What Have You Done Now I Want To Add That One Part That Jumpscared Me With The "get Out" Getting Repeated

What have you done now I want to add that one part that jumpscared me with the "get out" getting repeated 1 million times on something

me when my stupid Thomas fanfic where it was going to be graphic has to get scrapped because stupid canon says he practically doesn't exist

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anyways

here's the stupid progress I had on it before it got forgotten for months until I was looking for my Benlor angst draft I wanted to revisit so I could use it against people--

(directly copy n pasted from the doc,,,,,AHAGS WHAT IS THAT WARNING SECTION--)

(Also I'm most likely gonna recycle this for my oc with a few touch ups/rewrites...so....)

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Warning: This piece of work will, and I mean WILL contain graphic content some audiences will find disturbing. It will be very detailed and descriptive, so if you are a visualizer, I would like to warn you that this is pretty gory and disgusting. Please back out if that type of stuff isn’t exactly good for you.

(Could possibly trigger stuff as well..)

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Life wasn’t fair. It never was, and never will. The man didn’t mind this factor; he just used it to his advantage. Finding thrill in the close calls and dangerous experiences gave him a rush of adrenaline, and he absolutely loved getting high off of it. And in all honesty, it probably made things more enjoyable; it almost made him forget how unfair things were. Unfortunately for the blonde man, this caused him to let his guard down around those he thought he could trust.

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It was a late afternoon, Thomas had been getting ready to head back to his apartment to start dinner, when he was approached by a man in black. “Good evening! Are you alright with me asking a few questions?” The man asked, holding his gloved hands behind his back. Thomas raised his brow suspiciously, getting a strange feeling in his guts, but he smiled warmly as he nodded his head.

“Go right ahead, I’m not too busy!” He replied. The mysterious man smiled before pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket. Thomas took the time to note that he seemed to be a bit older, possibly in his late twenties. 

“So, how confident are you in our strange government powers??” He asked, pointing to the top of the sheet. Thomas scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, wondering what the man meant.

“Government powers…?” he asked confusingly, feeling a soft but chilling breeze brush over his face. The man stayed unfazed as he stared ahead, bringing his hands back behind his back. Thomas tilted his head to the side, now starting to worry about the situation. ‘Should I walk away.?’ 

“You’re supposed to reply, you know.” The man spoke, still keeping his gaze forward, staring into…nothing. The blonde man turned away, not wanting to stare at him anymore and tried thinking of his opinion. ‘How confident…’

“Well…I’d suppose I don’t really think about it; it’s never really been a topic of discussion for me or my pals.” He replied. Even though he wasn’t looking at him, he felt the mysterious man’s gaze fall upon him, and suddenly a shiver went through his back. This was starting to creep him out… 

“Ah, it seems you and your friends aren’t aware of it either. Seems I must interview them as well!” Thomas turned his gaze towards the side, and caught a glimpse of the black-haired man staring right at him as they walked. This wasn’t normal…who randomly approaches a college student and asks the creepiest things.?

“Um…hey I gotta go…I’m going to be late for something…it was nice having this discussion, but I must end it short–” “Ah, but you said you were not too busy! Surely someone who had somewhere to be would have said something that wasn’t that! I’m sure your dinner making can wait a bit longer!” The man interrupted, bringing the paper back up to his front. “Now…have you ever had strange symptoms of constant mild ringing in your ears, sense of dread every now and then, and…lack of thrill in your life?” He asked calmly, pointing to the next line on the paper, “There’s also a head related symptom and being repulsed by a certain smell.” The blonde man shifted his book bag strap uncomfortably, starting to get more and more scared of the situation. How did he know he was going home to make dinner…?

“Um…I guess I had…just last week I felt extremely off put while in class…and just earlier I felt ringing in my ear…” “What about the thrill?” “...” Thomas didn’t know how to respond. He felt as though things were pretty fine with that part. His life was calm and average paced, just like how he liked it. But, then again…

“Well, life is pretty slow right now. Not much excitement since I started aiming for my degree in history.” He replied slowly, looking back to the ground. He hadn’t realized it, but his vision began to blur. ‘Not this again…’ Thomas stopped walking as he tried taking deep breaths; his doctor told him it was just because of built up stress, but something deep down told him otherwise. 

