🖤: I give you a character headcanon that I have (you can specify or I can just do a random character)
💖: I draw you/your favorite character (you’ll probably have to tell me)
💜: I yap about my project, DarkMatter (you specify)
💚: I tell you a character(s) you remind me of
❓: I gift you a random reaction image from my camera roll
Name: Teagan Mars
Pronouns: They/Them He/Him
Info: I’m an artist/animator/writer and sometimes editor who just does shit for the funsies. I’ll definitely post fanart/animations and my ocs. I’ll probably reblog a lot more than post my work because that shit takes time. Ummmm enjoy?
My Tags:
#teaganyaps: my text posts
#teagandraws: my art posts
#teaganedits: my edits
#teagananimates: my animations
#teagandoesstuff: my general tag that I put on basically all of my posts
#teaganzmootz: my mutuals whom I love
#teagananswers: answered asks
#teaganremarks: my reactions/thoughts about media I consume as I consume it
#teaganwrites: stuff I write that I post (short stories, comics, songs, etc)
You’ll also see Reigen and mp100-related au tags ALOTTTTT
I take drawing requests, but I can’t promise when I’ll get them done because of how my brain works (I got lé adhd and prolly a touch of the tism (not clinically diagnosed w autism but I’d be quite surprised if I wasn’t on the spectrum at this point))
The Special Two (my top two favorite characters in all of fiction. I only have two set favorites. Third is interchangeable with wtvr my current obsession is):
1. Reigen Arataka (Mob Psycho 100)
2. Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)
Favorite Characters of All Time:
Arataka Reigen (mob psycho 100), The Doctor (Doctor who), Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad), Charlie Kelly (It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia), Adam (Saw), Strahm (Saw IV & V), Hoffman (Saw III, IV, V, VI, VII, X), Richie Tozier (IT book and movies), Tome Kurata (mp100), Teruki Hanazawa (mp100), Satoru Gojo (jujutsu kaisen), Suguru Geto (jujutsu Kaisen), Ethan Collins (zeyn_syre), Alexander Lee (zeyn_syre), Sadako Yamamura (Ringu 1998), Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus), Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus), Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)
Movies I Like: Final Destination (all of them), Le Vourdalak, The Crow (1994), Ringu (1998), Jennifer’s Body, Mean Girls, Saw (all of them), IT (all of them), Nimona, Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny, El Camino (the breaking bad movie), A Clockwork Orange, Lilo and Stitch (the original, fuck the remake), Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Terrifier (all of them), Invader Zim Enter the Florpus, The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (2004), literally any dragon ball movie(except evolution), Scream (all of them), literally any Ghibli movie, any Disney renaissance movie (except Pochohontas), The Emperor’s New Groove, Coraline, The Nightmare Before Christmas, The Sound of Music, Sleepaway Camp, the Evil Dead movies,Steven Universe: The Movie, etc
Tv Shows I Like: Mob Psycho 100, Staged, The Amazing Digital Circus, The Pitt, Doctor Who, Jujutsu Kaisen, Ash vs The Evil Dead, Steven Universe (+ Future), Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Moral Orel, It’s Alwasy Sunny In Philadelphia, SpongeBob SquarePants, Invader Zim, Arcane, Good Omens, Supernatural, I.T Crowd, any dragon ball show, Moominvalley, Villainous (I need the 2nd season 😭😭😭), Metal Family, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The X-Files, Death Note, etc
Music Artists I Like: Bo Burnham, Mistki, Tally Hall/Miracle Musical, Chonny Jash, Johnny Cash, Jack Stauber, Will Wood, Nirvana, Radiohead, Stomach Book, Motionless in White, Metallica, Queen, etc
My Favorite Colors: Royal Purple, Bright Pink, and Bright Yellow
Miscellaneous: A Series of Unfortunate Events, zeyn_syre, Murder on the Orient Express, Class of ‘09, Monster High (dolls, movies, etc), IT
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(There are parts where the characters are thinking, but for some reason, tumblr doesn’t have an italicize feature so ummmmm)
Part Two: Vultorro
It’ll be fine, Alex assured himself, I followed all of the instructions, I’ve seen this before. It’ll be fine. He opened the book and filed through it until he found what seemed to be the correct pages. Yes. Everything will be okay. He knows what he’s trying to call. He knows, he does.
Alex pushes his glasses up the slippery with nervousness sweat bridge of his nose.
Josh won’t even notice it’s gone, He thinks as he carefully places all of the candles in a circle. He wipes off the sheet of sweat coating his forehead with his left sleeve, grabbing a lighter with the right.
He kneels beside the candles, feet and knees aching with the soreness one acquires after running too much, and clicks the cheap lighter that Theo probably bought at a drugstore some dark, cold morning so many nights ago.
A shiver of guilt ran through Alex. The angel on his shoulder tells him that this is wrong, he’ll surely go to hell now. What kind of child disobeys his own mother? What kind of child befriends such… such heathens??? What kind of child allows them to continue being heathens without so much as an attempt to lead them to the light, to God, to heaven?
Alex begins to light the candles. He shakes off that thought. No. He doesn’t care if it’s wrong. He needs to know. He needs to know if he can can do it, if has any ability at all. But summoning a demon could be a lot more difficult for someone with no experience in witchcraft or magic.
