[Drabbles]: Halloween 2014 Post
Genre/Rating: Horror, Deathfic/PG-13
Warning: Heavy character deaths, OOC
Characters: Arashi
Nyctophobia
WC:384
Aiba rushed into his room as soon as he turned off the lights and darkness took over. He couldn’t stand the darkness; he needed light and without it…
People called him crazy, paranoid even, for fearing the darkness. But no one understood him, not even his own family. It didn’t matter what everyone else was thinking, they didn’t know the fear: chills ran over his spine as he stared into the empty darkness before him, his hands were trembling uncontrollably as he held onto the door frame, and he was drowning in his own sweat.
No, he wasn’t in his right mind. Light was with him right now, and the darkness was of no more. Sighing in relief, he closed the door shut to keep the darkness from dominating him. The light was his sanctuary and his savior, his only guide in the darkness.
Once he was buried underneath his comforters, he laid still hoping that sleep will come. However it was difficult since he was too afraid to close his eyes. The darkness, even if the light was on, was there when he closed his eyes. His doctor had prescribed sleeping pills, but he refused to take them because he didn’t want the darkness to overcome him.
And he wished he should have instead when suddenly, all the lights had turned off. He panicked. He never knew what to do on blackouts and he hated it the most. If only his mom, or someone, was with him with light, it would be better. But there was no one to hold on to, no one to tell him that the light was in his heart.
He was too afraid to get up to search for a flashlight. He should have one besides his bed, but he keeps forgetting to put one there.
Then he heard it. A soft whispering laugh.
And everyone thought he was crazy.
His hands trembled as he brought his blankets up to his nose. He didn’t want it.
They whispered and it was all over. Aiba couldn’t tell where it was since he couldn’t see anything, but he knew they were there. He could hear them clear as day. However, when he blinked his eyes once more, he saw a face above him. Smiling evilly.
‘We got you now.’
Smile
WC: 283
Jun liked to smile. His mother told him that he looked beautiful and that everyone would fall for his charms. So he smiled. Smiled even when his family died in a tragic car accident. Smiled even when everyone left him. Smiled until by the end of the day, his cheeks hurt.
It was a normal day and Jun was smiling at everyone that had passed him. Until a man who smiled back at him approached him and asked him a question: “You like to smile a lot, am I correct?”
Jun nodded his head.
“Good,” the man’s smile widened. “Then follow me. I know just the place where everyone smiles.”
He couldn’t be more happier to follow the man. Finally, there were people who smiled as much as he…
“Follow me here,” the man said in a sweet voice as he walked into a dark room. “Everyone’s waiting.”
Jun followed, but the room was still so dark. He was about to ask the man to turn on the light when he heard a footstep behind him. “This won’t hurt one bit, I promise,” the man’s voice whispered and it was the last thing he heard before he fell unconscious on the hard floor…
“Are these real?” A woman asked the man standing besides a still-figure.
“Of course not,” the man grinned. “They are my finest wax work. And this one,” he pointed to a man standing still. He was smiling as if there was no tomorrow and he could tell the woman was captivated by his looks. “Is my latest work: Jun.”
“Oh,” the woman giggled. “If I were that figure’s mother, I would have told him his smile was charming.”
Snip-Snip
WC: 571
Ohno was exhausted from work. Today, he covered more than five hours of art back at the university. He never thought that being a young art professor would be so exhausting. Therefore he was glad that he didn’t drive to work today. Instead, he walked home. It was a long one, but he didn’t mind. Maybe he would find an inspiration for the class.
It was awfully dark and he wished there were more street lights. The darkness reminded him for rumors and stories he heard back in the university about the road home. But Ohno wasn’t afraid of anything, because rumors and stories are all fiction.
Truth be told, however, it was Ohno’s first time walking home. He had missed the last bus after his last class ended and by the time he got out of the university, there were no more buses. Or people, for that matter. He was alone. He couldn’t stand being alone, but he didn’t want to bother his friends who had families of their own. So he had no choice but to walk home by himself.
