The real story of AmnesiaThe real story of Amnesia3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Mr.Tall#1: wazzup ?
Mr.Tall#2: Nuthin much
Mr.Tall#1: Oh i see ..have you caught daniel?
Mr.Tall#2: Nah but mr.face did
Mr.Tall#1: ah well then
Mr.Tall#2: lets find mr.face sos we can get daniel
Mr.Tall#2: Lets go broski
Mr.Tall#1: Alright then
Mr.Tall#2: Sup Mr.Face
Mr.Tall#1: Have you seen daniel?
Mr.Tall#2: Yew sed yew fownd heem!
Mr.Face: I lieed
Mr.Tall#1: HOW DARE YOU LIE D< *raises hatchet*
Mr.Face: Yew kno what Alexander will say
Mr.Tall#2: Ya Mr.Tall
*Daniel runs in*
Daniel: Oh SH*T!
Mr.Tall#1: AFTAH HIM! D<
Mr.Face: Geet im!
Mr.Tall#2: I haz him!
Daniel: Let go!
Mr.Tall#1: *swings hatchet* :3
Mr.Tall#2: Deeood! Yew almost hit me and Danny escopayed!
Mr.Tall#1: oppsies >w>
Mr.Tall#2: weell geet heem!
Mr.Face: Ill get him
Mr.Tall#2: Mr.Face just shut op
Desolate Reflection - AxDDaniel walked up the spiral staircase of the Transept and made his way to Alexander's private study upstairs. As he walked, Daniel hardly glanced at the hanging caged prisoners who were whimpering to themselves and most likely praying for some sort of miracle. Daniel felt a sneer form on his lips as he heard one of the prisoners cry out that he was innocent. Daniel glared him and yelled for him to be silent before making it to the top of the stairs. He would have to tell Alexander that the prisoner was ready to be extracted.Desolate Reflection - AxD4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He went through the door of the study and closed it behind him. As the door shut, everything turned silent, but there was another noise that disturbed the peace. Daniel looked over at Alexander, finding the noise was coming from his direction. Usually when Daniel came to visit Alexander in his office, he found the Baron writing notes. This time however, Alexander wasn't even holding the fountain pen used to write those notes. Instead, he seemed to be holding his fa
Roses - AxD AmnesiaThere was something Daniel always noticed about Alexander. It wasn't the man's usual behavior involving how mischievous he really was, or how much of a mystery he seemed to be when it came to his inspiring knowledge that he so craved to help him. It was something completely different that changed how Daniel looked at the older man. More than any other time he felt awed by the man's simple presence.Roses - AxD Amnesia4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alexander had a fondness for roses.
Daniel found this fact out on accident while he was searching for him. He wanted to ask about what he should do next, involving protecting himself from the Shadow's wrath. However, Alexander wasn't in his studies or even the underground prisons where he usually found the man watching tortured victims with a strange gleam in his dark eyes. Instead, he found him in a peculiar place, the castle's garden.
When Daniel entered the garden, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the color red filling up the entire room. For a moment, a flash of the prisoner's scre
35. Hold My Hand"Hold my hand, Alois." Justine said, flashing me one of her sweet smiles. I held her hand, so happy to be with her, but uncomfortable to be in the dungeon.35. Hold My Hand4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where are we going, my love?" I realized my voice was shaking with fear? No, no, with anticipation I think.
"You will see, soon enough. Or, should I say, hear?" Justine giggled. I smiled weakly, my mind wandering to thoughts of Malo and Basille. It had been weeks since I had last seen them. Did they lose interest in Justine? Gosh, I hoped so.
"In here, my sweet." She beckoned me into a room with a strange contraption next to a fireplace. The bright, warm fire contrasted with the sickly, green glow of the stone walls.
"What ?" I began, but Justine cut me off with a quick kiss. My heart leaped with joy. She really did love me more than Basille!
