Worry (Request)

Sophie giggled slightly as her elder sister, Emma, was informing her on every detail that would take place before her within a few minutes. Her older brother, Abel, watched as the two of them took on their conversation. It wasn’t long before they were climbing up the stairs into the building. Only when Sophie looked up did she start getting nervous.

"D-do you think they’ll like me," she asked quietly, looking at her elder siblings. Emma gave her a calm, reassuring smile as she placed a hand onto her shoulder.

"Sophie, they’ll love you," Emma said, trying hard to give the smallest one some self-confidence, "Just be yourself and you’ll be just fine." With that, the trio walked past the higher archway and into the building.

To be told, it was quitter than Sophie had expected. From her siblings stories it was always just a bunch of representatives arguing over everything. She started wandering a bit from her siblings, everything looking amazingly new.

"Sophie, don’t stray," Abel called, knowing this type of thing would happen. Sophie came back to their sides once again, only to fall behind when something caught her eye. It was a peculiar piece of artwork, one in which she hadn’t seen before. She started leaning closer to it, examining the details closely, when someone ran into her.

She landed upon her back, eyes shut tight. She braced herself for somebody else’s weight, but was met with nothing. Instead of that, she felt a presence hovering over her, whatever it was being held up by the presences on either side of her face. When she didn’t feel either presence moved, she forced her eyes open.

To be met with a pair of bright, brilliant blue eyes.

Her shoulders compressed as she examined the being behind these eyes. He was quite taller than her. His blonde hair was slicked back. One could easily guess that he was fit, he was holding his own weight for a while without growing weak. The more she looked, the more interested she became.

"I-I’m sorry," the man called, a German accent thick upon each word. He got up quickly before offering her a hand. She grabbed it hesitantly, not sure what he was going to do. He smiled slightly as he pulled her up onto her feet before he went down, picking up the few contents that she had forgotten she had.

He stood up straight and their eyes met once more. Sophie felt a smile upon her lips as the man did the same. He opened his mouth, as if to ask or tell her something, but Abel came between them before a sound could be made. Abel took the items from the shorter (than him), blonde haired man and gave them to Sophie.

"Come on," he said quietly, turning her around and leading her towards Emma, "You don’t want to know him." She nodded slightly, understanding what he said. Despite her brother’s words, however, she felt herself looking back, causing blue to meet blue once more.



~Hour Time skip~



She was eternally grateful when the whole room decided to go to recess for a while. She had a feeling that ever since she walked in that room, it wasn’t going to be good. One, she was afraid to speak up. There were so many different representations, their histories so much different from each other. It also didn’t help that as soon as it was the designated time, the whole place exploded into unnecessary arguments. She was starting to get a migraine towards the end of it.

Two, she had an odd feeling that, throughout the whole meeting, someone was watching her. No, not Francis, he was arguing with Arthur the whole time. It was weird, almost as if the person who was watching her wasn’t within any of the arguments.

She sighed as she sat underneath the tree, its shadow encasing her in a dark, cooling blanket. She smiled softly as her gaze went up to the sky, the bright blue being decorated with a different array of
clouds. Using her fingers, she started outlining anything she’d see.
She saw a dragon fighting a knight in one, a smiling man trying to comfort a sad man, and finally…that….man.

She sat up quickly, closing her eyes to see if she was getting the image right. When she saw it again, she shook her head, trying hard to get that face to delete from her memory. She was having quite the challenge before she felt something lick her cheek.

She opened her eyes quickly to be met with a grown German shepherd. She let out a slight gasp before the dog let out a happy sounding bark. A small smile appeared on her face before she reached out a gently pet the animals fur. It was extremely soft to the touch.

"Where’s your owner," she asked slightly, as if the dog could talk. She continued petting it until she realized the collar around the dog’s neck. She grabbed ahold of it and moved it so she could see it. "Charlie…Ludwig…Your owner’s name is Ludwig?" Since her hand had stopped, Charlie crouched down and shook.

"Charlie," a familiar voice called, "Charlie where are you?" The animal let lose a loud bark, making Sophie jump slightly. Her gaze darted around until they landed on the only other being she could see. They were moving towards her. She gasped when he grew closer, her eyes being able to see the blonde hair.

"Charlie, what have I told you about running away," the man asked, attaching a leash to the dog’s collar before looking up at her, "I’m sorry if he’s caused you any trouble." Sophie shook her head slowly, biting her lip nervously.

"Hey, haven’t I met you before," he asked, trying to get a closer look. Sophie shrugged, her hair covering a portion of her face. She really hoped that he wouldn’t notice. "You’re the woman I ran into earlier," he said, realizing where he’d seen her, "I…I meant to say sorry when I was handing you your things but, Abel bet me to that."

"Y-yeah, h-he’s my brother," she informed quietly, before he sat down next to her, "A-are you L-Ludwig?"

"What was that frau," he asked, his ears not catching her question.

"A-are you Ludw-wig," she asked a bit louder. He let out a chuckle.

"Ja, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you…miss?" he said uncertainly as he held out a hand. Sophie let a small giggle slip through her lips before she grabbed his hand.

"S-Sophie," she replied. For the rest of the recess, the two of them talked about themselves and their families, joked about a few incidences they’ve been through, and laughed like none other.

Little did they know, someone was watching them and they didn’t like what they saw.



~Hour Time skip~


Sophie let lose a giggle, twirling a piece of her light red hair as she waited for her brother and sister by the door of the house. It was weird, even though she had to face that dreaded meeting room again, it never fazed her good mood. Ludwig had offered to drive her home and she quickly accepted. Granted, it wasn’t what her brother wanted, but it felt amazing!

