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Insane!England x Insane!Reader I sat on the floor in the hospital ward. A few patients sat around me. I came here, with no one who knew my pain, no one understood me. The day I was put in here was the worst of my life. One week later, a new patient came into the mental ward, he had the same problem as me. His name was Arthur Kirkland. About a month ago, he was taken out of the mental ward and put into this place called the "quiet room". He left because he kept having nightmares about the monsters coming to get him every night. I could see what he saw. The monsters were real, and they were attacking him. I wanted to help, but I was too afraid. After he left, I got lonely.. I missed him. A lot. He was the only person that understood me. He told me to call him whatever I liked, so I decided to call him "Iggy". The name suited him, and even though he looked like he hated the name, I continued to call him it. God, I missed him.
Two days later, I heard people running down the hallway and a cert
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RussiaxDark!ReaderYou stared bleakly at the peeling whitewashed walls of the mental hospital's room. The walls seemed to be closing in on you, and your breath started coming out in short, panicked gasps at the very thought. Struggling to your feet, you began to punch the walls violently and with all your strength out of sheer anger. You hated it here in the mental hospital. This was the place where nobody ever came out from. You gritted your teeth bitterly, and winced as you felt your knuckles split from the force you were exerting on the solid cement walls. "Damn." You swore, flopping down on the cold, stiff bed. You remembered why you were sent here as clear as day. Your father had been beating you senseless, and you finally had enough of his shit. Picking up a kitchen knife, you had started stabbing him in the arm relentlessly. Naturally, your traitor of a mom called the police when she saw what had happened. You had gotten out of being sent to jail, as the doctors had diagnosed you with schiz
Portal: Before They Were Cores
Before they were cores:
IDS (Pendleton, Wheatley)/Portal 2 Electrician. Black hair. Bright blue eyes.
He's probably one of the most plain and average employees of Aperature, working twice as hard and trying to be as good as the rest. Normally he just did basic repairs and maintenance and due to his clumsiness and poor judgment, he was kept from working on the more crucial projects. When something doesn't work Wheatley resorts to the last tactic: hit it until it does. He's an electrician, not a hacker. Even if he claims to be one. Nearly fired on several occasions, Cave Johnson saw Wheatley's determination, and Cave couldn't help but think of himself and comparing to Black Mesa: Always feeling like you're a step behind the top dog. Finally, Cave gave Wheatley a choice to become something great, someone important, a chance to prove that the average guy can be just as valuable as anyone else. And when Wheatley agreed without a second thought, Cave k
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Portal 2 - Chell's AfterlifeAlert - Portal 2 story spoilers
I know you're probably tired of seeing spoiler alerts on these things, I do too, but I hate having things spoiled for me even more, so please don't bitch if this story wrecks things for you, I warned you
Portal's Chell: Afterlife
I walk out of the door and into the light, wasn't it night when I shot the portal at the moon? I must have been asleep for a long time, maybe days? I'll just say that it was a few hours and call it even. So now I'm out, I'm out in a wheat field, I finally flipping made it out of that hell hole.
I jolt back to see the door of a shed close. Wait, a shed? Why did they make the top floor of the elevator a shed? It seems stupid to never mind, it's not important, because after the door slams shut I hear some rumbling. The door reopens, and it turns out the rumbling was my companion cube, my original one, so I guess it wasn't fully incinerated. Did Glados do it? Stop the cube from being destroyed? That seems unlike he
RussiaXChild!Reader! Request Part 2"Did you finish cleaning out that extra room, Lithuania?" Ivan smiled and patted the top of (f/n)'s head.
"Of course!" Lithuania nodded, his brown hair moving with his head. "We finished this morning."
"That's good," Ivan chuckled, "I would have not wanted to be you if you didn't."
"Did you have a good meeting Sir?" Lativa asked, taking Ivan and (f/n)'s jackets and folding them over his forearm. "The other countries were nice?"
"Da, very talkative today," he sat at his desk grabbing a few stacks of paper, "any messages?"
"What are you doing?" (f/n) asked, pulling herself into his lap. "I wanna help you!"
Lativa and Lithuania looked at each other, then back at (f/n). Fear and panic were all to notable in their faces from the actions of (f/n). Ivan didn't like to be disturbed when he had paperwork to finish from his bosses, nor interrupted
"You want to help?" Ivan read over a piece of paper in his hand, "but wouldn't you rather go look at your new room?"
"But..." she played w
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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