Where's That Anonymous Opinion Meme When You Want It
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agatha, while in a relationship, has sought out sex as a form of comfort after nightmares. it's the quickest and easiest way to make her forget the nightmare and exhaust her enough and put her back at enough ease to be able to fall back asleep. obviously, this is agatha, i don't think i have to say she won't start feeling her partner up without consent. she'll wake them (if her nightmare didn't wake them as well), tell them what happened, and ask if they feel up to a round. if not, then she won't press, and she'll either just curl up against her partner or get out of bed and find some other form of comfort. she might make herself some tea and read, she might draw or paint.
" o-oh— " she'd tell him not to worry about it but he's already taken a couple of the bags from her arms that she was struggling only a little to carry. " i, um, i-i'm s-s-stronger than i look, sir. " agatha tells him with a laugh, but still, she nods and thanks him, leading him away from the truck and into the back of the shop, setting the bags down on a pallet. " here, th-they c-can be set down right here with the rest. "
i said i would send an ask @fiorserpen but lazy makes me do this
"Whoa there now-" Attention moving from his phone to the blonde holding a few too many bags of fertilizer now, he puts his cell away as he moves to grab about all the bags but one for her. "A little lass like you shouldn't be overdoing it on moving things like this. Where are you bringing these? I'll help y' out, alright?"
she whimpers when he approaches, her gaze remaining on his axe for a moment, her back pressed firmly to the wall behind her. she doesn't understand, why is he talking to her? why not just get this over with? why is he torturing her like this? " i-i-i d-don't know where a-all of them are, n-no. " agatha manages, quickly shaking her head. she feels like she has the locations of the generators fairly well memorized, though, at least in most of the areas they're sent to.
" w-we... we have t-t-to g-get them up and running. they— th-they p-power the gates that allow us t-to e-escape. " agatha explains, looking up at the killer now. gods, with as hard and fast as her heart is beating, she wonders if she might die of fear. is that even possible here? she isn't sure, she doesn't have any real desire to find out.
" i... i-i d-d-don't u-understand; why a-aren't you killing me? " not that she wants him, or any of the other killers, to do so, but she just wants to get out of the trials as quickly as she can. anything to not be here.
she was getting better at this, the faerie can say that much. she's gone up against most of the killers now, managing to escape from some and getting killed by the rest. a never-ending cycle, it seems. same shit, different day. gods, she really... really wants to go back home. were people worried about her? were her parents? the few friends she had? her coworkers and boss? the only one that could come close to knowing where she went was the one she'd run away from and right into the fog. agatha doubts he'd say anything, though. maybe... it's just best she doesn't think about it. she's going to be here forever, why would it matter?
what she needs to get better at is keeping her mind from wandering during trials. she doesn't feel the hair raising on her arms and her nape nor her heart beginning to beat harder until it's too late and an axe is colliding with the generator she was trying to work on. agatha gasps, falling back onto her ass to dodge it, scrambling back from the killer. she gasps as he works his axe free and turns toward her. her gaze flickers over the black and red outfit, then the axe. he isn't one she recognizes yet, so she's sure she just hasn't run into him yet. as he begins to approach, her heart skips a beat and she hurries to her feet, running off, only to corner herself. damn! how is she supposed to get out of this?
"PHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The laughter that erupts the soulless beast as he pulls his axe out of the generator as he sees the sparks fly from it. "These things are so fun to axe!!" His unblinking eye shifts to the faerie now.
So small, so obviously fragile...
He doesn't even run when she bolts. Simply taking long strides as he follows the marks she left behind. It was so funny, so cute, how she cornered herself. His breathing was heavy as he stared her down. "Do you now know where the dead-ends are? I know where they all are as well as those generators. I don't know what you guys are doing with them but it's so fun to see them blow up."