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Halloween Part 4
Posted a week agoEach step hit the ground in rhythm, though he couldn’t hear it over the ragged sound of his own breathing. The road stretched ahead into darkness, the trees pressing in on both sides, their shadows alive with watching eyes. Every rustle felt like a needle pricking his back, each one a whisper from whatever darkness his flashlight couldn’t slay. The metal cuffs on his wrists were a cruel reminder of how dire his situation had become. Finally the black blur of motion, a clearing. Lapis saw it off to the side. Something other than trees. A building. The outline of a small gas station.
His legs carried him forward despite the fire in his lungs. The station had two pumps beneath a sagging canopy, nearly collapsed under its own decay. Moss and grass strangled everything in green. Nature had reclaimed it all. The pumps, the walls, even the air. The double doors were choked by roots thicker than his arm. Lapis collapsed on the front step, panting. Minutes passed... maybe more. His mind screamed to move, but his body refused.
He knew he couldn’t stay long. Never in one place for too long. The road itself felt like it had guided him here, but even that thought felt wrong. Still, he stood again, studying the overgrown doors. No way through. Circling the side, he found a window shattered but half-filled with roots. Carefully, he climbed up and over, paws brushing the damp vines as he slipped inside.
The interior was chaos. Shelves toppled and cracked, the floor split and green with weeds. It was a quiet, heavy ruin. He moved carefully, flashlight in hand. The front counter was mostly intact. He rifled through drawers. Pens, pencils, a stapler. Nothing useful. He sighed, setting his recorder on the counter, and pressed deeper into the dark. In the corner, a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. He grasped the knob. It turned, but something behind it blocked the way. He shoved. A crash answered him. Metallic, loud, followed by the scatter of small objects across the floor. He tried again. The resistance lessened. One last push, and the door burst open, sending him tumbling into a heap of pots and pans.
He caught himself on shaking arms, flashlight cutting through the mess. Rusted cookware, broken racks, and scattered boxes of food littered the ground. Someone had blocked this room off. The door behind him groaned, the debris scraping against it as it tried to swing shut. Each movement made the metal scream. He lifted the light again, surveying what remained of the staff lounge. Rusted counters, a destroyed microwave, a broken folding table with destroyed stackable school chairs. The walls flaked with mold. The roof sagged dangerously. Only graffiti was missing to complete the picture of abandonment.
He turned toward the back. Another door made of wood, cracked, half torn from its hinges. Something about it was off. Still, he searched the rest of the lounge until a small, intact closet caught his eye. The only untouched thing in the room. Even beauty hides dread. He turned the handle. The latch clicked. He opened the door just long enough to see—
A body. Tan uniform. Black pants. Built like a wall. Something black and fuzzy was attached to the man’s head. Blood oozed slowly from beneath it, tracing his chin before dripping down his shirt. It was moving.
Lapis slammed the door shut, heart hammering. Behind it came a low, strange noise. A kind of cricketing. He stumbled back, every instinct screaming to run. The image burned behind his eyelids. The worst part, he saw tools and untouched supplies of boxes. A particular tool on the racking, was pliers. He could use those pliers to cut free of his handcuffs. His thoughts raced. He knew where the anomaly was. He could use debris from the chairs as a weapon. But even thinking about fighting made his body lock up. He stayed still. Listening.
Behind the door, the anomaly chirred quietly, a distorted, rhythmic sound that almost resembled breathing. A flicker of movement. From beneath the door, a smear of motion. It was trying to crawl out. Lapis' sight was because of his flashlight. The flashlight, had shined down upon the anomaly. The beam hit it dead on, and the anomaly recoiled instantly, sizzling as it retreated into the dark. The smell was faintly burnt air.
He didn’t move. He set the flashlight on the floor, angling it toward the gap beneath the door. The light cut through the black, a fragile weapon against the unknown. The anomaly screeched high, broken, cutting in and out like static. The sound rose and fell, bending into something like agony. Then, suddenly, silence.
It stopped.
Lapis stood motionless, eyes wide. The quiet was worse than the noise. He lowered himself to the floor, peering under the door. Nothing. He scanned the corners with the light... No movement, no sound. Just the faint hum of his own pulse in his ears. He reached for the handle, every motion trembling. One deep breath and he pulled the door open. The closet held no anomaly. The roof vent hung open, its cover twisted and broken. The walls bore small dents and scrapes. Signs of where it had gone. The pliers he’d spotted earlier were still in one piece. He snatched them, backing up from the closet.
Falling to the ground he kept his flashlight in his lap. The pliers in his paws, as he began cutting the cuffs right down the middle of the chains.
Wow!!! Halloween is ALREADY around the corner? Oops... The story might need at least 2 more parts to finish up... And it takes a long time to write a part- So I started writing this part twisting the original idea. I want to make it seem nice, and make sense in the end still. I might just start writing that little things start working conveniently. Which is the opposite idea I had for practicing. I definitely shouldn't write when I'm feeling lazy- I noticed I start skipping my practice concepts too. I wanted to write out everything so I know how to add details and create more and more to really burn the idea of what's happening. So, we'll see..