"Lay down on this. Oh we're going to have so much fun!" She clapped excitedly. I nodded, still in a daze. I'd do anything for my Justine
"Close your eyes, Alois. This ma
Justine's Face BookJUSTINE has changed her relationship status to SINGLEJustine's Face Book4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Justine is single! That means she is no longer seeing anyone....! We can finally be together, my love! Oh joy! <3<3<3
-BASILE replied to your comment
Alois you idiot, she was dating YOU. This means you're broken up. >:I
W-what?! No...! That is not true! Justine and I are meant to be...! She would never break up with me! D':
-MALO replied to your conversation
Oh~hohoho~!! Little Alois iz sad, no~? Hehehe...get ze tissues Basile! LOL
You're just lying because you're jealous! YOU'RE probably the one Justine broke up with! She knows she can do better than YOU, Basile! >:C
AND STOP THAT MALO! Crying isn't a shameful thing you know! Justine likes it when I cry!
THE HELL I'M JEALOUS. I HATE THAT COCK SUCKING WHORE. IF ANYONE IS BREAKING UP WITH ANYONE, I'M BREAKING UP WITH HER. THAT BITCH.
Agrippa's Ending- TDD FanFicAgrippa's Ending- TDD FanFic4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Well, this is it Daniel," said the disembodied head of Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa, "beyond these doors is Alexander. Don't worry boy, I have faith in you!" He continued to encourage. Daniel nodded slightly, still unnerved that he was holding a talking head, but he pushed that aside, he had a bigger problem at hand. The large door in front of his stood there menacingly, he knew what awaited on the other side. The small man put Agrippa's head in his satchel, and put both hands on the cold wooden door. He inhaled, and pushed them open.
"I was wondering when you would show up. I see Agrippa convinced you to run a few errands." The Baron's deep voice echoed in the Inner Sanctum. "And I see you successfully made the tonic for my old friend. Tell me, did sawing off that git's head remind you of anything? I recall you were so fond of 'paint the man. cut the-,'"
"Shut up!" Daniel spoke up. "T-that was the old me, and I've come to make amends for those past sins." He looked around the room. His
Beautiful and Pale - AxDBefore staying at the Castle of Brennenburg, Daniel did recall hearing some of its darker tales from the towns below. Despite the fact they could've all been lies or simple scary stories about the castle that's been around for more than 300 years, he still couldn't help but expect something out of the castle. However, helping Alexander torture, kill, and brutally extract Vitae from prisoners wasn't something on his list of things to expect. Daniel didn't care much after a while since he was doing this to save himself and clean the population of its criminals. Yet, despite that thought, he couldn't help but remember those rumors. What was Alexander really planning? He wondered to himself as he went down to one of the rooms that Alexander was usually found in. Looking at the recent bodies and most likely extracting Vitae from them.Beautiful and Pale - AxD4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
However, when he walked into the room his whole train of thought of Alexander seemed to have stopped and blanked completely. The other male was doing s
Warm Sensations - AxDFinally.Warm Sensations - AxD4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The substance was complete and Alexander found himself breathing a small sigh of relief as he held up a small testing tube up to the candle light. It glowed a soft blue, indicating his success. He placed it on the holder and wiped the blood off his hands with a towel. "There," he muttered to himself and glanced over at the old grandfather clock. It was late and he still had to check up on Daniel. The younger male had fainted earlier that day while working on a prisoner. At first, Alexander thought the Shadow had taken a hold, but instead, he found that Daniel had only fainted from a high fever. Relieved and a bit irked, Alexander sent Daniel up to his bed chambers where he would be kept an eye on while he broke through the fever.
With a tired sigh Alexander sat his aging body in the chair, preparing himself for his trip up to Daniel's room. His golden irises glanced once again at the vial of blue liquid and picked it up, rubbing the glass on his fingers. The glass
055 - Waiting ForeverMichael's conduct with women has always remained professionala carry-over from Michael Long's occupation as a police officer, no doubt. This hasn't changed since he became Michael Knight, and began tackling interaction with women on our assignments. As I stated previously: Professional. He may joke, yes, flirt in return, offer a smile or a touch, but never has he abused an alliance with a female contact, colleague or acquaintance though his methods of completing a mission are a little dubious at times.055 - Waiting Forever4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Regardless of his methodology, there is little doubt in my mind that Michael is nothing but the finest agent the Foundation could ask for in regards to on the job interpersonal conduct. The ladies certainly seem to love himin multiple ways.
