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#babe look#not only killed your enemies#but also decorated the place with their intestines#all for you#love you xoxoxo#alan wake 2#alan wake#mr scratch#mr scratch x alan wake#elderwood palace lodge#bright falls#videogames#horror games#remedy entertainment
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wake writes an ending
words: 454
description: he put the words in a shoebox. it put the words in him.
author's note: there are so many references! i loved writing it so much. do reply me if you want to say something <3
mentions of suicide, murder and also, spoilers to the alan wake 2 plot!
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time – overlapping, bending, pursuing with a sole goal of reminding: you are a drowned corpse. sinking you to the deeps of the bottomless ocean, to be claimed forever.
you fucked up your chance to be happy lifetimes ago. sunsets and sunrises traded for a searing white light of a lightbulb in your palm. hunted for sport by your own reflection. sealed away from the only person who made you whole.
pushing through the masks, lies, posh furniture, through the comfort of madness till your fingers reach the surface.
have you always been drenched in blood? you wish you could say it's a recent addition, but you don't remember the blood trails ever being fresh.
you can only pray your efforts were not in vain. god, how many messages have you sent over a fucking decade? the answers would have thrown you into a fit of rage.
giving the agency to the characters was a dire mistake. what the fuck is wrong with zane's story? he can't be the creator, fuck no, fuck him! you're the only one allowed to shape the reality!
film scratches.
the house no longer feels empty.
he praises you, like you even deserve existence. he crawls under your skin, digging deeper, slashing, bludgeoning, ripping, molding you to his image.
all it took is the change of perspective for the mask to crack. you have never been changed. you have always brought change according to your image. wake would try to be the writer/poet/murderer at least once.
note: scratch paragraph the fuck out
you've contemplated it so many times, took attempts, got dragged from the other side – distant glimpses of life you can't bear to remember. yet, he still praises you, like you haven't killed yourself by drowning.
"he once mistook the ocean for the lake." and here you are, mistaking a spiral for a loop. maybe, you deserve to be a broken record.
you write and write and write the life away, without noticing that the ink is no longer black.
anything to escape. there must be victims in a horror story.
maybe you'll stop feeling like a monster if you keep chanting it over and over again.
the culmination is due. the door in the room is open wide.
you are home. you finally accepted that we've always been home. a murderer based on a director based on a writer.
or was it vice versa?
i lifted the page and read that i lifted the page and read that i lifted the page and read that i lifted the page and read
a happy ending we have always deserved.
everyone loves us.
everything revolves around us.
we are one.
he murdered your wife.
you finally don't wake up.
#alan wake#mr scratch#scratch#alan wake 2#alan wake II#alan wake 2 spoilers#personal#mr scratch x alan wake#scratchwake#halonocturne writing
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Remedy characters that just casually hang out at the Remedy office...
#remedy entertainment#remedy control#Alan Wake (Game)#jesse faden#casper darling#mr. scratch#I love these videos#I've also realised that in the pictures I chose Jesse and Scratch are both stealing something and Darling is just being a polite little lad#Control - Remedy Entertainment Studio Tour by Jesse Faden#Alan Wake 2 – Oh Deer Diner Thermos Reveal (Airam x Alan Wake 2 collaboration)#Alan Wake's American Nightmare - Super Effective Sales Trailer
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Reposting this because it uploaded in poor quality last time! Anyways they love their kids
#alan wake#alan wake 2#mr scratch#Thomas Zane#control game#Dr Casper darling#Casper darling x Thomas Zane#twin au#gay dads au#maybe the ship name for Thomas and darling could be arts and sciences?#darlingpoetry?
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we belong together
we are the heart
we should be one
#alan wake 2#aw2#alan wake#scratch#mr scratch#alan wake x scratch#remedy entertainment#alan wake fanart#remedy connected universe#my art
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Scratch is fucking tired of the whole "nobody likes me, i hate myself i'm such a failure of a writer" bs
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#mr scratch#alan wake#alanscratch#wakescratch#alan x scratch#alan wake 2#cw: blood#my art#fanart#digital art
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Me thinking about my mercenery OC Anne interacting with AW2 characters if she ended up in the Dark Place.
#also thinking to redraw anne x zane with alan x zane cuz it fits so perfectly#love how anne x scratch turned out she probably didn't make it out alive#this time#kasimova's art#alan wake#alan wake 2#Anne Murphy#anne#mr. scratch#tom zane#thomas zane
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Scratch wants to obey Alan. The darkness craves to return to its creator. Scratch will be obedient and loyal if Alan is ready to listen for him. But he will become fury, uncontrollable, unbearable when Alan reject him.
Scratch wants to obey Alan, craves to be dominated over him, asks for a hard strong hand that will lead him, to guide his thirst of destruction. (But will Alan be able to control himself?)
