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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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Moarrrr mooooaaarrrr soft spotttt it'll never be enough nothing will ever be enough 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑

Aaaa, I get so happy when you guys ask for more. I hope you like it 😇. This one's kind of different, but I really think it fits the story. If you guys have some ideas, feel free to let me know 🤍

Warnings: angsty

Word Count: 2115

‘Where? Where is she?’, Feitan’s eyes were fixed on Chrollo’s, his breathing heavy. ‘I don’t know Feitan’.

How did this happen? Feitan was in his basement, cleaning up his mess like usual while Chrollo was in his study, reading a book… They would’ve noticed an intruder, right?

‘Someone’s been here’, Feitan let his digits feel the soft fabric of your sheets, ‘Someone took her’.

‘Feitan?’.

Chrollo almost whispered his name, but he never sounded angrier.

‘Boss?’, Feitan walked towards the opposite side of your bed.

‘When we find her, don’t murder whoever did this’, Chrollo whispered with a shaking voice, his eyes wide open in anger.

Feitan couldn’t believe this. He didn’t want to believe it. The spats of blood on the ground made clear that whoever took you, hurt you. Something neither of them could forgive.

‘How could this happen?’.

‘I don’t know’, Chrollo turned around, his anger growing by the second, ‘But whoever did this knew about her’.

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‘P-please’, you whimpered as you felt a cold hand stroke across your cheek, ‘I-I haven’t done anything-‘. ‘You’re his darling, right?’.

That voice. You recognized the buttery, warm voice. This wasn’t a stranger, but the lack of vision thanks to the blindfold made it hard for you to know who.

‘Don’t know what you’re talking about’. ‘Sorry’, a familiar chuckle, ‘You’re their darling’.

This couldn’t be a stranger. Only the Spiders knew about your existence, Chrollo made sure of that. So, unless someone talked-

‘H-hisoka?’, your breath hitched at the realization. ‘Hm’, he sighed happily, ‘You’re smart for a pet, aren’t you?’. ‘Why are you-‘.

‘Because I want to fight Chrollo’.

You pulled back your head in fear as you felt his digits lifting your blindfold.

‘W-where am I?’, tears streaming down your cheek as you scanned the room. ‘Oh, this dump? It’s nothing, just an abandoned factory’.

You followed his every move as he smugly played with his cards, his eyes gliding over your body.

‘Where are my manners…’, he slowly stood up, ‘You must be cold’.

Cold? You couldn’t feel the cold, even if it was the middle of the night and you were only wearing that stupid nightgown.

‘So sorry about that’, he kneeled in front of the chair you were sitting on, ‘Let me clean that up’.

‘G-get away from me’, you tried to sound brave, in control, but you failed miserably. ‘Be nice, or I’ll make you bleed even more’, he smirked as he wiped the blood from your cheek, ‘It’s your fault anyway. If you hadjust listened to me instead of making all that fuzz-‘.

‘Why would I follow a fucking clown?’.

Too far. You went too far. Just as you did with Feitan at the start.

‘My, my’, Hisoka stood back up, his height towering over you, ‘Quite a brat, aren’t we?’.

You wisely kept your mouth shut this time.

‘I’m a magician, but I’m sure a dumb little pet like you doesn’t know the difference’. ‘They’re going to kill you’. ‘I sure hope they try’, his eyes lit up at the thought, ‘But in the meantime, let’s have some fun, shall we?’.

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Chrollo let out a sigh as he heard his phone ring.

*4.50 AM: Lost something? :)*

*4.51 AM: Oh! I found your precious, little darling <3*

*4.51 AM: She’s a little cold :( :( :(*

*4.52: Don’t worry!!! I’ll keep her warm for you (or should I say the two of you?) >:) <3*

‘Hm’, Chrollo tried to keep his composure, his sight blurry as his grip around his phone tightened.

‘Boss?’.

‘Fuck!’, Chrollo threw his phone against the wall of your room. For the first time in his life, he lost his temper.

Feitan never saw his boss like this. He never lost his cool or his confident smirk, but right now his hands were shaking in anger, his breathing heavy…

‘Hisoka?’, Feitan coldly asked.

‘Hisoka’, Chrollo’s eyes darted towards his second man, ‘That fucking prophecy was right’.

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‘What’s wrong? You were so chatty only minutes ago’.

Even though you were used to more pain - thanks to Fei - it still hurt. The cuts his cards left in your soft flesh, the blood that slowly dripped out of them… It hurt, nonetheless.

‘You know…’, he continued as he faked his concern by wiping some blood from your cheek, ‘Those pretty eyes of you are tempting me to run away with you. You’d be the prettiest pet I’ve ever had’.

‘D-don’t touch me’.

Well, this just feels 10 times worse than your first night with Chrollo.

‘I can only imagine how mad Chrollo would get if I used his little pet’.

Sick. It was sick, the way his eyes lit up as his tongue rolled over his lips.

‘S-stop’, you closed your eyes as his long fingers slowly glided over your arm onto your shoulder, lifting the strap of your nightgown. ‘Heard you beg Chrollo many times to stop… Seems like you enjoy his touch now’.

‘This isn’t the-‘.

A nauseous feeling took over when his tongue grazed over the cut on your cheek.

‘Hm, so sweet’.

‘S-stop, please’, you sobbed as you tried to break free from the ropes around your wrists, ‘Please, I haven’t done anything wrong. Chrollo will fight you now, no matter what, so you can let me go and-‘.

‘Ssh’, he coed as he brushed through your hair, ‘You don’t get it, do you?’.

‘W-what?’.

‘I want you to see how I kill them. I want my little pet to see who her owner is. I want to hear you cry and beg me to stop when I kill your precious little ‘Fei’ and Chrollo’.

