Eyes

"Can you focus on me?"

"Hey... I'm over here?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Whoa, hey - sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"I'm - I'm right in front of you."

"Can you... can you not see?"

"When did you lose your vision?"

"Hey, it's okay - it's okay. Let me take your hand and lead you."

"Don't be scared - it'll be okay. We'll fix it."

"Don't flinch - I'm going to touch you."

Ears

"Hello? Hellloooo?"

"Are you ignoring me?"

"God, you never pay attention -"

"I'm talking to you!"

"Why aren't you listening?"

"Pay attention!"

"Listen!"

"Can you not hear me or something?"

"Why are you looking at me like that..?"

"What - wait... you can't hear? Why am I saying this you can't hear it."

Mouth

"Why are you making that face? I spent ages cooking that."

"Why are you adding salt to that?"

"Whoa, you're drooling like crazy."

"Are you choking?"

"Bland? How can it be bland?"

"I can't taste anything."

"My mouth just tastes like blood."

"Everything tastes of nothing."

"My tongue's gone numb."

"Bleh."

Nose

"Eugh, can't you smell that?"

"Oh, that smells hideous."

"It reeks in here!"

"You stink."

"I think I broke my nose."

"I can't smell anything?"

"I think I've gone nose-blind."

"Should I... be able to smell anything?"

"I think I burnt my nostril hairs out."

"Everything just smells like smoke."

Feeling

"I think I just burnt my fingerprints off."

"My hands have gone numb."

"I can't - I can't feel anything. At all."

"Are you touching me? I can't tell -"

"Your hands are shaking."

"Okay - if you're going to keep dropping things you need to put them down."

"Can you feel this?"

"I'm going to run my fingers through your hair."

"I'm taking your hand."

“No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.”

linda castle from the casting of frank stone - main verses in until dawn, the quarry, & dead by daylight. | written by rach, 25, they/them. horror & gore themes. no minors.

tw for mentions of: cannibalism, murder, allusion to possession, starvation, hospitals. so, y’know, all until dawn stuff. continued under the cut to save the dash. inspiration is drawn from several pieces of horror media, but all of this is my rat brain talking, so please don’t repost or use it without my knowledge and consent or claim as your own. that being said, mutuals are more than welcome to adopt this lore as your own! just rb the post! or link it and lmk!!! i would be honored

january 7th, 1952. 

the blasting crew, a group of 30 miners specializing in explosives, become trapped in a cave-in in the north west mines of blackwood mountain. after a week of unsuccessful excavation attempts, the search and rescue team was called off due to remaining instability in the structures and a suspected gas leak. it was agreed that whoever had managed to survive the initial cave-in was already dead. twelve of these men dug themselves out alive, with no explanation as to how they’d managed to stay in such good health for so long. the remaining eighteen had suffered the less fortunate fate of being left, forgotten to rot in the dark, discarded. the ones who’d made it out made fervent demands to allow the mines to remain as they were, untouched, for fear of losing more men to another collapse. it’s wholly unstable, they’d said, one wrong move and we lose fifteen more men by next sunrise. and so those lost in the tragedy became nothing more than stories, flowers left at the foot of boarded-over entrances, and the survivors became heroes of their time. the brave ones, the ones who fought it out. who’d had someone on their side, for their survival was nothing short of miraculous. wives broke down in doctors’ arms as they were reassured their husbands would make a full recovery, at least physically, in due time. much quicker than they could ever have anticipated, should they have been expecting any survivors at all ( and they hadn’t been ).

"Hey Ash, can you look this script over for me?" He nudges the stack in her direction hesitantly, as if to prove it's existence. There's the beginnings of red scrawl on the top page but it quickly dies out. "I think I got kinda jumbled in here. Could use an editor. If that's, ya know, cool to as for."