I wanted to add some humor however when I read stories or listened to podcasts about scary stories- They never seemed to balance well, or it never ends well? Sometimes they add too much humor, and it derails the idea and sensation of the story. But... I kinda did anyway LOL. I forgot where, but I made a little hehe in this passage. I wanted to do it twice, but I only ended up writing 1 silly thing. Anyway... Lets hope I can do part 5 before or at least during Halloween day :D
*This was a reupload because I realized I accidently uploaded the rough draft LOL*
Thanks for the support and feedback during these btw <3 I love seeing it C:
His legs carried him forward despite the fire in his lungs. The station had two pumps beneath a sagging canopy, nearly collapsed under its own decay. Moss and grass strangled everything in green. Nature had reclaimed it all. The pumps, the walls, even the air. The double doors were choked by roots thicker than his arm. Lapis collapsed on the front step, panting. Minutes passed... maybe more. His mind screamed to move, but his body refused.
He knew he couldn’t stay long. Never in one place for too long. The road itself felt like it had guided him here, but even that thought felt wrong. Still, he stood again, studying the overgrown doors. No way through. Circling the side, he found a window shattered but half-filled with roots. Carefully, he climbed up and over, paws brushing the damp vines as he slipped inside.
The interior was chaos. Shelves toppled and cracked, the floor split and green with weeds. It was a quiet, heavy ruin. He moved carefully, flashlight in hand. The front counter was mostly intact. He rifled through drawers. Pens, pencils, a stapler. Nothing useful. He sighed, setting his recorder on the counter, and pressed deeper into the dark. In the corner, a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. He grasped the knob. It turned, but something behind it blocked the way. He shoved. A crash answered him. Metallic, loud, followed by the scatter of small objects across the floor. He tried again. The resistance lessened. One last push, and the door burst open, sending him tumbling into a heap of pots and pans.
He caught himself on shaking arms, flashlight cutting through the mess. Rusted cookware, broken racks, and scattered boxes of food littered the ground. Someone had blocked this room off. The door behind him groaned, the debris scraping against it as it tried to swing shut. Each movement made the metal scream. He lifted the light again, surveying what remained of the staff lounge. Rusted counters, a destroyed microwave, a broken folding table with destroyed stackable school chairs. The walls flaked with mold. The roof sagged dangerously. Only graffiti was missing to complete the picture of abandonment.
He turned toward the back. Another door made of wood, cracked, half torn from its hinges. Something about it was off. Still, he searched the rest of the lounge until a small, intact closet caught his eye. The only untouched thing in the room. Even beauty hides dread. He turned the handle. The latch clicked. He opened the door just long enough to see—
A body. Tan uniform. Black pants. Built like a wall. Something black and fuzzy was attached to the man’s head. Blood oozed slowly from beneath it, tracing his chin before dripping down his shirt. It was moving.
Lapis slammed the door shut, heart hammering. Behind it came a low, strange noise. A kind of cricketing. He stumbled back, every instinct screaming to run. The image burned behind his eyelids. The worst part, he saw tools and untouched supplies of boxes. A particular tool on the racking, was pliers. He could use those pliers to cut free of his handcuffs. His thoughts raced. He knew where the anomaly was. He could use debris from the chairs as a weapon. But even thinking about fighting made his body lock up. He stayed still. Listening.
Behind the door, the anomaly chirred quietly, a distorted, rhythmic sound that almost resembled breathing. A flicker of movement. From beneath the door, a smear of motion. It was trying to crawl out. Lapis' sight was because of his flashlight. The flashlight, had shined down upon the anomaly. The beam hit it dead on, and the anomaly recoiled instantly, sizzling as it retreated into the dark. The smell was faintly burnt air.
He didn’t move. He set the flashlight on the floor, angling it toward the gap beneath the door. The light cut through the black, a fragile weapon against the unknown. The anomaly screeched high, broken, cutting in and out like static. The sound rose and fell, bending into something like agony. Then, suddenly, silence.
It stopped.
Lapis stood motionless, eyes wide. The quiet was worse than the noise. He lowered himself to the floor, peering under the door. Nothing. He scanned the corners with the light... No movement, no sound. Just the faint hum of his own pulse in his ears. He reached for the handle, every motion trembling. One deep breath and he pulled the door open. The closet held no anomaly. The roof vent hung open, its cover twisted and broken. The walls bore small dents and scrapes. Signs of where it had gone. The pliers he’d spotted earlier were still in one piece. He snatched them, backing up from the closet.
Falling to the ground he kept his flashlight in his lap. The pliers in his paws, as he began cutting the cuffs right down the middle of the chains.
