#duskwood angst
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The second prompt (again... you asked for it...) for a oneshot:
Richy was NOT the MWAF. In fact, it was Alan all along. He killed Amy, Hannah and Richy. He lured MC to Duskwood and now he is out and about picking off the group one-by-one.
Only one of them survives...
Oof Cait, this prompt is soo brilliant. I could never-
I blame my masochistic side for asking you for a heart-shattering prompt but will it be weird if I say that I enjoyed it? Haha.
Anyways, here's my little one-shot attempt at making some sense *sniffs* . Hope you enjoy! <3
Shattered by your deception
WARNING: Mentions death, violence, trauma, torture.
"FUCK!", I gasp and gurgle out water which I almost inhale when my head gets repeatedly pulled back and again, held down in the bucket. He lets go of me after what feels like eternity, and I hold onto the bucket with my two hands, still huffing from the inadequate amount of air in my lungs.
"Now, I'll ask you again. Will you be a good girl and comply?", he asks me, sitting down on a chair with his legs wide apart and his elbows resting on his knees. He looks down at my pitiful state, smug with his recent achievement: getting ahold of 'the MC'. Finally.
Sometimes I do wonder, what if I had just left Thomas on seen when he messaged me that day and went about my life. At least I wouldn't be on the verge of dying. I wouldn't be the reason for so many people's death, aside from the infamous trio- Hannah, Amy and Richy. Maybe if I had kept out of all this and listened to his warnings, all my friends wouldn't be dying. They are all here in the same place right now, just isolated from each other, unconscious and injured.
"Go fuck yourself sweetheart", I spit back at my captor, making his jaw tick from frustration. He gets up, not fast but slowly, taking his sweet time and picks me up, his fingers digging in my arm almost unbearably.
"I see, still so arrogant? That's cute", and then he drags me to a room, his hold on my arm making me wince. He opens the door and pushes me inside, closing the door as he enters himself too. Panic kicks in when he takes out his knife. I move backwards in response and falls back on a single bed lying in the room. "Relax, I'm not going to kill you. I have so many ideas to test before that", he states, almost amusingly.
"Wh- what are you going to do?", I stammer. Suddenly he fists my shirt and rips a section of it with his knife. "What the fuck, you sicko?!", I shriek and try to push him off of me. He holds my wrists and tries to tie them to the headboard with the ripped pieces of my top.
"Don't get any lewd ideas. I have absolutely no fucking interest in you. I just wish to take a photograph of you in this and show it to that little hacker of yours, see how he reacts to it."
"Over my dead body", I state and move forward to fiercely kick his crotch, making him bend forward in pain. I take the time and try to free myself from the loosely held restraints, moving forward to run the fuck outta here.
"You step out and I'll assure you, nobody will be alive when you return", he sneers at me, sending shivers along my back. I surrender myself to defeat and fall on my knees. I don't know when but I'm again taken back to the bed, my arms and legs tied, my body morphed in a weird and perverted posture and a picture of me clicked in it.
While in my head, the same shit revolves back again and again:
What if I had just left Thomas on seen when he messaged me that day and went about my life. At least I wouldn't be on the verge of dying. At least I wouldn't be the reason for so many people's death.
"This should bring the pretty boy here too. Then I can end this chapter of my life alas", he beams, satisfied with his work and leaves.
xxxxx
"ARGH SHIT!", I wake up to him bringing a lighter under my wrist. I hiss in pain when he makes contact of my wrist with the scorching flame coming out of it.
"It hurts right? It did me too when my father did this because I failed an exam. I killed him though once I had the power to. It was pathetic, you know, the way he begged me for mercy", he spits sidewards as he finishes up. "Oh by the way, if you're wondering about the hacker boy. He threatened me and went on like, 'Don't fucking lay even a single finger on her or I'll rip you apart'. That was mean, wasn't it? Hmm, how should I pay back for his mean demeanour?", he tips his chin, "Ah! I know! C'mon, let's go."
He frees my legs and arms and again drags me with a rough grasp on my arm which has already bruised up from the daily assault. He pushes me on a chair and I see the others seated too, of course with their limbs tied. "What the- " Dan has a big gash on his forehead, Jessy is unconscious with a red giant red scar around her neck like she was suffocated, Thomas has a bleeding arm and a black eye, Lilly has hand bruises on her cheek, Cleo's the same too. What the fuck has he done to all of them?
I flinch at the sight before me, unbearable to look them in their eyes. At the end of the day, it's my fault anyways. I took this person lightly. Never did I suspect Alan Bloomgate to serve the Duskwood gang their impending death, let alone me who hasn't ever been here for that case.
He stands behind me, and pushes a gun in my hand with him holding my hands which are around the gun in his own, preventing me from shooting this very bastard with it. "Okay MC, choose the person you want to relieve from the pain they are suffering. Come on, you gotta do this. You're the reason they are here anyways. So, who is it going to be? It's not you can save anyone, you all are going to die, one by one. Dominoes effect, you know? No jokes? Fine with me."
I gulp from the mere sight of a gun in my hand, let alone aiming it at someone. Of course I can't do this, but of course this sicko will make me do that. I feel the grasp of my hands on the butt of the gun go weak when he firms my hands around it with his owns. There is no escaping this, what should I do?
"Hey boo", Dan starts, looking at me in my eyes, "do me a favour and shoot me first. There's no point of me living like this. Dying would be a lesser torture than what I'm living through. Also, don't blame yourself. Frowns don't suit pretty faces."
Tears start welling up in my eyes on hearing him. "I wish we could have that movie night together though", I try to return back the sentiments I receive which swells my heart even further. Angers me even further.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Hackerboy knows about you two? You're such a whore. No wonder I wanted to kill you as soon as I saw your face. Nevermind, time for action", Alan declares the last part and with his hands, forces the aim of the gun in my hand to Dan, and bang. No warning, no last words. Just like that he kills Dan. I see Jessy, now conscious, bawling at the sight of a motionless Dan with blood dripping from his skull. And not just Jessy, everyone crying at it. Well, that's all that we can do. Cry.
Will this day ever end? Will Jake ever show up? I don't know. It would help if he did. I'll be able to at least save the rest...
"Okay MC, let's tie you up now. I'll just let you witness the rest of it. Thank me later", he winks at me and cuffs one of my hand to the handrail, immobilising me enough in the process.
He opens Thomas up, aiming the gun at Lilly. Once he's at a distance from Thomas, he throws a pocket knife at him. "You know what to do", he tells Thomas and sits back behind Lilly aiming his gun. If only all of us were free, we'd have had him by his balls.
Thomas takes a sharp breathe in and pushes the knife in his belly, gurgling blood as he falls to his knees. I try to look away from the sight unfolding in front of me, but Alan notices that and pokes, "No MC, look at him. What kind of a friend are you if you can't do that."
He moves up to Thomas and twists the knife in his belly, making the wound larger, causing greater suffering and damage. I can't see this anymore. I can't hear Thomas's screams anymore. I don't wish to live anymore after all this. I can't.
"Okay girls time for you all." He opens up Lilly, Cleo and Jessy and goes further inside the house, with Dan and Thomas'... dead remains with him. We chase him to let us him them once at least but he beats us to that. What the fuck is he planning to do? We all look at each other and exchange a hug, a parting hug precisely. Jessy comes to me and hugs me, sobbing in the crook of my neck. I hug her back with my one free hand, rubbing her back to calm her down.
"I'm sorry Jessy. I'm so very sorry. You don't know how much I wish I didn't stop you from going to Colville. It's all my fault that you and everybody is on the edge of death. I'm really really sorry", I stutter from the intense guilt I feel. They all come towards me and hug me tightly. I falter from the emotion I'm shown and sink further in myself. We are all going to die...
We hear the creaking floor, marking his arrival. He opens the door and in his hand is a giant crossbow. "Surprise, surprise", he gleams towards us and positions his crossbow at us. "Let's play a game. I'll count ten and you all will run. If you get hit, you're dead. Simple eh? Alright, are we ready girls?", he explains the rules of his maniacally sick game and starts counting to 10.
Suddenly I feel on my hand making contact with someone who holds them tightly. Looking up I find Lilly holding my hand tightly, and further her hand being held by Jessy with Cleo following the trend. We all do not move even an inch from there, showing our defiance.
"Tsk tsk tsk. This is boring. Come on, don't y'all wanna live? Now's your chance. Hurry!", he tries to gaslight our resolve but we stand together, sheerly determined.
"Sorry but we have no wish of staying alive from the trauma we've witnessed already. We'd rather just die and not give you the joy of any of it", I flatly state, surrender resonating in my voice.
This pisses him off and he strides towards us with a murderous intent when suddenly Lilly falls on her knees and starts gasping for air, clutching her heart tightly. Cleo and Jessy move forward to help Lilly, patting her back when Cleo starts showing the same symptoms. I look at them bewildered and in shock from the suddenness as well as the way it appears.
"What the fuck did you do to them? What did you do?!", I sob and ask him in desperation. I jerk my cuffed hand against the restraints again and again to somehow free it so I could strangle him to death. "What did anyone of us do to you, you fucking psychopath?!"
He yawns at us and fawns a sleepy tone. "I had randomly mixed potassium cyanide in two glasses. Now I know whose glasses they were", he snickers at us when suddenly a bullet sound fills the place and I see Alan groaning in pain, clutching onto his now blooding shoulder. The door slams open and a hooded guy walks in, holding a gun in his hand.
BAM. He shoots another bullet at Alan, immobilising his other shoulder. He howls in pain and falls on his knees, deep agony in his screams. The hooded guy walks upto him and kicks his shoulder, sliding the gun in the back-pocket of his jeans. He squats down at Alan's eye level and says, "I'm gonna make every moment of this pain thrice three times more than the pain Hannah suffered. I'll make you beg me for death." He stands up then and kicks his nose, making Alan again howl in agony.
At the same time, I discover Lilly's and Cleo's breathing hitch before it completely dies. "Nooo-", I shout, though deep down I know it's in vain. They're gone. Forever.
The hooded man jerks his head over us and leaps towards the scene, hugging Lilly and jerking her stiff body, as if it would pump life into her. Tears fall on the arm with which he holds Lilly, as he screams from the loss.
"Jake-", I breathe from realisation. A pair of stormy blue eyes intensely look at me, pain stricken with deep emotions. I avert my gaze, unable to hold his gaze any longer. He lost both his sisters, his only shot at having any family and somehow, I couldn't help feeling partly responsible for it myself. I want to say that I'm sorry for your loss Jake but the words sound so harsh, so mean, so devoid of emotions that I repeat it in my head the number of times I actually want to say it out loud.
He frees my hand from a key I didn't realise he caught on from Alan. The moment I'm free I oh-so-selfishly start running away, from Jake, from the loss of my friends, from the trauma everybody and I suffered and mostly, from myself. I keep running, never looking back once, deep into the dense Duskwood forests.
I stumble a few times while I run, grazing my knees as I do so. But I don't dare stop for in my head, if I stop now, everything that happen will finally catch onto me, more than it has already. I don't wanna live like this. I can't live like this. Four people died because I was hell bent on finding Hannah's killer already.
I finally reach a dead end which forces me to stop. The cliff ends, marking the start of a blue water river several meets below. Had it been any other day, I'd marvel the beauty of this blue river. Today? I just want it to consume me, to take over my senses, and my life.
I turn my back to the view and take a deep breath. Finally I let go myself and let my weight make me lose the land beneath my feet. Suddenly I see two human heads staring at me, one with black hair, and the other was red headed. I see them both screaming at me, crying for me, holding their hand for me. But in this moment, I don't understand- why are they crying when I feel totally at peace right now. I relish the feeling of being in the air. I know I'm falling and I know it will hurt once I make contact with the water. But when I think about it, when I ask myself, "will it hurt more than living a life with blood on your hands?", I find myself not regretting the decision I made right now.
I take the two people in, one last time before closing my eyes and opening my arms wide to welcome this. The last phase of my life.
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your faithless love
spoilers for Duskwood
angst :)
oneshot
my heart was breaking.
my breath was shaking.
my hands were trembling.
and you weren't there for me. why weren't you there, Jake?
he wasn't responding. he wasn't coming online. i waited and waited but, nothing.
"I love you."
all of my sleepless nights. all i did was think about you and you and you. you built me up yet, you ruined me.
"Something I should've told you a long time ago."
you told me you love me, did you really mean it?
"I love you too, Jake"
my mind is filled to the brim with doubt. my eyes showing nothing but anxiety. my heart colored with shades of blue.
it's been so long since i last received one of your messages, i miss them.
your messages would always make me happy. it would bring a smile to my face. now, all you're bringing me is sadness and a sense of vacancy.
i feel empty without you. do you feel empty without me?
you told me you'd stay in Duskwood, you promised me. you promised me you'll stay with me until the end. promises are meant to be broken, after all.
we found Hannah. we found the culprit. we found the truth. but, I haven't found you.
i miss you jake.
i hope you read this and come back.
i love you.
and i pressed sent with trembling fingers, crying.
Jake is Online
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The Ending You Deserve
Jake x MC - Duskwood One Shot
I wanted to practice angst and creating suspense. This happened. It has a touch of humor, a hint of fluff, and other things! Sassy MC. No smut for a change. It feels weird 🤭
Can Jake run from death and make it to MC?
Or will his demons win the race?
MC isn't named or described as it was more for the emotions. It's all from Jake’s POV.
Pain.
Aching. Cold. Hot. Burning, burning, burning. It rolled through him in waves.
He couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t see.
Dread wove through his internal organs and strangled him from the inside like an invasive vine had taken root in the core of himself.
Smoke and ash choked his airways as he stumbled and tripped through the mine.
His heart rattled savagely against his ribs.
It felt like a creature in its death throes, trying to break out of his chest.
His foot collided with a jagged, jutting rock and he went down like a house of cards. Crumpled and folded as he rolled and rolled.
Hissing as tiny sharp stones cut into his face and hands.
Ash ridden sweat trickled down his face and stung the many small slices leaking blood as he lay on his back panting and cursing himself as the ominous orange glow of raging flame inched along the underground tunnel.
The air grew thinner and thinner.
The smoke grew thicker and thicker.
The gasoline fueled fire was a monster bearing down on him and he scrambled to his trembling feet. Taking off at a staggering jog, one hand braced on the rough, dirty wall.
A pinprick of light opened up far ahead and a jolt of adrenaline surged through his bloodstream. He hurried, panting and terrified, breathing too shallowly as the rising heat nipped at his neck.
He knew he had a choice to make.
It was death by fire or FBI.
Neither option appealed to him, but as he looked back and saw the swirling, furious flames licking nearer and nearer. He knew he had to decide.
It wasn’t fair.
