suicidalness, gary typical evilness, bad writing!!
Bully, Gary evil yap, opening of scene
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Fifteen minutes. How much could he do in fifteen minutes?
Gary was actually quite certain he could do a fair amount. But not in here, never here, stuck in this classroom. This classroom, Mister Hattrick’s classroom. It wasn’t even the funnest part, if there even was one, where Gary got to show off his genius to his idiot classmates. The teacher was just running his mouth about concepts he was very familiar with already.
He could get a gun. Actually, no, he couldn't get a gun. Not because he had any concern for the morality of shooting people down, it's just that the nearest gun store wasn't in range of his bike in those fifteen minutes he had given himself.
Fifteen minutes. Why fifteen minutes? Because Gary didn't want to stick around any longer than that, he had decided in the last few seconds.
Well, not the last few seconds. He chewed at the tip of his pen, right at the red eraser. He'd already gone to Happy Volts once for a failed attempt. But this time he's going to make it.
so... i've not played bully yet. alright???? it's definitely a game of all time. and i still haven't finished rdr2... geulp.. did i tell yuou about the rdr2 fic i wanted to do of Jamie Gillis getting in the fucking cult??? i dont think i have. but yeah, prolly inaccurate, but i'm gay and if you don't like it you're homophobic.
ALSO: alright guys, i've reworked the etnire darkwood thing below, so i hope you weren't too attached. this was hangin here for two months so... anyways, i published it. same idea just very different.
ANGST, DRUG ABUSE, LOADS OF STRANGER HEADCANONS!
Darkwood drabble, scene #1
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The man rolled up his sleeve, gazing down at his pale, flaky white skin. The tattered fabric tensed under his hand, threatening to rip right off. He took a deep breath. He knew exactly what he was doing.
As the stranger poured the concoction of essence he boiled on the stove into a needle, after purifying it, of course, he had a nagging thought at the back of his mind that at least he can do this without judgement. He bit on the inside of his scarf, chewing it as he tried to push it away.
His wife’s words still rang in his head. That fateful argument on that all too fateful day, a day he could’ve spent committing his sad life to mind before venturing deep into the forest to never return. He’d come to terms with it already, but a dark pit of guilt still resided in his chest.
What would she say? Would she call his work to check where he is? Will she ask the authorities to search for her junkie of a husband? Will she shed tears for him when he doesn’t return? He shut his eyes tight, and hoped to any god who’d listen she would forget him as fast as possible.
The needle faced him when he opened his eyes challengingly. If there was any hope left, it was lost the moment the doctor injected him with the contents of the forest. He might as well use it to his advantage.
With a gleam of the needle, the stranger plunged it into the skin of his forearm. White hot pain flashed through him, and he could’ve sworn he staggered back. He felt the crash of something against his back, whether it was him making contact with the floor or the wall or anything else, and he blacked out.
this one was a doozy! i'm definitely finishing this one (making it into a full story) and i'm quite excited about it! i'm going to make it hurt comfort with the trader... giggle emoji... o// for all of you that came from ao3!!