Wow!!! Halloween is ALREADY around the corner? Oops... The story might need at least 2 more parts to finish up... And it takes a long time to write a part- So I started writing this part twisting the original idea. I want to make it seem nice, and make sense in the end still. I might just start writing that little things start working conveniently. Which is the opposite idea I had for practicing. I definitely shouldn't write when I'm feeling lazy- I noticed I start skipping my practice concepts too. I wanted to write out everything so I know how to add details and create more and more to really burn the idea of what's happening. So, we'll see..
I wanted to add some humor however when I read stories or listened to podcasts about scary stories- They never seemed to balance well, or it never ends well? Sometimes they add too much humor, and it derails the idea and sensation of the story. But... I kinda did anyway LOL. I forgot where, but I made a little hehe in this passage. I wanted to do it twice, but I only ended up writing 1 silly thing. Anyway... Lets hope I can do part 5 before or at least during Halloween day :D
*This was a reupload because I realized I accidently uploaded the rough draft LOL*
Thanks for the support and feedback during these btw <3 I love seeing it C:
Halloween Part 3
Posted 3 weeks agoFluttering awake, his eyes stung with the smell of ash and fire. The stench burned his senses before his mind even caught up. He was lying across the ruined back seats, the once-soft rubber now charred and melted beneath him. Lapis tried to move—his arms tugged, but cold metal bit into his wrists. The handcuffs. Memory hit like a spark. The officer. The radio. The bangs. The car tearing apart. He rolled his shoulders, forcing his body upright using his core strength. His vision sharpened as the blur gave way to ruin, the cruiser was destroyed, blackened, still hissing from the heat. The forest surrounded it. Watching. The doors were jammed, but the gate between seats was shattered.
Lapis curled into himself, looping his arms under his legs until his cuffed hands were in front. The movement burned his shoulders, but freedom, even partial, steadied his mind. “The keys,” he muttered. “I need to find that officer.” He climbed through the broken gate, every movement deliberate. The metal groaned, and then, gravity took him. He hit the ground hard, knees scraping against the dirt. His flashlight jabbed into his ribs through his pocket.
For a long moment, he just lay there, forehead pressed to the grass, breath shaking. Then instinct took over. "This will not break me." He forced his body upright. His legs trembled like hollow sticks, tingling as blood fought its way back. He spotted a streetlamp in the distance. The only light on this road. “How long was I out?” he whispered. “What happened while I was gone?" He walked toward the glow, the jingle of metal around his wrists was a cruel reminder. Beneath the lamp, his recorder waited, untouched. He froze. The forest was silent. No wind. No crickets. No night sounds at all.
He swallowed his fear and stepped forward, picking it up. The cuffs clinked again. He turned both ways. The road... His road home was gone. Just darkness and trees on both sides. He was inside of the weird forest now. Whispers fluttered at the edge of hearing. His ears twitched, catching voices that weren’t there. Lapis crouched, reaching for the recorder, before leaving it along the cracked pavement. Pulled out his flashlight and clicked it on. It worked. The beam carved through the dark.
A stone glinted by the treeline. He immediately ran for it, grabbed it, and hurried back under the light. Turning the flashlight off, he sat, gripping the rock with both cuffed hands. Deep breath. Focus. Smash the chain. He struck it once. Twice. Over and over. Each metallic clang rang through the emptiness. The sound became his heartbeat, keeping him grounded. Until he heard the tree's rustled.
He froze, breath held. The forest wasn’t supposed to move. No wind. No life. And yet, leaves shivered. He lifted the flashlight, trembling. The beam swept low across the trunks. Nothing. Lapis realized his mistake. He heard the leaves shaking. He pointed the flashlight upwards. A sharp crack. Something massive had struck a tree and vanished before he could focus on it. Stumbling backwards he saw a dark mass moving through the darkness above him at quick speeds. He instinctively points the flashlight over the direction it went.
Another thud echoed from deeper within. Gone again. His ears rang. His breath came too loud, too ragged. He snatched his flashlight and recorder, chain clinking like windchimes. He found the road that was in the opposite direction that mass went to, clicking his flashlight on again. Then he ran. Down the road, heart pounding, light slicing through a forest that didn’t want to be seen.
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Sorry this passage was a little short- My eyes have been burning all night and I knew if I didnt write this tongiht, I may not have written it tmr xdxd
Enjoy!
This is the good part of the story~ I dont think this story will need warnings before reading- if so, I will write them, but I think these are available for everyone! So far :3
Lapis curled into himself, looping his arms under his legs until his cuffed hands were in front. The movement burned his shoulders, but freedom, even partial, steadied his mind. “The keys,” he muttered. “I need to find that officer.” He climbed through the broken gate, every movement deliberate. The metal groaned, and then, gravity took him. He hit the ground hard, knees scraping against the dirt. His flashlight jabbed into his ribs through his pocket.
For a long moment, he just lay there, forehead pressed to the grass, breath shaking. Then instinct took over. "This will not break me." He forced his body upright. His legs trembled like hollow sticks, tingling as blood fought its way back. He spotted a streetlamp in the distance. The only light on this road. “How long was I out?” he whispered. “What happened while I was gone?" He walked toward the glow, the jingle of metal around his wrists was a cruel reminder. Beneath the lamp, his recorder waited, untouched. He froze. The forest was silent. No wind. No crickets. No night sounds at all.
