#loveyourfears

@ garret-the-ghoul “I only d-do that when I feel it will be even slightly useful.  Or if Brian does something.  Then it is m-mandatory.  I do have to ask what bit you though.” It was bring your pet to school day, and there had already been twenty-three fatalities, which was actually a new record.  Apparently some people had actually used the tranquilizer darts, if most likely on other people’s pets than themselves.  Everyone always thought their precious little beast definitely couldn’t be the one eating freshmen’s intestinal tracks. “Some of them have venom that m-melt your insides is why I ask.  We may need to get you to the nurse.”

“Thank you. I w-will make…whatever you like. Anything. Just let me know.”

Send 🚿 or ‘Whoops!’ to walk in on my muse in the shower!

“What do you mean you have no shower-knife?? Who has no shower-knife???” Damien twisted the blade in his grip, before resting his knuckles against his hips. He gave Oz an accusing look and a frown. “When you said you were looking forward to a shower with me, I thought you meant a shower-death-match.”

He sounded actually disappointed. After they had spend the whole day pranking other students and jogging all around the place, both decided to just shower at school and send the evidence of their deeds down the drain.

There was something unnerving about hearing that shadow of a man speak. Was he speaking? Was it someone else Len couldn’t see? It was hard to say. There was no mouth Len could see on the guy, and nothing moved when he spoke. The voice sent chills down his spine, and not the good kind of chills. As much as the voice compelled him to answer, Len knew better. Who was he? That was a hell of a question to ask, especially when Len had fucked up really bad like this. Sure, he stuck out quite a bit-- even among monsters, Len towered over most of them-- but it wasn’t like this guy knew who he was. If he didn’t know who Len was, then he wouldn’t know who to blame things on.

@loveyourfears

     It would be a lie, to say that Vera was used to nightmares... but what’s one more to what she usually had?

@loveyourfears

   ♪♫ Her hands instantly wrapped themselves around Oz and hold him tight. She was scared of losing her friends. All of them were dear to her, no matter what they may have done in this ordeal, be it good or bad. She still loved each and every one of them ♫♪

   ♪♫ The single hug was enough to make Vicky just cry out and hold his best friend back tightly. She didn’t want any of this. She hated seeing her friends suffer and this was killing her on the inside. She tried to speak, but words wouldn’t form. Vera, Brian, Damien… all of them special to Vicky in one way or another, and now… ♫♪

  The moments between classes was one of the more favourable of Theo, giving him a moment of peace to let off a sigh of tension he always held, sip some coffee and text his son to make sure he was doing okay. Naturally, though, it wouldn’t last long as students filed in, causing Theo to slip his phone into his pocket before he could check his reply. He shifted a few papers on his desk before he pulled his suit jacket off to hang it on the back of his chair. 

   Theo pushed a few loose permission slips into a paper envelope, marking off the students who brought them in before checking things over again. There were about three more students needing to bring in this form, Theo preferring to have permission from someone before he took them away to the museum of Criminals. Partially because there was often a live exhibit with older criminals and some of the content within is not safe for some people. He just wanted everyone to know of this. 

   When Theo raised his eyes again, and spotted Oz coming into the classroom. Making him clear his throat to catch the student’s attention. 

   “Oz? Could you come here for a moment?”