aight wwyd lmt
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Destopur[OP]
03.03.2021 01:26
Linksince there was no other wwyd ideas theres just this
inspired by https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5syJZTCgCQ
onto the typing
youre laying in your bed, you cant sleep, you gaze at your open door, you know exactly how many steps it takes to get from your door, to your bed. "10 steps.." you mutter to yourself as you close your eyes, you suddenly hear some footsteps in the hallway, you could tell that they were in the doorway, you hear footsteps, 1....2...3....4.... getting closer... 5....6....7....8....9................
10....
it was right next to you. you feel a hand, caress the blanket you were covered in, and he kneeled down, you could hear the soft thud, ``open your eyes...`` you hear it, obviously male, deep, raspy, insane, he continued to say things like ``i know youre awake...``, ``open your eyes....``, ``tell me what i look like...``, ``do you think im handome...?``, ``open your eyes..`` he spoke with a soft tone, still sounding insane
Destopur[OP]
03.03.2021 01:27
Linkuse an OC, dont comment on my chain, if i dont wanna rp with you then i wont reply to you, dust is the OC used here, his sexuality is unknown. though im pretty sure gay
I can't tell if the dude in the game is trying to be romantic or intimidating,,)
Lo slowly opened his eyes and sat up. His eyes oozed out a pitch black substance and he slowly touched his face and titled his head a bit, "...you have... a nice.. face..." he smiled in a creepy way, "your voice...familiar... perhaps.. i know you..." his smiled disappeared as he felt his facial hair, "no.... I do not remember you..."
nah its fine,,)
he moved his hair from his eyes, touching some of his hair and playing with it, "may I... ask some.. questions perhaps?.. I want to guess.. how you look.. after that.. I will say weather you are handsome or not.."
Lo is technically blind,, he can revert his eyes back to normal,, but its very time consuming and it drains him a lot,,)
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He eagerly smiled and let go of his hair, "...are you blonde?.. I also know you have facial hair..."
his smile soon became a frown, "...blondies... hate them.... what about.. your eyes?... why do you cover them?.. are you scared someone will.. see them?..."
"..long hair... beautiful of course... now.. what about.. your name?.." he slowly trailed his hand to his head and patted it-
His smile returned, "dust... what a... nice name for someone.. like you.." he slowly got up sat next to him, "...nice to meet you dust..."
his smiled widened, "the names... Lo.. its a nickname a friend.. gave me.."
"..why thank you... you knew I lived here didn't you... is that you came here?.." he didn't trust dust at all, having a feeling he would try to attack him
he got up and walked to him, "like.. others?.. you've done this many times.. haven't you.."
"..why do you kill others?.. have they.. made fun of you or try to hurt you?.."
"oh.. alright.. im not the type to kill for fun.. i hunt people like you.... they have the best.. flavor.." he looked at him, "but... i won't eat you... i doubt you have.. much to offer.."
he was about to say something else, but he looked out the window, "...see you soon.. new friend.."
uh- timeskip??)
he continued nomming on the scientist, making sure no one would try to steal his food
He looked at him, "greetings dust... its been a while since we've seen each other.."
"...no response huh... alright then.. be that way.." he turned around and continued to nom on the dead scientist
his face got a soft blush of green, "o-oh.. alright then.. but.. how does no one catch you?"
"..but.. your not a magician now.. if you were.. you'd have a obnoxious top hat and a cap with white gloves.. or something.."
"..sure you can tell me if you want to.. I won't force you or anything heh.." he finished the body, leaving the skeleton clean
He explained how he buried his bodies, how he buried a dead animal carcass, like a deer or something, above the body, so when people have the sniffer dogs, they think it's just a false alarm when they uncover the body
How he explained not getting caught, was that he chooses his victims wisely, not people ofimportance, people who wouldnt be remembered, and the fact that he could teleport
He seemed very interested in what he had to say, not looking away for a second and staying still and quiet as a mouse
He seemed to just admire how he explained it, "w-woah.. thats so cool.. I can't believe you get away with it!"
"oh really? Do you kill every victim in different ways or the same one?"
"oh.. lets say for instance... your pissed.. how would you kill a victim?"
"..well.. m-maybe you will feel what its like to be happy one day.."
Alrighto
The young man with let out a soft groan as he shifted in his sleep, confused as apsolute hell. His eyes fluttered open only to meet the strong mans gaze and his eyes widened, he almost immediately tried to slide away on his back. The man had dusty, silver hair that fell into his face, some goat ears and what looked like black ram horns that curled around his ears. He furrowed his brows, still seeming stunned.
He continued to stare, his blond hair covering most of his eyes, his eyes seeming to glow in the dark room, on the right eye, white, purple, and cyan, the left, a small white speck, he was smiling widely, grinning from ear to ear, some blood splattered on his face, tilting his yellow beard a soft red
The blood only scared him more and he let out a shriek, instinctively, he gave the man a rough kick right to his nose and his eyes squeezed shut out of fear, he curled up after kicking him and tugged the covers over his head.
After a few moments of silence, he peered out from his blanket and looked down st the man cautiously, his eyes were shocked as he watched him, before he frowned. E sat up in his bed and sighed softly, A stupid guilt in his chest for kicking him despite the fact that the stranger was leaning over his bed and had broken in his house.
He was still unconscious, his breathing normal, his hoodie had fallen off in the process of him falling to the floor, he had beautiful long blonde hair, tied in a lazy bun, with a blonde beard, that didnt look like he cared for it, as well as a bloody and bruised nose
He frowned as he stared down and with a sigh, he pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and got down on his knees beside the man. His hand went to his forehead to make sure he wasn't growing too hot and his cheeks dusted red at the sight of the man, passed out on his bedroom floor. He gently moved some free strands of hair out of his face before he grabbed his t shirt on the floor, and used it to start cleaning up his bloodied nose.
He couldn't help bit smile as he wiped away the blood. He sighed softly and got up. His hands slid under his arms and with a heave, he tried to drag him over to hos bed so he would have a propor place to rest, but barely managed to move him at all.
The little guy let out am irritated huff as his weak ass could barely move him, and he sure ass **** wasn't gonna roll the poor guy. He frowned and grabbed a pillow, slipping it under his head before he grabbed one of his thicker blankets, and laid it over him.
He knew it would be odd to wake up to, but he tugged another blanket over amd sighed, laying down besode him. He frowned, feeling quite bad.
He frowned as he watched him and moved some of his blonde hair out of his face.
He blushed gently and stared down AR him, before he sighed, curling up against him.
He had moved on top of him, now choking him out with both hands, his eyes now visible, they were cyan, white, and purple, in one eye, and just a really small speck of white in the other, he appeared to have been crying, blood smeared on his face, he looked a bit scared, shocked, with a big smile on his face, a bit shaky
K I n k y-)
He suddenly stopped everything, crying, laughing, choking, he looked light headed, falling to the side, onto the floor, passing out, on top a transparent figure of a mans head, and hands, with a scarf that seemed to fade into nothing, shaking his head at dust
borf borf))
"Fine then, be like that," he sighed, walking out. He soon returned with books and glasses cause ya boy can't read without them. "Ain't leavin till you stop sulking," he said simply, sitting with his back against the cement wall, making sure to stay close to the cage but not enough for the silver to burn him.
he'd curled a little more, shaking moreat the dreams, his tail tucked. By the booklight that he now had, it had been apparent he'd woken up multiple times during the night and tried to read till morning. When the shaking made him lean off balance and into the silver, he yelped out, his skin hissing from contact with the silver. He sat up rather quickly