rey-the-killer

You quickly check your cellphone for the time. Your eyes nervously scan the busy street as you clutch the end of your dress, bunching it up slightly. 'H-He said here, right?' You question yourself as you look at the time once again. "[Name]." You almost jump out of your skin before turning around to see Levi standing behind you, both hands stuffed into his pants pocket. You quickly walk over to him, a light blush covering your cheeks from your reaction. 'H-How embarrassing...' "Come on." He says somewhat coldly. You can feel the chill pierce your skin in the warm summer night. You try to keep up to his fast paced walk as he strides down the

"Bro! You coming or what?!", you yelled down the hall as you were tapping your foot and looking at the time. "Y'all always late!" "(N-name's) right. Y-you guys should hurry!", your brother Mathew tried to help you speed up your other brothers out but unfortunately wasn't as loud as you. Your oldest brother, Francis came down the hall then pats you on the head. "You can calm down you know. I know what time it is" "The get the fuck out your room! You already up! What the hell do you guys be doing?!" He rolls his eyes. "Well I'm sorry mom" "(name)! You're always yelling in the morning!", Alfred, Mathew's twin, complained. "If I didn't yell

~Next day!~ Today was a school day. Gilbert had no cramps but was still bleeding so at the last minute, he decided he didn't want to go to school. Which wasn't a very good time since all of them were late waking up. They probably wouldn't have even gotten up if Mathew didn't wake up by accident at six forty-five. There was a huge scramble to the bathrooms, no one had breakfast, and they all had to pitch in to get Alfred up. It was a very rough morning for the four of them. Francis and Mathew went to talk him into going. "I-I don't wanna" "Why not?", Matt sat next to him on your bed. "E-everybody's gonna make fun of me" "...Why would they

"{Name}… You… How could you do this to me...?" Switzerland's sharp mint green eyes were dulled and downcast, his eyebrows furrowed in what seemed like concentration, or a tight lidded rage. His hands shook minutely, something your averted eyes did not catch. You pushed yourself further into the worn-out love-seat, desperately trying to hide from his view. You hugged yourself as surprised tears began to well up and the guilt deep inside you makes it harder for you to breathe, "S-Switzerland... Y-You know I never meant to-" "Never meant to do it?" Switzerland's glaringly blank eyes gaze into yours. You somehow held your heavy br

She fell in love with him through his clocks. They were the first thing that caught her eye in the market her first day in Bern. It was not the smells that wafted through the crowded streets that called to her; it was not the lively music that attracted her attention; no, it was the lacquered brown of a cuckoo clock that drew her (e/c) eyes to his wares. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Soft, in sync beating of the internal gears beckoned her closer. There were other clocks, too—silver pocket watches meant for those richer than she. The closer her feet took her to his stall, the faster her heartbeat went. When she was at his stall at last, a

The skirts of your blue ball gown brushed against the marble floor as you descended the steps. At the bottom your father was talking to a young man you had never met. He had blond hair that was slightly slicked back, a few strands escaping. Below his hair line he had the largest eyebrows you had ever seen, but they seemed to fit his face quite nicely. His eyes were the same green as the grass growing outside and when they met yours you smiled politely. All in all the man was quite handsome. Your father's voice brought you out of your inspection of the man, "Awww _____. This is Duke Arthur Kirkland." The blond man bowed and you curtsied in r

{Reader’s POV}        Photo after photo of Jack filled the computer screen, the scrollbar appearing tiny due to the sheer number of them as I slowly scrolled through the file. Some featured Jack wearing his mask while others had it removed, showing his eyeless sockets and razor-sharp teeth. On impulse I changed the settings so the photos were arranged by date, and the thumbnails instantly rearranged so the oldest were at the top. Arranged chronologically, I could slowly start to see a story unfold.         At first, Jack was defiant. The very first photo showed him unconscious in the back of the pickup truck, duct tape covering his m

         Silence reigned as Hoody stood inside the abandoned church, leaning against the artificial wall on the side of the altar used to hide the door leading to the small neighboring chapel. His eyes were closed, fingering a thick marker in his pocket.         Knock, knock.         His eyes popped open at the sound of knuckles rapping on a plaster wall two times. Soft footsteps padded out of the room, and only when he heard the creak of the chamber’s giant doors swinging shut did he finally depart his hiding spot. Dust covered nearly everything in the chamber, from the pews to the table on the altar. He headed straight for the pew