He didn’t know the walk was this long. He always thought that it was going to be a short walk. He wanted to be home as soon as possible, but it seems unlikely. All he wanted was a nice cup of cocoa, and then his warm comforters.
However, as he continued to walk the long road, he heard something behind him. It was soft, almost like a whisper, but when he turned around there was no one. Ohno shrugged. It must be his own imagination.
He continued, hoping to get home sooner until he heard the same noise again, except it was louder.
Snip… Snip-Snip...
Ohno stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath and turned around. There was no one but him and the darkness.
He turned around once again, and walked faster.
‘It’s said that if you walk alone by that road, you’d hear the sound of scissors going snip-snip.’ The words of the students echoed in his head as he walked faster and faster. It must be his imagination, for sure, because he was alone and it was dark so he couldn’t help but he paranoid.
Snip-snip...
‘And then…he--’ Ohno regretted stepping away from the students telling the story because he didn’t know what would happen next.
Snip-snip…
Ohno couldn’t stand it anymore. Fiction or not, he had to get home. He ran as fast as he could, as fast as his feet can allow him. So fast that he didn’t notice someone standing ahead and he bumped into this person.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I--”
Snip-snip…
He closed his mouth. He staggered back, his eyes wide when he saw the person in front of him holding a pair of huge scissors.
Snip-snip…
The person turned around and all Ohno could see were black, dark eyes. It appeared to be smiling before the man came at a fast speed and darkness completely took over…
The next day, news came about the whole university. It was said that a jogger found a body in the middle of the street the next morning, dismantled and scattered across the whole road. “Poor sensei,” a student murmured when she heard what had happened to her art professor. “He was such a nice man.”
Blue
WC: 482
Nino hated the sea that just the thought of it made him seasick. He shook his head of the thoughts afraid that he might just hurl on the spot.
After waving goodbye to his colleagues, he walked back home in hopes of a good night sleep. For some odd reason, he was unable to sleep peacefully these days. Sometimes, he would dream of being on a ghost ship. It must have belonged to a pirate since he saw a pirate flag, but that didn’t bother him at all. It was the sea that got to him. On some nights, he’d wake up drenched in sweat and there was the faint smell of salt water.
Nino scowled. He didn’t want to think about it at all. There must be something wrong with his head for having these weird dreams…
As soon as he got home, he dumped his bag and dragged his feet towards his room. He changed into something comfortable before flopping his exhausted body onto his bed. It was so warm and lovely and he could fall asleep right about now…
Nino woke up and it was that pirate dream again. Only this time, it felt real. Too real. He could feel the icy breeze of the sea, the floorboards creaking underneath his feet, and the ship swaying from side to side.
No…
He had to wake up. This must be a dream because he did not walk to a pirate ship, and he was sure pirate ships didn’t exist in the 21st century unless it was a movie set.
“Wake up!” He yelled. Unfortunately, he was still “asleep” when he opened his eyes.
“Throw him over!” A hoarse voice yelled from afar and Nino turned. He saw a pirate, it’s eyes hanging out of its socket.
He gasped in horror as he saw more pirates appearing out of thin air. They all yelled in excitement, their ghostly beings pushing Nino towards the side of the ship. He tried to tell them to stop as he kept looking back at them and the sea.
“Wake up!” He yelled to himself again, but it failed.
As the ghostly beings pushed him towards the edge, he felt his sides being constricted and saw that ropes binding itself around him. He struggled until his arms and sides hurt.
Once he was standing on the protruding plank, he begged for his life but the ghostly men all smiled wickedly and said: “The sea is nothing to fear of.” It was the last thing he heard before he was kicked off the plank…
Reports came in about a man cast ashore, his face blue in pure horror. They said he died from drowning, but they didn’t find anything on him but a rope tied around his body. A witness reported that they saw him last night, walking into the sea with his pajamas on.