*
“There’s a certain line you need to pass, or be born past.” Theo tried to explain, his arms shrugging in a motion that suggested this was truly the best way he could phrase it. “Your friends, Charlie and Starlight— they were born past that line. Josh passed it because he dedicated a lot of time to practicing and studying magic.” Maybe too much time… Theo thought to himself.
He was worried about that kid. Josh had been able to memorize so many spells in such a short amount of time, it amazed Theo that the kid’s head hadn’t caved in from all the knowledge. But maybe ‘amazed’ wasn’t the right word anymore. Maybe ‘terrified’ suited it better…
“So… anyone can use magic if they really put themselves to it?” Alex asked, a mix of surprise and disbelief in his voice. Part of it disgusted him. Magic shouldn’t be possible. Not for mortals, at least. It didn’t make sense. He hated when things didn’t make sense. It was like putting together a puzzle and only having one piece left, then realizing that you don’t have that final, vital piece.
Theo shrugged in response “I guess.” He said, “But I think it’s a little more complicated than that.”
*
‘I think it also takes belief.’ Alex remembers the last part of that being. Belief. Belief in what? In God? He has that. In his friends? Of course. In himself?
He finishes lighting the candles and puts the lighter in his pocket, not wanting to forget to put it back where he got it. He made sure that he nailed it into his head the exact placement of the lighter, even though the janitors closet is a mess and Theo probably wouldn’t notice anyways, he still wanted to be sure that it wouldn’t be noticed. Same for Josh’s book. Josh’s room might look like a tornado blew through it, but there’s a method to the madness. Hell, Josh noticed when a hair clip went missing from the place it had been on the floor, and to the left of the closet.
Alex opens the book to where he had put the bookmark. Carefully taking it out and finding the right passage to read. He reads it over in his mind first, then takes a deep breath, and begins to read the Latin text out loud, being careful as to not mispronounce a single syllable.
The candles flare and there’s a brief, small wind. Then the candles die out and, seemingly, nothing happens.
Alex closes the book with a disappointed ‘THUD’ and sits cris-cross on the floor. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands and sighs.
He can’t do it. Pathetic. How can Theo, a Highschool dropout with hardly any money to his name and a medical history that would make anyone side-eye him with caution, and Josh, a straight-F student whose only concern is if his clothes are color-coordinated, do something so fascinating, so spectacular?
Why is everything else so easy, but the one time Alex actually wants to do something, that’s when he can’t?
It’s probably for the best. Alex’s mother would probably give him an unfathomable amount of licks with her belt if she knew he’d attempted to summon a demon. Hell, she’d probably do it anyway for the mouth he had given her before leaving that evening. Either way, he was in for something when he got home.
He stood up, a tight pain in his throat that warned tears. Damnit. Why can’t he do this?! It should be easy. If Josh can— no— no, he shouldn’t think that. No one should think such things of his friends.
“If that sissy-boy can do it, you surely can, Alexander.” His mother had said multiple times before. God, if she knew they were best friends, she’d probably have an aneurism and die. If she knew any of his friends . . .
The first tear began to crawl its way down Alex’s face, then some sort of dry cackle sound rang through the empty basement. The tears streaked down his face, and he quickly wiped them away. God, he hoped that nobody had come down. Nobody ever goes into the school’s basement — one of the key reasons why Theo figured it a good place to cast spells and help Josh with his, the other reasons being that the Moonesville High tigers were really pulling some downers this football season.
“Hello?!” He whipped around to try and find where the noise came from, his voice shaky. The voice that possibly made the cackle now emitted an amused purr. From the darkest corner of the basement, right beside the storage door, he saw two glowing red eyes that had slit, glowing, white pupils much akin to a cat’s.
“Hello?!” The voice mimicked, its sharp, bright red teeth stained with something that looked too much like blood opening and closing as it spoke.
“Who — what — are you???” Alex asked as he stood up. Using his knuckles to push his glasses against the bridge of his nose when they began to slip again.
The thing grinned, a disgusting, blood-stained grin. “I can smell your fear,” it remarked, completely avoiding the question. It was impossible to truly tell due to it being so dark, but to Alex, it seemed the creature crept closer to him. He could smell it now. Oh, that horrible, putrid stench. It reeked of death.
“What. Are. You.” Alex asked again, drawing in a deep, quivering breath and then exhaling it.
The creature’s eyes sharpened, the grin spread and Alex could practically see the stink fumes emitting from its mouth.
“I,” It said, a glowing white outline revealing its shape, “am Vulturro.” Alex could clearly make out two rotted, withered vulture-like wings placed on its lower back. It wore (or was it part of its body?) a gown of rotting, moldy feathers, and on its head was a crown made of bones. Not clean bones either, no, apparently today was Alex’s Very Horrific, No Good Day.
The crown of bones had clear chunks of flesh and meat on them, maggots writhed and wriggled around on the bones, and there were bite marks from where . . . Something . . . Had bitten into them. Beneath the terrible bone-crown was matted, greasy black hair that looked as if it hadn’t been washed since ever.
Alex could feel his stomach churning painfully and his mouth water in disgust, he nearly gagged, but he suppressed it. No. He couldn’t let this thing know that it was effecting him.