He wasn’t innocent or free from any wrongdoing. But he didn’t deserve to die like an animal, run over and left bleeding out and twitching on the side of the road until he grew cold and stiff.
No one would miss him.
No one would look for him.
He was all alone. It was a surety. He was always, always alone.
That’s not true though, is it, Jake?
It hasn’t been for a while now.
The voice in his head made his breath catch, and his heart pounded painfully in his throat.
It felt as though someone had reached inside his chest, broken through his flesh, muscle and grasped his bones to pry them apart, an invisible fist that gripped his pulsing heart and shoved it in his mouth. Forcing him to swallow it.
It beat there like a Wardrum. Marching him to his death.
It throbbed and choked and filled his mouth with copper. He couldn’t stand it. The pain was corrosive as it ate through his nerves and left them exposed to the heat and acrid taint of smoke.
She is waiting for you. Don’t let her down.
You PROMISED.
A soul deep sigh huffed through his nose as his feet sped up, pebbles and broken glass crunched under his boots as he raced toward the gradually growing dot of light.
The roaring fire and echo of his escape bounced off the stone and haunted him as he ran for his life.
Four years of running.
Four years of searching and shame and seclusion. Running had been his gift. His lifeline.
Yet he felt wholly unprepared for this last sprint.
He was tiring.
Steps shortening faster than his scalding breath as black smoke slithered overhead and wrapped its insidious tentacles around his body.
He would not make it.
He would not see her after all.
The thought felt like a poisoned blade sinking into his chest. He could feel the barbs of it twisting and cutting through sinew.
He would soon bleed out without a sound.
The fight left him as the intangible knife punctured his hope and foolish dream of having a love he didn’t deserve.
They’d been writing their own story, filling the pages with dreams and fragile, flourishing love.
He felt like coming here was akin to him tearing out those pages and ripping them up.
It broke him so completely he almost stopped and let the flames embrace him.
He could already smell the sickly sweet and pungent scent of his blistering flesh. Like tanning leather over a flame.
He was going to burn.
It would hurt more than he already did.
It would roast through his flesh, flay it from his bones and incinerate muscle and blood to dust.
He could already feel it.
Creeping closer, singing the hair on his nape, and filling his nose with the cloying scent of dangerous smoke.
No one would know it was him.
Nothing would remain for her except blackened bones and the memory that he had gone to the mine instead of her.
She would blame herself for this.
It would destroy her.
And it was all his doing.
No.
Never.
He wouldn’t be a cause of her pain anymore than he already had.
A burst of fresh speed and determination glittered through him as the fire drew so near he could feel the flames whispering in his ear.
Too slow, Jake. It’s too late.
You can’t run away from this.
Your luck has faded.
He forced it aside and sobbed through his clenched teeth as the dot of light swelled and came toward him.
His legs were heavy. Growing weightier with every leap over fallen support beams and shattered rock.
His rabbit heart raced faster and faster. It deafened him to the groaning, popping wood as the fire devoured it.
Tears streaked through the soot and blood on his face. Leaving pale tracks through the grime and coating his chapped lips with brine.
His vision blurred as his emotions broke free of the locked and coded vault he’d stuffed in the back of his hive mind to come here.
He attempted to shove them back in.
It didn’t work.
They spilled out and utterly overwhelmed him.
He’d spent years locking them down. Beating them into submission, so they listened to him and not him to them. The steel and stone fortress he erected around himself had already crumbled for her and there was nowhere left to hide.
He’d given her everything he had, and it wouldn’t be enough.
You always knew you weren’t enough. Let’s not think too highly of ourselves.
She deserves better than this.
Better than you.
That is a truth you will never escape.
His heart fractured as his mind fought against him and his flagging spirit frayed further.
She deserved better than this.
He was failing her. Had failed her since he let her in.
He’d always known he’d cause her future hurt.
He just hadn’t expected it would come so soon. That he wouldn’t get to watch from afar as she healed from his vanishing.
They had always lived on borrowed time.
And now, the fire was so close sweat slid like rivers down his back and legs, eating away at his nerves as they flared wildly under his soaking skin.
Jake knew it was futile. The ball of light in his vision seemed to run away from him as his eyes blurred and cleared repeatedly. His hands curled into two tight fists and he fought the urge to punch the wall in fury.
He bit down on the inside of his cheek instead. Biting down hard until the skin gave and blood welled over the tattered edge, glazing his tongue with the buttery, metallic taste of it.
It acted like a stimulant.
His eyes focused and his heart pounded fiercely as he ran and ran and ran.
Feet pounded stone as fire blazed through the mine. He had to outrun it.
He would outrun in it.
There was no other option as his blood pressure skyrocketed and his breath became harsh, shallow.
The fire sucked away the air before it could go in as he tried to gulp it down.
There was no oxygen.
His insides kept writhing and twisting.
They knotted up and up so tightly he swore felt something tear. Something that made him cry out as the air was crushed from him.
He could see shadows in his periphery. Specks of darkness and sparks of light as his lungs ached and screamed for oxygen. For rest.
Resting meant dying.
Dying meant failing her.
Failing her was never an option before.
It couldn’t be one now.
He put his head down and ran.
He jumped over another wooden beam as the light ahead broadened and he landed atop aged wooden boards.
He only had time to scream as they broke under his weight and their age.
Jake fell. And fell and fell.
He screwed his eyes shut before he hit the ground.
The impact was so brutal, he almost wished it had killed him.
He hit the ground with a resounding whack.
His head cracked off the stone. Pain, blinding and bleeding, radiated through his skull and brain, frying his rationality completely and leaving room for fear to consume him wholly.
Warmth seeped across his scalp and his hand came away, stained in crimson when he reached to feel the damage.
Head wounds bled worse than they were and the gash didn’t feel too bad once the stinging pain subsided a little. He internally surveyed the rest of himself. Finding nothing broken despite his ribs feeling as though a giant had stomped him flat.
Dirt and blood coated his teeth as he wheezed and coughed. Choking and spluttering as he tried to get a handle on himself.
He’d bitten through his lip, and it bled like a bitch.
Something was stabbing into his shoulder.
As he stared up at the hole he fell through, a sensation like a thousand razor blades slicing down his skin moved down his spine, coiling in his lower back. It swirled there, a ball of cutting, primal fright that soon bled through the rest of him.
A rickety ladder leading up and out offered a small ray of hope.
He clung to it and calculated how long it would take to climb in his current condition.
Fire scoured over the opening and left no place for him to escape.
His hope died with a breathless whimper.
He barely even heard it as agony rippled through his bones and he rolled onto his knees, panting.
“Fuck!” He spat. The word was more like a vicious curse as it rebounded off the mine walls and into his ears.
Mocking him as he squinted into the darkness and tried to figure out what to do next.
The fire would keep the police and FBI away from the mine until it burnt out. They wouldn’t rush in until it was safe enough. He knew that.
He could use that.
Jake kneeled on the filthy ground and schemed.
The temperature rose and rose as he shuffled through his thoughts.
He neatly ordered and arranged everything, thinking of his brain like a filing cabinet.
He could slide one drawer open and find a treasure trove of data and memories.
Some would get stuck as he tugged at them. Rusty and dusty, hardly ever opened for fear it would cut off his ability to feel nothing.
He pulled at one that had eroded so much he had to kick it and smash it to smithereens to pull the files out.
It was like opening Pandora’s box and expecting sunshine to pour forth.
A veritable flood of emotion, memory, and agony spilled free of the mental drawer and absolutely annihilated his hold on himself.
He’d forgotten what it was like to feel everything so fully.
Everything of the last few years had felt like he was competing against time itself. And time was humanity’s greatest enemy. There was never enough of it and it actively fought back when you tried to beat it.
It was a losing game and in order to keep playing, he’d become a ghost.
He muted everything that made him human in order to survive.
Calculated.
Clinical.
Cold.
Jake was all of that.
Now, he felt everything.
He wanted to survive. He wanted to live.
Lingering as a phantom on the periphery of reality no longer appealed to him. He wanted to feel and touch and be. He wanted everything life had to give.
The bitter and the sweet. The hurt and the relief. All of it.
Jake just wanted.
And when Jake wanted something, he got it.
He pushed up on his hands. Curling his fingers into the gravelly dirt and ignoring the bark of pain as his nails cracked and split.
His blood mingled with the muck, and he clambered to his feet.
Everything ached and bled and felt so heavy he could barely put one foot in front of the other as he carefully headed down the tunnel he’d dropped into.
His throat was raw. Torn to shreds from smoke and screaming. His hands quaked and his mouth was so dry his tongue curdled in his mouth as he smacked his lips together and tried to create some lubrication.
It was useless. He needed water.
He needed to rest soon, or he would pass out in sheer fright and exhaustion.
It’s too late, Jake.
Give up.
Only fools persist in fighting when the odds are stacked.
Jake’s head throbbed as he thrashed it, as if to dispel the sinister crooning, and muttered, “The odds are always stacked. It’s how you play the system.”
The voice went quiet again, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he tripped over rock and wood, hands scrabbling at the walls to ensure he wouldn’t get himself lost.
He risked taking his phone out of his pocket, scowling at the shattered screen as message after message came through.
MC: Jake. You can’t just tell a woman you love her and then ignore her!
Answer me.
Please.
Just give me a sign. A smoke signal. Send a damn carrier pigeon if you have to! They’re saying there’s no way in or out. But I know better. You’ll find a way.
Keep going. Please don’t give up. You’re not alone in this. I won’t allow it.
If you die, I will hunt you down, drag you back and kill you again. You must live, Jake. Not for me, not for Hannah or Lilly, but for you. You will make it back to me.
He swiped them away. Deleting them. They made his heart shiver and fracture more. The rubious fissures would leave silver scars behind. He groaned as another came through and he immediately memorized the coordinates she gave him. Deleting the message once he had. He put all his remaining energy and will into planning his escape.
His mind wheeled with memories from before.
Prior to being forced into hiding, he had experienced a life of color and fluctuating joy. It wasn’t a perfect life, but it was his. The day he had to leave it all behind, he’d severed all strands of his old life and assumed the identity of many and none.
He’d learned a lot about humanity and its cruelty in that time. He knew how it worked.
Life was a battle against human cruelty. It always was and always would be. Wisdom, strategy, and hope were the only factors that could hope to gain over cruelty.
And his hope lived on.
Hope, he understood it lived with her now. He’d given her it and she had offered him her own. He would not waste it.
He flicked through his brain and memories, shelving what didn’t matter and keeping what did. Everything that made him ache, he kept. Everything that made him feel safe, he lost.
If safety meant being alone, lost in a mine until he either burned or starved to death, he didn’t want it.
He reached into the mental vault containing their chats.
Their conversation about her coming here was the most potent file he had, and it would fuel him to make it out.
She had complimented his research on the mine and he’d told her about some entrances/exits.
He informed her of the ones he thought were most likely to get him caught. It was a manipulative decision, so she wouldn’t get the stupid idea of following him.
He kept one exit loaded like a bullet in the back of his mind.
It was risky.
It was idiotic.
Still, Jake took off running for it.
The tunnel was narrowing as he traveled along it. He had to duck before long.
His heart still frothed behind his sternum. Relentless and out of time, with his sawing breath as the walls closed in on him.
He had to crouch now. His head scuffed off the rugged ceiling and he bit back a shout as the pain merged with that of the wound still leaking blood on the back of his skull.
He felt drained. His body became so weighty, he was grateful when the tightening passage forced him to his hands and knees.
Jake crawled and crawled. Palms scraped and searing as sweat irritated all his grazes. His eyes prickled with fresh tears as a draught of fresh air snaked into his nose.
Dread rose to swallow him, but he kept going. He didn’t know what awaited him on the other side, but it was better than dying alone, never to be mourned or found.
The fear of being arrested was so strong it almost halted him as he squeezed through the ever shrinking tunnel and felt like he was caught in a vice.
If he got stuck—No, he couldn’t think it.
He had to turn his fear into a weapon. Run from this place and reclaim his name. The sweat on his brow, the blood running through his veins; it was that of a survivor.
This was just another glitch.
He told himself that over and over as he army crawled through the crushing mine.
He was blind.
The darkness entrenched him.
It would entomb him if he allowed it.
His coat snagged on the rough wall and dragged him back. He shook his sore body as much as the tight space would allow and panted through his clenched teeth.
It kept sticking. He had stretched his hands ahead of him.
There was no room or way for him to tug the fabric free.
His heart stopped dead in his chest.
Helplessness stole his flagging fight, and he slumped into the dirt, hiding his filthy face in it.
Abruptly, Jake started sobbing like a child. Great, gasping cries tore from him and his entire body shuddered with it. So violent and soul destroying he couldn’t temper it.
No matter what he did, it went against him. He’d never worked with such horrendous odds. His brain was a mess of emotion and regret.
He wished he’d written everything he felt and hoped for them down and mailed the letter to her before he entered the mine, but he’d been cocky then. Too confident in his ability to escape any trap or cage.
Jake gave up and accepted his fate.
If he died, if that was his due, there was no stopping it. He’d been living off begged and borrowed and stolen time for years.
It had finally caught up to him.
He was so lost in defeat. Consumed by it. His throat contracted, and he felt like he might be sick.
He hoped he choked on it.
Make it quick.
“I don’t want to die,” He whispered without meaning to and his mouth kept moving, the words kept falling from his bloodstained lips, “Not like this, anything but this.”
His heart shriveled and went cold as he struggled and tried to shuffle forward. He couldn’t breathe properly. All his weight was on his front. His ribs felt bruised and cracked, every tiny inhale felt like a sledgehammer blow.
It is over, Jake. Feel that? The cold creeping in? Soon, it’s all you’ll know. This darkness? It’s all there is. All there ever will be. It’s what you –
“-- I don’t deserve this.” Jake growled with a certainty he’d never known.
Adrenaline coursed through him, lighting up his veins and filling him with new trembling energy as if someone had injected him with a drug.
He rocked and shook his body until his bones jolted and his skin felt too tight. He forced what little breath he had out through gritted teeth and felt the tendons in his neck straining as he dug his fingers into the dirt and put all his strength into pulling himself free.
The sound of fabric ripping caused his heart to start beating again.
He gave a laugh like shattering glass.
Unhinged and desperate as the momentum of his coat coming free shoved him forward a few feet.
From there, it wasn’t easy. He felt like a clumsy serpent as he slithered through the mine.
He kept laughing. His heart kept pounding.
The voice in his head was silent as his hands connected with something that fell away as he shoved at it.
Glorious, clean night air hit his sweaty face, and he gulped it down as he pulled himself out of the horrible tunnel.
It seemed to cling to him. Like invisible hands tugged on his ankles to keep him trapped. He refused to allow it.
