The Waking Nightmare Part 8The Voyage HomeThe Waking Nightmare Part 8 by girlgunner
After resting for a bit, I searched the ship for any survivors. Unfortunately I found none. All had been savagely murdered by Pierce Decker, or at least the beast that dwelled within him. Not possessing the knowledge of a seafaring man, the vessel charted its own course, eventually drifting into Spanish waters. There we were discovered by a navy ship and piloted back to the mainland. I managed to elude my saviors, fearing they might well charge me for the murders of the crew.
In the weeks that followed I made my way to London (along the way continually looking over my shoulder for Decker or creatures like him), and to the home of my good friends Jonathan and Mina Harker. Here is where I've finally put my pen to paper and detailed an exploit for the world to read. Unfortunately, I have now returned to my senses. I know that the world would never believe such claims I have made herein, though I have not simply wasted my time in jotting it down. I will put this text to goo
The Waking Nightmare Part 7The Unwitting BetrayalThe Waking Nightmare Part 7 by girlgunner
Just then, as the vision was becoming the most clear, as I was about to learn even more about the Illithids and the Alhoon's current plans, I awoke from my trance. Two crushing hands were grasping my arms and holding me up in the air. As my vision cleared I could see just who had attacked me: Decker, with a crazed look in his eyes, was indeed the culprit. Obviously he had been implanted with one of the Alhoon's leeches, and it had just taken control. Drained as I was, I would not be able to destroy this one with the use of a spell, but I knew that my time was short. Decker grunted as the creature's tentacles writhed beneath his skin, clearing a path to their exit.
My dry mouth managed a cry for help as I witnessed his eyes roll back into his head. Using my feet for their only purpose besides running or walking, I kicked the creature in the stomach and chest as hard as I could. After physically injuring DeLeo, I knew that these creatures felt pain, and as I
The Waking Nightmare Part 6The Horror RevealedThe Waking Nightmare Part 6 by girlgunner
The trance began. I was no longer on the sea, no longer in the small cabin with Professor Decker. I was traveling down the foggy corridors of time, into the past of my current nemesis. The fog subsided, and before me, moving about in the darkness, was the horror of my worst nightmares. The mauve skin, the moist leathery tentacles hanging down from their faces and their dominating presence. The word "Illithid" entered my mind like a cool breeze. Was that the name of their race?
They huddled beneath the ground, capturing humans and other creatures upon which to feed. Oh my God they were feeding on the brains! Far beneath the ground, under their hidden complex was their leader. A giant mass floating in a pool. A giant brain? Yes, it was a giant brain. Surrounding it in the liquid were small leeches (much like the ones I encountered in my hotel room) and smaller brains. This Elder Brain thought its orders, transmitting the evil plots to its minions. Once the resou
The Waking Nightmare Part 5The JourneyThe Waking Nightmare Part 5 by girlgunner
After conferring with Decker, we decided it would be best if we were to take the first boat out of the country, in order to get as far away from these monsters as possible. So, after gathering my things, the two of us made our way to the docks. Decker was a determined man, young and sure of himself. Though still weak from our capture, he was now open to the horror of our world. The shock of it did not affect him as it does some. This was a good thing; I thought at the time, it proved that he was strong. There were several vessels in Boston Harbor that would accommodate us, both merchant vessels as well as commercial cruise ships. We opted for the prior, hoping our pursuers would expect us to take the more comfortable method of travel. Using the cash money I had left in my hotel room, we were able to book passage on a shipping vessel on a course for London. We were issued an empty cabin, merely a ten-foot square with a cot, but it would do. If I was going to be able to procu
My Muse (Mechanic 2P!Germany x Artist!Reader)Starving artists. Where did this term come from? It came from people who didn’t have a creative bone in their bodies. It wasn’t that they were starving artists; it’s just that they sacrificed a lot for something to come true, even if it meant that society didn’t really value them, until they were famous of course. _______ wasn’t famous yet. She went to college for art theory and learned art mediums like painting and metalwork. When she left, she worked odd jobs but continued to work on her art, she had to. It was her passion. It was hard to be an artist but no one got where they were now, unless they worked for it or given a chance and so far, no one gave her a chance. She lived in a large brick studio apartment alone with her art and it was just them. She lived in a middle class neighborhood and the mortgage was cheap, mainly because she didn’t live on the “artsy” side of the neighborhood. She used to but long moved away. Her boyfriend a
Of Dogs and Love [Germany x Shy!Reader]
You were taking the usual way home, walking slowly to ensure that you wouldn't be attracting too much attention to yourself.
It was a nice spring day, the grass bending over from the weight of the wind forcing then down, the flowers looked especially radiant, and you could see children in the neighborhood running around playing.
The sound of barking attracts your attention immediately as you stop your trudging. To your left, a big Doberman was staring at you, baring its fangs.
Instead of scurrying away like any other person might have, you crouched down, hugging your legs. It continued to growl.
"Hello there," you greeted him, smiling to show that you weren't going to hurt him.
The dog hesitated, giving you a inquiring look.
You offered him your hand and he sniffed the palm of your hand before nuzzling into it.
You broke into a rarely seen smile and pet your newfound doggie friend. He seemed to like you, and it made you feel very happy inside.
"Berlitz? Vhere are you?"
I See the Light
You, like most of the other nations in your school's Nations Club have become terrified of a certain Russian named Ivan. He was extremely tall and intimidating, always trying to 'become one' with the other nations in the club. Alfred has planted many rumours into your mind, and you sadly you began to believe them.
