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My ass is surely on a government watch list at this point. This fic got me looking up the history of torture chambers and how executioners used specific devices on their victims.

All I did was look up what the walls of the chambers were made of and now I’m reading about the fuckin rat torture method and Judas’ Cradle….

DHDHHDJSKSGSHDKD STOP THIS GENUINELY HAS ME SOBBING I CANT BREATHE😭😭😭😭

👀 watching every step we take

Imagine ur at the dinner table sobbing while ur dad yells at you trying to explain a math problem and Vessel’s just in the corner like the hatman like🧍‍♂️👁️👄👁️

👀 watching every step we take

Thinkin bout how Dew was taken care of by Aether but now that he’s gone, he has to be the big boy of the guitarists in a way. Very switch coded (if it isn’t obvious I miss aether BAD)

Teeth of God

Summary: When a traveling interactive haunted house pops up near your hometown, your best friend Alex knows this will be the perfect way to get you into the Halloween spirit. Unfortunately for you, she left out a few key details. Word Count: 1.6k Disclaimer: This is not about the men behind the masks. I’m basing this solely off of their on-stage personas.

As the door behind you snaps shut, a whirlwind of emotions gets kicked up like a thick layer of dust. The dread you thought was gone only lay dormant until this very moment. With a deep inhale, your senses are flooded with notes of sandalwood and amber, vastly different from the smell of pine and damp moss you’ve grown accustomed to while waiting in line. The silence in this moment is deafening, and you can hear your pounding heartbeat in your ears as the situation starts to truly settle in. Taking a few moments to center yourself, you reach down to brush your fingers over the leaves of the flower Ivy had gifted you. The veins on the underside of it giving you something to focus on as you start to look around.

Standing in a small corridor, it seems the dust wasn’t just inside your mind. A layer of cobwebs and soot blankets almost every surface, along with the soft, warm glow of candelabras. Next to you sits a marble side table, atop it there is a rosary, some half-melted 7-day candles, and a ritual dagger. You feel the urge to take it with you, but decide that a lawsuit would most likely come from that, so your eyes drift to the walls lining the hall instead. Taking a step forward, you are greeted with the creaking of floorboards, making your blood run cold. Any thought of getting through this unnoticed going out the window.

Seemingly awaiting your first move, faint ritualistic chanting and discordant hymns start coming from the room down the hall. Steeling yourself for however long this experience will last, you continue forward, fists and jaw clamped shut. The walls are lined with mirrors, some uncovered, and some with black cloth draped over them. Taking a closer look, you notice crimson markings adorn some of the uncovered glass. Strange symbols you’ve never seen, written in what you can only assume is blood, staring at you as well as your own reflection. Flickering lights dance with the dark corners of the hall, which start to play games on your eyes the longer you stare into the mirror.

The door at the end of the hall you’ve now made your way halfway across creaks loudly, causing you to gasp and jerk your head towards the noise. The entryway that was once shut and enveloped in darkness now lies ajar. More candlelight pours from the opening, and the melodies you’ve heard before become louder, beckoning you to come closer. One more look around the corridor provides you with nothing but isolation. You’re in this place, in the woods, alone. Turning your body towards the next room, you take a deep breath and continue on.

Within a few steps, you’re standing in front of the doorway leading further into the manor. You could just call it quits now and walk right back out, but the hypnotising tunes coming from deeper within piques your curiosity. Leaning an ear towards the opening, muffled chants can be heard alongside the old piano you were hearing in line. Distorted words of worship are sung over clashing notes that remind you of a rusted swingset amidst a storm. Fear radiates from your body, leaving the hairs on the back of your neck at a standstill and your pupils blown wide.

Wiping your clammy palms on your pants, you reach to push the door fully open. The room before you could only be described as otherworldly, with high ceilings drenched in darkness due to candlelight that can only reach so far up. Rows of crumbling pews are lined on either side of the room, leading up to a glowing altar space. More candles adorn the room, and the scent of incense suddenly becomes suffocating. Stepping into the sanctuary, you take in the large stained glass windows, moonlight emanating from their panels that gives a ghostly glow to anything in its path. The warmth from the candles acting as a warm hug in the decrepit chapel you stand in.

