Children Of The Prophecy - Pt. 12

Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 12

Disclaimer: probably most of this chapter doesn't add anything to the storyline for it is my energy-drink-powered-3am-rambling and at this point I'm not even sure what I wrote here, but oh well. Enjoy I guess

Summary: portals go zoom

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Tw: murder attempt mention, panic attack (I guess), parental death mention, death threats via a notebook, arson mention, eye gore (?) mention, child kidnapping mention,

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Jesse was sitting in her bedroom, investigating a notebook she had found the day before, exploring The Forest. She knew she shouldn't've gone there. The Forest was dangerous, with the radio station, the government facility and the stories.

Something lived in The Forest, and it was dangerous. Children were always told not to go there, because evil lives in The Forest.

Well, Jesse had just broke the rule #1, and she hadn't seen anything suspicious, which either meant that she hadn't paid much attention to her surroundings, or the stories were absolute bullshit.

Because according to them, Jesse was not supposed to get back home. The Forest was inhabited by something dark, something that had either escaped the government facility or had been here since World War II times.

Nevertheless, there she was, eating choco chip cookies and waiting for both Meredith and Norah to get there.

She didn't have to wait for a long time, the doorbell soon ringing.

She slowly walked downstairs, and after checking the peephole, opened the door to see both of them.

"Hi" Norah said, getting inside and taking off her shoes

"You look like shit" Meredith said instead of a greeting. Jesse closed the door after her.

She was right, she did in fact look like shit. It's been almost a week since the Cynthia incident, and she still felt like whatever looked like her was out to get her. Living alone hadn't helped it at all, only adding to her uneasiness.

When she got home that day, her siblings were by her side in an instant, freaking out. Well, they surely had a reason.

She brought herself back to the present "Okay, so," she stammered "you want anything to drink? I have juice and tea. Oh, and water, of course"

"Tea's fine" both Meredith and Norah choruses

"Aight"

After making the tea, Jesse led them to her bedroom, where they sat on the floor (because there was only one chair).

Jesse never really liked her room. The walls were light gray, and oh so boring. She'd tried to fill this emptiness many times, hanging her sketches, plants and even fairy lights. It didn't change anything.

As soon as night fell, and the darkness embraced her little safe place,—which was on the east side of the house—the plants looked like hands, trying to grab her, and the sketches just stared at her with their empty eyes.

That's why she never slept without the lights. Especially now, when her mom is gone. Not that she'd help.

Meredith took the notebook, and slid her finger across the uneven surface of the first—or rather, last—page. Everything except this sheet of paper has been torn out, making it a one page notebook.

She grabbed a pencil and started coloring the page.

Slowly, text started appearing.

Jesse glanced at the others. Meredith paled visibly, while Norah was staring at the page with concern.

She took a look at it herself.

The page was filled with text.

They took my baby. It's been so long since I've last held him. I'm closing in on them. They won't survive the night. Fire seems to be the easiest way to get rid of them. They'll pay for what they did to him, to me. Taking their eyes seems like a good idea too. If I don't get out of this alive, I want you to know, dear reader, that I was innocent, that I hadn't done anything wrong. And yet, here I am, pushed to do what I'm going to do. Tell them that it's not over. My descendants will bathe in their blood. They. Will. Pay

As soon as Jesse finished reading, loud banging started coming from the main door. She jumped, her heart skipping a beat. What if it's Cynthia?

Meredith glanced at Norah with a bit of fear. Without saying anything, the latter took something out of her backpack. It was a leather case, inscribed with some of the scribbles the Hunters had on their outfits. She took out a dagger.

The blade had little spikes on the upper part and was slightly bent upwards. The hilt was golden with a black handle.

"Why are carrying knives in your backpack—" asked Jesse in a hushed tone, glancing at the dagger. She was shaking, desperately trying to calm herself down

"It's a dagger" interrupted Meredith, still lying on the floor, the notebook in her hands

"I'm sorry, I forgot my knife-o-logy book—" the red-head hugged her knees

Norah left the room, sneaking down the creaking stairs, while Meredith was apparently studying whoever-that-notebook-belonged-to's handwriting.

"Shouldn't we hide or something?" whispered Jesse. Her tongue felt numb, and she was curled up in the corner.

"Nah" said Meredith "Let's wait for the sweet embrace of death"

After that, she left the room, leaving Jesse to subdue to her half-panicked state.

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When she finally managed to calm herself down, she became aware of the voices coming from downstairs. She slowly got up, feeling like she was about to collapse.

She slowly walked downstairs, leaning against the banter. In the middle of her kitchen stood a door.

She noticed Meredith and Norah staring at her. She probably looked like she'd just seen a ghost.