“Hm…seems you have the fourth symptom. It all checks out, lovely!” The man chirped. The raven-haired man stopped talking and put his paper away, or something away, Thomas couldn’t tell. After a few more seconds, something was brought to his nose, which caused him to leap back. That smell was awful! What could it have been?? “There we go, another symptom! Repulsed by the scent of 57-Oxi.” He looked up as his vision began to come back to him, and noticed the raven-haired man putting a cap back onto a black bottle, storing it into his coat pocket. 

“...” “Now, I know what you’re thinking; What was that awful smell? And why did it cause me to go hungry??” Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Only the sound of his growling stomach emitted…no…he had been hungry before…surely it hadn’t been…

“Last question!” The man interrupted once again, scaring the ever living shit out of the blonde man, “When you entered your apartment pool last weekend, you felt a strange feeling surge through your body and veins. Would you describe this feeling as cold and spikey?”

“...How the hell did you–” “Thomas, don’t get sidetracked…you still need to respond…” ………

‘How the hell did he know my name…?’ 

“I….” The wind blew harder in his face, but nothing moved around him. Why did nothing move around him? Why was the wind blowing but the trees stayed still? What was happening…was he going mad? His heartbeat increased immensely, his eyes and face began to burn. Who are you? Why do you know me? Are you…

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“....yes….”

The man smiled happily, checking once again something from his paper. 

“Splendid! Your cooperation is highly appreciated! Here is my card so I can have you in contact! Please message at exactly 9:30PM tonight! See you soon…. : )” With that, the man walked away into an alleyway.

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What. The. Actual. Fuck.

“...ugh…” Thomas groaned, rubbing his eyes as he decided it was no longer safe to take this route home. He felt like he was being watched. The wind blew once more. The leaves didn’t move.

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“It was the creepiest thing I’ve ever experienced. Nothing like this ever rarely happens here in Georgia. This hasn’t happened to any of us! What the hell could that have been about…?” Thomas spoke while talking to his friend, Jasmine. He heard her chuckle before replying to her friend.

“Oh relax, I’m sure it was nothing. Probably some street performer playing those dumb mind games on you, don’t stress about it! Especially with that thing your doctor told you about.” “Yeah yeah, I know. It’s just…it didn’t seem right. That man was really off putting…” As he said that, he felt a strange sensation in his body, which caused him to look towards his opened window. 

“Hello? Hellllooooo??” …

The night was so dark…the streets were pitch black… electrical malfunction in the poles. Not the best time to take nightly strolls down this area. Headmaster advised all students to stay indoors during this time while the electricity was being fixed, just for safety. Was his breathing increasing, or was it the wind? Must have been the wind, surely… 

“Thomas??? Are you still there?” He heard his friend yell over the friend. Ah…right…he was on a call…

“Sorry…I got distracted…We…should talk about that interview you’ll be having this weekend.” Thomas quickly changed the subject, locking and covering his window tightly. 

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It had been a few days since the phone call. Thomas still didn’t know how to process it all. The man introduced himself as Maverick, and that he ran a sub-group that was a part of the government called “The Cranes.” He apparently caught the man’s attention when he noticed him having one of his stress breakdowns at the public park weeks ago. He was intrigued by this, sensing something peculiar about Thomas. 

“I had to study your being, I’m terribly sorry for the stalking.” Maverick had stated during the call. He didn’t clarify what else he had done, but that didn’t really matter to Thomas. What caught his attention was the idea of working for him. Maverick basically offered a job opportunity within his group, saying it would not only pay high, but also give him the thrill he was looking for. ‘I…I guess I like thrill.’ Thomas thought as he studied for his upcoming exams. The more he thought about it, the more he realized maybe being a teacher wasn’t exactly the best option. It’s not exactly the highest paying job, and not very exciting either (unless he got amazing students who he could get along with). It all seemed like fun, however, what made his life bearable before were his friends. They were the thrill he needed whenever times were boring. 

Ding

“?”

Thomas picked up his phone, checking what the notification was about. It was from Maverick. 

