chronicks

B⃨A⃨I⃨E⃨—S⃨A⃨I⃨N⃨T⃨—P⃨A⃨U⃨L⃨.   early 2000s.
          	stuck in a small town in quebec,   working a dead end job. nikolas finlayson DESPERATELY needed something to spark up his life.   or the therapist told him.
          	
          	he wakes up,   gets ready for work,   eats,   goes to work,   comes home,   eats,   sleep.   it's a loop,   every single day is torture as he desperately wishes for an out.
          	
          	during a night shift,   he notices a man at the corner of his eye,   watching him from an aisle.   it causes the hairs on his neck to raise,   fear runs down his spine as he looks away.   a customer was all he was.   nik looks up,   asking if he needed any help but he was gone.
          	
          	

chronicks

H⃨E⃨ W⃨A⃨K⃨E⃨S⃨ T⃨O⃨ T⃨H⃨E⃨ S⃨I⃨G⃨H⃨T⃨ O⃨F⃨ A⃨ C⃨A⃨M⃨P⃨I⃨R⃨E⃨.⃨
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chronicks

H⃨I⃨S⃨ L⃨U⃨N⃨G⃨S⃨ B⃨U⃨R⃨N⃨.⃨. as he runs through the empty parking lot,   the street lamps flickering as the man runs after him.   
          	  
          	  it's a hallucination.   you're okay.   you'll snap back to reality soon.   you'll—
          	  
          	  he trips and falls to the ground,   hitting his head on the concrete.   his vision comes and goes as he tries to crawl away.   the footsteps behind him becoming louder and louder.   another crunch and a scream is ripped from his throat,   a boot slowly being lifted from his hand. 
          	  
          	  the man flips him over and raises a knife,   bringing it down.
          	  
          	  he passes out before the knife hits—   waking up,   dazed and confused.
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chronicks

T⃨O⃨N⃨I⃨G⃨H⃨T⃨ I⃨S⃨ D⃨I⃨F⃨F⃨E⃨R⃨E⃨N⃨T⃨.⃨.   the man is there again,   at the same exact time but nikolas ignores him.   he's a hallucination,   he isn't real.   if he was real,   he would speak to nikolas,   answer his questions,   approach him.
          	  
          	  except,   a few minutes of ignoring the man,   he's yanked across the counter and crashes to the ground with a sickening thud.   his world spins as he grabs his head,   nose bleeding.   
          	  
          	  on top of him,   the man stands,   staring at him with an angry look.   he speaks in tongues— hard to understand him in the jumbled words that spill out of his mouth.   
          	  
          	  every part of his body is lighting up,   spotting the knife in the man's hand.   with as much strength as he can muster,   he kicks the legs of the man,    knocking him to the floor before getting up and running out of the store.
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updownoverout

i   apologise   if   i   scared   you.    are    you   alright?

updownoverout

@chronicks •••   you   hitting   me   hard   would   be   a   miracle   that   god   would   have   to   make   single-handedly   happen.   you   have   a   tendency   to   be   frightened,   though.    i   was   not   even   in   someone   else's   form...
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chronicks

comfort of the v⃨o⃨i⃨d⃨ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤᝯㅤㅤ ㅤ     @updownoverout
            yeah—   yeah i'm fine.   you just caught me by surprise  ..  really wasn't expecting it.   i—   didn't hit you too hard did i?
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killrcallz

[ another survivor had throught it would be a good idea to set one of the old buildings on fire while dean was inside . dean had no idea what was coming until a large wall of flames burst out in front of him . he cried out in pure terror , falling back onto the ground and scrambling away . panic seeped into his skin , his breathing growing erratic . tears blurred his vision , his body trembling as he tried to look for an exit . he couldn't see , breathe and his ears were ringing . he curled up , softly sobbing against his knees . he was too afraid to move . ]

killrcallz

[ dean leaned into nik's touch , rubbing his chest in pain . he gently hugged nik's free arm against him , burying his face in his arm . he seemed to be finally calming down despite his wheezing and coughing . ] i .. i was looking for other surivivors . they lured me in and set the place on fire with me inside . i ― .. i thought i was going to die again . i hate fire , it terrifies me .. i'm in your debt , nikky . [ he whispered , gently rubbing circles in nik's arm . ]
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chronicks

