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Agree that Proctor and Hale had something lavender going on?

THATS WHAT I’M SAYING!

Agree that Proctor and Hale had something lavender going on?

I notice that everyone who gets hyperfixated with The Crucible gets hyperfixated on a specific character or ship and I think that’s wonderful

AND THIS GUY WAS REV. HALE I SAW HIM YOUR HONOR

What if instead of John Proctor it was John 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴tor and instead of having an affair with Abigail Williams he had an affair with 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓷...

What if instead of John Proctor it was John 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴tor and instead of having an affair with Abigail Williams he had an affair with 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓷...

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I lied. I may have Cooked.

EURO. FLASH ~Poison and Cake~

Plot: In the Years between 2001 and 2002, Video game developer and Artistic Designer, Mona Lainus, and her assistant, Bill Collins; one being a Thirty four-year-old and the other being a Forty five-year-old former police officer and current designer/ programmer for the Small but Obscure Company; Classified Record Archives. However, Due to Mona's addiction to abusing Substances, such as taking high doses of prescribed Antidepressants, The Secreted Project Known as ‘Euro dot SWF’, An indie Video game taking inspiration from Mario Bros, Sonic the Hedgehog, and some old cartoons such as SteamBoat Willie, was delayed and put on hiatus. Till then, They Still managed to create only a Full Demo beta version Of a Game that was only for Europeans, A Game Called 'Europa: confession’, A RPG-STYLE game in a 2D format that was Later Changed into a 3D format that offered the Player a chance to gain Different Styles of a good & bad ending or an ‘okay-middle/in-between’ ending with Different routes to each Character. The game was put in place to launch in the middle of March, on a Wednesday afternoon of 2002 but was Put on Hiatus again Due to an incident where Lainus was arrested and put into custody because of a Drunk driving Crash that happened in the countryside of a small town in Wisconsin.

This idea may be stupid but I think I cooked a banger

But just imagine someone making an Analog Horror with Eurovision but it becoming a Video Game that was in the Beta Development stage

post 1:07 AM. head empty, no thoughts

inspired by this panel:

and jason and steph

Think it over carefully. Your partner is important.

i can only imagine batman having to tame shadow when he eventually gets adopted into the batfamily

"I want to be a dragon."

Studio view of the chair stop-motion. Gives you an idea of how I have to think about it compared to what the camera is seeing.

i have made a helpful guide for people who want to make their own mascot horrors

I rented an alien plushie to stare at you! It won't bite, don't worry.

Happy april fools!!! :3

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Hymns of Death

Pre- investigation

Before Apson could ask a question to Hiru, he heard a horrified scream coming from inside the cafe. The group ran in to find Joost backing away terrified as he hid behind the dark brunet. Jere and Marko covered their mouths as they glanced down before the light blond ran off to the plant to vomit behind it. Slimane stood there, feeling the color draining from his body.

"Oh, my god," Vasil felt his body trembling. "N-No way..!"

Apson couldn't help but glance down at the body. Her golden dress was scruffed and her headpiece was scattered next to the double doors. Her ring appeared to be stolen but what caught his attention was that there was a small silver chain necklace in her dark brown hair but also a red glove next to her body.

"Oh god," Salena whispered to herself, her hands covered her mouth. "Besa's dead."

Everyone present in the room fell silent as they stared down at the lifeless body. Apson and Joost stood there in shock as they glanced at the body, Klein felt sick to his stomach as he sniffled and bit his thumb. "I can't believe this, how could this happen?"

"Whoever did this," Bambie struggled with their words, squeezing their arms tightly while Nemo consoled them. "Is a fucking sicko."

"Is there a chance that we could, you know, do a funeral?" Ferman suggested, raising his hand.

"Is that even possible?" Tom asked, sighing as he shook his head. "Without alarming security, I think it's going to be a no, bud."

Apson stopped as he observed the room, noting that Joost was consoling Marko who was twisting his cat bracelet to distract himself from the situation. Bojan and Jere were talking to one another as they tried to piece together why this would happen so early. Isaak and Slimane were asking others if they knew what had happened to understand.

Apson knew that he and Joost needed to investigate.

The Dutchman turned around and found Hiru as he pulled the suspect into the cafe, her eyes watered as she whined while struggling to be freed From the right grasp. Everyone stopped as they found them, shock struck them cold.

"Hiru, w-what are you doing?!" Apson asked them angrily.

"Come now...Apson," Hiru smiled sinisterly. "Let me show you how the game works.."

Two people got up, slamming their hands on the table. "You goddamn psycho! Let her go now!" Teya rebelled as she had Luke to back her up. "You got the WRONG person!" He shouted.

"Seriously? Are we doing this? Come on, we are smarter than that!" Damiano groaned and shook his head.

Conchita tried to calm the room down. "Everyone settle down, fighting isn't the solution."

"Apson, let's go. Now." Hiru demanded.

The dark-haired bit his cheek and shook his head. "No."

"Eh?"

"This isn't going to work! We can't sacrifice our friends like this, I don't want to torture them!" Joost refused as he yelled out, his shaky breath turned into tears as he sat down against the chair, biting his fingernails.

Kaarjia shook his head. "You think we should trust them? They could be a part of this whole thing!"

"Finally! Someone gets it!" Teemu exclaimed. "I'm not rude, I just don't trust them!"

