"A-a man c-c-came in..." You can't stop your voice from shaking. Your head hurts so bad now and there's a terrible knot in your stomach.

"Ain't the first time~" She laughs at this. "Wha' he look liiike?"

"He was h-u-g-e." You gesture with your hands. "R-really tall and really wide...not fat but j-just...he was huge. He had to du-duck to fit through the door."

Michele's eyes open wide at this, and while Tony is still snickering for no reason she looks serious.

"Wait wait...huge? Did he have ah what're they called..." She moves her hands in a motion to suggest sideburns and a beard. "All connected and like umm...peach fuzz! Oh wait, did he say anythin'?"

"You said you weren't bringing cuuustomers back here..." Tony must have finally snapped back t o paying attention.

"Shut it! It sounds like she's talkin' about my...listen Bunny I need to know if he said ANYTHING, don't matter if you remember what it was."

You shake your head 'no', ready to tell her that the man had been silent when a hand against her face knocks her to the ground.

"What the fuck? You said you wasn't bringin' them home and you said you wasn't fallin' in love with 'em!" The anger Tony is radiating is just...you've never seen it before.

"Go to hell pencil dick! Now you care what I do!" Michele gets up, picking up a plate and throwing it at him. The screaming escalates and you want to escape so badly...you try pushing through them but you are knocked flat on your ass and there's an intense pain coming from your cheek.

"You ain't goin' anywhere either!"

"Tont don't you DARE lay another hand on her! You leave her alone, she ain't done nothin' to you!" Michele picks you up as she yells this, and before he can say anything else you are shoved into the bathroom.

They shouting continues, the sound of breaking and things being thrown adding in to the commotion. You sit in the tub, hugging the bag to your chest. There's screaming...you can only cover your ears. Your mom and dad fought before but it never got violent. However the violence is replaced by a silence in only a moment.
What do you do?

Previous thread here >>38509

>>67054
Try to hide

>>67054
Hide, and take this opportunity to take the container with the powder in it out of our bag, then put it somewhere in the closet. That thing is bad news, no matter what it is. Drugs make us nervous.

>>67044
Try to hide. Find cover of any kind and prepare knife.

Forgot taking my name off. Pretend like nothing happened.

>>67044
Aren't we 11?

>>67128
Thirteen.

>>67069
This

>>67133
Well, yes, that's what the post says. I thought I remembered us determining that Delilah is eleven in the previous thread, thiugh.

>>67144
Don't think so? Sue mistyped what year Delilah was in but corrected it when it was pointed out.

>>67128
No, were 13 apparently. Plus she had her first period quite recently.

So take from that what you will

>>67164
Girls can get their periods right around ten or eleven, but fair enough.

>>67177
If I said 11 that might have been my fault, but I have been seeing her as being 12 to 14 and thought we should just stick a static age, 13

>>67189
Nah, I probably misremembered. Don't worry about it.

From your prior experience you know that men usually win these things. And if he's done with her...
You pull out your knife, holding it in front of you as you take steps back. You start to go over a plan in your head.

He'll probably come in here and try to grab you. All you need to do is thrust your knife forward and run past him. It can't be too hard...he'll be tired from the fight and on top of that he's not sober. You hear foot steps approach you and the knife shakes a bit in your hand.

No, you can't be scared. You will be okay, you won't lose this time. You will be the one to strike first, and you'll be okay. You're going to be the one to come out on top this time, no one will hurt you, you wi-

The door starts to open and instinct takes over. You rush forward and hold your knife steadily as you thrust. There's a lot more resistance then you thought there would be, you're only able to get the blade about half way in before you're pushed away. Blood covers your hands but you've done it, now you just need to run. You push your way past Michele and through the door.

Wait.

Wait...that wasn't the man...it's not his blood on your hands...

In the living room you see Tony laying on his back, his chest not moving. A necklace is wrapped around his neck, his face is slightly blue, and his eyes bugged. You stop and turn to look back, watching Michele slump over into the bathroom.
What have you just done? Oh god...oh god what do you do...

>>67281
Frantically apologize, then try to help her.

>>67281
call an amberlamps and leave

>>67281
Boy this got bad, really fast.

Uh, we try to help her and explain why to the best of our ability.

>>67281
Nooo...

Try to help Michele. Apologize. Try to stop the bleeding. Maybe we should call an ambulance?

It was just an accident! The man was getting violent and she tried to protect you...

Fanart in the old thread. :3

>>67336
oh god more fanart ahhhhhhhh

>>67281
Get the fuck out of there and don't get caught. Plus you have food all over your hands, and don't forget the cocain. It's a win win situation.

Also for the people who don't know what in talking about:
Delilah is a vampire
and she has 3 lines of cocain in her backpack.

OP will explain if your curious.

Maybe...

>>67281

Call an ambulance and try to stop the blood.