“You might have made the worst mistake of your life, young Alexander.” Vultorro cocked its deathly pale head that featured scabs, peeled skin, and exposed bone and flesh in some areas.
In . . . Out Alex repeated to himself as he prepared to answer the thing — Vultorro
“How so?” Alex asked, returning it’s arrogant glare
“I, child, have been around longer than anyone in this building has been alive, combined.” The last word had a sinister undertone that Alex didn’t like.
This was a mistake, this was stupid. How could you be so stupid?!? You’re the smart one!!! You! What did he even think he was doing? What? You wanted a demon, you got one He told himself. It’s going to kill him, he’s going to die. I’m going to die down here, in this dirty basement, oh God, please have mercy on me, please, I was stupid, I’m a kid, I didn’t—
Vultorro’s hideous, blood-red lips turned up into a crooked, ugly smile as Alex panicked
“You don’t have to die down here . . . Not necessarily . . .” Black slime drooled from the corner of its mouth and dropped onto the floor, burning the wooden floorboards straight through.
Alex’s glasses slipped down again, this time, he was too frightened — frozen with utter, pure terror — to push them back up, and they fell to the floor with a deafening ‘CLANK’
“What uhm — what do — what do you mean by that?!?” Alex looked around, desperately looking around his full field of vision trying to figure out if there was some sort of escape hatch, some sort of way to get out in a way that would ensure it not follow him. Such a thing was impossible. Even if he wasn’t paralyzed by the pure, unfiltered, cold terror running through his veins, up his spine, in his stomach, in his throat, his head — that thing would still be able to catch him. Vultorro is a demon. Alex is a kid.
“There are . . .” It paused awkwardly “certain things . . .” It paused again “I can do for you,” the black drool hit the floor again “But they come at a price”
The blood-stained grin, which previously was merely gross and unsettling, now felt threatening and dangerous. As if the grin itself could rip Alex apart, right there on the spot.
Alex gulped “What price?” He didn’t look into the demon’s eyes when he asked — he couldn’t — they were too sharp, too bright, red, danger.
“You have two options . . .” Drool leaked from the both sides of Vultorro’s mouth. Alex could feel his heart thudding against his thin, paper chest. ‘BU-BUM, BU-BUM, BU-BUM, BU-BUM’. “Sell me your soul . . .” No, whatever option two was, he was going to pick. He hated its stupid pauses, they only served to panic him more — although, that’s probably the point. Vultorro wants to torment him, to frighten him half to death. It probably really just wants to kill him, eat him. Why it hasn’t done anything yet is what torments Alex.
“Two!!!” Alex blurts out before Vultorro can croak out the second option. It blinks suspiciously at him. “I — option two.”
“You don’t want to know what it is first?” Vultorro asks, its tone seemingly menacing but genuine curiosity hiding behind it. Alex didn’t know whether to feel impressed or horrified that he bewildered a demon.
“You can tell me, but I’ll still pick two. My soul is mine, nobody else’s.” Alex stared at the demon, courage fusing with fear to create some sort of other emotion.
“If that’s what you want.” Vultorro replied in a voice that indicated the second option was worse, but Alex didn’t hear it. All he could think about at this point was getting out of that damn basement.
“Or, let me use your vessel, but only in brief instances.”
Alex’s face twisted in confusion, Vultorro sighed
“Let me put it like this: I am able to possess you whenever I want to, but only for a short amount of time. This realm is incapable of holding my physical being for an extended period of time, so, it would be useful to have you as a . . .” It paused to find the right words “Like those rovers your people send to other planets.”
Alex considered this. He felt his phone buzzing in his pants pocket. It was most certainly his mother, or Josh asking him if he knew where his spell book went. Josh was surely home by now. After what felt like hours but in reality was mere moments, he nodded.
And as Alex shook Vultorro’s hand, it grinned that disgusting, dangerous grin.
Bandtober ( @bricksandbirds ^^) Day One-The Lamp Looks Off
Part One: Saturday’s Twilight
Blair’s jog slowed to a walking pace as she noticed it. She had taken a different route today, deciding that she wanted a change in scenery. She had already fed Alfred, her pet turtle of four years; her parents had gifted him to her as a going-away gift of sorts. They knew they wouldn’t see her for a while, not as far across the country as the distance between New York and Hawaii was. She opted to only come visit during long holiday breaks and summer vacation, it saddened Blair that she wouldn’t get to see her parents as often, but she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to study marine biology in Hawaii.
Now, in Saturday’s twilight, she stood staring at an odd street lamp. She didn’t think, at first, that it was the appearance of the lamp that was off. It was just sort of different from all of the other lamps lining the sidewalk in a peculiar, strange way that she couldn’t quite comprehend. There she stood, staring at it, and there it stood, filling her with an oddly terrifying feeling that it was staring back at her.
Blair blinked after moment, realizing that she couldn’t simply move on— no— she had to get to the bottom of this— she needed to get to the bottom of this. She needed to understand why this street lamp was so different, how it operated, she couldn’t sleep if she didn’t know, she just couldn’t.