Her phone vibrated, snapping her from her slight day dream. She pulled it from her pocket and checked the number…Emma. She giggled before snapping it open.

"Hello," she answered in a sigh.

"Sophie?! Where are you?!" Emma asked, voice filled with worry.

"I’m at home already," Sophie replied, twirling around slightly, "A certain someone dropped me off."

"Ooo, really? What’s his name and what’s he look like?" her sister asked, going from worried big sister to gossiping best friend.

"Ludwig,." Sophie replied, "He has blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, strong, a sweet personality, a love for dogs, just-" She let lose a sigh as she recalled everything good about him. She heard Emma giggle.

"Sounds like you’re head over heels in LOVE!" Emma cooed into the phone. Both of them let lose a giggle right before her siblings came into view. Emma immediately ran up to her and hugged her close, the two of them jumped slightly as they let out squeals.
Everything was going so great. So great, until Abel came up to the two of them, causing Emma to break from Sophie.

"How are you home?" he asked, voice in protective brother mode.

"Ludwig offered me a ride home," Sophie said with a smile, "I just thought-"

"Just thought?!" Abel retorted, "Just thought?!? Sophie, actions like that get you kidnaped!!"

"Abel, I think you’re over reacting," Emma spoke up.

"You’d rather have her country disappear?" Emma said nothing when Abel made the question. He turned to Sophie. "You are not allowed to see him again, ever!!" As soon as the sentence was said, Sophie could feel her heart shatter.

"W-what?!" Sophie cried, tears starting to accumulate upon her eyes "That’s not fair!! You don’t even know him!"

"I know he’s a danger to you!" Abel snapped back, "If I catch you with him again, I’ll put you on lock down!" Sophie sniffed slightly as she wiped her eyes. Her face was stern, making her look quite a bit like the elder she was arguing with.

"Fine," she spat, turning around, "you know, sometimes I wish you weren’t my older brother." She disappeared into the building, leaving the elder siblings to recall what had just happened. Emma took a few seconds before she followed Sophie, calling her, wanting to help. When she left, Abel’s gaze fell as he felt his heart drop.

‘What have I just done?’




~3 weeks’ time skip~


Sophie sat upon her bed, her arms clutching her pillow as tears streamed down her cheeks. Three weeks after the fight and she’s still crying. Half of the time was because she wasn’t allowed to see Ludwig. Even now she was still picking up pieces of her broken heart. They found a way around that though, he’d visit her once a week by coming to her window. The rest of the time it was because of what she said to Abel.

When the events of that day replayed in her head, she couldn’t believe that statement slipped past her lips. Granted, she’s been mad with his tactics before, but she would always forgive him. It was no wonder that he hadn’t tried to talk to her during these three weeks, she probably broke her brother’s heart.

A sudden knock made her jump. She wiped her eyes free of tears and sniffed slightly.

"Who is it?" she called figuring it was the door. No one replied.
The knocking repeated itself but, it wasn’t from the door. Sophie turned her head to the right and almost fell off of her bed at what she saw. Ludwig was there, his hair looked a mess, as if he had been chased or something.

"L-Ludwig," Sophie called half happily half worriedly as she scrambled off of her bed to the window. Her hands moved quickly to unlock the window and open it. She helped the poor German in through the small window.

"W-what are you d-doing here?" she asked as he stood up and dusted himself, "If Abel catches you here, I won’t be able to see you again."

"I don’t care," Ludwig said grabbing ahold of her hands, "I need to see you more than once a week. Plus I thought you were in danger." Sophie sent him a look of confusion.

"W-what do you m-mean danger? I-I haven’t been out of my r-" she jumped slightly as the door opened. She watched as Abel walked in. He looked over at Ludwig and smiled. Wait, he smiled at him? Sophie had to shake her head to make sure she saw that.

"I see you got my message," Abel said, his voice a different tone than Sophie could ever remember.

"Yes, but I didn’t expect it was you who set it up," Ludwig replied, releasing one hand, "It makes sense though. You were testing me to see if I would do anything for her." Abel nodded.

"And you would, in fact, you almost got seriously injured." Sophie’s jaw dropped at what her brother just said.

"ABEL!" she screamed.

"I said almost, plus he’s one of the more well-known countries," Abel fixed his scarf slightly, "I highly doubt his would disappear. The only bad thing is it took me two weeks to set up that test and another week to find out how I could contact you and you beat it within an hour." Ludwig chuckled softly while Sophie rolled her eyes.

"If this means anything," Abel said sadness filling his tone as he looked down to the ground like a timid child, "I…it turns out my little sister was right…I needed to get to know the guy before I judge him…He’s a good one." Sophie felt her heart sink once again as she watched her older brother turn to leave. She released her grip on Ludwig’s hand and ran over to Abel, her arms wrapping around him in a hug.

"I’m so sorry about what I’ve said," she cried, tears quickly filling and spilling over her eye lids, "I’d rather have an over protective brother like you than someone who doesn’t care if I go and kill myself." Abel smiled slightly as his heart floated back up. He turned around and (with a little encouragement from Emma) hugged the smaller light red haired woman he called his sister.

"It’s alright," he assured her, before breaking the hug. He looked over at Ludwig, Sophie’s gaze following in suite. Abel nodded to Ludwig. Ludwig smiled slightly before nodding back. "I now know there’s nothing to worry about."