Before you can find any more comfort, the door behind you slams shut, causing the flames from nearby candles to flicker and go out. Adrenaline rushes through your system as you whip around to find the culprit, only to find an empty space occupied by shadows. Floorboards creak, and suddenly you know you aren’t alone. Paralyzed, your eyes dart around to find who else is in the room with you, but no one can be seen. It takes a moment for you to come back into your body, but when you do, you’re speed walking through the large room and in between the two columns of pews.

Quite frankly, you’ve seen enough and are ready to progress. That is, until a shrill giggle pierces your ears. It seems that once again, your body betrays you and you stop, standing amongst religious relics and something, or rather someone. Garbled noises come from a direction you can’t quite put your finger on, but you look around for it anyway. Your desperation is only met with another inhuman laugh, and movement out of the corner of your eye. Quickly turning your head to follow the figure, it’s gone again. This time, instead of getting out of there, an indescribable feeling washes over you. The feeling of someone staring right into the back of your skull, or maybe it’s to your side. Similar to the voice, the gaze cast upon you seems to be coming from every direction at once.

Whoever is in the room with you has a way of being omnipresent. Long gone are the sounds of piano and chants, the only thing on your mind in this moment is the need to survive. After a moment of silence, a whimper involuntarily makes its way out of you, your body still refusing to cooperate. “Aww, don’t be so scared love, I won’t hurt you.” Despite what he’s saying, no comfort is brought to you. There’s something so off about his voice. Yes, it’s english and the words are correct, but the tone and way it’s being said makes your stomach churn. As you stand there, hyperventilating, the figure once again is caught in your periphery. This time, you don’t try and follow it, which was apparently the wrong move. 

You’re acutely aware of your surroundings, and how the staring you felt before has only seemed to intensify. This, along with the presence you feel behind you and your already dazed mind, making you an easy target for the other person in the room. The fact that you haven’t seen them yet either only heightens these feelings of disorientation. Too caught up in your thoughts, you fail to notice the person behind you leaning in, only alerted of their presence by a waft of warm air hitting the back of your right ear, “You will listen to what I have to say and obey, do not turn around.” Practically jumping out of your skin at this invasion of your space, you quickly force yourself to stay still, completely ignoring the instinct to face the man behind you.

Another chuckle can be heard as you gulp and shift your weight from side to side, every muscle in your body begging you to move. Breathing deeply through your nose and out your mouth, you continue staring forward at the altar as the man behind you moves away. Seconds pass before he speaks again, this time deeper, the shrill giggles replaced with hushed growls. “Close your eyes,” his tone is demanding and you immediately shut your eyes, not wanting to get into any more shit than you already were. With your eyes shut, you could only assume the man was moving around due to the floorboards creaking and giving away his location. 

You feel a tug and your pocket, and your mind jumps to the worst. You and Alex were lured out here by some psychos with a fake ad, and they could now do whatever they wanted. Thankfully, before you could spiral any further, the man speaks up, “Such a pretty gift, I see you’ve met the groundskeeper.” You could hear that he was smirking while speaking, obviously enjoying your fear and compliance. Now aware that he was only inquiring about the flower in your pocket, you sigh, though your heartbeat continues to race in your chest. “Y-yeah, Ivy gave it to me. I don’t know why, but please don’t take it away.” It seems that your begging was enough for the man, as he steps away from you with a hum.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, eyes closed in the middle of pews, but after a couple of minutes that felt like hours, you hesitantly open up your eyes. When you don’t get reprimanded for doing so, you assume you’re in the clear to continue. In the moments of standing between pews, you managed to calm down some, which you’re thankful for. Looking forward, you’re greeted with a beautiful altar table decorated in jewels, scripture, and taper candles. Stepping up to it, you notice most of the papers have either been burnt or have the same symbols you saw in the corridor scribbled over the text. You take a mental note of it for research when you get home, but for right now, you walk around the altar to try and find the exit.

Thankfully for you, there’s a door behind the space, stepping down from the stand, you set a hand on a metal doorknob. It’s cold to the touch, and you have a feeling things will only get worse from here, so you take your time leaving. Looking around, you admire the stained glass, flickering candles, and the piano notes. With a deep breath, you push the door open and are met with a stone stairwell leading down to the next section.

