My fair lady [chapter 1/?]
Fanfic: My fair lady
Author: Pixziestikxz
Pairings: JongKey, 2min. (slight OnJong in the end.)
Rating: PG-13 (iguess)
Genre: horror, AU
Length: 1, 033 words
Warning: creepy, scary, weird. srsly. you've been warned.
A/N: Inspired by Kuroshitsuji (manga/ anime series). I srsly recommend watching it. cuz the manga's not done yet.
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Make it out of wax and clay, wax and clay, wax and clay. Make it out of wax and clay, my fair Jong Hyun.
The being opened its eyes and found itself sitting in front of a round table; he was holding some sort of music box in his hands. His eyes wandered to his right; there was a small candle burning on top of a shelf of books. To his left, there was a door, a giant display window, and another door that led to a different room. The wall in front of him was lined with shelves; all of which contained dolls sitting side by side. Their glass eyes pierced into him. He tilted his head to the side in an attempt to over stare them; but he lost. He closed his eyes once more in defeat, wondering why his whole body felt so stiff. He remained sitting in place, holding the music box. The silence wasn’t just deafening anymore. It was maddening. That place was worse than the mad house.
“Please, do come in.”
A gust of the brash winter wind entered the room as the door was opened, and the presence of him filled the area. Even though he couldn’t see, it already sent shivers down his spine. There were two pairs of shuffling feet that walked closer towards him, and the door creaked shut.
“Sit down and feel free to help yourself to whatever. Jong Hyun’s already enjoying himself.”
The mention of his name made him pry his eyes open once more, only to find Taemin staring at him curiously. Minho was already sitting on the chair opposite of him, his melancholic doe eyes looking in his direction as well. Those two were from the cells opposite his. Jong Hyun wondered why they were staring so much. But it wasn’t him they were looking at.
“Is that Jong Hyun in doll form?” Taemin pointed at the shelf above Jong Hyun’s head.
Jong Hyun slowly turned his head upwards, the hinges in his neck creaking as he did so. His doll stared down at him, and his eyes grew with fright; it had no eyes. The space where the eyes should have been was replaced with two hollow holes. The darkness seemed to create a black hole, sucking him into oblivion. And it fit the mood of the place perfectly.
“Now, now, everyone settle down. The doll isn’t finished yet. Come, let’s have tea.” Kibum slowly poured tea into the porcelain tea cups that sat in front of each person, and smiled. He took a sip and motioned for everyone else to do the same. Taemin and Minho both picked their cups and placed it upon their lips, taking a sip of the comfortingly hot liquid. Jong Hyun, however, remained in place and stared at the poison that was in his cup. The tea’s aroma was sickly sweet; Jong Hyun knew all too well what was going to happen next. He wanted to scream, to yell, and to warn the two; but his lips wouldn’t part. His frame shook with his eager desire to get them out of it all, but he couldn’t. Instead, he let tears slowly run down his cheeks.
“Tsk. Stop it. You’ll ruin your clothes.” Kibum fussed over him, wiping his tears away. Taemin and Minho shot a perplexed look at each other; but before they could put the pieces together, their bodies had already fallen limp on the ground. Kibum’s satisfied smile grew wider as he got up and started dragging one of them to the other side of the room.
“Jong Hyun! Help me carry the other one in here.” Kibum narrowed his eyes at him and hissed. But how was he supposed to do that? Jong Hyun’s hinges creaked again as he turned his neck to face Kibum, questioning in his eyes. Kibum sighed and dropped Minho back on the ground, and placed his hands on his hips. “You can move, can’t you? I made you like that so you can help me. Then why are you just sitting there?!” Kibum exhaled sharply and headed towards Jong Hyun. “Get. Up.” He said through gritted teeth, and stood him up. All of Jong Hyun’s hinges squeaked, making Kibum yell out in frustration. “God damn it. Go oil yourself.” He shoved a bottle of grease in Jong Hyun’s hand before getting back to dragging Minho’s body into the room.
Jong Hyun stared down at the bottle intently. His hand shook when he concentrated to move, and finally, he managed to spill a small amount on his hands, letting the liquid flow to his wrist. Slowly, he flexed his fingers close, and then opened them once again. He repeated the pattern until he could do it with ease. He applied it to every single joint he could find in that new body of his and before long, his body felt capable again.
“What is taking you so long?” Kibum asked irritably, poking his head out of the room. “Really, keep up with me here. I like you. But if you can’t serve your purpose, I’m going to melt you back into a candle. Got it?” Jong Hyun nodded, and all the annoying creaking was gone. He walked towards Taemin and grabbed the unconscious boy by the arms, dragging him towards the room. “Be careful with that. Don’t damage him!” Kibum shrieked, holding a sharp piece of bloody equipment in his hand. Jong Hyun nodded and tried to lift him up, but his new body wasn’t capable of that. He knew his arms would probably break if he exerted more effort. He pulled Taemin up on a chair slowly, making sure he was sitting up right. Kibum threw him a coil of rope but didn’t look up from what he was doing. “Tie him up and gag him. I don’t want him squirming around and distracting me later when he wakes up.” Again, Jong Hyun could do nothing but comply. Even if he wanted to refuse, it was like there was some sort of force that forbade him to. How did all of this even come to be? They should have stayed in the mad house…
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Author: Pixziestikxz
Pairings: JongKey, 2min. (slight OnJong in the end.)