One little trip (Request)

Olivia sighed as she walked along the streets she was so used to. She needed to find some kind of inspiration, any kind of inspiration, for a book she was asked to write.  What kind of book? A romantic novel, yeah, talk about needing inspiration. (A/N: Just kidding!) She stuffed her hand into her pockets, grumbling as more people started filling the street she was on.

 

She tried moving past the people quickly, trying hard to get away before it was completely unbearable. Her head whipped around, back towards her home, only to be met with a different set of strangers. She felt herself back away slightly, before catching her heel, causing her to lose her balance. She struggled to regain her balance, but only ended up twisting her ankle.

 

She cried in pain as she started falling but this fall didn’t last longer than a second. Instead of being met with the cold cement she was on, she felt a pair of arms catch her then pulled her back up into a standing position. Her breath was held until she realized that she was safe.

 

“Are you alright love,” a voice asked. Olivia nodded softly, running a hand through her brown hair as she opened her eyes. Her green eyes met with another pair of eyes, with the same color etched within her hero’s irises.

 

She felt her heart skip a beat as her breath hitched. Her hero…was amazingly handsome. His short blonde hair, his worried painted face, everything was perfect. She felt her cheeks start to gain heat, realizing that she was staring. She watched as he stared at her, his cheeks starting to flush.

 

“Um, could you, um let me go,” she stuttered out, questioning if he would or not. Secretly, she kind of hoped he wouldn’t. She felt his grip upon her loosen slightly, but then stopped, as if unsure.

 

“S-sure,” he stuttered, putting his hands back upon his sides, “O-only you’re able to walk. I mean, I thought I saw you roll your ankle.”

 

“Oh, sure,” she said. She looked down, realizing that the leg to the ankle that caused this was up. She was about to put it down, when someone ran into her, pushing her back into her hero’s chest. She felt him place a hand onto her head before she heard a slight growl from him. She looked up from the position she was in, only to have their eyes connect once again.

 

She felt herself grow closer to him at the same time in which he drew closer. She could feel her heart jump in speed slightly, jumps within heartbeats growing with each millisecond. She held her breath as her eyes softly closed.

 

Before she realized the pain irradiating throughout her leg.

 

“AH,” she screamed, backing away from him as she lifted the same leg up once more. Well this wasn’t good. She wouldn’t be able to get any inspiration if she was hurt. She felt the man wrap an arm around her waist while he placed an arm, the one upon the same side as the cursed foot, and draped it around his neck.

 

“Come on,” he said, “Let’s get you inside before any more damage is done.”

 

~time skip~

 Olivia sighed as she tapped her normal foot.  Her gaze went to across the table, in which the blonde was fixing the ice surrounding her ankle. He had gotten her tea and some cookies. He had said he felt sorry for what had happened and wanted to help in any way he could.

 

“So,” she spoke, getting the man’s attention, “I haven’t gotten your name yet. What may it be?” She watched as he smiled softly.

 

“Name’s Arthur,” he truthfully spoke. He turned his body towards her, making sure he would be talking to her beautiful, tan face instead of her ice encased foot. “What’s your name?” She let out a giggle, the sound being music upon Arthur’s ears.

 

“I’m Olivia,” she said, “I was looking for inspiration for a book I was requested to write. Still haven’t gotten any.”

 

“Wait, you’re an author,” Arthur asked, making sure he heard right. Olivia nodded.

 

“Yeah, I highly doubt you’ve read any of my other stories,” she said doubtfully, “No one seems to know the ben name Aivil O.” She watched as his smile grew, his eyes brightening intensity.

 

“You’re Aivil O.” he chuckled, “That makes sense. I actually have almost all of your work. Your writing style is very good. It makes me seem like I’m actually a part of the story.” Olivia let out another giggle.

 

“That’s the point,” she explained, “I noticed with books I’ve read, the better one’s make you feel like your apart of it. So, that’s how I wanted to write.” Arthur chuckled softly.

 

“That’s amazing,” it was all Arthur could say about the matter while his smile faultered. “Um, d-do you have another story coming out?” He watched as her hand ran up against her other arm. She let out a nervous giggle.

 

“Well, I’m working on one,” she shook her head slightly, a frown upon her lips, before suddenly smiling again, “But it can wait. Right now, I’m more interested in getting to know more about the person sitting across from me.” Arthur looked into her eyes as his smile grew back.

 

“So am I."

 

 

 

~Another time skip (2 weeks)~

Turns out, Arthur was actually from England. He was over here for business which pertained with his little brother, Alfred. He was staying at a place not far from her’s. Ever since the little accident, they’ve been meeting up at that shop whenever it would work for Arthur. What? Olivia really didn’t have much to do. She still hasn’t found any type of inspiration.

 

Truly, she just wanted to be around Arthur as much as she could. She didn’t really know what it was about this Englishman but she just made her feel happy. Her heart would skip a beat anytime they’re hands would barely brush. She lost all speech, anything that was easy to her, became torture when with Arthur.

 

It couldn’t have been ‘friends’ feeling. Oh no, it was much more than that. It was the biggest element within the next book. Love.  At first, she thought it couldn’t be true, but while she was waiting for Arthur to show up, she continued thinking about the issue. Turns out, all signs pointed to cupid and his love arrows.

 

She sighed happily as she continued thinking about it. So much fun is it to fall in love, especially when you fall in love so fast. It only hurts when the person of interest isn’t there to catch you. Olivia’s head whipped around as the door of the place opened. Speaking of people of interest.

