Starved- CreepypastaStarved- Creepypasta in Horror More Like This
It was finally done. The little Zweilous plush I had spent weeks to make was finally finished. It was lifezise, the tops of the two heads standing at 4'08". I loved it, and in honor of it, I decided to go get a Deino on my Black version and name it in honor of the plush. I turned on my DSi and skipped through all of the opening screens until I got to the 3D Reshiram. I watched the camera pan around the white Pokemon in circles, then resumed to press start and begin my game. I was at Skyarrow Bridge, and I remembered that I had was trying to hatch an egg. I used my Kyurem, Cruornivi, and made him use Fly. The Unova map faded in from black, and I moved the red cursor on the screen up until it hovered over Victory Road. I clicked it, and the Fly animation came up, the screen faded, and faded back in. My trainer sprite was standing at the foot of the rocky mountain, the gates behind me and the dark entrance to the cave in front. After a few minutes of fighting and easily defeating Durants
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 1- The PickpocketYou looked out over the usually busy streets of Constantinople. This was your pitiful life. Living as a pickpocket had never been the life you would choose, but it was you. You had worked alone for your entire life, preferring solitude rather than a large faction, which most thieves gravitated towards. After regretfully reflecting on your lifestyle, you exhaled a long, drawn-out sigh. Crouching on the ledge of one of the city's large buildings, you gingerly set a hand down on the stone to support yourself as you peeked over the edge. Not too far of a drop down. Too bad leaping straight down wasn't where your target was located. You then proceeded to look up, over a few more heavily-crowded streets, to a merchant irritatingly shouting about the rugs he was selling. He was a large man, dressed in the stereotypical Italian merchant garb. You gave a sickened frown, this man was the living definition of annoying. Too bad for him you were about to ruin his day.Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 1- The Pickpocket in Romance More Like This
Giving a quick sweep of the ar
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 2- The Brotherhood"What do you say, bella?~"Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 2- The Brotherhood in Romance More Like This
You blinked, uncertainty starting to creep in. You had always worked alone in your work, but you had always felt as if something were missing. It could be a number of things, you thought. Being part of a family, using your gift for a cause bigger than yourself... Or maybe even you just wanted to be with Feli a bit longer. You liked his attitude- you've never experienced this much happiness at once, and it seemed as if he had enough for the both of you.
It's not like anything was holding you back, after all. You gave a quick glance around- the streets were cleared except for you, Feliciano, and the lifeless bodies of guards and Arquebusiers downed by Lovino.
You continued to stare into his eyes for a moment- in them, you could see nothing but warmth and kindness. They were definitely something you wouldn't want to ever leave.
"O O-okay." You gave a short nod. "Really?!" Feliciano asked, his smile getting bigger, if at all possible. "That is-a fantastic!"
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 3- The First"--And-a you can stay with Feliciano in-a his quarters," Lovino said, in a surprisingly kind tone. He set a gloved hand on the door to Feliciano's room. You shot him a weird look, holding your bulky new Assassin clothing in your arms, "Why don't you stay with him? He's your brother, after all."Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 3- The First in Romance More Like This
"I can't-a stand my brother," He began, rolling his eyes slightly, "All-a he talks about is-a pasta and pizza, It's-a all so obnoxious " He opened the door, casually stepping inside. Feliciano had been sent on something called an "ingredient gathering mission", so Lovino was showing you around, helping you get your armor and cloak, and so on.
Apparently it was very important, because Feli was sent off not long before he brought you to the Assassin's Den.
You carefully stepped inside behind Lovi, looking around. Feliciano's room was messy, several weapons just nonchalantly scattered about at dangerous angles (such as the blade of a scimitar on the ground facing you and Lovino), along with nu
Shimeji Help TutorialShimeji Help Tutorial in Writing More Like This
This is meant to help people who have had trouble running Shimeji's.
I once downloaded a shimeji and whatever I tried wouldn't work, and it turned out I was only clicking one wrong thing!
This is what works for me, since my computer's pretty old and doesn't like to make things work. If this doesn't work for you, I'm really sorry :c We might be using a different type of computer, internet browser, etc. I'd like to hear and questions you may have, and though I'm not a Shimeji expert, I'll try to help out in any way I can~
1. Downloading Files
I always download .ZIP files from MediaFire. Before I downloaded any Shimeji's, I installed something wierd called WinZip, which is a program for extracting files. It's pretty safe, but can get kind of annoying sometimes. You can download the free evaluation trial if you like, or buy it. I only have the trial, so it will most likely end soon, but that's alright. Anyway, download the .ZIP, then WinZip wil
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 8- The AwakeningYou had already drifted off to sleep before you could see Feliciano's reaction. Your last conscious thoughts had been something along the lines of "what would he think?", "would he hate me?", or even the fleeting spark of hope, "does he love me too?"Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 8- The Awakening in Romance More Like This
Maybe you would never know, just to confess your love as your final breath is released from your lungs. Thoughts of love, death, and the Assassins swam through your consciousness, when suddenly your world went blank. Only the sound of your still-living heartbeat thudded calmly, piercing the abrupt silence.
Out of the vast absence of material form, you saw yourself. Standing in full-clad armor, you glanced around as you tried to take in the inexistent surroundings. Out of the thudding silence, soft footsteps began echoing through the space, as if slowly stalking on wooden flooring. You looked up.
A white-cloaked figure slowly began forming as the footsteps came closer. You felt no fear, muttering a hello.
The figure stopped in front of you.
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 4- The New AssassinYour cheeks got more and more flushed by the minute. How did he randomly teleport into your bed?!Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 4- The New Assassin in Romance More Like This
Trying to avoid contact with him, you placed your hands against his chest and tried to gently push Feliciano away from you. His brows furrowed at the shove, and made a soft noise in his sleep before wrapping his arms tighter around you. Now you found yourself pressed even closer to the Assassin's chest. You felt warm and safe, though you desperately tried to push that feeling to the back of your mind. You tried to squirm away in one last futile attempt, and eventually gave up.
After a while of letting him sleep in silence, you heard a loud yawn next to you. You glanced over to see Feliciano blinking the sleep out of his eyes. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before he gave a big smile, still clinging to you, "Morning, mia bella."
