Centaurstuck
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Open verse Centaurstuck.exe
==> Go back. No, go way back... to before the beginning.The village is burning.
They’re killing your people. They came in the night and they brought guns. Came while you were all sleeping and defenceless and there are so many of them and they just… just started killing. Sloppy, with fire and lead and little to no regard of how much damage they’d do, fast and careless and taking as much as they can. Dead or alive doesn't matter to them; they’ll make a fortune from the blackened bones alone.
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- Part 1 of Centaurstuck
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“Come here,” you tell him, beckoning. Drop smoothly down through all four legs.
Tired glare. “Yes, lie down. Take a nap, good idea. Like sitting ducks here anyway, why the fuck not? Let's just make it easy as hell for them. I know, I’ll paint a fucking target around my ass and stick my tail up. Shoot here for easy butchering.”
You snort out a laugh. “No, you dumbass. I’ll carry you.”
Blink.
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- Part 2 of Centaurstuck
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Centaurstuck verse; a collection of drabbles.
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- Part 3 of Centaurstuck
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“What… what’s going on? Tell me, who is it?”
Please, you think. Please, don’t.
Your father lifts a hand and presses his knuckles to his mouth, eyes warily on Mr. Egbert. Who opens his mouth, closes it. Open, hesitate, close. Like the words are too big and heavy, sitting like lead on his tongue. Then, he answers: “My son is missing.”
And you never told him. You never told him.
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In which a certain someone is horsenapped and a search party is mounted.Series
- Part 4 of Centaurstuck
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You’re blaming John for this. You are so blaming John for this. You’re blaming John all the fucking way.
John isn’t even a female, so he should slide clear under your radar, but your hormones seem to go fuck that noise and fuck biology while we’re at it, because he smells really. fucking. good. It’s hard to control yourself around him and that’s… yeah. That’s terrible, isn’t it? It is, you know it is, but you fucking want to, well, fuck him. Devour him. Tear him apart and burn him to the ground. It’s his fault, because he’s amazing and he’s wonderful and you’re the luckiest sorry bastard ever.
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- Part 5 of Centaurstuck