Angel
WC: 457
Sho wasn’t religious, but he believed in angels. They were pure, magnificent beings and Sho adored them. People say his obsessions of angels were odd, but they only say that because they didn’t understand how amazing angels were.
At one point, when he bought over a friend, his friend teased him and mocked him of his collections of angels. He thought he could stand it, but his sanity broke when his friend took one and accidentally dropped it on the floor.
He was infuriated and he glared at his friend. He didn’t say anything and left him for a second, only to come back with a knife.
“You’re not pure,” Sho murmured. “You’ll never understand.”
And with a grin, he launched towards his friend…
That’s when it started, his obsession of creating real angels. Since that day, he knew that it was his job: to take out the pureness out of the world and turn them into angels. Day by day, he collected feathers from birds he killed, or from arts and crafts shops. After creating new sets of wings, he would head back out and invite people into his house. It wasn’t an easy job, but at least he gets to have his angels by the end…
He had just gotten another new angel in his collection and he was tired by the end of the day. After saying goodnight to everyone of his collection and the thousands of statues in his house, he crawled underneath his bed covers and closed his eyes. However, they opened back up when he heard the sound of wings flapping.
“You are not pure,” a voice said.
Sho turned to face the ceiling and saw blood-shot eyes staring at him. It looked like an angel, but it was darker and it didn’t smile like the statues he owned. “But I thought I am,” Sho said. “Haven’t I been doing a good job of that?”
“No,” the voice growled. “But you’re job is over. It’s my turn to take you.”
“What--” Sho was unable to say anything when the dark angel swept over him…
It took months to track the serial killer, but they finally found the house. They were able to recognize the missing people, but instead lied asleep in a forever slumber. Everyone said that the man was sick, even his neighbors, but they didn’t know that all along they lived besides a serial killer whose obsessions took control of him. Some say he deserved what happened to him, but some say that he was just a poor soul. His body was found among his collection of rotting bodies, posed an angel. Except he had horns on his head and his eyes were bloodshot red.
A/N: Happy Halloween. Sorry for all the deaths and I scared the crap out myself halfway while I was writing these. It feels good to write arashi fics again.
Warning: Heavy character deaths, OOC
Characters: Arashi
Nyctophobia
WC:384
Aiba rushed into his room as soon as he turned off the lights and darkness took over. He couldn’t stand the darkness; he needed light and without it…
People called him crazy, paranoid even, for fearing the darkness. But no one understood him, not even his own family. It didn’t matter what everyone else was thinking, they didn’t know the fear: chills ran over his spine as he stared into the empty darkness before him, his hands were trembling uncontrollably as he held onto the door frame, and he was drowning in his own sweat.
No, he wasn’t in his right mind. Light was with him right now, and the darkness was of no more. Sighing in relief, he closed the door shut to keep the darkness from dominating him. The light was his sanctuary and his savior, his only guide in the darkness.
Once he was buried underneath his comforters, he laid still hoping that sleep will come. However it was difficult since he was too afraid to close his eyes. The darkness, even if the light was on, was there when he closed his eyes. His doctor had prescribed sleeping pills, but he refused to take them because he didn’t want the darkness to overcome him.
And he wished he should have instead when suddenly, all the lights had turned off. He panicked. He never knew what to do on blackouts and he hated it the most. If only his mom, or someone, was with him with light, it would be better. But there was no one to hold on to, no one to tell him that the light was in his heart.
He was too afraid to get up to search for a flashlight. He should have one besides his bed, but he keeps forgetting to put one there.
Then he heard it. A soft whispering laugh.
And everyone thought he was crazy.
His hands trembled as he brought his blankets up to his nose. He didn’t want it.
They whispered and it was all over. Aiba couldn’t tell where it was since he couldn’t see anything, but he knew they were there. He could hear them clear as day. However, when he blinked his eyes once more, he saw a face above him. Smiling evilly.
‘We got you now.’
Smile
WC: 283
Jun liked to smile. His mother told him that he looked beautiful and that everyone would fall for his charms. So he smiled. Smiled even when his family died in a tragic car accident. Smiled even when everyone left him. Smiled until by the end of the day, his cheeks hurt.
