★ ᴹ̲ᴬ̲ᴸ̲ᴸ̲𝖗𝖆𝖙 ★

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

#𝕾𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚄𝙳𝙴𝕱𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂; a selective ⅋ private portrayal of genesis tozier ; an original character crafted for the horror ⅋ fandomless verse .

this blog will include sensitive ⅋ s͟u͟g͟g͟e͟s͟t͟i͟ve themes minors dni . adored by angela . ( she / her twenty )

"If you DON'T want to be a satanic cheerleader with me, all you had to do was SAY so-" Jennifer teased, nose crinkled as a laugh fell from her lips. The pleated black mini skirt complimented the crop top with the numbers 666 in SPARKLY red. She had done EVERYTHING in her power to make the bit humor on as long as possible; there was no reality in which she saw him being able to SERIOUSLY hold a pair of pompoms out in public. THE SHAME or whatever you'd like to call it. "No matter how hot I think you'd be with a little school spirit."

A wink was shot his way as she walked around her room, hand reached to grab a different bag that sat on her makeup chair. She pulled out the Dead By Daylight Devil Scream mask with a grin before tossing it his way. "Okay, let me see your JAZZ fingers now, tough guy." Another giggle followed.

because no one can keep the facade of annoyed up quite as well as him... and no one can break it quite as easily as her.

he'll finally turn his attention away from pretend skimming as the mask landed directly in his line of vision —— he'd be impressed by her arm if he weren't suddenly much more interested in their couples costume. ( a different variant ! ) he expected to whip out his mask the same as the year before; good old fashioned black and white. USED AND ABUSED. this one was much shinier, newer; and he'll grab it by one of the horns as he sits up on the edge of the bed.

after what felt like an endless wave of panic attacks, she now lay curled up on his bed, hours after breaking the news— if you could even call it that. in her mind, she’d done it all wrong. completely wrong. not that she technically told him, either. he’d found out on his own, pieced things together like he always somehow managed to do, and.. well.. credit where it’s due i guess.

but still. the moment everything unraveled, panic hit them both like a storm. she’d wanted to run. disappear. it’s what she always did when things got too real, too messy, too much. avoidance had always been her armor, but this time? she couldn’t bring herself to disappear— not from him. he didn’t deserve that. not after everything.

the way he's currently staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom might indicate that there was something terribly interesting about it —— but there isn't. it's empty, blank... the exact opposite of what was going on inside his head. ( how long have they been lying here? ) a silence looming over the pair like a thick cloud; much different than the kind of comfortable silence that they often indulged in together... it was heavy and suffocatingly still. the only reminder that he was awake, not stuck in some sort of nightmare, was the sound of their breaths side by side, synced up— and the occasional heavy footfalls above belonging to one or both of his younger brothers running around upstairs. they practically shook that horrible popcorn textured ceiling... fucking kids.

already he can't remember everything that had happened in these last few hours —— like when your memory of last nights dream starts slipping through your fingers, and there wasn't much more room left in his mind or body for panic anymore. ( he'd already done that. ) now it was time to move onto the next stage of... grief? if this was considered that. now he was eerily quiet, calm; but it wasn't necessarily acceptance. no, that would take a few more laps around those said stages. it was a paralyzing numbness that made his veins feel cold and his fucking stomach wouldn't unknot from around itself —— but he didn't want to make anything worse for her by showing just how badly the dread and fear had him by the balls. so the comment had left his mouth roughly... like he was speaking it into existence. ( trying to convince himself just as much as he was her. ) but there was still emotion behind it, with proof in the form of a prominent voice crack that he didn't bother clearing his throat to fix.

maybe he doesn't exactly believe it right now... but he thinks he could eventually. and that counts for something, right? when the shock wears off —— or when more symptoms start rearing their ugly heads. when the stomach he's grown so familiar with starts to show signs. when they decide to tell their parents. ( when things start to feel actually fucking real. ) he could say more, gather some other cheesy lines he's seen in movies, but her initial response about being terrified makes his gut twist with a sickening guilt. guilt. he feels so fucking guilty. and what a horrible way to learn that there are in fact consequences for stupid as shit actions... but condoms just don't feel as good, and schools prefer to preach abstinence.

she's been shifting on top of the bed, the movements of her hands rubbing together giving old mattress springs some life —— and he could practically feel her tremors as he remained as still as a corpse cold on the slab. blues flickered down, toward the posters and ripped out magazine photos taped to his walls, before finally his head moved to glance over at her at her mention of her mother... ( the woman already hadn't been his biggest fan, ) imagine her disdain upon discovering the lying and the sneaking, and what they inevitably resulted in... but could she really be so blind? perhaps willful ignorance to the fact that that valone boy is far from chaste. he doesn't even know what that fucking word means. and her dad? he's never even met him— so that'll be real fun, he thinks as that uncomfortable ache tightens in his chest.

he finally moves —— turns onto his side to face her and let his arms instinctually search for her body to hold. to comfort. it's the only thing he has to offer right now... ❛❛ we can tell her together, ❜❜ he manages to mumble as he shuffles himself closer until he's the other half of her curled up puzzle piece. ❛❛ she'll be more pissed at me. and she can kill me all she fucking wants. ❜❜ he'll happily take the brunt of both of their parents anger and disappointment... though he's much less concerned about his own. ( disappointment in their son had become a given. ) there wasn't much he could do at this point that would warrant much surprise. but him knocking someone up certainly wasn't on their bingo card this year.