WE CRYING OURSELVES TO SLEEP WITH THIS ONE FELLAS

You're welcome and I'm sorry. Made myself cry with this one.

MOURN teaser // Poisoned Tongues 30.5.2025

”so sorry that it’s been a long while…”

WAS NO ONE GONNA TELL ME IVY HAS HIS OWN BAND?!!??! YALL WERE DEPRIVING ME OF HIS SCREAMS HOW DARE

I either can’t comprehend language at all or the spirit of Shakespeare possesses me, there’s no in between

Okay yall, I need some input on the fic

“No amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory of innocence” ~ Take Me Back to Eden

The childlike innocence of wonder and whimsy may be lost, but we can still forge a path of peace for ourselves

Hmm……

this is fine.

very first song by president just dropped and it makes me really excited to follow along with the band from here on out. hate that mask though ngl

shoutout to all the moots I barely talk to, I’m still up to kill god with you if you ever ask

I know I don’t have many followers but writing requests are open! I won’t promise nsfw stuff cuz I haven’t ever written it but I can try, ask away! <3

New lock and home screen cuz idk how to be normal about anything ever :D

Deadman's Mile

Summary: When a traveling interactive haunted house pops up near your hometown, your best friend Alex knows this will be the perfect way to get you into the Halloween spirit. Unfortunately for you, she left out a few key details. Word Count: 2.5k Disclaimer: This is not about the men behind the masks. I’m basing this solely off of their on-stage personas.

An alarm blaring near your head wakes you from your slumber. Groggily, you reach out to your side to blindly grab for your phone, which only takes a few tries before you finally find it and hit the snooze button. Rolling back over, now half awake, you’re content to just fall back asleep before being so rudely interrupted by Alex yanking your blanket off you. “Wake up, sleepyhead, today’s the day!” A loud groan erupts from your throat as you try to shield your eyes from the sunlight beaming in through your window, as another alarm goes off. Now fully awake and entirely too grumpy, you check your phone to see what time it is. 12pm flashes across your screen, as well as a couple of notifications you’re unable to read in your bleary-eyed state.

Sitting up with a stretch, you find Alex’s side of the makeshift bed to be completely empty. It isn’t uncommon for this to be the way things go the morning after your sleepovers, you both have always had completely different sleep schedules. The ache in your back and neck pulls you from your thoughts as you start to regret sleeping on the floor. Nothing a few advil won't fix, so you get up and shuffle into your bathroom in search of pain relief. While in the bathroom, you begrudgingly decide to get ready for the day as well. After going to the bathroom, brushing your teeth, then your hair, and taking the painkillers, you head back to the living room, feeling more alive than when you left it.

Alex had already started to make you both a late breakfast, scrambled eggs and frozen waffles, from what you can smell. She beams from the kitchen stove, spatula in hand,  “Well, look who finally decided to join the realm of the living.” Rolling your eyes, you bend down to collect the blankets strewn across the floor. “Don’t even start, having plans wasn’t my idea,” you grumble. You both work in comfortable silence, you tidying up the living room and Alex making a simple breakfast to start your day. Once the folded blankets are back in your closet and Alex’s things are set near her bag, you walk into the kitchen to get some orange juice out for the two of you. As you pour your drinks and put the carton away, Alex walks over to the counter to set your plate down near you.

You hop up to sit on the kitchen counter before taking your plate into your hands and diving right in, starting to feel more and more like a human with every bite. “Damn, slow down, don’t want you catatonic and missing our adventure” you hear Alex chuckle off to your right side and your eyes narrow. “So you really aren’t even gonna give me a hint? You passed out before I could ask anything last night.” Taking a sip of her orange juice, Alex pretends to think over your question before quickly shaking her head and saying, “Nope,” leaving you, again, with more questions than answers. In the past, she’s been overly excited to share what trouble you two would be getting into, which only makes this situation feel that much more irritating. 

With a huff, you set your now empty plate into the sink and hop off the counter. Hand on your hip, you stare at Alex for a second, who’s now grinning ear to ear at your defiance. “Well, could you at least tell me how I should dress? I don’t wanna be wearing uncomfortable shoes if we have to run from the cops.” Delighted at the change in questions, she finishes the last of her breakfast and puts her plate away as well. “You need to wear something casual and comfortable. We’re gonna be on our feet for a while, and I don’t want you to get…overwhelmed in any restrictive clothing.” That pause immediately put your guard up, as you were only joking about running from the police. 