He swallowed his fear and stepped forward, picking it up. The cuffs clinked again. He turned both ways. The road... His road home was gone. Just darkness and trees on both sides. He was inside of the weird forest now. Whispers fluttered at the edge of hearing. His ears twitched, catching voices that weren’t there. Lapis crouched, reaching for the recorder, before leaving it along the cracked pavement. Pulled out his flashlight and clicked it on. It worked. The beam carved through the dark.
A stone glinted by the treeline. He immediately ran for it, grabbed it, and hurried back under the light. Turning the flashlight off, he sat, gripping the rock with both cuffed hands. Deep breath. Focus. Smash the chain. He struck it once. Twice. Over and over. Each metallic clang rang through the emptiness. The sound became his heartbeat, keeping him grounded. Until he heard the tree's rustled.
He froze, breath held. The forest wasn’t supposed to move. No wind. No life. And yet, leaves shivered. He lifted the flashlight, trembling. The beam swept low across the trunks. Nothing. Lapis realized his mistake. He heard the leaves shaking. He pointed the flashlight upwards. A sharp crack. Something massive had struck a tree and vanished before he could focus on it. Stumbling backwards he saw a dark mass moving through the darkness above him at quick speeds. He instinctively points the flashlight over the direction it went.
Another thud echoed from deeper within. Gone again. His ears rang. His breath came too loud, too ragged. He snatched his flashlight and recorder, chain clinking like windchimes. He found the road that was in the opposite direction that mass went to, clicking his flashlight on again. Then he ran. Down the road, heart pounding, light slicing through a forest that didn’t want to be seen.
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Sorry this passage was a little short- My eyes have been burning all night and I knew if I didnt write this tongiht, I may not have written it tmr xdxd
Enjoy!
This is the good part of the story~ I dont think this story will need warnings before reading- if so, I will write them, but I think these are available for everyone! So far :3
Halloween Part 2
Posted a month agoLapis’ body finally moved, as if some internal lock had just clicked open. He bolted forward, sprinting harder than he ever had. The presence at his back was left in the dark. He couldn’t see where he was going. Only the vague promise of the town ahead finding a rural road first, a street light broke the darkness. He collapsed beneath it, knees scraping on the pavement, adrenaline draining from his system. His flashlight skittered across the ground, rolling until it stopped, its beam flickering weakly before surging back to life, stabbing him in the eyes.
He crawled to it on trembling paws, grabbed the torch, and flicked it off himself. Then he slumped back against the streetlamp, his mind replaying the past few minutes. The people in white. The sensation of being watched. It had felt real. Too real. He let out a long breath, head tilting back as his heart slowed. One paw hugged the cold metal pillar. The other pressed to the ground as he slowly pushed himself upright.
He shoved the flashlight into his pocket—then froze. The pocket felt empty. His recorder was gone. All that remained were the spare batteries. His stomach dropped. He must have dropped it when he’d turned to run. “I’ll grab it in the morning…” he whispered, but doubt clawed at him. What if the city closed the road before sunrise? What if the evidence vanished? “I’ll just wait for daylight.” Yet even as he thought this, he realized his paws had carried him to the start of the dirt road again.
The moon gave no light at all. He pulled out the flashlight. “I’ll just do it now,” he muttered. “Grab it and sprint back.” The wind whispered through the trees. Birds shifted overhead. The grass moved as though it were breathing with the forest. His recorder was his last hope, his only proof. That footage could change everything. He gripped the flashlight with both paws, shaking, and flicked it on. The beam sliced across the dirt road, all the way to the treeline. He marched forward.
Step. Step. Step. The dirt crunched under his paws. Each step made his head spin; some part of him screamed to turn back. He scanned the ground for the recorder. Step. Step. Step. He raised the beam, eyes darting. Had he passed it? He swung the light to the roadside grass. Nothing. “Where is it?” he hissed. His search grew frantic. His eyes darted from the start of the dirt path to the treeline, up and down. Nothing. But the instant he looked toward the road, the air changed. The wind stopped. The grass froze. The trees went still.
He stumbled back, heart thudding. Then a streetlight flickered on at the road’s edge. Its glow spilled across the pavement, warm and inviting. Lapis’ paw trembled on the flashlight. There hadn’t been a lamp there before. Under its glow lay his recorder. “How didn’t I see it before?” he whispered. “But… that’s not where I left it.”
He tightened his grip on the flashlight. “I’ll just grab it. Grab it and run so fast nothing can catch me.” He stepped closer. And closer. The darkness thickened at his back. His fur bristled, but he kept his eyes locked on the light. Another step. And another. The cracked pavement lay just ahead. His paw extended slowly toward the recorder-
“HEY!” A hand clamped down on his shoulder, spinning him around. A man stood there, dressed like a police officer, but his face was twisted into a furious snarl. The flashlight beam shone up beneath his chin, warping his features into something monstrous. “What the hell are you doing?!” he barked. Birds exploded out of the trees.