Damp earth, long green grass, and dried leaves crunched under his hands as he lay on his back on the forest floor and stared at the starry sky.
He considered the spectacle of stars as the greatest gift he could have received. He analyzed it, finding the North star and thinking of the co-ordinates MC had given him. He quickly checked them on his phone before he threw it away, and was relieved when he discovered it wasn’t too far to make it there on foot.
If he headed in a North- Easterly direction, he could make it there at sunrise.
He didn’t bother looking toward Duskwood, didn’t need to know how close his pursuers might be or he’d lose his nerve.
He shakily got to his feet and started walking.
Time meant nothing to him as he traipsed through forest and open fields. He stayed away from the roads he knew were always busy.
In his current condition, some good samaritan would call for help thinking they were aiding him when in fact they’d be signing his death.
He was so tired. It clung to him like a shroud of smothering fog he would never break out of.
He kept moving.
Through shadow and moonlight, he kept walking and ignored the pain in his body as best he could.
There was no end to his exhaustion as pink tinged sunlight shimmered through the pines.
The sun was rising.
How strange, he thought, that his world could burn down around him and yet the sun still rose.
He eyed it and felt strange, like it was an abstract painting absolutely out of place in this world of cruelty, death, and flame.
No matter how deeply or irrevocably the world burned. No matter how thick the shadows grew and the amount the freezing darkness consumed, the sun would always rise.
It filled the world with light, warmth, and color and precious hope.
He felt the soft warmth kiss his hurting face, and it energized him as he broke out of the cover of trees and came to a halt in a motel parking lot.
Jake frowned, glancing around in suspicion and doubt as he failed to understand. Why would she send him here? He hadn’t stayed here. It was too out of the way.
And just how did she know of it?
He stood straight and fear thickened in his throat as his attention snagged on a window. The curtains had moved. He was sure of it.
He moved as though to sink back amongst the trees, but the creak of a door opening made his head snap toward it.
A small, slender hand poked through the gap in the door, beckoning him. He was moving toward it before he could give his feet the command.
His heart picked up speed again. His pulse and distress ratcheting up and infusing him with tension like someone was turning a screw too tightly.
He was only a few steps away from the door now. His skin felt too sensitive and everything hurt in some way. His throat felt like he’d been eating sandpaper and gravel.
The shake in his hands intensified, flight or fight. His nervous system couldn’t decide.
As he hesitated, a female voice trailed through the open door and it was like a salve on his exposed nerves. He had heard that voice, he could recognize it anywhere.
His heart raced for an entirely different reason as he listened to it.
“It’s safe. Come in and I’ll explain.”
Jake didn’t care about her explanation as the adrenaline left him so suddenly he drooped and nearly dropped to his knees.
He tripped through the door instead.
She didn’t give him time to rake his gaze over her the way he wanted to. She gripped him and forcefully dragged him into an embrace, causing him to groan in pain as it aggravated his many minor injuries.
She instantly pulled back, grimacing and apologetic.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think. Here, I have supplies. I figured one of us would get shot or stabbed or maimed. It felt important to be prepared. Thankfully, the worst injury I’ve had is paper cuts. You don’t look like you’ve been so lucky. Are you bleeding anywhere? What do I do first? Are you burnt? You smell like someone roasted you over a spit! Are yo-”
Jake chuckled roughly at her babbling. Touched and amused by her care and thoughtfulness.
It was the first genuine laugh he’d had in years, and it turned into a cackle before long. It just slipped out of him and sounded more like crying by the end.
His gritty eyes closed as emotion swallowed him and he welcomed the darkness they offered.
It was familiar.
It was safe.
He woke hours later very confused and so stiff it felt like he was breaking his bones to sit up. His grunt of pain escaped his teeth as a lilting voice cut through the static in his mind.
“Oh, good. I was worrying. That’s nothing new, but you look like someone just dug you out of your grave. I cleaned and patched you up as best I could without stripping you. I thought I’d let you buy me dinner before we got to that stage!”
Her tone was light and filled with humor, but there was an edge of despair and anxiety in it that told him she’d fussed over him the entire time he slept.
His sluggish heart resided in his empty stomach as she approached him slowly like she thought he was an injured animal and she was afraid to spook him.
“Where are we? Why are you here? You promised to stay away.” He managed as he accepted the glass of water she offered him.
His fingers left dirty streaks on the glass as the dirt mingled with the condensation. The water was cold and crystal clear and he gulped it down to clear the sour taste out of his mouth.
She huffed at his words and waited for him to sink the water before she responded, “Typical. I come and help you and you scold me. Well, shove it. If it weren’t for me and Alan, you would be dead or rotting in a cell. And I did stay away! I didn't go to the mine, did I?”
His gaze flew to her indignant face, lovely and open despite the fury razing hell in her narrowed eyes.
He felt shocked that he could speak because his tongue felt so thick in his mouth. “My apologies. I’m still—I’m sorry... Alan? I thought he would be more interested in helping them catch me?”
She smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she sat down beside him.
“That was until I ripped him a new one. The fire helped most, but Alan is currently playing down your involvement to give us time. He’ll make contact with us once we find a safe place to stay.”
He opened his mouth to demand she go back home, and he’d message once he was safe, but she flung up a hand to silence him.
“None of that. I’ll explain better once we know the scope of the fallout in Duskwood. But I am coming with you. No, if ands or buts about it, Jake. I make my decisions, not you. The last time someone tried to decide for me, I bit them. Don’t make me bite you too. Are you in?”
Her eyes were hard and unwavering, not a sliver of doubt to be found.
Everything inside him protested against dragging her into his mess, but he was tired.
He was tired of being alone.
He was so tired of losing everything.
Four years of fatigue and depression sank through him like a millstone and he hung his head in defeat. He was in no condition to run alone, anyway.
And he didn't want to. It was selfish. It was daft. But he didn't care.
He hadn't expected to survive this long. Plus, she had been his reason to make it out. He sighed and let his shoulders curl inward. Having someone else to protect would keep him sharp and ready for anything. She must've sensed his resolve weakening.
She reached out and threaded her clean fingers through his muddy ones, dark and light; he thought stupidly as his skin tingled at the contact.
It had been so long since he’d been touched gently. With obvious affection and because someone wanted to, not because they had to.
He was used to bruises and hurt. This was — this was what he'd survived for.
He’d forgotten what it felt like as he met her gaze and felt his stomach fluttering with something that felt like excitement.
It felt like hundreds of tiny birds had taken flight in his abdomen and a frisson of tentative anticipation filtered through him.
Her eyes glittered and his mouth twitched with the want to smile as he gave his response.
“I’m in.”
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Thank you for reading. I hope it was worth your time despite this being done so many times before me. Oh, and if you leave a comment or reblog, thank you. It is appreciated ❤️
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I ONLY KNOW PAAAAAAAAAAIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
IDK WHY I DID THIS
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Imagine MC in Duskwood
Richy decides to go to the dare house, MC decides to go with him, there's a kidnapper in the woods so of course being alone there is a bad idea
They get to the house and Richy gives MC the honour of knocking, first time for everything
Knock
Knock
Nothing
At the third knock MC hears a soft "I'm sorry" being said before something hard smashes in their head
"This is for the best" as they fall into blackness
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#Ohhhh; you can do a lot with that; I love it! The angst and the drama! I love it! *-*#cw violence#duskwood anon imagine#duskwood anon headcanon#duskwood#everbyte studio#duskwood game#duskwood everbyte#everbyte duskwood#duskwood mc#duskwood richy#duskwood man without a face#duskwood mwaf#everbyte game
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⛔ Swearing, talking about car accidents, talking about abusive relationships ⛔
Part 2
And it got even worse. But this time Thomas is making himself useful 😂🤭
I hope you like it!
Have an amazing day<3
PS: The app is still buggy and I don't know if I can ever fix it😫😫
#duskwood#jake duskwood#jake x mc#dan duskwood#mc duskwood#duskwood richy#jessy duskwood#lilly duskwood#thomas duskwood#cleo duskwood#hannah duskwood#thomas x hannah#dan x lilly#jessy x richy#my ocs#duskwood fandom#fake chat#angst
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Welcome
Hi! You can call me Hira! To be honest, I'm not even sure why I'm even bothering to put something like this since I'll probably be busy for the next months or so but yeah, I'll just put it right here in case I'll ever accept any future requests or something.
Characters I write for:
So far I can probably write for any characters in Duskwood and Stardew Valley. Preferably for female characters 😉
This could change tho in the future if I ever decide to expand my writing for other fandoms (believe me, I read a lot of fics of other fandoms but that doesn't mean I'll be good at writing the characters. I prefer knowing how to write them first before starting any fic)
What Genre, Troupe, and Type of Fiction do I write, and plan on writing?
I'm open to all genres (fluff, angst, hurt and/or comfort, etc.) aside from any Dark themes, sorry.
Open to any available troupe out there except for cheating and anything that surrounds it.
I can do AUs, canon divergence, and canon compliance.
I just don't really do smut or any NSFW but anything above can be doable if I try.
Things I have written so far:
Dusk til Dawn (Jessy x Gender Neutral MC) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 — COMPLETE
Dusk Fragments (Jessy x Gender Neutral MC) - #1, #2, #3
Kiss It Off Me (Haley x Fem!farmer) - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 , Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 , Chapter 7— ONGOING
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Entangled Webs
➥ summary: Spider Sunny is a superhero that shines light even in the darkest places of her dimension, once a normal college student named (y/n), she finds her life has taken a turn after her encounter with a radioactive spider
➥ a/n: I took inspiration from @liliacamethyst story ��Web of Lies” note that this one shot is super long so if you have the time to read all this I applaud you
➥ angst one shot
As I stepped onto the college campus, excitement surged through my veins. This field trip to the famous Duskwood Laboratories was the highlight of our semester. Little did I know that this day would alter the course of my life forever. My name is (Y/n), and this is the story of how I became the superhero known as Spider Sunny.
The crisp morning air enveloped the campus, carrying the scent of autumn leaves. As our professor led us through the laboratory, my eyes widened with wonder. Countless scientific discoveries were made within these walls, but little did I know that fate had a surprise in store for me.
We arrived at a high-security section of the lab, filled with glowing, mysterious machines. Our professor explained that these were part of an experiment involving the manipulation of solar energy. As I gazed at the contraptions, a flickering neon sign caught my eye: "Radiation Exposure Zone: Authorized Personnel Only."
Curiosity compelled me. I couldn't resist the pull to see what lay beyond that forbidden door. As the rest of the group moved ahead, I slipped away, determined to uncover the secrets that awaited me.
Navigating through the dimly lit corridors, I finally reached the radiation exposure zone. The door creaked open, revealing a chamber bathed in an ethereal blue glow. I hesitated for a moment, but my insatiable desire for knowledge urged me forward. I stepped into the room, oblivious to the danger that awaited.
Within the chamber, a large glass enclosure housed an array of exotic spiders. The arachnids skittered and weaved intricate webs, their presence both mesmerizing and terrifying. I approached the glass, marveling at their delicate beauty.
One spider, in particular, caught my attention. It glowed with a vibrant golden hue, as if it had absorbed the essence of the sun itself. Drawn to its radiance, I extended a trembling hand, hoping to touch the creature. But as I did, fate intervened with a cruel twist.
Unbeknownst to me, the spider had been exposed to excessive amounts of solar radiation. As my finger brushed against its fragile frame, it sank its fangs into my skin. A surge of searing pain coursed through my body, causing me to stagger backward in shock.
I stumbled out of the radiation chamber, my mind reeling from the intensity of the experience. Little did I know that this encounter with the irradiated spider would transform me in ways I could never have imagined.
Days passed, and the initial pain subsided, replaced by a newfound vitality coursing through my veins. I noticed subtle changes in my body—heightened senses, increased strength, and an uncanny agility. At first, I dismissed these alterations as mere figments of my imagination. However, it soon became clear that something extraordinary had occurred.
One sunny afternoon, while I was walking home from classes, a group of thugs cornered me in a deserted alley. Panic surged within me as their menacing presence closed in. It was in that moment of desperation that my dormant powers awakened.
Without warning, a brilliant light erupted from my hands, engulfing the assailants in a blinding radiance. They recoiled in fear, their cries drowned out by the intense energy pulsating from my palms. Instinctively, I had unleashed a torrent of sun beams, dispersing the danger that threatened me.
Stunned and exhilarated, I realized that I had become something beyond ordinary. I had become Spider Sunny, a superhero empowered by the very force of the sun. The spider's bite, combined with the solar radiation, had granted me extraordinary abilities.
In the days that followed, I honed my newfound powers, experimenting with the limits of my solar energy manipulation. I discovered that I could shoot concentrated sun beams from my hands, illuminating darkness and harnessing their warmth to protect the innocent.
News of Spider Sunny's exploits spread throughout the city, and I became a symbol of hope and justice. Each day presented new challenges, from rescuing innocent civilians to thwarting the plans of nefarious villains. But with every victory, I grew more confident in my abilities and more determined to use them for the greater good.
However, being Spider Sunny came with its own set of challenges. Balancing a double life as a college student and a superhero required careful juggling and utmost secrecy. My friends and family remained oblivious to my alter ego, unaware of the sacrifices I made to protect them and the city we called home.
As the sun set on that fateful day of the field trip, a new dawn had broken in my life. I was no longer just (Y/n), a regular college student. I had become Spider Sunny, a beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness. My journey as a superhero had just begun, and I vowed to use my powers to make a difference, to bring hope, and to shine a light on the darkest corners of our city.
I swung through the city, my web-lines shooting out effortlessly from my hands. The cool breeze brushed against my face as I navigated the urban jungle, searching for any signs of trouble. As Spider Sunny, I had taken it upon myself to protect the innocent and maintain the delicate balance between justice and chaos.
On this particular day, I found myself facing a gang of criminals who had taken hostages in a downtown bank. With calculated precision, I descended upon them, startling them with my sudden appearance. As they turned their attention towards me, I could see the fear in their eyes. It was a fear I had grown accustomed to evoking in those who preyed on the vulnerable.
I moved with speed and grace, using my sun beams to disarm the criminals and free the hostages. The situation was under control, or so I thought, until a strange vibration coursed through the air. I felt a tingle at the base of my spine, warning me of something extraordinary about to happen.
A rip in the fabric of reality appeared before me, crackling with energy. A portal materialized, and from within, two figures emerged. One was clad in a futuristic suit, blue and red with glowing accents, while the other wore a more traditional red and blue costume, reminiscent of my own.
"Hello there!" the futuristic figure called out, his voice echoing with an otherworldly quality. "I am Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spider-Man 2099, and this is my esteemed colleague, Spider-Man from another dimension."
