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The villain's ghost in the Hero's dreams every night: "Gay, gay, homosexual, gay..."
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Imagine if the heros power is to hear the dead but their curse is to never be able to answer
Edit: Thanks for all the likesâ¤ď¸
Edit 2: How did you guys get this on 1k in 2 days??!!
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âSo you and the villain⌠you still talk?â Marie looked up, her eyes wide and round, shining with curiosity. It was a simple question, one she couldnât be chastised forâshe didnât understand the weight of it all.
Despite this, Andre winced, his eyes wet with unshed tears. He opened his mouth for a moment, as if he were going to speak, but no sound emerged except for a slight exhale.
Marie tilted her head, brow furrowing. âIs everything alright, sir? I didnât mean to⌠toâŚâ Her voice trailed off as she glanced at the ground.
To her surprise, Andre began laughing. It started shakily at first, but it gradually became more heartfelt. âOf course you didnât mean to.â Marieâs eyes caught sight of a metallic glintâAndreâs gun. For a moment, her breath seized, and she looked up. Andre was twirling it in his hand, smiling at herâa strange, crooked smile that was deeply unsettling. âNo one ever means to, Marie.â
âWhat do you mean?â Marie asked, though her voice trembled. Something felt wrong.
âI mean, I still hear himâthe one you all call a villain.â Andre scoffed, like her question was the most ridiculous thing in the world. âHe guides me, actually. Tells me what to do. WeâŚâ He looked at the gun, closing one eye and peering down the barrel. His expression was now somewhere between a smirk and a sneer. ââŚco-op now. He does the âvillainousâ stuffâŚâ He trailed off, looking back at Marie. His gaze darkened, his finger twitching dangerously around the trigger as he slowly lowered the gun, the barrel aligning toward her, aimed at her heart.
Marie froze, her blood running cold. Oh, she realized in horror. Oh.
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"Yes,they still talk to me." I said with a smile hiding my regret and consuming guilt.
They still talk to me every night.I still hear their screams when I am alone.They visit me when I am asleep and force me to relive that night.
Yes,they still talk to me,and they will haunt me for the rest of my days.
Edit:Thanks for the likes yall
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Made me think of Geto and Gojo
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The hero and the villain working together to destroy the young hero
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Hero: I can still hear them speaking to me...
Villian as ghost: You're gay
(Edit: GUYS STOP MY NOTIFICATION BUTTON IS BLOWIN UPđ¨đ¨
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"And... this friend of yours," Seth begun, his knees drawn to his chest as he stared at the dancing fire before him.
"...Do you still talk?"
Scythe's expression remains the same blank slate as he continues to clean his blades. Of course they keep talking. It's just a one-sided conversation with a rock, though.
"Sometimes," he replies, to which Seth hums in acknowledgement.
He wraps his arms around himself, the cold breeze of the noght making him shudder despite the comforting warmth of the campfire.
"Where does he live?"
Seth asks an awful lot of questions. Scythe never tells him to tune it down, though. It's not his businesses, and if it were after him, he'd let the other talk until his throat went dry. But if only he could stop asking about Harper...
"In Redcroft. Why the sudden interest?" Scythe sighs.
"Because you don't exactly seem the type to have... friends." Seth admits as he rubs the back of his neck, eyes darting away from the other's.
He's right. Scythe is not the type to have friends. But Xie had. Xie had close friends. Xie had Harper. Now, Xie was killed in some cold basement, leaving behind not a human, not a person, but a weapon, and Harper is nothing more than a cracked burial stone for a fragment of a body.
They talked.
Sometimes.
Just not like others did.
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âWere you really friends with him? That man?â Nysa whispered to me, her voice soft and hushed. As if uttering Damienâs name was a foul curse.
I shouldnât have felt bitter. I killed him, I was the one who murdered the one person who was mine. I was the monster here, yet they spoke of Damien like he was the one cursed to eternal damnation.
I gave Nysa a tight smile, my gaze flickering down to the pistol in my hand. The one that was gifted to me for killing the villain. If only Nysa knew. âWas I friends with him, you ask⌠what do you mean by âwasâ? I still am, Nysa dearest.â
Nysa gave me a blank, childlike look, prompting me to pat her head. She didnât understand, did she? She didnât understand that the Heros Association made me do. She was young, naive, and she didnât understand.
Nowadays, not even I understood myself. Ever since I began to see Damienâs corpse in everything I saw. He had buried a hole in my heart and filled it with him, and only him.
âWhat do you mean?â Nysa whispered, horror tainting her tone as I stroked my gun. In her eyes, it was cold metal. In mine, it was a piece of Damien. No matter how brutal.
I glanced out the corner of my eye, seeing Damienâs figure in the distance. His radiant smile, the one that sent flowers blooming in my heart, was plastered onto his face.
âI still see him sometimes,â I murmured to Nysa. âHeâs always there, child. There to remind me. There to whisper to me that heâs still there, Heâs stillâŚâ
My voice trailed off as Nysa wrapped her tiny arms around me, forcing to get down to her level. âItâs okay, Evan,â Nysa murmured, patting my back gently. I almost melted into her touch. It felt so much like Damienâs, like he was infecting my sense of touch too now.
