#vecnaaone

“You…I remember you. Not looking like that, of course, but….your voice.” Billy’s own voice shook when he spoke, colored by a mix of fear, dread, and rage. “How could I forget?” he growled. “How could I possibly not recognize the voice that invaded my head and used my body as a tool for murder? It hasn’t even been a full year!” He shuddered, caught between his fight or flight impulses. Part of him really just wanted to slug the monster in front of him; the other half recognized at least part of the danger he was currently in, and wanted to bolt in the complete opposite direction. Unable to decide, however, the buff blond remained frozen stationary, staring down his personal nightmare.

Between Jonathan's increasing distance and finding herself drawn into all kinds of danger, it seemed like most days of late weren’t really her day, but none more so than today. Having narrowly escaped what they were calling Vecna’s curse only out of sheer kindness on his behalf, Nancy, exhausted, had retreated with the others to the comfort and safety of Max’s home for the rest of the night. She was still processing the horrifying experience, very much believing she could have died or had now been marked for death in some way as an alternative to Max, all while trying to make sense of the vision, this message, bestowed unto her. As one might expect, sleep did not come easy to her that night.

Nancy had crept away while everyone else got some much needed rest and stepped out onto the tiny porch for some air, suffocating under the pressure of resurfaced guilt and a newfound dread. She’d been there for some time, sitting on the steps there with her knees drawn to her chest and plagued by thoughts she wished would just go away, when a voice she later recognised as Billy’s startled her out of them. They’d never really spoken much, even after everything that happened at Starcourt, and Nancy couldn’t tell if he was being derisive or not. She hastily wiped at her cheeks, erasing any traces of tears long since dried down, though her eyes were of course puffy and bloodshot.

an uneasy feeling settled over robin. the lights flickered in the video store. she looked around, noting steve was gone. odd but nothing that screamed wrong was popping out at her. she supposed the power must've been faulty.

she continued with her task of putting the tapes away to their designated shelves, only stopping when she heard footsteps. "hey, steve, can you check the pow.." she trailed off as she turned to face the other, who was in fact, not steve and not a customer.

Fred doesn't know where he is, all he knows is that he needs to keep running, away from that thing, whatever it is, wherever it is. If that thing catches up with him again, he's screwed. He's not sure how he knows that, but he just does, it's a gut feeling that he can't shake, curdling in the pit of his belly like a poison.

no. no, no, no, please—no.

her whole body freezes for a moment—shatters. one breath, two, then a thousand as she struggles not to choke, not to scream, not to fall onto her knees in fear of what's to come. of whatever horror he has ready for her the minute she turns back to face him. how—how did he trapped her? she rushes to think. how, did this happen when all of them had been so careful with their plan; mindful of every possibility.

is—is there a chance for her? a second escape from his domain? her heart refuses to even consider it, at first. the darkest part of herself reminding her she’s not like her new friends—not bold like max, skilled like nancy, strong, smart, or experienced as they had proved to be. no, she’s just her. weak, helpless her. a casualty that shouldn’t have made it this far ( yet she did ). tears gathering in her eyes, and for a moment, she’s ready to give up. ready—to fulfill the part that had been written for her. shaking—chrissy presses her lips and eyes shut, far from ready to see him again but knowing he’ll make her if she’d even try to resist, and it’s so hard not to resist.

but wait… wait. what if this was not the end? the group had to be out there and they had managed to bring back max once, they talked about it. yes! if only someone reached just in time, if only someone played her record before it was too late. ❝ what are you— ❞ she forces herself to talk, barely any sound in that strangled gasp that left her mouth. quick, go on. try something, anything. ❝ i don’t know what you mean! what could i possibly do— ❞ to help, to be of any importance for whatever end he’s pursuing against their world.

@vecnaaone​​ asked “[Henry Creel - Renewed Form AU] ❛ at every moment in our life, we have one foot in a fairytale & the other in the abyss. ❜” | Accepting!

@vecnaaone​​ asked “[Vampire AU - Eddie] ❛ what on earth… have i become? ❜” | Accepting!