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A Tall, lean looking man passes Issac as he walks down the hall to Keegan’s small apartment. He looks mean and smells of something familiar. Something like medication. You shouldn’t pay much attention to his nobody.

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TW: implied sexual abuse

Keegan couldn’t think, couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He just wanted all the noise in his brain to stop. He pulled at the cuffs that where holding him to his old bedpost, failing to get himself loose. Keegan could hear his dogs barking in the nearby closet of his small room and it was starting to give him a migraine.

"J-Just hold on-…Hold on, g-guys." He whispered towards the sounds, trying to calm them down. He didn’t want anyone coming back to quiet them.

His small apartment was a mess when you first walked in. Everything that had a place was thrown around the floor with little care to if it broke. His couch was shredded and from the small living room Issac would be able to hear the quiet clanking of the cuffs against the bed frame and Keegan hushing his dogs.

Keegan flinched as the door to his room was opened and he tried his best to curl in on his mostly naked form, falling silent, save for the heavy breathing raking from his lungs.

Keegan was a mess himself. His clothes where scattered around the room except his white tank, it was pushed up Keegan’s chest, not covering anything. He seemed to have a few fresh bruises on his lower legs and along his hips. There was a note messily scrawled on the corner of his bed.

Keegan went silent when Issac scolded him and on instinct, pulled tighter on the cuffs. He was trying desperately to calm down his breathing as he quietly shook. His eyes stayed closed as he opened up his raw hands.

"G-give them to me…" He whimpered and pulled in a shaky breath. Holding it in his chest. Silently praying for this to all be over.

He kept his eyes closed as he quickly pulled himself up to his shaky feet so he could stumble over to the closet, dropping the tools as he felt for anything that could tell him where he was, and fling the door open to his barking dogs. He fell to his knees and hugged them close. Pickles started whining and nuzzling unto Keegan's chest. While Doughnut licked frantically at his tear streaked cheeks.

A Tall, lean looking man passes Issac as he walks down the hall to Keegan’s small apartment. He looks mean and smells of something familiar. Something like medication. You shouldn’t pay much attention to his nobody.

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TW: implied sexual abuse

Keegan couldn’t think, couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He just wanted all the noise in his brain to stop. He pulled at the cuffs that where holding him to his old bedpost, failing to get himself loose. Keegan could hear his dogs barking in the nearby closet of his small room and it was starting to give him a migraine.

"J-Just hold on-…Hold on, g-guys." He whispered towards the sounds, trying to calm them down. He didn’t want anyone coming back to quiet them.

His small apartment was a mess when you first walked in. Everything that had a place was thrown around the floor with little care to if it broke. His couch was shredded and from the small living room Issac would be able to hear the quiet clanking of the cuffs against the bed frame and Keegan hushing his dogs.

Keegan flinched as the door to his room was opened and he tried his best to curl in on his mostly naked form, falling silent, save for the heavy breathing raking from his lungs.

Keegan was a mess himself. His clothes where scattered around the room except his white tank, it was pushed up Keegan’s chest, not covering anything. He seemed to have a few fresh bruises on his lower legs and along his hips. There was a note messily scrawled on the corner of his bed.

Keegan made a weak squeaking noise and flinched again when he felt someone get on the bed. His eyes shot open when he heard Issac’s voice before slamming shut and curling in on himself even more. 

"S-Sunshine?!" He stammered and pulled on his cuffs again, trying desperately to get loose, to hide. 

"P-p-please- No- Don’t…" Tears started to trickle from his eyes, that he tried to wipe away with his shoulder, as he pulled on the huffs again. He tried to slow down his breathing, trying not to ruin his new heart. 

"G-give them to me..." He whimpered and pulled in a shaky breath. Holding it in his chest. Silently praying for this to all be over.

Multiple Soul Mate AU 1: the world is grey but each time you meet one of your romantic/platonic soul mates, a new color is added into your life

Yellow, Red, and Blue.

Those were the three primary colors that Marco had learned in elementary school.

A Tall, lean looking man passes Issac as he walks down the hall to Keegan’s small apartment. He looks mean and smells of something familiar. Something like medication. You shouldn’t pay much attention to his nobody.

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TW: implied sexual abuse

Keegan couldn’t think, couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He just wanted all the noise in his brain to stop. He pulled at the cuffs that where holding him to his old bedpost, failing to get himself loose. Keegan could hear his dogs barking in the nearby closet of his small room and it was starting to give him a migraine.

"J-Just hold on-…Hold on, g-guys." He whispered towards the sounds, trying to calm them down. He didn’t want anyone coming back to quiet them.

His small apartment was a mess when you first walked in. Everything that had a place was thrown around the floor with little care to if it broke. His couch was shredded and from the small living room Issac would be able to hear the quiet clanking of the cuffs against the bed frame and Keegan hushing his dogs.

Keegan flinched as the door to his room was opened and he tried his best to curl in on his mostly naked form, falling silent, save for the heavy breathing raking from his lungs.

Keegan was a mess himself. His clothes where scattered around the room except his white tank, it was pushed up Keegan’s chest, not covering anything. He seemed to have a few fresh bruises on his lower legs and along his hips. There was a note messily scrawled on the corner of his bed.

Isaac knows something is wrong the moment he approaches the apartment’s door and hears the dogs barking. The knot in his stomach twists as he gets the keys out- the keys that Keegan gave to him the moment he moved in- and, with shaking hands, shoves the key into the lock and turns. 

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He feels like he might be sick. The house is a mess, the couch is torn, stuffing and cushioning sticking out here and there. It looks like a natural disaster tore through here, and Keegan is nowhere to be seen. He hears clanking coming from the next room over and, dropping everything he’s brought, he hurries in-

"S-Sunshine?!" He stammered and pulled on his cuffs again, trying desperately to get loose, to hide. 

"P-p-please- No- Don't..." Tears started to trickle from his eyes, that he tried to wipe away with his shoulder, as he pulled on the huffs again. He tried to slow down his breathing, trying not to ruin his new heart. 

"Hmm…I wonder where everyone is…" Gerard mused, walking around the school. He had found his dorm earlier and decided to rest, instead of going to the lunch room. He finally decided to get up and go to the lunch room, wanting to meet some other people. 

"Hello? Anyone in here?" He called, looking around the lunch room. Would you go and talk to this kid?