rules are on my page but it'll probably maybe ? be revamped . be nice , no drama never been in it never want to be . i play a villain , he's going to act like a villain . i'm 30 + , i'll only interact with 21 + blogs for my own comfort . no racism homophobia on here . i don't follow ppl that vague blog . duplicate friendly ! i don't follow first in case you aren't okay with it but i'll follow back . i favor multi paragraph rp . my blog is old af , the layout and stuff idk if i'll redo it but there's some more info on it .

it was dark , no it was beyond blackness . the absence of light save for the flickering sickly pale glow of a flickering  (  nearly broken  )  florescent light . loose on a fraying cord it hung from the ceiling , it swayed back and forth casting shadows from wall to ceiling . off in the corner two eyes shone  (  like that of an animal  )  able to see through the gloom easily . attention turned on the vent just above . it spoke  (  no no she spoke !!  )  hiding , are you hiding ?? how quaint . 

gaze drifted downward to the near corpse on the table , the prisoner could no longer scream , the energy gone . vocal cords long since ruptured leaving only a mewling wet sound .  ❛  if i could only find the one , my only .  ❜  fingers swept through grime / blood / sweat soaked hair slicking it back as the creature could do nothing but tremble .  ❛  you , oh you and i are not to be , darling . you are impure . unworthy and have wasted my time .  ❜  while tone began innocuous enough it quickly lowered into an angry hiss . 

already hair had been unceremoniously shaved from legs , from thigh to ankle flesh had been sloughed off . next would have come the removal of the entire genital area however through the vent came some unwanted advice from a potential mate . potential lover ? with a mighty shove the dying body was removed from the table and it collapsed in a heap on the floor into a sobbing grotesque mess . left to die , alone . unwanted . 

the creature again lifted eyes  (  now reformatted for the dim state of the room  )  blood somewhat tacky and drying soaked gloved fingertips as favored blade pricked the right pad of his index finger . effortlessly and with a grace unfathomable from such a large animal the groom inched toward the vent up in the corner of the room . a smile , it bore nothing but sadistic cruelty and ill will .  ❛  i’ve heard that voice before , haven’t i ? i .. i know you . from somewhere else .  ❜  a low hum , a song . an old song as heavily lidded eyes become unfocused .  ❛  a lifetime ago , wasn’t it darling .  ❜  jack booted fucks !! 

the knife in hand  (  favored butchers blade dulled from overuse  )  suddenly twisted in grasp and lurched upward , trying to stab through the bottom of the vent to coax out whatever prize was inside . 

❛  oh you’re going to make me work for it aren’t you !! you little minx !!  ❜  gleeful tone as the knife punctures the thin metal .

     There’s some logic and reason behind Gluskin’s return, but any answer he’s able to coherently form only seems to raise more questions. The appearance already mimics properties of a swelling corpse, and the putrid air of decay naturally wafts from him. It’s too unnatural, something Jonathan only intends to study on his own. He finds a purpose in basking in the unnatural elements of his patients. 

     The wrong move will have him at the mercy of the madman. With a look over him once more, Jonathan circles him, almost inclined to pore through the fatal injury, and his fingers start to invade.

      Crane doesn’t warn him. 

     He carefully assists in clotting up the gaping wound, more than willing to increase the damage if at all he believes Gluskin will strike. “Well, I’m not stopping you.” he croons, adjusting the vest. “Your wounds, however, are.” Under a long bout of hesitation, Jonathan moves to return his stare, fascinated. 

“I don’t know where your true love is, Eddie. You may not survive through the night to find her.” 

the scent was familiar as was the poise and the tone , ah crane . through a miasma of insanity came through one clear image , the doctor . barrel chest heaving the variant , the mutation gave no indication of harming the other . something buried deep in his psyche would forever remember doctor johnathan crane . despite how long eddie had lingered within the maze of his own mind , retreating back fully to the groom , he would always recall memories of the other . and also realize there was no underestimating the slender male now circling , as a terrestrial shark ready to strike . and strike he did . 

chin lifted as lithe fingers press against open wound and jaw sets . the pain was exquisite , incredible !! and the variant lowered gaze toward the other , lip curling as though he wished to strike !! forgetting himself once more for a brief moment in time . do not underestimate the power , the strength of this one , words hummed , thrummed into his subconscious and though gloved fingers had tightened into a fist the other kept still . 

❛   wounds of the flesh will heal easily , it's the heart , my good doctor , that takes time . again and again i'm forgotten , left for dead . my bride has once more escaped me and i need assistance .   ❜   glowing contracted pupils shift downward toward the hand pressed against the blood that continued to flow .     ❛   you will help ?   ❜   the question peaked near the end , a lilt hopeful .   blood rest upon swollen tongue , his own . and hulking body shifted beneath the touch , taking pain as a stone would . it affected him of course . he was irritated by it , however it was his ego that had taken the worst of the blow .  scorned yet again !!  head canted to the side , eyes rest upon the other . 

     QUIETLY, QUIETLY! salem isn’t supposed to be snooping around this part of the institute; he knows of THE GROOM. marriage always proved to him such a USELESS thing, albeit, entertaining. he walks upon the cool floors in his bare feet, keeping his from making much of a sound as he traverses the winding halls and labyrinthine rooms of the facility.                                                                         IS SOMEONE THERE?!

     sal shakes the echo out of his head, surprised and confused at the sound of a voice so much so he jumps back a bit, in turn knocking over some stray cans that had long since been empty. NOT GOOD. the PIG’s eyes practically shine as the dim light from the flickering bulb catches them; ousting him to the ghoulish man stood before a corpse. he knows should he run, gluskin will likely pursue. and with the damage to his leg? a SLASH he had gotten from feuding with another inmate over some scraps, he simply CANNOT outrun the man. 

