#fcarsdark

@fcarsdark​ sent: ✘ for one muse to get hurt protecting the other

from: some meme that i’ve lost 

            it was going wrong. wrong! he swore he rigged it right, the track shouldn’t even be connected to ashley’s track! it’s a fake! for his eyes only-- of course they’d never actually look ! but, no. nononono, that track is definitely connected. and he had no fucking idea which way chris pulled that lever, but it was TOTALLY heading streat for ashley. shit. shit shit shit shit shit.

      he had seconds. that it, seconds. he’d already tested the saw on the fake body, counted how long they’d have to stare agonizing as no matter what, they waited for josh to die. approximately twenty two seconds. long enough to feel like a lifetime as you were watching, but he had no idea if it was enough to stop it.

            but without another thought, completely abandoning the rest of his plans for the night, he bolts. he jumps down from behind the fake board, whirling out and around the fake pallets he had set up so they couldn’t see his real body behind everything. but it took too much time, he had fucking seconds. ten maybe. he could hear chris screaming, assumed ashley was as well. and he was breathing hard, shaking as he tried to untie her from the chains. it as hard! he knew it was a simple pull, but his addled mind couldn’t figure out where. where-- not until he felt the heat coming from the saw blade as it came ever closer to his back. if he was smart, he’d stand to the side. but, fuck, if ashley was going to go, so would he. he’d deserve it.

      but he did it! he found the pull, and just as he pulled it and pulled her to the side as quickly as possible, he felt it. he felt the saw nip at his side. okay-- more than a nip. it tore. it hurt so badly, but he didn’t have time for that! but because of this, he all but threw ashley on the ground, before diving down after her. the saw ended up stopping inches from the wood pallets. and josh rolled himself away from her, clutching his side. it hurt. it hurt so bad, and he was bleeding so much-- but. okay, yeah, he kind of deserved this. he’d taken this all so so far. too far.

Another day, another few hundred thousand newly arrived souls waiting ever so impatiently to be processed and sent to appropriate sectors for eternal punishment amongst other things. The poor bastards could be seen for miles in a single file line stretching far beyond the entrances of the hellish court room; as the damned souls were processed, tried and sentenced promptly with exceptional pace, the one in charge of the massively efficient spectacle would sit perched above the floor behind the court bench.

"Next soul, step forward." her voice would ring out, prompting whoever was unfortunately next in line to step forward and take position behind the defendant's podium that sat in the middle of the gallery; as though on command, a roughly 5'5 beanie clad woman would approach with reasonable concern and confusion upon her face.

As one approached closer, they would be greeted with sight of the woman in charge who took the form of a dashingly dressed young woman with white hair, black horns, pale skin and red eyes... with a hellishly charismatic smile to boot; in front of her would lie an awesome gold plated plaque that read:

The High Prosecutor

For a place that was supposed to be Hell, one might find it odd that it was so professional and business like both in its construction and mannerisms from its staff; whether that was a good or bad thing, however, was left solely up to the interpretation of the unfortunate soul in question.

Anthony can’t help the tiny, pleased smile that flickers across his features at Audrey’s words. It’s rare for anyone to even notice his company these days, let alone prefer it; if he knew what was good for him, he’d just take the compliment for what it is. Instead, he feels a familiar protectiveness rearing its head at the slight to the rest of their family, and he can’t stop himself from speaking up in their defense. 

It was an awkward situation to be caught in. Chris trying to get him together with Ash and Ash trying to get him together with Josh? Neither quite grasping made both crushes extra nerve wracking. Sat playing video games when Ash’s hand waved in front of his face. Gently moving it away before taking off his headphones and pausing it. 

                            “Okay, but if you don’t come to the party, Ashley, it’s going to be no fun. Chris will pout, my sisters will miss you and no one will be there to tell Mike to shut up when he goes off on those dumb tangents. You’re the core of our friends. What do I have to do to convince you to come?”

“the folks are gone, it's time for big fun! we're up till dawn having some big fun!”

                         “Ash, will you allow me to apologize?” Since he was rescued by Mike and his...wolf dog? Josh had be at an inpatient facility for the past few months, slowly being remediated and having many one-on-one therapy sessions with his therapist as well as group therapy with other kids with his issues. He’d come to realize just how much wrong he had done, even if he wasn’t the one running around killing people. One of the things his therapist had told him to do when he got out of inpatient was to apologize to all of his friends, and now, here he was, standing in front of Ashley, doing his best to not outright burst into tears as was instinctual.