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Deepest
Imagine somehow getting down below the sea past the point where light can reach. You have on a suit that will keep you alive but nothing attached to bring you back up. Darkness below. Darkness above. It's everywhere. The light of the surface and shallow waters fades from your memory more with each passing moment that you are sinking. You can almost feel this new oblivion seeping through your suit and into your skin, the darkness so absolute and unending that you can feel your very soul being permeated by the deep, black nothing. You take some deep breaths, closing your eyes and counting to ten. There is no difference between eyes open and closed, but it still makes you feel just a little bit better.
Just when you think you've finally calmed down from the initial unnerve of being down here, you feel it. At first just a pressure. A light presence in the water, perhaps it's nothing. Then it touches you. You'd almost forgotten you had a leg until you feel something solid slide against you.
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Froslass
There are those who would say that Ana was the most beautiful woman in all the village. Sky-blue eyes with rings of light honey gold surrounding the edges, skin as smooth and flawless as the deepest undisturbed water, hair like the finest of silk, and a delicacy about her that would leave all other women watching in envy as she performed the most menial tasks as if they were an elegant dance. However, her warm and inviting looks hid the secret of her; she had a truly hideous personality.
Every morning she would awaken and spend hours admiring herself in the mirror, brushing her hair and reveling in her own beauty. “Any man would be a fool to think themselves worthy of me” she would laugh to herself. Ana was sought after by men and women of every surrounding village, tales of her beauty spreading further with every change of the wind. She would act as though she were interested in the attractive men while outright laughing at the women and sending them home in shame. Every m
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A Wonderful Nightmare by YouMissedSomething A Wonderful Nightmare :iconyoumissedsomething:YouMissedSomething 2 1 These Marvelous Horrors by YouMissedSomething These Marvelous Horrors :iconyoumissedsomething:YouMissedSomething 3 1 How many golf balls can a Crocodile's mouth hold? by YouMissedSomething How many golf balls can a Crocodile's mouth hold? :iconyoumissedsomething:YouMissedSomething 2 0 Scaretober day 11: Hold this by YouMissedSomething Scaretober day 11: Hold this :iconyoumissedsomething:YouMissedSomething 2 3
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Scaretober day 5: Ginny's Dolly (Story 2)
A drip of red fell from the man's knife, pattering against the soft fabric of the discarded toy. The man sighed and used the camera he'd taken out with the blade to snap a few pictures, even including his hand petting her hair in one or two shots. All while the doll's vacant black eyes stared up, blood seeping into the porous fabric to stain it.
The man sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve, poking the girl with the tip of the knife a few times before roughly grabbing the corpse by her hair and throwing her to the ground. The body lay unmoving on the ground, body barely having any more blood to pool on the rug.
He sniffed again before turning and crawling back through the window just as he had come in. The doll's eyes had been turned to face Ginny's body, dark eyes watching her. The eyes that had seen Ginny when she had bad dreams and when she had skinned her knee, the eyes that had been present when her goldfish was buried in the backyard and her mother bought Ginny a beta fish, th
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Scaretober day 4: Ginny's Dolly (Picture 2) by YouMissedSomething Scaretober day 4: Ginny's Dolly (Picture 2) :iconyoumissedsomething:YouMissedSomething 2 5
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Scaretober day 3: Ginny's Dolly (Story 1)
"And if that cart don't pull you 'round, you'll still be the sweetest baby in town..."
Aiyanna Davis finished singing the lullaby to her four year old daughter, Ginny, whom she had tucked in for the night. The little girl giggled at the end, eyes barely able to hold open as they blinked slowly. "Promise that you'll stay in bed tonight?" The mother whispered, brushing unruly black hair from her daughter's forehead. Ginny had a habit of staying up late and getting out of bed for silly little four-year-old reasons. She needed yet another glass of water, her bed sheet were wrinkled, she wanted a bedtime story, all the usual reasons.
Ginny acted like she was thinking long and hard for a moment, bottom lip sticking out before she nodded. "Yeth mommy, pwomith" she lisped with a smile.
"There's my good girl..." Aiyanna whispered, kissing Ginny's forehead and reaching to the bedside table to grab her daughter's doll. They had found it at a yard sale a few months back, and since then Ginny had s
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Scare-Tober warmup: Squirrel
I swear, I didn’t mean to do it at first.
It was an accident, a slip of the foot that lead me tumbling down the hill to hit against a tree. Just my leg connected thankfully, but still.
At first I hadn’t heard it over the sound of Mother running down the hill calling to me to see if I was alright. I didn’t hear it when I was crying to myself because my little 8 year old self didn’t understand that I wasn’t dying. I didn’t even hear it when my mother was comforting me and looking at my leg as I sniffled loudly.
The first time I heard the desperate, pained squeaking was when my mother was doing some breathing exercises with me to help me calm down so we could get back to the house. We were both holding our breath for a moment so I would stop hyperventilating when the pitiful sound came from a few feet away. I looked over, and Mother frowned. It seemed that when I hit the tree, I had also caught a squirrel that was just above the ground on the trunk. The
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Aliases also includes: EJ, Adri, Jumping Jacks/Jittery Jack, Vincent, Purple, Purps, Zero, Crow, Krek, Cries, Temp, "Mega-Me", and (By my psychology teacher in 8th grade I kid you not) Galactus: Destroyer of Worlds and Devourer of Souls (I signed every one of my psych papers as that as a joke but he started calling me it with a completely straight face like that had always been my name. He's a pretty cool guy).
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My baby gecko Gigabyte is currently dying while I cradle him in one hand. Nice prelude to valentines day, isn't it?
Imagine somehow getting down below the sea past the point where light can reach. You have on a suit that will keep you alive but nothing attached to bring you back up. Darkness below. Darkness above. It's everywhere. The light of the surface and shallow waters fades from your memory more with each passing moment that you are sinking. You can almost feel this new oblivion seeping through your suit and into your skin, the darkness so absolute and unending that you can feel your very soul being permeated by the deep, black nothing. You take some deep breaths, closing your eyes and counting to ten. There is no difference between eyes open and closed, but it still makes you feel just a little bit better.