Hiru smirked as they threw Salena to the floor and rushed to Jere. "You think I'm the culprit?"

"With that look, you could be!"

Isaak covered his mouth and shook his head. "Salena couldn't possibly do this! She is not that kind of person! It must be you!"

"Oh please, please, save your tears for when the TRUE criminal gets what they deserve for this slaughter! I'm not the one you should fear..Salena should be.."

"WHAT?!" The woman shook her head, sobbing frantically as she rushed to Apson. "I'm innocent! Please just listen to me!"

"Why should you trust her? That criminal slaughtered Besa in cold blood!"

Harun got up, slamming his hands on the table as he stared coldly at Hiru. "Without any proper evidence, you have no say to blame her for this crime and I believe with a fair trial, we can say who has committed this crime."

Slimane closed his eyes and sighed. "If this person is speaking the truth..then should we turn her in?"

All fell silent as they stared at Salena and then at Toge before hearing hands slamming down at the table. "No!"

Everyone turned and saw a distraught Marko, angrily staring at Hiru. "We cannot end it here!" Marko rebutted, and Nemo stood behind him. "You guys have no evidence! No proof that Salena did this! What if that person is lying to frame it on her?!"

"I agree! Salena deserves a fair trial!" They shouted.

"A..fair trial?!" Hiru scowled, glaring at everyone sourly before rushing towards Jeangu and shaking him aggressively. "You all speak of nonsense! A trial means that one error could cause her to get away from it!"

"But a fair trial could solve the problem and give Besa proper justice!" The Surinamese folded his arms in retaliation against Hiru's offer. "With no trial, it'd be pointless!"

"Besides are you forgetting about Innocent before proven guilty," Michał cautiously glanced around the room. "Pretty sure that's, like, common knowledge."

"To some, it is," Loreen chimed in, folding her arms. "But it's best that we should have Salena be innocent until we can prove that she is innocent or guilty."

Hiru glared at everyone before turning around, noticing that the Finnish was helping Salena up which made them shove Jere aside as they snatched Salena's arm and dragged her to the auditorium room by her arm.

"Damnit, go stop them," Jeangu shouted. "Before they make it worse!"

Apson, as well as the others immediately ran towards where the duo was going. Joost tried to stop the person but couldn't because he couldn't make it to the door in time, he ran into the double doors just as Hiru closed them.

"That motherfucker!" Jere opened the doors and led the others to find Hiru glaring at the projector. "Don't you dare lay a hand on her!"

"Kakaka..you don't understand it," Hiru glared down at the group. "This is The Game, you have to follow the rules."

"But we can't officially start if the whole group isn't here! We still have time for a fair investigation—!" Marko was interrupted by the projector starting up as Hiru laughed frantically.

"Well now, idiot, if we don't have the Vote now then THE culprit will kill their next victim..and here's your murder!" The mysterious stranger pulled Salena by her arm before slamming her on the ground.

The group felt uneasy by them as they turned around to find the double doors blocked off, No escape was possible. The screen opened up to the purple cat sitting on the high throne-like chair. Joost shivered as Apson had him close to his side as he approached the screen with a stern look on his face.

"I see..you may want to start the 'voting' section?" The narrator asked before the cat pressed the button. "Well now..let the vote begin now!"

The group stopped as the floor opened up, letting two tablets show up, and turned on to find a white screen appearing with a choice of three buttons; red, blue, or green. Hiru smirked as they started to think about the options on the screen.

"No, don't you dare! You cannot pin any of this onto her!" Jere argued aggressively as he slowly walked up to the figure.

"Kakaka.." Hiru laughed, as they turned to glare at Jere before selecting the green button and submitting it.

Salena's eyes widened as she began to walk backward in fear of being punished wrongfully. Joost, fearing for her, held her tightly. Apson started sprinting towards Hiru before they could choose any more choices on the screen.

"Hiru! You're wasting your time!" He yelled out. "How do you know that this is her fault?! Your evidence could be fabricated!"

"I'm a liar, Apson?" They smiled before slowly choosing the green button again.

"No!"

Before Apson could undo it, the tablets went back into the ground, closing the floorboards as the projector screen changed to the purple cat shuffling the cards in a bowl. The group stood there in fear as Salena continued sobbing frantically Hiru stood there with a satisfied smirk on their face.

"We have a winner, everyone!" The narrator called out as the cat pulled up a card. "And the winner is.."

The card was set down on the table as the camera moved down and watched the card flipped to reveal none other than—

"NO ONE!"

Hiru was shocked and appalled by the showing of an empty card. Apson's eyes widened before they were relaxed as the purple cat began laughing hysterically, the cartoon showed tears spilling out while it laughed. "What?! No! I-I thought I picked—!"

"You think that you could execute someone that quick?" The Narrator scoffed before showing the Cat shaking its head disapprovingly. "It's not that easy! A trial must be held before we can choose a suspect and call them a blackened or a culprit."

"See, kusipää?!" Jere yelled angrily. "We told you so!"

Hiru stared blankly at the projector before it turned off and let the lights go back on, which made them stare down at Salena before turning to glare at the group and running off. Jere sighed angrily before walking up to the woman and helping her up, consoling her.

Joost walked up to his childhood friend and put his hand on his shoulder. "Apson does that mean—"

"Joost, you and I need to investigate this."