It was a normal day and Jun was smiling at everyone that had passed him. Until a man who smiled back at him approached him and asked him a question: “You like to smile a lot, am I correct?”
Jun nodded his head.
“Good,” the man’s smile widened. “Then follow me. I know just the place where everyone smiles.”
He couldn’t be more happier to follow the man. Finally, there were people who smiled as much as he…
“Follow me here,” the man said in a sweet voice as he walked into a dark room. “Everyone’s waiting.”
Jun followed, but the room was still so dark. He was about to ask the man to turn on the light when he heard a footstep behind him. “This won’t hurt one bit, I promise,” the man’s voice whispered and it was the last thing he heard before he fell unconscious on the hard floor…
“Are these real?” A woman asked the man standing besides a still-figure.
“Of course not,” the man grinned. “They are my finest wax work. And this one,” he pointed to a man standing still. He was smiling as if there was no tomorrow and he could tell the woman was captivated by his looks. “Is my latest work: Jun.”
“Oh,” the woman giggled. “If I were that figure’s mother, I would have told him his smile was charming.”
Snip-Snip
WC: 571
Ohno was exhausted from work. Today, he covered more than five hours of art back at the university. He never thought that being a young art professor would be so exhausting. Therefore he was glad that he didn’t drive to work today. Instead, he walked home. It was a long one, but he didn’t mind. Maybe he would find an inspiration for the class.
It was awfully dark and he wished there were more street lights. The darkness reminded him for rumors and stories he heard back in the university about the road home. But Ohno wasn’t afraid of anything, because rumors and stories are all fiction.
Truth be told, however, it was Ohno’s first time walking home. He had missed the last bus after his last class ended and by the time he got out of the university, there were no more buses. Or people, for that matter. He was alone. He couldn’t stand being alone, but he didn’t want to bother his friends who had families of their own. So he had no choice but to walk home by himself.
He didn’t know the walk was this long. He always thought that it was going to be a short walk. He wanted to be home as soon as possible, but it seems unlikely. All he wanted was a nice cup of cocoa, and then his warm comforters.
However, as he continued to walk the long road, he heard something behind him. It was soft, almost like a whisper, but when he turned around there was no one. Ohno shrugged. It must be his own imagination.
He continued, hoping to get home sooner until he heard the same noise again, except it was louder.
Snip… Snip-Snip...
Ohno stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath and turned around. There was no one but him and the darkness.
He turned around once again, and walked faster.
‘It’s said that if you walk alone by that road, you’d hear the sound of scissors going snip-snip.’ The words of the students echoed in his head as he walked faster and faster. It must be his imagination, for sure, because he was alone and it was dark so he couldn’t help but he paranoid.
Snip-snip...
‘And then…he--’ Ohno regretted stepping away from the students telling the story because he didn’t know what would happen next.
Snip-snip…
Ohno couldn’t stand it anymore. Fiction or not, he had to get home. He ran as fast as he could, as fast as his feet can allow him. So fast that he didn’t notice someone standing ahead and he bumped into this person.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I--”
Snip-snip…
He closed his mouth. He staggered back, his eyes wide when he saw the person in front of him holding a pair of huge scissors.
Snip-snip…
The person turned around and all Ohno could see were black, dark eyes. It appeared to be smiling before the man came at a fast speed and darkness completely took over…
The next day, news came about the whole university. It was said that a jogger found a body in the middle of the street the next morning, dismantled and scattered across the whole road. “Poor sensei,” a student murmured when she heard what had happened to her art professor. “He was such a nice man.”
Blue
WC: 482
Nino hated the sea that just the thought of it made him seasick. He shook his head of the thoughts afraid that he might just hurl on the spot.
After waving goodbye to his colleagues, he walked back home in hopes of a good night sleep. For some odd reason, he was unable to sleep peacefully these days. Sometimes, he would dream of being on a ghost ship. It must have belonged to a pirate since he saw a pirate flag, but that didn’t bother him at all. It was the sea that got to him. On some nights, he’d wake up drenched in sweat and there was the faint smell of salt water.
