Cover art by @astroisonline on Twitter/X (whatever you wanna call it lol).
‼️To the artist or anyone who knows, please let me know if you want me to remove it from the cover. I'll gladly do so accordingly.
I got some inspo from some amazing people o...
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* Requested by Puppetboi231 * Go give them some love!! Big shoutout to them as well for keeping my motivation up. It's been incredibly stubborn lately so I really appreciate it :D
this took too fucking long to do im so sorry for keeping you guys waiting for this
its out now so i hope you guys enjoy! we got a bit of some angst and fluff in here with a darker tone to the story plot :3
i might make another part for this depending on how well this oneshot does, and i have a good handful of ideas for this what-if
i'm lying. i will make another part for this.
anyways, enjoy! ^^
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⚠️ TW/CW: This oneshot will have mentions/depictions of violence and blood. Please read at your own discretion.
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An uncomfortable, eerie night filled the atmosphere of the city. It was the right amount of chilly too, setting the mood for an uneasy night. A certain soft blue-haired boy was traveling back to his apartment from visiting his old childhood best friend. He had really just needed someone to talk to tonight, and Grace had lended a supportive shoulder to cry on.
Benjamin had gone a long week without seeing his boyfriend, Pico. The graffiti artist had told him that he was gonna go out to run some errands and maybe even find a spare wall out in the city to spray paint to his heart's content. However, ever since then, Benjamin hasn't seen or heard from him since. Pico never came back home or called/texted him of his whereabouts.
The poor painter had been overwhelmed with nothing but worried thoughts for that same amount of time that Pico had vanished. He had gone out to search for him himself, but he had absolutely no luck. Benjamin even considered the possibility that the spray painter might have been at a few of his favorite spots around the block of the apartment building they temporarily resided in. However, there wasn't a single trace of him anywhere.
The light blue-haired boy continued walking along the block, on his way back home to his apartment. Getting lost in his anxious, frantic thoughts, he couldn't help but begin to develop thoughts of horrific possibilities that could have happened to Pico.
What if he got kidnapped? Was he not able to defend himself from the threat?
What if his parents ambushed him and tortured him in a secluded area?
