Memories :: Chapter 3 (SMS)
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mindcrackloveAnd so I bring to you chapter 3! I said it would be posted regularly. I'm trying!
I have an ending in mind and I'm excited to get these out so you guys won't go crazy. I know I'm going crazy and I already know what's going to happen. So yeah. Also, mention of blood but I really don't think it's that descriptive so I decided not to put a warning tag for it. :P
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ENJOY!
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He ran through the halls, the amount of creepers, skeletons, and zombies seemingly increasing. He tried to run as fast as he could, but it was as if a heavy weight was holding him down. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and something wet seep through his shirt and down his shoulder. Another pain sprouted in his right calf, causing him to fall over.
The pain clawed at him and made his vision blurry. All of a sudden he saw a pair of bone white feet stand by his head, and the owner of those feet shot another arrow, getting a nice shot at his ear. He felt blood collecting on the stone floor, and he started getting real dizzy, and his vision began to fade as he heard a deafening hiss, and a loud BOOM. His world turned blinding white, then faded to red and quickly changed back to black, and there was nothing.
Kurt shot up out of his bed wide awake, his forehead collecting drops of sweat. He took a second to get his breathing back to normal, and laid back down on his bed.
As he laid down and stretched out, his hand bumped into something. He looked to his side to see Zisteau next to him, passed out. Kurt needed to get out of bed and move to the couch, thinking that Zed could wake up at anytime and notice that he was next to Kurt, and would get freaked out. But Kurt looked at Zisteau, and he decided that he didn’t care. He didn’t want to wake Zed up anyway.
Kurt situated himself so he could get comfy without bothering Zisteau. He tried to fall back asleep, but after waking up so suddenly he didn’t see how he could even think about sleeping. So he opened up his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the events that happened in the last few… hours? Days? He wasn’t entirely sure how long he was actually underground; to him it felt like an eternity.
‘Well, at least Zisteau’s safe.’ he thought to himself, and at that he turned his body to face Z again. He was still fast asleep, and Kurt wondered if he was passed out, or in a coma or something. He decided to test it his theory.
Kurt poked Zisteau in the arm. No response. He poked him again, but really hard. Still, Zisteau didn’t stir. As a final test, Kurt put both his hands on Zisteau’s shoulders and shook him. Even after that, Zisteau didn’t move.
‘Oh God, he’s in a coma. Will he be alright?’ Kurt suddenly felt concerned. He didn’t know much about it, so he wondered if Zisteau would ever wake up. Now worried, he put both arms around Zisteau, giving him a hug and setting his head on Zisteau’s shoulder. This close, he could hear Zed’s breathing, and he changed his own breathing to match his.
He knew it was awkward. Like, really awkward. But he didn’t care. If Zisteau never woke up, he would regret never saying anything about having feelings for him. And he wouldn’t know if Zisteau felt the same way back. So somehow, hugging him made Kurt feel comforted, in a sense.
He also felt oddly protective. He didn’t know who did this to Zisteau; who put him in a coma in the first place. But whoever it was, oh, and he was going to figure out, well they were they going to be put through hell.
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As soon as Vechs noticed that Zisteau was gone, he knew exactly who it was. His only question was, how? How in the world had he found him so quick? Vechs specifically designed the hallways to be confusing, but Kurt had gone through them, just like that.
‘Well, damn. I wonder how he’d do in a Super Hostile map.’
Vechs needed to come up with a plan to get his pigderp back. He didn’t want to just flat-out go to Kurt’s house, or wherever he was keeping Zisteau, and take him. Doing that he risked getting caught. Vechs sat on his bed, and brainstormed ideas.
Unfortunately, his mind wandered easily. He stopped thinking about getting Zisteau back, and thought more about Zisteau himself. As of right now, he was still passed out and probably laying down in Kurt’s house on his couch or something. But then Vechs remembered something- Zisteau had been passed out for a while. He could probably wake up on his own now, and him now possessing the AI of a pigman wouldn’t remember anything. Including Kurt.
This made Vechs chuckle. Maybe he could spy on the two and watch Kurt slowly realize that his dear Zisteau not remember him. Then, when Kurt was too sad and confused to bother anyone, Vechs could easily make Zisteau follow him back to the labyrinth. Then they could have all the fun they wanted.
