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Writing Prompt #30
At a young age, you were cursed to be forgotten y all those you encountered.
Which is honestly great seeing as you're the most wanted robber in the country.
Everything would be so much easier if i didnt have the curse :(
*grabs you*
I would love to hear some stuff about Chelsea, she’s literally my favorite boi ever and I need to know more about her gimme gimme /nf
AH CHELSEA YES I WOULD LOVE TO RANT ABOUT HER
(Horror and gore warning)
Okay so Chelsea is a coyote living in Yowkai. She was born to a Very Large Family and she is the middle child of middle children she is extremely overlooked, despite the fact she’s literally in the Yowkai Academy. She has a bit of an issue with her family, but hey at least she has a good group of friends.
She’s the seventh wheel.
Not only this, but she’s also cursed. Yaaaaaaay
Thing about curses:
In this universe, a large percentage of the overall population over the entire universe has some form of magic. Magic is genetic, and similar powers are passed down over generations. There is a variation of magic known as a curse, where aspects of the magic is turned from protection to destruction.
In Chelsea’s case, she has a curse known as Predator Syndrome.
Predator Syndrome is a curse that strengthens the host, but drives them to near insanity. It starts with random episodes where primal instincts start to overtake the host. If and when the host kills someone is when the curse is set into motion. Nothing immediate happens besides the lack of episodes. After a while (on average around 6-8 months), the host sees a figure that will watch and follow them. They star out too far away to make out any details, but with each day they grow closer until you realize that it’s an entire freaking skeleton.
They get closer until they are right behind the host. During this time while they’re drawing near, the host starts experiencing severe anxiety and starts having the primal episodes again.
In Chelsea’s case, she killed again, and that reset the skeleton. A few months later, it’s back with a friend.
Essentially what happens is there’s a long distance between the host and the skeleton. The skeleton moves closer to the host over time until the host can see the skeleton. When this happens, it triggers anxiety and predator responses. Each time the host kills, the clock is reset back to the beginning, except this time there’s another skeleton and they move slightly faster.
When the skeletons reach the host, the host dies.
With Chelsea, her heart is literally ripped out of place in her chest. In her eyes, the skeleton of her first victim bit a hole straight through her and crushed her heart in it’s jaws.
I have an animation I’m working on that focuses on her lore, but here’s her TH page that I really need to update at some point qwq
There is no other explanation. I have a curse....because why else every single time when I dare to call some story ,,my favorite", it always ends up that she disappoints me. I mean, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
I loved Tokyo Ghoul - it disappointed me.
I loved Attack on Titan - the ending was beyond simple disappointment.
I loved Chainsaw man - my favorite character [ Aki ] died and now, in the second part I have no idea what the hell is happening and why?!
I loved Jinx but the way Jaekyung and his people treated Kim Dan in that spray saga, deeply disappointed me to the point where I almost dropped this series completely.
These past few months, I enjoyed a lot Alien Stage but, yet again, my favorite character died and now the plot is going in a direction I don't like.
That's why I am sure - I definitely have a curse.
Godsdamn, his hair! Mahito had some of the best bundles on the show I'm in love
The circus
I short horror story I wrote:)
Word count: 1841
TW:
Once every year there is a circus in the town I live in, for the rest of the year nothing special really happens. But that is not the only reason why so many are anxious about its arrival.
I don't know everything about it, but even so it is a bit of a strange circus. It is a mandatory one and there is another strange rule: Those that have not seen it are not allowed to watch.
So basically a lot of people sit together with their eyes closed, listing to sounds that will make you want to open your eyes. This makes it very challenging for most, especially when you are not allowed to cover your eyes in any way either.
Luckily, I am one of those that have not found it difficult, in all the years I have lived here I have not once broken any of its strange rules.
"Lynn, I am so terribly worried about him." Says Jenny as she tries to hide her trembling hands.
"Jenny, really, don't worry. His dad will be with him, right? And Sammy is a pretty smart kid."