 

Arthur walked into the building but…he wasn’t smiling. Something must’ve been really bothering. He’d normally show up with a smile etched upon his face. He walked over and sat down in his original spot, right across from her.

 

“Arthur,” she called, slightly worried, “Is something the matter?” He nodded slightly, his gaze thinking the table was much more interesting. “What is it?”

 

“I,” he started, he closed his eyes as pain started to fill his chest. He didn’t want to do this. He only realized that he’d fallen in love with her yesterday, and was having to leave today. He looked up at Olivia, who’s face was dressed with worry. He closed his eyes and sighed.

 

“I’m heading back to England,” he explained, “I-I’ve finished with my issue here and I’m really needed back at home.” Olivia gasped.

 

“Y-you’re leaving,” she asked, tears welling up within her eyes, “B-b-but I-“

 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “But my country needs me.” He looked up at her, watching as she tried not to cry. “Hey,” he called, gently taking ahold of her hands, “Thanks to you, this trip has been amazing.” Olivia let out a sad chuckle.

 

“I’m pretty sure you would’ve had an amazing time with anyone,” she said calmly, looking away from him. Arthur sighed.

 

“I wouldn’t have,” he said, “But, I have to say this…we should never meet again.”

 

“W-what,” Olivia exclaimed, “You just told me that I-“

 

“I know what I said,” Arthur said, cutting her off, “I….just…can’t do a long distance relationship.”

 

“What are you talking about,” Olivia asked, feeling offensive, “You can’t even have a long distant friendship?” Arthur sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

 

“That’s not what I-,” he started, only to be interrupted by a sharp sound. He looked down upon his watch. Just enough time to get to the airport on time. Both of them felt their heart drop to their lower stomach.

 

“I have to go,” he said softly, getting up from his seat. He opened his mouth to say more but then saw Olivia staring off into space, sadness painting her face. Arthur felt his heart tug towards her greatly, a great need pulling at his heart. He slowly walked over to her. When he reached her side, he leaned down and…

 

Kissed her.

 

Olivia’s eyes widened when she felt Arthur place his lips upon her’s. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She sat there for a bit, her brain processing what was happening before she started kissing back. Their lips molded over each other’s perfectly. It was only for a moment before it was broken.

 

“Till we meet again,” he whispered before he straightened up, turned around, and walked out. Olivia sat there, surprised/dazed at what had just happened. As soon as the door closed, she felt tears accumulate and flow over her eye lids. She stood up quickly and walked out.

 

She walked down the street and to her house. She ran to her room and threw herself onto the bed, tears streaming from her eyes. Why?! Why’d he have to do that?! Say they could never meet again and then, out of the blue, kiss her?!? She cried more than she has ever cried before.

 

All because of him.

 

After a while, she sniffed, wiping her face free from the watery-salt mixture before wincing from a bright light. She turned her head to the source to find her computer, still on, with the word document open. Her mind replayed the events of what happened for the past few weeks and her eyes widened.

 

AS if in a trance, she slowly walked over to the desk and sat down. A small, slightly sad smile appeared upon her face. She cracked her knuckles quickly, tied her hair up, and started her next extraordinary story.

~Elsewhere: last time skip (two months)~

 

Arthur felt a sad smile grow upon his lips, tears starting to form onto his eyes as he continued reading the book. His fingers gently ran across each page as he read every single word. The author was so good, he actually felt that he was within the main characters life. It was strange to think that the author died from a car wreck a month after it was published. He was beginning upon a new chapter when Peter came in.

 

“Arthur, it’s time to-“he stopped mid-sentence and looked over the elder brother’s shoulder, “What are ya reading?” Arthur closed his eyes slightly as he marked his spot, closing the book shortly after. His green eyes opened once more to be met with his little brother’s bright blue ones.

 

“A story,” he replied, standing up, fixing his coat before placing the book upon the end table. He chuckled slightly when he saw that Peter was still curious about the book.

 

“Who’s Aivil O.” he asked curiously, eyes glued onto the spine.

 

“The Author of the book,” Arthur replied, gently placing a hand onto Peter’s shoulder, “I’ll tell you more about it later. You ready to go to the meeting?”

 

“Am I ever,” Peter exclaimed, dashing to the door. Arthur let out a chuckle as he followed the energetic little boy. He closed the door behind him, leaving the book to sit upon the end table, below the lamp. The light illuminating the golden words etched across its cover.

 

One Little Trip.

BOREDOM: Slender Woman and her Poxies

 

 

 

 Proxy roll of power from least to greatest:

 

TICCI-TOBI

 

HOODIE (HOODAY)

 

MASKY (GIRL/GIRLY)

 

 

 

Highest Roll:

 

SLENDER WOMAN

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, tell them anything you want.

 

(stutters are jerky an choppy due to tics)

 

Hey guys, I'm T-Ticci-Tobi! Now, don't g-get me mixed up with the Ticci-T-toby faggot. There are a f-few things that m-make us different. One, I-I can feel pain, I just h-have a very high tolerance to it. T-two, I never really g-got to know who my parents even were! T-that's right, I'm an orphan! W-with a very sh-shitty life at that!

 

A-any who, I-I also work for Slender Woman, n-not Slender Man. T-that guys a jerk. Then again, it's n-not like Slender Woman's the n-nicest being th-there is. She h-has favourites. *sniff* I-I know I'm the lowest of the f-fucking list. I d-don't mean to be an-annoying . It's just *sniffs* I had only one f-family that actually a-accepted me for who I was a-and not the money they'd get f-for taking me. E-even then they were taken from me!