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‘Ah, you brought the whole family?’, Hisoka opened his arms when he saw the Spiders, ‘I only want to fight you though… And well, I guess Feitan too, with your ‘darling’ and all that’.

‘Let Phinks bring her to safety, and you’ll have your fight’, Chrollo responded, his heart racing with adrenaline when he noticed what the former Spider did to you.

Feitan couldn’t take his eyes off you. Images of all the possible ways he could torture that clown started running through his head.

‘Can’t do’, Hisoka raised his arms, ‘I’m going to keep your precious darling. Just wanted her to watch when I kill you’.

‘What’s stopping us from killing you?’.

‘If one of your little spiders comes closer, I’ll kill her’.

Chrollo’s heart sank when he saw the bruises and cuts on your body. He hated the way your head was hanging low, the way your knees were pressed together, sobs escaping from your lungs…

‘Fine’, he nodded for everyone to back down.

They talked about this. His Spiders knew what to do if something went wrong.

‘Fei or Chrollo?’, Shalnark sighed as he watched them. ‘What?’, Phinks looked at the blonde. ‘Who’s going to lose his temper first?’. ‘Fei’, almost all of them agreed in union.

‘Do you think we’ll need to intervene?’, Shizuku looked at the ceiling. ‘Not a chance’, Machi sighed, ‘Never seen boss this mad’.

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‘There you go’, a gentle touch, but it scared you, nonetheless. ‘C-chrollo?’, your lips trembling in relief. ‘I’m not the only one here’, Chrollo gently wiped across your cheek. ‘F-fei?’, you tried to look over your shoulder when you felt someone untying the ropes around your wrist.

‘What should we do boss?’, Phinks’ yelled from the other side of the room. ‘Let him run, we’ll get our revenge. Right, Fei?’.

‘Hm’, Feitan coldly replied as he looked at the cuts on your arm.

He knew he sounded calm and composed, but inside his heart, there was a hurricane. He wanted to run after Hisoka, to make him pay, but Chrollo told him this was going to happen. Chrollo knew that if he brought his Spiders, the fight would never be ‘fair’ in Hisoka’s eyes, because Hisoka wanted Chrollo. He didn’t want Feitan, or Shalnark, or Machi… He wanted Chrollo’s blood.

‘There we go’, Chrollo smiled as he picked you up from the chair you were sitting on, ‘Let’s go home’.

‘Boss isn’t boss anymore’, Franklin grunted. ‘And Fei isn’t Fei anymore’, Phinks added, a confused expression on his face.

No one would’ve thought this would happen. No one would’ve thought the two most heartless men would care so much about one person. All the spiders’ eyes were fixed on Chrollo and Feitan. They watched as Chrollo gently caressed your cheek, as Feitan’s digits ran over your body, his eyes burning with concern…

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‘What?’, Feitan lifted his head from the backseat. ‘Nothing’, Machi rolled her eyes, her hands on the steering wheel. ‘Can feel you staring at me through the mirror’. ‘You’ve gone soft’.

For a minute, the only sound that filled the air were other passing cars and your heavy breathing as you slept on Chrollo’s lap.

‘Only for her’, Feitan replied softly. ‘Only for her’, Chrollo added with a smile, his fingers gently brushing through your hair.

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‘I’m so sorry’, Chrollo clenched his jaw when Feitan took off your nightgown, ‘I should’ve protected you’. ‘Not your fault’, your eyes fixed on the ground, arms wrapped around your stomach.

‘Bath’s ready’, Feitan closed the tap, a lump in his throat as you hissed when the warm water greeted your soft skin.

‘Here-‘, ‘Don’t touch me’, you pulled your knees to your chest, ‘Don’t act like I haven’t been here before’.

You didn’t know why venomous words flowed from your mouth; you didn’t know why you wanted to hurt the two you cared for most in this world.

‘Darling?’, Chrollo tried to brush some hair from your cheek, but you immediately pulled back. ‘You’re fucking hypocrites. Both of you. Pretending to care when both of you tortured me in ways that were much worse than what Hisoka did to me’.

Silence.

‘You know what went through my mind as he hurt me?’, red-stung eyes found Chrollo’s, ‘I thought that it was nothing compared to what Feitan did to me, to what you did to me’.

Feitan? You never called him that. It was ‘Fei’.

‘I see’, Chrollo replied as if his heart didn’t break into a million pieces, ‘Well, I’ll be in my study’. ‘Basement’, Feitan added coldly.

You watched as the two men closed the door. You didn’t want to hurt them, you really didn’t, and you hated yourself for saying such things.

‘I’m going back-‘, Feitan turned around once he heard your uncontrollable sobs. ‘Don’t’, Chrollo held him back, ‘She wants to be alone. We should at least give her some privacy’.

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‘Fei? Chrollo?’, you softly called out to them. No response. With careful steps, you headed downstairs, ‘Fei? Chrollo?’.

‘Darling?’.

Both men were sitting on the couch, staring at the TV.

‘What are you watching?’, a guilty tone in your voice as you sat down between them. ‘I don’t know, some cooking show’, Chrollo tried to keep himself from hugging you. ‘Hm’, you carefully laid your head against Chrollo’s shoulder, ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said’.

‘You did’, Feitan answered, ‘You don’t have to lie’. ‘No, I didn’t. I was never this scared of you, or Chrollo’.

‘It’s fine, darling, why don’t you lie down for a bit? Get some rest?’.

You let your head rest on Chrollo’s lap, your feet on Fei’s.

‘Thanks for bringing me back home’.

‘H-home?’, Chrollo widened his eyes. ‘This is our home, isn’t it?’, a content smile on your face.

‘Our home’, a small smile on Feitan’s face as he repeated the words in his head.

‘Get some sleep, you’re safe now’, Feitan gently stroked your leg.

‘I know’, you smiled as you closed your eyes.