"Good morning Feli " You muttered, blushing still. He flipped some hair out of his face, "Are you-a okay, [F/N]?" He asked, giving you a con
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 6- The FateYou spun around, your heart immediately thudding inside your chest. Five Janissaries stood in a row in front of you, the one in front with his arm crossed over his chest. One of the guards in the back of the group was dragging something heavy and bloody- a beaten heap of a body. Whether it was alive or not, you couldn't make out.Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 6- The Fate in Romance More Like This
"Seems as though the-a little pickpocket got lost and-a tangled in the Brotherhood " The cocky head Janissary scoffed, giving a husky, dry laugh. It sounded awful- as if he had sand in his throat- and it sent a eerie shiver down your spine. These were the same guards that almost killed you the mere days before.
Without thinking, you held your Splinter bomb tighter. You suddenly had an epiphany
And you did- in one wide involuntary swing of the arm, you sent the small sphere full of deadly caltrops right into the ranks of your attackers. One Janissary on the side saw it first, and he immediately flung his body away from their patrol. The oth
Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 7- The WoundsHe continued sobbing into the leather pauldron on your shoulder. Lovino now made his way towards the two of you- finishing off a Janissary that was desperately trying to claw away. "Are you-a okay, [F/N]?" he asked, panting slightly, wiping some sweat from his forehead with a white-clad sleeve. You nodded very slightly, the slightest hint of movement sent shocks of pain from your shoulders and hips to your spine.Assassin!ItalyxReader-Part 7- The Wounds in Romance More Like This
You hadn't noticed your wince once you spoke, the pain from the caltrops in your skin was like a burning, searing pain. They'd be sore tomorrow, huh? Feeling a small spasm of pain go through you, you twitched, alerting Feliciano of your injuries. He stopped squeezing his arms desperately around you, he had been hugging you close to him the entire time. The Italian gave a quiet sniffle, wiping his still-tearful eyes with a hand. You looked at him sadly- it pained you, even more, to see him cry like that
He attempted to smile reassuringly to you, "S-sorry, bella " he
Creepypasta - CursedAn old woman knelt in front of the grave, a bouquet of violets in herCreepypasta - Cursed in Horror More Like This
arms. Her body shook with sobs, and there was a small, wet stain on
the floor where her tears had fallen. A carved Ninetales was crouched
on top of the stone in front of her, and an inscription was carved
into it in slanted, elegant letters.
"Here lies Moonshine, the best Pokémon her owner could ever ask for."
The Ninetales's eyes were a pair of blue gemstones, and the tips of
its tails were covered in slightly rusted copper. It was beautifully
detailed, with each little claw carved out, each strand of fur viSible
if one looked hard enough.
Only the best for her little Ninetales.
Oh, what she wouldn't give to see her again.
It was Eve's tenth birthday, and around the table were scattered
presents, their wrapping paper covered with intricate designs,
shimmering bows stuck onto each of them. The little girl squealed
excitedly, almost shaking from anticipation. She couldn't wait!
After snapping several pictur
BoltStop hating me.Bolt in Horror More Like This
I never did anything to you.
Why would I want to do anything to you? The only reason I would try to hurt you in any way would be if you hurt me.
I still loved you. Now I'm not so sure. Why should I love someone who hates me more than anything else in the world?
Why is everything so cold?
I never liked Swablus. I don't know why; I just didn't like them. Actually, they were one of my least favorite Pokémon. Ironically enough, Altaria was among my favorites. So, naturally, when I caught a Swablu in my Sapphire, I trained it as quickly as I could, and it took the chief position in my party. The result was a high-leveled Swablu, a slightly underleveled Marshtomp, and a bunch of low-level Pokémon.
I had named the Swablu Bolt, as I thought it would be cool to have an Altaria with storm cloud wings and lightning through them. I always liked electric types anyways, and so an electric version of one of my favorite Pokémon would be amazing.
The Save File has been Deleted...I practically leaped for joy the day my Firered cartridge came in the mail. Charizard was my favorite Pokémon of all time, and I was finally going to get one! I had already beat SoulSilver, but I wasn't able to beat Red yet, and so didn't have a Charmander. And anyways, it was more fun to raise a Pokémon throughout the game than just hand it an Exp. Share and level it up in a few moments.The Save File has been Deleted... in Horror More Like This
I decided that it wouldn't hurt to play Firered while I was waiting for Black and White to come out, and I had never owned any of the GBA games, so it would be fun to try one out. I was also itching to play something other than Yoshi's Island on my 'new' GBA that I had found at a thrift store.
I sat there, staring at the cartridge for a moment before finally grabbing my GBA, popping it into the slot. I was a girl, as usual, and named myself Lilly, like I always did. I named my rival Blue, breaking my tradition of naming rivals Kevin, simply because Blue is epic.
Of course, I picked Charmande
Creepypasta: IronySo, you like creepypasta?Creepypasta: Irony in Horror More Like This
I'm sure all of us have gone at least one night lying awake for fear of the creatures from our stories to lunge out of the dark in our sleep.
Have you rethought the Pokémon world, looked deeper into its depths, seen it for what it really is?
How many Pokémon have you released because of your fears?
This, in truth, is very controversial subject. Half of the Pokémon creepypastas out there have the theme of not leaving your Pokémon, not abandoning your friends. So, why, I ask, do you release your Pikachu because you read a 'pasta where one of its species went insane? Just because one is a psycho killer doesn't mean they all are. And anyways, there must have been a reason that the Pikachu went mad. After all, if it seems real enough for you to release your Pokémon, then it should be good enough to have a reason for the major events.
I wonder what that poor Pikachu you released thinks of all this? Relea
Creepypasta: For Want of a HeroYou may have heard of me.Creepypasta: For Want of a Hero in Horror More Like This
My name is Hero, the Scyther. I see how you cringe; I'm dead, you say. That I am, but I assure you, I will not harm you. Why hurt the innocent?
That's a question I wish I could ask Moonshine.
I understand that she went insane, but I may be a bit biased, because I love her. Yes, I still love her, even after she cursed my best friend and murdered me. I only wish she could have gone back into a state of stability.
Moonshine isn't dead. She never was. Her grave holds nothing but hard-packed earth, and she roams Kanto, leaving chaos in her wake. I hate her for it. It's a horrible feeling to hate the one you love the most.