"But we aren't professional detectives! What if we get things wrong?"

"Joost as long as we ask the right questions and look at things thoroughly," Apson turned to face him. "We can solve this case and help Salena in the best way for her to survive."

Klein hesitated before sighing and glancing around, noticing the disarray of Salena as she cried in her hands with Silvester and Jere next to her, trying to console her. The blond looked back at Apson and smiled with confidence, beaming. "Alright, I'll do my best to be a good detective, what's the best place to find clues first?"

Apson smiled softly. "That's the spirit, Joost. Let's get started on this investigation."

Investigate.

- HALLWAY -

As the duo walked out of the gym, they were met with the same bloody handprint that slid to the cafe and the same piece of white fabric. Could it be Salena's? She did have a white fabric in her hand as well.

"Apson," Joost kneeled looking down, noticing a black roughened bag next to the white fabric. "Was there a black bag before we went into the cafe?"

"A blackbag? No, why?" Mussa walked over to the blond, his attention was on the bag. He picked it up and observed it closely.

"If we didn't see it before, could it be that...someone dropped it on their way to someplace? Like the gym?"

"Maybe someone stole this, had it on them for a while, before running out of the cafeteria—" The Dutchman stopped as he opened it, finding a camera inside. "Wait."

"Oh! A camera, I figured it'd be harder considering that most culprits would hide it somewhere like their room or in a public bathroom. I don't know why but I heard it somewhere in a newspaper or heard it on TV." Joost shrugged as he turned and tilted his head curiously.

Apson's eyes widened as he turned on the camera, examining it before going into the gallery and looking through it. With further inspection, he found out that it was used recently, the photos were of Besa. A final few moments before her killer attacks her. What caught his eye was the hand in the third photo, the same red fingerless glove with those red nails. "Joost?"

"Hm?" the blond walked over, looking down at the same photo.

"Did you notice something off with Salena's appearance?"

The blond thought for a second before his eyes lit up. "She does love wearing white and red, and she has these cool red nails—"

"She had two gloves, right?"

"Yeah, she did? Wait, she had one on her..left hand, I think."

"Then, do you believe that Salena could've done this?"

"No, did you even pay attention to how Hiru was acting? They acted like a total nutcase," Joost argued, folding his arms as he sighed. "Then again, if it was her doing, then we should ask some of the others to see if they saw anything from Salena or Hiru!"

"Exactly, this could mislead us to convict Salena. We just need more information and evidence," Apson nodded. "Let's go ask some people, okay?"

"Alright! Lead the way!"

- CAFE -

"You didn't see..anything?" Apson asked the two girls in front of him who sat down at the table.

Olga, Yulia, and Lena shook their heads and went back to talking with each other. Apson sighed and shook his head before going to speak with Isaak and Slimane before seeing a woman walking up to him in concern. "Uhm, excuse me..are you a detective?"

"Yeah, why? Do you have any tips?" Apson turned to find her playing with her parasol.

"A couple! If you don't mind!" She glanced down before glancing at him again. "I'm Jamie-lee, and if you need to know, I saw someone coming out of the...kitchen—No wait! The Disposal room!"

Disposal room? Apson thought before hearing her speak again. "See, I thought I'd be happy to venture around the room before I noticed that someone in a kimono with a white tote bag and wearing a pair of chunky black Mary Jane."

"What...?"

"They had these cyan-blue eyes, dried blond curly hair in pigtails, wearing a kimono, and those chunky Mary Janes! I swear, I'm not crazy! I saw them!"

"I believe you! I do! But where is this Disposal Room?"

"Just down the hall, but be careful I saw some of those press-on nails come out of their bag. I think it was dark red nails or Dark Cherry brown nail color."

Apson nodded before shaking her hand. "Thank you, this will make it much easier for this investigation."

- DISPOSAL -

The door opened as Apson walked in and found Joost talking to Marko, Mihkel, and Kristjan. The blond turned and waved his hand happily for his friend's attention. "Hallo! Hallo! Apson, these guys have very good things we can use!"

"What did you get so far?" The dark-haired Dutchman walked to them and crossed his arms.

"Apson, if I'm correct," Veisson started. "The suspect went into here, dragging their clothes, and burned them in this furnace. But what struck me as odd is the fabric...the fabric is not white but rather red with yellow."

Apson and Joost fell silent as the blond turned to glance at each other. "Wait, Red and Yellow?"

"Mihkel and I have discovered some white fabrics but most of it is..red and yellow pieces of scrap fabric," Kristjan mentioned before handing them a baggie with the said fabrics. "Perhaps it is from a dress-like attire."

Mihkel chimed in. "That is all we got from here. If you need any more help, come to us!"

Joost stopped them. "Wait! Did you get the face of the person?"

Marko shook his head. "No, no we have not. Sorry, my friend. But all I do know is that there is only one person with the Kimono," The Estonian handed over a baggie of burnt press-on nails with an assortment of colors inside. "And press on nails with only these designs."

"Hiru Toge," Apson whispered to himself before grabbing Joost by his arm and sprinting off to go find them. "Thank you!"

- ROOM OF TOGE -

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

"Hiru!" Apson announced, knocking on the door respectfully. "Come on out and talk!"

"Appie, could they be the murderer? I mean how could they pull this off at such a fast pace!" Joost asked, staring at the door with curiosity.