Rating: PG-13 (iguess)
Genre: horror, AU
Length: 1, 033 words
Warning: creepy, scary, weird. srsly. you've been warned.
A/N: Inspired by Kuroshitsuji (manga/ anime series). I srsly recommend watching it. cuz the manga's not done yet.
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Make it out of wax and clay, wax and clay, wax and clay. Make it out of wax and clay, my fair Jong Hyun.
The being opened its eyes and found itself sitting in front of a round table; he was holding some sort of music box in his hands. His eyes wandered to his right; there was a small candle burning on top of a shelf of books. To his left, there was a door, a giant display window, and another door that led to a different room. The wall in front of him was lined with shelves; all of which contained dolls sitting side by side. Their glass eyes pierced into him. He tilted his head to the side in an attempt to over stare them; but he lost. He closed his eyes once more in defeat, wondering why his whole body felt so stiff. He remained sitting in place, holding the music box. The silence wasn’t just deafening anymore. It was maddening. That place was worse than the mad house.
“Please, do come in.”
A gust of the brash winter wind entered the room as the door was opened, and the presence of him filled the area. Even though he couldn’t see, it already sent shivers down his spine. There were two pairs of shuffling feet that walked closer towards him, and the door creaked shut.
“Sit down and feel free to help yourself to whatever. Jong Hyun’s already enjoying himself.”
The mention of his name made him pry his eyes open once more, only to find Taemin staring at him curiously. Minho was already sitting on the chair opposite of him, his melancholic doe eyes looking in his direction as well. Those two were from the cells opposite his. Jong Hyun wondered why they were staring so much. But it wasn’t him they were looking at.
“Is that Jong Hyun in doll form?” Taemin pointed at the shelf above Jong Hyun’s head.
Jong Hyun slowly turned his head upwards, the hinges in his neck creaking as he did so. His doll stared down at him, and his eyes grew with fright; it had no eyes. The space where the eyes should have been was replaced with two hollow holes. The darkness seemed to create a black hole, sucking him into oblivion. And it fit the mood of the place perfectly.
“Now, now, everyone settle down. The doll isn’t finished yet. Come, let’s have tea.” Kibum slowly poured tea into the porcelain tea cups that sat in front of each person, and smiled. He took a sip and motioned for everyone else to do the same. Taemin and Minho both picked their cups and placed it upon their lips, taking a sip of the comfortingly hot liquid. Jong Hyun, however, remained in place and stared at the poison that was in his cup. The tea’s aroma was sickly sweet; Jong Hyun knew all too well what was going to happen next. He wanted to scream, to yell, and to warn the two; but his lips wouldn’t part. His frame shook with his eager desire to get them out of it all, but he couldn’t. Instead, he let tears slowly run down his cheeks.
“Tsk. Stop it. You’ll ruin your clothes.” Kibum fussed over him, wiping his tears away. Taemin and Minho shot a perplexed look at each other; but before they could put the pieces together, their bodies had already fallen limp on the ground. Kibum’s satisfied smile grew wider as he got up and started dragging one of them to the other side of the room.
“Jong Hyun! Help me carry the other one in here.” Kibum narrowed his eyes at him and hissed. But how was he supposed to do that? Jong Hyun’s hinges creaked again as he turned his neck to face Kibum, questioning in his eyes. Kibum sighed and dropped Minho back on the ground, and placed his hands on his hips. “You can move, can’t you? I made you like that so you can help me. Then why are you just sitting there?!” Kibum exhaled sharply and headed towards Jong Hyun. “Get. Up.” He said through gritted teeth, and stood him up. All of Jong Hyun’s hinges squeaked, making Kibum yell out in frustration. “God damn it. Go oil yourself.” He shoved a bottle of grease in Jong Hyun’s hand before getting back to dragging Minho’s body into the room.
Jong Hyun stared down at the bottle intently. His hand shook when he concentrated to move, and finally, he managed to spill a small amount on his hands, letting the liquid flow to his wrist. Slowly, he flexed his fingers close, and then opened them once again. He repeated the pattern until he could do it with ease. He applied it to every single joint he could find in that new body of his and before long, his body felt capable again.
“What is taking you so long?” Kibum asked irritably, poking his head out of the room. “Really, keep up with me here. I like you. But if you can’t serve your purpose, I’m going to melt you back into a candle. Got it?” Jong Hyun nodded, and all the annoying creaking was gone. He walked towards Taemin and grabbed the unconscious boy by the arms, dragging him towards the room. “Be careful with that. Don’t damage him!” Kibum shrieked, holding a sharp piece of bloody equipment in his hand. Jong Hyun nodded and tried to lift him up, but his new body wasn’t capable of that. He knew his arms would probably break if he exerted more effort. He pulled Taemin up on a chair slowly, making sure he was sitting up right. Kibum threw him a coil of rope but didn’t look up from what he was doing. “Tie him up and gag him. I don’t want him squirming around and distracting me later when he wakes up.” Again, Jong Hyun could do nothing but comply. Even if he wanted to refuse, it was like there was some sort of force that forbade him to. How did all of this even come to be? They should have stayed in the mad house…
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