Just Saying But Aggie Could Probably Be Convinced To Get Nipple Piercings

just saying but aggie could probably be convinced to get nipple piercings—

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."

do i make cookies or suffer and not have any sweets

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" no, i love that a lot, really. i love when people feel they can be themselves around me. " she tells him, her smile growing even more. it's really one of the best feelings in the world, being told someone wants or is trying to be themself around her. " yeah, i know how people can be about appearances. i can promise you won't face any judgement from me for dressing how you want. " agatha gives a firm nod.

" oh, pretty much everything. " she says with a laugh, heading toward the counter with him now. " there's a lot of sweets here, like mini tarts, cupcakes, pastries, stuff like that. a lot to choose from. " agatha points out some of the sweets in the display case. she pushes her glasses back up her nose as she straightens up to look at cash. " if i don't feel like trying something different, i usually go for my favorite here: their mini strawberry-rhubarb tarts. they're so good. " she breathes out the last sentence. " the coffee is really good, too, so if you want that, i might have some myself. "

   well  -  his  outfit  got  the  laugh.  at  the  very  least  it's  better  than  a  condescending  stare.  some  even  walked  out  when  he  showed  up  dressed  like  he  normally  does.  it  sets  the  expectations;  and  he's  relieved  she  accepts,  tolerates  and  even  finds  amusement  in  it.  he  offers  a  wide  grin  and  gives  an  open  armed  shrug. 

   "figured  it's  best  i  just  give  ya me.  no  sense  showin'  ya  somethin'  you're  not  gonna  get  twenty-four  seven.  s'how  i  make  my  first  impressions.  that's  how  i  know  if  things'll  work  or  if  there's  gonna  be  an  issue  or  i  ain't  up  to  a  specific  expectation.  some  people  are...  yeesh.  y'know?" 

   he  purses  his  lips  for  a  moment,  dragging  his  gaze  to  the  front  of  the  shop.  "so,  uh...  i  don't usually  go  to  these  places.  what's,  y'know,  good  here?"  he  turns  back  with  a  sheepish  grin.  "i'll  admit  to  a  sweet  tooth  preference.  usually  double  sugar  double  cream  in  the  coffee  typa  guy."

Ugh we started at "I can fix him" and now we're at "I can love him and his psychopathic tendencies unconditionally."