Pff. Youre Not Asexual. You Realize Theyre A Bunch Of Incels, Right? If You Think Theres Something Wrong

“Pff. You’re not asexual. You realize they’re a bunch of incels, right? If you think there’s something wrong with your hormones, you should see a doctor.”

“Wow,” Y said, readjusting their glasses. “I never thought I’d find someone like you.”

X smiled. “Someone with common sense?”

“An irl aphobe.” Y started digging in their bag, their face a look of pure excitement. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve encountered plenty of people with ignorant questions. But I’ve only seen the true, malicious hatred online. You’re the first specimen I’ve found in real life.”

“I’m sorry. Specimen?”

Y pulled out a round metal calliper and started measuring X’s head. “Yes. Now tell me, how exactly would you define ‘asexual’?”

X blinked at the tool. “Uh … you know. Someone who thinks being a lonely virgin makes them special. Or just someone with a mental illness.”

“Fascinating.” Y used tweezers to pluck a couple hairs from X’s head.

“Hey!”

Y dropped the hairs in a vile, their eyes gleeful. “Okay, and what about ‘aromantic’?”

“What’s that?”

“Oh my god you’re perfect.” Y had a tiny notebook, and was rapidly scribbling down notes.

“What the hell is going on?”

Y looked up, their attention refocusing on X. “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? You see, I’m a moronologist.” They readjusted their glasses again. “We’re a new field aiming to determine the source of intellectual deficiencies in an otherwise fully functioning brain.”

“Uh … what?”

Y looked ready to cry of happiness.

“Oh please,” they said, grasping X’s hands. “Please come to my lab. You are exactly what I need. Are you afraid of needles, by any chance? Or allergic to latex?”

“Uh, I’m not sure. It all sounds a little – ”

“I will buy you all the White Claw you can drink.”

“Deal.”

Y clapped in delight. They were so getting published from this.

Okay first of all

This is cursed

Second,

What the fuck is this

I AM GONNA LEARN OLD SLAVIC

Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 15½

Summary: I wanted to make someone suffer, ok?

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Tw: injuries, hallucinations and more not-children being creepy

"What's the pl—" Meredith started

"—What are you doing here, then?" Jesse cut her off, earning a death glare and dismissing it "Like, do you just go to work?"

Claire Avery chuckled. "No, not really." they swung their feet off the chair and swiftly got up "I mean, it depends what you consider a job"

They approached a small, wooden bookshelf and grabbed something from one of the shelves.

It was a scroll, similar to the one Jesse stole from her father.

They returned to their chair and after unrolling the 'scroll' studied it with an expression of interest.

"What's this?" Jesse asked them, pulling the corner in her direction in order to see it. She noticed a few lines, some of them dotted, some not. There were some X's and circles, but other than that the piece of paper looked like a child's scribble.

"It's a map" Claire Avery said, still focused on the thing "It's usually used to mark down a location, y'know"

Jesse shot a glance at Meredith, who was slumped on the half-eaten sofa, eyes closed and breathing evenly. Asleep.

"Okay, and?" she asked, toning it down in order not to wake up her friend. "What do you need it for?"

This time, Claire Avery looked at her "I'm assuming you don't wanna stay here, in this godforsaken world" a slight smile formed on their face "I'm looking for the closest Gate"

Jesse decided not to continue this weird interrogation and just got up, wandering off into the corridor.

She entered the bathroom and washed her hands. It was more of an unconscious movement, and she paid it no attention. What really concerned her, was a child staring at her in the mirror with two, black as coal, empty eyes.

She stumbled back, surprised. The child stared at her with an unreadable expression.

"What the hell…" she whispered

"Zostawiłaś mnie," the child whispered. It was quiet, barely audible, yet filled with anger "Jak mogłaś?" their voice was getting unbearable "Jak mogłaś?!"

Jesse closed her eyes and slowly slid down the wall. The voice was getting louder and louder "Przepraszam…" she whispered, tears dripping down her face. She was shaking.

"To wszystko twoja wina!" they screamed, making Jesse cover her ears

"I'm sorry, okay?!" she raised her voice a bit, looking up at the child in the mirror "I'm sorry"

They were staring at her with such intensity she felt as if she was suffocating. She couldn't breathe.

"Stop it" she wheezed

The child glared

"Stop it!" she repeated, louder. Black spots were slowly creeping from the sides, clouding her vision

"Jayka?" she heard Meredith's voice "You okay in there?"

The pressure lifted and upon glancing at the mirror, she found it empty.

She coughed, ignoring the nickname.

"Yeah, just give me…" she took a deep breath "…a second"

"Sure"

She shakily got up, heavily leaning on the dirty wall behind her.

She splashed some cold water on her face and glanced at the mirror one more time.

The previously random red-ish patches wrr now arranged to form words.

See you soon

Jesse sank to her knees again.

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"You left me"

"How could you" ×2

"I'm sorry"

"It's all your fault"

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Okay so this was supposed to still be chapter 15 but I'm an idiot and posted it too soon. Oh well, whatever.

Also there's been some tech difficulties since as you might or might not know my phone took a ≈1.8m dive screen down onto some tiles and the replacement is trash. But hey at least it's not gonna spontaneously combust if I use it for 1h like the replecement #1

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Taglist: @heathenwhump @laves-here

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I AM GONNA LEARN OLD SLAVIC

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