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fym you wanna spend an early morning with me? kinda gay ngl by Rayli_Pines
Fandoms: Spooky Month (Short Films - Sr Pelo)
28 Nov 2023
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You awake to the gentle sound of chirping birds. It takes you a moment to register the gentle light of dawn creeping through the windows, streaming through thin silky blinds. You were dreaming something, you think, but by now the fog in your head has long passed and you can't recall a thing.
The only thing you can notice, at the moment, is the arm wrapped securely around your waist.
The realization freezes all the muscles in your body for just a moment. A grip both firm and delicate, pressed into the light silk of your pajamas. It takes only a second more for your brain to catch on as to who the presence is, clinging to you in his sleep.
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Or, in which Evermore ends up spending a pleasant morning with you. -
sometimes love is sweeping up a broken mug at 3 in the morning by Rayli_Pines
Fandoms: Spooky Month (Short Films - Sr Pelo)
30 Oct 2023
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"Why're you up so late?" you whisper, rubbing at the tired circles under your eyes. "It's like... 3 AM or something."
John turns towards the digital clock in the kitchen, spotting the flickering numbers. A soft shuddering sigh leaves him.
"Sorry," he says quietly, sweeping the shards clustered around his shattered mug. "I... sorry. I lost track of time. Was just tryna get some coffee."
You watch, silent, as John burns holes into the kitchen floor with his gaze. The soft clinking of ceramic and tapping of plastic are the only noises that fill the air.
"John," you say, voice cutting through the dead quiet, "Do you need to talk to me?"
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Or, in which you wake up to a shattering sound in the dead night and find your guest standing over a broken mug in the kitchen. -
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Inanna immediately jolts awake, ears pricked up. Shimmying herself out from under your arm, she trots over to the source of the sound, peering up at Muriel with a worried look in her eyes.
“Muri?” you call, managing to push yourself up from the ground. “Is something wrong?”
As your gaze reaches the table, you realize that the edge of the whittling blade is speckled with a dark, shimmering red. And as you see Muriel clutching one hand in the other, trying to hide something from your field of view, the answer to your question is answered.
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A lazy day with Muriel turns into a sweet conversation after he injures himself while whittling. -
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The Narrator reflects. Reflects on his situation. Reflects on his actions. Reflects on Stanley. Reflects on an eternity of void to look forward to.
(trust me it's more interesting than my summary) -
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As soon as their gazes locked, RGB felt a surge of emotion flow through him. He knew this man, this monster, whoever he was. But… his name. Heavens above, why couldn’t he remember his name?
The prism-head stared at RGB for much longer than was comfortable for either of them. The telly began to fidget, his mouth a thin line at the bottom of his screen.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” the tall, wire-framed man began, sounding as if his words were stuck to his throat (of which he had none, floating head and all).
“As did I,” RGB replied. He didn’t have much to say to the familiar face, but it felt rude to not reply at all.Series
- Part 2 of The Burning of Memories