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‘Huh?’, you lazily opened one eye, the sunlight greeting your sheets as you looked across the room. ‘Chrollo’s room’, you frowned.

Everything hurt. The cuts, the bruises…

‘Y/N?’, Feitan’s arm slowly wrapped around your waist. ‘F-fei?’, you widened your eyes as you immediately turned around. ‘Hm, get some more sleep’, he pulled you closer. ‘W-where’s Chrollo?’. ‘Out’. ‘To where?’, you nestled your head into his chest. ‘Went to see someone. She’s probably going to have dinner here tonight’.

She?

‘A woman?’. ‘Hm, she has some great nen-ability boss wants’. ‘O-oh’, your heart stopped as you realized the feeling that washed over you, ‘Here?’.

‘What’s wrong?’, Feitan never failed to see right through you.

‘Nothing’, you forced a smile on your face as you wrapped your leg around him, ‘Is it okay if I get some more sleep?’. ‘Of course’, he placed a small kiss on the top of your head, ‘I’ll be here when you wake up’. ‘I know’, you tightened your grip around him, ‘Thanks Fei’.

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tripping-sideways · 1 month

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When the Magnus Protocol came out I was so excited to listen to it, but then the first episode had too many people talking and my brain said no, not right now. (Plus I had a new season of hermitcraft to fixate on.) So I resolved to listen to it later so I could binge properly.

Anyway my current knowledge it it's going something like this:

Jon and Martin (whose names have gotten even more british), over email: You fools, you utter buffoons, do not investigate the abandoned clown factory, there will be clowns there.

The Protags: No. Your karma for doing stupid things, is to watch us do the same stupid things with extra stupid this time.

Later

The Protags: My God! There are clowns in this abandoned clown factory!

Bonzo, the clown: Twink

#the magnus protocol #tmp

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abhainnwhump · 9 months

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(Content warnings: Lady whump, both whumper and whumpee, multiple whumpees, conditioned whumpee, noncon body modification, escape attempt, implied human trafficking, hypnosis/mind control, gun violence)

It was hard enough to run in his state, but carrying someone else dragged him down even more.

Antonio panted as he pushed his way through the semi-abandoned town. He hasn't had a full night of sleep or a decent meal in weeks, just this weird paste to keep him alive. He kept the orange hoodie over his head and the light purple one over Lulu's. She was lighter than he was expecting, probably because she was essentially a living corpse. It was a huge risk to take her, but he wasn't going to leave her in that basement lab factory.

He looked around for a place to hide and spotted a gas station on his left. Only one car was in the driveway, good. No one should see him in this state; he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

The guy at the counter looked to be in his fifties and half-asleep; his baseball cap covered his face. He woke up a bit more at the sight of the two, but it couldn't have been the weirdest thing he's seen this week. This was California anyways.

"Sup," Antonio said quickly. He snuck behind one the shelves to rest, pretending he was shopping. He didn't have any money.

Antonio dug through his pocket and pulled out a phone. He stole it from Seren's drawer before he left, which made him a bit sick wondering who it once belonged to. Both wallpapers were of pastel frog artwork. He dialed his twin sister's number. He knew he should've called the police, but how the fuck would he explain what's going on? Is this 911? Yeah, I've got a problem. I was kidnapped by the woman who runs Coral Divine and she complained about my face not being symmetrical so she tore it apart and restitched it planning to sell me. Any advice?

The dial rang once. Twice. Too long. Antonio's breathing sped up. He didn't know how much time he had. "Come on, come on, pick up!"

Pop music blasted from the otherside, making Antonio more homesick than he already was. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Am, it's me!" He whisper-screamed. He kept looking around to make sure Seren wasn't close. It always felt like she was watching.

"Antonio?" Amber gasped, turning the music off. "Oh my god, you're alive! Where the hell have you been? I thought you were dead!"

"I don't have time to explain. I'm running from the person who kidnapped me and I need you to pick me up. I have another one of her victims with me and I don't have the energy keep going."

More noises shuffled from the other side. "Okay, okay, I got my keys. Where are you right now?"

Antonio ran his hand through his messy black hair. His fingers brushed upon the porcelain mask that was sewn onto the right side of his face. He wondered if there was some way to remove it, along with the patches on his arms and waist. His left hand was artificial too.

Lulu began to stir by his side and he readjusted her, silently hoping those tranquilizers would keep working. "I'm in that gas station on Shell avenue. Please hurry. She could be here any-"

A gunshot shattered the glass of the door and made him drop the phone. Amber's voice panicked from the otherside. Antonio's face drained of color. He recognized the shadowy form.

"Mierda!" Antonio cursed as he ducked down. Lulu shot awake. Her pupils went small in her emerald green eyes and she struggled in his grip.

Lulu reached her arms out and made grabby hands, reaching for Seren. "Mistress! Mistress, help me!"

"Shut up!" Antonio whisper-screamed, covering her mouth again. He knew he should've taken one of those gags when he had the chance. Thankfully, Lulu wasn't very strong being 85% made out of plastic.

His palms coated with sweat. It reminded him of when he was a kid watching horror movies in the basements. The Cthulhu monsters and evil clowns and killers seemed dumb to him at the time. But now they were real. And the supernatural monster was after him.

Seren stepped more into the light, pistol in hand. Her white eyes appeared to glow with fury, but the rest of her stance was calm and collected. Her face was marred with a diagonal cut from where he slashed her with a piece of glass. The blood had dried. Antonio stayed as still as he could, hoping she wouldn't see him. He couldn't go back to on that operating table. Out of curiosity, he peeked from behind the shelf.

The worker had ducked down under the counter when Seren fired the first bullet and searched for the phone.