"Hey! ___! Dude!" You heard your loud American friend yell.
"Hey Alfred. How was the meeting?" You asked looking up at him.
"None of the other nations like my idea of a hero, again." Alfred stated sadly. "Why weren't you there?"
"Aw, poor hero." You mockingly cooed. "And I had to finish up Science homework last night." A bell then rang in the distance. "Shit, I got to get to Science. I'll see you in History!"
"Bro! Watch out for Ivan!" The American warned as you ran down the hall.
You ran down the hall, all the way to the Science wing of your school. You couldn't afford to be late for science again, or your teacher would chew you out for sure. Your teacher was giving out par
Russiacat x Reader
This wouldn’t be nearly as easy as you had expected. How were you supposed to find a cat that stood out to you when so much commotion was going about? Yao was now making another attempt at the kitten pen, the Scottish Fold now had its hackles raised towards the pure white Persian, and what looked like a white mix with red eyes was fleeing quite loudly from a brown and white cat. It seemed like every cat had its own quirks – something that made it unique.
At least you had one idea: You wanted an adult cat. There wasn’t anything wrong with kittens, you loved them to pieces! But that was the thing. Everyone wanted a kitten. They’re young, energetic, fluffy, and of course adorable. However, the adult cats had a much tougher time finding a nice home. Unlike this shelter, you knew there were plenty of places that euthanized these older animals – not just cats – that failed to find a home within a certain period of time. It was a cruel and unfair way to tre
So many cats!!!
Big cats, tiny cats. Every color possible.
How to choose? Frowning you scanned the room. You wanted a cat that wasn't very well liked by the others. One that you could shower with affection.
A large gray brown cat sat off to the side. The other cats skirted around it.
"Can I have that guy?" You squeaked pointing towards him.
Elizabeta looked surprised, "You sure? Nobody really likes that cat. Sometimes people do adopt him, but they always bring him back."
You felt your heart throb in sympathy. You had to have that cat. "I am one hundred percent sure!!"
Shrugging she hefted the large cat into an over sized carrier and handed you a stack of papers.
After signing and paying the adoption fee you loaded the cat into the passenger seat of your car.
"Soooooooo." You made a right turn out of the parking lot
"What to call you.." You looked over at him. The cat had a rather large nose and purple eyes. Too cut
Puppy Love: Germany x ReaderYou were just trying to give your new neighbor his mail. It was turning out to be more of an ordeal than you had thought. After you had waited a good five minutes or so, you went around to the back door, considering you hadn’t heard him leave. You supposed the mailman had gotten the address wrong with the new name and all, and given it to you instead.
So now, mail in hand, you made your way to the backyard. What you weren’t expecting was to be tackled by dogs. First a doberman knocked you over and growled at you menacingly, then was backed up by a german shepherd and golden retriever. What they weren’t expecting was for you to withhold squeals at their cuteness. You stayed in your pose of submission, and eventually the doberman got off of you. Quickly, but with slow cautious movements, you reached into your bag and brought out a bag of sample dog treats you had gotten for your trip to the animal shelter today.
Soon you were giggling as you had made three new friends.
REQUEST:CanadaXShy!Reader- Library Mouse
'Oh sweet escape,' you joyfully think as the automatic glass doors in front of you slid open and you walked into the school library for your elective period. Well, what elective is the best for someone as shy as you? the ones that were left over were sports, arts or choir and those definitively had too many people for your liking. It was already quite enough to deal with six classes full of idiotic, hormone driven teenagers, powerless teachers and bullies. You are just too shy to even make friends and ever since you were little you kept to yourself and the wonderful books that were provided to you by your parents and the country and school libraries. Those books are the most wonderful company during your free time and lunch everyday, a new adventure or life experience at your fingertips. Unfortunately those books couldn't stand up for you when the bullies would give you your daily knuckle sandwich. But all thos
The Lolita and Boss (2P!Japan x Otaku!Reader)After waiting all year, it was finally the summer. Summertime can only mean one thing for anime fans, anime conventions, for nerds, anime cons and sci-fi cons, for geeky nerds, every fandom they were interested in. This year __________ was going to do it all, well not all, this year she’s helping her friend at Artist Alley so her job was to be a gopher, seller, model, anything she needed really. She didn’t mind. At least she got to go to the con all over the state. Today she was at the first one and by far the most popular, Anime Conji Expo Fanpop con. Of course there was going to be down time. So she plotted. She was going to panels, she was going to see VA, she was going shopping, and of course, she was going to see the amazing costumes. She was so excited she couldn’t contain it. She and Rave set up everything that morning. They decided to work in shifts, Rave being the oldest, decided to only go in the late evenings while __________ ventured the afternoons. They w
Male!Belarus x Reader - Protect
If there had ever been a time in which Nikolai thought he’d hit the highest point of his anger, then what he felt now was – at the very least – double that.
“Ni-Nikolai? This is _-_____, I-I’m calling f-from the phone at w-work. Listen, N-Nikolai, I need you to call the police right now–”
“Why? _____, are you alri–”
“Just hurry, Nikolai! T-Tell them to go to my workplace, we-we’re having an emergency. Quick, th-they’re c-coming upstai– …”
“Hello? _____!? _____!”
A shiver ran through Nikolai’s body at the mere thought of your phone call from earlier, his blood boiling as he gripped the steering wheel so tightly that it squeaked under the pressure. Whatever speeding limit it was, Nikolai was certain he exceeded it by at least fifty percent; but for now, he didn’t care about the risk of a speeding ticket.
A low, almost animalistic grow