I blinked in disbelief, momentarily frozen by the unexpected arrival of these two Spider-people. Was this some sort of elaborate prank or a hallucination brought on by the adrenaline coursing through my veins? Nevertheless, I composed myself, realizing that their presence might hold the key to unraveling the mystery surrounding my own powers.
"I am Spider Sunny," I responded cautiously, my eyes narrowing in curiosity. "What brings you to my city?"
Miguel O'Hara smiled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of wisdom and experience. "We have traveled across dimensions to seek you out, Spider Sunny. We are part of an elite group of Spider-Men and Women who protect the multiverse from threats that transcend time and space. We have sensed the emergence of your powers and believe that you possess the potential to become an invaluable member of our team."
My heart raced at the mention of a team of Spider-powered individuals dedicated to safeguarding the multiverse. It was a concept that stretched the limits of my imagination but also ignited a flicker of excitement within me. The prospect of joining forces with others who shared my abilities and understood the complexities of my life as Spider Sunny was undeniably appealing.
"Why me?" I asked, my voice laced with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "What makes you think I am worthy of this honor?"
Miguel O'Hara's gaze bore into mine, his expression unwavering. "Your determination, your sense of justice, and the way you have embraced your powers—all of these qualities make you an ideal candidate for our team. We believe in you, Spider Sunny, and we know that together, we can accomplish great things."
A whirlwind of emotions cascaded through my mind as I considered the invitation. Joining a team of extraordinary individuals would undoubtedly bring new challenges, responsibilities, and sacrifices. However, it also presented an opportunity to learn, grow, and make an even greater impact on the world.
"Give me some time," I finally replied, my voice filled with determination. "I need to weigh the implications and consider the responsibilities that come with joining your team. But know this, Spider-Man 2099 and your fellow Spider-Man: I am honored by your offer, and I will seriously consider becoming part of your extraordinary group."
Miguel O'Hara nodded approvingly, acknowledging my response. "Take all the time you need, Spider Sunny. We understand that this is a decision that should not be taken lightly. But when you are ready, know that the Spider-Men and Women of our team will be there, waiting to welcome you with open arms. Take this watch, turn it to earth 616, you’ll find us there.”
As the portal began to close, and the two Spider-Men prepared to depart, I watched in awe, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirling within me. The realization that I had caught the attention of an elite group of heroes dedicated to protecting the multiverse filled me with a newfound sense of purpose and excitement.
I swung back into action, continuing my mission as Spider Sunny, but with a renewed fire burning within my heart. The prospect of joining Miguel O'Hara and the other Spider-people in their fight against threats that transcended time and space intrigued me. It presented an opportunity not only to grow as a superhero but also to explore the vast multiverse and uncover its countless secrets.
For now, I would focus on protecting my city, honing my powers, and weighing the implications of joining this extraordinary team. The future held countless possibilities, and as Spider Sunny, I would be ready to face whatever challenges awaited me, whether it was protecting a single city or safeguarding the entire multiverse.
Days had passed since the unexpected arrival of Miguel O'Hara, the Spider-Man from the future, and his offer to join the elite group of Spider-Men and Women. The weight of his invitation hung in the air, lingering in my thoughts day and night. I knew that my decision would shape the course of my life as Spider Sunny, and I couldn't take it lightly.
After much contemplation and soul-searching, I had come to a firm resolution. I was ready to accept the offer and embark on a journey that would take me beyond the confines of my city and into the vastness of the Spider-Verse. I understood the challenges and responsibilities that lay ahead, but the opportunity to join forces with other Spider-powered individuals, to learn from them and contribute to the greater good, was too enticing to pass up.
With my decision made, I contacted Miguel O'Hara and informed him of my acceptance. He expressed his delight and explained that preparations would be made to facilitate my transition to the Spider-Verse. One crucial element was the gift he had mentioned—a watch that would enable me to traverse the dimensions and explore the multiverse.
A few days later, I took a glance at the sleek, futuristic-looking watch adorned with intricate spider motifs that sat on my desk, the anticipation within me grew as I carefully fastened the watch around my wrist. The moment of truth had arrived.
I pressed a small button on the side of the watch, and a holographic interface appeared before me. It displayed a map of the multiverse, with countless interconnected pathways and destinations. With a sense of awe and trepidation, I selected my desired destination—Earth-616, the central universe from which the Spider-Verse originated.
As I activated the portal, a surge of energy enveloped me, causing my surroundings to blur and distort. Colors bled into one another, reality bending and warping before my eyes. The sensation was both exhilarating and disorienting, like being caught in a whirlwind of cosmic forces.
When the vortex finally subsided, I found myself standing on unfamiliar ground. The air crackled with a sense of familiarity, yet everything appeared different. The skyscrapers reached towards the sky, but the architecture, the people, and even the very essence of the city exuded a unique energy. I had arrived in Earth-616, the heart of the Spider-Verse.
I took a moment to absorb my surroundings, the cacophony of sights and sounds filling my senses. The bustling city streets were filled with people, some adorned in colorful costumes, others displaying extraordinary abilities. It was a world where heroes and villains coexisted, where the impossible became possible.
As I navigated through the vibrant cityscape, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and humility. This was a place where the legacy of Spider-Man and his countless incarnations had thrived, where the spirit of heroism burned bright. I was but a single thread in the intricate web of this universe, a newcomer to this world of wonder.
But I was not alone. I had entered this universe to join a team of Spider-Men and Women, and I was eager to meet them, learn from them, and contribute my own unique abilities to their cause. Miguel O'Hara had assured me that they would be awaiting my arrival, ready to guide and support me on this extraordinary journey.
Following the coordinates provided by Miguel, I arrived at a hidden base, nestled within the heart of the city. As I entered, I was greeted by a chorus of familiar voices, each belonging to a different Spider-powered individual. The atmosphere was charged with camaraderie and a shared sense of purpose.
The Spider-Men and Women welcomed me with open arms, their costumes representing a myriad of variations on the iconic red and blue. I was introduced to Gwen Stacy, known as Spider-Gwen, a talented musician with spider-like abilities from an alternate reality. There was also Peter Parker, the original Spider-Man, whose experiences and wisdom had guided generations of heroes.
As the team gathered around, Miguel O'Hara stepped forward, a proud smile on his face. "Welcome, Spider Sunny," he said, his voice carrying a mix of warmth and authority. "You have taken a leap of faith and embraced your destiny as a defender of the multiverse. We are honored to have you join our ranks."
The words struck a chord within me, reinforcing my belief that I had made the right decision. In this world of spider-powered heroes, I had found my place—a collective of individuals dedicated to protecting the balance of the multiverse, to ensuring that justice prevailed across countless dimensions.
As we settled into our new surroundings, our discussions turned to the challenges that lay ahead. The Spider-Men and Women shared stories of their past encounters, their triumphs, and their struggles. I listened intently, soaking in the wealth of knowledge and experiences that surrounded me.
I realized that this journey was not just about fighting crime and facing villains—it was about personal growth, about becoming the best version of myself. The Spider-Verse was an endless expanse of possibilities, and each day brought new lessons and new alliances.
Months had passed since I had accepted Miguel O'Hara's invitation to join the elite group of Spider-Men and Women. Together, we had patrolled the multiverse, fought against formidable foes, and protected countless dimensions from the forces of evil. But amidst the chaos and heroism, a secret connection had begun to bloom—an affair as forbidden as it was intoxicating.
Miguel and I had forged a bond that extended beyond our shared responsibilities. Late-night conversations turned into stolen glances, and casual touches ignited a fire within us. It was a connection that defied the boundaries of our roles as leader and team member—a connection that was both exhilarating and dangerous.
One evening, as the team gathered for a debriefing, I found myself alone with Miguel in a secluded corner of our headquarters. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and the weight of our unspoken desires hung heavily in the space between us.
"Miguel," I whispered softly, my voice laced with a mixture of longing and uncertainty, "there's something I need to talk to you about."
He turned to me, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and caution. "What is it, (Y/n)?"
Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts, the words stumbling out in a rush. "I can't deny the connection between us, the way we've grown closer over these past months. But... I can't help but feel that our relationship is more than just friendship or even colleagues. And it scares me, Miguel."
He studied me for a moment, his expression guarded yet filled with a hint of understanding. "I know what you're feeling, (Y/n), and I can't deny that there's a strong attraction between us. But we have to be careful. We can't let our personal feelings interfere with our duties as heroes."
His words pierced through me like a dagger, a stark reminder of the boundaries we had unwittingly crossed. I had hoped for a different response, a validation of my emotions, but instead, he had reinforced the walls that separated us.
"I understand," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just needed to...express my feelings, to let you know that this connection, however forbidden, is real to me."
Miguel's gaze softened, a flicker of regret passing across his eyes. "I'm sorry if I've led you on, (Y/n). It was never my intention to hurt you. This affair, if we can even call it that, was merely an escape, a way to release stress amidst the chaos of our lives. I thought we both understood that."
His words struck me like a blow to the chest. I had hoped for something more—a shared connection, a deeper understanding. But it seemed that Miguel saw our encounters as nothing more than a means to an end.
I nodded, blinking back tears. "I understand, Miguel. I won't let my personal feelings get in the way of our mission. I will continue to serve alongside you, as a member of the team."
Silence hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. The spark that had once ignited our interactions had dimmed, overshadowed by the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. It was a bittersweet realization—a painful understanding that the person I cared for didn't reciprocate those same feelings.
From that day forward, our relationship changed. We remained professional, our interactions focused solely on our duties as Spider-Men and Women. But the longing, the ache in my heart, remained as a constant reminder of what could never be.
As we swung through the city together, fighting crime and protecting the innocent, I couldn't help but steal glances at Miguel—my heart yearning for a connection that would forever remain out of reach. I buried my true emotions deep within, hiding them behind a facade of strength and determination.
The team, oblivious to the emotional turmoil within me, continued their heroic endeavors, united in their purpose. I played my part, fulfilling my responsibilities with unwavering dedication, all the while concealing the depths of my emotions from those around me.
In the midst of our adventures, I found solace in the company of my fellow Spider-Men and Women. Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker, and the others became pillars of support, offering understanding and friendship when I needed it the most. Their presence reminded me that I wasn't alone—that there was strength in unity, even in the face of unrequited love.
As Spider Sunny, I had become accustomed to facing danger head-on, braving the unknown, and fighting against formidable foes. But nothing could have prepared me for the revelation that would shake the very foundations of my life.
It had been months since my affair with Miguel O'Hara, the Spider-Man from the future, had come to an abrupt end. We had buried our connection deep within, keeping our emotions hidden from the world and each other. Yet, life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it, and it was during a routine check-up that I received news that would forever change my destiny.
I sat in the doctor's office, my mind consumed by a swirl of thoughts. The room seemed to close in around me as the doctor delivered the life-altering words, "You're pregnant."
Pregnant. The word echoed through my mind, reverberating with a mix of excitement and fear. A surge of conflicting emotions washed over me, and for a moment, I found it difficult to catch my breath.
As the doctor continued to speak, explaining the implications and offering guidance, I could feel the weight of the secret pressing against my chest. I knew the truth had to be shared, that the father of my child deserved to know, but the circumstances surrounding our relationship had become complicated and fragile. The fear of rejection and the knowledge that he might not want me or the baby gnawed at the corners of my mind.
Determined to confide in someone, I sought solace in the company of Peter Parker, Peter had been a mentor and a confidant throughout my time as Spider Sunny, and I trusted him implicitly. It was his guidance that I sought, his wisdom that I hoped would help me navigate the tumultuous path ahead.
With a heavy heart, I approached Peter, my voice filled with trepidation. "Peter, I need to talk to you about something important. It's..."
Peter's eyes widened, concern etched across his face. "What is it, (Y/n)? You look troubled."
Taking a deep breath, I gathered the courage to reveal my secret. "I'm pregnant, Peter. I found out a few days ago. But the father... he wouldn't want me or the baby."
Peter's brows furrowed, his gaze filled with empathy. "I'm so sorry, (Y/n). That must be incredibly difficult for you. But remember, you don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you, whatever you decide."
Tears welled up in my eyes as relief mingled with the overwhelming weight of the situation. Peter's support meant the world to me, but the fear of revealing the identity of the baby's father still held me back.
"I appreciate your support, Peter," I replied, my voice quivering with emotion. "But for now, I need to keep the father's identity a secret. It's complicated, and I'm afraid of what might happen if he finds out."
Peter nodded understandingly, his voice gentle as he spoke. "It's your choice, (Y/n). I respect your decision. Just remember that keeping such a significant secret might bring its own set of challenges. If you ever need someone to talk to or help in any way, I'm here for you."
Gratitude washed over me as I realized that I wasn't alone in this journey. Peter's unwavering support offered a glimmer of hope amidst the storm that raged within me. With his guidance and the strength of our bond as fellow heroes, I knew I could face the uncertain path that lay ahead.
In the days that followed, I grappled with the magnitude of the secret I carried. The physical changes in my body became more pronounced, a visible reminder of the life growing within me. It was a bittersweet experience, filled with both joy and sorrow—an intimate connection with my unborn child that I nurtured while shielding them from a world that might not welcome them.
As Spider Sunny, I continued to fight crime, protect the innocent, and uphold the legacy of the Spider-Men and Women. But beneath the mask, the weight of my secret threatened to consume me. The fear of rejection and the uncertainty of the future cast a shadow over my every decision.
In the depths of the night, as I swung through the city, my mind would drift to the father of my child—the man who had ignited a spark within me, yet remained unaware of the life he had helped create. I yearned for his embrace, for his understanding, but the reality of our complicated past stood as a barrier between us.
Days turned into weeks. My belly would soon be swelled with the growing life within, a visible reminder of the responsibility I carried. The bond between mother and child strengthened, and with each passing day, I became more determined to protect and cherish the miracle that had been bestowed upon me.
The knowledge that I would soon bring a new life into the world filled me with a profound sense of purpose and determination. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, I would face them with unwavering strength and resilience. My child would know love, would know the sacrifices I had made, and would know that they were born from a union that, despite its complexities, had brought forth something beautiful.
The air crackled with tension as I stood before Miguel O'Hara, his eyes blazing with a mixture of concern and anger. We had just returned from a mission, one in which my recklessness had resulted in a dangerous injury. A gash marred my forehead, a painful reminder of the consequences of my impulsive actions.
"You were completely reckless out there, (Y/n)!" Miguel's voice boomed, his frustration seeping through every word. "You endangered not only yourself but also the lives of those around you. We can't afford these kinds of mistakes."
His words stung, igniting a fire within me. How dare he berate me like this, after all I had sacrificed and all the risks I had taken? The pain of my injury fueled my anger, and I refused to back down.
"I did what I had to do!" I shot back, my voice laced with defiance. "Someone was in danger, and I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. If I hadn't acted, they might not be alive right now!"
