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demonshauntingthedoves · 6 months

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The Keychain [spooktober]

Pairing : Ghost!jimin x female reader

Genre : Horror Au

Summary : You had tried to take your keychain back from Jimin, only for you to push him in the process and him falling back in the lake along with it. He was never found and nor was the keychain. So imagine the horror when you find it lying on your desk, twenty years after.

Warnings : horror, angst, childhood mistake, difficulty to sleep.

WordCount : 1986

Your fingers sauntered over the keyboard as you typed away on your laptop. With a final emphasised click, you leaned back and sighed in relief that you had finally finished the part of the novel you'd been writing.

Your ears picked at the distant sound. Coming back and forth. The swing. It became clearer and more loud.

You smiled thinking that the children might be playing on the swing. It was normal because you lived on the second floor of your complex and often heard the kids playing.

You lifted yourself up from the warmed chair but halted when you glanced at the clock.

It was way past midnight.

No kids played at this hour.

The sibilant sound of swing was still heard.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Curiosity got the better of you and you made your way towards the apartment balcony which directly faced the playground.

There was no moon. You peered your eyes around in the dark bleak midnight and to your horror you saw the swing.

But there was no one there. No kids.

And the swing continued to move back and forth. Back and forth.

You were familiar with such scenarios. You'd always feel the adrenaline rush to write out such a horror scene. It was your favourite genre. But to experience one in real life was not something you'd ever imagined.

You felt your guts pool up with bile as the swing kept moving without needing any force to push it. Your eyes darted around thinking someone was playing a prank. Your breathing became erratic when you found no one there.

The air left your lungs when you caught the glimpse of a silhouette sitting on the swing. You didn't see anyone moving. The person appeared out of nowhere.

You tried to pretend, tried to calm your frightened self. With the little lighting around the playground, you made out that the shadow was of a man. You kept looking at him until he turned his face slightly revealing his side face.

You had no owl eyes but the fact you could see him in so much dark was unnerving. As if the person wanted you to see them even through the shadows.

With your squinted eyes, you studied the outline of his face. His long hair was draped on his eyes, you could only see his nose and lips.

His plump lips.

The pouty curve of his lips.

Your heart fell, the flashes of the plump lipped boy coming back. Your fear and anxiety soared at the return of those needling instances from childhood.

You scrambled back in your room and into the bathroom and locked it. You splashed the harsh cold water on your face to reawaken yourself. Reawake from the nightmare if it was. You had to stop this.

You inhaled and exhaled feeling the sensation of pearly drops of ice cold water and tears falling from your face.

You stared at the reflection in the mirror. No, you couldn't let the dark tendril creep in your head again. No.

You had to stop thinking of him.

You had to stop thinking of Jimin.

Yet you hear it.

You hear the ringing.

The jinglings of the little bells that adorned your little keychain.

Your keychain.

It had a black cat with crosses on both eyes and little red beads along with tiny sonorous bells.

You had begged your mother to buy it for you on Halloween eve.

Your eyes had brightened and your mouth widened in awe as your liitle self played and dangled it in your hand.

You would carry it everywhere with you.

You loved the keychain.

Until Jimin took it.

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Jimin went to the same preschool as you.

He was a cute boy and wanted to be friends with you.

But because he was a cute boy, your teacher had dodged your rose and took his on teacher's day.

He was a cute boy but you didn't like him.

While making the sandfort, he would come to sit beside you but you would puff your cheeks in annoyance and move away from him.

You even swatted his tiny hands off when he'd tried to touch your fort or your drawings.

"Y/N, why don't you want to be my friend?"

"Because I don't like you."

"But I like you." He murmured on the verge of criying. Doe eyes welling up with tears and his trembling pouty lips.

He'd always be behind you and try to join you in activities but you would huff-puff and turn your back to him.

Once the teacher had instructed you all to make ornaments using little beads. You were engrossed in making a bracelet when someone lightly patted your shoulder.

You looked up to see Jimin holding a pink ring in his hand. He held it out for you.

"Y/N, I made a ring for you. Will you take it and be my friend." He said in a baby voice, his cherubic cheeks going pink.

"No!" Your plush face had morphed into anger. "Now, go away!"

His face saddened. With his head hung low, he went back.

Jimin had placed the ring on your desk before going. You couldn't control and took the ring in your hand just to inspect it with furrowed eyes and tight lips.

You actually liked it.

You hid your hands under your desk and wore it in your finger, liking how it adorned your finger.

Jimin didn't need to know that you took this ring because you still didn't want to be his friend.