Vechs giggled, and got up to head out of his room, and navigated his way to the exit of the maze. Oh, this was going to be fun.
=-=-=-=-=-=FANCYLINEBREAK=-=-=-=-=-=
It was now morning, and sun peeked through the shutters on Kurt’s windows. He was already up, brewing some coffee in the kitchen. This time, he made a little extra of the stuff, just in case a certain someone woke up anytime soon.
Once his coffee was finished brewing, he poured himself a cup and headed towards his bedroom. As he walked in, he looked at the bed in the center of the room to find Zisteau, still sleeping like a rock. Kurt was a bit disappointed, and he sat in one of the chairs on the other side of the room, setting his blue ‘Far Lands or Bust!’ coffee mug on his lap.
That’s when he finally noticed he was still in his clothes from the day before. He had already taken off his beige coat before he fell asleep, but he was still dressed in his navy blue suit. He wanted to change, but Zisteau was still in the room. ‘Oh, what are the chances he’ll wake up at this exact moment?’ he thought to himself. So he got up and walked to his dark wooden dresser back near the door.
He placed his coffee on the top of the tall dresser. He then unbuttoned his suit’s top, and threw it on the floor. All he had on now for a top was a white undershirt, which revealed his tattoo sleeve. Not many people knew he had tattoos, mainly because he almost always wore long sleeves. He thought it was pretty cool though, as if it was like a different side of him- let’s face it, not many people would guess that he would have not just one, but a full sleeve of tattoos.
He took off the rest of his suit, leaving him in only his undershirt and boxer shorts. He reached up to open the top shelf of his dresser, where he kept his t-shirts. But, clumsy Kurt, his hand knocked into his coffee mug, sending it plummeting towards the floor.
“Oh, fudge!” he yelled, but his speech was drowned out by the sound of breaking glass. He looked down at the mess on the floor and frowned, but he quickly looked up when he heard the squeaking of his old mattress. He turned and saw Zisteau, eyes wide open and breathing hard.
“Zisteau you’re awake!” Kurt exclaimed, and he smiled for the first time since the ABBA match- oh, that seemed like such a long time ago. But then he realized what he probably looked like- he was still in his boxer shorts and undershirt. His cheeks quickly turned bright red.
“Uh, um.. I can explain.” Kurt covered up. But Zisteau just stared at his face, still seemingly in shock because of the coffee mug.
“Uh, Zisteau? Hello?” Kurt asked. By know, Zed would have probably came up with some sort of witty response. He shrugged it off. “Hold on one second,” he quickly said as he grabbed a t-shirt and shorts from his dresser and quickly ran off.
Kurt ran into the bathroom to change, and he looked at himself in the mirror as he changed. His cheeks were still dusted with a pinkish-red glow. That was probably one of the most embarrassing things that’s ever happened to him. Ever. He finished changing and walked out to the kitchen to see Zisteau walking out at the same time.
“Oh, hey Zisteau! Umm...” Kurt said with a shaking voice, knowing he would get ripped apart with Zisteau’s smart remarks about seeing him in his boxers.
Which is why he was surprised when Zisteau said nothing. At all. He just looked up at Kurt with a blank stare.
“Zed.” Nothing. “Zisteau?” Still nothing.
Kurt raised an eyebrow, as Zisteau stood staring aimlessly back at him.
“Okay, it was funny the first time, but seriously, are you alright Zisteau?” Kurt suddenly felt alarmed, maybe something terrible had happened, something he didn’t even want to think about.
It was as if an actual pigman was standing in his house. Zisteau didn’t seem to be himself.
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AHHHHHHH.
Oh I'm so sorry I ended it there pleasedon'tkillmeeeee.
And hey, TIL how to do italics! Yisss
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Please tell me of dumb spelling mistakes and stuff <3
I have an ending in mind and I'm excited to get these out so you guys won't go crazy. I know I'm going crazy and I already know what's going to happen. So yeah. Also, mention of blood but I really don't think it's that descriptive so I decided not to put a warning tag for it. :P
Previous: http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/857637.html
Next: Working on it! :)
ENJOY!