“I was just grabbing something!” Lapis blurted, tail puffing. “You’re in big trouble!” the man snapped. His grip tightened around Lapis’ arm, painfully strong. Without a word, he began marching him toward a large white truck parked nearby, one Lapis was sure hadn’t been there a moment ago.
He craned his neck to look, the road behind them was empty, nothing but cracked pavement swallowed in darkness.
“You can’t do this! I lost something!” he shouted.
“This is private property! You have the right to remain silent,” the man snapped, pulling handcuffs from his belt. He forced Lapis to his knees, yanking his arms behind his back. Lapis faced the forest.
A silhouette, darker than the trees, stood out against the black. It was as tall as the treetops. Two white pinpricks glimmered above the canopy—brighter than any stars. His fur bristled. Those weren’t in space. They were here, just above the forest.
His vision sharpened. Behind those white dots was an oval void, swallowing every trace of light.
It was moving.
Expanding.
Deflating.
Breathing.
And those “stars”… weren’t stars at all.
They were eyes.
The officer shoved Lapis into the back of the cab with ease. Lapis turned toward the window, heart hammering, watching as the man slid into the driver’s seat and flicked on the radio.
“Dispatch, do you read me?” he called.
Only static answered.
“Dispatch, do you read me?”
More static. He adjusted the knob, frustration tightening his jaw, before muttering, “10-4.”
Consecutive thunderous bangs split the air. The sound roared from the treeline. Something massive quickly made it's way. Lapis’ head could move fast enough to see it as he it stood right behind the truck out his view.
A creature loomed, a shape of pure darkness.
The world screamed.
A final explosion burst overhead, crushing metal into silence.
The last thing Lapis saw was the cab folding in on itself as a large mass forced it's way in from the roof.
He crawled to it on trembling paws, grabbed the torch, and flicked it off himself. Then he slumped back against the streetlamp, his mind replaying the past few minutes. The people in white. The sensation of being watched. It had felt real. Too real. He let out a long breath, head tilting back as his heart slowed. One paw hugged the cold metal pillar. The other pressed to the ground as he slowly pushed himself upright.
He shoved the flashlight into his pocket—then froze. The pocket felt empty. His recorder was gone. All that remained were the spare batteries. His stomach dropped. He must have dropped it when he’d turned to run. “I’ll grab it in the morning…” he whispered, but doubt clawed at him. What if the city closed the road before sunrise? What if the evidence vanished? “I’ll just wait for daylight.” Yet even as he thought this, he realized his paws had carried him to the start of the dirt road again.
The moon gave no light at all. He pulled out the flashlight. “I’ll just do it now,” he muttered. “Grab it and sprint back.” The wind whispered through the trees. Birds shifted overhead. The grass moved as though it were breathing with the forest. His recorder was his last hope, his only proof. That footage could change everything. He gripped the flashlight with both paws, shaking, and flicked it on. The beam sliced across the dirt road, all the way to the treeline. He marched forward.
Step. Step. Step. The dirt crunched under his paws. Each step made his head spin; some part of him screamed to turn back. He scanned the ground for the recorder. Step. Step. Step. He raised the beam, eyes darting. Had he passed it? He swung the light to the roadside grass. Nothing. “Where is it?” he hissed. His search grew frantic. His eyes darted from the start of the dirt path to the treeline, up and down. Nothing. But the instant he looked toward the road, the air changed. The wind stopped. The grass froze. The trees went still.
He stumbled back, heart thudding. Then a streetlight flickered on at the road’s edge. Its glow spilled across the pavement, warm and inviting. Lapis’ paw trembled on the flashlight. There hadn’t been a lamp there before. Under its glow lay his recorder. “How didn’t I see it before?” he whispered. “But… that’s not where I left it.”
He tightened his grip on the flashlight. “I’ll just grab it. Grab it and run so fast nothing can catch me.” He stepped closer. And closer. The darkness thickened at his back. His fur bristled, but he kept his eyes locked on the light. Another step. And another. The cracked pavement lay just ahead. His paw extended slowly toward the recorder-
“HEY!” A hand clamped down on his shoulder, spinning him around. A man stood there, dressed like a police officer, but his face was twisted into a furious snarl. The flashlight beam shone up beneath his chin, warping his features into something monstrous. “What the hell are you doing?!” he barked. Birds exploded out of the trees.
“I was just grabbing something!” Lapis blurted, tail puffing. “You’re in big trouble!” the man snapped. His grip tightened around Lapis’ arm, painfully strong. Without a word, he began marching him toward a large white truck parked nearby, one Lapis was sure hadn’t been there a moment ago.
He craned his neck to look, the road behind them was empty, nothing but cracked pavement swallowed in darkness.
“You can’t do this! I lost something!” he shouted.