Sometimes, I wonder if she still loves me, but I don't know. I wonder if she thinks she's doing good to the world, or if she's loSt it completely, her only thoughts bent on revenge. If I could have only stopped the chain reaction while it was still young, when I first met her...
But enough of that. I know why you're here. You want to know what hap
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Pokémon Creepypasta Abandonment Hurts
I have always been a fan of the Pokémon series ever since I was 2 in 1998 when it came out. I didn't really know that it was a game at first so I just watched the TV. show. Then I played my first Pokémon licensed game: Pokémon Pinball at my doctor's office on his Gameboy colors in the waiting room but finally when I was 5 I would Finally get my own Pokémon game for my own Purple see-through Gameboy color that I had gotten for my 5th birthday along with Pokémon Crystal Version. I loved that thing to death I played it all the time even though I couldn't read some of it but I still loved it all the same.
I popped in the cartridge and watched as the Gameboy screen flickered on with a "Ding!" and watched my first Pokémon journey unfold as something rushed past in the grass and a Pichu and Wooper came up to see what it was. There it was: Suicune running through the fields.
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Pokémon Creepypasta- Death Stadium
12 years ago back in 2000 Nintendo and HAL Laboratory had released the 1st game where you could see your Pokémon battle in 3D: Pokémon Stadium. I was so excited as a Pokémon fan could be for this: To see my Pokémon in 3D. I went to the Gamestop by my house with my mom to buy it. When we stepped into Gamestop a new atmosphere took over: A gamer atmosphere that took hold of me. I spotted the game box on the 2nd to bottom shelf. I called my mom over to the shelf where it was and picked up the game box. "That's the game? She asked me. I nodded and ran to the check-out counter where the Gamestop employees were.
My mom followed and got out my wallet from her purse to pay the $50 for the game. The Gamestop employee looked at the game and got a confused look. "Funny, we weren't supposed to restock these until next week. They were sold out yesterday." "Well lucky of you guys t
Pokemon Creepypasta: PrettyI'mma bit ova nuisance, I 'spose. 'Speon says that she don' like me 'cause I don' talk like a proper lady, but she wouldn't like me anyways. None ov 'em would. They're all the pretty ones, an' I'm... tarnished. There's six ov us. Audino, 'Speon, Gardevoir, Delcatty, Petilil. An' then there's me. Sneasel. If you think about it, you can kinda see why they don' like me. They're all pretty, I ain't. They're proper an' cultured an' fancy, I ain't. They're Psychic an' Normal an' one of 'em's a pretty Grass type. I ain't. Petilil was the only one ov 'em who ever had the decency to me nice to me. She thinks I'm pretty, but I dunno why. Not like it matters. I ain't gonna last long 'round here anyways.Pokemon Creepypasta: Pretty in Short Stories More Like This
Petilil came over, lookin' lonely. I scooched over an' let 'er sit next to me in the shadows. I always liked the shadows, they're dark an' cool an' nobody comes to bother you. She looked at me, an' I looked at her, an' we smiled. We were always good company for each other.
Pokemon Creepypasta: RageI think the trouble with my Diamond game began when I bred my Espeon and Umbreon. My Espeon was named Lucius and my Umbreon was named Drusilla, but I don't see how that matters. I hatched my first egg from them, a male, as expected. After all, the gender ratio of Eevee is seven males to one female. I named him Julius, because it sounded cool. All was fine for a while. I leveled up Julius into an awesome Jolteon. I defeated the Elite Four for the eighth time with Julius at the head of my party.Pokemon Creepypasta: Rage in Short Stories More Like This
Then his sister was born.
I named her Nixie, once again, because it sounded cool. She replaced Julius as the first in my party, and I switched her out at the start of every battle so she could gain experience without getting hurt. She got up to level 30 without ever being harmed. I evolved her into a lovely Vaporeon. I finally decided that Nixie could handle a battle on her own, and went to find one of the trainers I had sneaked around. A hiker, perfect. I grinned as he sent out a Geodude. Nixie
Loyalty: Pokemon CreepypastaI love my trainer. She's a seven-year old little girl with long blond hair and gray eyes. Her name is Lucy. I love her like a mother would love her child. I love her more than that. Is that even possible? Yes. It is. We laugh together, cry together, and share many things. Or at least, we used to.Loyalty: Pokemon Creepypasta in Horror More Like This
We were standing there, in the streets, she and I. She was getting terrorized by a tall, ugly boy with a Haunter. She was running, and I was floating, for all we were worth. Down one street, up another, through stores and ducking under people's feet. Why didn't anyone stop? Why didn't anyone help? We were alright for a while. Lucy and I were quick. Unfortunately, we were not quick enough. He trapped us in an alley, and was closing in.
"Gardevoir!" Lucy squealed, hiding her eyes.
I floated up in front of her, determined to protect my beloved trainer.
"Haunter! Shadow Punch!" the boy commanded, and the ghost's hand glowed with a dark red energy. It flew at me, smashing its
Freedom: Pokemon CreepypastaMy boyfriend Johnathan was a programmer. He programmed computer games and software. But his passion was creating hacked games. He thrust Link and Zelda into the Mushroom Kingdom, made Samus a grandmother with a frying pan as a weapon, and replaced everyone in Halo with walking, talking flowers. The only games he never touched were Pokemon games. Those were sacred to us. He received Pokemon Red when he was thirteen years old, back in '98. I got Pokemon Blue the same day. He loved Pokemon. He loved it through high school and college. They were his friends. He never hacked a Pokemon game- until just before he committed suicide last year.Freedom: Pokemon Creepypasta in Horror More Like This
About three months before he died, he announced to me his new project. He was going to make a hacked version of Pokemon Emerald. I just stared at him. He never hacked Pokemon games. I wondered if he needed a therapist. He had been depressed for some time, and now this. I became even more worried when I saw how devoted he was to his
Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 13Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 13 in Drama More Like This
(i'm going to start using both their Human and Country names now just a heads up)
Keeping everyone's new names straight was proving a challenge, quite a funny one at that. America and England continually got their names mixed up by everyone else and Germany kept getting called Lutz, much to Prussia's amusement. After a while you got the hang of everyone's names and grew to really like your own. Gilbert was clutching his chest in laughter but abruptly stopped.
