Watchmen (Super Sentai) Five Kink Meme
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously(or not, because we seem to have stopped following this rule) post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such ( Read more... )
"As far as we know, the bastard doesn't eat tapes, right?"
"Far as we know." Rorschach shivers, wrapped in blankets like a small child. His real face has gone unremarked between them this entire time. Dan has barely even registered the change, with Rorschach so frantic. Apparently this slender man has no face, and Dan really can't blame his partner for wanting to use his own, intractable human one.
"Well, it's at least worth a shot. I've got one in the basement, this one by the bed," he adjusts the tripod, checking the viewing field, "and I put one in the hallway, so it can see the whole approach and most of the kitchen." He straightens up, cracking his back. "And I've got enough tapes to record until Doomsday."
"...Thank you, Daniel." Rorschach says softly.
"Of course, buddy. Hell, I'm not even sure I believe, but you do and that's good enough for me."
"Or bad enough, as the case may be." He shudders, pulling the blankets tighter.
Dan sighs, and sits down beside his friend, wrapping an arm around him. "Or bad enough."
By unspoken agreement they leave the lights on, and while Rorschach (Walter? Jesus.) is terrified, he's also exhausted. Dan has a harder time sleeping, holding onto Walter (not Rorschach, not now, unmasked and instinctively pressing into human warmth) and dipping in and out of a thin, unsatisfying unconsciousness. He has a few odd dreams, and has a terrible sense that the last one, of someone looking in the window without eyes to look, is real.
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ARRRGGGHHH THAT'S SO CREEPYYYYY
ffffuuuuu slenderman creeps me the math out
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I don't know if I wanna know what's on those tapes or not, I may never sleep again! ♥
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Oh, and everything everyone has said so far about this being scary have made my life, since I've always had a hell of a time writing things that are actually scary. Granted, a good ninety percent of the work has been done for me here, but still. XD
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He can't even talk, just grabs Dan's wrist and makes him watch. And there it is in grainy black and white, a stretched, horribly Rorschach-like parody of a man in a suit, tendril hands gently licking the window pane as if to melt through it. The tape tears and skips badly after that, but at least he and Walter are still in bed, still together, clinging a little in their sleep. They shiver as that awful shadow crosses them, but the window stays shut. Walter is clutching Dan's hand well past the point of pain, and whimpering softly, probably not even aware of it. Dan isn't feeling so hot himself.
"Jesus Christ."
"Wish I was insane, Daniel." Walter whispers, practically climbing into his lap. "Wish you didn't see it too."
Dan sighs. "I know, buddy. I know."
Neither of them feels like eating, but they're definitely going to need their strength if this shit keeps up. Walter checks and replaces the other tapes, all of which are clear save for a few disquieting visual tears. They sit there in the sunny kitchen over their hot oatmeal, dread filling the room like smoke. Walter pokes strange shapes into his, letting them fill with milk, then adds yet more brown sugar.
"That's more sugar than oatmeal." Dan mutters, feeling like his mother.
"Not really hungry. Wasteful. Apologies."
Dan sighs. "It's okay. But seriously, we do need to keep our strength up." He dumps more raisins into his own bowl, offers them to his partner.
"No, thank you. Ideologically opposed to raisins."
That makes Dan laugh, even on a day like this. "What?"
"They're just humiliated grapes. Sweetness is a filthy lie."
Dan cackles. "Are banana chips Communist?"
"Probably." The corner of that hard, dour mouth curls up, and suddenly the day is bearable.
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1. Rorschach's humanity being brought out.
2. Horror
Bravo, just bravo!
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And I just want to add in a belated thanks for not giving Slendy back-tentacles! They seem so silly to me.
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"Second no-call, no-show in a week. Fired." Walter just shrugs.
"...Oh. Couldn't you like, call up and say there was a funeral or something?"
"Unimportant. Have no family, anyway. Daniel, this is more than mortal peril."
He shivers. "Okay. Okay, fine. Whatever. But if you're unemployed now, you're staying with me until you get back on your feet whatever happens with this skinny bastard."
"...Probably won't survive in any way that matters, but okay."
"Nice to see a show of faith."
Rorschach shudders, and they set up the additional cameras in silence. One on the roof, one to stare down the rest of the hallway, one for the guest room Rorschach won't be using, two in the Nest. They mark them off on a schematic, and start all of them with a fresh tape. They're still not hungry, but they sit and have dinner under that watchful red light, and Dan wonders just what in the hell they're going to do.
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Really enjoying this, anon. Eagerly awaiting the next part!
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"Know that." He shivers. "Can't help it."
"Hell, neither can I." Dan yawns, exhausted.
"Might... Might disappear. Might hurt you. Anything can happen."
"If anything can happen, isn't worrying about two things in particular a little silly?"
"Not taking this seriously, Daniel!" He barks, turning to face him. Dan shifts as well, and sighs, looking into his partner's new, shocking face.
"Yes, I am. I just don't know what to do about any of it, and neither do you. But the one thing we can be sure of is that humans need sleep."
