𝅨𝅨 𝕾𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 。
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𝅨𝅨 𝕾𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 。
@whimswraith.bsky.social

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⠀⠀⠀ ꒱࿐ ˚ 𝑶͟𝑵͟𝑬 DRAWS HIS WEAPON , ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HE'S SO DYING TO PLAY .

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was it too boring for him ? unsatisfying ? or does he still have a weak spot , unable to end it all ? that is something only he knows . and only what he will keep to himself . )
May 27, 2025 at 5:14 AM
don't think of this as anything . it has no meaning .

( and what exactly did he mean by that ? probably the fact that ... after landing a second hit on her , that he simply turned around .

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May 27, 2025 at 5:14 AM
( but then , he stills — almost like time stands still . a moment of consideration , it appears . )

... you don't get to decide when it's your time to fall . you don't get to decide who will get peace and who doesn't — you are not the one who decides anymore .

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May 27, 2025 at 5:14 AM
( and once more , the blunt tail of the weapon swings with cruel precision . CRACK—! The hit lands across her side — hard . not enough to knock her down completely , but enough to make her collapse to a knee with a cry of pain . )

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May 27, 2025 at 5:14 AM
something he gave up on along with the last bit of light this world has offered him — but also took away from him . )

( slowly , he steps forward . one step . another . until the shattered music box lies between them — broken like they both were . )

if I was still him …

… i’d let you go .

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May 27, 2025 at 5:14 AM
like he’s seeing a ghost .
like he’s seeing * ( her ) — as his old self , who would cling into that version of her . the innocent , too perfect , poor , pitiful natalie ... )

( * ( peace ) . what a strange thing to offer him . something he’d stopped believing ,

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May 27, 2025 at 5:14 AM
things were never going to be different … not for us .

i should've put you to rest ... on that night ... i should have ended it all back then .
May 26, 2025 at 9:44 PM
you think * ( sorry ) will fix the scars ? what , did you have a clown for breakfast ? i won't fall for your lies anymore ! no more tricks ! i have learned , you hear me ⁉️

( he moves . not charging — but walking . steady . )

“ if things were different ” … keh …

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May 26, 2025 at 9:44 PM
you have no idea about the things i did for you — was willing to do for you ‼️ NONE OF YOU ! NO ONE ! NOT ONE SINGLE ONE OF YOU ...

( he SLAMS the rocket down beside him , the sound echoing like a gunshot . the rocket’s engine wheezes in protest , flickering . )

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May 26, 2025 at 9:44 PM
KEHEHEHEHE—!!

( he laughs again , but it’s not joy . it’s mockery . ragged . fractured . )

after everything—
after the lies ,
after the show ,
after you ran and left me — you took what you needed and ran with it , and me ? i was left behind .

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May 26, 2025 at 9:44 PM
his fingers twitch around the rocket's handle . his breath rattles in his chest . the rage doesn’t vanish — but it twists . sharp . bitter . )

... you’re sorry?

( the voice is quieter. too quiet . )

( then— )

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May 26, 2025 at 9:44 PM
// i adore that little silly squishy 🤲❤️❤️❤️❤️
May 26, 2025 at 9:28 PM
but it's my time to pay you back ... for all the time * ( YOU ) used me ... * ( YOU ) CREATED THIS , ALL OF IT ‼️ EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU DID !
May 26, 2025 at 3:48 PM
his head snaps up , breath steaming from beneath the mask . )

natalie ... oh , sweet , beautiful natalie ...
a rose with thorns — so delicate yet it hurts to touch ... keeheehee ... you always had them , those thorns ... and how they hurt — and you knew it ...

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May 26, 2025 at 3:48 PM
bouncing off with a sickening clang as he aims to catch her by the legs with the rocket’s blunt tail in a sweeping strike . )

( whether or not he hits — he’s not stopping . he tumbles from the momentum , rolling once , then slamming his fist into the dirt to steady himself .

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May 26, 2025 at 3:48 PM
i found you ! i found you again , little rabbit ! run — run , run , RUN ‼️ ~

( the rocket spins — WHIP-CRACK! — he redirects , coming in from a harsh , sharp angle with brutal precision . and yet his figure collides with the edge of the wall ,

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May 26, 2025 at 3:48 PM
( the rocket blasts — and once more , he is on the run . steam trailing behind him like the veil of a ghost , his form blurring in motion . he spots her , just past the edge of the vaulting wall , fleeing with desperation in her steps . his gloved hands grip tight . )

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May 26, 2025 at 3:48 PM
( he lurches forward , chasing the faintest sound , the faintest trail — anything that might lead to his little , fragile prey . )

May 24, 2025 at 2:05 PM
( with a sudden , sharp twist , he slams the music box into the ground , silence snapping like a trap . the rocket hums back to life , a sinister growl breaking the stillness . )

come out , come out , wherever you are …

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May 24, 2025 at 2:05 PM
… you think that little toy can save you , rabbit ?

( he stares down at the box , then up toward the shadowed window where she vanished . )

this game … it’s never over until * ( I ) say so .
i am the one who is leading this performance ! ME !

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May 24, 2025 at 2:05 PM