     ❝ s—- sorry… is this your room. . ? —– i was just– just looking for something… my bad. ❞

 murder encompassed the entire asylum, it was palpable. one could taste it in the air and it was delicious. knife in hand the mutinous groom moved effortlessly throughout the chaotic. not yet searching for his bride, what the variant required was a DEN. there had been someone lurking behind him , immediately there was no sense of a threat so the beast continued . 

fingers thick found the trachea of the failed wife and he choked with GUSTO. eyes wide, saliva trickling down teeth grit and bared into a maniac grin. the struggle was NOTHING and easily ignored while gluskin throttled; savored. even after the other was long dead he continued fracturing bones, crushing the larynx. only after in the thrall of murder did he glance over his shoulder, another in the room with him. the body was dropped , it thudded heavily  ( wetly  )  onto the floor by his feet . 

a  pause  before  another  stitch  could  be  made.  the  once  male  beneath  keened,  a  wet  gurgling  whimper;  life  nearly  expunged.  but  attention  was  elsewhere,  eyes  roam  about  the  consuming  darkness  outside  the  perimeter  of  the  sickly   green / yellow   florescence  of  the  bulb  above.  glittering  gaze  animal  like  and  eager.  predatory.     ❛   is someone there?   ❜    the  question   AMUSED / ego   barring  anything  else. did someone  DARE  enter? how   interesting!

blood thick and cloying dribbled out from between split lips . the metal rod was speared through his left side and exited out below the left shoulder blade . the angle was awkward and one gloved hand gripped the shaft . another cough as spittle   saliva / blood   splattered across the far wall . teeth bared in a grin that was maniacal . hulking body shifted somewhat and heavily lidded eyes glinted , those of an animal in the dark when the dying light of the florescent bulb swung toward the variant . 

a laugh boisterous and   haunting / haunted .   disgusting .       ❛      death will never claim me , not before i've found my true love .    she is here , somewhere . isn't she ?     ❜       tone changed toward the end , unsure for the first time since becoming    the groom  before the mask was again set firmly into place and that grin resumed more vibrant , brighter . a pull of the spear lodged near his guts and his smile did not falter . it slid backward with another loud , wet sound .   ❛    i am here for my   darling .   here to marry .    ❜    purpose , that gave him purpose and in his chest welled an incredible strength born from that . with a heaving gasp he yanked the rod free from barrel chest and tossed it down used rusted and slathered with blood upon the floor with a clatter . 

    His sudden exclamation made Lynn’s thundering heart lodge into her throat, threatening to choke her. For a painfully long moment, she was frozen where she stood, a look of horror on her face making her jaw tighten and her eyes bulge out her skull. He saw her. He saw her and she was seconds away from death if he caught her. 

     Lynn could barely breath, much less think, but instinct, a never ending fight for survival, took over and she darted just out of his reach. Buzzing with adrenaline, she barreled blindly into the darkness, glancing desperately at her phone. The battery was almost dead, which meant her flashlight would be gone in minutes if she wasn’t careful. To conserve what little battery she had and to conceal herself, Lynn turned her phone off and shoved it deep into her coat pocket.

     When she distanced herself enough from the lumbering variant, Lynn dove under the nearest table, hiding herself from view. She was trembling. Her heart beat drummed in her ears, blocking out any hope of hearing the variant approach. Cupping a hand over her mouth, silencing her rapid breathing, she waited, praying (for the first time in years) for him to pass by, unaware of the woman cowering beneath the table. 

oh ho!   ❛   quick little   MINX    aren’t you.   ❜     spoken through a smile that split chapped lips. blood colored white teeth before the variant laughed.     ❛   a game then! a chase. and my prize will be   YOU   darling!  there is no hiding, this castle is   MINE!!    and I know every inch.   ❜   in the pitch blackness, the corner of which    THE THING DOWNSTAIRS   resided was devoid of light, the color of    NOTHING   before stepping from the void, that smile remained.   it  exclaimed!   DEATH   /   EXCITEMENT.    There was no hurry in his step as evident by the slow rhythmic boot steps entering the room where he was certain the little dear was hiding. 

sole lightsource above, a sickly pale bulb that flickered revealing nothing, however eyes have   ADJUSTED /   ADAPTED   to the darkness all variants and patients were thrust into unknowingly. However vision was not perfect and it was still possible to hide, especially if one was good at doing so.   steps echo about the cavernous room, difficult to tell where the source was, what position.     ❛   you see   GOD   has put us together. fated to meet.   ❜   an inhale, eyes close if only briefly.  the scent of a   TRUE   female!  a blessing.   ❛   you smell heavenly   DARLING!   ❜     mouth    WATERED    from the very idea of a woman in his   DOMAIN   /   LAIR.   oh how he longed to hug   THROTTLE   and caress   BRUISE   cradle   MUTILATE!!!   such delicate skin, a treat to be savored, a   DELICACY. 

a pause in movement, mere inches from where the young bride was hidden. silence. then voice boomed.   ❛   you are meant for me!  just for me.    ❜     a    CLAMOR!    loud and clattering as the table before hers was overturned.  it sailed across the room and hit the far wall.   ❛     yes!  yes my dear, we’ll make such beautiful music together!   ❜     a step closer towards the hiding spot.  did the monster know? was he teasing?

within the lair buried beneath stairs there was a loud clatter as various tools   (  knives  )   had been swept off of the table and onto the floor. fists land with a heavy thud on the nearest surface.   FRUSTRATION.      ❛    why do they keep running away!  whorish   SWINE.   don’t they see?  can’t they understand i just.. want to   LOVE   them!  make them    better!     ❜    the lie tripped easily off of forked tongue. it was a lie told to himself over and over until it was believed.