{message}

M: Oh, right! If there is anyone you would like to recommend The Cranes to, please let me know! I am willing to hire them if they are interested! They can also have outside jobs since it’s not typically full time!!

{message end}

“...” This was really weird.

…

Although, if he did take the offer, at least he could have his friends with him. But Jasmine had always had the dream of being a teacher as well; she absolutely loved teaching history. In fact, she was going to sign up to be a teacher helper to get some more information and learning skills to be a teacher. And Ryan wanted to pursue his dream of being a professional photographer, he was already steps closer to achieving his dream. While Ryan’s job would be more relaxed, possibly meaning he could also work with him, Jasmine would most likely need to work full time. And he really liked her, she brought the light into the group.

Sigh “Oh well.” He spoke to himself quietly, softly smiling as he closed his books up for the night. Oddly enough, for the first time in weeks, he felt calm while in bed,

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“I can’t fucking believe they rejected me…I HAD BEEN STUDYING SO HARD!” Jasmine muttered as she rested her drunk head on her arms. Thomas sighed as he grabbed her glass from her, placing it in the sink. “That’s enough drinks for you…” Thomas stated, turning around to his friend chugging the bottle itself. “Jasmine no! You’re going to get sick!!” Thomas yelled worriedly as he snatched the bottle from her. She groaned in annoyance as she groped for the bottle, slumping back down after realizing it was no use.

“Ughhh….you’re no fun…” Jasmine muttered, scrunching her hair as she muttered more incoherent sentences. Thomas sighed as went through his cabinet, grabbing the painkillers for her later.

“You need to rest, you are unwell.” Thomas softly spoke to her, helping her up to his bed. He laid her down, placing the blanket over her. As he turned to walk away, he felt a hand grip his sleeve.

“Mmm…can’t you stay here…?” Jasmine asked curiously. The blonde man chuckled softly as he held her hand, also placing the water bottle plus pills on the nightstand.

“I have to study for my exams. I’ll come back later, alright?” He spoke, rubbing her back hand to comfort her. She scrunched her brows as she turned to face the other wall, mumbling about how she also studied, and yet got rejected, also something about race that he didn’t pick up. 

Thomas walked back to the kitchen, cleaning up the counter Jasmine had been destroying earlier in her drunken rage. As he cleaned up the spilled messes, he heard his phone vibrate off the counter. Placing the rag down, he walked towards his device, checking what the notification was.

{Message} M-Hey! Just a friendly reminder that you may invite friends to join you in our family! There’s more thrill in having close ones with you! {Message end}

“...weird.” Thomas muttered, turning off his phone before going back to his rag; this mess wasn’t going to clean itself.

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“Well, I think it’s a cool idea, you should really consider taking up the job.” Jasmine stated as she held a cold cloth to her eyes. Thomas chuckled a little as he flipped through the channels, trying to find a dumb cartoon they could watch together. 

“C’mon, you know it can’t be that easy. Plus, remember the weird way this guy found out about me?? I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t stalked you and Ry as well!” “Stop, that’s actually not funny–” Jasmine stuttered out as she sat up, immediately laughing right after she saw the expression on her friend’s face.

“Hey! You always do this, Jas! Quit laughing at my face!” Thomas humorously lectured, playfully shoving her. She giggled as she laid herself onto him, wrapping her arm around his.

“Please, how could I not laugh?? You always made the dumbest reactions!” The raven-haired woman teased. The blonde man smiled softly as his face flushed pink, grasping her hand.

“Oh well, guess I can’t really blame you for that.” he spoke

pǝ ɥ ɔʇɐ ʍ ɓuı ǝq ǝɹ,no ⅄

“....” A cold breeze brushed over his face. The windows were closed, they were locked. The air conditioning was to the side, not in front. His heartbeat began to increase, his neck burned hot, sweat formed on his face. ‘It was cold but it was hot. It was cold but it was hot. It was cold but it was–’

“THOMAS!” Jasmine yelled out, shaking his shoulder. 

“....” The room was just red.

No…

The sky was red.

Why was…

“H-huh.?” He stuttered, rubbing his eyes. 