"H-hello? We have a shooting at-"

"Ah, ah, ah, none of that now." Seren shot him through the skull and spun around, shooting the rest of the security camaras. The man fell on the floor with blood pooling around his head. Repressing a scream, Antonio searched around frantically for something he could use as a weapon. His eyes landed on a pocket knife. Between holding down Lulu, who was still fighting and screaming, and trying to get the knife out of the safety cardboard with sweat-covered palms, it was a struggle.

Seren began to sing a soft tune as she walked through the store. It was a wordless melody, but one that would fill most musicians with envy.

Antonio's body struggled between fear and relaxation as he listened. His eyes began to glaze over and blur. It was like his stress was melting away. He had the urge to stop running and relax instead. He was so tired. Tired of fighting, tired of running, tired of being angry and afraid.

No! Not again! I'm not going to fall for her powers again!

On the bright side, Lulu successfully fell asleep to it and he could focus on freeing the knife. Covering his ears with his hood, Antonio whipped the knife out and turned around to slash, but it was too late. Seren kicked him in the ribs and flipped him over on his stomach. He was too weak to fight back; black spots danced in his vision. He said a silent prayer that if Amber was still coming, she would be safe. He only heard one more thing before he passed out.

"Found you."

Bonus Picrew of Antonio (pre and post whump):

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mysteryideasgroup · 6 months

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MSA x Piggy AU Crossover Chapters 1

MSA x Piggy AU Crossover Chapters like Piggy Chapters Book 1 and Book 2

Chapter 1: Intro/Something goes wrong/Under Attack/Meeting Zizzy, Pony and Officer Doggy/It's Rash and Penny!/Arrests Willow

Chapter 2: Talking Willow to what happened to them/They going to other locations to check what happened to them?

Chapter 3: Investigates Mystery Solves Cases and Chase by Infected/Escape from Infection

Chapter 4: We're in the sewers/they found Gabriel was lost in the sewer/Gabriel was searching for his family/It's Alfis!/You know who you are Song/Alfis was helping them

Chapter 5: Going to check out the mystery place and escape from infection

Chapter 6: The Scary Mrs. Claire and Mrs. Polly's ragdoll house/They search the exit/It's The Scary Mrs. Claire and Mrs. Polly!/Fauna and Elisa with The Daycare-keeper Animatronic Twins are coming to rescue/Escapes

Chapter 7: Fauna and Elisa with The Daycare-keeper Animatronic Twins meeting them/they are going to next mission/The Backstory of The Spooky Mister Terrence/they founds the abandoned summer camp

Chapter 8: The abandoned Summer Camp/it's The Spooky Mister Terrence/Rescuing the kids in the summer camp/Escape

Chapter 9: They saw Tinsley was in danger/Mr Stitchy's Shadow creatures/Tigry came to the rescue/Tinsley

Chapter 10: Tinsley is orphan and lost/Tigry adopts Tinsley/Tigry tells them about what's going on/The Backstory of the Weeping Woman/they found The Weeping Woman's Deep Dark Woods

Chapter 11: We're in the weeping woman's deep dark woods/They following Tigry/Tigry warns them about the Lonely Llorona could every water everywhere/The Lonely Llorona grabs Vivi's legs/Laura (Me)/Me (Laura) holds Vivi's hand/William (Willow's brother) came to rescue/William (Willow's brother) hits the Lonely Llorona by large wood stick/Willow was happy to see her brother, William again

Chapter 12: They talked to William about what happened to you are end here? We're looking for you everywhere

Chapter 13: The Amusement Park and Circus/Meeting Sabrina/it's The Spooky Mister Terrence and the scary pig clown!/Escape/The Ghost of the Black Charro, TIO and Mr. Stitchy are spying on them who are escaping

Chapter 14: They are walking in night/The Backstory of The Ghost of the Black Charro/they founds The Black Charro's Abandoned Mansion

Chapter 15: The Black Charro's Abandoned Mansion/They found the missing posters of The Investigators teenagers, Budgey was killed, and the sign said "You're exit!"/They are shocked about the sign/Gabriel lost and found his glasses/Josh and Gabriel found The Ghost of the Black Charro and Josh says "Charro?"/The Ghost of the Black Charro goes M3GAN Dance and holds a knife, whip and potion, then Josh says "Oh my gosh!"/Josh and Gabriel are rans for help/Alfis are ready to fight The Ghost of Black Charro Fight/Alfis growls and says "Get to the exit! I'll hold him off, I promise"/Escape/Alfis was survived

Chapter 16: They accidentally enter the portal/Tigry enters the portal and is going to save them/We're in the TIO, Mr. Stitchy and The Ghost of Black Charro's lair

Chapter 17: Tinsley is brave and comes to the rescue with Fauna and Elisa with The Daycare-keeper Animatronic Twins/Gabriel says "Everyone, get to the portal!"/Escape from TIO, Mr Stitchy and The Ghost of Black Charro's lair/We're in the Plant Factory

Chapter 18: Mystery Teams are here at Plant Factory/One of the Mystery Teams says "We want to look for the Cure" to them

Chapter 19: Looking for the Cure was Not Found here in Everywhere/Meets Mr. Potato had Cyborg

Chapter 20: Talking to Mr. Potato, what happened to them?/Not done yet, we need to find the Cure!