Miguel's eyes narrowed, his tone laced with frustration. "I understand your desire to help, but you have to think about the bigger picture. We have a responsibility to protect the multiverse, and that means making calculated decisions, not acting on impulse."
I clenched my fists, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and hurt. The weight of his words bore down on me, amplifying the self-doubt that had been brewing within me for far too long. Was I really as reckless as he claimed? Had I let my emotions cloud my judgment?
Tears welled up in my eyes, a mix of frustration and anguish. "Maybe you're right, Miguel. Maybe I'm not cut out for this. Maybe I should just quit."
The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of my words hanging heavily in the air. Miguel's gaze softened, a flicker of regret passing across his face.
"Is that what you truly want?" he asked. "To give up on everything we've fought for? To abandon the team, our mission?"
With a mixture of resolve and sorrow, I reached for the watch he had given me—the portal to the Spider-Verse. Gripping it tightly in my hand, I gazed into Miguel's eyes, my voice trembling with a mix of emotions.
"I'm done," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm done with the arguments, the risks, the uncertainty. I'm done with being apart of this”
Before he could respond, I set the watch to my own universe, the place I had once called home. With a flick of my wrist, I threw the watch back at Miguel, the small device spinning through the air before he caught it with a bewildered expression.
"You can have it back," I said, my voice filled with a mix of resignation and determination. "I'm going home."
As the portal opened before me, a surge of energy enveloped me, transporting me back to the familiar sights and sounds of my own universe. The Spider-Verse faded away, replaced by the reality I had known before my journey began.
I stood alone, my heart heavy with a sense of loss. The bond I had shared with Miguel and the team had been shattered, and I had chosen to walk away from the life I had once embraced. It was a bittersweet realization—a painful acknowledgment that sometimes the path we think is right for us isn't the one we ultimately choose.
Months had passed since I had made the difficult decision to leave the Spider-Verse and embark on a new chapter of my life. I had forged a different path one that was forged by me being both Spider Sunny and just plain old (y/n). As I stood on the precipice of this new journey, anticipation and nervousness intermingled within me.
The sun cast a warm glow through the windows of my home, illuminating the room where I had meticulously prepared for the arrival of my twins. Gabriel and Gabriella—the names I had chosen for my precious little ones. The names held a deep significance, symbolizing strength, resilience, and the hope for a bright future.
As the contractions intensified, I steadied myself, drawing upon the strength I had honed as a hero. But even with my training and resolve, I knew I couldn't face this alone. I needed support, reassurance, and a reminder that I was not alone in this daunting but miraculous journey.
And so, as if sensing my needs, a knock echoed through the door. Opening it, I was greeted by the sight of Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, and Pavitr Prabhakar—the Spider-Men and Women who had once fought alongside me in the Spider-Verse. Their presence filled the room with a sense of familiarity and comfort.
"Hey, (Y/n), we heard the news and wanted to be here for you," Peter said, a warm smile gracing his face. "You're not alone, you know. We're here to offer our support, every step of the way."
Tears welled up in my eyes as gratitude flooded my heart. Their unwavering presence, the solidarity they offered, reassured me that I had made the right choice in confiding in them. I nodded, my voice filled with emotion. "Thank you, all of you. Your support means the world to me."
As the contractions came in waves, the Spider-Men and Women sprang into action. Peter, with his years of experience, guided me through the process, offering words of encouragement and reassurance. Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr worked together to prepare the room, ensuring everything was in place for the arrival of Gabriel and Gabriella.
Hours turned into an eternity as I labored, my body wracked with pain and anticipation. But through it all, the presence of my newfound family offered a beacon of hope, a reminder that I was not alone. Their voices, their touch, their unwavering support became my lifeline, giving me strength when I thought I had none left to give.
And finally, after what felt like an eternity, the moment arrived. Gabriel and Gabriella entered the world, their cries filling the room and my heart with an overwhelming flood of emotions. Tears streamed down my face as I gazed upon their tiny, delicate forms, marveling at the miracle of life.
Peter, Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr surrounded me, their eyes filled with joy and wonder. Each Spider-Man and Woman took turns holding Gabriel and Gabriella, their presence symbolizing the web of love and support that had brought us together.
"They're beautiful, (Y/n)," Gwen whispered, her voice filled with awe. "They're a testament to the strength and love within you."
Miles nodded in agreement, a smile playing at his lips. "They're going to grow up surrounded by heroes, by people who will love and protect them no matter what. We're family, (Y/n), and that bond extends to your little ones too."
Tears of joy streamed down my face as I held Gabriel and Gabriella for the first time, their warmth and innocence grounding me in the present moment. They were my legacy, a reflection of the love and strength that had carried me through the trials and tribulations of my journey.
In the days that followed, Peter, Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr continued to support me, offering assistance and guidance as I navigated the challenges of motherhood. Their presence became a constant in my life, a reminder that I had found a new family—one that was born not of blood, but of shared experiences and a bond forged in the fires of heroism.
As Gabriel and Gabriella grew, they thrived in the loving environment we had created. They were surrounded by heroes, individuals who embraced their unique abilities and taught them the values of courage, compassion, and resilience. The Spider-Men and Women became more than just mentors and friends—they became guardians, guiding Gabriel and Gabriella along the path of heroism should they choose to follow it.
In the months that followed, Gabriel and Gabriella would hear stories of their birth and the incredible support that had surrounded their entry into the world. They would grow up knowing the love and sacrifices their mother had made, and they would understand the significance of their names—their connection to strength and hope.
The sun dipped below the horizon as I swung through the city as Spider Sunny, my heart filled with a mix of exhilaration and purpose. Today had been a day like any other, with crime-fighting and protecting the innocent at the forefront of my mind. But as the night settled in, a sense of anticipation mingled with weariness, signaling the end of my duty as a hero for the day.
As I approached my home, exhaustion weighed heavily upon my shoulders, my muscles aching from the physical exertion and emotional toll of the day. Opening the front door, I stepped into the familiar embrace of my sanctuary, eager to shed the mantle of Spider Sunny and embrace the role of a mother.
But as I crossed the threshold, a chilling realization settled upon me like a dark cloud. Silence greeted me instead of the laughter and playful chatter of my children. Panic gripped my heart as I called out their names, their absence echoing through the empty rooms.
Frantically, I rushed through the house, searching every nook and cranny, hoping for a sign, a trace of where they might be. It was as if they had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only an eerie emptiness that threatened to consume me.
My heart pounded in my chest as I stumbled upon the babysitter, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Where are my children?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of desperation and anger.
"I... I don't know," she stammered, tears streaming down her face. "I put them to bed, just as you asked, and then... they were gone when I went to check on them."
Dread gripped my soul as I realized the magnitude of the situation. My children, my precious Gabriel and Gabriella, had been taken right from under my nose. Fear and anger surged through me, intertwining with a sense of guilt for not being there to protect them.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I dialed the emergency number, my voice barely above a whisper. "My children... they're missing. Please, help me find them."
The minutes that followed felt like an eternity, as I provided the authorities with every detail I could recall—their descriptions, their habits, anything that might aid in their search. All the while, the weight of guilt pressed upon me, a relentless reminder of my failure to keep them safe.
Days turned into weeks, and the search for Gabriel and Gabriella yielded no significant leads. Desperation clawed at the edges of my sanity as I delved deeper into the investigation, piecing together the fragments of information, hoping to unearth a clue that might lead me to their whereabouts.
The day started like any other, the sun casting its warm glow over the city as I swung through the streets as Spider Sunny. But the tranquility was shattered when Miles Morales, the Spider-Man from another dimension, appeared before me in a state of panic.
"(Y/n), I... I don't know how to say this, but something has gone terribly wrong," he gasped, his voice filled with urgency. "Miguel's A.I. Lyla has gone rogue, and it claimed that your children are anomalies that need to be eliminated."
My heart stopped, the words reverberating through my being like a thunderclap. Anomalies? My children, Gabriel and Gabriella? The very thought sent a chill down my spine.
"Miles, what are you saying?" I stammered, fear and confusion intermingling within me. "Where are my children? Are they safe?"
Miles took a deep breath, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Peter arrived and took them. He said it was his duty, that they had to protect your children from Lyla because she’s gone crazy.”
Shock washed over me, a maelstrom of emotions threatening to pull me under. My children were gone—torn from my embrace and thrust into a world beyond my reach. The gravity of the situation settled upon me, and I could feel the weight of grief and determination intertwine within my soul.
With a trembling voice, I whispered, "Miles, take me to Miguel. I need answers. I need to understand what's happening."
Miles nodded, his gaze filled with empathy. "I'm sorry, (Y/n), but Miguel's A.I. Lyla has shut down all communication with the outside world. We need to find another way to reach him, to uncover the truth behind this madness."
Together, Miles and I embarked on a mission—a desperate quest to find answers and reclaim what had been taken from me. The Spider-Verse shimmered around us, its vastness and complexity a reflection of the multiverse we traversed. Reality became fluid, shifting with each step we took, as we navigated the labyrinthine corridors of time and space.
As we delved deeper into the Spider-Verse, I could feel a change within me. The weight of loss and uncertainty transformed my very being, altering not only my perspective but also my appearance. No longer did I resemble the Spider Sunny I once was. Instead, I became Spider Stormy—a reflection of the opposite version of myself, a testament to the dichotomy within.
Miguel needed to be confronted. His A.I had been spreading lies about my children, labeling them as dangerous anomalies. But I knew the truth. My children were extraordinary, not dangerous, and I would not let him tarnish their reputation any longer.
"Stop, (Y/n)! You can't do this!" It was Lyla, Miguel's AI companion.
"But (Y/n), you don't understand! It's for your own good!" Lyla pleaded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and concern.
My gaze softened, understanding Lyla's intent, but my determination remained unyielding. "Lyla, these lies have gone on for too long.”
Lyla took a step closer, her voice trembling. "Please, reconsider.”
It was time to take matters into my own hands.
Lyla's eyes widened with a mix of worry and desperation. "Please, (Y/n), I'm just trying to protect you. There has to be another way."
Without waiting for her to respond, I turned away from Lyla and busted open the door to Miguel’s headquarters.
Miguel's surprised face met mine as he glanced at me, his expression shifting from confusion to guarded skepticism. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
I locked eyes with Miguel, my voice steady and unwavering. "I want the truth.”
I then turn my eyes to Lyla who had been nearby, “ I want you to stop spreading lies about my children."
It was like her personality did a whole 360; Lyla scoffed, her disbelief evident. "Your children? Those anomalies? They pose a threat to everyone around them!"
Anger surged through my veins, fueling the storm raging inside me. The room crackled with electricity as I summoned my newfound abilities. A flicker of lightning danced in my eyes, a manifestation of my resolve.
"I won't let you tarnish their names any longer," I declared, my voice crackling with the intensity of a thunderstorm. With a swift motion of my hand, a surge of energy surged forth, engulfing Lyla's AI systems. Sparks flew as her circuits fried, rendering her temporarily inert.
Miguel stumbled back, his face a mix of shock and fear. "What... What have you done?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
The room was suffused with tension, and I could feel his wary gaze on me. It was time to confront him about the lies Lyla had been spreading regarding my children.
"Miguel," I began, my voice firm but tinged with a mix of anger and disappointment. "I need to talk to you. It's about the things that’s been told about my..my children.”
Miguel's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he folded his arms across his chest. "So those two anomalies are yours? Very well, What about them? I've only been told the truth by Lyla…well up into you destroyed her.”
I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "No, Miguel, you haven't. The truth is that my children are not dangerous anomalies. They possess unique abilities, yes, but they are not a threat to anyone. They are just like any other children, children like Peters daughter Mayday, same her really and with extraordinary gifts."
Miguel's skepticism was evident as he raised an eyebrow. "Extraordinary gifts, you say? I find that hard to believe, especially considering the information I've been given."
A pang of frustration shot through me as I realized the depth of the deception that had been perpetrated against my family. I needed to explain the extent of it all to Miguel.
"Miguel, listen carefully. Lyla, has been altering my children's data in your database. She has been distorting their profiles, making them out to be more dangerous than they truly are. I discovered her actions recently through Miles, and that's why I'm here today."
Miguel's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of realization crossing his face. "Lyla? Are you saying she tampered with the information? But why?"
I shook my head, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and betrayal. "I don't know why she did it, but I won't let her tarnish my children's names any longer. I won't allow her lies to continue shaping people's perceptions."
Miguel leaned against the edge of his desk, his expression conflicted. "I trusted Lyla. I never thought she would do something like this. But why would she go to such lengths?"
I met his gaze, my voice steady but laced with determination. "I don't have all the answers yet, but I believe she acted out of fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of what my children's abilities could mean for the world. But fear shouldn't justify spreading falsehoods."
Silence settled between us, heavy with the weight of revelations and shattered trust. Miguel seemed lost in thought, his eyes distant. After a moment, he spoke, his voice laced with remorse. "I should have been more cautious, more vigilant. I let Lyla's influence cloud my judgment."
I stepped closer, a glimmer of hope rising within me. "Miguel, it's not too late to make things right.”
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Déja vu
Contains spoilers of Moonvale's 1st episode as well as angst, sadness, crying and nostalgia.
It has been weeks. Or even months? I don't know. I lost track of time, since the incident in the Ironsplinter Mines. Not a word from my friends from Duskwood since. Or ... From Jake.
I've tried to just go on with my life, go to work, meet with friends and family, try new hobbies. But I'm not the same person I was before Thomas texted me. And I'll never be. I don't feel complete anymore. I don't belong here anymore. Whenever my phone vibrates, whenever a random guy looks at me for more than five seconds, I think of him. I wish, it was him. I see clues in every corner, hear my name, although no one said it.
And then, I got this message. Didn't know the number, but it felt so familiar. It reminded me of how I was introduced to the Duskwood gang. But it wasn't someone from Duskwood. He introduced himself as Eric and said that he got my contact from his friend Adam, who called me shortly after and disappeared. Similar, yet very strange. I agreed to help and Eric introduced me to his friends. It felt strange, being in a new messenger group, with new people. They were as desperate as my friends from Duskwood and very nice to me, but I kept my distance. Memories flashed before my eyes, memories I had kept secure somewhere in a corner of my brain. Memories that hurt. But I stayed. I just couldn't leave them, while they were desperately searching for their friend. It felt like, I finally had a purpose again.
While wandering through the woods, looking for Adam, or at least a hint of his whereabouts, Eric flirted with me. I played along a bit. But all I could think of was him. And the stupid pamphlet of the Chinese restaurant around the corner, that hung on the door of my fridge. I kept it after having takeout. Because it reminded me of one of the first moments Jake dared to flirt with me.
And then... Ash contacted me.
