WWYD LMT

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Uki666[OP]
27.12.2020 01:33
LinkAU where Lucas never stabbed Cheshire.
So, your OC is friends with Lucas, who just got a new boyfriend. As the days go by, Your OC starts seeing less and less of him till he completely disappeared. A few months later, your OC answers the door to find Lucas standing there. He had scars and bruises all over his bpdy, and he was trembling. He had dark circles under.his eyes.
Dagon:... where?- oh- hey-... Lucas... hey are you ok? What’s wrong?
They never met since he don’t have knife?🥺))
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Ok- he’s not that cruel- I mean- sometimes he would forget- but I don’t think he wouldn’t feed him to make him suffer-))
Dagon:..... come here- *he sat him down at the table and served him eggs pancakes and bacon* there. Eat up^^
Chatte:*he got his plate and left, not really wanting to be around anyone*
Dagon: by god, you’re so stupid! Chatte likes you! He’s been wanting nothing but to spend time with you! And you just ignore him!
Montgomery: well how the **** was I supposed to know!? Even if I did, I don’t like him back! He’s a good friend but I just don’t like him that was!
Dagon: THEN STOP FLIRTING WITH HIM!!! STOP LEADING HIM ON!!!
Summer: Lucas!
she grabbed hold of Lucas and led him to the couch.
Summer: Are you okay? Who did this? Was it your boyfirend? I'll kill him I swear.
(usin the dude attached —>)
“Hey- dude, are you okay?? I haven’t seen you in forever, where have you been?? What happened to you???” His mind racing, Jes tried to think of someone capable of something as utterly heartbreaking as what he saw.
Jes led him to the living room, sitting down and patting the spot on the couch next to him, motioning for Lucas to sit down. “Him?? What do you mean hi-“ His face paled with understanding, and the next part he spoke more quietly. “Oh. Him, as in your boyfriend.” He glanced up at Lucas as if to confirm this.
Jes stood up abruptly and started to pace. “****, I want to kill him,” he muttered under his breath, almost too quietly for Lucas to hear. He looked at Lucas where he sat on the couch, his eyes full of pain and rage as he saw his friend there, bruises all up and down his body. Jes shuddered again. “****,” he repeated.
Jes stopped pacing for a second and made eye contact. His shoulders relaxed a touch, almost as if all of his nervous energy had been drained. He rubbed his face and sighed. “Do you,” Jes paused and thought about what he was going to say. “Do you need anything?? Food, water, a blanket, clean clothes??? Do you want to stay here for a little while?”
Jes’s expression softened. “No, no, don’t worry about that at all. Anything, anything you need, you can have.” He glanced into the kitchen and up the stairs, as if unsure where to go first. “I’ll fix you something to eat- anything you want in particular? any allergies?” Pausing for a second, he continued before Lucas could say anything. “And you can grab some clean clothes and towel from the closet in my room, it’s up the stairs and the first door to the left. You should take a shower, maybe you’ll feel a bit better. I’ll set up the guest bedroom for you.” He sighed and murmured quietly, “Thank god Mom and Dad aren’t home.”
Jes watched him with concern, before turning around and letting himself fall onto the couch. He rubbed his face. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit. What even /happened/ to him??” Jes sighed and stood up, ignoring the fatigue in his bones.
Striding up the stairs, he grabbed some clean sheets and a blanket from the laundry room before setting up the room across from his. He turned the heat up in the house a little bit, and then went back downstairs to make Lucas a quick meal. “I hope he likes mac n cheese,” Jes chuckled to himself a bit. “I ain’t much of a cook and that’s all I really know how to make.” He glanced at the clock, yawning, noting that it unsurprisingly was 2.41 am already.
“Alright! Good.”
He walked over to the stove, feeling the pot to see whether or not it would need to be warmed up. Apparently deciding that it was an acceptable temperature, he grabbed a plate and dished out a generous helping for Lucas. He walked back over to the counter and motioned for him to sit as he placed the plate down. “Do you want anything to drink?” He awkwardly hovered in between the counter and the refrigerator.
Henry grabbed some pills-
take these, it'll knock you out so I can get too work. My great great.....Great uncle had many books on this stuff, my mom said he would dissect people sometimes which is creepy and all but it gives you a closer perspective on medical things.
(So I like linking all my ocs if ya cant tell-)