Scratch belongs to Alan, he is a part of a single whole, he is a lost piece of writer's soul. The cat that walks by himself but always returns to the master.
#I have many thoughts in my head about Scratch and his connection with Alan#I just want to scratch out (haha another bad joke) sheet of paper by hundreds silly words about Alan x Scratch relationship#alan wake 2#alan wake#mr. scratch#scratchwake
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Something inspired by chapter 4 of Bet on Bittersweet by @blessedpictures
Full picture under the cut
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It’s fingers bunched in my hair. It could have been the dim light, but it looked like Scratch’s lip quivered.
“I can tell,” The Dark Presence whispered. It let go of my locks, frowning. “I can tell when you drift away.”
We were connected on a greater level than I understood - or wanted.
“I can’t help it,” I offered, still confused by the whole ordeal.
In a blur, Scratch’s jacket was on the floor. In his bloodied white shirt, he held the gun loosely with a smile.
“Yes. Yes you can.”
I want Alan for myself, it had said.
The way Scratch looked at me wasn’t with anger, or the raw rage I’d expected after all these years. It was fascination behind those eerie eyes, obsession.
Alice loved me the way the ocean loved the shore, but Scratch? Scratch loved the way the teeth love the tendon, the way the skin loves a bruise.
The way a writer still loves the bones of that first draft.
I swallowed hard.
“Yes, I can.”
#scratchwake#yeah I’m writing it#alan wake 2#alan wake#alan x scratch#alan wake x scratch#mr. scratch#the dark presence#heres a snippet before I go play more control#remedy games
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No, this creature doesn’t look like Alan at all. Not really, not where it matters. Scratch blinks slowly, water slicking down his pale face as he kneels upon the wet concrete - rain seeping into the knees of his trousers. It feels good on Alan’s skin, cool and clear and tastes nothing of lake water. The tears on Scratch’s face bubble over, drifting up and away as if pulled through a current - anti gravity. Does he cry saltwater?, Alan wonders. Does this creature cry brackish tears, or would it be the freshwater of a clear lake?
Sketch based on an amazing Scratch/Alan fic on Ao3
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#‘he was beautiful to the point of sorrow’#our favorite tortured writer™#just look at you you’re a tragedy#alan wake#mr scratch#mr scratch x alan wake#the writer’s room#the dark presence#the dark place#videogames#horror games#alan wake 2#remedy entertainment
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amalgamation/storytelling
scratch x reader; gender unspecified
word count: 311
author's note: vague 👍 god i hope it's understandable enough
on ao3
he didn't fucking like that. when stripped of control, even hobbies don't bring that much satisfaction. the thing – refusal to associate it with any human ties it had/used to have – snorted in the chair.
"savoring the feeling. being in control. blood..." – inhale, spit out, – "trickled down their chins, staining the white."
another blow to the jaw made him/it see white. stopped grinning long ago – tiring, not exactly enjoyable anymore. why the fuck would it even continue with all that? hated to admit – wake was far more thrilling: kicking back, squirming, running around his little cage he called new york. this? felt like punching a talking plushie with dying batteries.
dropped the head. dead? fuck, he hoped so. unclenched the fist, two fingers to the neck.
"glad for turning me into a clerk, honey?" – hands framing the face. the thing semi-conscious, smiling. wiped the blood from under the nose.
these 'sessions' dragged for longer with each loop – his goal, achieved each time. turning into a chore. oh how he strived for the corruption, to twist, break, stretch, tear this thing back when it was still human, still alive, obeying the rules of the hunt, loop. and now, wanting to dig his talons into anything but the flesh he has already learned by heart.
"scratch hated it," – barely heard, wheezing, lack of air, – "hated it, hated it, hated it, hated it for leading, giving in or up, voice growing with newly found rage and eager– ness, enjoying, following the script, reaching, melding, being one of the same! head jerking upwards, right in the eyes, the quote—"
hands lowering. mouth shut, good riddance.
"let's not spoil the ending, baby."
squeezing motion. period of time unspecified. kick. drop. scream. corner to corner. scream. untie the ropes. wipe blood from his/its face. discard. recite. rinse and repeat.
he fucking hates being connected.
#alan wake x reader#(the game not character)#mr scratch x reader#mr scratch#scratch#scratch x reader#personal#halonocturne writing
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New Year means new OC x Canon
This time with Mr. Scratch and Thomas Zane from Alan Wake.