 

I-I want someone to a-actually want me around for me, not j-just as someone or t-thing that will get them what their fucking g-greedy hearts want! Like Masky, a-all she ever does is ask me to do something and t-then complain when 'I didn't do it like h-how she would've.'  I want to be accepted! I want to be n-needed! I want ONE TRUE FRIEND!

 

*sniffs before smiling* S-sorry about that. I-I forgot to mention I have ADHD, b-but I have medications. I-it just get's very hard for me to control my e-emotions. M....maybe that's the reason no one wants to get to know me...

 

O-oh, you gotta go? I-interviewing Hooday?....Of course you are....

 

Everyone loves Hooday...

 

(Stutters are quiet and almost slurred due to being self-concise.)

 

I-I'm...H-Hoodie O-or Hooday, I-if you go by T-ticci's standards. I am Slender Woman's second favourite proxy. N-no one really knows much about me, and I like it t-that way. I'm n-not very social, n-nor am I a brutal k-killer. Actually...I am worse than Masky, b-but not as bad as Ticci.

 

B-but that's not the point of this...R-right? Anyways, M-me and Masky are g-great friends, we a-are basically s-sisters, we've known each other for t-that long. I-I'm the second on the proxy list because I'm not the most O-obedient one, but I'm b-better than Tobi. M-my favourite tool to work with is actually simple rocks.

 

Easy t-to get, easy to r-replace.

 

 Kinda like how I a-am. N-no one really remembers me after m-meeting me, normally b-because they already h-have a friend like me. W-which is alright, I'm n-not the outgoing type. T-the only thing that s-still makes me mad is the f-fact that Masky and Ticci-Tobi t-try so hard to hold o-onto the b-bits of humanity they have.

 

I don't k-know why they can't j-just accept the f-fact that they're p-proxies now! I've accepted it, a-and I'm almost s-stronger than Masky! J-just imagine how much stronger she could b-be if she'd accept w-who we are now! Hell, T-tobi needs a strength bost, b-but she still f-feels stinking guilt!

 

But...w-what does anyone e-expect me to do? It is their ch-choice after all.

 

Hmm? Oh....I-I'm out of time? T-that's fine. I had nothing else to talk about.

 

I-if your talking to Masky n-next, d-don't bring up Tobi, t-they aren't on great terms....

 

S-still..

 

(slightly muffled due to the mask)

 

Hello, I'm Masky. I am Slender Woman's second in command. Anything I say goes, unless she says other wise. I am very serious when it comes to my job and I especially don't like when my cohort doesn't think through things and just jumps to the first opportunity. She's said that her medicine takes care of her mood swings, but I don't think it's that easy.

 

Anyways, I am the number one proxy for simple reasons. I follow demands, I do my job accordingly, I don't talk back harshly, and I DON'T KILL THE FIRST THING I SEE! I swear, even Hoodie has her moments! Slender Woman is the only thing close to 'sanity' according to me. She doesn't kill excessively, unless someone tries to steal one her pictures....

 

Then, it's not pretty.

 

Heh, I...um, I've tried hard to keep a sense of sanity and humanity, but it's hard when I have a lot of black outs. I-I don't know if it's from stress, anger from stupid people, or...from other events. During these times, I lose my sanity and end up killing anyone in my way. I-I hate it! I-I've even got closed to killing my family.

 

But, then again, what am I suppose to do when they're upon Slender Woman's list?

 

That was the first time I've ever refused a direct order from her. I-I mean, don't get me wrong, Hoodie and I have been friends since we were little, but I can't substitute her for my family. E...Even if they aren't really my blood family. *Sigh* Well, I've had about enough emotions to last me the rest of this month. (TT: MASKY GIRL!) DON'T CALL ME GIRL! *ahem* Any who...

 

Who's next?

 

Slender Woman?

 

Good luck, watch what you say, and don't get eaten.

 

(Mixed with a slight static)

 

Hello there child, I'm Slender Woman. I am the 'boss' of this group, so to speak. I give the orders, and I hold my proxies to the highest of expectations. I know it's not right putting certain one's in front of the others, but when some are weaker than others or else don't have any sense of self control, it's hard not to.

 

As you could've probably guessed thanks to my name, I hold quite a few traits similar to Slender Man himself. An example? I can slender jump, very convenient when following someone or else trying to induce paranoia. I even have the tentacle factor as well. Now, just cause I'm similar to him in a few traits, doesn't mean I like him. We had to make a deal with each other and our proxies just to prevent any disturbing's. We are free lancers while even Slender Man has to follow the Council.

 

We don't kill anyone they need or need to kill, they don't bother us at all.

 

It's a simple rule, yet we follow it exactly, even though we've had quite a few close calls with Tobi....

 

But other than that, we don't get along. It also might have to do with the fact that I have a looser personality than he does. Have you seen him even try to get to know his proxies? No! No one does! I've at least try to know them a bit. Some people even say that I act a lot younger than I should. I don't really care though.

 

I normally don't try to kill people either. My favourite source of human's though, is kids and normally those are the one's I'll find. Either it's because their parents left them there or they escaped. I do tend to kill adults, but that's only if they take one of my pictures. No, I'm no armature like Slender Man. I'm no Picasso, though, but my pictures are a bit more detailed.

 

Not a lot of people who see me, live to tell the tale and even if they do, other people consider them insane.

 

So, I will see you again child...

 

 

Much sooner than you think.