His face looked pained and he stood up from the table. Ludwig asked what was wrong but Prussia insisted he was just tired and that he was going to take a bath. He hobbled towards the bathroom ad shut the door. You looked after him worriedly, it was probably just a stomachache.
You let out a big yawn and many of the others did the same.
"Ve should get some rest." You stood and walked over to the beds. You were about to lay down when you realized there was a problem, there weren't enough. With Lovino and Antonio there was no more
Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 5Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 5 in Drama More Like This
"Y-you remember everything?" You nodded as he stood there looking lost and frightened. Grabbing his arms you pulled him in a warm embrace.
"Italy you have to stop taking this all on your own, your just hurting yourself. Please let me carry some of your burden." By now Italy was crying into your shoulder and holding onto as if you could vanish at any second.
"I know I've never remembered before, maybe that means the others might start remembering too, we're so close to getting out of here. Please Italy, let us help you."
"B-but what i-if it's-a mistake!?" You stroked the back of his head and he shook.
"No. It can't be. The others will help too, i know if we work together we can get through this. This can be the last time loop. And Italy," you pulled away and lifted his face to look into your (e/c) eyes," I remembered something really important."
"I love you." His golden eyes widened and a small smile touched the corners of his lips.
"Really? You never said-a that
Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 4Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 4 in Drama More Like This
The walk back to the piano room took a lot longer than it should have. Italy kept needing to stop fist to go to the bathroom, then to eat lunch, then to take a quick nap. You and Germany kept watch while Italy slept.
At one point during lunch you had gotten a bad headache and had needed to lie down. After Italy finally woke up from his nap the three of you headed up the stairs to the piano room. The others were there already and you were thankful none of them were hurt.
Japan and Russia had a few bruises but nothing serious. You stood next to Italy with Japan far to your right leaving a large space. Japan had been talking when you entered as everyone finished up their stories about what they had seen.
"And by breaking the cloks we adjust the time so it is imperative that we do this. We have broken the clocks on the second and first floors. Now only this floor and the one above are reft."
"We-s found this weird scrap of paper. And then we-a found a safe inside a room in the kitchen."
Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 11Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 11 in Drama More Like This
I'm sure i'll cry. And then...and then...look around yourself.
You ran up the stairs in a flurry, not even checking around corners, the others were trying to follow but couldn't seem to keep up. You flung open the door to the secret room, breathing hard, and scanned the room. There he was. Thanks God. You let out a breathy laugh and fell to your hands and knees trying to regain your breath. The others walked in behind you. England, being a gentleman, helped you to your feet and let you lean againt his shoulder.
"Here we are love, just calm down a breath." You listened to his instructions and closed your eyes. When you were feeling better you opened them once again to see Italy staring at you. He looked almost angry but his eyes flitted away, maybe he had just been curious. You shook it off and England helped you over to a bed. You sat on it and rested your head in your hands. Italy was fine, he was right here, he would be fine, you would all be fine.
You could hear Italy and Jap
Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 9Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 9 in Drama More Like This
The sounds of bustling footsteps stirred you out of your slumber. Italy was still clutching you tightly and he had a pained expression on his face, another nightmare. You took one finger and started to smooth out the wrinkles of fear on his face, you had heard this would stop the nightmares, but you must have pushed to hard because those amber eyes were soon open and looking at you.
He seemed pretty dazed and blinked a few times before really seeing you.
"Oh good morning bella," he gave you a bright smile before the memories flooded back into his mind. The smile vanished. You kissed him quickly on the lips and rolled out of the bed. Stretching felt wonderful and you headed off to the bathroom for a well deserved shower.
The hot water against your skin caused you to sigh with sheer bliss. Not only was it washing away all of the sweat and dirt, it felt as through your problems were racing down the drain amidst the bubbles. You heard the door open a few times and two other showers start.
Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 6Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 6 in Drama More Like This
The basement was cold and damp. The air was stale and thick with worry. Everyone was looking around through the many rooms, waiting for the thing to show up again. At the bottom of the landing Italy told everyone to wait so he could talk to Japan alone.
Italy pulled Japan through the door strait across the room while the rest of the group waited outside the door. You couldn't hear anything except once when Italy yelled no. After a few minutes the two nations exited the room.
"We found a key. No let's-a get going," it was said with a smile, but there was no warmth behind it. You sighed and once again grabbed his hand, squeezing it in comfort. Your large group of countries searched through the other rooms of the basement.
Most of the rooms held nothing of interest, but one had a secret door in the wall. The door was covered with white wall paper, it wouldn't have been noticed if Russia hadn't leaned against the wall.
The wall creaked when his weight was put onto it. After ripping away th
Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 8Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 8 in Drama More Like This
"Ow that kind of hurt."
America had jumped in front of Italy and taken the blow himself. The monsters claws had racket America's arm and he was now bleeding. But the wound wasn't fatal, he would be fine. The monster looked almost confused at this turn of events, this had never happened before.
Italy was still standing behind America looking both shocked and horrified. He had wanted to give himself up for the sake of the others, though that probably wouldn't have worked, and now he wasn't sure what to do. You limped over to him on your now injured leg, where the wall had collided with it, and took his hand.
He looked at you with wide, fearful eyes.
"I'm-a so sorry Czech! Please don't hate me!"
"I love you Italy but you need to get out of the way." You pulled him over out of the danger zone and made him sit on the floor.
England cast his spell and the Thing couldn't move to attack the still vulnerable America. France helped America away from danger and quickly bandaged his arm to stop th
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*Italy's POV in the past (when he's telling his story)*
I was out, i was finally out. But everyone else was gone. They had all left me, one by one. I was weak, had to be protected. What good was it that i survived! I wasn't strong, i wasn't brave. They had all saved me till there dying breath but what for? The cold rain mingled with my hot tears as i stood on the cold ground that i hadn't seen for days.
Only days? It felt like at least a year in the horrid house. I looked up to the sky. They were all gone...all dead. As countries we had felt invincible, then because of me we found we were not. I trudged forward another step, another foot away from the building that housed the bodies of my friends. If only we hadn't split up in the beginning. I could still remember each of their deaths clearly. They replayed in my head once again.