Nino scowled. He didn’t want to think about it at all. There must be something wrong with his head for having these weird dreams…
As soon as he got home, he dumped his bag and dragged his feet towards his room. He changed into something comfortable before flopping his exhausted body onto his bed. It was so warm and lovely and he could fall asleep right about now…
Nino woke up and it was that pirate dream again. Only this time, it felt real. Too real. He could feel the icy breeze of the sea, the floorboards creaking underneath his feet, and the ship swaying from side to side.
No…
He had to wake up. This must be a dream because he did not walk to a pirate ship, and he was sure pirate ships didn’t exist in the 21st century unless it was a movie set.
“Wake up!” He yelled. Unfortunately, he was still “asleep” when he opened his eyes.
“Throw him over!” A hoarse voice yelled from afar and Nino turned. He saw a pirate, it’s eyes hanging out of its socket.
He gasped in horror as he saw more pirates appearing out of thin air. They all yelled in excitement, their ghostly beings pushing Nino towards the side of the ship. He tried to tell them to stop as he kept looking back at them and the sea.
“Wake up!” He yelled to himself again, but it failed.
As the ghostly beings pushed him towards the edge, he felt his sides being constricted and saw that ropes binding itself around him. He struggled until his arms and sides hurt.
Once he was standing on the protruding plank, he begged for his life but the ghostly men all smiled wickedly and said: “The sea is nothing to fear of.” It was the last thing he heard before he was kicked off the plank…
Reports came in about a man cast ashore, his face blue in pure horror. They said he died from drowning, but they didn’t find anything on him but a rope tied around his body. A witness reported that they saw him last night, walking into the sea with his pajamas on.
Angel
WC: 457
Sho wasn’t religious, but he believed in angels. They were pure, magnificent beings and Sho adored them. People say his obsessions of angels were odd, but they only say that because they didn’t understand how amazing angels were.
At one point, when he bought over a friend, his friend teased him and mocked him of his collections of angels. He thought he could stand it, but his sanity broke when his friend took one and accidentally dropped it on the floor.
He was infuriated and he glared at his friend. He didn’t say anything and left him for a second, only to come back with a knife.
“You’re not pure,” Sho murmured. “You’ll never understand.”
And with a grin, he launched towards his friend…
That’s when it started, his obsession of creating real angels. Since that day, he knew that it was his job: to take out the pureness out of the world and turn them into angels. Day by day, he collected feathers from birds he killed, or from arts and crafts shops. After creating new sets of wings, he would head back out and invite people into his house. It wasn’t an easy job, but at least he gets to have his angels by the end…
He had just gotten another new angel in his collection and he was tired by the end of the day. After saying goodnight to everyone of his collection and the thousands of statues in his house, he crawled underneath his bed covers and closed his eyes. However, they opened back up when he heard the sound of wings flapping.
“You are not pure,” a voice said.
Sho turned to face the ceiling and saw blood-shot eyes staring at him. It looked like an angel, but it was darker and it didn’t smile like the statues he owned. “But I thought I am,” Sho said. “Haven’t I been doing a good job of that?”
“No,” the voice growled. “But you’re job is over. It’s my turn to take you.”
“What--” Sho was unable to say anything when the dark angel swept over him…
It took months to track the serial killer, but they finally found the house. They were able to recognize the missing people, but instead lied asleep in a forever slumber. Everyone said that the man was sick, even his neighbors, but they didn’t know that all along they lived besides a serial killer whose obsessions took control of him. Some say he deserved what happened to him, but some say that he was just a poor soul. His body was found among his collection of rotting bodies, posed an angel. Except he had horns on his head and his eyes were bloodshot red.
A/N: Happy Halloween. Sorry for all the deaths and I scared the crap out myself halfway while I was writing these. It feels good to write arashi fics again.