comfort of the v⃨o⃨i⃨d⃨ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤᝯㅤㅤ ㅤ     @killrcallz
            With a hesitant hand,   Nik reaches out and lightly rubs circles along his back.   Unsure of how to quite help the pain.   Though,   he knows it is temporary and that when they wake up,   it will be gone.   "It's okay—   we're okay now.   Safe."   Is all he says,   watching the small movements with a frown.   The gates should be opened soon,   hopefully the others that came with him were working on the generators.   It meant that Dean would be able to go back to normal faster;   instead of being stuck dealing with the after effects of dealing with the smoke they inhaled.   "Why were you in there—?"
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killrcallz

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[ dean watched nik sit down before settling down in front of him . he shifted himself so that he could rest against nik's chest , shakily exhaling . he took a moment before he answered , rubbing his face . ] i ― i don't think so . i wasn't paying attention . my back hurts from the landing mostly . [ he mumbled , closing his eyes . he coughed hard for a moment , holding his chest . ] fuck ― ow .. thank you , nikky .
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killrcallz

[ something was .. different today . dean just didn't seem like his usual cocky , violent self . he was the chosen killer for the night yet , he did nothing . he stalked around , dragging his knife along surfaces . survivors ran past him with no issues . he hadn't even hooked anyone and it's been nearly a half an hour . he didn't even chase down nik like he usually did . it was hard to tell how he was feeling or what he was thinking with that damn mask on but there was something definitely off . ]

killrcallz

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[ dean sighs softly , running his fingers down his face . he let his hands drop onto his lap , tilting his head back . ] it's an off day , honestly it might be a depressive episode . i'm also struggling with my looks today . [ bringing a hand through his hair , he lays back on the wall . ] i know i'm a killer and a bad guy but i'm still human . sometimes even assholes like me have bad days . but yeah , the other survivors find joy in fucking with me when i don't fight back i suppose . [ looking over at nik , he fell silent and just stared at him . ]
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chronicks

comfort of the v⃨o⃨i⃨d⃨ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤᝯㅤㅤ ㅤ     @killrcallz
            (   judging by the situation,   he was likely telling the truth.   for once,   he doesn't run away and steps out from behind the tree and carefully approaches.   keeping a sizeable distance away from him,   just in case.   )   bad day or..   something happened?   ..   i guess i get the whole tired thing  ..  and annoyed.   i—   i saw you get hit with those pallets a couple times  ..
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killrcallz

i just don't feel like it today . i'm honestly tired and annoyed . do want you want , nikky , you've got free reign today . [ dean shrugged , resting his head in his hands . he wasn't even holding his knife anymore . it was like dean's usual personality was completely sucked out of him . ]
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killrcallz

nikky why don't you love me ? i give you kisses and stuff ..

killrcallz

[ dean seemed a bit confused , rubbing subconscious circles in his shoulder with his thumb . ] doing what to you ?
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chronicks

comfort of the v⃨o⃨i⃨d⃨ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤᝯㅤㅤ ㅤ     @killrcallz
            (   the sting is enough to get his adrenaline rushing again,   just enough to look up at the masked guy.   )   weird—   crazy.   whatever.   i don't care—   why are you doing this to me?
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killrcallz

[ dean holds nik against him , tilting his head . he shrugged , resting his hand against the wound and applying light pressure trying to surpress the bleeding . ] i'm a serial killer , nikky . i'm not weird , i'm crazy .
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puckshe

hey,   it’s  just  me.     you  alright?   

puckshe

hell.      (   ..   )    i  don’t  know  actually,     but  i’d  rather  be  anywhere  else.     you  look   ordinary  though,      not  saying  that’s  a  bad  thing.     just    ..    the   other   survivors   look  a  lot   more    bad  ass.    
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chronicks

comfort of the v⃨o⃨i⃨d⃨ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤᝯㅤㅤ ㅤ     @satirels
            ..   nik.   it's nice to meet you santana.   (   it's awkward,   he spares a glance at them,   looking away almost immediately.   hands reach up to grab his hood,   pulling his safety net back on.   )   what is this— ?
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puckshe

uh,   santana.   (    taking  a  seat  next  to  him,  they  lean  back  on  the  palm  of  their  hands.  )    you  must  be  new  to  this..   what’s  your  name?  
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killrcallz