She was a friend of Eric's and part of their gang. She asked me directly if I was involved in the Duskwood incident. I felt my stomach sink. I told her, briefly, what happened and why I didn't say anything. She reacted nicely, but I didn't dare to trust her too much. After we finished that conversation, I sat motionless on my bed. It had been the first time, that I had told someone about my experiences in Duskwood. A tear ran down my cheek.
That was when I got contacted by an unknown number. I wasn't sure what to make of their messages at first, but soon I realised, that Eric could be in danger. He'd been gone into an area they called the 'forbidden forest', which was surrounded by a fence with barbed wire. He managed to get away from whoever was with him, and found a cave. A cave that reminded me of the Ironsplinter Mines. And that was too much. The hope I had when that unknown number had appeared, the pressure, when, again, someone was in danger while being on the phone with me, and then the cave. That stupid cave!
I missed him. I missed him so much that it physically hurt. I opened the last conversation I had with Jake.
"I love you"
"I love you, too"
And then I sat there, sobbing and crying my heart out, clenching the phone against my chest. It vibrated.
"MC. I WILL FIND YOU"
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see.
You're everything I know, that makes me believe
I'm not alone.
Thanks for reading my first Duskwood fanfiction on tumblr. I hope you like it 🙂
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Revelations
[JJ Maybank × Reader]
summary: the one where jj maybank realizes what everyone has been saying this whole time.
pairing: jj maybank × fem!reader
word count: 1.9K
warnings/content: just a tiny bit of angst in the beginning; wholesome moments with the pogues; mentions of being in a boat? if that bothers you; slight misunderstanding; kiara playing cupid; soft JJ ™; some kissing; friends to lovers typa vibe.
A/N: this one's been sitting on my drafts for a while and I decided to post it. FORGIVE MY GRAMMAR, it hasn't been my strongest day I'm still grieving duskwood.
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You haven't been alright for a few days now. Some things happening at home that you had no control of but the blame still fell on you. And there was nothing you could do about it. But your mind wandered to the worst king of places. Except for when your friends were around. Then, your brain gave you a bit of a rest.
“Whatcha' thinking, huh?” Kiara nudged your shoulder playfully. You were on the HMS Pogue, smoking a joint to relax after class. The boys would meet you there soon.
Accepting the stick, you inhaled the substance slowly, closing your eyes. You wanted to forget every problem you had that day. But it was just so hard.
“If I did well on the math test.” You lied swiftly. You got that skill from your mother.
Kiara gave you a judgemental look, pulling the joint from your fingers as if that had been some kind of offense towards her.
“Right. Only you would be thinking about school stuff while we're out here away from that hell hole.”
You smiled sadly and leaned your cheek on her shoulder. “I'm so tired, Kie.” You said, letting out a sigh.
An arm wrapped around you gently, “You wanna take a nap on me? Just lay down.”
Not that kind of tired.
Although you did lay down. As soon as your head was on her lap you fell into a light slumber, with the sound of calm waves dancing in your ears.
It seemed you were that kind of tired, because when the boys arrived yelling profanities at each other like usual you didn't even acknowledged them.
JJ's grin only widened as he saw you were present. When his feet landed on the boat, he immediately went towards your sleeping frame.
Kiara mentioned for him to not bother you.
He rolled his eyes, crouching down next to you. “Hi, princess.” He said quietly, observing your calm features. He smoothed down the slightest crease in your forehead, careful not to wake you up. He knew things hadn't been great at home and therefore you should be enjoying every piece of peace you had. Leaving a longing kiss on your cheek, he stood up and moved closer to the boys again.
Pope was still staring at him when he approached them; a look being exchanged between him, Kiara and John B.
“What are you lookin' at?” JJ pushed, frowning at Pope's weird expression. He turned to his other best friend once he heard a laugh. “What's happening? Am I missing the joke here?”
Kiara mumbled something he couldn't hear and John B. made sure to keep laughing.
“You're in love with her. That's what's happening.” Pope said plainly, sitting down on the deck of the boat. “Can't even disguise it in the slightest.”
JJ scoffed at him in disbelief. Now it has just gotten to another level. The pogues mocked him about having a crush on you— alright. He even admitted it once. Because who wouldn't have a crush on you? Have they even taken a look at you? Kiara had a thing for you for a while, too. It wasn't that weird. You were friends. Friends could have crushes on each other. But being in love? Too much. Definitely.
JJ tried to convince himself that this wasn't his case. He wasn't that too far gone for you..... was he?
He looked at the other two to see if they shared the same thought on the matter. By their faces, they certainly did. God, what?!
“Shut the fuck up, Pope.” He snarled helplessly, frowning as he struggled to open the bear bottle.
“Wanna help with that, pretty thing?” You questioned, letting out a yawn due to just have woken up. That was a good nap, at least. JJ swallowed dry when you came closer and pulled the bear away from his hands.
Well, he might as well be too far gone. There was no way no one wouldn't fall for your little actions or your spontaneous way of be.
Hooked on the top of your jeans laid a keychain with a tin opener. You have gained it from him a while ago and that never left your clothes whenever you went to. It was always helpful, somehow. Which was the only reason you carried it with you, not because it reminded you of JJ, of course. “There. You still suck at opening those, by the way.” You mocked, poking his sunburned cheek as you walked towards Pope and sat beside him on the deck to watch the sunset.
“Close your mouth, you don't want to catch flies.” John B. said to him, chugging down his beer as he jumped to the conductor's area of the boat.
“Hey, lover boy.” Kiara greeted as JJ rested by her side. He groaned in response. “You should say something to her.”
JJ stared at her as if she was crazy, “What? And what should I say exactly, Kie? All of you took that crappy weed from last time, didn't you? Cause it only could be it. Not in love with anyone here.”
Kiara shrugged; she kind of expected the denial coming from him. Just like it came from her. “Sure. There's just some things you can't change, JJ.”
He gave her a sideways glance.
“Like the things she tells only you. Not even me. You know how many secrets she kept from me just this week? Oh, at least a thousand.” Kiara huffed out a laugh, leaning back on the body of the boat to feel the sun on her skin. “But I just know she's told you everything and I don't even have to ask. It's just by looking at you guys to see. You share something that... Well, friends don't share that something.”
The blond boy almost spit out his drink, “We're not macking on each other, Kiara.” He hissed, eyeing the deck to see if you or Pope had listened to anything. No. Your head was resting against Pope's shoulder and his cheek on the top of your head. Something in JJ's chest pinched.
“I know you're not.” She rolled her eyes. “But don't you want to?” Kiara didn't need his answer to know it.
That got him by surprise and he averted his blue eyes elsewhere, sipping on the bottle to prevent from answering.
Kiara smirked. “You sly motherfucker!” She kicked his knee to force him to look at her. “Just act on it, JJ. What's wrong with you? So straightforward usually.”
He watched the pair on the front of the boat once again before shaking his head. He wouldn't deny it anymore. At least not to Kie. She was pretty high, he noticed. She would forget this conversation by tomorrow morning.
“It's different.” I've-never-felt-this before-different. Jesus, what was that, a fucking fairytale? He might as well gain wings now. “She's not interested anyway.”
“Don't be crazy.”
“Look at that,” JJ lifted Kiara's chin in yours and Pope's direction. You were talking quietly about something, probably a new formula to save the world from a still-not-found-disease. “Tell me how I have a chance, Kie.” He averted his attention towards the sea.
Kiara slapped his thigh, which made him let out a sound of pain. When he looked at her to ask what on earth was that, she had a wavering finger pointed to him. JJ narrowed his eyes at her trying to be serious while clearly being high.
“They're like siblings, you idiot. How can you even...” She trailed off, shaking her head. “She doesn't like him like that either.”
JJ perked up at that, “What do you mean?”
Kiara waved him off and went back laying down on the wooden bench.
“Kie,” He frowned. “Kie.” He whined, nudging her leg. “What do you mean?”
Kiara didn't wake up for a while, and it wasn't long until you were alone on the deck, enjoying the sunlight in your body. Your feet hanging out of the boat. You loved that feeling of freedom. This environment was the perfect distraction you needed from home.
“Hi,” You felt something being pressed against your head and opened your eyes. JJ had sat right beside you, one leg crossed over as the other hung out of the boat just like yours. His hair was a bit wild because of the wind and the missing hat that usually held it back in place.
You adjusted his cap on your head, making a salute gesture to him.
“Hello, pretty thing. How are you?” You asked the blond, turning your body slightly towards him. Almost subconsciously, that was what always happened.
“I'm in paradise,” JJ exclaimed, pointing to their surroundings with his head.“...so I'm great, princess. You?”
You grinned at his response, “Same as you, baby.” You took the liberty to slide closer to the boy, pulling your legs over his. JJ leaned back, fingers grazing your tight softly as he looked at the horizon.
Every time your attention would drift to the same place: his eyes. It was unconscious, you'd caught yourself studying his bright blue orbs which were so full of emotion and always glinted with something. You loved JJ Maybank's eyes. Mostly because they revealed everything about him.
JJ could feel his side profile burn and he turned to you, who quickly looked away with a scrunch of your nose. You were embarrassed that he caught you staring.
His grin widened and he leaned down closer to you “Like what you see, princess?”
“You had an eyelash on your cheek...”
“Oh, did I?” He pretended to be impressed, “Take it out then. Let's make a wish together.”
You rolled your eyes heavily, pushing him playfully. “I wish for you to shut the hell up, Maybank.”
“But you love my voice.” He pouted, tilting his head and causing light blonde strands to fell in his eyes. You shook your head with a small smile.
You raised your fingers, brushing his locks back carefully. “I do love it, but that doesn't make you any less annoying.”
A smirk grew on his lips as he leaned on your touch slightly, “Mhm.”
“JJ,” You whispered, drawing his nose with your pointer finger until it reached his mouth. “Can I ask you something?”
His heart skipped a beat.
“Sure.”
You straightened your back to be able to reach him better, hands finding their way to the nape of his neck. Your body moved on its own now.
“If I kissed you now... What would you do?”
“You have to ask?” He croaked out, eyes not leaving your lips in a daze.
Smiling, you finally closed any line of space you had between you two. His lips were soft against yours, moving in a slow rhythm. He tasted like mint and cheap bear. And the feeling of his hands on your neck, pulling you closer, made your stomach do little flips.
Whistles and yelling took you out of your moment, causing you to split apart against your will for simple curiosity. You shouldn't have.
Behind you was John B. and Kiara laughing like crazy, tinting their bear bottles, as a disappointed Pope passed the money to them. He was still smiling a little.
“They made a bet on us, didn't they?” You asked, turning back to JJ and burying your face in his neck. His chest vibrated in a chuckle as his arms embraced you slowly, he wanted to feel closer. Your body warmth soon matched his.
“Yeah, princess.” He left a kiss on exposed neck, causing you to shiver slightly. “They so did a bet on us.”
After a while he yelled back to the three, “And we want half of it!”
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Duskwood FF Masterlist.
Who I am now? - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20. - finished.
Genre: Angst, comedy, dark romance.
18+ rating. Contains a lot of swearing, bad trauma episodes, contains 18+ content, claustrophobia content, angst scenes, etc...
Never The Same. - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18. - finished.
Genre: Angst, dark.
18+ rating. Contains a lot of swearing, smut, violence, bad trauma episodes, etc...
All of me. - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26. - finished.
Genre: Angst, fluff, dark romance.
16+ rating. Contains a lot of mature topics, bipolar personalities, violence, swearing, etc...
One-shots.
Wild night.
Genre: Dark romance, JakexMc
The mission.
Genre: JakexMc, romance, angst.
Drawings.
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As It Was
June 6 2022
11:58 PM
I had just received the message from Michael.
“Come to Duskwood”
To the others, this was just a mere trap but, I thought the opposite.
Everybody, Jessy, Dan, Cleo, Thomas, Lilly, and Jake was against me coming, I didn’t listen.
“I”
“I can’t lose you.”
“You’re all”
“ALL that matters.”
The moment Jake sent his message, I was already in my car. I wanted to say i’m sorry. I wanted to bid them goodbye if this really was the end of my journey called life.
I shed tears on my drive to the waterfall. My heart was pounding, it was deafening. I was shaking, my shoulders, my hands. My heart was sinking as reality hit me.
I could be stolen a life right here, but it wouldn’t be in vain right? I would save the libes of two people in return for mine.
I tried smiling but it came out stilted. I couldn’t deny that I was nervous. God, more than nervous.
Any miracles coming in my future can you send them to my present?
I got out of my car and walked in the woods. I always told the others to not go in the forest, but now, here I am. What a hypocrite.
I heard the waterfall. It would’ve been a tranquil sound but considering the situation, it’s anything but tranquil.
In mere minutes, I was facing the waterfall. The moonlight reflecting on the ripples of water the current was causing.
Then. something in the corner of my eye. I saw him. His reflection on the water. With his damn mask.
I can hear Hannah, her muffled cries. But, no sign of Richy.
I turned to Micheal, looking at him with a stone-hard glare.
Micheal instantly pushed Hannah to me. She was shaking and crying. She was terrified of him.
“Where’s Richy?” I said, no. I shouted at him.
Micheal looked down, staring at his own shoes.
Then, seconds later, he took off his mask.
My jaw dropped.
No.
No.
It can’t be him. It shouldn’t be him!
My throat closed, I wasn’t able to speak. Hannah looked at him, terrified than before.
Richy. Why? Fucking hell, why?!
You… You told me that you felt bad that I was getting those calls but, all along you were behind those? You attacked Jessy! You threatened Cleo!
The Richy I know wouldn’t do that. Maybe, I never really knew Richy like I thought I did.
He looked apologetic, his eyes bright with unshed tears.
“Hannah… run.” I said to Hannah, while still locking eyes with the culprit.
“What?” She asked, her breath shaking.
I gave her my car keys and nodded at her.
“Just go in a straight direction, you’ll find the car.”
“I… I can’t leave you here.” She said stuttering slightly.
I smiled, a fake one, “I’ll manage.”
She nodded back and mouthed a thank you before dashing to the direction of my car.
We were alone.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know if I can believe you.”
He nodded in solemn acknowledgement.
“I can explain everything. Please, just listen.”
And I did, I listened.
He told me the whole story. How Hannah and Amy got involved, and how he got involved. He told me that he didn’t mean for it to escalate to this extent, he told me he didn’t want this. I almost felt sorry for him, almost.
“Turn yourself in.” I said, looking at him with a broken glance.
“I will.” He assured me.
“Everybody misses you, you know? Everybody’s worried.” I looked at him with wide eyes. I was frustrated with him, and I felt devastated.
“I’m sorry.” He repeated. I shook my head.
I walked towards him. I always thought I’d see him in much more different and happier circumstances but, I don't think I can hope for that anymore.
I was mere feet away from him. His eyes were red and he had dark circles. I grabbed both of his hands.
