Mad Father: Nurse AyaDio felt the liquids pour from his eye although his free hand kept a strong hold on it. He couldn't help having his wound seep through the cracks in his hand, but it was his fault he approached the madman's daughter - his intent on gaining her trust- by the wishes of her mother.Mad Father: Nurse Aya2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Was that why he was alive? Just to help a little girl? He couldn't tell the future, but he knew the Doctor would not be lasting long anytime soon. The lighter in his pocket grew heavier, like lead, each time he approached that one fateful room where it all began:
He was a corpse, as always, but he couldn't move. It was impossible for him to have a conscience either, but he could remember it as easily as his own nick-name given by the other walking corpses who shared his fate. The girl whisked away something in her palms, but he couldn't tell with his one eye. She stopped, her pale face turned and her blue eyes shone with fear.
She ran off and he didn't see her until an hour later she returned with a bundle of b
Ib - He Didn't KnowColdness overcame him. Garry had no choice but to lay down as Ib moved forward, a fragment of the very essence of his life snatched away with each time an eerily kind voice would sing. Loves me, Loves me not. Loves me, Loves me not.Ib - He Didn't Know2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Of course he heard the voice. Garry listened to each petal of his magic blue rose fall, floating to the ground as his life wilted with the flower. He had once hoped that Ib might have been able to rescue him, but soon he became aware of how fragile his consciousness was becoming and how soon he would slip into darkness.
Garry wanted only the best for Ib, the cute, fun little girl he had only met that afternoon. In his last moments when the last shining blue petal fell and Mary sounded off a final, blissful Loves me as a cheer of victory Garry had only wished that Ib had made it home safely after all they had been through at this horror show of an art museum and that Mary would stay as far away from the sweet girl as possible. Bli
A Sacrifice (Dio x Aya: Mad Father)Aya sighed heavily, taking the stained gloves off of her hands and placing them into a sink filled with clear water that turned a deep red colour as soon as the gloves came into contact with it. Shifting her gaze from the desk at the side of the room, Maria watched as the short-haired woman walked towards the east-side of the house.A Sacrifice (Dio x Aya: Mad Father)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Are you going to retire, mistress?" She asked, standing up from her desk; knocking over a few papers. Aya nodded slowly and smiled widely at her adoptive mother.
"Ma, my name is Aya not mistress." The dark-haired woman stated, using the nickname she had given the former maid for the past nine years. She could never call Maria 'mother' as it felt out of place however she also knew that when she escaped from the mansion and decided to live with her father's assistant, who became her guardian and eventually her adoptive mother, that saying her name would be disrespectful. Aya opened the door to the hall and looked back at the older woman who bowed her head in
Mad Father: Fanfic Ch. 5Adrenaline flowed through Dio’s veins as he ran into the brush. He ignored the sharp twigs scraping his face and arms. “Aya!!” He screamed again. ‘No, please just give me a little bit more time,’ he thought. Dio reached into his pocket and produced a jar the height of your spacebar. He whispered, “In hoc dolium iacet animas purus corde. Mitte eis mecum.” A small flash concealed the spell.Mad Father: Fanfic Ch. 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dio let oxygen fill his lungs as he reached a small patch; the tall trees let no light shine through. “Ah, ah, ah!” He heard the doctor say. Dio turned his head and there stood Aya and her father resting the knife against her neck. “One more step and she comes with me… now that, as I see, you have the souls,” he paused for emphasis, “Then, again. I’ll just take my little Aya with me anyway. Why wait!”
“Wait! …just one second,” Dio yelled before the Doctor plunged the knife into her. Dio
Mad Father: Fanfic Epilogue- An Ending to the EndI lied in bed, coughing. A silver strand of hair fell into my face. ‘Is it time?’ I thought, ‘Already?’ I glanced around the room, no one cared to see a lonely old woman pass away. Especially an old woman like me. There were very few people who cared for me in my lifetime, anyway. Two… three at the most.Mad Father: Fanfic Epilogue- An Ending to the End2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Stifling a laugh I felt a nonexistent dagger pierced through my chest, ‘Damn, I got old.’ Between my ongoing work and thoughts dwelling on a miserable memory of my past I hadn’t really thought of myself.