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For @laurasanchez36

AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers belongs to me

Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs belongs to my msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs

Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs belongs to her msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs

Mystery Skulls Animated MSA belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YouTube YT Series

Piggy Roblox Horror Games belongs to Roblox Horror Games

All belongs to my msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs and my new msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs

All belongs to her msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs and her new msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs

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blookmallow · 6 months

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reviewing spirit animatronics for 2023

i almost forgot again. but here we are

apparently the website doesnt display animatronics that are sold out so im trying to dig for them... this isnt a complete list im doin my best

anyway lets GOooooooo

Gourdo

im gonna start with my favorite look at this silly little guy. something about this design is just incredibly endearing to me and the stringy guts look pretty good in motion too. hes cute and i like him. his description says he was a guy who kept scaring everybody all the time and one day he scared an old lady who turned out to be a witch so she turned him into a pumpkin. and now hes stuck like this bc he could not behave himself. i love gourdo i want him 10/10

Eternal Rest

its a tombstone. theres a sad crying face and it turns into a skull face and screams at you. thats... thats it. it looks fine but its just really basic, this is doing nothing for me

3/10

Poor George

this guy was at my local store for a while. hes pretty fun, he flips around and his face changes. i like his funky stripes. makeup design looks extremely art the clown which is just making me wish they had him instead

its at least an attempt at a unique design. but according to his description, the story here is he was just a nice regular clown who had a terrible accident but somehow survived. you can see his bloody torso when he turns. this isn't a zombie clown monster, this is a man who desperately needs medical assistance

also no explanation for why he has two faces. he doesn't appear to be intentionally meant to be conjoined twins or something so if hes supposed to just be a regular guy im not sure whats going on there

5/10

they also came out with another killer klowns animatronic this year too, hes BIG but i dont have much to say about that one other than it looks good glad to see the klown rep increasing

i guess ill also mention here that they have a mars attacks alien figure now too, which doesn't really do much, it just moves its head a little but the lighting is cool and the design looks really good and seeing it inspired me to go watch the movie, so. shrugs. i like him

Heckles the Clown

here we have i think the first Sad Clown spirit animatronic? i cant think of any others ive seen. he kind of has creepy uncle energy but isn't really scary. hes just sad. he is a pathetic shell of a man weakly trying to sell his balloons and i just kind of feel bad for him. i did not notice in the store that his balloon actually has a light-up face in it which is cool. apparently according to his description hes actually using poison gas in his balloons which is a neat idea but is extremely unclear from the animatronic itself, i never would've known that if i hadn't read the description, so,

his face sculpt looks pretty good though. hes a pretty well designed figure i just think his whole deal is unclear and just makes me feel bad for him. help this man

6/10

Stilts

i do love a scary clown but all of these are starting to look pretty much the same to me. the colors are visually striking (i like the use of the blue accents especially) and i like the bloody bowling pins but at this point it's just kinda like, yep, that's another tall spooky clown. great for all your tall spooky clown needs but its not really that memorable. 4/10

Death Stalker

THIS thing however, looks sick as FUCK and i really want to see it in person. i dont know what the fuck that is. i love it. it breathes smoke and has way too many teeth. the description offhand mentions it lives behind an abandoned doll factory for no apparent reason. i love this thing 11/10

i think it might be built from the same body structure as their krampus figure that i also really liked

The Black Heart

ok i dont know about anyone else but i just find this one extremely confusing all around

he gives off protective dom skeleton boyfriend vibes. in the store i saw this and figured the woman was his victim and hes showing us his kill to threaten us, but it also looks like he's protecting her, so i didn't really get what was going on. the description says she tried to do some weird ritual ive never heard of where you lay in a grave and your true love will arrive to kiss you and wake you up snow white style at midnight, but instead she ended up with this guy as her "master" but it also refers to him as her "partner"

"the fuck did you just say about my wife"

so i guess they have some kind of bdsm relationship going on. which, y'know, if she's into that, id say good for her, but she doesn't move at all, she appears to be dead or unconscious. she also looks like she's emerging from his waist or something bc like, i guess they made her skirt the same color to hide that she's there until he reveals her, but i didnt even realize she had a lower body at all,

anyway the design is really confusing to look at and i don't really understand what their whole deal is. the faces look really good though. 5/10

Leatherface

leatherface in the HOUSE!!! i dont really have a lot to say here other than i think he looks great and i want you all to see him. 7/10

Darling Dolly

i fucking love this thing look at that. salad fingers doll monstrosity what the fuck is going on here. there was one in our store very briefly but it wasn't working and disappeared pretty quickly which just made it even weirder. this has a fantastic "what the FUCK IS THAT" factor and i just wish it had better functionality bc i was really excited to find out what it does and it turns out it pretty much just screams at you. i feel like a slower, creeping movement with spidery fingers and whispering sounds would have been more effective. its definitely scary though. i want more wild designs like this i love this thing

the backstory is... a little girl dug up a cursed doll in the yard and her mother tried to bury it back but got struck by lightning and became nightmareishly fused together with the evil doll which just. doesn't make sense to me i feel like trying to create an explanation for this figure is actively a detriment to it i like it better just as a Horrible Inexplicable Demon

9/10 could have been executed better but great design

The Cauldroness

pretty much just your standard witch. i like the way she's posed, this figure is more interesting to look at than a lot of the standing ones. the movement in her hands looks pretty good. i like her face. she also looks like salad fingers. maybe im just seeing it bc im trying so so hard to manifest him into existence even though i know they'll never make one sfjkg

anyway this is simple but i think it works well, 5/10

Dagger Mike

look at this ridiculous little gremlin. his name's dagger mike. hes got knives. his torso makes no sense. i love you dagger mike 6/10 hes not good but he makes me laugh and i like him

i do like the vintage clown look here though. i just think his body looks stupid and his existence is very funny to me in a way i cant articulate

Floating Spirit

its a ghost. it goes ooooo. 10/10

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Chapter One : The Mortifalia

Notes : Hiii, after some inner struggle I decided to share some of my book in Tumblr. I'm just yearning for some feedback XD so I would appreaciate any, but please do be kind, that's my first draft and English is not my native language. Please, don't repost anywhere without my permission. Enjoy!

