Shadowlord
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Baron Brixius
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^ Lack of IRL interaction. O:
99unownoak
Feeling of being watched
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skinned
Baron Brixius
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Choked to death.
^ was an ordinary boy. He was born in a wonderful village. But one day, he and his broken family moved away to another village. Little did he know of the unfolding fate.
He started hearing footsteps, seemingly out of nowhere. They were faint and yet in a rush. But he only though his mind was playing a trick on him.
He grew up to have a normal life at first, but the sound of footsteps became louder everyday for the few years he spent. He was a brilliant student, but with little friends. He became stressed over the high expectations and hatred everyone had for him. Every night, he could feel the presence of some being standing over his bed as he slept, only to find no one there during his awakenings.
He went nearly insane. As a stress releaver, he grabbed a bibi gun and shot the little kids who passed by his range. They were shocked. The community didn't know who was doing that to them. The kids were so frightened that they started walking in groups home. But he was found out weeks later.
One day, he went to school with a bat and beat his two only friends up with it. One was horribly traumatized while the other lost an eye. As he walked down the halls with his bat and blood drenching his body, he smashed out all the windows of the school.
He was going insane. He felt something under his skin. When he cut himself, he could see blood, but something else too. There were maggots. Maggots, maggots everywhere, coming out with his blood. They acted as if the air of the outside was poisonous to them, and so they tried to crawl back in. But they couldn't. They just kept coming out. More and more blood-stained maggots just fell out as he scratched his wound fiercely.
He was finnaly given help. The shooting cases were settled out of court, as were the beating cases. He and his father moved back to his hometown, where he met the best group of friends anyone could meet. He bonded with them, and they bonded with him. It was all going alright for him.
But, one day, he grew suspicious of it all. When his friends gave him ohagi treats, he bit one to find a needle in it. He started growing paranoid. He threw the ohagi at the wall. He started distrusting his friends and carried a baseball bat with him everywhere.
He felt he was followed. A group of men followed him, and he tried to connect them to his friends, who only scared him more. One day, after school, the group of men knocked him out, leaving him unconscious.
He woke up in his room, with two of his friends with him. As one held him down, the other was getting ready to inject him. But he reached for the bat. He beat them to death with the bat, leaving two blood-soacked bodies on the floor of his room. As he walked outside, he noticed the men again, and escaped from the scene.
He found a phonebooth on the side of the road. He called the cops to tell them about the group of men, when he started to hear the footsteps again. They grew extremely louder, as if they were coming from behind, causing him to grow even more paranoid. As the cop tried to calm him down over the phone, sounds of murder could be heared from his end. After the sounds of death, a faint, repeating "gommenasai" could be heared.
The next morning, the dead bodies were found. It seemed that he clawed out his own throat with his fingernails to bleed to death. All this time, he grew scared of the footsteps that followed him, when in the end, no one was following him at all...
He started hearing footsteps, seemingly out of nowhere. They were faint and yet in a rush. But he only though his mind was playing a trick on him.
He grew up to have a normal life at first, but the sound of footsteps became louder everyday for the few years he spent. He was a brilliant student, but with little friends. He became stressed over the high expectations and hatred everyone had for him. Every night, he could feel the presence of some being standing over his bed as he slept, only to find no one there during his awakenings.
He went nearly insane. As a stress releaver, he grabbed a bibi gun and shot the little kids who passed by his range. They were shocked. The community didn't know who was doing that to them. The kids were so frightened that they started walking in groups home. But he was found out weeks later.
One day, he went to school with a bat and beat his two only friends up with it. One was horribly traumatized while the other lost an eye. As he walked down the halls with his bat and blood drenching his body, he smashed out all the windows of the school.
He was going insane. He felt something under his skin. When he cut himself, he could see blood, but something else too. There were maggots. Maggots, maggots everywhere, coming out with his blood. They acted as if the air of the outside was poisonous to them, and so they tried to crawl back in. But they couldn't. They just kept coming out. More and more blood-stained maggots just fell out as he scratched his wound fiercely.
He was finnaly given help. The shooting cases were settled out of court, as were the beating cases. He and his father moved back to his hometown, where he met the best group of friends anyone could meet. He bonded with them, and they bonded with him. It was all going alright for him.
But, one day, he grew suspicious of it all. When his friends gave him ohagi treats, he bit one to find a needle in it. He started growing paranoid. He threw the ohagi at the wall. He started distrusting his friends and carried a baseball bat with him everywhere.
He felt he was followed. A group of men followed him, and he tried to connect them to his friends, who only scared him more. One day, after school, the group of men knocked him out, leaving him unconscious.
He woke up in his room, with two of his friends with him. As one held him down, the other was getting ready to inject him. But he reached for the bat. He beat them to death with the bat, leaving two blood-soacked bodies on the floor of his room. As he walked outside, he noticed the men again, and escaped from the scene.
He found a phonebooth on the side of the road. He called the cops to tell them about the group of men, when he started to hear the footsteps again. They grew extremely louder, as if they were coming from behind, causing him to grow even more paranoid. As the cop tried to calm him down over the phone, sounds of murder could be heared from his end. After the sounds of death, a faint, repeating "gommenasai" could be heared.
The next morning, the dead bodies were found. It seemed that he clawed out his own throat with his fingernails to bleed to death. All this time, he grew scared of the footsteps that followed him, when in the end, no one was following him at all...
99unownoak
Feeling of being watched
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Flayed and boiled.
99unownoak
Feeling of being watched
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99unownoak
Feeling of being watched
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Chest opened up and having hot coals shoveled into it.
99unownoak
Feeling of being watched
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Castrated then having salt rubbed into the open wound and left to die in agony.
Failing to realize that a salted castration wound is hardly enough to have someone bleed to death, and as such is jumped and sliced in two before having the corpse castrated and a load of gunpowder applied to the wound and anus, which then combust from a miniature meteor crashing down.
Meanwhile, I have my pixie dust regenerate my balls, from which a rain of piss falls down on your charred (read: demolished) remains.
Meanwhile, I have my pixie dust regenerate my balls, from which a rain of piss falls down on your charred (read: demolished) remains.
99unownoak
Feeling of being watched
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Pixie Dust?
Intestines torn out and burnt in front of you.
Intestines torn out and burnt in front of you.
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