She could practically hear her loving father telling her “Curiosity killed the cat, dear.” With his hand lightly on her shoulder in the emergency room, waiting for a doctor to come and tell them what they already knew before treating her stove-burned arm.
“Daddy was making dinner,” she remembered telling the man in the white coat with the heart-checker around his neck. She knew that wasn’t what it was called, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember the name.
The doctor hummed as a nod for her to go on.
“I asked him what the stove felt like; he said it would hurt and ‘Don’t touch it Blair, you’ll get hurt bad if you do.’ Then someone knocked on the door.” Blair winced as the doctor lightly touched her arm. The pain ignited like fire, she could feel the burning stove on her arm again, she could smell the chicken on the stove, seasoned, cut up sausage making her eyes water.
“Does that hurt?” The doctor asked in a warm tone, gently retracting his hand from the burn on her arm. Blair nodded, trying not to tear up. She couldn’t cry. The boys at school say that crying is for girls, but not Blair. Blair never cries, though the knot in her throat begs to differ.
The doctor turned to daddy. “She’ll be fine, it’s only a minor burn. We just have to wrap it up and it’ll heal on its own.” Daddy nodded “Thank you, sir.” He said before the doctor left the door. A few moments later, a nurse walked in and applied something on Blair’s arm, then smiled, gave her a smiley face sticker, and left.
“Why did you do that, honey? You could have seriously injured yourself.” Daddy said once he and Blair were in the car. His tone was a blend of concern and genuine curiosity. Not anger. Never anger.
Blair only shrugged in return, pretending as if she didn’t have a reason for her actions. But deep down, she wanted to know what the stove felt like. Her father’s answer simply wasn’t enough, she had to know for herself. She knew that daddy was right, he always was, but she just had to know. What it felt like, why it felt like.
Blair continued to stare at that damn street lamp. She should probably get back to her dorm, it was getting late. 22:45, nearly 23:00. It was an odd thing, normal, completely ordinary… but almost too ordinary— uncanny, Blair figured, was the proper word. Yes. Uncanny. It was as if someone who had never seen a street lamp had been asked to build one based on a loose description. It felt too perfect, the pole too black, the light too bright. She felt as if some kind of evil might take her away, but there was a kind of attraction as well, some kind of lure specifically designed for Blair Jennings.
Without even thinking, she walked towards it as if she were under its spell. She felt a sort of turmoil building up inside her, the kind of feeling that you get watching horror movies or riding a big rollercoaster, the kind of dizzy excited feeling that told you to run, run far away and never turn back. Do not turn back, for what you see behind you will catch up to you and torment your mind forever.
When she got close enough, she reached out to touch it, her heart began to beat faster and faster, the feeling in her stomach began to scream “RUN BLAIR, RUN LIKE HELL, RUN”, but still, she stayed. She stared at it like it might tell her the secrets of existence.
Nothing made sense to Josh anymore— well, to say anything that’s happened since last year made sense to Josh in the first place would be a stretch— but especially now. Something had shifted, but he can’t quite tell what. And it’s not just Alex being avoidant of literally everyone, or Charlie’s self-deprecating jokes increasing to a frankly concerning degree, or even Starlight of all people shrinking back and not really saying much.
It’s something invisible. Some invisible force. It feels sinister. Evil. But Josh couldn’t quite place his finger on it. On what exactly was wrong with everyone. He misses his friends, his best friend. He stays up at night scrolling back through their previous texts and misses every stupid joke they made. They should be making. Hell, he even misses Astro following him around like a lost little puppy— or— bunny in his case.
And the feeling that this thing swelled him with— it was some sort of odd terror. Anytime he sensed it was near, he was filled with this strange mix of dread, adrenaline, utter terror, and much, much more.
Blair woke up after what felt like an eternity. There was a blinding, white-hot pain on the right side of her head. Her nose was running, she wiped it with the bottom of her Green Day tank top (her father’s old t-shirt with the sleeves cut off) to find blood. She coughed and a light spray of blood decorated the back of her hand.
Something in my throat, she thought, there’s something in my throat!!! She began to cough more and more, which only resulted in more blood pouring out. My blood, she realized. Where am I?!? Everything was foggy, the last thing she remembered being touching that street lamp.
“Hello?!?” She called out, her eyes darting around the pitch-black somewhere. “Oh god,” she muttered “I’m dead” She laughed fearfully. She felt hot tears sting at the corners of her eyes. “I can’t be dead . . .” She laughed more. Her mother, her father, her turtle, her classes, her life “I CAN’T BE DEAD!!!” She howled, a rainfall of tears cascading down her sickly pale face.
Then, there was a dry cackle somewhere behind her. She snapped her head around to find where it was coming from. “Who are you?!?” She shouted into the abyss. The thing continued to cackle. She could smell it. It smelled like death.