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Your school had gone on a trip to a village and the children had lined up near the lake.

You were kept standing for long whilst your teacher gave instructions.

You heard the jingling sound and turned your head to notice Jimin playing with your precious keychain hanging on your zipper.

You spinned around only to be agitated seeing Jimin hold your unhooked keychain.

His plump lips stretched into a smile as he dangled the little cat.

"Give it back!"

You said and stomped your foot while Jimin just blinked at you with his wide eyes.

"Give it back to me!"

You tried to take it back from him but he dodged you moving aside.

"If I give it, will you be my friend?" He asked you, holding your keychain firmly in his hand.

Your nose flared as you latched at him to get your keychain back but he wouldn't let go.

You heard his little chuckles.

"Y/N, it tickles there!" Your prying hands had unknowingky tickled his stomach. His eyes turned into smiling slits.

But he didn't give it to you. Getting overly annoyed, you hands jerked him back, making him accidentally lose his balance and fall in the lake along with your keychain.

Kids screamed and teachers shouted, gathering around you and the villagers were soon sent to heed and rescue Jimin if he sank down in the water.

But they didn't find him.

After that, a barrage of shouts and slaps came your way from yours and Jimin's weeping mother. Shaken and trembling, you stood frozen.They didn't lodge a case against you because you were just four and innocent.

Your innocent mind had not completely gripped on what had happened. But as the years went, you realised you had unintentionally caused an unthinkable tragedy.

Your childhood memories soared.

The fact that you had taken away a life just for a insignificant keychain made you nauseous and loathe yourself.

You regretted not befriending Jimin. The poor boy just wanted your friendship.

You would curl up in your bed at night, fed up with the condescending voices in your head. You would even hear the sweet whispers of Jimin as if he was right beside you. And that would scare you to no end.

Your cries and screams had become consistent during the nights.

You were sent to your aunt and attended regular therapy sessions for a couple of years. That had helped you to seek redemption and unwrap yourself from the dark veils of childhood that had binded you. The whispers had gone.

You started to write. Finding nothing more interesting than horror genre. Because you could relate and revel in it. You could wallow in it to forget your ugly past.

And now that everything had been resolved, the memory of him returned back.

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You couldn't conclude whether your mind was playing tricks or you had actually seen a ghost. His ghost.

The ringing sound came again and you turned toward the door contemplating whether to open it or not.

This was the part you hated where the characters; despite knowing the danger was waiting for them; gave themselves away out of sheer and stupid curiosity, thrill and bravery.

And you were exactly doing that.

You unlocked the door and slowly walked to your room, the faint blue light spread in the room from your laptop screen. It was eerily quiet here.

With brisky steps, you walked to the switches to turn on the lights. But you stopped when you heard a beep from your laptop as it lit up brightly. You dumbly ran to it to check if you got any emails from publishers.

You sat down and opened your mail. But you hadn't received any. You proceeded to shut down the desktop and that was when your eyes caught the thing that sat beside your laptop on the table.

Your keychain

The same one you had lost.

The screen went black and your body paralysed with terror in the darkness of the room.

Your frozen eyes pooled with tears when you felt the husky voice near your ear.

"Y/N, I know you accepted my ring. Now you are my friend, right?"

The whispers had returned back.

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A/N : Happy Jimin Day!!!!! I've written this little fic for spooktober as well as for jimintober. Idk, this idea came up when I too heard the sound of swing ( but the children were really playing) and since then the scary scenario was pooping in my brain so I had to write it. Idk if the childhood perspective makes sense. Lol.

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dailyadventureprompts · 2 years

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Footnotes on foes: Eldrazi

Hey DMs, do you need an unfeeling aberrant force to threaten your campaign world at various scales but don’t want to use mindflayers? Bored of lovecraftian knockoffs threatening to drown reality in abstract but unspecified “madness”? Well have I got the monster for you friends, It’s the Eldrazi: an unknowable and all consuming horde that’s here to reduce your setting to nothingness.

I’ve always had a fondness for the Eldrazi after they originally debued in magic the gathering, alien beings that sap all life from their surroundings and seem to have no other aims beyond the total and complete obliteration of whatever world they happen to dwell on. (plus they have a super cool look, and in the end isn’t that what matters?)

Eldrazi have a lot of mystery surrounding them, but in trying to puzzle them out I came up with my own headcanon that was too good not to use. Below the cut I’ll go into detail on how I think the eldrazi function, and how you can best use them in your campaigns.