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`'Read my words well, as I write this under some influence, I feel that my head is about to pop, no idea if all those vaccines shots put a chip, or another virus inside of me, or maybe is just that fucking MORT-09 shit scratching my brain. The doctor said I just got to avoid everything and avoid to drink too much water and take sunbath, easy for that fucker to say, I feel like my body is completely dried, even my lips are all numb and rough for lack of water, the fever is not helping either. Anyway, screw that medical garbage, all the hospitals are full like a Best Buy in a sale day, everyone is coughing blood, and some are even bleeding from the eyes, mouth, nose, ears and pretty much everywhere, is so disgusting to see that, so I prefer to stay at home, at least here I have internet, my computer and nobody looking like a weird horror story. But, the doctors gave me a shot, a vaccine of some sort, saying that it isn't one hundred percent efficient, but it should help the immune system to fight the virus, I say it is bullshit, is not doing anything and my right arm is still sore from that stupid needle.

They said that this new virus came from a plant, or a flower, whatever, is the freaking same thing. But is ugly, last week when I had to go take the shot, I saw a guy bleeding from the head, like someone had cut the top and left it to bleed, the messed up part is that it wasn't normal red blood, but dark like a can of black tint, like a midnight lagoon, the news said that this is the last stage before going into coma, then is over, you fall into a sleep and that's it.

After the shot, I started having nightmares, not the usual scary bloody clown chasing you through an abandoned factory, kind of nightmare, but some real things, like it seems it actually happened, I don't know if it was just a weak moment from my delirious mind, this fucking fever and all the stress, but I heard some feral noises, sounding like shrinks coming straight off a hellish forest. Then I woke up, and saw something through the bedroom window leading to the yard, it was a black shadow of some sort, but it had flesh underneath, it was moving in like a foggy way, giggling around and lifting itself like a cloud of gas. I was up and ready, I know this, I even remember when the trigger was pulled and the bullet hit it. I even buried it, but its always coming back, digging itself off that dirt and the grass, I see it everywhere, in the corner of my eyes, inside the pipes, struggling to get inside, pushing the door and floating around, just like that damn black fog, or spores, that I see when the ignites are on, the vacuum cleaner can't deal with that, I used it, then the next day they reappeared, but that giant human shape black fog is always coming back, doesn't matter how deep I dig it.

Yesterday I spent eight hours watching over the window, aware all the time, feeling my eyes burning and the muscles cramping, but somehow I couldn't stop it, like a sleep paralysis. That's was when I started seeing that white glow fog on every surface, just floating and existing, when I left the house they turned into those huge shining orbs on the dark sky, glowing and singing to me, chanting in a soprano voice, beautiful and peaceful, something that I didn't felt in a long time, it was like angels telling me to law down and accept my death, that they would take me to a better place if I only allow it, that feeling of being rotten from the inside vanished, even the nightmares.

I...We, all thought that this virus was just another excuse for the big pharmaceutical companies to make vaccines and earn billions, but this is different, it doesn't feel like a conspiracy theory or something, it feels real.

My blood turned black, yet sometimes I can catch a glimpse of the red color if I look hard enough.

Today is October six of two thousands and seventeen, three days after the hospital visit, the news aren't positive or hopeful, showing footage of hospital being overrun by sick people, bodies being transported in every available vehicle and being toss inside containers, some are saying that that's it, the end of humankind, between that and global warming is a tough situation to get yourselves out of it.

This Mortifalia, isn't new, I heard about it back in two thousand and six, people from all over the world used it for different purposes, some native used it the flower as a medicine, others eat it like a meal, a few beauty industry people discovered and started using in cosmetics, and not to mention how some would use it as a drug, grab the flower, smash it and mix with hot water, then just smell that thing, it would give anyone a huge high, I did that back in university years ago, maybe that's how I got it, since nobody infected came near me in years and I barely leave my house for three years. When it started becoming an issue back in two thousand and thirteen, the government said that if you took the nitrogen pills and all the vaccines, you would be fine, and so we carry on in this pandemic. In those years almost nobody died, only going into coma, millions of people went to deep sleep, some remained to recent days, I know some people had the virus in the past and nothing happened, but now they are numbers in intensive care units. A little to late, but I throw away all that had the ``dormant Mortifalia``in their formulas, the shampoos, deodorant and that cursed healing water for the skin, they always said that it was impossible for those products to infected someone since the virus within was dead, who knows...Maybe that how I got infected or the flower smelling. Is unusual to say, but I feel at peace, feeling like I could just lay down and sleep forever, the angels don't stop to speak with me, but a part of me feels that this is wrong. There is no peace at slavery, at being a puppet, I'm a salve for a thing that is controlling me, commanding me in everything, even my own thoughts, and words. No! My words are my own, shut up now, and stop whispering in my ears, telling me what to do, or is this just what I'm supposed to believe? It's controlling me, I know, just like a puppet of an insane puppet master. The smell of blood is strong coming from the next house. No, it doesn't! Maybe I should watch those angels in the sky for a little longer.'' Words found in a pre outbreak letter

The story circles to the future, two thousand and twenty seven, disclosing around survivors, one in particular being Miyako Uzume, descendant of an ancient Japanese family with roots of witchcraft and a rumor of ``Chosen by a God``, bound by a promise with a deity until end of times. ``One shall see beyond men logical perspective, blessed to not join the army of pawns that shall walk upon Earth`` An old prophecy that turned the family popular back in Japan, as nobody appreciates they.

Enough of mysticism, those word are only coming out because I fear to speak about the reality that we set upon yourselves.

Beyond the metal and atomic bomb resistant walls, lies something that would make death seems like a frail human, extermination, nothing less. The girl don't remember how the world looked outside the metal box, how most of the days were spend hiding behind the apartment and looking out of the window, never coming in contact with people of the same age or friends in general, weeks would go by and only the sight of the family members could be seen, alongside the smell of recent baked cookies and how loud the progenitor used to listen to the news, yet for her the words never made much of a sense, considering that English proved to be different from asian mother tongue. Although melancholic and boring, the past hits with a home sick feeling, coming in strong and persistent.

