GIRL / NIGHTMARE !

i'm the reincarnation

❛❛  look at me. for once in your entire life. look at me, and see the fangs in my smile. because i was never soft, like you thought. all this time, i was a wolf and you tried to imagine me into a sheep.

of virgin-fucking-mary!

indie & selective

katherine
krueger

from the ANOES franchise
canon divergent
headcanon based


written by lenny
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+  THE JOKER .

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    SHUT UP, didn’t you HEAR what he said? Go along with the plan, quit complaining! HE COULDN'T stand when someone COMPLAINED about a perfect plan, almost as much as when someone ruined a good Joke, in those instances, he would have shot them and left them for dead, but he REALLY LIKED her, a smirk crosses his lips underneath the mask at her comment before he grabs her by her arm. 

   Maybe ya just got one of them’ah….them really addictive and hard to forget Personalities? He lowly speaks as he walks her forward, placing the gun in her back.  Just keep walkin’ don’t wanna set off any alarms for em. he then flicks off the safety, staring at her for a moment before leading her through the double doors that lead from his cell block.

  Guards & Doctors passed them by as he walks her through hallway after hallway, door after door. Nodding his head at other guards. The plan was going perfectly according to plan & no doubt, they would soon be out, freedom would be theirs. Soon they reach the Garage, he drops the empty gun to the floor, pulling his pistol out, raises it, firing off a shot, and murders the Door Guard.  then he turns to her and Smiles, pulling the mask away.

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   “ Get in the Car, we’re leavin’ 

shadows        LOOM        over  her      &        foreign   faces   only   pass   as  lingering   threats  ,       chest    is    constricted    with    anxiety    but    face   devoid    of    sentiment     -        wolf   maw     twists       &       breaks    at    the       rough       maneuvering    of     fingers      (    supposedly    for    theatrics         averted    eyes    of    beady    black    dodge   ,         muffled    grumble   dies   in   her   throat   ,     crimson    dampening    the   thin   gauze   that   drapes   bind   wrists    .    

a   silent   vow   of    compliance   ,        she    caves   to    see   beyond   those   white   walls    &    so   straightens   her   spine   ,          heart    hammering   against    brittle   ribs  ,       limbs    stiff      as   cemented   bricks    -      if   only   bones   could     pierce     through   the   ivory    of   her   skin  ,      they’re    jutting   from   cavities   ,    outlined  by   the   sickly   lights   that   follow  .

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a     clashing    of    metal    against    concrete     brings   relief  ,           short - lived   at   that  ,        as   it   ends   with   a         BANG  !           another    nitsch    painting    ,       a   muffled      shriek  .  

she hops in the vehicle         as   instructed  ,      a      pavlovian   response     driven   by   survivalist   instincts   nestled   deep   within    .         once    comfortably    settled    in    the    seat  ,         a   raven   waterfall    cascades   ,          shielding   the   wide   -    eyed   semblance   to   practically    engulf    her   whole   slender    silhouette   then   curled   up   in   a    ball   ,          head    nestled    between   scraped   knees   .