Alex, on the other hand, is smug as ever, walking right past you and into the living room to rummage through her bag. She finally pulls out a pair of jeans and a faded Bon Jovi band tee before holding them up at you as to say, “This is what I’m wearing, now go change.” Heading off into your room, you get changed and decide to put on a little bit of makeup. Heeding Alex’s warning about possibly running, you only apply some mascara, a bit of blush, and a lip tint. Finishing off your look with some bracelets and rings, you finally exit your room to find that Alex had the same idea as you. 

~

It’s been about 15 minutes of silence, nervous energy collecting in your body as you watch houses pass by from the passenger seat window. You both hopped into Alex’s car at around 4:30pm, the sun already starting to lower towards the horizon as you hit the road. She still hasn’t given you any clue as to what the two of you would be doing that night, but she did say it was near the city, which was only met with a groan from you as you know how bad traffic can get. 

Noticing your leg has been bouncing since you got into the car, Alex turns to you with a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry, I know how much you love horror stuff. It’s spooky season and we gotta kick it off the right way, I promise you won’t be in any danger.” Turning back to face the road she chuckles and silently adds on, “At least not any real danger.” You shake your head, still trying to figure out what the plan was. Maybe she’s taking you to that horror themed bar down the road from where you worked, maybe theres a new thriller at the cinema, whatever it is, a smile makes its way to your face at the gesture. 

She’s right, Halloween is your favoite holiday and with your schedule, you haven’t gotten time to properly appreciate the autumn leaves that have painted the sidewalks in beautiful shades of red and orange. Taking another look out the window, you see Alex has turned down a dirt path that separates your neighborhood from the city. The quickly setting sun mixed with dense greenery of pine trees would usually bring you comfort, but in this case it only heightens your worries. You’ve walked this trail a million times, yet the winding path and towering trees have a new energy to them. Something less relaxing and a bit more sinister.

As soon as this newfound dread settles in your stomach, the radio blurts out an ad for an interactive haunted house and everything finally clicks. “Alex, don’t tell me this haunt is our plans for the night.” Gawking and staring wide eyed at your friend who only laughs in return, mischief returning to her gaze once again. “Listen, I know you don’t like haunted houses, but this is a once in a lifetime thing! Plus, you gotta test your comfort zone every once and a while. Who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy this.” 

Pulling into an opening in the trees, Alex puts the car in park and turns off the radio, finally turning to you fully. Meeting her gaze and crossing your arms, you make no move to unbuckle your seatbelt. “So what, you intentionally didn’t tell me cuz you knew I would say no?” Alex nods enthusiastically and shuts off the car engine, unbuckling herself and opening the drivers side door. Hopping out, you hear leaves crunch under her feet and with a huff, you also unbuckle your seatbelt, steppng out of the passengers seat into the opening. Looking around, you find lanterns set on the ground, providing a bit of light and acting as a guide to show you both where to go. In the distance, there’s a large victorian style manor, decked out in lush vines crawling up the siding. It just looks like another abandoned house, but you still get chills looking at it. 

With the wind blowing and the need to protect yourself settling in, you pull your unzipped jacket across your chest and go to stand near Alex. There are a few other cars in the lot you stand in, but no signs of life other than a few fits of laughter coming from the front of the manor, as well as some classical music being played on an out of tune piano. You’re guess is that there are speakers hidden around, which you find yourself impressed by. Not only did these folks take the time to set up, but they created a whole experience out of a dilapidated building in the middle of the woods.

Alex nudges you and with that, you both start walking towards the manor. On the way to the line, she tells you a bit about this haunted house. Apparently they travel all over the world, and just so happened to pick your town, as well as a few others in the U.S. The haunt is called Deadman’s Mile, and it started in the U.K. That’s all the information you payed attention to before you started taking in your surroundings. A large gate stood open, inviting you into what seemed to be a courtyard. This had to be an estate they rented out due to how well kept the front garden seemed, along with a large fountain statue of cherubs and florals standing at the center of everything.

