heyyy :P ive felt like pure and utter fucking asscheeks, take this. the writing is pretty good i think, i just cant make myself finish it. it was going to be schlattbur with underlying schlattza, and it was due to be really really long,with the storyboard but i just cant do it, bleh.
Warnings:
- abduction
- slight psycho. horror
- forced drug use
- i think thats all ?
uhh remember that ur comments make me smile :)
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Schlatt sighed rather loudly, his breath vaporizing in the air as he pulled his key from the lock, jiggling the handle just to make sure it was indeed locked- okay maybe one more time. When he was completely sure the old fast food shop was entirely shut away, he pulled the worn-out ball cap from his backpack and smacked it onto his head before beginning his trek home.
His boss, a few hours earlier, had asked him to close for the night, and who was he to deny a cheap way to easy money? A few hours of overtime wouldn't hurt him a bit, he had no plans anyways, besides sitting alone in his apartment. Yeah, he would have to Uber back to his apartment, but what big deal would that be? Well, that's what he thought at least. Apparently, nobody in New York is eager to drive an extra couple miles at three in the morning. Disappointing.
So there he was, jogging down the street, the wind frozen and icy as it burned his cheeks and chapped his lips. His dark hair whipping against his forehead brought hot tears to his eyes before they slipped down his cheeks and froze there.. "God dammit," He cursed, tucking his head down and popping the collar of the black windbreaker that enveloped his body.
Each hit of his laced boots on the concrete sent a harsh shock through his bones, causing him to cringe and soften his steps, falling into a quickened walk. Eventually, the frozen brunette passed a stranger who seemed to be in the same predicament as him, rushing down the sidewalk under the onslaught of snow and dim streetlights with a heavy coat wrapped around their shoulders.
Taking note of a nearby alleyway, he tucked around the corner and pressed his backpack to the brick wall, sighing contentedly as he was temporarily freed from the icy wrath of the night. Rubbing his hands together, he warmed them and pressed slim fingers to his flushed cheeks, relishing in the newfound pleasantries.
The shrill screaming of the wind sent a nip of fear down his spine as he observed his unfamiliar surroundings. A door to what looked like an old bar was cut into the mildew covered walls and the ground was littered with garbage, despite the rather massive dumpster a couple yards down. How could people be so disgusting? It was something he would never be able to understand.
A damp cardboard box was also against the old building and, upon distant observation, it seemed to have someone residing within it.
As the distant sound of quick, heavy footsteps came into hearing distance, the hair on Schlatt's neck stood on end and he whipped around.
A dark, still figure stood in the opening to the alleyway.
He was stuck.
Stuck.
His body was solidified with cement and the marrow shot full of dread.
"Schlatt," The figure's low, distorted voice echoed, and it almost seemed like a familiar greeting, making the situation all the more horrifying. The man's- no, thing's, face was hidden beneath a long hooded cloak with short strands of blonde hair peaking out from behind its mask. It was a stupid looking thing, completely round, with a black smile painted on it.
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Fanfiction;; warning: contains smut, gore, and graphic depiction of harsh or sensitive topics ;; don't talk about your age. just don't talk about it, i don't care that you're 13 and think you're mature enough to read nsfw. you're not, but i can't stop you. go...