“What is up with you lately?? Ever since that guy…Mark was it?? Or Ricky…Whatever his name is, ever since that day, you’ve been acting so weird…” Jasmine spoke, rubbing her thumb against his back hand. Thomas didn’t reply, he just sat in his spot, staring at the window. Why was red shining through it..? Why did this always happen…what was wrong with him…

“I know I always complained about the weirdness of it, but honestly, I’ve always been having these weird fits of…blankness. It has just been more frequent that it’s happening.” “...Have you spoken to your therapist about it.?”

“...no…n-not yet at least..” “Well, you should. I didn’t really care about that Rick guy before, but I’m starting to think that experience is negatively affecting you…maybe you shouldn’t work for a guy who’s first encounter with you was pushing the trauma deeper into the wound.” Jasmine stated, placing her other hand on top of his. Thomas finally looked over to her, and he couldn’t help but feel his face flush red as he gazed into her golden eyes. She was really caring towards him, same case for him. They always had each other’s backs no matter what; it was always like this ever since middle school.

“...Thanks for the advice…I’ll make sure to talk to my therapist about it next session…” He spoke slowly, eying the window before grabbing the remote. “Do you wanna watch some shows before we head to bed?”

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Dinner was too much to make that night, so Thomas decided it would be better to just go out for the night. Just a quick in and out trip to the sushi restaurant down the street, that was all. Issue? It was 8:30, and it was already pretty dark. While the headmaster advised the students not to go out after dark, they weren’t exactly on a curfew. A mere reminder just for safety. Of course, just the thought of going out there gave Thomas a hint of thrill, so with the already creepy vibes from the mysterious man just pushed the factor up higher. 

Why can’t you understand? I’m only trying to help. Listen to me.

As he walked, he felt his heart pound harder and harder. His face burnt up as he took a new step forward, his hands clenched themselves as he began to shiver, his spine kept getting chills, the wind blew against his face. Face. Face….A face…he could feel his face, but it wasn’t there. A face…what was his face? Did he have a face? Was he supposed to have a face? He brought his hands up, touching his nose. He did have a face, but it didn’t feel like it was there. Was his face really there? There was no indicator, other than his hands. How could he trust his hands? Were his hands real? Was this real? Was he…

“Yeah, they totally messed up my order…oh well, doesn’t hurt to try some new things every once in a while.” “...” The silence was starting to kill him. Thank God for the random person coming out of the restaurant..

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ew the writing is kind of awful here LOL

I made a mistake in grammar and

"Earning a roll in the eye by Tyler."

His eye

He only rolled one eye

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What does that look like-

I'm going to cry

Btw my dumbahh decided to start the Vigilante AU while exams are almost near

Ours is starting at Monday and Tuesday

Updates may be slow:(

I found this on Pinterest are you happy now

h-hi.. can you.. can you.. can you.. can you pls.. draw me a.. can you pls draw.. d-draw me a.. Phantom.. but.. Fairy?.. 💕👉👈

If only I recorded the ten second cough I had when I read this and send this to you

Leave me alone

Someone give me more SBG Headcanons please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

Random rant of the upcoming SBG Vigilante AU I'm working on with the mention of EPIC: The Musical below cut

Jorge(The creator of EPIC: The Musical) is a musical genius who loves to haunt us with Polites's music, and due to the fact that I've been listening to the Musical for the 47th time now, I decided to world build and figure out how the story of my SBG Vigilante AU will go, making side stories, drawings/doodles, and random scenes that I stitch up in order to make the story even more appealing.

Why did I decide to switch the fandom halfway in the first paragraph? Because I'm sleep-deprived and binge-watched Jorge's random videos and thought process last night, and now would wish to develop a good story for both you and me! I have a lot of ideas in mind together with a lot of ideas I found in the internet.

For further notice, I'm currently gathering and making headcanons for the main characters(the SBG kids) in order to give them more character, better chemistry with each other, and overall help make the story even more emotional than expected! So...

I wish for some headcanons you guys have of the SBG kids, together with some of the side/background characters like the Cranes or the Phantoms! The Cranes and Phantoms have no clear role in the story yet, but I wish to give them a big and important one!

(And Hoza can you give me your Cranes headcanons except the Maverick mpreg chaos that traumatized everyone?🙏)