I was surrounded by death. Even in my childhood, although, falling into death’s arms myself was a… pleasant change. The pain was beginning to recede from my 79 year old body. The havoc I caused upon myself was contained once again, never to be released. My eyelids grew heavy.
After losing once again another person. I-I remember it in so much clarity. My assistant, Maria, hadn’t returned. After a couple of days I
Promise- Ib/Garry fanfictionIb shot up breathing hard and fastalmost to the point of hyperventilation. Her heart pounded in her chest and felt as if it was going to burst. Cold sweat dampened her face like morning due on grass, her hands clenched tightly, making my knuckles whiteit almost looked as if the bone was ready to burst through the skin. Franticly, her widened eyes searched the unfamiliar room at such a speed her brain couldn't comprehend anything within the room. Her entire body shook violently fearing this unknown place. A dizzy sensation fell over her, she almost felt like she was going to vomit or pass out again.Promise- Ib/Garry fanfiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Morning Ib, how are you feeling?"
Ib inhaled sharply, the voice had startled her. Her body froze as her eyes searched for the man who spoke. It was GarryOh thank heavens! Something familiar in this dreadful, mysterious place! She saw him peer out from behind a bookshelf before walking over to her. A gentle smile played on his lips as he kneeled down in front of her. She tr
Cupcakes 2: Chapter 4- FluttershyCupcakes 2: Chapter 4- Fluttershy3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cupcakes 2: Silence of the Hares
Edited by The Color Twelve
Chapter 4: Fluttershy
Rain dripped loudly against the window of Twilight's library. She was trying to sleep, but couldn't. She knew that Pinkie knew where she was. She also knew that even with the Royal Guard's protection, she was exposed. She tried to calm herself down, but nothing seemed to work. She had read books about the subject of psychology, and knew what she was suffering from, but that didn't help her cope with it at all.
Her fearful reverie was interrupted by three muffled knocks that rang through the house. Twilight sat up with a jolt. She paused, waiting for something to happen. 'Must be my imagination,' Twilight said to herself as she laid her head back down on the pillow. Then the sound came again, three more quiet knocks. "Is someone there?" Twilight called, walking towards the door.
"Twilight? Can I talk with you?" A soft voice spoke through the door. Twilight was already sure who it was, but she s
Liebesleid Chapter 5 (Ib fanfiction)It's so dark...so very dark. He knows for sure he's dead, but he can still hear the beating of his concrete heart against his steel ribs, taut skin stretched across metal framework.Liebesleid Chapter 5 (Ib fanfiction)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She's not here. The darkness slides away as he blinks with non-existent eyelids and sucks in a breath with quicksand-filled lungs.
This world is empty. There is no Ivonne waiting for him with open arms and a warm smile. Nothing but blankness, miles and miles of empty, empty loneliness.
It's too much.
The realization that he is forever trapped in a cage of his own design- he can only watch numbly as he sinks to his iron knees, acidic tears burning holes into his eyes, his hands.
Over the endless decades, he gets accustomed to it. Watching as his artwork takes on a life of its own, devouring people, spitting them back out if they are indigestible.
Behind carnivorous, candy-colored bars consisting of mannequins and lady fingers, he can only dream pointlessly.
Until they arrive. A tiny, crimso
Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-Garry flicked his smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his heel as he faintly heard the final school bell ring. He waited patiently as the students began flooding out the entrance gates, talking of how they were going to just waste their days away, as opposed to studying for tests or working on school projects. He exhaled the plume of smoke he had been holding back, and settled his hands into his pockets. It was just like every other day.Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since their reunion after the art gallery, Garry made it a point to see Ib everyday. After school he would walk her home or to his house to help her study. If it were a weekend, the two of them would go to the cafe and have some macaroons and some drinks—juice for her, coffee for him. Then after that, they'd stop at Garry's apartment just to hang out and talk about random things. There was quite an age gap between the two, but Ib was Garry's best friend.
The aforementioned girl rounded the corner to the entrance, walking to
Promise of ReunionPromise of Reunion3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Promise of Reunion...Finale...
