Everyone Has One - ScoutScout - Silence
Scout was a Sedatephobic.
He could never stand silence, no matter what it was. Every time the emptiness came upon the area, he could feel it press against his lungs and heart. It wrapped around him and squeezed tightly against his form
That's why he wouldn't stop talking.
Whenever silence tried to sneak up to him, Scout would start speaking about something, even if it was unrelated to the situation; whether it be about baseball, his family or any other topic he could think of.
It all started when he was about 15 years old.
He had been in a car with some of his friends, all of them driving home after a particularly wild party. His best friend, Damien, was driving with a beer-fogged brain and the taste of some sort of drug on the tip of his tongue. He was the only one with a licence, so he was the only who could drive.
That's when it crashed.
When he came to, he was lying
MvM: Strict's Classroom!TEEEEEEEEEEEEN HUT!
It's time for you to get another lesson of destroying these pitiful tin trash cans.
So seat your ass and listen carefully, because I am NOT going to repeat myself!
Every class has its advantages and disadvantages in a fight. But there is 9 classes and just 6 spots in the team! How to make the best choice of your teammates? You are going to learn it here!
Every team should consist of three different roles:
Firepower! It's the first line of defense and privates that are interested in ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but dealing as much damage as possible to the right targets.
Crowd Control classes:
Their job is keepi
20 Themes Challenge: Delicious Horror1. Big Kid
2. Came From Behind
3. Wailing Siren
4. Back Stabber
5. Yellow Eyes
6. True Form
7. Nobody Moves
8. Pull Of The Trigger
9. Twisted Ankle
10. Burning Flesh
11. Human Remains
12. Anguished Screams
13. Little Puppet
14. Unholy Creation
15. Torture Chamber
16. Meat Eating Lover
17. Soul Destroyer
18. Distant Growls
19. Wallow In Dirt
20. Killing Sound
The Horror Suicide ShowThe pain was unbearable. It was like hundreds of butterflies with razor tipped wings quickly cutting you away from the world. That's how Cherie Morgan felt as she stood in the center of the dark room, with a razor in her hand. The people behind the dark glass watched her die as they sat around smoking cigars and drinking the most delicate wines. Another man joined the booth for the next show and he is greeted, "Welcome to The Horror Suicide Show".
The world was falling apart for young Jessie Lee. She had fallen in love with a beautiful girl. Vanity and popularity were her only concerns; she had no time for a girl like Jessie. Again, she walked home alone, wrapped in her usual dark clothes, through her usual dark world.
She pushed the door open only to discover an empty house. She trudge along the dirty carpet, through the empty kitchen and finally into her room, where the walls resembled her mind. They were full of holes and decorated with poor scrawlings. Among those unskilled scribbl
schizophrenia horror and fear
a child 12 years
mommy what are you doing?
mom-all things yellow are evil must break. yellow is not evil mom. god said.
mom. jesus pictures covering the walls. candles everywhere. mom- evil spirits in the house. . child not real mommy. you are scaring me. mom. walls covered in red lipstick crosses. she covered legs with pen crosses. burning paper. screaming. she is talking to someone. mommy there is no one their. meds not working. mom tries to kill her herself . throw herself infront of subway. police take mom away to hospital. finally peace. child no more raising an enfant brother . mom returns but doesnot take her meds. rice throw everywhere. burning many objects. mom. i am a servant for god. mom you are crazy. child afraid of getting beaten. horror feels the child. i want to die please. god please let me die. i am suffering said the child. mom- mother mary is evil. bull shit mom. i hate you. why can you be a normal mom. mom
Horror Story: Patches the Rabbit
The playground was bustling with children. Kids were pulling stunts on the monkey bars, going up and down on the teeter totters, taking turns on the slide, and playing an exciting game of freeze tag. One of the girls who went by the name of Alice wandered around the playground, searching for a group of kids to join when she noticed that a boy was sitting alone on the swing set. He wore a dark purple hoodie with black stripes and he looked as though he was in the highest grade. In his arms he cuddled a stuffed, white rabbit plush with glossy black button eyes and glittering blue stars on its paws and ears. He had this rather bored look on his face while he fiddled with the rabbit’s ears, like he was lonely and needed someone to play with him.
Alice made her way over to him and greeted him with a smile, “Hi!” She waved to him, but he was too interested in the plush. “Hello?” she questioned.
His head slowly rose and he gave her this disconcerted look and clut
Frisk tapped on the jukebox trying to get it to change the song. They huffed at the obnoxious song that blared during every time they were here. “Sorry Frisk, it’s broken,” Grillby watched the child for a moment. Frisk shrugged and knocked on the screen a few more times before giving up. They walked over to the line of bar stools. Frisk hopped up and attempted to climb on to the seat. Grillby chuckled and helped them up. “Thank you,” Frisk signed to him. Grillby beamed. All of Frisk’s family from the underground learned sign language after they met Frisk. As a mute, Frisk could only speak with their hands.
Frisk peered at the little red handprints on their sides. They giggled and signed, “Their like temporary tattoos!” Grillby smiled and shook his head, “I’m sorry about that Frisk. My touch will only leave that mark for a few minutes.” Frisk smiled and shrugged. Grillby han