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The deafening silence in the dark hallway was broken only by your heavy breathing and the rapid beating of your heart. You lean up against the wall trying to catch your breath. You had been running from Gamzee.  His deep purple eyes, usually so peaceful, had seemed dark and menacing. Tears stream down your face as you think about what had happened to your friends; the colors of their blood had stained his clubs, their heads cut off and put on pedestals.  You don’t know what happened to make the high-blooded troll fly of the handle. He was usually so sweet, with his clown make-up and his fixation on miracles.   HONK You nearly scream at

i took your garden key and grew roses in your backyard. the summer is so hot it burns, but i like to think that i am a knockout in this leather jacket. i do my make-up to make me look like lily of the valley, like sunflower ends and the tips of matchsticks. with a laugh curdling at the ends, i frequent the local pub on karaoke nights. i get off to the sounds of murder, sometimes i find a pretty vampire girl and i press her against the back-alley wall, leave her with a hickey for once. my knuckles are mountain ridges, which has been said before, but i mean it in a voodoo way. when i bite soft on them avalanches roar like a promise. last f

Nescient | 'nεsιənt | lacking knowledge; ignorant. i.e He’s nescient to the way you gaze at him in the office. He’s nescient to how you know he likes six sugar cubes in his cup. Nescient to the reason why the coffeemaker isn’t out of grinded coffee after not refilling it for months. Nescient to why his mug is always clean, on his desk. Nescient to the way that you care about him. Professor Augustine Sycamore is late today; today, of all days, the day when his old students are scheduled to arrive. You’re leaning on your desk, glow from your computer straining your eyes, but you don’t care. You ju

(Name) sat still, staring at the little skeleton next to her. His name was Sans. Yes, he was fairly small. But he was definitely strong. Why he had her attention? She was eating some pocky that she got from Toriel. It was a Christmas gift. Sans was staring at it. Finally (name) just laughed and took out another piece. "Hey, Sans. Want to play a game?" "Alright...? What kind of game?" "It's called the pocky game. We each put an end of the pocky in our mouths and we try to get to the middle. The one who chickens out first is the loser." Sans smirked. "Sounds fun." (Name) did this because she knew that he was a sore loser. He would do anything t