the father, why is he smiling?

                           he    could    not    lie,    there    was    a    certain    fear    &    rather   SHIT    TON    of    anxiety    running    all    around    his    stomach,    gurgling    inside    &   KICKING    him    in    guts    like    a    bitch.    of    course    it    would    be    ——   for    some    COUNTLESS    of    minutes,   he’d    be    getting    these    messages    on    his    phone    ——-    &    it    didn’t    stop.     it    all      REPEATED,    &    repeated,    &    repeated   ….                (     spare     me    of      VIRUSES    )    he     thinks     it’s     a    virus    on    his    phone    ——    but    why    the     hell     is    a    virus    spamming     his     phone     with   MESSAGES?!    questions    ran    through    his    head    like    a    track   on    a    video    cassette    —    there    was    no    DOUBT     that    something    threatens    him.      ❛    W   -   WHAT   THE   ———   fuck……   ❜

                             > ... 

                                       his DISCONTENT, his pique, his fear. it’s what beguiles him. ( SWEAT - DRIPPING FOREHEADS, tear - stained cheeks, lissome frameworks that shake - they are what drive him ; he feeds from it. IT IS WHAT HE SO DESIRES ) the infernal that haunts the weak ( IT’S BEN ) pauses. the curvature of cyan, LETHARGIC lips causing his bloody countenance to glitch, twitch n’ convulse. ( broken ----- ELECTRICITY & WATER he is, a dangerous mixture, bound to end in desolation ) another second ticks upon his endless counter before yet another message is issued.

          “ Well, he probably wasn’t lying  t h a t  time. ”

The girl shrugs her shoulders, arms still crossed firmly over her chest. She’s calmed down a bit, not as nervous as she was before. Ben seems  v e r y  certain that Jeff was lying to her again, and Sally trusted Ben. Besides, the probability of Jeff trying to  SCARE  her again was much higher than the probability of spiders crawling into her mouth.

          Right?

Sally grins happily at the hand settled on her head, tilting her head up to meet the other’s gaze.

          “ But I guess you’re probably right. ”

                                > slender ... isn’t ... an egg by the way?

                                he’ll glitch out ; azure lips curve into the most devious smirk as bijou crackles of static are emitted with the removal of the hand from her head. ( listen carefully ; there it is! his whole being, emanating, cascading within him. numerous hisses as aqua collides with electricity. HE IS DANGEROUS. cautiously must you be with your touch ; fatal to the slightest details is he. he will RUIN, he will RULE, he is free ) leisurely leans backward ; damp back colliding with the amiability behind him.

                               TO BE MANUFACTURED. ( real, existent, veridical -- he is not. those being merely outlying n’ inaccessible factors. THE KING, ben, this glitch -- is but a harrow, festering cage that entraps detestable, hellish memories within ) he conceals himself in data, a devil - like beam illuminating through n’ out the profound, surrounding, emerald tones. THE COUNTER RESETS. THE COUNTER RESETS. THE COUNTER RESETS. ( there is no stopping him ) the creature continues ; repeating to send the same message to the strangers phone ; AGAIN & AGAIN. his puerile, inane chuckle tranquil to all who roam beyond his realm ; though crescendo to his own ears.

“Well, then why are you here? I know I made some fresh cupcakes just now but damn. They gotta cool off.”

          “ Are you  s u r e  he made it up ?  He sounded really convincing… ”

The child crosses her arms over her chest, gazing up at the boy with  r a d i a t i n g  curiosity. Although Sally APPEARS genuinely curious, which she is, the WONDER in her eyes masks concern and worry, worry that maybe Jeff didn’t make up the words that had sent her skin crawling.

Sally did not like the idea of spiders crawling into her mouth while she slept.

                                 > didn’t he once tell you slender was an egg?

                                a bijou chortle ( behind guileless - yet infernal tones sounds the echo of gushing aqua ; PALPABLE & EXISTENT in contrast to the puppet’s controlled facade. IN DEEP WATER does his festering memory sit. he is broken, he is damaged, he is a KING ) leisurely, insipid fingers go forth to pause his game before settling upon the females head.

@mxrso liked for a starter

~|| ☠  I AM BEAUTIFUL 🔪  ||~

❝….I was gonna say something mean,  but then I thought,        ‘you look like you could kill me’ so I decided not too.❞ 

@mxrso

“Sorry, I have no porn on my computer. Now get the hell out of my damn computer, you little shit. Go jerk off your small ass sword somewhere else.”

                                 tedium n’ monotony describes perfectly his expression ; it’s settled across each individual aspect of his face. ( -------- his INSIPID, impaired, tear - stained face. the past ; all the implausible n’ damaging memories displayed FOR ALL to see ) HIS EYES ARE BUT A VOID. they fall upon the female ; scrutinizing her visage as bloody countenance would twitch ---- shudder n’ GLITCH. static electricity would hum, ( hum a song of ------- DEATH. that is all he is now ; a lifeless puppet of something much darker with no apparent purpose ) a bijou flicker radiating from his features as he sighs.