#oakleyasks

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

It had leaked, one of the cracks, he almost could imagine it. The rage leaking out, pouring out from a crack he imagined formed across his face. Almost like blood, he imagined it pouring down, that rage, drenching the rest of his front. But it was much redder, it burned and glowed as it trickled down his body. Oakley couldn't let go of that anger. His twin couldn't tame it. His little sister tried. But all he was capable of doing was hurting others. He just wanted to be safe, he wanted to go back to the way it was. He wanted to be loved. But his family abandoned him. Leaving him to die at Brennen's hands, filled with heartbreak, abandonment, and overall the eternal rage that he imagined dripping from his skull now, never-ending.

He was red. Full of wrath, needing to avenge the boy he once was. He had to make those who played a hand in all that he suffered suffer in return. But as this person stood in front of him, his twitching undead corpse calmed a bit. Another break formed, the thing the rage protected in him. That eternal sadness. That young boy who kept sobbing in his head, crying out for his family to save him from the prison they sent him to die in. The boy who just wanted to be saved. His eyes welled up then, dark, and cold, still, but the water still managed to form, pouring down his eyes, the twitching became a tense shake as his sadness now flowed from the new crack, this one formed over his chest, blending with the imagined red that continued to pour. The blue of it creating a purple.

Oakley blinked before bringing his hands up to his face, trying to wipe away those stupid tears, the weakness that was erupting from just a few stupid words he was waiting a lifetime to hear. Or, at the very least, it felt like that “You don't mean that. You will hate me too. Just like everyone else does.” Love was not for the dead. He knew those who mourned the dead, only did so for the loss of what could have been. Yet, here he was, dead, still here, and his family still could not look at what they had done. He was a punishment, that's why he was brought back to life, a reminder of the sins they committed to him. He could not break and be sad. But still, these words broke that trance, dropping his head into his arm he sniffled “You will be just like everyone else, don't say stupid things like that...I'm not worth it...”

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At their warning, Oakley looked back, his eyes narrowing on them. He was already dead, what was the worst that could happen, honestly? Of course, not that anyone knew he was dead, obviously. He wouldn't have known so much either if it weren't for the fact that he should have died from several injuries back where he grew up. But didn't. Not after being placed in a sanatorium. Not after waking up outside of it, but finally, after spending a childhood trying to escape that sanatorium. The coincidences had been strange. The town had been strange, even. The town was still strange, now. But so was he. He was an anomaly. One that still had yet to be understood, or even discovered, by the rest of those who lived in town. Their recently deceased loved one's being back alive, for those who had to see it anyway, was enough to break them.

His little sister his father had said he tried to kill which got him locked up, his mother, who could not handle his being locked up, and so ended her own life with grief. His father felt no shame in blaming his deeds on his young son. His twin brother, who hated him, for what he was said to have done. All of them abandoned him. Not just then, but once he came back. He didn't care about this warning not to stop, why should he, no one had cared about him “Why not me?” Reaching out he placed his hand on the object before plucking it from its resting place “It is a sacrifice I'm willing to make.” He didn't care about what happened, he was already dead.

Turning the object over in his hand, dull brown eyes scanned over it before something fell down from the side and hit him, sending him off into the dark chasm to one side of the bridge of stone.

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Lifting his head up, he scrunches his nose as he heard the stranger's remark, toward him. He laughed a bit, moving to stand " Apparently the right one to do it!" He hissed in return. Oakley crossed his arms under his chest, walking closer to the other, then "What are you going to fucking do about it? Nothing. Pussy."