“Not yet, my dear. B̸̧͖͇̖̥̲͚̬̝̟̏̈́́͜u̸̢̡̢̥̞̟̰̠̬͚͕̘̳̜̖̲̬͎̭̪̜̪͇̩͔̖̩̖̫̺͓̯̗̹̝̰̗̾̋̌͒́̌͗̊̑̐͌̌̉̑̅͛́̍́̋̍͐͗̓̂̿̍̌̔̋̽̀̉͗̈̆̚͠͝͝͝ͅͅţ̵̢̨̛̬̜͚͚̩̪̭̪̗͎͚̣̦̤͎̰͈̖̬̩̤̼̣̯̟̆͋̀͒̓͆͋̀̂͐̈́̎̂̀̋̇̔̓́̅͊̈́͊̅̇̕̕͘͜͝ ̸̢̛̩͎̻̹̯̯̜̣͕̮̮̫̲̙̗̈͒̇̊̈͋̈́͗̓̌̂͒̑̐͋̆̀͋͛̈̅͂͂͋̕͘y̸̢̧̨̛̘̘̞̲͈̩͓̥͚̠̗͈̘̘͓͗̓̋̎̈́̇̌͌͑͌̆̾́́͑̑͒̃̎̌̑̓̿̅̒̐̉̄̕͜͝ơ̴̢̪̯̬̫͕͔͓̲͖̝̮̙̲͈̹̝̺̬̦̞̫̗̮̜͎̲̰̅̈́̓̐̆̌̊͌̉͐̆̐̿̑́͋̒͒̈́̐̈́̆̅̂́͒͋̓̂̆̉̋̄̇͒̂̚̕̚͝͠͠͝ų̴̢̡̰̥͎͇̣͖̥͍̰͛̒̒͒͊̀͒̈́̋͊̈́̎̎̔̏̈́̊̄̂̍̔̈́͌̆̕͜͝ ̴̧̲͚̙̬̦̖͇̪͈͙͍̯͖̫̂͐̏̑̀̌̑̔̑̏̓̾̎̇̃̌̾́͋̐̕̕͜͜w̷̢̗̤̗̜͉̝̰̙̲̲̰̯̱̙̹̤̺͖̯̾̾͆̔̓̒͊̈́̕i̴̢̧̢̭̩͖̼̱̻̝̟̰̹̝̥͖͕͎͉͔̹̹̼͚̩̫͉̤̙̱̱͉̭̼̫̣̞̜̖̜͓͋͆̒̋́̈́̓̒̃̌̉̑͘͠l̸̨̢̡̨̼̝͖͎̦̰̞͖̬̮͖̱͇̦̱͖͚̱̮̲̙͍̟͇̥̗͖͈̪͖̥̲̾́̌̅̅̌̎̉͋̽̏͌͊̄̌̏̅̔̈̍͋͊̽͒̕͘̕͜͠l̵̨̨̧̹̺͚̯̺͇̳̖̙̜̩̲̬͕͕̤͙̲͈̹̘̠̱͖̤͍̱̆̇̊͐̿͊̅̄̈̇́̿͛́͒̒͊̚͜͝ͅ ̸̨̢̗͖͚̪͖̱̬̱̖̟̥̼̘̱̗̙̮̙̞͍͙͙̲͚͚̪̹̙̻̗͉̥̩̙̬̥̹̠̞̖̪͙͕̙͍͕͌̀̌̕͝b̶̨̢̢̢̛̲̩͕̞̱͚̺̰͕͓̳͇̮͓̰̲̜̹̝̹̘͎̠̣̗̰͕̳̲̝͙̟̪̭̳̗̦́̿̉́̾͊̆͋͛͊́̐͗͆̉͑̎͋͂̐̍̒͛̾̇̆̑̎͋̇̇̓̀̈́̓̆́̈̽̕͘̕͜͜͠͠͝͝͠ͅȩ̵̢̯̘̯̘͉̗̮͐̂̈̂͆̊̉̿̓́̾͗͂̓̃̎̆̊͗̅̆̅̍͒̽̌̈͂̽̈̌͒͑͆̌̾̚̚̚̕͝” The thing’s voice distorted, somehow. It was visible now. It looked like a vulture, a terrible, old, rotten vulture. Its wings spread and was about to lunge at Blair . . . But something stopped it. It froze, mid-pounce and looked up.
Blair stared at it, backing away in an attempt to escape it, but not quite sure if she could. She could taste more blood in her mouth, that awful, coppery taste. She could feel it running down her throat. She could feel her eyelids, hot on her eyes, she could feel her heart beating like it could fly away.
And then the thing dissolved. Out of thin air. Just — gone.
Blair sat on her knees and looked around, blinking in confusion. The blood came to a boiling point in her throat and she felt her stomach push everything up. There was a brief moment before when her mouth watered, and then she vomited a mix of blood and food. So much blood.
She looked up to find the black void crumbling, falling away. Her face twisted in confused terror and she backed up as far as she could, and then the floor (?) beneath her collapsed.
When she woke up, she sat up and screamed. She looked at her hands. The pain in her head was gone, the taste of blood was gone, the vomit on her chin was gone, and the blood on her tank top was gone. She was in her bed, in her dorm room, and the light in the bathroom was on.
The bathroom door flew open and out ran Alice, a towel rested on her still-dripping wet hair and a robe tied tight around her.
“Holy shit, you scared me!” She heaved, “You okay?” She asked as she sat down on the foot of Blair’s bed. Blair took a moment to look around the room, not sure whether she can trust reality anymore, then she looked back to Alice who wouldn’t be satisfied until she got an answer.