I had completely forgotten about Japan when i had found him broken and bleeding against a piano. He was propped against one of the legs of the grand instrumen
Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 14Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 14 in Drama More Like This
Japan was the first to enter the room behind the blackness. You could hear his audible gasp from the outside, and soon the others were rushing in after him. You grabbed Feli's hand and ran into the room with the rest of the group, and stopped dead in your tracks. In a circle on the floor were the bloody numbers of a clock face. The room was very cold compared to the rest of the house, it was only one of the contributing factors to your shivering body.
In the middle of the clock face was a large rectangular button. The rest of the room was completely white, there was a small picture on the far wall, it was the only other object in the spacious room. The others, with the exception of Italy, looked just as horrified as you.
Even Russia found the room unnerving. Italy offered to explain how the room worked but the others wanted to figure it out for themselves. Italy needed a break and you didn't want him to strain himself too much. Italy nodded and went to sit in the corner and
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A breath hiccuped through his previously still chest. You held your breath as your eyes widened with hope. You grasped at his warming hand, pressing it against your face. His body jolted upright and you stood as well.
"I know where the key is!"
"An old friend gave me some pointers. You see when i got this journal it had the story of the ones stuck here before . I-a only had a chance to read most of it before the monster found-a me and chased me outside and i signed it as my own. I never read the ending, and once signed their story vanished and was replaced with my own. The friend i was just with told me the ending. In the last time loop the key moves into the big clock instead of that other room. And he-a also told me where the clock was."
Italy jumped up from the bed and promptly fell into you.
"Feli you were dead, give your feet a little time to recover. Lean on me and let's get that key." You called the other nations in the room and walked down to the basement
Creepypasta: Blood-RedCreepypasta: Blood-Red in Short Stories More Like This
THIS WORK IS MORE THAN THREE YEARS OLD. I HAVE SINCE IMPROVED. PLEASE REFRAIN FROM COMMENTING ON HOW BAD IT IS UNLESS YOU FEEL THAT YOU HAVE A UNIQUE LOOK ON HOW TO IMPROVE OR WHAT WENT WRONG. Thank you for your patience.
I used to love Absol. I've been a pokemon breeder for 3 years of my life, but never have I bred such a creature as Absol.
One day when I was returning another trainer's pokemon and egg, he offered to sell me an Absol for breeding. I already had one, and I bred it with Ditto sometimes when people needed Absols, but the only chance of breeding a shiny is only possible with two of the same species.
"What gender is it?" I asked suspiciously. I already had a male Absol.
"Female," the trainer replied with a grin. "C'mon, Jean, I know you have a male. My friend isn't training Absols anymore, so she offered to give me one. You know I've got one already, but I took it for you. You can have it - at a moderate price, of course."
"How much?" I demanded, fishing
Creepypasta: DeadeonKylie walked down the path slowly. She was nervous about being anywhere near tall grass, because recent TV reports had mentioned a dangerous pokemon running wild through all of Sinnoh. Kylie only had five pokemon: Turtwig, Bidoof, Starly, Shinx, and Zubat.Creepypasta: Deadeon in Short Stories More Like This
Kylie froze. "Hello?" she called tentatively. "Is someone there?" She peered into the bushes, looking carefully for signs of a trainer.
The tall grass shook harder. Kylie remembered something her father had once told her. "Remember, Kylie, if the undergrowth rustles, it means a rare pokemon is hiding there. So always look for rustling grass!"
As always, thinking about her dad upset Kylie, since he had been killed by a rabid Ursaring two years ago. But if the grass was rustling, didn't it mean there was a rare pokemon there?
I've got to find out, Kylie decided. Nervously, she took a step into the tall grass where it rustled. Instantly the young trainer was accosted by a w
Creepypasta: Take Me BackI put in HeartGold for the first time, heart thudding. I whizzed past the intro and the character details. My female character was called "Lily," like me. I chose Cyndaquil as my starter and nicknamed him "Bonfire."Creepypasta: Take Me Back in Short Stories More Like This
It took me a long time to get through the preliminary stuff about meeting my friend and another rival and battling them and all that. As I walked through the tall grass on my way to the next town, a wild pokemon leaped out at me.
I knew quite a bit about pokemon already, and I knew that what happened next was not normal.
The pokemon that leaped out at me was a shiny Starly.
Now, I know, I know, you're probably saying "What? Starly? That's in SINNOH, not Johto!" Well, I was as amazed as you.
Quickly I sent out Bonfire and started to chip away at the Starly's HP. Before too long, it was down to red. I threw a pokeball at it before it could try to flee or recover or anything like that.
Watching the pokeball quiver, I felt a rush of adrenaline. It was more exciting than anythin
Creepypasta: A Lavender CurseSo many people... the largest town... so many people... too many people...Creepypasta: A Lavender Curse in Short Stories More Like This
Lavender Town. It started out with 41 people, making it the largest town in the Pokemon World. The Pokemon Tower, full of ghosts and Cubone, and one Marowak ghost, is a very popular tourist attraction. But no one knows how Lavender Town lost so many people at one time. I do... and I can tell you.
You're itching for this to be a scary story, I see. I can tell by the way your eyes are shining, even in this dark cave. You think
(so many people too many people)
that it's the sort of story that sends shivers up one's spine. Well, you may be right. It all depends on how you think of it.
It was so long ago that it happened... my frail old mind must recall it. I can tell that you want to see how old I am... or at least what I look like. I can't show you that. Not until you've heard my story.
There is a faint purple haze that has always hung over Lavender Town. That is why the town was named so. Because
Creepypasta- Ones Left Behind"So, who will be your starter?"Creepypasta- Ones Left Behind in Short Stories More Like This
The young trainer grinned as I showed him the three Pokemon. Snivy, the Grass Snake grass type; Tepig, the Fire Pig fire type; and Oshawott, the Sea Otter water type. He examined them carefully, looking them over, noting every little detail about their appearance. He giggled at Snivy, her head held high and mighty. When Oshawott demonstrated his flexibility and promptly fell over, he clapped and laughed. Tepig's shyness and almost panicked look caused the boy to frown, stroking the Pokémon's head comfortingly and whispering kind words. Eventually he looked up at me, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement as he pointed towards Snivy.