And that's the strangest thingMichael has never expressed an interest in returning the affections of these young ladies. There would be smiles, friendly touches, light flirtation and a daring rescue here or there, but at the en
Spaces in my heartSpaces in my heart.Spaces in my heart6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Slashy fluff warning!
Bumblebees knees gave out on him. Slowly he collapsed to the ground, shaking his head back and forth. The cold feeling of shock was settling through all of his systems, leaving him... cold.
Sam! Inwardly he was screaming that one name over and over again. Not now, he pleaded with whatever gods he could remember. Dont take him now.
Mikaela was being pulled away from Sam by Lennox, as medics rushed in to try and save the person she loved most.
Bumblebee realized, that for the first time since hed known Sam and Mikaela, they were finally on the same page regarding Sam.
Please, he thought shaking his head. Please let him live.
The medics were shaking their head, mouthing the words that he didnt want to hear. Didnt want to understand. He lowered his head into his hands, his systems wanting to shut down. The sound of the battles, the sounds of his fellow Autobots dying,
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #91, 92, 93!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #91, 92, 93!2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
#91) Me and my boyfriend have been bronies from the beginning and we've been thinking about having a kid. We heard somewhere that they can inject animal DNA into the womb in the first few weeks to give the child animal-like features. We think this would be the coolest thing ever but we fear others will frown on it and our beautiful pony child will be looked down upon. What advice do you have for me?
Answer: I think your sources are quite credible. You can, indeed, inject animal DNA into the womb to create animal-human hybrids. That's why you quite often see dog-boys, cat-girls and giraffe-children walking around town centres. It's becoming more acceptable nowadays, but you might want to give it a few more years before you try it out, just to avoid the beast-baby facing ridicule at school. They may have an elephant-teacher, which would help the child feel more 'normal', but if all the class-mates are human, or another form of animal hybrid, it could be difficult for them
Portal - BackupTheir worst issue, probably, was not having a chance of turning back.Portal - Backup2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Watching the scientist fall, chamber after chamber, had shown her. They were so predictable in their death; the same scene played, on each face, in front of every leap.
Their eyes spoke volumes. As cold and logical as they tried to be, the long calculations in their glance were, deep down, the image of fear. Terror made their only true ally in a choice they couldn’t avoid — land on the other side, safely, or no longer have any limbs to get up.
To humans, now can never mean then, and the end means it’s over.
In so many ways, metaphorical and real, Science was their opposite. She loved locking them in the tracks of their own creation, ignoring their foolish need for life — she wanted them to feel, in the truest sense, what eternity meant. They had so longed for it, after all. It was time, for them all, to realize they did not belong.
Blood was shed, their bones broke like glass. On the one side
Portal 2 - ReflectionPortal 2 - Reflection3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sometimes it was the echo of her rage.
It came without warnings, splitting in half those long days of testing the days in which her Aperture, the Aperture she had been planning since her first moments, had finally trapped the whole lot of humans in its maze.
Her deadly calm would break, all of a sudden; and the hatred would burst in her cables, bringing back to life yells and tears of events long gone by then.
The worn faces staring at her from the test chambers became full, healthy and arrogant again; she saw them through the eyes of a offended woman, of a victim. Their bodies looked renewed and clean, back in space and time she was among them and protested, screamed, argued back from the bottom of her heart. She struggled to save her dignity, to save herself; but it was too late.
Always too late, forever too late. Too late to take back her silent consent, too late to prevent her desperation from exploding; too late to spare hundreds of people the fate they had suffered,
An Alternative RouteAn Alternative Route3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've been in this place for ninety days already.