“Yeah,” Blair concluded, “I’m fine. Just a bad dream.” She smiled a reassuring smile. Alice’s face relaxed and she stood up, rubbing the towel in her hair in an attempt to dry it.
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They thought he was fine. They didn’t think that anything had actually happened down in that fucking basement. That Alex just scared himself because he always manages to do that before he does anything truly reckless.
But no, oh no. This time just had to be the time that the bastard actually did something. That fucking demon. Charlie knew. They’re not stupid. . . Well. . . Not completely. They could smell it, they knew it possessed him. They can’t do anything about it though. Only Theo knows how to exorcise demons, but Charlie knows that Alex doesn’t want anyone to know. Fuck. And they promised they wouldn’t tell anyone anything about what had happened that night.
It’s a double-edged sword— either break a promise and risk losing the trust of a friend forever, or break a promise and save his fucking life probably. And yes, that sounds insensitive, there should be an obvious answer, but what if it leaves him of its own merit? Demons do that sometimes and Charlie didn’t know the deal they had made. What if they’re making a mountain out of a molehill again? What if it’s not really that serious? That they’re just overreacting as they tend to do?
The one conclusion Charlie managed to draw was that life fucking sucks.
A few weeks had passed since the football game, since — no. Alex decided he didn’t need to think about that.
He looked in the mirror as he washed his hands, then decided he looked exhausted. Can’t have that. He left the water running and dried his hands, then took his glasses off and sat them beside the sink. He leaned over and splashed water on his face.
He looked in the mirror again. Better. He splashed some more water on his face for safe measure and turned the water off. He dried his face and put his glasses back on, then went back to his room.
“Xander honey, you should wear that new shirt that Aunt Jane got you last week!” Alex’s mother called from downstairs. Alex groaned at being called ‘Xander’. Xander, Xander, Xander. It sounds stupid—not to insult people named Xander. It just sounded stupid for him. Why did she even bother giving him a big, long name like ‘Alexander’ if she was just going to shorten it anyways? He expected everyone else to shorten it, but he’d thought that his own mother would have some dedication to the name. Oh well. It doesn’t matter.
He opened his closet and looked at the shirt. It was light brown. ‘Baby shit brown’ Alex could practically hear Charlie remarking in his head. God, he hated that he could do that. That he just knew what his friends would say, how they would act. Josh would awkwardly say ‘Um. . . It’s certainly a color.’ Whatever breakfast the school served that morning would be half hanging out of his mouth. Astro would eagerly agree with him, Astro agrees with everything Josh says. ‘It’s a nice shirt.’ Starlight would smile, her eyes would be darting around. A clear tell that she was lying, but didn’t want to upset her friend.
“You ready?” His mother smiled at him when he came downstairs. Alex smiled back.
“Yes ma’am.” He replied, trying to hide a disappointed sigh that had been building in his chest all morning. He wanted to scream and throw a fit and cry. But no. He wanted to reverse that stupid deal he had made.
Ever since that night, he’ll wake up sometimes, not even remembering when he had gone home. Not remembering that day. Not remembering. . . Anything, really. He only knows what happens when he’s in control. It’s like that thing sends him to some no-place whenever it controls him. Somewhere where the time flies and Alex reverts to nothing. Not alive, but not dead either.
“Well then, let’s go.” She said, grabbing her car keys. Alex remembered he had tried to ride the bus once in 8th grade, he had wanted to ride the bus for a long time. He thought the extra riding time was nice, calming. Listening to music and watching the outside pass in the mornings sounded great to him. But his mother didn’t want him to. ‘What if there’s a wreck? What if you get bullied? What if those children are dirty? What if you get dirty?’
Funny. It almost makes him think of Vul— that thing. He hates himself for even thinking it, but she does.
Alex shrugs. Maybe being a vessel for some ancient evil isn’t actually so bad. After all, it’s only one more person in his life who wants to control his every move, what’s so difficult about that?
Bandtober Day 4– The Reluctant Leader (I kinda failed at sticking to the prompt in favor of narrative cohesion but whatevsss)
@bricksandbirds ^^
Part Four: The Game
Where the fuck is that little dumbass?!? I would like to get off this shift sometime. Charlie thought as they handed a soda bottle to a woman whose name they didn’t bother remembering. The woman handed the bottle to the student that Charlie hoped to God didn’t initiate conversation with them, and walked away.
They cocked their head so they could get a better view of the scoreboard. Home-0, Guest-60. Goddamn, Charlie’s eyes squinted slightly at the utter shock of how poorly the home team was losing, has our football team scored a single point this year?!?
“Nachos!!!” The woman taking the Visitors orders called. Charlie looked over and saw the man in the back, who they figured to be about 50-55, quickly opening the crockpot with the cheese that smelled like snot inside. “Nachos!!!” The man replied, he stepped forward and handed them to Charlie. “Nachos.” They said, and handed them to the woman at the visitors side.
Charlie figured that it wasn’t as bad as they were making it out to be in their mind. They needed these service hours to fill in their quota for this semester, and God knows they weren’t going to help park cars.