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Masked Hero (Request)

 

She shivered as she pulled upon her upper layer, doing everything to shake the feeling of being watched. Yes, you heard that right. It wasn’t because she was cold, despite it being nightfall. It was to try and shake the fire feeling of being watched.

 

And the only reason why she was doing so was because her friend went and ditched her at the restaurant. Sometimes, that woman was insane. She grilled her earlier for being so…losable, but it turns out, she just ran off. How could she do that?! We were in Turkey for Christ sake!

 

Her thoughts scattered when she started hearing footsteps from behind her. With a pit growing inside her stomach, she decided it would be best to speed up her pace instead of get caught by whatever creeper may be out this time at night.

 

She strained my ears to hear something, only to hear that the footsteps had sped up with her. The pit grew wider, engulfing my body into full on fear as she sped up into a run. She didn’t really know where she was going, but she didn’t care.  She just wanted to get away.

 

She turned once, only to come face to face with a brick wall. Stoned walls covered either side, creating a small tunnel in which she trapped herself in. She turned around slowly as the footsteps which came behind her slowed to a stop. She saw three men, all taller than her, and 2 of them had the stance of drunken men. The two drunken men were close while the other was further away.

 

“What do you want,” she asked, pulling on her upper layer tighter, “If you’re here to rob me don’t bother. I left it where I’m staying.” One of the drunken men shook his head as chuckles irradiated from him and his other drunken partner. The seemingly sober one grew closer.

 

“It’s the middle of the night, we got rejected by a few whores and you think all we want is money,” the one slurred, taking a shaky step closer and using his hand to grab her arm and pull her closer. “Nah. That’s definitely not what we want.”

 

“Stay away from me,” she screamed, squirming against his grip, trying anything to get away from what would be coming.

 

“What are you going to do about it,” the man spoke up again, growing closer until his lips were pressed against hers. She shuttered in disgust as she could taste alcohol upon his lips. Tears started forming as the kiss grew harder, full of passion.

 

Till his head was shoved into the wall next to him, causing him to let her go as he crumpled into a heap.

 

She backed away slowly, as she watched the other drunken man stumble slightly before looking upon the eyes of the attacker. His eyes widened, the new figure’s back to her as he took one step forward. The unconscious man’s ally, taking it as an attempt in attack, stumbled over his own two feet before dashing as quickly as he could down the alley way.

 

Leaving her and her hero alone.

 

“Are you alright,” he asked, the mask placed upon his face covered his eyes with darkness yet there was still a shine of concern in them and…perhaps something else. “I’ve told them before not to mess with tourists.”

 

“Woah, woah, wait, how did you know I was a tourist?” she asked. He let out a simple chuckle.

 

“Tourists are the only ones who run into a dead alley when being chased by someone they don’t know,” he replied, a smirk still firm upon his lips, “You know…Someone like you shouldn’t be alone. Would you like a tour guide?” She shook her head.

 

“Nah, I have a friend.”

 

“Some friend,” he commented before he gestured. She tipped her head slightly, a bit confused. He shook his head in slight disappointment.

 

“Can’t I at least walk you to your hotel?” he asked. She nodded, going next to him and beginning to their destination. It was awkward for a bit. She didn’t really know how to thank him. She also didn’t know if she should completely trust him, even though he saved her life. She opened her mouth to ask him something when he bet her to it.

 

“So, what are you doing here?” he asked, his head turning to look at her. She was a bit surprised at the question. She didn’t know how to respond.

 

“I-I’m not really sure,” she said, with a slight shrug, “I guess I’ve always been a bit interested in this country over all the others.” He nodded.

 

“That’s nice,” he chuckled before catching someone, wrenching something out of his hands and shoving him away. He turned back to her with her wallet in his hand. “The only bad thing is that there are a few pickpockets and they don’t know right from wrong.”

 

“That was amazing,” she gasped, “How’d you catch him? I didn’t even know he did that!”

 

“Practice,” he chuckled, turning slightly as the familiar building of her hotel came into view. “I have another question for you.”

 

“Shoot.”

 

“Would you like a tour guide?” he asked, turning to fully see her face. “Or perhaps a body guard?” She tapped her fingers against her cheek, contemplating whether this would be a good or bad idea.

 

“How can I trust you?” she asked, wanting a good reason to trust him. He nodded slightly.

 

“Well, lets say this,” he puts his head into his hand, only for it to come back up with no mask. Good gosh he was handsome. His skin was tanned perfectly, the smirk which appeared made it even better. His eyes shinned amazingly. A slight finger snap woke her from her day dream.

“Hey, You ok there,” he asked. She shook her head slightly.

 

“W-what?” she asked, her brain still in the dream state. He let out a chuckle.

 

“I said, I normally don’t take off my mask,” he said softly, “not unless it’s for someone important.” She chuckled slightly.

 

“You think I’m important?” she asked. He nodded.

 

“I wouldn’t be going into so much trouble for you if I didn’t,” he stated, his gaze going off somewhere, “Would I?” She felt heat flowed to her cheeks before nodding with a soft nervous giggle. Her hands started messing with each other.

 

“N-no..No you wouldn’t..Um..”

 

“Sadiq, Sadiq Adnan, ma’am,” he said happily with a nod before his masked hand gently placed the item back onto his face, concealing his eyes once again. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” He shot her a smile. “Bright and early.”

 

“I’ll hold you to that,” she called. He chuckled with a nod before he turned around and walked away, down the opposite way they came. She watched as darkness slowly replaced the area that the man had recently occupied.

 

 

 

“Oooh, he looked handsome,” her friend giggled as she caught up to her, “What’s his name?” The woman rolled her eyes at her friend.

