Kitsun3Imp0ster

[CHAPTER FIVE] [TO LIVE AND TO DIE] - The room was still and quiet. Nobody spoke, nobody moved, other than Fredrick's sudden comment. Isaac huffed in response. "We can tell." Erica was shaking like a leaf. Oliver couldn't move, Heather's body literally laying on top of him. He looked like he was going to vomit. "G… Get her off… Oh god- Get her off…" Nobody wanted to touch the corpse of their friend. Everyone was absolutely sick, and emotions ranged from terror to frustration. … Except Rowan, who appeared far too invested in seeing this scene. Gabby herself felt ill, and her face was probably going green at this point. Marie had less of a reaction, though she also seemed shocked. Gabby gulped down the bile in her throat, voice eventually cracking through. "… Wh… What happened…" Another wave of silence. Yuna, finally, was the one to speak up. "… Oliver had playfully insulted Heather. It was nothing serious- just calling her dense for not understanding something immediately…

[imma be frank, the tf isnt actually suuuper duper detailed like normal, and it takes kind of a backseat to the rest of the story, which i did on purpose. i smile.] [anyway, totally not inspired by any recent limbus content. nope. not one bit.] - For you, angels have fallen... - To Rebecca, you have been formally invited to my masked gala this weekend, as one of my closest friends. I do hope you show up, as the venue would feel empty without you.  You may message me for further details. You have my number. From, Alan. P.S., at least try to dress nice. I know you don’t have a lot, so just a button-up will do. ~ She didn’t know how to feel about the letter she’d gotten in the mail. Sure, she knew Alan was well off, but… hosting a gala? That seemed like a lot, and something that she wasn’t nearly prepared for. Hell, she didn’t even have a button-up shirt. She was living in a studio apartment with a mattress on the floor and maybe seven outfits total, all of which were casual

[i dont remember the last time ive had to really put warnings in for a story lol. anyway, this story contains explicit misogyny, manipulation, breaking sobriety, a very upset british alcoholic, mentions of vomiting (like twice), and other things i can't remember off the top of my head. tldr: beware.] [ALSO. THIS IS A SEQUEL TO THE ERLKING TF!! i decided to expand upon it and the universe i grin. this is also one of my longest stories for. some god forsaken reason. >3500 words. idk how i managed.] - FORUM THREAD OPENED THREAD NAME - CURRENT CASES WHBlog_Official: Alright, is everyone online? w0lfbaneXx: yup 3mmaLambert: Uh huh remember_HC: here WHBlog_Official: Emory, you really need to change your username to something more anonymous. 3mmaLambert: But nobody’s gonna know its me!! remember_HC: that’s. kind of the point. 3mmaLambert: Ughh im not gonna change it w0lfbaneXx: okay well, dont run to us when someone finds out who you are 3mmaLambert: I’ll deal with em!! Im plenty

[MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS RAHH. I've had this pre-written for like. A week. Lol. This contains reality change, mentions of death, vague mentions of AP towards the end, and my pure PMoon insanity. Enjoy.] - The lights were blinding. Red and green flickered all around her, the white frost on the ground causing her steps to crunch beneath her feet. It was winter, and she wasn’t too fond of that fact. It was far too cold, and the lights hurt her eyes, and if she had to hear those horrid Christmas songs one more time while at work, she was going to rip someone’s head off. Not to mention the customers. They were horrible this time of year, demanding everything from her yet giving nothing in return. She felt like she was being split in half sometimes. There was one thing that brought Veronica some joy this time of year, and it was volunteering. The city she lived in had a single orphanage, and with how much she went, practically every kid there knew her by name. They were all so sweet, and

Prelude: Archiver here. What you’re about to read is an archived copy of a blog made 07/07/XXXX. This came to my attention as I was doing what I normally do, aka browsing odd and obscure websites. This blog was made for the sole purpose of, seemingly, documenting paranormal activity, but as the posts become more frequent, the blogger’s sanity comes into question. The blogger, who I will refer to as ‘Erlking’ in notes and the rest of this prelude, has not been heard from since. If you have any information, please contact me. This archive is for preservation purposes and to spark an investigation into the disappearance of Erlking, real name still unknown. Thank you for reading. ~ 07/07/XXXX - hey people of the internet. this is just sorta an introduction post in case people come across this. i really doubt anyone will though. its more for my own sake. im being haunted and nobody believes me. everyone just calls me crazy or says its just animals in the attic or whatever the fuck else.

- Christmas has always been a touchy subject. It wasn’t like she hated the holiday, but it was always so… awkward. “Are you going to talk with your parents this holiday?” “Maybe you can finally reconcile!” “Oh, poor girl… nobody to turn to…” All because her parents thought she was ‘too hard to handle’. So she had some issues. They gave them to her! Why would THEY be the first to comment on it? She gave up a long time ago when it came to trying to fix things between the three of them. Her mother was stubborn, her father was a jackass, and she wasn’t much better, being a hothead with a loud mouth. Not her fault they couldn’t handle the truth… Emma was tired of pretending for them. She gave up the mask a long time ago, and she’s never been freer.  But now, she was back in that birdcage. The 24th of December, and she was back having to listen to her parents chatter off about… something. She gave up listening a while ago. She’d chime in to make a comment or two, but most of her

Juno was mad He knew he'd been had So he shot at the sun with a gun. - Work. Honestly, she didn’t quite mind it. Marie didn’t do much at the company she’d been stationed at. She was the pretty blonde behind the receptionist desk that sweet-talked the older businessmen to butter them up before meetings. That to say; she was completely and totally bored with it. She arrived, got her paycheck, and left. Maybe she’d get hit on, maybe not, but it was truly a gamble. She still needed to work, even if she didn’t like it… … or couldn’t. Marie knew the risks of going to work each day, but she needed to pay rent. She couldn’t just skip work because… what? The sun was too hot? How could she possibly explain her condition to her boss? So, she didn’t. She avoided conversation about it like the plague. “Oh, Marie. Make sure you come to the company picnic.” “Sorry, sir… I’ll be out of town” “Marie, what’s up with the umbrella?” “Just a skin condition! The doctor told me to avoid