“This is private property! You have the right to remain silent,” the man snapped, pulling handcuffs from his belt. He forced Lapis to his knees, yanking his arms behind his back. Lapis faced the forest.
A silhouette, darker than the trees, stood out against the black. It was as tall as the treetops. Two white pinpricks glimmered above the canopy—brighter than any stars. His fur bristled. Those weren’t in space. They were here, just above the forest.
His vision sharpened. Behind those white dots was an oval void, swallowing every trace of light.
It was moving.
Expanding.
Deflating.
Breathing.
And those “stars”… weren’t stars at all.
They were eyes.
The officer shoved Lapis into the back of the cab with ease. Lapis turned toward the window, heart hammering, watching as the man slid into the driver’s seat and flicked on the radio.
“Dispatch, do you read me?” he called.
Only static answered.
“Dispatch, do you read me?”
More static. He adjusted the knob, frustration tightening his jaw, before muttering, “10-4.”
Consecutive thunderous bangs split the air. The sound roared from the treeline. Something massive quickly made it's way. Lapis’ head could move fast enough to see it as he it stood right behind the truck out his view.
A creature loomed, a shape of pure darkness.
The world screamed.
A final explosion burst overhead, crushing metal into silence.
The last thing Lapis saw was the cab folding in on itself as a large mass forced it's way in from the roof.
Thanks for reading part 2!!!!!! ><
(these probably wont stay up permanently btw) I kinda want to aim for an experience no one has written before. I was afraid of writing the police part, because I felt it was too annoying and common to see in media like this. BTW I started part 1 with the idea of the, "Left or Right Game" So... With part 3, we get into the good part >< I just had to write the intro! I only plan to write this until the last day of October, so I know I need to start getting into the lore of these, "anomalies" soon!Halloween Part 1
Posted a month agoFor those whom dont know, I want to write a book!!!!! Let me know what you think :P If this is good, I might give you a part 2 for the spirit of halloween!!!!! Enjoy~The forest road was once only a warning. A narrow stretch of cracked pavement, broken up by the occasional flickering streetlamp. The trees loomed high and arched overhead, almost blotting out the sky entirely. A lone snow leopard stood at the edge of the treeline, his hands slack at his sides, staring into the dark. He wore only a sweatshirt, his tail resting still, his ears pricked toward the silence. The black between the trees looked heavy, as if it had weight. Even the moon could not pierce it. The wind created sound, birds flew and the grass sang. Lapis pulled a recorder from his pocket. Spare batteries rattled inside. He unfolded the recorder and pressed play.
“...” The device captured only static. He reached for the last item in his sweatshirt pocket, a long, black security flashlight, heavy and powerful. Holding the recorder in one paw and the flashlight in the other, he clicked it on. The beam cut into the dark like a blade, but the shadows still pressed close, as though resisting the light.
“This road is supposed to be cursed,” he muttered. “The city’s shutting it down tomorrow because of the disappearances. Every poor soul who came here for a thrill never made it back…” He shifted his stance, keeping his blood moving. “I researched everything I could. Nothing. It’s as if this road just appeared. No permits, no records. Supposedly exits somewhere behind this forest. Yet no one’s come out.”
Wind whispered through the trees, but he felt no breeze on his fur. He glanced at the recorder again and froze. A pale silhouette stood at the edge of the road. A tall figure draped in white cloth, black hair hanging over its face. Lapis’ heart stuttered. He jerked his gaze upward, nothing. The space was empty. He blinked hard and flicked his eyes back to the recorder’s screen. Empty.
“What the…” he hissed. He turned to run away from the entrance. His flashlight went dark. He never turned his flashlight off, nor did he want it off. He stopped. Shook the flashlight. Dead batteries. But they were brand new. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. Slowly, he looked back to the trees. Dozens of figures now stood at the treeline, every one of them draped in the same white cloth, heads bowed. He realized the trees were silent. The grass didn't sing. No animals rattling around. No birds flying. Crickets didn't make a noise. He could feel the wind pressing against him, but it was still pure silence.
Fear closed around him like ice. His body locked. He wanted to run but couldn’t, the weight of dread pinned his legs. His heart hammered at his ribs, his heart beat was in his ears. His eyes froze. The heart-beat in his ears, didn't sync with his own heart-beat. He felt the wind again. The wind he felt never made the trees sing. The wind he felt didn't make the grass sing either. The wind he felt, was something exhaling. He-
aaaaaaaaaand another quick bean journ
Posted a month agoto those it may concern, thanks for reaching out <3
I actually didnt expect anyone was going to see it, but I actually got some great people who reached out <3 <3
I love you guysssss- tysm <3
Going to be passing 4000 favs, and 9000 views btw
Still didnt do anything for the 400 watcher milestone, but I will be doing something for the 500 watchers MWEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEHHE <3
BUT THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE SUPPORT
So much support lately <3 I dont know how to properly thank everyone xd-
"I'm doing my best, even though sometimes I could be the worst."