"So you want Snivy?" I asked, holding out the young Pokémon's Pokeball. The trainer nodded fervently, his eagerness clear even without words. Laughing, I sent him on his way, supplying him with a Pokedex as well.
"Thank you, Professor!" he chirped, waving goodbye wildly with his new partner swaying on his shou
Creepypasta - ParalyzedPokemon Diamond. My most beloved game ever, the one I had beaten within days of getting it. I was well on my way to catching every Pokemon, only a few left. Whenever I was bored, I'd whip out my old DS and have a wander around with the Poke Radar, looking for the ones that had escaped my attention. It was taking a really long time, but I refused to cheat, and I didn't want to trade for it either. That just left the old fashioned way - good old man power.Creepypasta - Paralyzed in Short Stories More Like This
It was roughly 1am. I have quite severe insomnia, making it impossible for me to sleep some nights. It was times like these that I would play Diamond to tire out my brain, and half the time it managed to induce sleep in me. Maybe it would work tonight.
Yawning softly, I booted up the game and went to try for 100 straight battles in the Battle Tower. I was at 48, but then lost to the Battle Tycoon. Damn him. I didn't have enough will power to try again, so I decided to instead go looking for Pokemon with the Poke Radar. I had never sear
Creepypasta- Little Red RabbitI'm what you might call a Pokemon fanatic. I have what must be a million cards (no doubles), many figurines and plushies and I own or have owned all of the games at some point or another. I've owned and trained every Pokemon available, even the event exclusive ones thanks to a lot of bribing. Well, all except two. One very, very simple Pokemon that isn't uncommon in Eterna forest, and its evolution.Creepypasta- Little Red Rabbit in Short Stories More Like This
Buneary and Loppuny.
Those two Pokemon are my favourites ever, but whenever I encounter Buneary it either faints, knocks out all my Pokemon or I run out of Pokeballs. The darn thing hates my guts, and I have no idea why. And of course, the only way to get Loppuny is evolving Buneary. And before you ask, I never trade for a Pokemon if it is available in game - That seems like cheating to me. Plus, I'll get more satisfaction from catching it myself the natural way.
It had been ages since my last try at catching one, so I thought I'd have another shot at it. I took my DS and copy of Pearl, gra
Creepypasta - Only A ShadowIt was bright. Too bright.Creepypasta - Only A Shadow in Short Stories More Like This
I raised a paw to shield my eyes from the fierce glare, moaning from the piercing pain it sent into my brain. As my pupils adjusted, I found myself staring around with wonder. There were tall brown things with big bushy green tops, and smaller green stuff that was soft and springy under my body. Dotted around were pretty colourful things that gave the air a nice, scented aroma. I shivered as a breeze passed by my body - my blue fur was still wet from my time in the egg, and the wind chilled me. Without warning I was covered in a thick, warm sheet and raised off the ground. I twisted in alarm as a hand came towards me, holding a small red and white ball. There was a flash of red, then nothing.
When I next came to, I could immediately tell I was in a different place. The air smelt completely different, and the overall atmosphere thrummed with energy. I cowered in fear - to go from somewhere so calm to somewhere so full of life was a huge leap my newborn mind co
Creepypasta - Charizaaaaa--Char... H-h-hello? Who's there? Have you come to h-h-help me? ... Oh... I - I'm sorry. I guess no one can... no one... You're looking at me quite oddly. Please... don't... I... I don't want to look like this... I'm not meant to look like this. Don't stare. I said don't stare. STOP...! No, I-I'm sorry, please don't go! I haven't had company in a long time. Please. Stay with me...Creepypasta - Charizaaaaa-- in Short Stories More Like This
I bet you're wondering what I meant earlier... Well, believe it or not, I'm actually a Bulbasaur. Don't look at me like that! I'm not crazy, I swear! Just... just listen, okay? Well... I went everywhere with my master, everywhere. He loved me so much... I even had a name. But now, I don't remember it... Tee... Tea...? No... Lee! That was it! How that name brings back memories... no one calls me that anymore...
I was so happy... My master loved me so much, and he trained me every day. No matter if I won or lost, I was still his favourite. Then... that thing came...
It was a Charizard. Master
Creepypasta - 5CR34MIt all started when I was wandering through a thicket in the Kanto region. What's a thicket? Too many damn trees, that's what a thicket is. Every step brought a branch slamming into my forehead or scraping across my bare legs. It was nearing the end of winter, but the wind was still bitterly cold on my bare skin. "Why doesn't the Ranger Union give us a winter uniform?!" I mumbled angrily, rubbing my goose-bump covered arms... before walking straight into a huge and very solid tree trunk. I groaned as I fell backwards, my vision swirling around and flickering. Hey, where did all those Minun come from...? As my vision focused again I saw my partner Clues looking down at me in worry.Creepypasta - 5CR34M in Short Stories More Like This
"Min?" he asked, concern in his eyes. I laughed shakily.
"I'm fine, bud," I replied, ruffling the fur on top of the young Minun's head. Clues cried out in joy and got off my chest, helping (but really only hindering) me to get back up. I sat on my heels for a few minutes, gathering my senses back together aga
Creepypasta- Bright Summer DaySootopolis was always a cheery city. Situated in a crater formed by a long extinct volcano, and only accessable through diving and flying, it is a peaceful town filled with friendly inhabitants. A fresh, blue lake formed in the deepest point of the crater, supplying cool and clean water and making an amazing feature in the otherwise bland and rocky location. At night the stars shimmer bright in the sky, a beautiful view to every resident. Not only this, a particular point of interest is Origin Cave, with the legendary Pokemon that created land and the legendary Pokemon that created the seas both rumoured to reside within. It's the hometown also of one of the strongest trainers in Hoen, Wallace, master of the Water type, a gym leader who was promoted to the Elite Four and his place at the gym taken by his old mentor, Juan. The residents of this town are happy and kind. You couldn't find a more peaceful relaxation spot.Creepypasta- Bright Summer Day in Short Stories More Like This
Being in an enclosed space, heat and stuffiness easily gathers, so i
Creepypasta- Black SwannaYou came here to visit your family... your mother and father, buried in this tower. Haha, you're wondering now to whom this voice you hear belongs. Very well, I will show myself. ... There, see? I'm not that exciting. I much prefer how I used to look. Oh, darling child, there is no need to run. I am but a friendly creature with no place in this world - or any other - to go. My heart will never truly leave, no matter what my body may do... You look hopeful now. Let me dash that hope; I am the only resident in this tower. I am afraid your parents do not belong to this world anymore. I hoped to find my child here also... but he is gone too. Where? Why, to the same place your parents went. No, there is no need to feel sorry; this happened a long time ago, and my tears have all but dried up over the ages. It is a curious tale, actually... Want to hear? It would be a good way to occupy my time... and I could use the company...Creepypasta- Black Swanna in Short Stories More Like This
It started when I evolved from Ducklett to Swanna. I was a most b
Creepypasta - Enslaved GodI was the creator. I was the master of all Pokemon. They respected, loved, feared me and my power. I was God.Creepypasta - Enslaved God in Short Stories More Like This
Until he came.