"What is this?" she asked, cringing at the way her words slurred a bit. She pointed at the door

Norah shot Meredith a warning glance, but the latter didn't care "Oh, that's just an interdimensional gateway"

"Why is it here?"

"Dunno" Meredith replied

"And that" Norah interrupted, leaning against the wall across the room "is why we're not going inside"

"Suit yourself, peasant"

Norah glared at her, while Jesse was trying not to start laughing.

"Do you even remember what happened The Last Time you did something like that?" the former asked

"Yeah, I got kidnapped and killed by this bitch." Meredith still seemed unfazed by Norah's anger "It was pretty fun, to be honest"

"You're insane"

"I know"

They stood in silence, no one daring to say a word.

"Alright" Meredith finally said, grabbing Jesse's hand "C'ya in the demon realms!"

And with that, she pulled her through the door, the last thing they heard being Norah cursing loudly

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Anyway, some time ago I realized that I sometimes use Polish writing rules (I guess) and It's not really grammatically correct.

Will I stop? No.

Taglist: @heathenwhump @laves-here

OH MY FUCKEN GAWD THOSE ARE AWENSOME

Here is the Opossum of mine

I might set it as my pfp (not here ofc)

Tagging: (no obligation, YES I HAVE NO PPL TO TAG)

@lavmars @traumatized-cryptid & everyone who wants to

Hey look at this picrew I found. Anyone want to start a chain? You can make rats, opossums, and even furry creatures of undisclosed species that look like they fell in a vat of toxic waste! Hope this doesn’t flop lol.

Tagging: @rat-father @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @myst-in-the-mirror @maracujatangerine @fading-bisexual-queen-milkshake and anyone else who wants to join! No pressure whatsoever!!! Feel free to ignore this!!!

Soo, I used the incorrect quote generator

Jesse: Dammit, Will!

Will: What?! It wasn't me!

Jesse: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Allie!

Allie: Not me either.

Jesse: Oh… Then who set the house on fire?

A'graeth: *whistles*

That's it that's the whole story

I found the radio station so if someone's wondering how does it look, it looks like this

cass you've always been supportive of others (and me🥺) and that alone is special as fuck 🫂 thank you for being there and brightening my feed with you. keep on being yourself ♥️🫂 that person is dope as shit 🤘🏼

aww thank you very much. It really made my day, especially because I'm dealing with some shit rn

50 “Not so Nice” OC or FR Asks

List your OCs in the tags or link your lair so that people can ask you!

1. What is one word to shut them up?

2. What is the thing they feel the most guilty about?

3. What is the worst pain they’ve ever experienced?

4. Describe their worst nightmare.

5. List 3 fears; one “surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear.

6. What is something that never fails to make them feel sick?

7. What feature (physical or otherwise) do they hate most about themselves?

8. Do they have anything that triggers them?

9. What is their greatest physical weakness?

10. What is their greatest mental weakness?

11. Do they have any vices?

12. Have they ever done something illegal? What was it?

13. Which of the 7 Deadly Sins best describes them?

14. Are they prone to outbursts (of violence, extreme emotion… exc… )?

15. Who do they hate the most?

16. Is there anyone who makes them feel inferior?

17. What sound always gives them a headache?

18. Is there a certain flavor that disgusts them?

19. Do they consider themselves ugly?

20. Do they consider themselves unloveable?

21. What is something that causes them great anxiety?

22. Do they have any mental illnesses?

23. Have they ever been assaulted/abused/raped?

24. Do they fear the possibility of being assaulted/abused/raped?

25. Have they ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust?

26. Have they ever been seriously injured?

27. How many times have they been in the hospital?

28. Is there a certain type of person that disgusts them?

29. Does what they cannot see scare them?

30. Have they ever been bullied?

31. Do they have self-confidence or self-image issues?

32. Do they have a bad relationship with their parents?

33. Have they ever been in a relationship that didn’t work out so well?

34. Have they ever self harmed?

35. If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

36. Are they in control of their emotions, or are their emotions in control of them?

37. Have they ever had their freedom taken away?

38. Have they ever been imprisoned?

39. Have they ever been accused of something they didn’t do?

40. Do they often blame themselves for other people’s problems?

41. Do they get sick often?

42. Are they comfortable with where they are in life?

43. Do they wish that they could change their pasts?

44. What’s one thing they wish they could do more often, but can’t?

45. What is the emotion they most commonly experience?

46. Have they ever contemplated suicide?

47. Have they ever gone so far as to attempt suicide?

48. Is there anyone that they would willingly kill?

49. If [name] was put into ______ situation, they’d rather die than live to see it through.

50. Create your own!