Make a wish Ib.
Come Ib, make a wish
"Make a wish Ib!"
"Yay! Happy birthday! Wish wish wish~!"
Ib stared at the flickering candles, they looked at her as if they were actually staring at her. The fire, it burned her eyes, as if they were peeking into her soul some how. They reminded her of everything she had lost, everything she had yet to gain why did Ib think so deeply about the silliest of things? Why did she care so much?
She took in a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She felt like she was underwater in the deep blue.
'I wish I wish that'
Ib blew out the candles with a small smile, and looked around as everyone clapped for her. Of course Ami had to ask "What'd you wish for~?"
"I'm not saying anything." Ib hummed lightly and couldn't help but giggle, and Ami giggled in return "Aw, but Ib~"
"If I told you... it wouldn't come true."
Wishes were serious business.
Right after, the cake was sliced and
The word Dio only has one i....The word Dio only has one i.9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I see... A light...
A man just walked in.
A white lab coat, a doctor's mask, gloves, and foggy glasses.
Can't see his eyes...
Has brown hair...
Looks extremely evil..
What does he have...
In his ha--...
He's... Not here.
I'm fully conscious now.
If I remember correctly, he injected a shot into my...
Yes, my left arm. He wouldn't stop pushing it deeper and deeper into my flesh.
Eventually, the point of the needle stuck out the other side of my arm.
It's bleeding and hurts agonizingly...
My right eye is being forced open by some metal contraption...
All four of my limbs and my neck are securely tied down to this cold, metal table...
With... No, that's not rope...
Ok, that's definitely barb wire. It hurts to move. Great, now I won't stop bleeding. I wonder how I'm going to--!
Memories CranniesMemories Crannies3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Memories Crannies...Part One...
It impacted her life forever. Life had been the slowest ever since.
No one understood
"Isn't it great, Ib? We get to graduate soon!"
One of her friends seemed terribly excited about their high school graduation. It would be happening in less than two weeks, and seniors would even be allowed to leave school a week early to prepare for the graduation ceremony that would take place in the following week. It was quite hectic for all the seniors of the school, of course for teachers as well, but with everything coming up in a few days, there was a serious need to think and plot about ones future or who they would become.
Ib's friend, Ami, wanted to become a doctor, was accepted to a great college in a far away state, and already had scholarships and full paid grants for her tuition. She was strangely smart for someone so bubbly and... un-focused?
She reminded her of someone...
Someone she wished she could forget.
Of Art and Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 4)I have a large tub of triple-chocolate ice cream. Yay.Of Art and Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 4)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oh dear. Just . . . just . . . Oh my.
You slowly slid down the door, despite being able to feel the Lady pounding at the door on the
The witch's house/Majo no Ie - Friendship Ellen knew, from the very start, that she was an extremely unfortunate girl. Having caught an illness at an early age, her parents were most of the time frantically searching for a cure to aid her deadly disease. So most of the time, they were away searching for the cure, and little Ellen was left alone in her house, restrained to her bed and unable to even stand, much less play with the children outside. However, Ellen wasn't to know her parents were away for a good cause – for all she knew, she was sick and her parents were away and didn't even care.The witch's house/Majo no Ie - Friendship2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Though Ellen was a pretty girl, her sickness caused her to be shunned from groups of children – her amount of friends slowly dwindled down to nothing. Most of the time, she was alone, kept in the darkness as she mourned over her miserable life. But years onward, everything changed when a local girl by the name of Viola became her close friend. Viola had everything the sick girl ever wanted
[Ib Fanfiction] Rightfully Mine Again[Ib Fanfiction] Rightfully Mine Again3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I felt a sharp pain in my sides. My head was spinning and I felt as if I had been sleeping for years.
My eyes twitched open to reveal a dark hallway.
Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore.
I felt around me to look for my lighter. It would light the hall, even if just a little.
It wasn't in my pocket, so it probably fell out. Beside me, a couple steps away, was the lighter on... A piece of cloth?