Just when you think you've finally calmed down from the initial unnerve of being down here, you feel it. At first just a pressure. A light presence in the water, perhaps it's nothing. Then it touches you. You'd almost forgotten you had a leg until you feel something solid slide against you. How big was it? Just a fish? Maybe a rock? How far down are you? Then, it's against your arm. Feeling. Pressing. Lingering. Searching. You freeze up, unable to move. Suddenly the water and dark and depth are so much more crushing, more deep, more FINAL. The need for light and air has never been more desperate than it is right now. Why are you here? Why did you come down to this forsaken place?!

As you begin to flail your arms in desperation and kick your feet to try and claw your way back to the sun, you feel like you can hear all those who have sunken to the bottom of this forsaken place, as if all their blackened corpses are crying out for sunlight, air, for a relief of the pressure that has entombed them, guarded by some creature that you feel circling around you but cannot see. The light isn't coming no matter how much your fingers claw and tear at the water. Are you sinking or rising? How far are you into this abyss? Desperate questions rip through your mind like a violent tide, carrying fears you thought you had left behind long ago in your childhood. Fears of the dark, of what could be hiding there, or what things you have not yet imagined. All of it is rushing back to you. Then, right as you're teetering on the brink of madness, you feel something through your suit. Every thought freezes in your skull, making room for processing what it is you're feeling. Your blood turns to ice when it registers.

There is a hand grabbing your ankle.
There are those who would say that Ana was the most beautiful woman in all the village. Sky-blue eyes with rings of light honey gold surrounding the edges, skin as smooth and flawless as the deepest undisturbed water, hair like the finest of silk, and a delicacy about her that would leave all other women watching in envy as she performed the most menial tasks as if they were an elegant dance. However, her warm and inviting looks hid the secret of her; she had a truly hideous personality.


Every morning she would awaken and spend hours admiring herself in the mirror, brushing her hair and reveling in her own beauty. “Any man would be a fool to think themselves worthy of me” she would laugh to herself. Ana was sought after by men and women of every surrounding village, tales of her beauty spreading further with every change of the wind. She would act as though she were interested in the attractive men while outright laughing at the women and sending them home in shame. Every man she claimed was worthy of courting her reacted with the same glee and promise to make her happy enough to stay with her.


Ana would lead the men on for days, demanding they take her on the most extravagant of dates. She would order them to bring her the most elegant pokemon of all, keeping all pokemon she acquired as trophies. Men who weren’t driven away by her rotten behavior would find themselves hopelessly in love only to have their hearts broken upon finding her with another man once she tired of their company.


Her cycle of humiliation and heartbreak continued for years, and Ana never tired of the game.


Then, on a day with no breeze, a man from a far away town came to see her. He claimed to have heard about her from a far off land and had wanted to see her beauty for himself. The man said that he was known in his village for being the most handsome man, and knew of her struggles to find somebody worthy of her companionship. Ana was excited at this, as the stranger was indeed incredibly handsome. What fun I will have, making him see how superior I am to him! she thought deviously, accepting his offer of courtship. The man did not react as the others. Instead of the joy that Ana had grown accustomed to, he simply nodded and told her that he would come get her in a day’s time for a journey he assured would change her life.


Ana agreed, still taken in by the stranger’s beauty and her own eagerness to show her superiority over a man so handsome.


The next morning Ana brushed her hair and donned the most flattering kimono she owned. Upon seeing herself in the mirror she laughed again. “I will send him home in humiliation, and the men in his village wishing to outdo him will inevitably come to me for the same fate! This trip will indeed be life changing for both of us!”


In the evening, the man arrived at her home, riding atop a rapidash. Ana was in wonder, having no rapidash in her collection despite the number of men who had attempted to court her. Entranced by the sight she allowed the man to help her onto the back of the rapidash. Once both were on board, the man steered the rapidash towards the mountains. Clouds rolled in the distance.