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[ it didn't take long for dean to find nik , it was quite easy actually . he just had to follow the blood trail . ] i suppose that cut i left on you really screwed you , huh ? sorry nik , you're so fun to mess with . [ the masked fucker taunted , his gloved hand pressed against the back of nik's neck , holding him against a wall . ] you make this far too easy , y'know ? it almost makes me feel bad for chasin' ya .

killrcallz

@chronicks 
            
            mmm .. you should make it up to me somehow . [ dean said , a grin spreading across his face . he massaged nik's neck with his gloved fingers , enjoying nik's internal struggle . ] i mean , you spat at me . that hurt my feelings , nikky .
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chronicks

comfort of the v⃨o⃨i⃨d⃨ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤᝯㅤㅤ ㅤ     @killrcallz
            (   the threatening feel of the gloved hand on his neck;   it has him swallowing back the bile that rises.   )   i—   i don't know okay—   it just happened all so fast.   (   a pathetic attempt at an explanation;   he really isn't sure why he decided to act bold in the face of the guy who would torture him regardless.   )
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killrcallz

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there you go nikky , now you're getting it . [ dean smirked and kissed his head . sick bastard , stop being so tender . he moved his hand down to nik's neck and rested it there , not choking him yet . ] so nikky , you wanna explain to me why you decided to be an ass ? to spit at me ?
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chronicks

B⃨A⃨I⃨E⃨—S⃨A⃨I⃨N⃨T⃨—P⃨A⃨U⃨L⃨.   early 2000s.
          stuck in a small town in quebec,   working a dead end job. nikolas finlayson DESPERATELY needed something to spark up his life.   or the therapist told him.
          
          he wakes up,   gets ready for work,   eats,   goes to work,   comes home,   eats,   sleep.   it's a loop,   every single day is torture as he desperately wishes for an out.
          
          during a night shift,   he notices a man at the corner of his eye,   watching him from an aisle.   it causes the hairs on his neck to raise,   fear runs down his spine as he looks away.   a customer was all he was.   nik looks up,   asking if he needed any help but he was gone.
          
          

chronicks

H⃨E⃨ W⃨A⃨K⃨E⃨S⃨ T⃨O⃨ T⃨H⃨E⃨ S⃨I⃨G⃨H⃨T⃨ O⃨F⃨ A⃨ C⃨A⃨M⃨P⃨I⃨R⃨E⃨.⃨
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chronicks

H⃨I⃨S⃨ L⃨U⃨N⃨G⃨S⃨ B⃨U⃨R⃨N⃨.⃨. as he runs through the empty parking lot,   the street lamps flickering as the man runs after him.   
            
            it's a hallucination.   you're okay.   you'll snap back to reality soon.   you'll—
            
            he trips and falls to the ground,   hitting his head on the concrete.   his vision comes and goes as he tries to crawl away.   the footsteps behind him becoming louder and louder.   another crunch and a scream is ripped from his throat,   a boot slowly being lifted from his hand. 
            
            the man flips him over and raises a knife,   bringing it down.
            
            he passes out before the knife hits—   waking up,   dazed and confused.
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chronicks

T⃨O⃨N⃨I⃨G⃨H⃨T⃨ I⃨S⃨ D⃨I⃨F⃨F⃨E⃨R⃨E⃨N⃨T⃨.⃨.   the man is there again,   at the same exact time but nikolas ignores him.   he's a hallucination,   he isn't real.   if he was real,   he would speak to nikolas,   answer his questions,   approach him.
            
            except,   a few minutes of ignoring the man,   he's yanked across the counter and crashes to the ground with a sickening thud.   his world spins as he grabs his head,   nose bleeding.   
            
            on top of him,   the man stands,   staring at him with an angry look.   he speaks in tongues— hard to understand him in the jumbled words that spill out of his mouth.   
            
            every part of his body is lighting up,   spotting the knife in the man's hand.   with as much strength as he can muster,   he kicks the legs of the man,    knocking him to the floor before getting up and running out of the store.
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