Take a Peek

Gaze 01

//SURPRISE!!! This is a special chapter featuring our dearest Aesop on what he is thinking about his dearest Joseph! Now let us take a peek on his silent mind...//

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There is not a single quiet day on this chaotic side of the manor. All I am hoping is peace and quiet but I can only have that when the idiots are away on a match or if it's time for bed.

My name is Aesop Carl, the embalmer. I am a survivor of Oletus Manor and my quirk or, let's say, my specialty is resurrecting fellow survivors on my coffin.

My personality? Everyone would say I have anxiety, which is true. But if you have stayed long enough in this crazy manor, you will also go insane and forget that you have anxiety.

I still hate people though and I very much prefer decoding ciphers by myself. My anxiety would only trigger when I am on a match or if I am meeting new survivors, which I am thankful for because it rarely happens.

I feel sorry for our mother figure though because her children are multiplying by the day. They may be old and mature but trust me, almost all of us are immature as hell.

I am adding myself to that because I don't want to socialize with them. Especially when Mike Morton, the acrobat would just barge into my room and drag me to the game room to play cards with them.

Today is like any other day. We watch others on their matches through the TV that is installed in the living room and eat every snacks available or go to the game room to play cards and gamble (which is prohibited, by the way) or just stay in our rooms.

We have a new survivor added yesterday and his name was Luca Balsa. Let me tell you, he is another pain in the ass, but not my ass. I just greeted him like I always do with the other survivors then went back to my room.

By the time I left for dinner, he has bonded with Mike and Norton and apparently, he also likes to follow Andrew Kress, the survivor who arrived last week.

And since he focuses on inventing stuffs or tamper with stuffs as I prefer to call it, our lightbulbs are being sacrificed and I pray that our fuse box won't explode.

Martha is keeping them in place though, and by them, I mean Mike, Norton and Luca. I feel sorry for Martha but the idiots won't listen to Jose Baden, our first officer and would sometimes prank the guy.

I wonder if the hunter's side of the manor also as chaotic as ours or are they having the peace and quiet that I wanted.

I actually like the photographer though. I don't know why but there is something inside of me that's just want to hold him and gaze at him everytime.

I can always stare at his beautiful eyes that's like the sky and everytime he smiles is just so... speechless. I always anticipated our match with the photographer because that means I can follow him on his mirror world.

He might not know but I actually find it amusing when he shows his funny faces at the survivors' mirror before hitting and tying them into a chair.

I just hope that he will be using his camera again tomorrow.

I have finished my night bath and went to fetch my pajama when I heard a sneeze from above.

I don't know why but I can feel it just above my bedroom door and there he was, peeking at me.

Of course I know who is peeking but why is he peeking though? I wore my pajama fast and smirked at him before going to my dolls and arrange them again.

I still haven't made a photographer hunter doll yet because I want to make sure I can capture the beauty of his eyes, which is why I am excited for tomorrow's match.

I have already made the base which is a blank doll with his clothes and I am hiding it in my closet so that no one can see.

Staring at the area above the door, I can guess he left already since I am unable to find his silhouette behind the opaque wall.

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By the time the match ended, I am still floating on cloud nine. I can't believe I have talked and mock Joseph. My Joseph.

I like how his name roll in my mind and mouth. He looks so adorable with his pouting face when I follow him wherever around the map. And even though it hurts when he swung his swrd towards me, I felt fine because he looked guilty afterwards.

I can also feel him blushing at most of my comments and I wonder what would he look like blushing under me.

Well, I still need to look for Tracy and ask her how to fix a camera before Joseph visits me again soon.

I can't wait to see his beautiful colored face soon.

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Author's note and RANT:

I feel like he still lacks dominance. But that's okay, this is not the only Aesop POV I'll make 🤣
I'll just make this his stepping stone in making Joseph wither under him. 🤣

Anyways, I wrote this fast because I am angry someone made my boi __wuchonk sad. 🙁

It's okay to ask for advice and maybe inspirations BUT stealing one's concept and idea is a big NO-NO in my book.

This is why I make author's note first on my book so that if you feel like I am copying someone's story or concept then you can inform me so that I can change mine.

It is hard to make up and imagine concepts and it'll just take seconds for others to copy it.

I know the feeling because I used to copy other's works WHICH I DO NOT PUBLISH BECAUSE IT IS NOT MINE IN THE FIRST PLACE.

And from there, I made my most current popular book on my profile, Queen.

I made a lot of werewolf research and read a lot of werewolf stories just to make Queen and here I am again, reading IDV fanfics just to know how everyone would act.

But since this is not the regular JosCarl story I tend to make both Aesop and Joseph OOC which is okay.

I also have a hard time thinking on how to continue the story, plotting the ideas in my head is a pain and it is disappointing to know that someone is copying it.

There is a BIG DIFFERENCE between copying and being inspired.

I don't know who made my boi sad so lemme just rant here for a bit.

Also it's past midnight now, thank you for reading this.

Gaye~

PS.
I may not update for the following week since I am having another project for moolah. But who knows, I might surprise you gays again 🤣