It wasn’t until they were climbing the mountain, kept warm by the flames of the rapidash, that Ana spoke up and demanded to know where they were going. The man only turned to look at her and smiled as the air grew colder. “How many have you given the cold shoulder, Ana?” He asked. Ana was left speechless, fear beginning to brew in her stomach. But she did not ask to be taken back, too intent on proving herself superior to the man.


This was a mistake.


They reached a cave near the top where monstrous icicles hung from the opening, dangling down towards the earth. A thin dusting of snow had begun to fall, turning the air all the colder around them. The rapidash stopped in front of the cave.


After several moments of silence the man turned to face her. “This will change your life, Ana. As it will change the lives of many men and women who have heard of you.”


The people from Ana’s town watched to the mountain as snow fell more and more heavily. Some would whisper that they thought they saw the flames of the rapidash descending the mountain, but by nightfall Ana and the man had still not returned to the village from the journey. The lights from the rapidash could not be seen through the snowstorm in the night, though after many days they were seen returning back up the mountain but never coming back down.


Curiosity turned to concern, concern turned to fear, fear turned to searches, searches turned to distraction, and distraction turned to forgetfulness.


Years later, after Ana’s pokemon had been collected and given new trainers or freed and her home had long been abandoned, another man appeared in search of the woman. He had heard of the disappearance and was intent on discovering the truth of what had become of her.


After asking about her to the older members of the village, he heard of her final date and made for the mountains. He climbed higher than any search party had dared, venturing up to the top where he discovered a cave with icicles hanging to the ground. The man decided to rest in the cave for a bit before climbing down the opposite side in search of anything that may have been left behind by either the man or Ana. He found something very different instead.


Just around a bend in the cave as he wandered back in search of warmth, he stopped. There before him lay a room with ice shining in the light from a hole in the ceiling. The walls were lined with pokemon frozen in blocks, each creature in varying states. Some had obviously been frozen fighting, while others looked to be in a peaceful sleep. But in the center of the room, directly beneath the light as if on display, were two blocks of ice.


A rapidash, its flames long extinguished, and a man with the handsomest face he’d laid eyes on.


The searcher did not realize he was being watched until he felt an ice-cold hand resting on his lower arm. He turned in time to meet a froslass, who stared up at him with what could only be smugness. It was as if she were saying to him ‘see what I’ve done? Do you like my decorations?’


He swallowed, knowing exactly what his fate would be. As his very life was drained from him and ice crept up his arm, the man was stuck staring at the creature.


Skin flawless as a frozen pond, and eyes blue as the sky with light honey gold surrounding them.
Froslass
Idea I had after hearing froslass on a top terrifying pokemon list. Not very good I know, but eh, whatever. I had an idea that I wanted out of my head to get some creative juices flowing.
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So my computer decided "Hey, you know what would be a fun thing? To restart for updates right in the middle of when YMS is one line away from finishing her scaretober drawing for today!"

So, unfortunately, tonight there will be no drawing. I may be able to get it tomorrow, but this weekend starting tomorrow (Friday) night I will be at a cabin with one of my friends and unable to post. I'll post two at a time until I'm caught up once I get back though. Sorry for the inconvenience (Lol I'm not important enough to be an inconvenience. Just disappointing to myself).

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Preferred gender pronouns: don't care, "he/she/they" is fine, my only line is calling me "it".

Not much to say here. I write, read, and have nightmares. Sometimes I write stories based on my nightmares, I actually made this account so that I could A) contact friends I meet online, and B) so I can post what I write. Perhaps then somebody can enjoy them.

I like to think that I am trustworthy, loyal, kind, and meek. I also suspect that there may be something very wrong with me but oh well. Nobody has managed to help me yet so why bother trying anymore, huh?

Anyways, I absolutely love talking with people online. That being said sometimes I need my space and to be truly alone for a little bit. And I think there's nothing wrong with that. But trust me when I say that I will never abandon a friend. I've been on the receiving end of that and wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy.

I have five siblings, of the six of us I am the second youngest. There are only two of us at home now, me and my younger sibling. The oldest is married, the second is just finishing up their teaching degree, the third is living on their own in town but we're lucky to see them on holidays, the one just above me is in their first year of college.

I wish they would just come home, but at the same time they constantly mock me for what I like to do and attempt to "bring me out of my comfort zone". They mean well, but one part of me just wants to lock myself away in a dark closet with a book, lamp, pencil, notebook, and never come out. The other part wants to cuddle on a couch with my friends.
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Please be okay...
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Hope you're at least okay..
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I hope you're feeling alright, darling.
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Hope you're okay... Miss you....
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Are you coming back..?
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I'M ON I'M ON I'M ON!!!!
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Hope you're feeling okay..
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Toby, seriously, this isn't funny.... Answer me, please...
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