Ouki Yaba

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .

003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .

004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .

006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .

008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .

009.   a run - down motel room .

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

011.   a university lecture hall during a class .

012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .

014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .

017.   a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside .

018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .

019.   the shady bar of a noisy , dark club .

020.  the grounds of an empty summer camp .

021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .

023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

024.   an underground illegal fighting club .

025.   an abandoned scrapyard .

026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .

027.    an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.    a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

032.   a solemnly quiet hospital room .

033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

036.   a long ,  winding road .

037.   the scene of a violent crime .

038.   a fork in a hiking trail deep in the wilderness .

039.   a cramped dressing room .

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .

043.   a building abandoned during construction .

044.   a house without power or running water .

045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .

046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

047.    the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

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051. the site of a horrible accident .

052. a closed pool , after everyone has left .

053. a home holding horrific memories .

054. by the side of a dangerously quick river .

055. a private hotel room .

056. a police station in the middle of the night .

057. a ferris wheel carriage under a sky of fireworks .

058. a lavish , invite - only party .

059. a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

060. the back of a taxi going in the wrong direction .

061. the underworld .

062. a dusty , forgotten attic .

063. on the set of a television show or movie .

064. a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

065. in a post - apocalyptic bunker .

066. on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

067. on the rooftop of a perilously tall building .

068. a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

069. a crowded stadium during a football game .

070. the morgue during an identification .

071. an otherwise empty library during a late study session .

072. a place that feels familiar , yet you've never been here before .

073. a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

074. a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

075. a bar or tavern bustling with life .

076. the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

077. inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

078. at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

079. inside a very old house with very old haunts .

Beads of sweat dripped from underneath short bangs, mixing with the splotches of scarlet staining his face. Banda was no stranger to being saturated in blood. He’d earned the title 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 for a reason. In fact, the blood of others had become a second skin to him over the years. Banda was used to the way it clung sticky to him. However, what he wasn’t used to was having an 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.. not that it gave him performance anxiety or anything. ‘Murder makes you extra sweaty.’ 𝐇𝐌𝐏𝐇. The sound of Yaba’s voice caused Banda to pause from where he currently loomed over his latest kill.

“Do you know what else makes me extra sweaty, Yaba?” Tugging the knife out of the deceased’s chest with a satisfying 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇, Banda wiped off each side of it on his shirt, before turning on his heel to stare at the taller male with eyes as black as coal. Slowly, he began to approach, weapon still in hand and with his head canted to the side to feign innocence. If there was anyone who knew just how 𝐁𝐀𝐃 Banda could really be? It was 𝐘𝐀𝐁𝐀.

Expression darkening and with a 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 twitching at the corners of his lips, Banda spoke again. “The desperate pleas in their last moments. The way they scream as though somebody will come to their rescue..” The knife that was held limply between them was raised to rest against Yaba’s broad chest, Banda tapping it lightly as though fantasising applying just enough pressure to puncture through it. “I wonder what you scream like..” Sometimes, he really couldn’t help the intrusive thoughts.

Originally, Yaba had believed he and Banda couldn't ever get along. But once he saw the thread of familiarity, the two had become nearly inseparable. He left the murder up to Banda, only assisting when it was needed - such as trying to torture answers out of the Jack of Hearts.

Most people would have been afraid of Banda, even moreso after seeing him in his element. However, it didn't faze Yaba in the slightest. It fascinated him. He would watch the way his companion took his time, enjoying the kill. That was what he was doing now, and led to his commentary.

i don’t think i could ever get over you.

standing in front of you right now, it’s torture, not being able to kiss you. 

i love you. even though that freaks the fuck out of me to say it.

life keeps going. you can’t just give up.

i don’t want you to need me. i want you to want me.

we’re too similar. we would drive each other crazy.

i appreciate that secrecy is your love language.

i thought we could be friends. i want to be friends. 

you’d do anything for everyone to like you.

you always have been a shitty liar.

maybe no contact is the only way this works.

giving you shit is just like an old reflex. 

i wanna prove to everyone that i’m not a fuck up.

i’m doing this with or without you. with you would be easier.

you’re the one in my fucking head.

you will never be alone again.

i know you fought for every fucking thing you ever got in your life.

sooner or later, you’re gonna have to face up to what you’ve done.

you don’t know? you could fill a book with the shit you don’t know.

anything and everything you do is okay.

i know that you’re lonely.

i love you, and i don’t wanna love you, because i’ll never fucking trust you again.

i’m the last person who thinks they’re a hero. i fucking hate myself half the time.

if i wasn’t so tired, i’d say something sexual. shows how tired i am.

i feel like i’m standing on the edge of a cliff.

we keep fighting till we don’t have to anymore.

i have stood by you at every single turn.

does it help somehow to bitch about it?

let’s not pretend i’m the one who ended things.

i made my choices. so did you.

we stuck together because we had to.

that’s a long ass time to be with somebody and then walk away.

i thought someone was coming to murder me. this is worse.

i’m doing a fucking thing here.

just revising my suspect list. 

you shouldn’t be afraid of the bad parts of you.

i’m pretty sure no one gives a shit about your needs right now.

we’re high functioning compared to them. at least we’re communicating.

when you changed your mind about us, that broke me. 

you’re gonna make mistakes sometimes. it’s just part of being alive.

do you think i’m a bad mom?

murder makes you extra sweaty.

you weren’t the only smart one. you just like to think you were.

i know you guys are… whatevering.

you know i don’t deserve your friendship, right? i just hurt people. 