#klown art#klown teeth#alan wake#alan wake 2#mr scratch#alan wake fanart#oc x canon#self insert#thomas zane
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Yall I just got a laptop and I have a renewed sense of purpose thanks to this game. Send me fic requests I will take and write ANYTHING. Yes even your dark and shameful fantasies. Don’t be shy
#scratch alan wake#alan wake 2#alan wake game#alan wake ii#saga anderson x alex casey#saga anderson#alex casey#caseywake#thomas zane#mr door
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An Alan/Scratch request for @relika
💛 reunion kiss / relief
How many loops has he gone through? How many times has he walked through Night Springs and fixed things from the past loop and made more progress only to never escape and instead end up back here again? Honestly, Alan stopped counting after the tenth loop. It all just blurs together.
And as each loop goes by, each time Mr. Scratch shows up to taunt him. Alan sees his face on the TVs, hears his voice when he sends enemies after Alan to slow him down. He can’t escape him. The man who wears his face. The man who seems to take a little too much pleasure in fucking with him.
The man he secretly finds kind of handsome. But… Scratch looks just like him. So, doesn’t that make him really narcissistic?
Anyway, he deals with Mr. Scratch’s bullshit during loop after loop after loop, trying to break free but never succeeding. And it never occurs to him that Scratch seems almost… kinder towards him each time they meet again. Or that Alan starts to feel almost relieved to see Scratch’s familiar face when wandering through the confusing landscape of Night Springs.
But it takes something pretty fucking big for him to realise this.
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Despite knowing what will happen on each loop off by heart, Alan’s fatigue makes him clumsy. So, when the darkness flings a fucking car at him, Alan is too slow to dodge fully, his leg getting struck by the flying object. Metal slams into his ankle, splintering bones as he screams, and the momentum sends Alan flying, sprawling to the ground. And as enemies close in on him, his head smacks against the hard ground, and Alan passes out.
But he doesn’t die and end up back at the start of the loop. Instead, Alan regains consciousness lying on a soft surface, his blurry vision slowly focusing until he recognises his surroundings. A motel room. Just like the ones he has spent so much time exploring for pages and keys. Just like the one in those creepy videos Scratch likes to make.
Wait… Scratch?
Groaning through a wave of dizziness, Alan raises his head. Mr. Scratch sits in a chair on the other side of the room, idly playing with a knife. Alan jumps at the sight of him, sending pain shooting down his broken leg which, now he looks at it, has a makeshift splint strapped to it.
“Looks like Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake,” Scratch says, grinning at him. “There’s no need to look at me like that. If I wanted to kill you, I’d have done it already.”
Alan finds himself agreeing. Scratch has never been one to hesitate when it comes to violence. “So… why am I here?” Alan asks.
“Would you believe me if I said I missed you?”
“No.”
Scratch laughs, tossing his knife into the air before effortlessly catching it by the handle. Standing up, he puts the knife down and crosses the room, perching on the edge of the bed. “You’ll probably think I’m talking out of my ass, but I’ve grown… fond of you, Alan. I like our games of cat and mouse.”
“It’s not a game,” Alan says. “I’m trying to get out of here.”
“Are you? Or are you starting to… like this?” Scratch says, leaning closer, looming over him, his teeth bared in a smile.
Alan flinches. Perhaps it’s the pain scrambling his head, but he rather… enjoys being loomed over by Scratch like this.
“I really did miss you, sweetheart,” Scratch says with a teasing smile, unable to resist putting emphasis on his final word. “And when I saw you again… you were nearly dead. And how could we have fun if you dropped down dead? So… I saved you.”
“Do you expect me to thank you or something?” Alan says. He tries to sit up, but the room spins, and he flops back onto the pillow, sighing.
“Nah, I know there’s no way to force Alan ‘stubborn’ Wake to do anything he doesn’t want to.” Scratch laughs. “Well, I’m right, aren’t I?”
Alan just stares at him, raising his eyebrows. Scratch laughs harder.
“You look so cute when you’re all grumpy, Alan,” Scratch says.
“I’m not fucking cute.”
Scratch leans closer, poking Alan’s cheek like a kid would annoy another child, his tone annoyingly playful as he says, “Are too.”
How is this the same man who made an entire video about his favourite instruments of torture and murder?
“Anyway…” Mr. Scratch says in a sing-song tone. “It’s good to see you again, Alan.”
Well, the feeling isn’t mutual, Alan wants to say. But he bites his tongue. Because, at the end of the day, Scratch did save him, even brought him somewhere comfortable and patched up his wounds. And… he doesn’t especially like to admit it but, well… he does find Scratch attractive…
So, when Scratch does the baffling move of leaning in for a kiss, perhaps that is why Alan doesn’t push him away. He lets Mr. Scratch kiss him, holding back a wince when Scratch immediately nips his lip with his teeth. Because of course he would do that.
Fuck, he feels awful, his head pounding and his leg screaming with pain, but as Scratch kisses him, Alan finds himself able to focus on something other than the pain. So, he kisses Scratch back, although he does find himself wondering where the hell things will go from here.
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