It seems surreal. I've kept track of every day that has gone by, and everything still feels like it happened mere hours ago. But it's only natural, given that I have spent most of that time in bed. Time crawls by, as it usually does.
The doctors said I've improved a bit since that day. I'm slightly more talkative now, and they trust me enough to leave me alone both in my room and outside. I trust myself, too, so that makes recovery less of an ordeal than I thought it would be. Self-harming is more or less history, though I still have difficulty controlling myself. Medication helps... when I take it. I ignore the doctors' advice when it comes to the pills: I want to recover on my own. True, the pills have been helpful in the past, but that's it: in the past. This is now, and I don't need them to put m
Romantic Dinner for... Two?"The most romantic way to start any meal," Michael joked, carefully sticking himself with an insulin pen. "Insulin shots."Romantic Dinner for... Two?4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Michael, the only thing more romantic would be you in a hospital for sugar shock, KITT replied.
Michael smiled as he capped the pen and stuck it back in his jacket pocket. "We could have done that," he teased. "It's not like this is only the second date."
Please, Michael. It would have been a scoff, were it not for the affection in KITT's voice modulator. A Trans AM never degrades himself like that.
"Not even after a year in a committed relationship?"
Allow me to clarifya proper Trans AM never degrades himself like that.
Michael laughed, honest and open, at the words as he started unpacking his dinner. Nothing too fancymuch to KITT's annoyance, a combo meal from a fast food jointbut Michael was certain he could make it work. He took a moment to shrug out of his jacket and drape it across KITT's hood and set
015 - SilenceKITT blamed himself. He hadn't gotten to Michael fast enough, and look at what happened. Michael had been beaten to a bloody pulp by a group of thugs. It was something of a miracle he'd been able to stand up when KITT skidded onto the scene, to say nothing of him collapsing into the driver seat and letting KITT do the hard work as he tried to staunch his nosebleed with his shirtsleeve.015 - Silence4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He'd been hurting fiercely by the time they'd arrived at the Foundation again, at which point doctors that had already been summoned all but pulled Michael from KITT and whisked him away to destinations inaccessible to the Trans AM.
Now, KITT was parked near a courtyard near the mansion's western entrance, brooding, turning the events over in his CPU and criticizing his performance. KITT was a very harsh self-critic when it came to his failures...
Also on the west side of the mansion was the office of one Devon Miles, who was watching KITT through the glass door that lead to said outside courtyard. He fr
Those Nights: Prologue GhiralinkThose Nights: Prologue Ghiralink3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wanted to be your everything; however, I wanted you to be nothing. It has gone on like this for a bit now. I make futile attempts to desecrate your confidence and fervor for that silly incompetent Goddess of yours, and you spit in my face metaphorically by keeping silent and stoic throughout my atrocious treatment during the commonplace mood swings I have. Our days spent together differ quite a bit from when we began but the nights I devote to watching you sleep in ignorance are all the same as they begun. Hot angry tears cascade down my supple, perfect cheeks while I make mental accusations about you in the still of this quiet night. Don't you understand how torn you make me? Does it disturb you to know that the only reason you are alive in this situation is because of my infatuation with you? Do you really mourn your people's predicament without any self-preservation? How come you don't give in already?
Do you ever return my desires Link?
When I captured you I did
Beware the Darkness (Amnesia)Beware the Darkness (Amnesia)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
S-S-S-So cold. I-I can't find my tongue. Oh, so freezing. I can feel the draft through the w-walls, slipping their way through the bricks and touching me like a dead lover. This air it is musty, and yet whenever I breathe, I feel so desperately alone. Alone. Oh God, I am not alone. Solitude would be a blessing here.
Beware the darkness. Beware its sound and its scent. The darkness will kill me here, for I do not know what lurks within its monstrous shadows. I can hear the scratching of rabid mice and the moans of souls who haven't found the light. Light! I need light. The darkness will kill me here. It will kill me. I will die.