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He ran through the halls, the amount of creepers, skeletons, and zombies seemingly increasing. He tried to run as fast as he could, but it was as if a heavy weight was holding him down. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and something wet seep through his shirt and down his shoulder. Another pain sprouted in his right calf, causing him to fall over.
The pain clawed at him and made his vision blurry. All of a sudden he saw a pair of bone white feet stand by his head, and the owner of those feet shot another arrow, getting a nice shot at his ear. He felt blood collecting on the stone floor, and he started getting real dizzy, and his vision began to fade as he heard a deafening hiss, and a loud BOOM. His world turned blinding white, then faded to red and quickly changed back to black, and there was nothing.
Kurt shot up out of his bed wide awake, his forehead collecting drops of sweat. He took a second to get his breathing back to normal, and laid back down on his bed.
As he laid down and stretched out, his hand bumped into something. He looked to his side to see Zisteau next to him, passed out. Kurt needed to get out of bed and move to the couch, thinking that Zed could wake up at anytime and notice that he was next to Kurt, and would get freaked out. But Kurt looked at Zisteau, and he decided that he didn’t care. He didn’t want to wake Zed up anyway.
Kurt situated himself so he could get comfy without bothering Zisteau. He tried to fall back asleep, but after waking up so suddenly he didn’t see how he could even think about sleeping. So he opened up his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the events that happened in the last few… hours? Days? He wasn’t entirely sure how long he was actually underground; to him it felt like an eternity.
‘Well, at least Zisteau’s safe.’ he thought to himself, and at that he turned his body to face Z again. He was still fast asleep, and Kurt wondered if he was passed out, or in a coma or something. He decided to test it his theory.
Kurt poked Zisteau in the arm. No response. He poked him again, but really hard. Still, Zisteau didn’t stir. As a final test, Kurt put both his hands on Zisteau’s shoulders and shook him. Even after that, Zisteau didn’t move.
‘Oh God, he’s in a coma. Will he be alright?’ Kurt suddenly felt concerned. He didn’t know much about it, so he wondered if Zisteau would ever wake up. Now worried, he put both arms around Zisteau, giving him a hug and setting his head on Zisteau’s shoulder. This close, he could hear Zed’s breathing, and he changed his own breathing to match his.
He knew it was awkward. Like, really awkward. But he didn’t care. If Zisteau never woke up, he would regret never saying anything about having feelings for him. And he wouldn’t know if Zisteau felt the same way back. So somehow, hugging him made Kurt feel comforted, in a sense.
He also felt oddly protective. He didn’t know who did this to Zisteau; who put him in a coma in the first place. But whoever it was, oh, and he was going to figure out, well they were they going to be put through hell.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=FANCYLINEBREAK=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
As soon as Vechs noticed that Zisteau was gone, he knew exactly who it was. His only question was, how? How in the world had he found him so quick? Vechs specifically designed the hallways to be confusing, but Kurt had gone through them, just like that.
‘Well, damn. I wonder how he’d do in a Super Hostile map.’
Vechs needed to come up with a plan to get his pigderp back. He didn’t want to just flat-out go to Kurt’s house, or wherever he was keeping Zisteau, and take him. Doing that he risked getting caught. Vechs sat on his bed, and brainstormed ideas.
Unfortunately, his mind wandered easily. He stopped thinking about getting Zisteau back, and thought more about Zisteau himself. As of right now, he was still passed out and probably laying down in Kurt’s house on his couch or something. But then Vechs remembered something- Zisteau had been passed out for a while. He could probably wake up on his own now, and him now possessing the AI of a pigman wouldn’t remember anything. Including Kurt.
This made Vechs chuckle. Maybe he could spy on the two and watch Kurt slowly realize that his dear Zisteau not remember him. Then, when Kurt was too sad and confused to bother anyone, Vechs could easily make Zisteau follow him back to the labyrinth. Then they could have all the fun they wanted.
Vechs giggled, and got up to head out of his room, and navigated his way to the exit of the maze. Oh, this was going to be fun.