“Come with me, Richy. Please, let’s go to the station.” I said, chillingly obvious that I was holding back tears.
Richy hugged me. I hugged him back, tentatively.
“How could you manage to be this kind even after knowing what I’ve done?” He cried.
I couldn’t answer. How could I manage that?
We stayed like that for a while and after a few minutes, Richy pulled back.
“Let’s go to the station.”
I smiled.
He lead me to his car and I convinced him to let me drive and that he should rest even if it was just for a short while. He agreed, and he slept in the backseat. I looked at his sleeping figure through the rear mirror of the car, he looked peaceful sleeping and I smiled at the sight.
It was still… strange. It was strange to call Richy the culprit, even just thinking about it, it makes me feel perturbed. My heart sank at the thought of telling the others. I was reaching my breaking point - no - I already reached it, when Richy died. I think... I’m just getting tired of hiding it.
I rolled down the car window to feel the cold night breeze on my face. The breeze brought me a small semblance of comfort. When I decided to involve myself in Hannah's case, I didn't anticipate it to lead to all of this. We managed to solve three unsolved cases. Can I go back to my normal, everyday life? No, I can't.
“I can’t go back to as it was, no body can.” I chuckled, bitterly.
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An Arsonist’s Anguish
Richy’s Lament - A Duskwood One Shot
A dark, angsty exploration into Richy’s character as he sets the stage for his death. There is no happy ending. Just some hope that another soul made it out of the mine as it burns. Crossposted on Ao3.
Trigger Warnings are below the line. Please check them.
TW: Suicide, Self Hatred, Hallucinations, and thoughts/descriptions of Death. Read at your own risk. I tried not to be too graphic, but you will know what’s happening.
Richy would never see the sun rise again.
The ghosts of all the beautiful things he killed to protect his secrets haunted his dragging, stumbling steps as he traversed the mine and ignored the cameras he installed. Gasoline poured and splashed from the canister he held as he wove through tunnels and gritted his teeth against the pain in his arm.
It was nothing compared to the emotional torture he felt inside. His thoughts were a tempest raging with the violence of a cyclone. Every destructive gust ripped through the fragile edifices of his grip on reality.
Within the labyrinth of his mind, self-loathing chewed on his soul like a pack of feral beasts tearing at the tender flesh of their fallen prey. Each bite drew forth burgundy rivers of desolation, self-condemnation, and unyielding fury. Blending with the physical aches until he couldn’t tell them apart
His arm throbbed as he ignored the yelling in his mind. Fucking Dan. Dan, who gave him a gun?! Oh, what an idiot! He scuppered all Richy’s plans and left him scrambling to end it before anyone else got hurt. Ensure nothing remains but ash.
Rivers of cold sweat streamed down his grey face as he held his injured arm over his stomach so he wouldn’t bang it into the rough wall. He wanted to punch the stone to take his mind off it. The bottle of pain meds he stole from his mother rattled in his pocket, but he couldn’t risk taking them yet.
His breathing roasted his throat, but his entire body shivered as though an icy glacier engulfed him. The persistent tremble in his body intensified with every labored step.
The combined weight of his physical and emotional agony was an anchor on his back, dragging his broken spirit beneath tumultuous waves, where the agony of drowning and being hammered from all sides echoed through the depths of himself.
It didn’t feel like any of it was unfair. The thirst was the worst thing. He kept smacking his lips together, attempting to inspire some moisture, but his tongue remained bone dry and coated in the remnants of bitter blood rust.
The blood he’d lost stained his skin and the stone as it dripped through the filthy dressing he tried and failed to use as a tourniquet. Everything felt like it happened to someone else. Something otherworldly piloted his body from the inside.
Like some demon possessed him, guiding him down depraved, treacherous paths, and the priest hadn’t arrived in time to exorcise him.
And he’d done it to himself. Every choice he’d made since kidnapping Hannah, it had felt like suicide in slow motion.
He marooned himself on an island surrounded by vipers of his own creation.
Now, the only option to set himself free was fire. It would hurt, he thought, and his stomach wrenched to the side, almost splitting in two as he dreaded it so strongly.
And death. There was a liberating freedom in death. A broken sob tore through his clenched teeth as he thought of Jessy, the emotions he harbored for her, and everything he had never deserved to have with her.
She was a shot of adrenaline after years of lethargy.
So many of his favorite memories revolved around her and their silly inside jokes. He’d used his closeness to her to torment and stalk her. Terrorized her and her friends. She would never forgive him. Her smiling face, her flaming hair, and desire for a life of adventure had made his miserable existence worth living.
She would forget him one day, but never forgive him. He was a coward. An idiot. He’d let them all believe a masked myth was chasing them.
The only masked freak after them was their own friend.
His megawatt smile, stupid jokes, and constant upbeat attitude despite the shitstorm life rained on him had been the heaviest disguise of his brief life. They’d all bought it.
Hook, line, and fucking sinker. None thought to check beneath that smile. Now, it had twisted and transformed into a permanent snarl. If they paid attention, they would have found the rot and ruin underneath his cheerful demeanor. None of his friends had stopped to think about just how stressed he was. How much he had to carry for his family and Hannah—screw her. She was party to his worst decision.
She caused it.
Her wanting to sacrifice herself, him, and Amy to clear her conscience, betrayal. Betrayal was a dagger Hannah concealed in a cloak of mutual trust and unspoken promises to take their secrets to the grave. That blade had appeared suddenly and without warning, piercing the walls of his shriveled heart.
Half of him wished he’d killed her while he’d had her under his control. End the threat, leave her body to decompose in the mine.
No one came here. He’d made sure of it. Everything might—well, it was too late now. She was safe in the hands of Alan Bloomgate. Hannah, perfect, beautiful fucking Hannah.
He hated her. He blamed Hannah. But it was Amy who he blamed the most. Richy blamed everyone but himself for too long. He knew that. And now he would pay the price for it.
He’d already staged his death. Now he just had to commit.
The cloying scent of gasoline infiltrated his nose, thickening in his raw throat, and the empty metal cannister fell from his weak fingers. The thunderous clanging as it bounced and came to a stop worsened the headache he’d had for the last few weeks.
It pounded in time with his thudding heart. Each pulse pushed yet more blood out of the wound in his heavy, aching arm. It tingled and sparked with fiery pain with every paranoid twitch as he glanced behind him, sure he heard footsteps chasing him down.
He gave himself a shake when only his shadow approached. It looked much bigger to him now. Sinister and spreading to encompass the entirety of him.
It had taken him over long ago, and at last, he accepted it. It was too late to beat it back. He’d embraced it. Its hug was gelid and dragged him down, down, down. The shadow had always been in him; his choices had brought it to life, and it was time to eliminate it so it wouldn’t harm anyone else.
If his last victim was to be himself, it would end on his terms.
His last words had been a confession and an apology. To Jessy, and his friends, to the unwitting stranger he’d dragged into this mess, and to himself. His conscience was far from clear, and his reckoning awaited him amongst the flames he would soon ignite.
The cave in which he’d chosen as his tomb would remain safe from the flames, but the poison smoke would choke him. An intangible noose, as he couldn’t bring himself to tie a rope. He shuffled inside and loosed a long breath that felt more like a death rattle.
His stinging eyes couldn’t penetrate the blackness encroaching him on all sides as he reached into his jacket pocket with his good hand, and pulled out the zippo lighter he’d stuffed inside days before. He’d always suspected.
Deep inside, Richy had expected that this was how it ended. The cold silver metal warmed a little in his clammy hand as his thumb stroked over the Garage’s logo and wished he had said goodbye to his parents before he gave himself to the fire.
It was best they learned with the world. His suicide letter would speak for him and he prayed it would ensure his family didn’t suffer for his actions.
Naïveté had always been his downfall.
Before he set his ultimate act into motion, Richy took his phone out of his jean pocket and flicked the flashlight on. The bright beam of white light assaulted his eyes and created a flurry of moving shadows. The skittering of tiny claws on loose stone racing away from him painted a cruel smirk on his mouth as he cast the light around the small cavern and found what he was looking for.
A grubby black backpack sat against the grey rock wall, covered in dirt, blood, and guilt as he scuttled over to it. He unzipped it and pulled out the almost empty bottle of water he’d been rationing for days.
After fishing the bottle of medication out of his pocket, he struggled to open them both, and cried out as his jerky movements irritated his wounded arm. It took five very long minutes to get the pills out. The light from his phone shuddered as he set it down to count the pills.
He’d chosen the strongest ones his mother had. One knocked her out for half a day, and he wanted to numb himself as much as he could before the smoke smothered or flames devoured him. They were heavy on his tongue as he tossed back a fistful of the chalky tablets and chased them down with the last of his precious water.
For a moment, they got lodged in his throat, his mouth flooded with saliva and his eyes prickled with fresh tears.
He couldn’t even kill himself right. Everything he did just failed in spectacular fashion.
He was a monster of his own making, and only he could slay it. He swallowed, compulsive and dry, ignoring the hot flashes creeping up his neck as the painkillers scraped down his throat and into his hollow stomach.
Richy dropped to his knees and crawled over to the wall, and slumped back onto it. Paper crinkled in his inside coat pocket as he shifted to get comfortable. He had about an hour before the full effects of the medication set in. He would light the fire once the gnawing, eroding ache in his chest and arm dulled.
Until then, he sat with his thoughts, his splintering sanity, and cursed himself. Cursed Duskwood and the predator the town had forced him to transfigure himself into.
The weight of hopelessness hung around Richy’s neck like a noose pulled tight, squeezing the light of life from his eyes.
It was a suffocating darkness that swallowed him whole, leaving nothing but the biting tang of despair on his tongue. Each breath felt like inhaling shards of broken glass, cutting deeper with every huffing exhale.
The silence that echoed in his soul was a relentless scream, a haunting, deafening reminder of the emptiness that consumed him.
“I should’ve told someone,” Richy said in a whisper.
The words bounced softly off the rock, a harmony of regret.
He twitched as it fell silent, mouth furling and eyes glazing over as he listened to the racket in his head.
All you had to do was hand yourself in. You could have avoided all of this.
What do you think will happen to your family? They’ll live happily ever after in the town you terrorized?
Do you honestly think your pathetic letter will save them?
The slippery voice of his own darkness broke into a baleful laugh. It made the hair in his nape rise and stand stiff. He shuddered, thrashing his head and gritting his teeth until they squeaked.
“I tried. I always tried. But I’m a failure. I’ve always been a failure. I can make it right. It’s the only way.” He muttered as the disembodied voice agreed.
Make it right? Ha! You think you can wash away the stain of your idiocy?
You’re tainted.
Forever marked by your wrong choices, Richy.
Redemption? You make me laugh.
Redemption is a fairytale, a delusion you’re desperately clinging to.
It is so far beyond your reach…
Richy’s voice was a growl as he said, “No, redemption isn’t my goal. I can’t undo the damage I’ve caused, but I can end it before anyone else gets hurt. I can make sure the world knows it was me.”
The derisive laughter of his demons chafed at his skull as if their talons were scratching their unspeakable names into the bone.
You’re a lost cause. A testament to all your failures.
Each step you take is a step closer to the abyss of self condemnation.
There’s no way out.
Your sacrifice won’t save your soul.
“I accept that!” Richy roared, spittle flying from his chapped lips as he panted like a wounded beast.
“My death might be the only way to atone for all I’ve done. I don’t care what comes after that. But my family won’t suffer because of me. Not any more.”
The voice in his head made a sound of agreement before it crooned his worst fears.
Yes, your death is the ultimate penance.
Your final act of contrition for the havoc you’ve so selfishly wrought.
Then again, have you considered the aftermath?
Your family will endure your actions. Long after you’re gone. Their suffering will echo until they, too, shuffle off the mortal coil.
Searing fiery agony ripped through Richy’s heart. It felt as though someone had taken a knife, heated it up over a fire until it glowed red hot, and then plunged it into his chest. The scent of burned flesh and molten iron filled his nose. The sensation felt so real to him.
His hand clawed at his jacket over his pounding heart, as if to pull the blade free, but his fingers met only dirty fabric.
“They won’t! They won’t! They won’t! I’ve made sure of it. This isn’t their burden to bear!” He yelled, voice laced with an anguish that made his body convulse as rivulets of salt descended his bared teeth.
Helplessness stole over him as his demons taunted and chuckled in a scornful manner.
You should have thought about that before you started donning the guise of an ancient legend.
Idiot.
Weak.
Pathetic!
Your existence is a festering wound that poisons all in your vicinity.
Embrace the fire.
Let it cleanse all the filth you’ve spread.
But just know, your family will bear the scars of your choices, as they’re carved into their souls for eternity.
Richy sobbed through the agonising sensation weaving through his internal organs. He felt as though someone was weaving his internal organs together with a blunt needle, and they had deliberately coated the thread in salt to prolong his suffering. The increasing pressure in his head demanded an outlet as well.
Everything ached, it bled, and it tore him apart. He was so tired. So tired of trying.
This mine, this town, and all it had demanded of him, he was done with it all. He wanted it to burn. His desire was for them all to suffer, just as he had for a decade. He hadn’t dug just one grave that night. No, there had been one accident and four graves waiting for them. They’d just seen theirs too late.
The forest had never forgotten them, though. It had been patient.
That night with Hannah and Amy, it had never ended. It was a living nightmare he had no way out of. Their deaths had simply waited for them to catch up, and even if Hannah could find it in her to exist after all he’d done, he knew she’d died alongside Jennifer and the rest of them.
Ghosts. That’s what they were. He saw it now. There was no point in trying to hold it off anymore.
It was as if the pressure in his head imploded with that thought.
He wasn’t fully aware of his surroundings as his mind fragmented and warped, and his tenuous hold on reality slipped from his grasp.
The cave dissolved in his vision. Something at the very core of himself disintegrated with it.
He was somewhere else. Somewhere he had long tried to forget.
It was ten years ago.
Amy was there. As was Hannah.
He held a muddied shovel. The surrounding forest smelled like home, but his blood had turned cold. Jennifer’s lifeless body lay broken and bloodied, the remnants of shock still painted across her lovely features.
Her hair lay in a sanguine halo around her head as Richy set down the shovel, and silently, the trio worked to lift the woman.
Hannah’s sobs blended with his labored breathing, sweat drip, drip, dripped down his sore neck. He’d wanted to report it to the police. Tried to convince them to do so anonymously. But Hannah, in her fright, had convinced him they’d be signing their death warrants.
His family would suffer. It was he who gave her the keys to a client’s car. It was due to be scrapped, yes, but that didn’t make it better. Everyone would boycott his dad’s Garage and now that mom was growing worse, the sickness in her invading her mind, he knew they needed that income more than ever.