I actually didnt expect anyone was going to see it, but I actually got some great people who reached out <3 <3
I love you guysssss- tysm <3
Going to be passing 4000 favs, and 9000 views btw
Still didnt do anything for the 400 watcher milestone, but I will be doing something for the 500 watchers MWEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEHHE <3
BUT THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE SUPPORT
So much support lately <3 I dont know how to properly thank everyone xd-
"I'm doing my best, even though sometimes I could be the worst."
Another MILESTONE DOWN!!!! | Smoll Life Update :3c
Posted 5 months agoHOLY MOLY!!!!!! 6,000 views and 2,000 favs!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have gotten a LOT of attention from the last raffle and I love everyone whom joined :3
I want to say thanks with a potential raffle, but I cannot commission anything currently!!! I have a super secret project coming through and I'm excited to share it once it's done!!!!!!!!! >.< (Been trying to get all of my finished comms uploaded myself. I think I have around 7 I still need to upload? With some more almost done (I've gotten flat colors back and such :P ) I think once this project is done, I'ma upload it the day after. Give the artist some time for have it marinate on their page and such... I dont really know, when this super secret project comes in, I want all of my comms to be posted by then but I think this will be finished before 7 days (and then some)
I AM SO EXCITED to show you guys my super secret project :3c I'm just caught in limbo rn xdxd
SO! THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE SUPPORT!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 I love everyone of you guys!!! I see the favs too :P I know my day one supporters are still here!! Thank you <3
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So! small life update. Keeping it short right now. It's 11:40 PM and I need to be awake in like 5 hours xdxd
I'll mention this again in the future when I'm awake and actually not half asleep writing my thank you journs. BUT!!! I've noticed it's hard for me to convey my real emotions through text. I realized some of my words may sound repeated and dry but that's because I didnt realize how dry it sounded xdxd. I want to say more but I hold back a lot xdxd. I find ways around this by hitting caps lock and typing my words out, adding extra letters to make the word heavier. Idk, I'm super eepy xdxd If any of my words sounded dry and bad, dont take it personally. I really mean more behind it. I just struggle with conveying it to others-
I started playing Dying Light 2!!!! I'm really liking it so far!!!! (only 3 hours in) but I am enjoying it :3c As a zombie apocalypse fan, this is awesome sauce.Raffle Winner Winner Chicken Dinner
Posted 5 months agoHi Hi!!! I'M SO GLAD I GOT SO MANY PEOPLE TO JOIN!!!!! WE HAD 84 ENTRIES!! (more on this later, let me get to the winner now for those who are here for it.)
The winner is...
#84
*I have contacted the winner*
For anyone wondering how I got the winner, let me explain it now.
Here are the images for proof - https://postimg.cc/gallery/y6mLrsf
This is my first raffle, so if anything seems fishy and odd let me know so if I do one again I'll know how to make it seem better next time
Here is how I did it. I set up a world clock located in the time zone of when I wanted it to end (PST - Los Angeles. Not where I live!) I then made the google randomizer with the max amount of entries I had. (I wont lie, for about 10 or 15 minutes before I was just spinning it to see the numbers... I was so excited-)
I realized a small issue with having another window opened up over a window... Clicking on the bigger window made the smaller window disappear so I would have to re open it when I took my final screenshot. This wasn't an issue though. Just a small time delay.
In the final moments, I took a screen shot 10 seconds before the end time so you guys would see I wasnt picking someone. I spammed the randomizer button watching the time on my pc change to 10:30. I opened the world clock again and I took a screenshot.
This was how I got my winner!
(An issue I realized after it ended was I took the winner's screenshot without showing the tabs... If this feels weird and bad, I 100% understand. No need to continue following me. The multiple tabs you see at the bottom are Opera's 2 tabs I had opened for the world clock, and the google random number generator. If this feels sketchy, I completely understand)
🩵💛🩵💛SO!!!! I AM SO GLAD I GOT SO MANY PEOPLE WHO ENTERED!!! <3 THANK YOU FOR ENTERING!!!!!!!! 💛🩵💛🩵
I got to meet so many people, and learn about so many people. I love all of you guys!!! <3 So many lovely OC's!! Thank you guys for wanting to join Lapis!!!!! <3 I am wishing everyone the best in life and if I ever do another raffle I wish you guys the best and to see you all back again.
If anyone wanted a comm with Lapper, ask me first!!! As I've always stated~ Make sure to ask me and send me the deets!! >.w.<
I wanted to say thanks to Hyattlen!!! They are so nice and awesome sauce. I couldnt have asked a better artist for this!!!!!! <3I got to meet and say Hi to so many people I've been following!!! Thanks for your interest in being with Lapper!!!! I hope to see you guys in the future!!!