 

“Sadiq,” she replied as she opened the door and they traveled inside.

 

“How’d you meet him?” her friend asked, almost stumbling as they walked to their room.

 

“He saved me from some drunken men,” she called, opening the door to their room. Her friend giggled even more as she walked over to her bed and sat upon the covers.

 

“So he’s your hero?” She retorted happily, “Did you give him your name?” Shit, she thought as she cringed slightly. She felt her face sour as if she were a kid about to be beaten. “You didn’t,” her friend gasped, “You better hope he’s coming back!”

 

She shook her head slowly, which put her friend into a panic state. As her friend started babbling about how stupid she was and how she was never going to get this chance to meet a guy like him again, she just smiled. Now, all she had to do, was leave the hotel without her knowing.

 

 

 

And boy, she couldn’t wait!

 

 

 

 

 

(I’VE F-ED UP!!!! I’m really sorry TT.TT. I hope this didn’t come out to bad for you…I believe I’ve messed this up…Big time. I’m sorry if I messed up your character….I’m Sorry!)

Taking Requests!

Hey guys,  Soul Stealer's Care Taker or, how you guys know me as, Crazy4Cartoons. I have already done this for one of the other sites I'm posting these stories on so I decided only to be fair and allow you guys to do requests. Plus...I've ran out of ideas for these.

There are a few things you need to tell me though:



1. Which character you/your OC's with/fall's in love with


2. A description of you/your OC.


3. The situation that happens through out the one-shot.




Thanks guys! Have a good life and stay as you are!

Chernobyl Child: Ukraine

 

She wasn't always this...'blonde'. Actually she was one of the biggest brains within the Soviet Union. She loved nature and was actually one of the only things about herself that stayed the same. Before, she had no chest, which seems to be a big thing that the guys 'like' about her now.

 

She was brave, was willing to protect her siblings and her people. She wore dresses & greatly agreed to help her sister do the same. Her hair was even a darker shade then what it was. Everything about her was completely different than what it was.

 

It took but a second for everything to change.

 

She wasn't the only one changed either, this one event rattled her little brother and sister, scattering their brains and bodies to something unlike what they used to be. She still wouldn't exchange them for anything in the world, but she did miss the old days.

 

There's no way that she could go back to those times. In fact, there was no way that she could act like she used to. Maybe that's the reason why se felt used by anyone and everyone who she didn't know. All these people were either focused on were either her chest or her life changing event.

 

She wish that she could find that one man that would treat her like she should be.

 

The Secret Treasure.

 

 

The kind heart.

 

 

 

 

The hero.

 

 

 

 

 

The cure for the Chernobyl Crisis.

 

 

 

Today was the day. The anniversary of the devastating day that had happened so many years ago. Like her sister, she remembers what had happened as if it were yesterday.

 

 

~

Nothing looked out of the ordinary as she walked around the reactor, examining the work as well as the structure supposedly solid. She let out a kind smile as she passed a few people, their smiles beaming widely as they continued to their destination. The nature all around the area gave her a bright feeling that day, as if nothing could go wrong.

 

Yet, destiny had other plans.

 

She turned her head around as the sounds and any forms of working items whirred to a halt. This wasn't right. This wasn't suppose to happen. What the hell was going on?

 

She turned her head around and started walking again, right before the reactor she was in exploded, causing debris and chemicals to scatter everywhere. She used her arms to cover her eyes and mouth, trying desperately to prevent from inhaling those deadly items.

 

She felt her eyes tear up, even when they were closed, due to the burning effect of the chemicals. It wasn't the only thing that burned though. She could feel her lungs burn as if a fire had started upon them, growing bigger and bigger with each breath and pushing her to cough. Her shoulders heaved as she coughed, a bright red liquid erupting past her lips.

 

The sound of crumbling cement fell upon her ears, causing her to turn her head up in time to watch as the taller portion of the reactor fell upon her.

 

She never remembered how long she was under there, but she did remember multiple bloody coughs, covering her clothing, staining it and her skin the demon color. She heard movement, causing her to weakly look to where the being was. It was covered with a gas mask, giving the being behind it a wicked look.

 

That's when she saw the violet eyes.

 

It was her younger brother, trying to pull the debris away and pull her out of the cursed place. She was enveloped into his arms, warming her up slightly. She could see tears deeply within his eyes. She used one hand, blood staining a few fingers, as she pressed them against the plastic where his eyes were. She only was able to mutter 'You' before darkness enveloped her.

~

 

 

After that, she woke up in the hospital, completely changed. Nothing the same. Not even her siblings seemed the same. She sighed sadly. Every year, all this date brought was bad memories.

 

She shifted slightly as she grabbed a few items she needed for work. This was the only thing, other than hanging out with her little sister, that would keep her from thinking about that day. Maybe this time next year she'll find something new.

 

Katyusha sniffed slightly as her shaking hands tried desperately to tag the small shaken animal within her arms. She hated doing this wherever she found the animals, for this was found within the most dangerous part known in all of her country. Plus, she hated hurting animals just to make sure they were hers.

 

A snap from a twig made her jump, releasing the animal even through the tag was bound to come off within a few miles. She turned around greatly, her eyes trying to look at the figure in which made the sound. She heard another twig snap.

 

Right behind her.

 

In utter fear, she quickly grabbed her shovel upon the ground and swung, hearing a ringing clang as the metal end hit something. The sounds of a yelp and slight cursing hit her ears, pushing her to pry her eyes open.