I smiled softly, my hands coming up to stroke Nysaâs back, my gaze locked on Damien in the distance.
Until the blade pierced my back, and Nysa took a step back from me, smiling sweetly.
âNysaâŚ?â
âThey told me you had gotten weak, Evan. But this confirmed it. Iâm sorryâŚâ she whispered softly. âThat you were caught under the villainâs spell. We just canât afford weaknesses.â
I shouldâve killed her. I should have shot her in the chest. But my eyes were still on Damien, smiling softly, despite the fact that I was coughing up blood.
If I died here, I could talk to him for real. It wouldnât be the hallucinations that my mind and guilt conjured.
So I gave Nysa a smile of my own.
âYou made a mistake, Nysa. One I will always thank you for,â I choke out, before blood spurted out of my mouth.
My mind spiraled into darkness as two large hands caught me instead.
Damien.
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This but instead of best friends they were lovers â¨â¨
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omg this reminds me of gojo and getođ
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She returned, standing silently next to my bed, her face blending into the darkness. âSoliah,â I breathed. It had been a while since I last saw her.
âItâs been a year,â she said, her voice just as I remembered. I tilted my head, wonderingâa year since what?
âA year since I died,â Soliahâs voice rose with a hint of harshness. How absurd.
âYou arenât dead; youâre here. You canât beââ I laughed, not taking my eyes off her half-hidden figure. âSoliah,â I whispered. âNo, no, no, please, Soliahââ Tears rolled down my cheeks as I reached my hand out. If only I could touch her, show her that she's here and notâ
âI'm dead, Raya. You killed me, remember?â Dead? She isnâtâ
Sheâs dead, I remembered. Death by my own gun. Dead.
She disappeared once more.
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THIS POPPED UP WHILE I WAS WATCHING JJK.
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LOVE THIS OMG
I cannot wait for your book itâs gonna be all I think about aaaa
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Two best friends two enemies one survivor
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(EDIT: This was rushed đ
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Young hero: âWoah, future me looks so battered.. wait! Howâs Ayden? We visit him all the time now!! How often do you two talk?â
With that enthusiastic question, a look of despair appeared on the heroâs face as he hoped to keep a smile
Hero: âYeah, we talk from time to time..â
The hero couldnât bare to tell his younger self about how their last conversation with Ayden ended. No, he couldnât even bare to admit it to himself.
Hero: âAyden still makes us as grateful as ever. Everyday.â
Young hero: âYea! Heâs a great person isnât he?â
Hero: âMhm.. I donât think weâd ever be able to live without him..â
Young hero: âReally??â
Hero: âIn fact, I think our livelihood depends on him.â
A soft smile appears on the hero as the illusion fades and the world goes back to the destroyed city that heâs fighting Ayden in. He wonders what heâd say to himself, would he change anything? No. After everything thatâs happened, Ayden is still Ayden. His best friend, his savior, and his brother. Heâd let himself die at the hands of him if it meant that itâd make him happy. It mustâve, because Aydenâs hands finally stopped attacking him once his chest was disfigured.
Hero: (Cough) âHahaha..â
Ayden: âWHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?! CRY, BEG, GET ANGRY, DO SOMETHING IN RETALIATION!â
The hero wobbled up with the little strength he had. Ayden grinned with delight. However, it was short lived. Since the next move from the hero wasnât a punch or a kick. It was an embrace filled with sorrow. Ayden was taken aback
Hero: âI told you.. Iâd never.. have-â
The hero collapsed, and his gesture of mercy was futile. His pulse had finally ceased from all the brutality heâs suffered from. Ayden started laughing maniacally.
Ayden: âYOU IDIOT! GET UP!â
Ayden: âGET UP!â
His last remark was one of desperation. He hated that heâd become this MONSTER. But he couldnât silence the laughter, even as tears started streaming down his cheeks. His master was a cruel one. Taking over his body, leaving no willpower left for him.
Ayden: âPLEASE! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!â
Ayden: âYOUâVE DONE ENOUGHâ
His pleas werenât received, as he went rampant on the rest of the city. His cries not heard, due to the screaming civilians. All hope of his was los
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Gojo Geto reference made Nooooo đđ
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STOP WHY DOES THIS REMAND ME OF GOJO AND GETO!?!?! đđ
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Hero: Amber
Villain: Quinn
Young Hero: Eve
Eve had been on patrol with Amber when Eve spoke up.
âSo..I heard you used to be friends with the villain..do you still talk?â She asked, bright-eyed. Amber froze and looked out into the distance before looking down at her gun in her hand.
âSometimes,â she answered quietly, âhe talks to me.â Amber heard Eve hum at that. She felt her eyes water a little, but she held them back and continued her patrol. He talked to her. Sheâll hear his final words every night keeping her awake. She had killed him after all. And maybe he did deserve it, but she still blames herself.
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@carlwheezersversion
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itâs giving: âi had a crush, till you started talking to the gunâ
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