Despite your hesitation, this place was gorgeous. Cobblestone walkways, lanterns and string lights, ivy overgrown onto every possible surface, it was straight out of a movie. You felt reinvigorated and now it was your turn to pull Alex along. Grabbing her hand and taking the lead, you both rush closer to the building, stepping into a roped off line that had already begun forming. The chatter of other attendees and the soundtrack of eerie piano melodies melded into one as you settled into the excitement surrounding you. Alex sighed in relief that her plan had worked, and you both just stood in awe and anticipation as more and more people showed up.

Alex had started chatting with another group behind you two, sharing tid bits of information she read about online. Small talk was never really your thing, so you instead turned to see how many people are ahead of you two. A big sign catches your eye that reads “When entering this haunt, you consent to the actors touching, pulling, pushing, and invading your space. If you need an out, the safeword is Sleep.” Turning to Alex and tugging on her shirt, you point to the sign with fear settling back into your body. “Oh yeah, guess I forgot to mention that too.” She chuckles and goes back to the conversation she was having.You start to wonder what on earth you could do to get back at her, but right now your fate has been sealed. No matter if you’d rather die in a hole, you’re determined to have fun tonight.

While standing in line, you notice one of the haunt actors wandering around, a little ways ahead of where you and Alex stand. He seems to be about 5’10, and has a dirty shovel slung over his shoulder. He’s wearing a flannel that’s cuffed at his forearms and tucked into the waist of a pair of old, grass-stained jeans. In his back pocket are some gardening gloves, and hooked around one of his belt loops is a large ring of keys that you can only assume are for the manor you stand in front of. As he surveys the line for anyone of interest, the two of you lock eyes and you freeze. In this moment, you hope that maybe if you stand still enough, he’ll forget he even spotted you. 

As if he could hear your racing thoughts, he starts making his way towards you as you will yourself to calm down. These are just actors after all. The closer he gets, the clearer you can see more of his features. His messy brown hair seems to have a mind of its own, but what really catches you are his eyes. They’re stormy blue in color and have a softness to them that immediately puts you at ease. The jingle of keys and a soft thump rips you from your thoughts as your eyes focus back to the man who’s now in front of you, leaning against a stone pillar with his arms crossed. 

Meeting his gaze, all you can seem to mutter out is “Hi” and you don’t doubt you look like a deer in headlights. You’re met with a chuckle as he puts the shovel down to the ground, his hand still holding onto its handle. “The names Ivy, you seem a bit nervous. How bout some fun facts to help ya out hm?” Seemingly captivated by his accent and calm nature, you nod, still starstuck by his eyes. Leaning his weight onto the shovel and setting a hand on his hip, he thinks for a second before his eyes light up “Okay so, did you know that the flower Belladonna translate to beautiful woman and the berries from it can cause hallucinations and death?” Before you can react he’s holding a flower, what you presume to be the plant hes talking about, out to you. 

You slowly reach up and take it from his grasp, eyeing the man curiously. A smile makes its way to his face and soon yours “A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady.” Leaning down next to your ear he whispers, “Be careful in there doll, the others won’t be as kind as I am.” With that, he slings his shovel over his shoulder and continues on down the line. Was he flirting with you? This must be something he does all the time. Looking down at the flower still in your hand, a blush spreads across your cheeks and his warning echos in your mind. 

Turning to Alex, you find she’s already smiling at you knowingly. “What? You mad you didn’t get a gift?” Shoving the flower in her face, she swats your hand away and laughs. “Are you happy you decided to stop being such a shut-in? I told you not to worry.” Rolling your eyes, you find the line has started to move. Thankfully the two of your got there early so there wouldn’t be much wait time, but it seems like only one person is allowed to go in at a time. After noticing this, you mumble under your breath “Oh shit, I’m gonna be in there alone…” Ivy’s warning continues to run through your mind as you try to prepare yourself for what could very well be torture.

Looking back down the line in search for him, you’re met with other attendees and vague disappointment that you won’t see him again. Soon enough, you’re being pushed to the front of the line, tucking the flower into your pocket, you commit the safeword to memory, repeating it in your mind in case the worst does end up happening. Stepping into the threshold of the manor, your mind seems to go blank with anxiety. The only repreive you get from the darkness being warm, flickering candlelight.