Walter grumbles, but presses against Dan in a way that reminds him of his first dog and its dumb terror of thunderstorms, and Dan wraps his arms around him, holding Walter to his heart. He can feel his partner's rapid heartbeat, and the questions bubbling up to his lips and his worry that this is somehow wrong. "Ssshh. Go to sleep."
Somehow, eventually, they do, red recording light gleaming balefully in the dark. There are no dreams this time, but when Dan wakes up, he feels wrong somehow. Thrashing around a little, he realizes that Walter is gone, and is instantly up and searching. He doesn't check the tape. He kind of doesn't want to know what the camera saw. For now he settles for running through the house like a lunatic, calling quietly for his partner. Walter's ears are good, and Dan is afraid if he calls any louder he'll lose his fucking mind. Why the hell haven't they been sleeping in shifts? Fuck!
When he flings open the door to start searching outside only to see Walter standing on the front step, the first feeling is one of nearly crippling relief, and then renewed terror. Walter's eyes are blank, and he's clutching a convenience store bag, his skin as white as paper. "...Walter?"
He twitches all over like his own name is electricity, zapping him. "Rorschach." Dan whispers, and suddenly Walter is in his arms, clinging desperately. Dan hauls him inside and shuts the door, holding him close. "What happened?" He says into one white ear, both of them like little kids afraid to make any noise.
"Saw the tape." Walter breathes, and starts crying again.
Dan leads him to the kitchen table, sits him down and gives him intensely sugary coffee, talking to him and petting him in a way Rorschach would never allow. The bag sits on the table, and finally things are calm enough for Dan to ask about its contents. "So what did you get?"
"...Candy. Gorged on it in 1950. Felt a little better."
"Well, you can't have it for breakfast with nothing else."
"Daniel. I don't remember being there."
"Oh. Shit."
"Yes."
They stare moodily at the bag until Dan gets himself a cup of coffee and sits down beside his partner. Hooks the bag over to them and pulls out a Sugar Daddy, passing it to Walter. There's nothing tart in here, nothing the least sophisticated or restrained. Dan nibbles on a Three Musketeers bar and examines Big Hunks, Baby Ruths, Boston Baked Beans, and everything else. His fillings are twinging just looking at it, but he devours his candy bar and goes back for more, Walter gnawing on nougat. It's disgusting, but Dan does feel a little better. Not in any good way, but as the sugar settles into his system he starts to feel bloated and unconcerned enough to watch the tape.
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This is so intense, I'm freaking out enough for the both of them. Please never stop! unless you're planning a happy ending in which case feel free to at some point post said ending
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Dan shudders, and can hear his partner weeping. The silent image is calm, though. It walks out and a little down the hall, and carefully plucks that camera from its tripod, replacing the tape with a blank one. He vanishes from the field of view, and Dan shudders to think of him creeping across the ranges of the other cameras. They'll have to check. For now, he passes hours of his own restless sleep, kicking and twisting in the blankets, sometimes grabbing a pillow and holding it close. Rorschach returns at first light, and Dan puts the tape on normal speed, watching as his partner replaces the camera, and takes the tape out of it, putting the old one back in before coming the rest of the way to the bedroom. Rorschach carefully shucks his layers, lifts and mask last. His gloves are coated in something blood red, and Walter moans dismally. Dan hushes him, watching so closely he feels like his eyes might fall out. The soiled gloves go with the rest of the costume, but Walter keeps the mask on as he pulls something out of the coat pocket, and in a move that's almost sleight of hand, tucks into the back of the closet, then finally peels off the mask and crawls back into bed, shivering.
He's shaking now, making helpless little noises of horror, and Dan hugs him tightly, switching off the tape. "It's okay, buddy. But we've gotta check your gloves and the closet."
Walter nods, gritting his teeth, still shock white. "Sorry, Daniel. So sorry."
"Shut up." Dan stands, still holding his partner's hand, and leads the way to the closet. The gloves are there first, and they both sag with relief to find them still bright red. It's paint. O thank God. Dan has to hold himself up against the doorjamb, but Walter just tenses all over again, digging for the tape. "Walter!" The closet is too small for him to cram in beside his friend. "Walter, there's actually a system here if you'll--"
"No time, Daniel!" He growls, hurling things over his shoulders. "No time for-- FILTH!"
"I told you there was a system." Walter reels back, a little bit of color coming back to his face in his embarrassment and outrage. "Seriously? Even now you can care that I have--"
"Pornography, Daniel!"
He suddenly laughs, because it's just too fucking ridiculous. They're apparently dealing with an eldritch horror from beyond the beyonds, and an issue of Bitch Goddess can still throw a wrench in the works. "Are you serious?!"
"Very serious, Daniel. Nun's habit very inappropriate."
Dan whoops and slides to the floor. "Well, thank god you didn't open it!"
"...Yes." He manages to smile just a little, but it bleeds away too soon and Dan sobers up. Slides his crate of porno to the side, pokes around, and shudders when he finds the experimental secret compartment he built and never told Walter about. Sure enough, there's the tape, sleek and shiny and inscrutable, gleaming against the dust. Dan doesn't actually want to touch it, but he pulls it out. There's a faint smear of red paint on one side of the label, and in Walter's cramped chickenscratch, it says: WATCH THIS
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It's the last line that scares me.
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