Most people misses the old world with all of their hearts, the daily activities, go to work, bar and parties, hear those meaningless celebrities news and the idea of just existing. An emotion not share by the child, as it may be that those were never experienced, if the inner thoughts would ever be spoken out loud, strangers would condemn, after all who could be sympathetic towards someone that believes in the idea of a pandemic world being better that the past one, overall humans grew simplistic, surviving and coping with the past takes all their time, left with no time to judge others or the path someone else wishes to walk upon, worrying about surviving another day.

Dreams of traveling, earning degrees, buying houses and last generations vehicles were crushed years ago, if one were blessed by Lady Luck an approval letter for a shelter program or an invite to live inside a Military Zone arrived in the mailbox a few days before the breaking day, half of the issues could've been dealt with it, however feeling safe also worked as an ultimatum. To be able to live inside a secure place, a citizen should proves useful, assigned to be a working member of the new society, either by attending educational institutions, tasked to a specific job or being less fortunate and work as a manufacturing worker, aiding to keep the places sturdy, maybe joining the militia, options are limited, nevertheless one still has the power of choosing, even though this power lies in two paths, accept it or leave it.

Young kids or infant born within those camps believed that the inanimate concrete and steel is a sentient deity, that shields they for the horror of the outside world, of the lands dominated by the infected, kilometers of the Black Fog covering the capitals, corruption eating away every miserable human settlement out there. Cursing someone to go to hell no longer works, now the most lucky ones wishes for others to go beyond the walls and experience how it feels out there, death penalties also ceased to exist, if one commits a crime that calls for severe punishment, then exile seems logical enough.

Hopes for an ordinary life died six years ago, a major pike of infection overwhelmed hospitals across the world, and it couldn't function anymore with millions of humans going into stasis, the point of no returning, after a few more hours the virus had full control over the host. Despite never witnessing an infected or a victim, children that grew up in shelters learned about it, The Manual describes them as ``Former humans, now in absolute control of the Mortifalia``. Diversified by five stages, all shared an importance, yet the first worries the doctors, taking place between four to six hours after a bite, scratch, breathing the spores or by simple coming in contact with infected blood, airborne took most of the victims, as they never noticed it until the last moment, some areas in cities are so deep within Its territory that the air itself is bio hazard, one dies by suffocation before turning into a Courier.

Shelters were built by the Saga Corporation, half of it were put inside major military camps, however the organization took responsibility to generate their own food, water and electricity supplies. Each party has their own objectives, the military one being to avoid infected near the borders, as a high concentration of the infection can cause a Nucleus to be form, spreading the Black Fog through the wind, even infectiing the rain and the soil itself.

Miyako rest as the youngest daughter of the prestigious virologist, Doctor Reira Uzume, a veteran researcher of the Mortifalia and a key factor for creating a vaccine, the child takes the mother word over anything, admiring her beyond compression, a woman capable of running for president, if the government worked like before, the Uzume matriarch wrote half of The Manual Of The Infection, responsible for gathering information about the virus and how to deal with it in hundred of scenarios.

The others countries remains until this day, yet details of what happened and what became of the provisional laws is a privilege meant for a few high rank officers. The USA fragmented itself in regimes called Provisional Governments, a president figure persisted, however with less power and no longer representing a political wing. With a mandate lasting three years, they need to allied themselves with the Military, Scientific or Industrial party, each with its own beliefs on how to deal with the virus and prevent humans to be extinct, and of course, making sure that the walls remains strong.

A prestige biologist, Katherine Williams sits in the White House, feeding the hope of a vaccine to save the world, whoever the truth doesn't aligned itself with this ideal. The group has the duty of maintaining the hospitals, camps and clinics, while creating ways of improving the new educational system, and worshiping the possibility of a vaccine.

Every night Miyako wonders what happened to the apartment, now laying in a prohibit area of DC, almost all were left behind, even Ren, a teddy bear given by her brother in the girl six year old birthday. On the day the world died, a group of men wearing white tuxedos knocked on the family door, demanding the four to pack it up in essential and leave for the shelter located somewhere in the capital heart, a lot of things were considered useless baggage by the agents, not allowing more that two pair of clothes and shoes, going against the orders, the oldest son sneaked away nail polishes for his sister, storing it all away inside the jacket pockets.

Once upon a time, feed the wishful think that the things left behind would feel alone and abandoned, just like she does. Through all the way to the landing spot, many people were roaming the street, some sick and wandering around, enjoying the last minutes before falling into coma, while others were protesting for a solution, gathering around the military camp protecting the white house, begging to be let inside, the scream mattered not, as none of those outside made it

That night marked the first time she left the secured place for a non medical reason, it felt engulf at some point, as the air itself attempted to crush her lungs, however the safe heaven tagged along, once more, as he promised to do each time. The vision of the round metal vault door closing imprinted itself as an intruder memory, the noise, the staff affirming in a loop that nobody should worry about anything, the smell of smoke and the red light shining, as the door closed to never be opened again, for others present there the sight worked as a reminder of hope and safety, yet for her it mold as a frightened event, locked inside a place with people that controlled the child's life since the first day.

Shelter...A fancy word to be buried inside an underground facility, in the false illusion of safety against everything the outside could throw at it, from atomic bombs to the Black Fog, the idea of holding yourself in an infection free zone, with food, water and light sounds perfect, built inside the biggest military camp in the country, as a warning to the government on who runs the show, although fools believes that the construction happened to create a harmonic relationship with the politicians.

In the middle of the cold and empty metal hallways, a Observatarium takes place, covering several meters of the gigantic room, an enormous and thin screen showing realistic videos of a snowy tundra, as a light snow falls on top of the trees. She's able to witness such landscape through the brother's eyes, again, a promise from long time ago.