=-=-=-=-=-=FANCYLINEBREAK=-=-=-=-=-=
It was now morning, and sun peeked through the shutters on Kurt’s windows. He was already up, brewing some coffee in the kitchen. This time, he made a little extra of the stuff, just in case a certain someone woke up anytime soon.
Once his coffee was finished brewing, he poured himself a cup and headed towards his bedroom. As he walked in, he looked at the bed in the center of the room to find Zisteau, still sleeping like a rock. Kurt was a bit disappointed, and he sat in one of the chairs on the other side of the room, setting his blue ‘Far Lands or Bust!’ coffee mug on his lap.
That’s when he finally noticed he was still in his clothes from the day before. He had already taken off his beige coat before he fell asleep, but he was still dressed in his navy blue suit. He wanted to change, but Zisteau was still in the room. ‘Oh, what are the chances he’ll wake up at this exact moment?’ he thought to himself. So he got up and walked to his dark wooden dresser back near the door.
He placed his coffee on the top of the tall dresser. He then unbuttoned his suit’s top, and threw it on the floor. All he had on now for a top was a white undershirt, which revealed his tattoo sleeve. Not many people knew he had tattoos, mainly because he almost always wore long sleeves. He thought it was pretty cool though, as if it was like a different side of him- let’s face it, not many people would guess that he would have not just one, but a full sleeve of tattoos.
He took off the rest of his suit, leaving him in only his undershirt and boxer shorts. He reached up to open the top shelf of his dresser, where he kept his t-shirts. But, clumsy Kurt, his hand knocked into his coffee mug, sending it plummeting towards the floor.
“Oh, fudge!” he yelled, but his speech was drowned out by the sound of breaking glass. He looked down at the mess on the floor and frowned, but he quickly looked up when he heard the squeaking of his old mattress. He turned and saw Zisteau, eyes wide open and breathing hard.
“Zisteau you’re awake!” Kurt exclaimed, and he smiled for the first time since the ABBA match- oh, that seemed like such a long time ago. But then he realized what he probably looked like- he was still in his boxer shorts and undershirt. His cheeks quickly turned bright red.
“Uh, um.. I can explain.” Kurt covered up. But Zisteau just stared at his face, still seemingly in shock because of the coffee mug.
“Uh, Zisteau? Hello?” Kurt asked. By know, Zed would have probably came up with some sort of witty response. He shrugged it off. “Hold on one second,” he quickly said as he grabbed a t-shirt and shorts from his dresser and quickly ran off.
Kurt ran into the bathroom to change, and he looked at himself in the mirror as he changed. His cheeks were still dusted with a pinkish-red glow. That was probably one of the most embarrassing things that’s ever happened to him. Ever. He finished changing and walked out to the kitchen to see Zisteau walking out at the same time.
“Oh, hey Zisteau! Umm...” Kurt said with a shaking voice, knowing he would get ripped apart with Zisteau’s smart remarks about seeing him in his boxers.
Which is why he was surprised when Zisteau said nothing. At all. He just looked up at Kurt with a blank stare.
“Zed.” Nothing. “Zisteau?” Still nothing.
Kurt raised an eyebrow, as Zisteau stood staring aimlessly back at him.
“Okay, it was funny the first time, but seriously, are you alright Zisteau?” Kurt suddenly felt alarmed, maybe something terrible had happened, something he didn’t even want to think about.
It was as if an actual pigman was standing in his house. Zisteau didn’t seem to be himself.
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AHHHHHHH.
Oh I'm so sorry I ended it there pleasedon'tkillmeeeee.
And hey, TIL how to do italics! Yisss
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Please tell me of dumb spelling mistakes and stuff <3
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Date: Saturday, September 27th, 2014 09:07 pm (UTC)Also I think I understand the title now
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Date: Saturday, September 27th, 2014 09:17 pm (UTC)And yes, the title was kind of made up in like 5 seconds so sorry for total cliché-ness. But yeah.
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Date: Saturday, September 27th, 2014 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, September 27th, 2014 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, September 27th, 2014 09:32 pm (UTC)And hey, take your time! Quality over quantity! :3
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Date: Saturday, September 27th, 2014 09:43 pm (UTC)And thanks, that's what I'm trying to go for! This story is like my baby now, better make it good :D