Him, with his greed and lust for power. He who had already subdued the lords of the very fabric of time and space and captured the three embodiments of the spirit. He who had conquered the sole resident of the distorted realm, a fierce enemy I had exhiled that he dared to bring back to our world. And he dared to face me now with these six legends, dared to attack me, dared to try and subdue me as well.
I... I am so terribly ashamed to admit he succeeded. Despite my immense strength, I was not able to beat down all of my legendary creations at the same time. They were healed constantly by him... while I had nothing. Slowly but surely, I was forced into submission, forced within one of the creations of the Devil, creations that were never meant to exist. You call them 'Poke Balls'. We call them prisons.
After a few minutes of being in there, I was com
NM Fuel - Never Forget...I don't like being a bug Pokemon. I don't like being small and young. All the big birds chase me. It's really scary. But mamma says that she will keep me safe. I love my mamma. When I have a bad tummy, mamma always rubs it better with her feelers. At night she sings me lullabies; my favourite is 'there were two birds sat on a stone; one flew away, and then there was one; the other flew after, and then there was none; and so the poor stone was left all alone'. Mamma says I'll never be left alone. She and papa will always be there. She promised.NM Fuel - Never Forget... in Short Stories More Like This
My tummy feels strange. It's all warm and tingly. The rest of my body is starting to feel that way too. I asked mommy, and she said that my body will change soon. That scares me. I don't want to change! She said it won't be bad - I'll get tired and not move for a while, but then I'll grow to look like mommy or daddy! I hope I look like mommy; Mommy's really pretty. But daddy sparkles when he flies, and makes everything look really glittery. Looki
Pokemon Creepypasta-the infernoPokemon Creepypasta- The Inferno.Pokemon Creepypasta-the inferno in General Fiction More Like This
Who is there, a visitor? You don't seem to be her; I guess it is safe to talk. Who am I you ask? I was a pokemon trainer; I had been on my journey but because of a situation, I wound up in this mess. Confused are you? I guess I should start in the beginning, it all started like this. I was just starting out in my journey, I wanted to be a fire type trainer so I had chosen a charmander of course, but as much I loved that charmander, my prized friend was a vulpix that I stumbled onto soon after I started out. The poor thing was injured, I couldn't tell what caused the injuries, but at the time, all that mattered was helping that little one. Looking back, I regret ever having helped her. I treated her right on the spot before rushing her to a pokemon center. When she came to after being tr
Pokemon CreepyPasta: VictorIt was a Friday. I had just got home from school, exhausted. Bored out of my mind from a day of learning, I got out my Nintendo DS and placed my Pokémon Black game inside. For quite some time, I had been trying to get a second Victini. It was for my boyfriend. He said he wanted one but couldn't get his own copy of the game until his birthday, which by then, the Victini Wi-Fi event would have ended. So I had promised I would get one for him and trade it to him when he had his own copy of the game.Pokemon CreepyPasta: Victor in Short Stories More Like This
I turned on my game and started up Black. Loading my saved data, I entered a Pokémon Centre and entered the Global Trade. Searching 'Victini', I skimmed though the possible trade partners, talking to myself as I did so.
"Victini for Zekrom? No way! Victini for Reshiram? Screw that! Victini for Victini? That's just dumb! Victini for level 1 Zekrom?!? Is that even possible?!" I growled with frustration. Why were all the people on Global Trade so stupid? "Oh, hello
Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 3 "Stay here, (Name)," Ivan commanded, sending a saccharine smile towards you, his large hand resting on the handle of the door, "Eduard will protect you."Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 3 in Drama More Like This
You nodded, wondering why you would need protection in the first place. Ivan pushed open the car door, stepping out of the limo in all his intimidating height. The door slammed shut and you were left to wallow among the awkwardness that is Eduard Von Bock.
"Um, how have you been lately?" Eduard asked in an attempt to make small talk, something you didn't care for at the moment.
"Fine." Was your short and blunt answer. He took the hint, glancing out the darkly tinted windows in silence, a small knowing smile plastered onto his lips.
You looked at him, your eyes flitting up his scrawny body curiously, leading up to his face to see the almost mocking smile gracing his features. You silently wonde
Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 1. It was comforting. Familiar.Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 1. in Drama More Like This
Every scent, every sight, every sound. And you hated every minute.
The smell of hot food and cigar smoke wafted through the air while a loud laughter filled every corner of the large ballroom. You were quiet, resting your hand on Ivan's arm, your chin high and level with your shoulders. A charming smile graced your delicate features so appraised by others before.
Ivan, who's arm was linked with your's, glanced down at you with uninterest in his lilac eyes, "(Name), why don't you go dance with some other men, da? Go see who has potential for me." He said with a sickeningly sweet smile that brought pure disgust to your heart.
That was your job. You were Ivan's eyes. His showpiece.
"Yes, Ivan." You replied, slipping your arm from his and striding away from him through the thinned out crowd, towards the bar, avoiding the dancing couples. A woman in a
Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 5 Traded. Like a trinket in a marketplace. Who got the better deal? Ivan, or The Vargas family? The trade was not predetermined, that was clear to your eyes. Ivan was looking to cheat the Vargas', to take his prize and let them think they have you, but then kill you and walk out mockingly with the Italian girl over his shoulder. It was disgusting.Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 5 in Drama More Like This
"Ve, is (Name) okay?" Feliciano asked in his ditzy and innocent tone, it was surprising that he was the heir of a large and powerful Mafia family.