Author Note: I'm so sorry it took so long to upload this! We're finally getting into interactions with the eepy boys, so hopefully that makes up for my absence. As always, constructive criticism is welcome <3

I’m gonna redesign my phones lock and home screen as well as the icons

I read this as “raw flesh” at first and just accepted it cuz yeah, ur right either way😭

The buffet bar in Arcadia is filled with raw fresh cut onions. Cause bitch you gona cry…

Hey so Gethsemane, YOU DIDNT NEED TO STAB ME LIKE THAT

ONE SONG IN AND I FEEL THE NEED TO CHEW ON FURNITURE

The fallen angel imagery throughout this album has me FROTHING AT THE MOUTH (I mayhaps have ideas for another au)

DANGEROUS THE SONG THAT YOU ARE WHAT THE FUCK

ONE SONG IN AND I FEEL THE NEED TO CHEW ON FURNITURE

ONE SONG IN AND I FEEL THE NEED TO CHEW ON FURNITURE

Telomeres my beloved…that’s it, that’s the post

trying so hard to lock in and get my finals done but the only thing goin on in my brain is the Wii sports theme and this

I apologize to any blogs that keep getting me in their notifications. I have a gremlin in my brain that wants to share the appreciation I get from seeing yall on my feed <3

Chapter 2 Sneak Peek

While in line, you notice one of the haunt actors wandering around, a little ways ahead of where you and Alex stand. He seems to be about 5’10, and has a dirty shovel slung over his shoulder. He’s wearing a flannel that’s cuffed at his forearms and tucked into the waist of a pair of old, grass-stained jeans. In his back pocket are some gardening gloves, and hooked around one of his belt loops is a large ring of keys that you can only assume are for the manor you stand in front of. As he surveys the line for anyone of interest, the two of you lock eyes and you freeze. In this moment, you hope that maybe if you stand still enough, he’ll forget he even spotted you. 

As if he could hear your racing thoughts, he starts making his way towards you, as you will yourself to calm down. These are just actors after all. The closer he gets, the clearer you can see more of his features. His messy brown hair seems to have a mind of its own, but what really catches you are his eyes. They’re stormy blue in color and have a softness to them that immediately puts you at ease. The jingle of keys and a soft thump rips you from your thoughts as your eyes focus back to the man who’s now in front of you, leaning against a stone pillar with his arms crossed.

Halloweekend

Summary: When a traveling interactive haunted house pops up near your hometown, your best friend Alex knows this will be the perfect way to get you into the Halloween spirit. Unfortunately for you, she left out a few key details. Word Count: 1k Disclaimer: This is not about the men behind the masks. I’m basing this solely off of their on-stage personas.

Alex: still on for the sleepover Y/N: obviously!!! Alex: perfect, I’ll be over in 20

It’s officially the day before Halloween weekend, and your annual horror movie marathon sleepover is underway. While many in your hometown see Halloween as just another holiday, you’ve always taken it very seriously. It’s the one time of the year when dressing up and having weird interests are celebrated instead of looked down upon. Pocketing your phone, you turn your attention back to setting up.

The apartment you’ve rented isn’t too spacious, but it’s enough for you, and the cozy decor you’ve thrifted over the years only adds to the ambiance. Throwing on a spooky playlist, you set off to light some candles and turn off the overhead light that always tends to give you a headache. Yeah, the amount of lamps and flames you have around probably isn’t the safest in this rickety old building, but what matters right now is that the vibe is set for a night of slasher flicks and chit chat.

You’ve compiled a list of tonight’s horror films and some blankets that lie in a heap on your living room floor. The thought of lying down in them until Alex gets here is tempting, but you still have to pop a pizza in the oven, and watching a bunch of movies without some sort of snack just sounds like torture. So that’s what you do, setting a timer and walking back to the living room, you finally pick up the tv remote and open up your streaming service of choice. You have a general list of movies you want to get through, but you’re open to those changing throughout the night as well.

An incessant knock at your door jolts you awake from your impromptu nap. 

Wait shit, how long have I been sitting here?