‘BEEP’ The timer on the scoreboard hit 00:00 and a flood of cheerleaders, color guard, and band members rushed in. Charlie looked around, and at the back of the line, saw Starlight in an oversized shirt that read ‘Moonseville High Tigers Bleed Black And Green!!!’ And oversized blue jeans. The strands of hair that usually fall in front of her face were tied around her space buns in braids. Cute… Charlie caught themself thinking, then promptly pushed away that thought.
Beside her were Josh and Astro. Josh wearing his cheer uniform which he insisted to the coaches that they let him wear a girls’ one, and Astro in his band uniform. Astro and Josh were arguing about something, as evidenced by Astro’s ‘annoyed face’ and Starlight laughing at them. That laugh, filled with so much personality and energy, a laugh of pure joy. Sometimes, Charlie wished they had a laugh like that instead of an annoying one that everyone always makes fun of.
The three caught Charlie’s gaze and broke into their own grins and smiles, waving at them. Charlie smiled and waved back.
Charlie practically tripped over themself running up to get their friends’ orders just so that they could talk to them. They resisted the urge to greet them with ‘Faggots!!!’ With a stupid grin on their face, and instead went with
“Ew” Charlie cringed while making a face
“Ugh, who let you in here?” Josh crossed his arms, but they could see the corner of his mouth twitching to a smile. The four of them broke into laughter.
“What do you want?” Charlie asked, looking between them and the menu
“Three hamburgers, one cheese fry, one water, one Dr Pepper, one Sweet Tea, and one Hershey Bar.” Astro recited purely from memory. Charlie stared at him and blinked, taking in all of the information he had given them.
They turned so their voice could carry through the concession stand
“Three hamburgers, cheese fry, water, sweet tea, Dr Pepper, Hershey Bar!!!” They shouted, then turned back to the Freaks.
“Hey, isn’t Alex supposed to be here? It’s third quarter.” Starlight asked, curious
“Yeah, he was actually supposed to be here at halftime, too.” Charlie explained while scratching the back of their head.
The things they had ordered piled up in front of Charlie.
“Oh, here” Astro said, pulled a wad of one dollar bills out of his pocket and handing them to Charlie.
“Bye!” They all said to each other, then the three walked away. Charlie sighed, then decided to sign out and find Alex. They were only supposed to work first quarter to halftime anyway, this is bullshit. Bullshit that they’re worried because a 15-year old didn’t show up to work concessions for a Highschool football game on a cool, nice, October night. But Alex isn’t just some 15-year old. Alex would at least let Mrs. CB know that he wasn’t gonna show exactly a day before. She’d have taken his name off the roster and sent out an email asking for more Betas to work the stands. This no-show, no-warning thing was not Alex. “Bastard’s stealing my thing . . .” Charlie joked to themself as they headed towards the school, sniffing around for Alex’s familiar warm, sage-like scent.
If you asked them what following a scent was like, Charlie would respond with ‘Who are you?!? Fuck off.’, but it was sort of like in a video game whenever the player-character needs to reach a location and there’s a line on the ground leading them to it. It was possible to get turned around, but very unlikely. Unlikely enough to the point that, upon reaching the outside entrance to the school’s basement, sniffed the air more to assure themself that that’s where the scent truly, actually lead.
But there was another scent too. A scent whose sheer power caused some fur to emerge from Charlie’s human form and stand up straight on the back of their neck and back, prickled like a porcupine’s quills, sharp enough to tear up their old Moonseville High Beta crest t-shirt. It stunk like death, danger, Hell. Or rather, the realm that a certain collection of humans believed was Hell.
Charlie always found it amusing how humans and their religions were right about some stuff, but wrong about where exactly it came from and what exactly it demanded. Hell isn’t Hell, but rather a different realm. It’s quite difficult to fully explain, but it’s sort of like that saying ‘Two statements can co-exist’. Earth is a world of realms, but only the gifted can shift through them. The gifted being cryptids, monsters, and what humans think are demons and angels.
Demons and angels once co-existed in the same realm, but something happened and there was a war. The losers were banished from that realm and the angels go to keep it. The angels and demons live on the two realms at the bottom — the power realms — they’re so strong that if they visit the human’s realm in their true form, one alone could destroy it entirely within seconds. Angels tend to keep to themselves. They’re peaceful and, well, angelic. Demons are still pissy about losing the war. They want to wreak havoc on the human realm without actually causing serious damage, for some reason, so they possess people. Charlie still doesn’t understand how that works. How one can simply exit their vessel and take over another. But maybe they didn’t need to understand. Curiosity killed the cat, after all — although in this case, it would be the werewolf that curiosity killed. Charlie would have snickered at that if they weren’t so terrified by that smell.
They moved closer to the door, well, it’s more like a trapdoor with steps descending into the basement — sort of like an emergency entrance. They stopped, however, when they felt those familiar, feral, animalistic instincts creep into their head. Their wolf form had begun to emerge, big ears pointed towards the basement, wolf-nose twitching and sniffing the basement door, tail prickled like static and tucked firmly between their legs. They would be okay in their wolf form, but the wild animal inside had begun to emerge. They can’t take a step further, for they fear what they’ll do if the monster takes over.
Of course it was today of all days that they forgot to put on the charm necklace Theo had blessed. I’m just gonna start sleeping in that thing. Charlie made a mental note to put it on when they got home and only take it off to shower.