"I have no idea, Joost, but all I know is that this must be the one. If it is them and not Salena, then we could be on our way to escaping here."

The door opened as a fully dressed Hiru came out wearing a black and white frilly dress with black and white tights, white medium-length gloves, and those exact chunky Mary Janes that Jamie-lee was mentioning. "Yess?" they asked, their voice sounding more sinister than before.

"Hiru, we've found some evidence that may relate to you with the murder of—!"

"Fufufu.."

"What?"

Hiru shook their head. "You don't understand, do you, Apson?"

Joost gazed at Apson with concern, as he bit his nail. Hiru stared into his eyes with a sinister grin. "Apson, your investigation is almost at an end, you haven't checked the restroom, have you? Why say it was me when it was Salena? She has been throwing you off. I know for a fact."

"How, you haven't discussed your story! Why should I believe you?" The Dutchman argued.

"That, I shall save till the Trial," Hiru laughed sinisterly. "Now, check the restroom. There should be a bag just for you."

Before Apson could question them, the door shut. Leaving the two to scurry off to the restroom quickly, hoping that their doubts would be incorrect. They hoped that it wasn't Salena.

- BATHROOM -

Joost sighed, picking at his nails as Apson went inside and searched inside. He walked out with a white tote bag and set it down on the ground. "Well, I found dried blood in the sink and this bag."

"Could it be, Salena's or even Besa's," The blond freaked out, feeling his body shivering for a bit. "Or even Hiru's??"

"Joost, take a breather here. Whoever's blood it is, it might as well be Salena's or Hiru's." Apson sighed before opening the bag to find—

A red tank top, a red fingerless glove, and red press-on nails. With two of them having dried blood on the fabric.

"No, no no..." Joost panicked a bit, biting his nails nervously once again. "It can't be her!"

"This is all Salena's stuff, here, in this bag? How did-Who put this here?!" Apson rose as he saw four people walking towards them.

"Yo, Kaveri! Did ya find anything useful yet?" Jere asked with Bojan taking a peak in the bag before Apson stopped him.

"Heard it was a mixed bag," Vukčević sighed disappointedly. "Damn, whoever did this must be a total pain in the ass."

"Someone is trying to pin this on Salena, that's for a fact." Joost sniffled, glancing down at his hands before turning to look at Apson.

"Even though this may not be good for Salena, we'll do our best to defend her for good. If not, then we have no choice but to try to get her to tell her story." Apson disappointedly chimed in.

Jere's eyes widened, he was taken aback as he sighed and shook his head. "I refuse to believe that! Salena could never do a thing like that, let alone fight!"

Ilija shook his head. "Anyone can fight, Jere, but she just maybe wanted peace but the other just wanted to kill her out of paranoia."

"Damn, so this is not a joke?" Bojan asked, getting close to Jere with a disappointed look on his face. "Fuck, I hate it here."

"We have all the evidence we need, even though it leads to Salena, but still let's hope we can save her." Apson confidently affirms as he grabs the tote bag and heads to the elevator with Joost and the group behind him.

BRO CHAT wtf have I just made

I may be cooked bro tf😭🙏

Younger Black Heart Inertia.

The first meeting with the assistant backstage. “Is he that into you?”

Marshall (The popular actor/singer) and Brandon (The ‘Nerdy’ Assistant)

It was just an ordinary day at the studio, Marshall had been hanging out with Director Samuel’s assistant, Brandon for as long as he could remember. It was oddly strange for someone like the blond to be around an clumsy and always late to the moment assistant but no matter what the situation was, The dark brunet would always be there with him. But this day would be different.

Marshall just waited outside, leaning against the brick wall as he watched the brunet walking out from the back door and entering the alleyway. Adjusting his glasses and his headphone, the assistant gazed at the actor and softly sighed before walking up to him and standing next to him, leaning against the wall with a coffee in his hand, which made the actor notice him and smile at him. “Is that for me?” he teased.

“Ah, uhm,” The assistant blushed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yes, but you may not like it--!”

Glancing at the cup, Marshall shrugged and took a sip before starting to almost drink the whole cup but stopped as he slowly turned to the stunned Brunet and chuckled. “Well, I never knew you taste sweet, B.”

Brandon jumped and blushed heavily, realizing that the cup read ‘Non dairy, soy, Extra foam. Brandon.’ Since he was running late to the production, he forgot to get him the right drink order. “Oh my god, oh no! I’m so sorry, Mr. Marsh! I-I, ughh, Forgot to get it right!”

“No..? I said that you taste sweet, B.”

“Uhm, what does that mean?”

“You want me to show you?”

The assistant nodded before trying to reach for the cup before feeling Marshall pinning him against the wall and pulling him closer by his back and began kissing him passionately, squeezing his waist as he felt their bodies heating up. The dark brunet moved his hand up to his hair, slipping and tangling his fingers. While his other hand dropped the coffee and slid to the sides of the brunet’s neck as he pressed his leg against his thighs, hearing the assistance slipping soft noises from his mouth before pulling away briefly and staring at him. “Would you like me to stop here, I mean we’re on a tight schedule after all, B.”

The brunet gently tugged on the actor’s shirt collar, he shook his head as he was out of breath. “Just the opposite, please..” he breathed, feeling the actor biting his lip before stopping and pulling back and smiling at him.