She shakes her head: "Even so, he is still just four years old and not all kids are like you when you were younger... and how you still are." Was it just me or did I sense a small hint of disappointment in me? Maybe annoyance?
For most people it is difficult to go without looking and Jenny was rather young when she saw it for the first time.
It happened during the last year of middle school. Jenny and a group of her friends had freely decided to keep their eyes open during the show. She used to be quite the daredevil, throughout the village she was also known as 'Jenny the brave'. Now it is just a silly nickname, since she lost all that bravery that day.
Before that day, we weren't friends yet, we were just classmates.
On that day she went with five others, the bravest of middle school, but eventually also the most stupid. For as far as I know has no one ever tried that before.
I still remember the day after, like it was yesterday, all of them were absent. The teacher told us what happened and that they had gotten sick with nightmares, that's how bad it was.
"You probably have to be the oldest one here that still hasn't seen it!" Jenny says taking me back to the here and now.
I laugh: "Nah, no way. I bet there are still some of the elderly that haven't seen it."
"27, you're getting pretty close."
"Jen, we are the same age!" I laugh loudly.
Then Jenny lets out a shaking sigh.
"Jenny, really it will all be alright. Let's go do something fun together soon, oh maybe we could go apple picking again. It is almost time for those, Right?
"Okay, okay, you're right, but apple picking season will start next month. But I would love to have a game night again at your place. You have collected a lot and John has been wanting to play those again for a while."
"Alright, game night it is!"
Proud of myself for being able to help my friend. I say my goodbyes and leave her café.
In the distance I can already hear the circus music, as I squint my eyes, I can see the people that have worked there the previous years.
They are all very old and very thin, I wonder if they ever get something to eat.
Unlike the crowds for a normal circus, most people here are anxious. Parents telling their kids to behave and some of them even scaring them, all just to make sure that they won't look.
"Sam! Sammy!" I suddenly hear someone call out from the crowd.
I recognize him immediately, it is Jenny's husband and Sammy's father, John."
"Hey John, is everything alright?"
He shakes his head wildly: "No, no, not in the least! I lost Sam, if you hadn't already noticed?!" He answers panicked and angry that I even dared to ask such a stupid question.
"I will help you look." I offer.
John is a bit of an ass, but I do really care about Sammy's safety. I don't want the poor little kid to be traumatized or get sick of nightmares.
"Caitlynn, you have to tell me when you find him, immediately!" He demands.
I nod and walk the other way, wondering about how Jenny and John ever got married.
The circus tent is already very old, ancient even, as some have said. But still as sturdy as ever. Just beneath one of the peaks there is this creepy grey face, it always moves. Looking at people that enter or even just pass by. I have no idea what it is made of, but most likely some type of leather. Some old mechanism must be the thing that makes its eyes move, it looks rather creepy. Especially if it is the first time seeing it, by now I've gotten used to it.
At the circus you can buy food, but I've never seen anyone there. This entire event feels more like a funeral than something that is supposed to be fun.
Another strange thing about this entire event, is that it always seems to have just enough places to sit as the amount of people that live in this village. Which means that if there is an empty place, someone isn't here.
I don't know anyone who hasn't come each and every year though.
I decide that the best way to find Sammy is to maybe ask some of the employees of the circus and maybe for them to let everyone know about his disappearance.
As one of the employees walks past me, I quickly tap her on her shoulder to get her attention.
The older lady turns to me looking at me with her dark eyes and a face that is so thin, it almost looks like a skull.
I tell her what is going on and her face seems to show something like fear.
"Oh no, we need to do something before it begins!"
"Isn't there a way to delay the show for a bit?" I ask carefully, I know that we still have some time, but it would be a good second option if we can't find him before it runs out.
"No, no, I'm so sorry. It has to start at 12 o'clock straight, bad things will happen if we don't." She seems to be more panicked than me, so I put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. "It will probably be fine, Sammy is a smart kid. So maybe if you could tell others to help the search, we can cover more ground quickly."