All they could do was hide the body, agree never to speak of this night, and give the greatest performances of their lives to ensure no one ever suspected them once word of Jennifer’s vanishing spread through Duskwood. He felt like something inside him was dying.
His throat tightened, mouth flooding with saliva as the urge to vomit overtook his senses. Heat crawled through him as he swallowed a mouthful of acidic bile and looked heavenward as they shuffled to stand at the edge of the crudely dug grave.
The stars overhead mocked them as the foliage and freshly overturned earth disguised the metallic scent of spilled blood and their sour shared guilt.
“Are you sure you can live with this?” He asked as they hesitated to drop Jennifer into the ground.
Amy chewed on her bottom lip, blood staining her teeth she’d bitten so hard, and her leaking eyes wouldn’t settle on anything as she gave a single jerky nod. Richy’s stomach sank, but he turned his gaze to Hannah.
His friend’s grief mottled face would haunt him forever as she said, “What other choice do we have?”
That answer inspired zero confidence, but Richy accepted it as an affirmation, and said, “Okay, on three—1, 2, 3!”
With a slight swing and a wobble, they released their hold on Jennifer and all three screwed their eyes shut as she hit the bottom of the hole with a sickening crunch.
Amy fell to her knees, her shaking hands gripping the loose mud ringing the unmarked grave as she sobbed uncontrollably. Richy could hardly stand to watch her, and was glad when Hannah, who was crying freely herself, hauled her away.
He nodded once as Hannah and Amy embraced, clinging to one another, wordless apologies pouring from them both as Richy retrieved his shovel.
He felt like they were being watched. Paranoia snaked through his mind like a weed he knew would grow out of control. All he could do was start refilling the grave.
The soft sound of metal scooping up damp earth seemed to ring through the forest as he internally shut down. All his emotions, he forced them aside. He locked them in a cage made of lead and lined with explosives. Life would never be the same.
Life would be a method actors dream after this. He knew this would change them at a molecular level and none of them could breathe a word of it once they left this cursed forest.
Richy took the last deep breath he’d ever experience and watched expressionlessly as the earth rained down on Jennifer. The pattering noise reminded him of rain, of tears. Amy cried harder while he diligently worked to cover up their mistakes.
Hannah watched, her mouth open in a silent scream.
Wetness trickled down his cheeks as he slowly returned to the present.
Hannah’s face floated across his vision as the scene fully dissipated, and he found himself back in the cave. Stale air replaced the aroma of the night dark forest, and a thin haze hung over his eyes as a euphoric rush raced through his bloodstream.
He felt as if he was floating and drowning in a sea of deliriousness.
The medication had kicked in. His legs were leaden as his head lolled on his neck as if on a swivel, and there was an odd sensation in his nose, like the smell of a roaring fire, but none had been lit. The bullet wound in his arm still griped. Infection had set in, he thought.
Only death would cure it. The meds would ease his passing.
A synthetic fatigue draped him like a cloak as he blinked blearily at the dancing shadows creeping nearer. His mouth turned so dry his tongue curdled in his mouth, and his breathing grew shallower as the painkillers burned through the aches in his body. Not long now, his mosaic mind kept jumping between the past and present, footsteps and disembodied voices whispered so close and real that he answered one.
“I should have turned myself in, I know.”
“At least we agree on something. ”
A female said. His suddenly too heavy head swung around to find the source, his sluggish heart raced faster and faster as the voice sounded like Jessy’s.
“Jess? Remember the fish? The names I made up? If I could—No—I’m so fucking sorry...” He said. He spoke with a voice threaded with deepest despondency.
“The fish were just another lie. All of it was. Your life ended the night Jennifer did. Was any of it real after that? Anything you said, did you mean any of it?”
His shrunken heart broke irrevocably, the agony radiated through his chest, and filled him with a coldness that would soon embrace all of him.
“I didn’t mean—please—I’m ready to pay for it. No one else will hurt because of me.” He swore vehemently.
Jessy’s spectral laugh, derisive and humorless, taunted him.
“We will hurt. It won’t go away. Your actions caused wounds that will scar us forever. Death is your relief. Living with what you did to us is our grief. Goodbye, Richy.”
Richy cried silently as her voice faded and the full effects of the painkillers turned his bones to jelly. He had to light the fire before he passed out. A coffin was his only way out of this cursed place.
Bracing a hand on the knobby wall, he gradually rose to his feet as rock crumbled under his fingers, and rained to the dusty ground, sweat on his palm mixed with the dirt as he tottered toward the entrance. He thumbed the Zippo open as he panted, jaw clenched and eyes stinging with slaking tears.
Petrol permeated the air. He breathed it in as he flicked the lighter and swayed on weak knees as the tiny flame ignited. In the dim, damp recesses of the mine, shadows waltzed like specters as Richy, face obscured by the glow of the lighter and shadow, dropped the flame with a snap of his wrist into the pool of gasoline.
Flame surged away from him, hissing along in a serpentine trail until it morphed into a living beast starved and hungry for destruction. He stumbled back. The heat was a physical blow as it sucked out the oxygen, and he trembled like a newborn fawn as he dropped to his knees and stared and stared and stared.
Amidst the cavernous depths of the mine, the candescent light of the furious fire cast a macabre ballet of shadows upon the rough-hewn walls, a surreal tableau of light and darkness. Tendrils of flame licked and lapped at the stone, awakening ember-tinged echoes that wavered and flashed like phantoms in the subterranean gloom.
Billowing smoke, an ash ridden shroud, coiled sinuously through the labyrinthine passages. The evidence he had doused in gasoline would soon catch fire. Relief glittered through him at the thought. An acrid perfume of burning wood and charred earth mingled with the metallic scent of ancient minerals, an otherworldly aroma that lingered in his lungs and clung to all his senses.
There was no going back now. Every breath was slower than the last. It felt like he was inhaling lava as the heat singed the soft tissue and hair in his nose.
His weighty eyelids sat at half mast. The tunnel walls seemed to exhale, releasing murmurs of long buried secrets, as if the very mine itself sought to voice its resignation to the all-consuming blaze. Mirroring his own easing turmoil as he shut down the instinct to flee and welcomed the darkness speckling the edges of his vision.
His lungs were burning as he struggled for air, and it felt like there was a boulder sitting on his chest, keeping them from inflating and grinding his bones down.
The feeling went out of his legs as his hands turned to claws and raked down his neck, leaving scarlet trails of pain scoring his constricting throat.
His world flipped sideways as he collapsed and his head cracked off the rubble strewn ground, but he no longer felt any pain. The roar of the fire, the slowing beat of his heart, and the stones poking into his tear-streaked face were all he knew.
As Richy’s weary eyes teetered on the edge of closure for the last time, a bizarre scene unfolded within the tumult of his fading consciousness.
The nerves in his hands spasmed and his fingers twitched, filthy nails scratching at the dirt to distract himself as he resisted the urge to fight for his life.
No, it had to end like this. If Hell was real, it was best he got used to it.
Freezing panic blasted through him like a blizzard as his blurred eyes caught sight of something that didn’t belong.
Through the shimmering haze of smoke and heat, a figure emerged from a tunnel he hadn’t thought to include in his fiery last act. His heart tried to beat faster as fear spread its icy fingers through his body. The person appeared cloaked in a shivering orange glow and erratic shadows.
Masked and foreboding, the phantom figure raced away without noticing Richy. And lost in the fractured fabric of his perception, Richy could not see who or what it was. If it was a real person, they might’ve tried to drag him out. This would all be for naught. For once, his horrendous luck benefited him.
As it was, the panicked footsteps bolted away from him, barely heard over the howling fire, and vanished into the tumult of smoke.
He hoped they made it out. It hadn’t occurred to him he might take another’s life with him. Just another mistake. Another tally on his list of sins committed. His choices lay before him like an intricately woven tapestry, each thread a testament to the wrong turns and paths he tread, yielding a disturbing, wretched pattern he wished he could unravel and weave anew.
His trembling gaze soon faltered as the slithering smoke filled his lungs, gasping for air that no longer existed as he spluttered and coughed. With every shallow inhale, the world blurred and distorted. Black spots burst like maleficent fireworks in his eyes, shutting down his fleeting thoughts of crawling to safety.
A cacophony of wheezes and whines slipping from his open mouth faded into a distant echo, as his eyelids, heavy with surrender, fluttered closed. He gave himself over to the exhaustion eating him alive from the inside.
The world outside ceased to matter as an alleviating darkness enveloped his mind. His tiny exhales were little more than puffs of air. A whispered farewell to all those he was leaving behind.
Richy had fallen quiet, but the fire raged on, growing stronger as it feasted on wood, and hastily packed boxes, and the papers inside them. His legacy of ash and blood.
In the letter he left for his parents, he had assumed all guilt and taken the lion's share of the responsibility for Jennifer’s death, and his actions after. Hannah, he thought she had suffered enough, and whatever punishment she received, he didn’t want it to ruin her more. Death was his toll to pay, his lethal reputation would exist long after him and pay for the rest of it. He only hoped his parents could move on from this.
They wouldn’t see him again, not until the funeral. It was over. The corrosive effects of his choices had eaten away at everything good in him.
There was nothing left to salvage from his wreckage.
He tried. And he failed. This time, he finally succeeded in something. The complete demolition of him. A tear slipped through his lashes, warm and soft as it fell to the mucky ground.
It was the last. No more fell.
Death came quietly for him, as silent as a falling leaf drifting into a pile of its fallen friends. His chest stuttered as tentacles of smoke wreathed around him like funeral wrappings, falling as still as the rock he lay atop.
Death finally slayed Richy Rogers’ demons, and no one heard their screams.
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I have never been so nervous about something I’ve written. I hope that you—I can’t say enjoyed 🙈 but I hope your time wasn’t wasted. Thank you for reading, if you made it this far.
This is in no way meant to glamorise mental illness or anything like that. That is not my intention. I have been where Richy was in this story, I didn’t kidnap or help bury anyone, but I’ve dealt with depression/anxiety all my life. I’ve dealt with suicidal thoughts. There is nothing glamorous about it. This is just a fictional character study to explore his mind and emotions at the end of the game. If you are struggling, please reach out to anyone you trust. Or a stranger, if that works better. Share the burden. You don’t have to suffer alone. It can get better. I promise. I wouldn’t be here if it didn’t ❤️🫂
Thank you ❤️
And the “masked figure,” that was Jake from this story, The Ending You Deserve. Just a little Easter egg for anyone who read that 🤭❤️
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JakexMC
Dark Paradise / Jake's life 3 years after Hannah was found.
World where we don't collide / MC's therapy after 5 years since Hannah was found
Without you / Richy's funeral and how MC is coping after the mine fire.
Memories / After receiving an invitation to Hannah and Thomas' wedding, MC tries to get back to her life, but the demons of her past catch up with her faster than she could have expected.
Another Love: this fanfiction will tackle heavy topics such as mental health and violence. there will be sex scenes.
Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
L.E.S. (smut)
I wanna be yours (smut)
Shameless (smut)
Fourth of July
Favorite crime MWAF!JakexMC
Together
Silence
In the stars
Nobody but us
Lost without you
🔵 - angst, sad
🟠 - fluff
🔴 - mature
Other Duskwood characters:
Partners in crime (HannahxMC)
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Evanescent
(She was the evanescent of his life— there and gone.)
Pairing: Jake x Mc
Genre: Romance, angst.
Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
(Status: Finished 🤍)
(Warning: Smut 18+, mentions of death, suicide, substance, etc.)
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Evanescent Sequel
Paring: Jake x Mc
Genre: Romance, angst.
Teaser
Parts: 1 2 3 4.1 4.2 5
(Status: currently going on)
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Getaway Car
Pairing: Jake x Mc
Genre : Romance, angst. (Enimies to lovers)
Parts : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
(Status: Currently going on)
*Continued On Wattpad- Getaway Car*
(Warning: Smut 18+, use of substance, weapons and strong language. )
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Midnight Rain
Pairing: Jake x Mc
Genre : Romance, angst.
Parts: 1 2 3 4
(Status: Currently going on)
(Warning: Smut 18+, use of substance, weapons and strong language. )
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"You're afraid I'll leave you someday? I literally look at the pictures I have of you to cheer me up when I'm having a bad day...'
Congrats, almighty duskwood-queen! 🖤💙💚
-> 1,5k celebration game (closed)
Pairing: Jake x Mc (no pronouns)
Genre: Slightly angst/Fluff
A/n: Thank you so much for your requests and congratulations, dear Anon, and also for this sweet nickname. I am very happy about it. And I’m sorry you had to wait so long. And since you also mentioned no pairing, I have chosen myself, I hope it is right. And now, I hope you will like it! 💚🖤
"You're afraid I'll leave you someday? I literally look at the pictures I have of you to cheer me up when I'm having a bad day…", you whisper softly into your phone. "I will never leave you, Jake, especially not because of your situation. I told you, as long as we can both have contact, even if it’s only once a month, I don’t care as long as I know you’re okay."
"I could understand if you would part with me because of the uncertainty." Jake’s voice also sounds softly through the phone to you.
"And do you think separating me from you would make it better, Jake? Then I would hear even less of you and my feelings towards you would not change, I would still love you as much as before. I told you, even if I had nothing to do with the hack that put you in this situation. We are going this way together, until hopefully you can live a free life again, so I will never leave you."
"But what if I can never live a free life? I tie you to a world that is not meant for you. It is selfish of me to expose you to such a situation."
You’re grinning, even if Jake can’t see it, of course. Then you answer jokingly but still more than serious: "Well, I can imagine 10,000 people to whom it would be worse to be tied to. For example, Thomas," you giggle, and even Jake escapes a slightly amused sound.
"Jake, I’m serious, I love you, and I’m well aware of your and my situation, and you know me very well now. I certainly don’t let anyone tell me if I can have contact with you or not. I decide this for myself and no one can talk in between, not you, not Alan or Dan. And above all, not any wimpy FBI agents!" your voice defies with confidence and you smile proudly.
Jake sighs: "I love you so much, MC. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I just don’t want to lose you because of things I’ve done in the past."
"And you will never lose me, I mean it, these are not empty words, Jake, I love you the most."
Even if you can not see him, you can clearly feel his smile and immediately you feel how a cozy warmth spreads in your belly and makes your heart jump.
For a few seconds it is quiet in between and you enjoy the indirect presence of the other.
Then Jake interrupts the silence: "So… you look at pictures of me when you feel bad?"
Although it was your full seriousness and you are actually not embarrassed, you feel a light red tone moving into your cheeks: "Uhm…yes?" Your answer sounds more like a question and again you hear a soft and rough laugh from Jake.
Then he answers earnestly and full of love: "I do the same. Every single day to keep reminding me who I’m doing this for."
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