𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 !

    ❛ you know the basement of this place was where they found a girl alive stuck in a box, right?     it was all over the news back in the nineties. the dude had taped a doll mask to her face. ❜

channel zero / candle cove. ( debating on making this a group verse set in everette ) american horror story ( i’m thinking she’d fit in with coven or murder house arc. ) an au where pepper’s actually been dead the entire time. forbidden siren/siren: blood curse

    she’s familiar but pepper can’t place her, and that’s annoying.     then again most people are vaguely familiar, people her own age... it’s a haze.     summer vacations and holidays aren’t really enough to initiate close friendships.       ❛ are you from around here? you seem... familiar. ❜ her nose crinkles slightly.       pepper hates forgetting.

   the valley, the river, and that god-forsaken dam. it looks like it’s about to bust, the state tends to be a little lax on recreation. ( it could be because the governer’s batshit. )  ❛ i give it maybe four years, if the town’s lucky, ❜ a small shake of her head before she realizes there’s a tourist. at least. he looks like a tourist? he doesn’t look like he’s from around here at least. ❛ how are you liking everette? ❜   

   ❛      cause, y’know… it’s not. it’s more like a     grazing of a knife to skin, ❜ pepper pauses, ❛ like a half hearted attempt at stabbing someone. ❜ she’d ran though, he missed - she kicked - and then she didn’t stop running until she hit a shack at the base of the woods. while she called cara - she hadn’t expected her to arrive so quickly. with shaky hands pepper patches herself up, ❛ you didn’t… you didn’t see a guy out there did you? ❜

 there’s certain things that pepper should be feeling; fear, adrenaline, sick… yet none of these are even remotely hitting what she’s feeling. it’s not quite numbness, but it’s close. she tripped on a body, her own crashing against broken bottle shards that had embedded themselves into her arm. she comes to dani’s because she knows her own parents would lose their collective shit. so she hides out in the bedroom, it’s not the first time she’s cleaned up a wound. wouldn’t be the last either, but then a familiar voice rings out, and dark eyes glance up from behind thick rimmed glasses.   ❛ your ability to observe and state the obvious is nothing short of miraculous, ❜ she breathes, a faint whimper drifts from her lips. she’s using alcohol to sterilize it, the little shit. ❛ if you try to take me to a hospital i will kick you. ❜