it has to mean something, right? that we keep coming back to each other, that it’s never really over?

time’s a motherfucker.

so, why do you suddenly want me?

when i look at you, i don’t see your mistakes.

you think they care about you? you don’t matter. to anyone.

i don’t want to be a joke anymore.

i never not wanted you.

i guess cleaning up our mess makes for good foreplay.

you never move on from something like this. it just changes you. then you adapt.

i did not start out a bad person.

just ‘cause i’m scared doesn’t mean it’s going away. gotta accept it.

when i think about the specifics too much, i just get sad. time doesn’t wait. 

what’s the one thing you want out of your life?

we always come back around, you and me.

do you forgive me? for being so stubborn? 

i spent so much time trying not to be who i was, i don’t even know who i am.

i like how i feel when i’m with you. 

i’m done talking for tonight.

all i ever wanted from you was a fucking hug.

you’re not okay. you’re stubborn.

just because you say something to a person doesn’t mean you necessarily mean it.

i didn’t learn my lesson. we were good. you just don’t want good.

did you really not see that coming? because i sure did.

i missed you. i’ve missed you for months.

come on. bickering is what we do. it’s fun.

you’re something else. when you believe in something, nothing’s gonna change your mind.

i know what you’re doing. you’re acting like a dick so no one can see how badly you’re hurting.

i don’t think you’re crazy. you’ve been through a lot. that’s okay with me.

there’s been enough death. i’m fucking sick of it. aren’t you?

i forgot about you, and i hate myself for that.

i needed you, and you just weren’t there. you left me.

you always could read my mind.

it’s gonna eat you up to keep this all inside.

there’s only you. there’s only ever been you.

my chest physically hurts to not be able to tell her i’m in love with her.

you never let anyone see you hurting.

sometimes i think you’re a little too good at being fine.

you win. this. whatever we’re doing.

now you’re someone i miss when you’re not around.

i thought that we loved each other. 

you have to say what you want. it’s your move.

you’re pretty hard to resist.

you make people feel okay just by showing up.

don’t let the fact that you’re a terrible person keep you up tonight.

all that is happening is that you are not in control, and you’re not used to it.

i’m intimidated as fuck by you.

“Where has all the eggnog gone?”

“Do you want to decorate a ginger bread house with me?”

“The older I get, the more I understand the Grinch.”

“I bought matching Christmas pajamas for us!”

“I have wrapped like 200 presents and I am still not done.”

“I think the cat just ate some tinsel off the tree.”

“This is our first Christmas together and I want it to be special.”

“We can add a special ornament to the collection each year. This year’s is for our future baby.”

“Can you help me put the star on top of the tree?”

“What do you want for Christmas?”

“Is this an ugly Christmas sweater kind of party, or do I have to wear pants?”

“Everyone is drunk on rum and unwrapping the wrong presents.”

“If I have to bake one more cookie, I am going to scream.”

“You have sprinkles in your hair.”

“Did you know that candy canes don’t actually taste as magical as they look?”

“Let’s go for a walk and look at Christmas lights!”

“What did you get [ insert name ] for Christmas? I have no idea!”

“Is your family coming over for Christmas?”

“Can you help me set the table? The guests will be here soon.”

“It’s snowing on Christmas!”

“Can we make hot cocoa and watch a Christmas movie together?”

“Please hang up the stockings for the kids, so I can fill them.”

“Go ask mommy/daddy for a glass of milk for Santa.”

“You’re my best Christmas present this year.”

“I think the roast is burning in the oven and grandma is already drunk.”

“How about Christmas in a cabin in the mountains this year?”

“We should do a Secret Santa with the others!”

“TURN OFF THE RADIO, LAST CHRISTMAS IS PLAYING!”

“I’m Scrooge and I expect to be visited by a couple of ghosts tonight.”

“I’m glad we get to spend Christmas together this year.”

all right! up you get!

i'm going to carry you, of course.

stop squirming! i'm losing my grip on you!

you're safe in my arms.

can you walk on it?

maybe i need to carry you there.

i don't want to be carried.

no! i can walk just fine by myself!

you're a lot lighter than i expected.

falling asleep in my arms, are we?

how long was i out?

have you been carrying me this whole time?

i don't remember being picked up.

this was your master plan all along, wasn't it.

have i been sleeping this whole time?

no! put me down!

can you at least be a bit more gentle when you lift me?

i could get used to this.

if you need a break, you can set me down.

you pretended to twist your ankle just so i would carry you.

i didn't ask you to carry me.

you're quite handsome at this angle.

if i'm not careful, you'll ask to be carried everywhere.

are you comfortable like this? i can switch arms.

could you put me down?

ow! that hurts when you move like that!

you can put me down right here.

just lay me down over there.

please don't tell anybody you did this.

if they find out i let someone carry me, i'm dead.

well, this is a bit awkward.

you're very warm, you know.

you smell nice.

you can go to sleep if you'd like. it's okay.

let me get you somewhere safe.

oh no. i'm not climbing on your back.

just stay quiet. i've got you.

you look rather beautiful all curled up in my arms.

i don't think i can walk that far.

we will never speak of this arrangement again.

just tell them i hurt my leg.

stop smiling down at me!

apparently my shoulder makes for a good pillow.

would you do me a favor and pick me up?

i'm not sure i can walk all the way.

i appreciate you helping me out in this way.

stop smirking at me. i see you.

no, i don't like this! i'm humiliated!

i won't let anything happen to you here.

do you do this often? twist your ankle just to make someone else carry you?