“BRANDON!” The headphone speaker spoke, The assistant jumped as he knew it was from the director, Samuel Michealson. “Do you have those reports done like I had hoped for you to get done in an hour or so?”

The brunet swallowed his saliva as he tried to answer him but felt Marshall comfort growing more passionately, staring him in the eyes as he leaned in grabbing his shoulder. “A-Ah! Of course I did, sir, I’d never ignore an assignment-!”

Marshall cut him off again as he started to kiss him again, slowly moving his headphone off of him before finding the button to hang up on the director. “Sorry, Sam, but your assistant is pretty busy now,” the dark brunet glanced up at him. “Mind leaving a message?”

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I just saw Joost live with my sister and brother. it was a great gig. before the last song he was like "and SHOUT OUT TO AUTISM" and I was so caught off guard but so excited, I didn't know he's autistic

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~Hymns of Death Oneshot~

Running.

Jere couldn't understand why he was running in the first place, he felt something chasing him as his teeth clenched tightly before charging and opening the door forcefully.

Terrible mistake.

His feelings churned as he noticed an unconscious and possibly the corpse of Hiru Toge. How long were they dead for? But that wasn't his concern, his eyes locked on someone who appeared to be familiar to him. The blond Dutchman perhaps?

He slowly got closer to them before putting a hand on their shoulder, hoping to see his soft smile and his welcome arms. His worries slowly drifted apart as his smile grew before it was abruptly cut off. That same cheerful Dutchman was lost, as what stood in front of him was someone different.

"Joost," Jere felt his heart almost on the brink of sinking. "Joostie, are you alright?"

With a small yet sinister grin, the lightly blond leaned over and averted his gaze by narrowing his eyes a bit, his hand slowly reached over to his chin and grabbed it gently, it still felt tight to Jere, which made his heart tremble. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I, Well, Uhm, it's that because—!"

"Hiru Toge, huh? Awe, don't be scared," Joost leaned over and made the Finn focus only on him. "They were only in the way of My dreams, so I had to make them settled."

Jere felt his heart racing, his hands twitching beside him, feeling tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. Joost noticed this as he smiled again, despite it feeling almost like a mask of danger. "Jere, no need to be terrified of me, I'm not going to hurt you."

Jere froze in fear as he felt him leaning into his ears, his breathing felt cold and almost carnivorous. "Just yet...if you promise to not cry wolf."

Prologue/Chapter One

Don’t believe, Don’t fear (APSON)

It was just a night out in the streets of Amsterdam where Joost and I were just walking along with our friend, Stuntje. All of us were just joking around after recent events involving a few friends of ours at Eurovision. We didn't even see Martin coming along, maybe he was just sick or tired or possibly both. No matter what the case may be, it felt off that nobody else came but just us three, Nemo and their friends, and the Gunnarsen twins. I paid no attention to it, well, maybe a little bit because it was skeptical for me but not for Joost.

But I digress, because maybe he was just feeling sick..who knows? Besides, we were already in the car and driving through the city to find a perfect spot to hang out. We followed the directions that Nemo was told to go to as well, but it just led us to this odd abandoned...Facility?

A facility? Out of all places? Who told them to go here and bring us along?

We got out and began to approach the building before I felt something cold on my back, I turned and found that it was just Joost and no sight of Stuntje anywhere. Where did..he go?

That's when..something was missing, something bad was going to happen.

I immediately grabbed Joost by the arm and tried my best to run back to the car before I heard a loud thud hitting something. I was yanked down onto the ground, the grass felt almost like moss even. I turned my head and noticed Joost, unconscious and had blood slowly dripping down from his head.

I wanted to scream but I went cold, my body trembling with tears threatening to pour down my face. I glanced up and found the person responsible, I couldn't even tell the face of the figure but only the appearance; A suit, a dark blue suit with a dark blue tie.

And that's all I could remember before I fell unconscious with Joost by my side.

-DAY ONE-

First meetings, First discovery

Blinking twice slowly, Apson slowly got up as he turned and noticed how panicked Joost was. Groggily, the man glanced around before his eyes widened with adrenaline flowing through him.

He sprinted towards the blond Dutchman and grabbed ahold of his shoulders, glaring around to find a few key details; rusty windows, darkened walls, and the picture of a firecracker. He shook his head and tried to think about how they got here, he couldn't remember how he or Joost got here. That was not the purpose now, they need to find other survivors.

"Joost. Are you okay?" Apson inquired, putting his hand on the blond's head.

"I'm okay," The blond groaned a little, rubbing his head as he felt the dried bandage. "My head still hurts a little, What about you?"

"I'm alright but," The dark-haired glanced around the empty room before gently grabbing Klein's arm. "We're not the only ones here, come on!"

"Wait what are you—!"

"Let's not stall here, Joost, we need to find Stuntje."

"He came with us..?"

Apson sighed. "Pretty sure he did, now, let's go!"

The Dutchman hesitantly agreed and sprinted off with the keyboardist as they made their way through the building, they glanced around to find other clues as to where they were settled.

The same windows and walls spied on them as Apson could tell that something felt off, he could briefly hear a small beeping noise to which he stopped and glanced up to find a security camera nearby on the ceiling corner. He stared at the camera for a brief moment before,

"Apson! Look, I found a double door!" Joost yelled out hopefully, watching Apson hesitate to go over but decided to go over there to him. "Do you think it's good enough for us?"