 

Only to gasp.

 

There was a man, no taller than herself, sprawled among the foliage. His hair was dark and quite uniquely done. His eyes were slowly opening, revealing a dark gray color. He pulled his hand away from his head, revealing the famous crimson liquid.

 

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," Katyusha cried as she went to him, pulling some wraps out of her overall pocket and start wrapping his wound, "I-it's just....I-I get nervous...a-and I just-" His chuckle broke her thought.

 

"Don't worry about it," he stated calmly, "I've gotten worse than that." He got up slowly, growing closer to her. Katyusha felt her cheeks heat up a little as she gazed at the man. I mean, it wasn't like he was a God, but he wasn't even the definition of normal.

 

"Excuse me, ma'am," the man asked, breaking her from her notes, "What's you're name?"

 

"Um, uh, Katyusha, Katyusha Braginskaya," she stated, gently putting on a smile, "W-what's yours, um..."

 

"Marek, Marek Dvoracek," he said smiling back as he shook her hand, "If you don't mind, I would like to paint a portrait of you. I was just here exploring the area...plus my sister's suppose to be meeting someone. I'm trying to find something absolutely beautiful to paint and I think I've found it. Do you mind coming to my place when you're ready?"

 

Katyusha felt herself blush. This man, whom she had just met, had basically called her beautiful. Now how can anyone pass that up?

 

"A-alright," she said, wringing her hands slightly, "B-but how do I contact you?"

 

"Ah," he called, digging in his pants pockets before turning to his coat pockets, pulling out a single little card, "Here, my phone numbers right there. Well, I got to go. Till your ready?" Katyusha felt herself nod.

 

"Yes, of course Marek. Till then."

 

She grew a little worried when she entered upon the building. It didn't look as she expected for a building that held an art studio. In fact, it looked more of a place where escaped convicts would go. She grew closer to the door, sighing when she saw a buzzer within it's wall. She quickly pressed the three digit number of the man's apartment.

 

"Hello," the familiar voice called, "Who is it?"

 

"Marek," she called back slightly fidgeting, her arms pulling her tube top down, "It's me."

 

"Katy! C-come on up," the buzzer followed, allowing the woman to open the door and walk inside. The inside was quite a bit better than the outside portrayed as she found herself going towards the steps leading up to the higher levels.

 

Her eyes widened when she finally got onto the final level. Thousands of portraits line the walls and they weren't all appropriate. She felt her heart fall as she compared all of those bodies with her own. She turned her head as the only door opened and he showed up, a artist beret upon his head.

 

A smile upon his face.

 

"Hello, Katyusha," he cooed before holding out a hand to her. She smiled slightly before taking the open hand, being pulled into the place. It was an amazing place, if it weren't for only being one room. Against the left side of the room was a couch, with  a microwave upon a mini-fridge at the end of it, while the right was the whole studio itself.

 

He released his grip upon her hand and moved over to grab a stool. Before even thinking of placing it anywhere, he used his free hand to pull down a stain free white background. He placed the stool down right in the center before turning to her.

 

"Come and sit here would you," he asked, followed with her walking over and sitting upon the wooden object.

 

"W-what will you be painting of me," she asked, nervously.

 

"Depends," he said, getting his paints upon his pastel and brushes out, "What would you like me to paint?"

 

"I-I don't know," she said worriedly, looking down onto her body, "I-is there something you like to paint?"

 

"Well," he chuckled softly, "If you can smile like you did when we first met and held it for a bit, I'll love to draw that."

 

"O-oh," Katyusha stuttered surprisingly, "I was kind of expecting-"

 

"A bare picture," he finished, letting out a chuckle afterwards, "Nah, that wasn't the first thing I saw that was beautiful. Plus the one's lining the walls are people who paid me almost thousands and weren't pretty people to look at." Katyusha giggled because of his reply, making Marek hold up his hands as if he were a movie director and smile.

 

"That's it, hold that," he exclaimed as he picked his items up and begins his masterpiece.

 

~A WHILE LATER~

 

"Marek, are you done," Katyusha asking, eyes still closed while her cheeks ached from holding her expression.

 

"Almost there...aaaaannnnddddd done," he stated, the sound of the items being placed upon an item before he grew closer and whispered, "Open your eyes." Katyusha slowly peeled open her eyes, only to stare at an almost reflection like picture of her. With flowers behind her and dressed upon her shoulder.

 

She looked...unbelievable.

 

"W-wha, that can't be me," she stated, her eyes darting away. Marek turned his painting to overlook it before placing it down and growing closer.

 

"Now why do you say that," he asked, tipping his head slightly, his black hair messing up.

 

"I-I'm a radioactive child," she replied, keeping her gaze away from his, "I could never look like that." Marek let out a saddened sighed before using one hand to turn her head to his.

 

"I'm an artist. I only paint what I see," he said, moving said hand further until his palm rests upon her check, "And I see a beautiful woman ,not a tragic child and if you can't see it through art..." He wrapped his arms around her suddenly, pulling her into her chest.

 

"Then maybe a date's in order," he stated. Katyusha couldn't believe it, her eyes started watering up as happiness filled her. Her arms wrapped around  his back as her face turned into his chest. "Would you like that," he asked. Katy felt herself nod quickly, tears continuing to fall before turning her face up to look at him. Her small smile appeared upon her lips.

 

"I'd love that," she said, sniffing slightly. It finally happened. She had found it.

 

 

 

The secret treasure.

 

 

 

 

 

The kind heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The hero.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Cure for the Chernobyl crises.