TLDR: The eldrazi are the great decomposers of the multiverse, reducing dead worlds down into their base components, and then into dust to be reabsorbed by the cosmic cycles of the astral sea. A perfectly natural process, but one that can go catastrophically wrong should the eldrazi be drawn to a world that has not yet died as they often are by witless dabblers or disruptions to those same astral currents. When they end up on a world they’re not supposed to be they end up creating wastelands, fighting against nature like an infection.

While they’re scattered about many regions of the astral sea where stagnation looms, the eldrazi mainly occupy a region of the multiverse known as the dead realms, a cosmic landfill where realities decay into one another and the faceless horrors can do their work.

It is important to note that the eldrazi are not a species, or in many ways actual organisms: Each eldrazi brood (differentiated by trends in their alien anatomy and what they transmute material into) is the intrusion of a singular will into the cosmos with its own aims, which constructs its bodies from the errant energies of whatever world it happens to interface with. This makes communication with the eldrazi highly difficult, especially for those who encounter them without prior knowledge, as the will that pilots an eldrazi brood experiences the whole of the brood at once, many bodies at once, many dimensions at once. Even the most intelligent and independent members of a brood are merely hands in comparison with the greater body, able to exert a greater tactile degree of control but not actively conscious.

This alien existence extends to their anatomy: resembling summoned or illusory creatures, the body of an individual Eldrazi lacks blood or organs, and is instead a notional matter primarily used to store the magical potential they sap out of the worlds they digest. When an eldrazi dies they do not rot, instead they erode, the magic that composes their being leaking back into the laylines they siphoned dry. Such transference can cause surges of wild magic proportional to the size and number of the brood slain.

This lack of a physiognomy extends to how Eldrazi seem to “breed”, budding like fungus or grotesquely merging to form larger bodies, which amounts to the prime entity behind the brood splitting up its focus for multiple tasks. Sometimes the entity needs to actively participate in its act of decomposition, in which case the brood begins draining all it can, growing all it can, and then merging together into an eldrazi titan. These entities can lay waste to landscapes but also think in ways the disparate brood could do nothing about.

Eldrazi have a strange relationship with magic, in that their singular goal seems to be to extract the magical/living/quintessential essence out of dead worlds, meaning they become very adept at reading and manipulating systems that are built upon these primal currents. Eldrazi broods spread along a plane’s laylines like mushrooms along a rotten branch, sapping at its nutrients till the line goes dead and the landscape with it. This infection can even spread to enchantments, curses, and magical constructs, bringing them into a titan’s influence and even providing a seedbed for the growth of more eldrazi.

Very little of this information is well known by planear scholars, and even less of it is understood by those who might encounter stray eldrazi that’ve ended up scattered on their worlds. What most understand is that the Eldrazi show up following great magical disasters, create a wasteland wherever they go, and seem to have an innate ability to overcome and subvert magical defences. Most are content simply to hunt them on sight, and the prime eldrazi seem more than content to let their stray buds be culled while they focus on the real task of eating worlds.

Adventure Hooks:

High in the mountains there’s said to be the wreck of some kind of flying ship, that locals say they saw hurtling through the sky decades ago only to crash somewhere amid the peaks. The ship is in fact a spelljammer, and salvaging its helm might just be the first step in the party setting off on their first cosmic adventure. All is not well though, as when they begin exploring the high cliffs and isolated valley, they find ship and much of the surrounding landscape has been turned into a spiralling labyrinth of giant bismuth crystals, the haunt of a few eldrazi the jammer crew picked up while fleeing a dying world that ended up scuttling them in the end.

Powerful spikes of magic draw the eldrazi across the planes, so after the mid-campaign villain attempts their apotheosis and fails miserably, not only to the party have to deal with whatever threat that unleashed, but increasing numbers of sightings of horrifying entities skulking about the countryside near the villain’s old lair. This gives the party a chance to re-explore an old dungeon, finding its corridors warped and its chambers filled with dust.

Desperate to impress their supervisor by summoning a rare creature from the outer planes, a group of arcane grad students at the local magical college have unwittingly ended up snagging an eldrazi away from its brood, and are intent on studying it. For its part, the eldrazi seems oddly complacent, but is infact exerting its flesh warping influence on the students and the animals surrounding their lab. The party first gets involved tracking drown grotesque chimeras of ratswarms and stray beats, which invariably lead them through the increasingly organic sewers and up into the lab, where the eldrazi has broken containment. Not all the students are accounted for, and while some got away with benign abnormalities, others have been incorporated into the brood, and will seek new places to take root.

Also, while there’s no official stats for eldrazi, a lot of great creators have already taken the challenge upon themselves, so I encourage you to go out and find some of their work.

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