They backed away from the door, desperately not wanting to go in. They felt the animalistic urges fade and their wolf ears, snout, and tail withdraw and be replaced by their human parts. They needed Star. She’d know what to do. She’s smart. Really smart. And kind . . . And . . . Beautiful, no, divine. Charlie heard that in a song once. ‘Scary, my god, you’re divine’ or something like that. No, but Star worries a lot, she tends to worry too much. It sometimes doesn’t leave any room for rational thought, how much she worries. It’s not her fault, she just cares too much, Charlie figures. They don’t need Star, they want her.
Charlie cycled through who they could get to help them in their mind. Theo’s reactions are too slow, Cy’s like Star — he worries too much, Josh isn’t suited at all to face a demon, so that leaves . . . No, no, no! Charlie growled instinctively. No fucking way in the Milky Way are they teaming up with him.
They could hardly have a conversation with him because of that, or lack of that, eye. That missing eye, replaced by a screen one that can do things everyone wished their eyes could do anyway. Those awful, hideous claw marks that will surely scar his face for the rest of his body’s existence. That scar that they made. That replacement eye that they make as an apology because they were too much of a pathetic coward to come out with a simple ‘I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, I shouldn’t have hurt you like that, I should have known that you weren’t an asshole because it was in your nature, I did know. I did know, but I was too petty to consider it. I wanted revenge, I wanted you to feel pain. And I’m sorry.’ But they probably would have broken down, they can’t do that. They’re not a fucking baby and they’re not going to make everything about them and their emotions.
Astro needed help, and you just hurt him more. You’re lucky Star even looks your way. They told themself. You’re lucky anyone looks your way. Though they probably just look at you because they’re disgusted. Disgusted that someone so annoying and loud dares to even exist in their presence. You should really try shutting your fucking mouth sometimes, Charolette.
They backed away from the door even further. The sound of the football game crept into their ears and they looked over at the scoreboard. Home-0, Guest-70. They chuckled, trying to think of a snide remark to make about the football team, but nothing came. People might actually like you if you didn’t voice every single thought you had, you moron. The voice continued. Charlie wondered for a second if the demon had sensed their presence and was causing these antagonistic thoughts. A stupid consideration.
Charlie walked closer to the football game until they could see the home seats. About thirty more feet and they would be at the band seats, where everyone was. But they stopped halfway. Something overcame them. Some part of themself said No. Alex is in danger. Actual danger. This can’t wait on Cy probing for further information, Josh offering that maybe Gingerbread just dipped, Astro being disturbingly willing to go along, Theo trying to be rational but really wanting to go, and Star considering every option until she ultimately listens to Cy as she always does. Not her fault, not his either. He’s probably right anyways.
Charlie sighs the heaviest sigh they’d ever sighed in their life and whips back around. Without thinking, they sprint over to the basement, any fear or dread being quickly replaced by courage and protectiveness. If that demon hurt Alex . . . Nobody hurts Alex. He’s a silly little guy, he’s precious. He’s like an innocent little brother, despite him and the rest of the Freaks (excluding Theo and Cy) being the same age.
They throw the basement entrance open, a flurry of dust, candle smell, and that disgusting death smell fly out. They feel their human form morph into that of the wolf. Not full-wolf, but half, how they usually are. Only later would they reflect on how miraculous it was that they didn’t go full-monster.
“Oh, Gingerbread Man!!!” Charlie shouted in a sing-song voice, looking around the dark basement for Alex. Everything suddenly went silent. They heard a laugh, it was Alex’s voice.
‘CREEEEEAK!!!’ The outside entrance slammed shut, Charlie’s head followed their ears, whipping towards the noise. Their ears pointed towards the sounds of the floorboards creaking. Something moving towards them.
They looked over to where something was moving and saw . . . Alex. He looked like Alex, he almost smelled like Alex. Almost. Something was off. But Charlie didn’t want to let it know that they had caught onto that.
“Hey, Gingerbread Man.” Charlie broke into a grin that they hoped look real enough to Not-Alex. Not-Alex smiled calmly in return. It looked like Alex’s smile, but there was something insincere about it. Something almost sinister. “Whatchya doin’ down here?” They asked, looking around at the candles, the book, the slightly cracked glasses on the floor. Upon sight, Charlie pushed up their glasses.
“I think you dropped something, bro.” They said, pointing to Alex’s glasses. Not-Alex’s smile spread. “Oh, I didn’t notice.” He said formally. Too formally. He robotically bent down and picked them up, and as he placed them on his face, the death-smell went away completely. Alex’s face twisted in confusion and he looked at Charlie. He stumbled forward, Charlie caught him.
“You okay?!” Charlie pushed his shoulders away enough to get a good look at him. His chest was heaving up and down, his eyes filled with pure terror.
“I don’t- I- I’m—“ Tears brimmed in his eyes and he drew Charlie into a hug, his arms wrapped so tight around their back, they nearly lost their breath. Confused, they awkwardly patted his back.
“It’s okay, dude.” Charlie said, still confused but hiding it. “You don’t have to tell me.”
Alex considered it and figured that he wouldn’t. Nobody needed to know that he’d made a deal with a demon. Nobody needed to know why he was down there in the first place.