Ludwig sighed softly at his friend, "She'll be fine, she's just letting the information sink in."
The German man was right, it's not everyday that a girl is told she was traded mindlessly for another, probably more beautiful and charming, woman. You nodded slowly, attempting to break from your unanswered thoughts and come back down to earth. "Your sister," you asked Feli, looking into his limpid eyes, guilt flooding over your bei
Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 2 Step forward. Step backward. Side-step. Step backward.Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 2 in Drama More Like This
You repeated the chant in your head, the thought of how perfect you and Feliciano's fingers felt laced with eachother as you danced lingering in the back of your mind. You've never been the best dancer, but graceful enough at first glance to the untrained eye.
"Ve~ do you like the Russian mafia?" Your partner asked cheerily, having to look down at you due to the shortness you were cursed with, even in heels, you only came up to Feliciano's forehead.
"How did you know I was with the Russians?" You asked suspiciously, wondering what the Italian's social standing was exactly.
"I saw you with Ivan earlier," he replied with a shaky tone, his fingers drummed slightly on your waist out of a nervous habit, "he's a scary guy!"
Step forward. Step backward. Side step. Step backward.
You smiled at him, no on
Italy x Reader. Burned the Pasta You quickly tossed the pot of over cooked noodles out the window, all you hopes of being a good girlfriend getting tossed out with it. This was not good. Italy would be home any second now, and we he saw how the kitchen looked....well, let's just say he's rather sleep on the couch than in the bed with you.Italy x Reader. Burned the Pasta in Humor More Like This
On the stove was a pan of pasta. Pasta was usually cooked in pots of boiling water, but you wanted to experiment. Sadly, all your experiment gave you was a lesson in life and a bowl of somehow burned pasta.
You slammed the pot on the counter, your stomach twisting into nots uncomfortably at your boyfriend's reaction when he got home. Would he go completely out of character? Would he start crying? There is no future for you.
A loud whistling noise practically broke your eardrums as it screamed from the kettle on the stove. You jumped and rippe
Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 4 "She's been hit! Get my supplies! Now, Feliciano!"Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 4 in Drama More Like This
"Ve~ is (Name) going to be okay?"
"Just get the supplies!"
"Don't yell at me! Ve, I'm trying as hard as I can!"
"Are you mad at me, Ludwig?"
"Oh mein gott...."
You exhaled to calm yourself again, the voices around you seeming far away in your pounding ears, when in reality, they were right in front of you. Feliciano's hands flitted around your face, brushing stray hairs from your eyes. Another man held your leg in his surprisingly deft and gentle hands.
Again, you closed your eyes slowly to help block out the pain shooting through your leg and calm your mind. Warm blood trickled down into your shoe, making you feel sticky and dirty. You hated blood, you hated the smell, the taste, the sight. It was ironic, seeing as who you were involved with. Or, used to be involved
Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 11 It's amazing, the effect that words can have on a person.Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 11 in Drama More Like This
Some words make people joyful, other words can make them sad. And of course, there are the words that can make a person freeze up and immediately want to crumple into a ball.
It just so happened, that you felt exactly like that when Lovino had imparted that Natalia betrayed everyone. Though you should've known this was going to happen, because it always does. Your life is just one big cliffhanger.
"Ve, what are we going to do?" Feliciano panicked, furrowing his brows as he glanced around wildly, as if he was expecting to be attacked any second now.
Another loud crash of glass reached your ears from inside the house, but you hardly payed any attention to it. You were too busy focusing on not vommiting from the nervous feeling that churned your stomach. You had never been right in the middle of a mafia fight, and you had no idea how to defend yourself.
"What do you think we're going to do?!
Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 7 "I want to help." You clarified with a firm tone that would be terribly hard to argue with. Unsure eyes settled on you, you who was small and seemingly unskilled, you who looked better on a man's arm than at his side holding a gun.Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 7 in Drama More Like This
Lovino, who always seemed ready to argue, immediatly contradicted. "You're a ragazza. How could you help us at all?" He crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair, taking in your unmuscled and delicate form with skeptical eyes.
"Ivan knows me," you explained to the men, your eyes landing on Feli for comfort, someone who you could absolutely trust, "and I know him. I can tell you things about him that even his closest men can't." These Italians seriously didn't know the power you held in your brain. Ivan should've tried harder to kill you.
"Then please do tell!" Roma, the grandfather who didn't look old enough to have grandchildren, said.
Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 6 With an exhale of anticipation, you crossed and uncrossed your legs. Your knee gently scraped the underside of the expensive looking table you sat at as you once again crossed your legs. A steaming plate of pasta was resting in front of you, but you had no stomach for any food. It's been around 30 minutes, and Feliciano hasn't come back from his meeting with his older brother and Grandfather.Mafia! Italy x Reader. A View to a Kill -part 6 in Drama More Like This
You hoped they would let you stay, you had nowhere else to go. Both your parents were dead, killed in a car accident right before you were claimed by Ivan at the age of 17. You were now 21, and thankful to be away from the Russian man's big hands that sent a shiver of disgust up your spine everytime he touched you.
Ivan took your virginity on his terms, not waiting for your decision. You counted it as rape, he always said, "It's not rape, da. You wanted it." He was delusioned, and you were glad to be aw
Assassin! Romano x ReaderCrowds bustled pass, chattering amongst themselves, some sparing you concerned glances, most walking by without a look at all.Assassin! Romano x Reader in Drama More Like This
You sat on the fountain bench, your head in your hands, your stomach churning and twisting in knots painfully with worry. What if Lovino never comes back from his mission in Florence? It's happened to other assassins, so why would your lover be spared from the circle of life just because you wished it so?
Mist from the fountain behind you dampened your clothes and hair lightly. This was the place you and Lovino first met, thus making it sacred for you to wait at when he was on missions. The memories made at that fountain were always reminisced upon until his arrival.
The two of you met in an unlikely situation, it was just after he murdered someone right before your eyes. It was dark outside, the soft glow of the fires in windows and small lamps only providing a small amount of light. The street behind you was empty, hardly anyone came out into that part of tow