Two liars co-author each other's downfall through chaos, mutual understanding, and a game of emotional chicken. Enemies-to-lovers-to-co-conspirators-to-who-even-knows-who-they-are-at-this-point. #1 Philosophical (July '25) #1 Character Study (June '25) #1 Intellectual (Sep '25) #1 witw (Oct '25) #1 Threats (Nov '25) ‼️DISCLAIMER: This story includes mature themes, irredeemable chronic use of foul language, as well depictions of criminal activity (for entertainment purposes only, none of which should be reproduced in real-world scenarios). ["- I twirl your hair, whisper poetry into your soul, threaten your peace of mind - and that gets a 'would not recommend'? And then... you orgasm over ground beef. In my presence. - Mmmhmmm. Best MEAT I've had in a WHIIIILE. Soooooo good..."] ["I had a goldfish once. Loyal. Very dependable. Floated just right. Watched me with those glassy little eyes until it gave up."] ["- Should I clap? - Mmm~ depends. Are you touched? - Wanna touch me? Massage my shoulders or something. They're stiff as fuck from carrying the CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR BULLSHIT!"] ["You don't fall for a person. You fall for the way they fit your scars. ...It's terribly poetic. I might kill someone over it."] GENRE: Immaculate degeneracy/theatrical sadboy horrorcore. Dark comedy neo-noir satire wrapped in romantic nihilism, criminal drama, and metafictional mayhem - like if a philosophy major and a con artist co-wrote a heist while flirting through existential dread (ft. Pigeon). ⚠️ Contains unstable metaphors, masked intimacy, and disturbing amounts of velvet smirking. NOTE ON FORMAT: Dialogue is tagged with 'SCRIBE:' or 'HISOKA:' to mark speaker changes. No new tag = same character is still talking. Think of it like a script. [I don't own Hisoka. No one does. (But credit goes to Yoshihiro Togashi.) Don't own the rights to songs added via links either, the rest is original]
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