Mafuyu serves as her eyes and protector since the girl came into the world, ignoring all else and silently focusing the eyesight so she can enjoy it to the max, a fake nature, yet it brings comfort.

Never allowed to try for friends, as the doctors redeem her immune system too weak to be close to others, so the young men turned into something more that just a brother, a friend, a father figure and someone who wished nothing more that her well being. The two would spend hours playing or watching television, in the beginning he didn't hesitated to believe in the sight story, and when the truth that Yuki never existed came to be, Mafuyu one more time jump to the ``It's okay`` part, talking with their parents and explaining what it meant, for the youngest they share more that blood, someone who took over all of possible roles, the burning feeling irradiating in the lower abdomen fades when she can rest her head on the teen shoulder, sure that nothing out there can bring harm to the siblings.

An imaginary gust of wind blows the Uzume hair, as the elder sibling beside smiles and laughs, revealing to be the one blowing the air, extending the playful moment to the max.

they cares not about what happened in the past or that others misses the old world, as not even the apocalypse could change the family routine, or the parents lack of attention to their children, since the beginning, he remembers the adult overworking themselves to the extreme, leaving the siblings without a guide, Mafuyu felt lost for years, not sure if those two people were his parents or just someone that shares the same blood, when Reira announced another pregnancy, he knew that the same fate waited the infant, a life of loneliness, and to never hear a parent saying ``I love you``, fearing this future, the teen took over the duty of raising a child by himself. Is no secret that the girl considers the brother as a father, showing this trust by only speaking next to him, as she craves the safety and reassurance that comes with the elder Uzume presence, and he never hide this honor that it feels to be someone comfort person.

The father, a charming Chinese men in his late forties approaches. Yi Han stands out thanks to the glorious dark hair brushed in a classic and refined hairstyle, a well chosen dark blue suit and the silk skin, leaving no space to comments about flaws, while the fellow scientists worries about work, the men prioritize the physical appearance over looking clever all the time.

How the men ignores the younger child enkindles rage within Mafuyu, ``A parent should always know where his children are``, yet the youngest replies with silence, non concern to hid the scorn growing towards the men. The siblings carries on their moment, Yi takes that as a defeat, looking over the future of the family, wondering if the methods of raising they are valid, or just a cruel way to treat an eleven year old child, a sensation of shame overcomes the men smooth persona, choosing to step away before any flaw can be shown in front of others.

The father-daughter relationship had been damaged years ago, as Yi Han refused to believed about the sight and her decision of no longer wanting to pretend to be a boy, claiming that such important decision should've been delayed due to insufficient age, blaming Mafuyu influence and the heat of the moment, the lack of support pushed her away from the him, hurt beyond word. With the head of Saga paying for everything, and how the brother hold her hand at every second, Miyako went forward with the new life, going through treatment and last year a surgery to end the circle, mistaking the corporation gesture for kindness, yet the goal strayed from that good, a way to keep the child under their wings and docile, a solution to make sure that she couldn't leave the shelter or abandoned the cause, to enhanced their trust further, the pharmaceutical company developed a tiny device into a specific area of the body, assuring that the technology would avoid the necessity of daily hormones pills. A factor that seal a bound between the girl and the company, seeing the CEO as a hero of some sort, someone that aid in the most dire moment, able to enjoy life as Miyako, a name picked by the brother. The solo demand made by the company happened to be a small thing, cooperation, and nothing more. A contract signed by the child to assist in a project to adapt the sight to soldiers, so they could hijack into infected minds and gain upper hand, despite believing in this supernatural gift, the head scientist cared not to make it a project, using it as a mere mean to an end.

One would think that the end of the world could bring people together, but it didn't, the mother spend most of the days working in the dream of manufacturing a vaccine, or at least something to retard the effect of the virus, while Yi Han makes sure that the shelter geothermal power plant remains in working order. Mafuyu takes the promise to an honorable level, even joining her in classes about electronics, mechanics, medicine and biology, subjects from the new educational system, a way to create a better future, so the new generation can grow knowing the most important lessons instead of dwelling in past history or unnecessary mathematics. Despite finding those five hours boring, she cherishes every second of it, as what follows it in the schedule its never pleasant.

When the experiment time begins, Mafuyu has to leave, not a single test is harmless, each holding their own amount of pain or discomfort. Recalling about yesterday, the scientist attempted to created a theory about how the brain connect itself with the sight, looking for a logical way to explain the ability of seeing through others eyes. A thin and silver needle penetrate through the lower eye until it reached the brain, the whole procedure took place under heavy anesthesia, yet the pain grew harder to withstand afterward, worse that an emotional hollowness, a feeling that shocked through the brain and the nervous system.

However, a worst one exist, The Helmet, or so she calls it, a metal device is introduced on the head, then electrical stimulus are send to the brain, a way to improve her eyes and recover a tiny fraction of the natural sight, it makes the body fake a scenario where each centimter of skin melts, every cell and fiber deteriorates, reaching an astonishing level of fading, only to be wake by the same pain, left with no choice, but to endure it the most brutal five minutes of the day, it happened several times, and it can't seen to get better anytime soon. The shock waves suffering is staggering, yet she judges as a necessary evil, willing to make this sacrifice, blind by manipulation and scared of the chance of Saga sending the family away from the shelter, not willed to put Mafuyu into harm ways, or to sacrifice the parents career.

Using the girl lack of direction and the endless search for a purpose to created a perfect harmony, as Miyako feels like a sheep in a forest full of werewolves, a part of her believes that the suffering can be justify, and the other she deserves the pain coming from those test.

Regardless of the brother encouragement words, remanding how important her life is, the child refuses to see in the same way, seeing herself as a pillar, holding back the corruption from crumbling under the one she loves, willing to continue with the penitence, just for a small glance of a better tomorrow.

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