"Yes, Yes, I will ask all of my colleagues if they have seen him, what does he look like?"
"He is 4, has blond hair and wears his favorite dino shirt today. It's blue with green."
She nods and runs off faster than I expected of someone as old and thin as her. I couldn't even thank her.
I can see the lady talk to each of her colleagues with quick hand gestures, then one of them runs inside to come out with a megaphone.
As I want to continue John walks up to me: "Ah hey John, did you already find-"
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU ASKED THOSE FREAKS FOR HELP?!" He shouts at me: "You SAID that YOU were going to help and NOT to make Everyone think that I am a BAD FATHER! ASK BEFORE YOU PULL STUPID SHIT LIKE THIS!!!"
What a jerk...
Calmly I answer him: "Well, we will find him a lot quicker now.", But this only seems to anger him more.
"HOW the HELL can you be this CALM?! YOU REALLY DON'T CARE!"
I look at his red angry face, I am not afraid of his tantrums.
"We will find him and nothing bad is going to happen, bad things have never happened before anyway."
His face goes quickly from red to pale: "You really believe that... There is something seriously wrong with you..."
Then out of the corner of my eye, I see a little blond kid enter the tent.
"Well John, shout all you want, but I will continue to look." I run to the tent were I thought that I possibly saw Sammy.
As I enter the tent, I am greeted by a seemingly endless hallway.
"Sammy?" I call out.
No answer.
I take my phone out of my pocket and turn on the flashlight.
Now the hallway is filled with the bright white light.
I can see doors on my left and right, all of them look very old.
The bit of paint still remaining on the doors is peeling off.
The smell of damp and dust almost makes it unbreathable.
Quietly I walk, listening for any sound.
Then somewhere in the middle of the hallway I can hear whispering from one of the rooms.
I open the door and shine my flashlight inside.
Finally!
I see Sammy standing, next to what seems like a skeleton with too many arms and heads.
"Hey, Sammy! I was looking all over for you."
No answer.
"Sammy, c'mon, we gotta go."
Again silence, he hasn't even turned his face to me.
I sigh and step into the room, as I walk towards Sammy, I suddenly hear something moving.
Quickly I turn around to see what it is, has the skeleton moved?
Nah, that's impossible.
"Sam, your dad is worried about you."
But again Sammy seems to be ignoring me.
I place my hand on his shoulder: "SAM! Are you listening?"
And then he finally moves, shocked he looks at my face. So he hadn't noticed me before?
"Sam, we have to leave!"
The little kid before me starts tearing up quietly and wraps his tiny hands around my knees.
"Were you scared, Sammy?"
He nods while I gently pick him up.
"Let's go to your dad. Oh and promise me to keep your eyes shut. I will tell you when you can open them again, okay?"
"Yes, auntie." He says with fear and tears in his soft voice.
As I quickly leave to go to the place we have to be, I can hear whispering and something moving around following us.
"And then we found him again, there is really nothing to worry about."
"Why don't you understand?!" Jenny suddenly screams after me when I finished my story, her eyes red from tears and anger.
Tired of people shouting at me, I answer rather insensitively: "Why are you all so worried, nothing bad has ever happened around here! That circus is just a silly little thing to scare kids! As long as we just follow the rules, we are safe."
"Silly little thing?! You don't understand because you haven't seen it! You are just blind!"
I still don't understand the problem.
"Don't you remember the last year of middle school, when a whole family went missing!"
"I have never heard of anyone going missing."
"The group I was with existed out of a group of 6."
"6? Oliver, Amy, John, Mary and you. Who am I missing?
"Jerry, remember..."
Her voice sounds hesitant.
"I'm sorry, who?"
Shocked about my answer, Jenny stares at me with fear filled eyes.
"Y-you two have always been best friends... how?"
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