Fire! A fire. Thank you, God, for this fire. I have never been so grateful to you for an element before. The glowit eradicates the darkness. Light is life. Flame is vitality. Just a little more time it saves me. I cannot get anywhere without this fire. Without it, I would burn. I would burn into ashes to be swept away by this wind
TF - GuardianTransformers - GuardianTF - Guardian8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bumblebee and Sam
The day had started out so promising. A beautiful summer morning that made everyone in the Ark cheerful even Prowl and Ironhide.
Bumblebee had been sitting just outside the main entrance, his back against the Ark as he gazed up at the sky. It was getting late in the afternoon, and the sun warmed the area as it edged closer to the horizon. A smile spread on his faceplate as he heard a small, familiar voice, and he averted his gaze.
Sam waved as he came closer to the Autobot, and Bumblebee brought his optics onto the teen.
Bumblebee greeted. Sam smiled, coming up beside Bumblebee,
Welcome back? I wasnt gone that long Bee.
He said with a laugh. Sam stretched a little,
It was only a trip to see my Uncle and all of my wonderful little cousins.
Im guessing you enjoyed yourself?
Bumblebee questioned. Sam paused, then looked up at Bumblebee,
Santa Grunt is Coming FOR YOUYou better watch out, you better not crySanta Grunt is Coming FOR YOU3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
you better just run, I'm telling you why
Santa Grunt is coming for YOU!
They're lurking about
Checking each room
Along with the Shadow that will seal your doom.
Santa Grunt is coming for YOU!
He sees you through the light
He knows if you're inside
He know if your sanity cracked and low so just RUN and save your hide!
So you better watch out, you better not cry
you better just run, I'm telling you why
Santa Grunt is coming for YOU!
Just Another Dream But Real?!Just Another Dream But Real?! 2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Just Another Dream But Real?!
There you are in school wearing your (fav shirt), (fav pants), (fav shoes), and your (h/l)(h/c) down. You are at school like any other, staring out a window, letting your mind wonder after just arguing with you best friend, until *bam* some real idiot just had to dump water on to you. Your face is bright red with anger and embarrassment. You look up to come face to face with a handsome guy with long dark brown hair, tied to one side with deep, dark, chestnut colored eyes, looking down at you with an expression of concern on his face. Before he could say anything, everything went black and you found yourself no longer staring into the eyes of a really handsome man, but looking up at your bedroom ceiling laying in bed. ‘Seriously?! That was only a dream?’ you thought to yourself as you slowly got out of bed and
TF - ReigniteTitle- ReigniteTF - Reignite7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sequel to- Guardian
I am your guardian Sam and as long as my spark pulses within me, I will always love and protect you.
Thats all that greeted Sam as he awoke. He didnt open his eyes as he laid on something hard. It wasnt cold, but he wouldve bet that he was lying on metal, with a blanket underneath him for some comfort. His shirt was missing, but he didnt care.
A blanket was draped over him as well, and it took Sam a few seconds to remember what had happened.
He had died. Or he had been dieing but why was he alive? He could still remember the piece of shrapnel that had sliced through him, cutting into his chest and stomach like a hot knife on butter.
The horrid pain that had shocked his body, and crumpling back against a building in confusion and agony.
Bumblebee had saved him. The moment he remembered the yellow warrior, he felt a strange e
Portal - Too many variablesPortal - Too many variables3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A computer ruling humans - this is the theorem. But wasn't it supposed to be the other way round?
In this problem of many, she is the only variable to unveil a true solution and let the algorithm of destiny go on.
As shaky as your memories may be, there will always be a wall to hold your graphs. You still love these concrete blocks.
That Is exactly the reason why you never trusted mathematics. Change an index, a single figure in a number - and watch as the truth collapses on itself, in no time.
Life flows like it wants to. Now, for example, the present does not exist to you - you jump between pale memories and future desperations, without a warning. Time is not a brother of numbers.
Your best friend turning into a metal cube and back. Such is the power of numbers, the modern gods of mankind.
You call them and silence answers. They are white and black, they no longer breathe. It makes you wonder - were their calculations fast enough?
For every new way, you find a labyrinth of chances. F