"Joost, I think this could be a trap," The dark Brunet glared at the double doors, wondering why are they there. "what could these doors lead to?"

"Are you afraid of some doors, Apson?"

"What—No! I'm not! I just think it's a trap, that's all!"

"So, anyone put these randomly are considered traps?"

"No, just—look! Just open it, Joost!"

Sighing while snickering to himself, the Dutchman agreed as he swung the doors open and briskly walked inside along with Apson they discovered that it led to a much bigger space that appeared to be gymnasium size.

Joost glanced around, intrigued by the amount of people inside but was hastily pulled close by the dark brunet with a sigh. He couldn't help but feel small but he digressed, he turned and saw how excited Klein was, he wanted to see new people but he was more happy to see people who were in their shoes. At least he was happy to see new people.

"Come on, Apson! let's go meet them!" Joost playfully nudged Apson and pulled him to the crowd with a toothy grin.

"Hey now, don't pull me like I'm ragdoll, Joost, I'm doubting this already." The Dutchman shook his head.

"What?! Nobody here doesn't seem violent-!"

Before Joost could continue, The duo immediately turned their heads and observed two men seemingly getting into an argument as they were being pulled away by a bearded woman and a curly brunet struggling to hold back the husky man wearing a neon green top with green nails as the bearded woman held back the shorter man wearing a fuzzy red velvet suit top with gold ring on his left hand.

Apson grabbed the blond by the hand and slowly approached them, hearing the feud that was slowly toning down.

"Jere, you numskull! You better get us out of here, svinja!" The man screamed, pointing at the husky man.

"You two stop it! This isn't going to solve anything," the woman commanded, shaking the younger boy's arm. "Bojan! Jere! enough!"

"Calm down, Pelle! I don't know this place, I don't even know a single thing!" The husky 5'7" exclaimed back. "Take a chill pill!"

"Silvester. Please do something! Calm Jere down or something!"

"I'll try to do something, Conchita! hold on!"

Joost's body stiffened up a bit. "I think they have been in here longer enough, Apson.."

"This isn't good, Joost, do you think they'll trust us?" Apson asked, biting his thumbnail.

While glancing around, Klein turned his head and noticed that a few people were coming towards them. He realized that the others slowly noticed them standing there. A size brunet with blonde streaks, a dark brunet with a red suit coat on his shoulder, three men with a woman with different styles, and a light blonde wearing a cat charm bracelet. With a smile on his face, Joost waved over at them. "Hello, I'm Joost and this is my friend, Appie!"

The dark brunet tilted his head. "Huh, you're just like us, I guess...I suppose I met you two before! I'm Slimane, It's a pleasure meeting you once again!"

"Wait-Joost Klein?! No way," The plus size brunette beamed. "Thank god, you're still alive! I can't believe it! You remember me, right? I'm Isaak!" He turned and faced the light blonde twisting his cat bracelet. "No offense, Marko.."

"Oh, are you talking to me?" Marko chuckled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Isaak! Also, no offense taken!"

"Can we introduce ourselves?" The tall brunet cleared his throat and folded his arms as he glanced around at the brownish blonde and the curly brunet for backup. "We don't wish to be rude to you two."

"Oh, of course, Damiano, you want to introduce yourself that much?" the long dark brunette scoffed.

"Ethan!" he scowled. "Don't spoil it!"

"The name's Thomas, none much to it, I guess," the curly brunet moped as he yawned a bit. "Sorry, It's been too long in here, and I'm just tired."

"I'm the rocking all-star, Victoria Angel! I'm pretty cool if I say so myself!" the woman smiled and shook the Dutchman's hand hastily.

"As you can see, We're Måneskin, la vita della festa! I'm yours truly, Damiano David, the sweet star from Italy!" Damiano exclaimed with pride in his tone.

Apson nodded. "How nice to meet you guys," he rubbed his arm gently with a smile. "Well, I don't mean to be rude but I'm Apson Mussa, I just prefer to be called Appie by Joost, he's my childhood friend after all."

"Oh!" Damiano's brows rise. "How inconvenient, but I'm not the one to be rude or anything I didn't meet you before, so I don't know how you two bond or anything."

"What?" the dark brunet cocked a brow, folding his arms together. "What do you mean by that?"

Damiano shrugged his shoulders as he walked off to meet with the others, primarily Jere and Bojan once they were done arguing. Joost and Apson glanced at each other, the blond smiling so far with hope a of more friendly encounter with more of the people.

Besides, there were only nineteen people inside of here. They didn't seem to lose anyone at all, no missing person that seemed to be important.

The blond went up to a group of three and began to talk with them, leaving Apson alone to possibly find another trio to talk to as well. He sighed and went off to the other trio that had one person sitting on the floor, tired from being up late or so what he appeared to look like to him.

"Hello? You look like you've been here for a few hours-" Before the man could finish, the blond sprung up and shook Mussa hastily with fear while the brunet threw his hands up as he scoffed and shook his head. "We've been here for what seems like a thousand minutes! I cannot stand it, Tom and I wish to go back home! This isn't a part of our dream!"

"What?!"

"Ignore him, bud, Billy here is just scared and just mad that he doesn't know anyone here." Tom snickered as he pulled the blond away from Apson.

"No, you don't understand it! I'm terrified of the chances that a crazy fan of us kidnapped both of us because we're identical!"