Rolling your eyes at the continuous noise, you stretch and finally get up from the couch to let Alex in. She’s always been the type to pull at car door handles before it's even unlocked, and as annoying as it can be, you can’t help but smile. Being childhood best friends, it only makes sense that these sleepovers have become a sort of ritual for the two of you. Yanking open the door mid-knock, you’re greeted with your best friend’s infectious smile and a bag that seemingly carries everything she’s ever owned in it.

Alex pushes past you and stumbles into the living room with a “God, it’s so good to finally see you again!” Without another word, she’s plopping her bag down and fishing out some snacks, drinks, and even more blankets she brought with her, seemingly dead set on getting the night started as soon as possible. You close the door and head into your kitchen to get the pizza out of the oven as you both chatter on about what you’ve been up to these past couple of weeks.

You were finally able to get into the groove of your new bartending position, and with it being in the city, the money’s good, so you can’t really complain about working long nights. Turning back to the living room, Alex has already started laying out the blankets and pillows, making sure there’s enough padding and space for you both to comfortably lounge on the floor. Looking up at you, she smiles again, “I’m so glad this one’s a good fit for you. I know how much you love being a part of nightlife. I still can’t believe I’m in my last year of med school. It’s honestly a bit jarring.”

You head back into the living room, plated pizza slices in both hands, and set them down on the coffee table before plopping down next to her. “I know you’ll be in the throes of work in no time. I mean hell, you psychoanalyze me any chance you get. You’re a natural at it!” Alex playfully punches you before reaching for a slice of pizza. You always know how to calm her anxieties, and she can’t help but agree with you on that last part.

Settling into your spot on the floor, you decide to start the night off with a classic. Friday the 13th. It’s probably not the best idea to be eating while watching slasher films, with the gore and all, but the campiness is too good to pass up. Soon enough, the banter has started back up, and you both have somehow turned watching horror movies into a comedy show. Alex insists she could survive the killer, while you point out how she can’t even walk without falling over thin air.

The gruesome nature of the film falls flat and turns to background noise as you ramble on about how obvious the special effects are and claim you could “do them so much better.” The credits roll, and you get up to put your dishes in the sink, asking Alex to pick the next movie. Her choice was Terrifier, and you can’t help but smile at how well she knows your tastes.

“Obviously, you’d pick that one.” You say with an eyeroll, and it’s quickly countered with “Oh please, I know how much you love clowns. You’re a proud monsterfucker, said it yourself only like, a million times.” Now it’s your turn to act offended, gasping and clutching your nonexistent pearls. This earns you a boisterous laugh as you enter back into the living room, returning to your spot.

~

Your final movie of the night ends, and both you and Alex find yourselves lying down. The room turns quiet except for the faint hum of your dishwasher going and the occasional car passing from the street below. Checking your phone, you find it’s only 2am, not too bad. You got through most of the films you wanted, but mostly just enjoyed the time catching up and gossiping.

Before you can make any moves to turn the tv off, Alex’s sleepy voice pipes, “Oh also, I need you awake by noonish. We’re going on an adventure and have to leave the house at 4.” Turning to her with your face scrunched in confusion, she just smiles and yawns, adding on “I’m not gonna tell you what we’re doing either, just trust me dude. It’ll be fun!” There’s a glint of mischief in her eye, as she successfully caught you before you started asking about any specifics.

Even if you were to ask now, you wouldn’t get a response as Alex had quickly fallen asleep. With a lighthearted headshake, you turn the tv off, set an alarm on your phone, and lie back down. Trying to fall asleep, you can’t help but run through all your past adventures with Alex, trying to puzzle piece together what exactly she has in mind. Thankfully, exhaustion kicks in before you can preemptively decide not to go, your body slumping as you fall into a peaceful sleep. Or at least as peaceful as it can be, being on the floor and not your bed.

Author Note: Our eepy boys will show up soon, but I wanted the first chapter to kinda set the scene. Please let me know if y'all have any constructive criticism, as I'm still new to fanfic writing <3

still thinkin about that dream I had but I can only remember the part where iii was kneeling at my feet where I stood, looking longingly up at me while I played with his hair

I need angsty Sleep Token fic recommendations!!! Ones that preferably have a good ending tho plz <3