I am also so tired, it took me so long to write this because of my adhd brain lol... I am note friendly btw! Just keep it wholesome or friendly at least-
Wrote this listening to: Juice WRLD - My Flight ft. Lil Uzi Vert & XXXTentacion(CLOSED TY FOR JOINING) Raffle featuring my OC <3
Posted 5 months agoHi Hi! I hope youre well! <3 My heart rate is faster than a jet >.< I'm a little nervous!!
We hit a new milestone + this next post will be the funny number (69 submissions) SO! What better way to do it! Than to have a little raffle!!! <3
I am hoping this goes well- xdxd
Artist is 
hyattlen !!!!!! <3 TYSM
Here is the YCH featuring my boyo <3
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60873920/
Here are the rules to join! :3
hyattlen1. Must be watching myself and Hyattlen!
(My link - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/beann0843) ^w^ (Hyattlen's link - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/hyattlen/)
2. Make a journal about this raffle!
(leave a link to this journal or my reminder posts about this raffle~)
3. Leave a comment in this journal about your favorite number!
(personally, mine is 999)
I'm allowing a BONUS POINT! (not mandatory to join!)
(favorite only 2 or more of my submissions for 1 extra point!! And write in your comment that you favorited some of my submissions <3) A few notesIf you do steps 1-3 that means you've joined! You get a point >.< No need for the bonus~
THIS ENDS IN 1 WEEK! On the 22nd of Thursday!!! (10:30 PM PST)
I will be pulling from google's random number generator!!! I will create a link to the image to show proof of the winner!
You need a reference sheet :P
Please keep in mind, I am away from work for a long period of time- I will write back once I am free!From Hyattlen~ "any gender, any species, any bodytype, text can be added, pose can be changed/adjusted"I think that's it-- >.< Thanks for reading~ Best of luck!!! <3
New Milestone achieved! | Little Update on life - March 2025
Posted 7 months agoHello~ :3c 💛💙
I've broken 1000 favs!!! I have 1047 favs and 173 Watchers >.< as of writing this💙💛💙💛💙
Been thinking about the first milestone. Breaking 60 watchers and 270 favorites only 7 months ago. Now here I am with 1047 favs. I am so grateful for being allowed to get this far :3
I hope I continue down this road, and provide amazing and paw-some arts for you guys :3c
Been thinking about a potential raffle~ Or one where I just pick someone from the comments- An art piece with Lapper and one of your oc's! Should I do this? The artist will probably just be someone I know. We'll see. Might flip a coin. If enough people think it's a good idea, I'll go for it!! 100% payment on me ofc.
💛💙Little life update💛💙
Seen so many cute images of female game characters and I'm melting so bad💙💛💙 Thinking about getting comms with these images but with Lapper 😩 If onlyyyyyyyy... I have so many ideas for cute comms xdxd
And... Uhh... I'm not going to the furrcon hosting on April 17th - 20th. I had some pretty bad and creepy pms... I probably shouldnt say much about it, but I got pretty uncomfortable lol. Moving on, I wont be afraid to go next year or anything. I need some body guards most likely, but I'll go next year. Gives me time to buy a fursuit!!! maybe xd
ANYWAYS
I'm going to wrap this up!!
Give me some thoughts in notes/comments about the raffle thingy. Have a good day~💛💙💛💙
Wrote this listening to Rockstar - BoyWithUkeBeann - Mar 2025 update :3
Posted 8 months agoHello!!!! Sorry for vanishing after uploading delicious yummy art from Chlorinovi! (ty!!!!!!!!!)
Truth is, my rent has went up about 400$ :D Which was my freebee money for art
But we bounce back >:3 I've got some commissions on the rise!
I've also wanted to say that I made some promises to some people that I'd get art with their oc (sorry) but I wasn't expected the, "new year, new homeless plan" thingy @w@
ANYWAYS!!!!!! I'ma go devour a lemon, bc fuk dem lemons! *Reference to "When life gives you lemons" joke*First Milestone
Posted a year agoI never though to do this because I didnt think how far I would go on this site but it seems it's a normal site I visit daily now.
I hit 60 watchers and 270 favorites
Thank you guys! <3 some of them are artists that I have commissioned, some are friends, and some are strangers that like my character/art I get back
I dont know when I'll bring up the next milestone but I'm happy this one has happened
I hit 60 watchers and 270 favorites
Thank you guys! <3 some of them are artists that I have commissioned, some are friends, and some are strangers that like my character/art I get back
I dont know when I'll bring up the next milestone but I'm happy this one has happened
Commission Lists!
Posted 2 years ago -A list of awaiting for comms here!-Ryotsu (With their oc!) - Waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ryotsu/Ariozyn-Soulcatcher - Waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ar.....n-soulcatcher/Yka - Waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60444409/Svetkaa - Waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60464736/Scollopendra - Waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/scollopendra/delt.a - Waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/delt.a/Pomfishee - Waiting!
https://x.com/pomfisheeMoito - Waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/moito/Svetka - Waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60322934/Scollopendra - waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60818091/Svetka - Waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60857916/Yuka - Waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/yka/Yuka - Waiting!
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/yka/