"Wait," the dark brunet stopped and raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened. "You two are twins that are...Popular?"

Bill cleared his throat and folded his arms. "Identical twins from Germany, then, yes! It's us, Kaulitz and Kaulitz, I'm Bill and this is Tom!"

"We were stolen from California of all places," the bearded brunet yawned. "Can't wait to tell it to Gustav and Georg."

"Who?"

"Oh! It's our bandmates from Tokio Hotel, It's weird that only we got sent here and did not even dare to bring them along! Ugh..so rude!"

Apson nodded with a gentle smile as he turned his head and noticed the sweating blonde, fanning herself with her hand. He raised an eyebrow and had a few questions for her, was she busy with something and had to take care of it? It was possibly the heating system, it felt like 86 degrees inside this room.

"Merhaba? Affedersiniz!" A voice called out happily, a pair of footsteps were coming towards Apson as the dark-haired turned to face them as soon as he snapped out of spacing out.

"Oh, Uhm, hello? Do you need anything?" he asked them, noticing that the duo looked oddly familiar to him. The one on the left with short brown hair and dark brown eyes wearing a black shirt with black jeans that covered his light gray and white shoes. The one on the right with short black hair and hazel eyes wearing a long-sleeve formal suit top with long dark dress pants.

"Oh! Yes! Have you by any chance seen my friends, well, I mean my bandmates but you know I like to refer to them as friends," The left asked, playing with his silver watch that was on his right arm. "I'm Ferman Akgül if you were wondering by any chance."

Apson shook his head. "I don't think so, but I'll be on the lookout for them, Ferman."

"Çok teşekkür ederim," The right smiled politely. "I see that you have not lost your head, unlike the others. Not the kind to go crazy during these sorts of situations, I suppose."

"I'm just trying to understand where we are, This is all new to me, and pretty much like everyone, I think we should focus on the surroundings."

"Ah, of course, I can see why you would do that. I'd do the same if I recognized an area from somewhere. I am Mor ve ötesi's vocalist and guitarist, Harun Tekin, it is a pleasure of mine to meet you."

Apson nodded as shook hands with the duo, watching them walk off to go speak with the others. But as soon as he turned back to see the blonde woman, he had an odd feeling that something felt off, striking him was the fact that she was holding a white piece of fabric covered in something and she had on a red sleeveless top. Glancing down, he noticed that her white long pants had a red spot on the knee as well as on her chunky boots.

"Dehydrated?" Apson asked.

The blonde glanced up and let out a tired laugh. "Ah, no! Just got back from trying to find my way back from the restroom, it's a pretty big building after all."

"Oh? How big do you think it is?"

"No clue, but I'll say this," She leaned in and whispered. "Have you seen that blond over in that Kimono?"

"No, what are you talking about—"

She sprung him around and pointed to the lonely person with blondish hair holding a floral Japanese doll with both of their hands bandaged, they seemed to just prefer to be alone for now. But Apson was confused as to why she would be so petrified of that specific person, why was she acting so strange and why was she avoiding the conversation?

The blonde bit her thumb "Uhm so..that person is really strange, maybe talk to him! He could get us out of here—!"

"Who are you?" Apson asked.

"Oh, my name is Salena! You remember me, right?"

"No, my apologies, Salena. I guess I forgot."

"Forget? Oh, Apson, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

The dark brunette raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh nothing, I just think you should remember things clearly, it's for safekeeping!" Salena smiled brightly before turning towards the projector that flashed onto the wall, slowly turning on and revealing a piece of footage.

Everyone stopped and glanced up at the projector, Jere and Bojan stood close together while others gave each other space as they watched the video coming to life before them.

The video revealed an oddly colorful background as the purple cat slowly stepped out as it was holding a magnifying glass and stepping on the European map. Baffled, everyone turned to face each other until the cat turned and faced everyone as soon as the podium plopped down on the same map.

"Is that cat going to..talk to us?" The brown-haired haired asked as they turned to face their friend.

"I think so, Nemo." The Belgian comforted them.

"This is so confusing...I think I'm gonna be sick." The Irish grabbed ahold of their shoulders.

Before they could complain any further, The narrator cleared his throat and began to speak to them. "My apologies, everyone, we're kinda still in the process but without any problems, I welcome you all to the game."

The narrator continues. "What is The game you may ask? This is where you may win or lose the game! You must go through many trials and obstacles, and sacrifices have to be made with trust."

Joost's body stiffened as he bit his thumb. "We..we have to sacrifice our friends..?"

"Oh don't worry! You'll be just one step closer to a win! You'll be able to find the true secret behind this game! Good luck and be sure to check behind you, you may need it!"

"Is that all?" Mustii fell sick to his stomach.

"Whoever behind this is a sick nimble bastard! Vittu!" Jere yelled.

"Oh and by the way," the narrator returned as the cat was shown snickering. "You're forgetting someone..perhaps check the cafe."

The projector turned off.

Everyone fell quiet. Apson and Joost turned to face each other as some were on their way to go find this "cafe" while Nemo and Silvester made their way to them, ignoring the blonde figure approaching them. The Dutchman felt nervous, rubbing his arm as he fell quiet. "So...I'm guessing this is mouse and cat chase, kak, I hate the sound of this."