I lit the fire device to look. There were small letters made out of crayon. "I'm sorry." was all it said. It was barely there, seeing as it was written on a silk handkerchief, but it was there.
It didn't completely strike me until I waved the lighter around. Farther down the hall, I spotted a yellow object. It was near a flight of stairs, leading upwards. I crawled towards it, still feeling too weak to stand.
It was a small, yellow, circular candy. I read the label. It was lemon flavoured. Something about it just made me wonder. I remembered it. The memory was foggy, but it was at the top of my mi
Ib's Lullaby [Draft]Ib's Lullaby [Draft]2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
[In the early afternoon, under a gray sky, Ib and her parents were on their way to an art gallery.
"Did you remember everything, Ib?
Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know, the one you got for your birthday?
Keep it safe in your pocket, okay? Don't lose it!]
Come, let us play a game
No adults will ever know
That you disappeared
To our little show
Come into the portal
Many friends are waiting
For you to arrive
To a world of paintings
Just take a step
Into the deep Abyss
You'll be fine, just trust me
We promise that you won't be missed
Keep your rose close to you
5 petals, see?
Each one that's pulled off
Represents an injury
Don't get too close to the walls
Don't break the mannequins
Each holds many consequences
Make sure you don't lose your senses
Come, let us play a game
A game which will risk your life
Three you will hold
Don't fill them with strife
Such a colorful world
For you all to explore
Don't get lost in it
Just keep walking forward
Find the key and
Quickly head for home
The CreepyPasta Child: Chapter OneThe CreepyPasta Child: Chapter One2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Winter... Oh the coldest time of the year. Beautiful, I must say, snow is like Innocence.
My name is Isabella - I don't remember my childhood, it's as if It was purposely erased from my mind, and I was just left. I felt empty, like I didn't know who I was.
My dad said he found me in the Forrest, just a few miles away from our house, though I find it hard to believe I was just thrown out like garbage...
Whoever gave birth to me is worth nothing...
And the weirdest thing about me was how I had a strange scar/birthmark. It looked like an X, but with a circle around it, as if someone purposely marked me. It was hidden on my waist,and once in a while, I would stare at it, trying to figure out its meaning.
Clicking my cell phone, I sigh, seeing that a few jocks from my high school sent me text messages like, 'hey bby, Wan2 go out wit me?'
Of course, I reject. Those boy aren't worth my time - I deserve better.... well, I like to think.
Throughout my life, I ha
Promise of a ReunionPromise of a ReunionPromise of a Reunion2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ib[Game]: by Kouri
She strained to stretch her hand out, as far as possible, toward the blinding white pouring out of the canvas. Within it, a strong, lean hand reached out; its owner trying with all his might to grasp that tiny, delicate hand.
His fingers curled around hers the moment they made contact, then pulled the body from whence it came close to his chest; enveloping the slight figure into the folds of his tattered faded navy-blue coat. The girl, though shaken, held on steadfast, the strength of her grasp defying its tiny structure.
"Oh!" A Sharp intake of cold recycled air entered her lungs, producing an exclamation barely audible above that of a whisper.
Ib stood bewilderedly in front of the canvas. Vision snapping back to where she was supposed to be looking at: the minuscule title of the colossal masterpiece.
"Fabricated World" echoed through her mind, even though she did not recognize the characters that made up the l
My Space Piano Teacher(Yume Nikki, Masada x reader fanfic)My Space Piano Teacher9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's dark. It's taken you longer than usual to get to this square stone hallway, and it too looks elongated compared to before. The wall-mounted lights are all turned off beyond the elevator room and you can't see very far in. Your feet hurt. You keep walking.
You know there'll be a flame at the end, like there always has been, and you know that the corridor doesn't have any turns in it, but you also can't see anything besides, very faintly, the corners between the floor and the walls. You see only enough to know to keep walking. It feels very lonely down here in the dark.
All of a sudden, the light you'd been waiting for erupts in front of you, revealing the familiar staircase and startling you off your feet. You fall backwards onto the floor and your umbrella flies out of your hand. You recover yourself quickly and spot it again on the edge of the fire's light, hurrying to grab it. You know the flame doesn't grow or shrink, but something about