"Can we stick together, please?" Nemo requested, feeling his nerves getting tense and harder to breathe. "I'm sorry...I'm just very scared!"

"You're not bothering us at all, Nemo." Silvester grinned.

"Apson, do you think we'll die in here?" Klein sniffled, his body trembling. "I'm scared."

"Joost, don't be, I'll make sure we both make it out with whoever is going to be with us."

Nemo and Silvester grinned as they led Joost and Apson out of the gym to go find the cafe before being stopped by The figure in the kimono. The curly brown-haired haired felt uncomfortable as they were surrounded by their Aurora.

"You two have forgotten to speak with me, how sad, I figured I would be more of importance to you," They frowned as they pressed the floral doll against their cheek. "I was wrong I suppose."

"My apologies! Who are you, you look so cool!" Joost offered his hand but was denied by the figure.

"Really?!" a man wearing a Windows 95 hat and crop top short-sleeved shirt, glared at the blond with his hands crossed. "You are trusting this guy? He looks and sounds scary enough to be a murderer!"

"Teemu," Martinus glared at the Finnish with disappointment. "Don't be so rude to them, what if they are nice?"

"'Nice'? Nice enough to worry me." Teemu worriedly glared at the figure in the kimono.

"I'd be honored to befriend them!" Marcus exclaimed.

"We know you would, Marcus." Apson nodded before glancing towards the figure. "Mind if you say your name to us?"

"My name is of no importance but please refer to me as Hiru Toge for now," Hiru smiled softly, putting the doll to their side. "As always, I do enjoy good surprises. I have one I have yet to present, but please do not fear me."

Apson cocked an eyebrow. "A surprise?"

"I-I'm telling you! They are a murder!" Teemu exclaimed again.

"How does a surprise mean that? I love surprises, especially those at a birthday! They are always fun!" Joost beamed as he felt at ease the moment when Hiru mentioned it.

"Not all the time, bucko!"

"Like I said, I'm not going to show it until the time is right, please do not fear me," Hiru leaned in and smiled at him with his cold eyes. "Apson."

"Whoa..wait, you know my name?" the Dutch felt a chill down his spine.

"Are you sure they aren't a killer on the loose?!" Teemu asked as slid behind Marcus to hide from the figure.

"They seemed to be friendly enough to be trusted, besides, they haven't done anything wrong yet!" Martinus defended the figure.

"Yet?!"

"Hm? Oh, don't worry about that nonsense, I like guessing, however," Toge leaned in with a sinister smile on their face, snickering as they pressed the doll against their mouth. "You shouldn't be so distracted, the blonde woman could come back to bite you like a leech, I saw what she has done."

After Toge spoke, a trio came by to see what they were speaking about. Silvester along with Nemo and Bambie stopped to stare at them. "Excuse me...?" Apson questioned them, causing them to snicker devilishly.

Silvester felt a chill down his spine. "Who? Salena?! She..what are you talking about?"

"Oh please," Hiru smiled once again and began to walk off before allowing them to follow. "Please allow me to show you!"

With tension rising inside, the group followed Hiru as they walked behind them to the Cafe. The hallway growing colder and unbearable with every step despite being in the building for a few minutes, Apson could start seeing signs of a terrible situation such as a bloody handprint sliding that led to the cafe but what caught them off guard was another piece of white fabric.

Apson remembered something. Salena had a white fabric in her hand as well.

"Ta-da!" Toge happily announced, springing the doors open and allowing the group to enter. "We have arrived, detectives."

"Detectives?" Nemo asked.

"Are we seriously trusting them?!" Teemu questioned as he glanced both ways to ensure that Hiru hadn't gone anywhere.

Before Apson could ask a question to Hiru, he heard a horrified scream coming from inside the cafe. The group ran in to find Joost backing away terrified as he hid behind the dark brunet. Jere and Marko covered their mouths as they glanced down before the light blond ran off to the plant to vomit behind it. Slimane stood there, feeling the color draining from his body.

"Oh, my god," Vasil felt his body trembling. "N-No way..!"

Apson couldn't help but glance down at the body. Her golden dress was scruffed and her headpiece was scattered next to the double doors. Her ring appeared to be stolen but what caught his attention was that there was a small silver chain necklace in her dark brown hair but also a red glove next to her body.

"Oh god," Salena whispered to herself, her hands covered her mouth. "Besa's dead."

Hymns of Death

written by CocoaWinds99 (ME!!)

Thirty people trapped in one facility, forced into complete isolation from humanity in order to escape with either a choice of six, five, or three Survivors or consider to press on with the Game.

In order to make it through, they must have to go through the key aspects: Trials Obstacles Sacrifices And most importantly, the game of choice and trust

Then they’ll see who will win and who’s behind the game.

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yeah I wrote this in 2024, So what?

Don’t judge me >:(

Heh...your welcome 😈

Guys I think I got a plot

JUST HEAR ME OUT!!

What if we take Jeest…and MAKE it into a Story where Jere/Käärijä basically is a Vampire/Demon being and Joost was just a son that was put under the care of a extreme religious clan (kinda like the ones during the Salem witch trials era). So to the ‘caretakers’ they basically forbid Joost from leaving into the woods and they don’t tell him why (but in retrospect, it’s because of Jere and his little family group -Other Vampires-)

So guys…If NONE of y’all gonna hear me out and write this down then I’ll do it >:(