Holy shit you people are bad at decisions.
Get out of your flighty rabbit mentality

Call and ambulance, and try to help stop the bleeding. Use the murder-necklace or a belt as a tourniquet if it's a limb wound, otherwise just use some cloth or something. I don't know, we're only thirteen! FUCK.

Run as soon as you've tried to help some.

"Michele?...Oh god...I'm sorry...I didn't...I didn't mean to..." You can only stammer as you drop your knife, rushing over to her. She has positioned herself in the bathtub, hand over her wound as it covers her fingers.
"Pfft...you think I can't handle this? I told you..that stuff's magically...I can't feel a thing." She smiles but there's pain in her eyes. "Honestly, you probably did me a favor anyways"

She pulls a pack of cigarettes out, lighting one in her mouth. She offers you one and you take it. You owe her so much right now. She lights hers quickly enough and hands you the lighter...you're shaking so badly though that she trades you cigarettes, giving you her already lit one. The smoke hurts your lungs but you try to push through it.

"Tony's dead, but you could probably already tell. I really did love him, believe it or not. The happy times were so great, but when stuff was rocky...I know it can't always be ups but it seems like lately I've been stuck on the ground, like a bird with a broken wing. I thought I could get myself back together at some point...become a chef like I always wanted to, stop screwing for money, start a family. But I guess not everyone can live the good life, ya know? Tony just couldn't keep his love to himself though but I guess it's my fault for selling mine..." She takes a long inhale of smoke, enjoying it before it fills the room.
"You don't know what I'm talkin' about, I'm just babblin' on at this point...fuck this is startin' to hurt. Listen, I ain't going to prison, I just can't do it. I'm sorry you got caught up in all this but, do me a favor then you can scram alright? There's a photo album, it's hidden under the couch. Get it for me, will ya Bunny? "

Keeping the cigarette between your lips you rush to find it, ignoring the body as best as you can. You find a thick and worn out book and run back to the bathroom...

Michele's eyes are open, but no one is home. You hurt her, but it's not enough to kill her right? As you come closer, you can see blood dripping from her nose, a bit of clumped powder with it. An empty bag is in her hands, the remnants of some more lingering inside. Your lip quivers but you try to keep from crying. You take away the bag and replace it with the book, there's one photo sticking out. You give it a tug and hold a faded Polaroid picture...

You hear movement from upstairs and jolt a bit. You have to hurry out. You place the photo in your pocket and give one last look to Michele.

"Thank you and...I'm so sorry..." You exit the building with your bag as quickly as you can, trying to keep to yourself as police cars whir past you with their sirens blaring. The last of the ash from the cigarette falls, and you smash it underneath your heel.
Michele and Tony are dead. What do you do now? It's about 3 in the afternoon, and you are in an unknown and dangerous neighborhood.

>>67530
shit i just realized I forgot to write a certain part but i'll retcon it in the next update I am a professional.

>>67530
Run.

>>67530
suck that blood off ya hands, try to find your way out of the neighbourhood while staying hidden

>>67530
Try to clean the blood off your hands. Walk briskly and try to not look out of place. Have to find somewhere to hide for the night.

Clutch the knife in your pocket... because we did remember the knife, right?

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>>67530
Goddamnit, I told ya we were too fucking spazzed out.

We need to get back to the park and use the bathroom there to tidy ourselves a bit so we don't get cuffed for murder.

>>67616
You're killing me sue.
Not like we just killed Michele, but... You know

>>67530
Suck all the blood out of her dead body,
and Get the fuck out,

also burn down the building.
Distroy the evidence.

(Maybe someone can draw fanart of delilah walking away from a burning building licking the blood off her hands)

That would be awesome

>>67662
>spazzed out.
Shocking.

It would be for the best if you got some distance away from the apartment. As you walk there's a smell you can't ignore though...you're going to have to get rid of it anyways...
Michele's blood on your hands is starting to dry, but it will be fine. You bring your hand to your mouth and begin to lick it away.

...

Her blood has a bitter taste, but you can't really be choosy. You lick up all you can, getting what's on your wrist and other hand. A pleasant buzz fills your head again and a warm feeling travels down your center. Despite the bitterness, a sweet after taste lingers on your tongue later.

You enter a store and wash your hands off properly. Making sure you're alone, you clean the knife off too. Your body just feels so nice right now, if only your thoughts were the same. It's such a strange conflict, but you can't focus on that. You need to keep moving, keep going on...

There's a bench up ahead with a bus schedule on it. The next one won't be there for another hour, but you decide you can at least try to figure out what to do. You're quite a bit away from the apartment now but you're still not in a good place. What to do...

A mother with two children comes and joins you on the bench. Soon more people shuffle in, awaiting the bus. An elderly couple, a group of three teenage girls, a group of boys a bit older then them who look like they just finished playing a game some where, a couple of men getting off of work...
Should you get on the bus or try to goo out on foot?

My kitten keeps peeing EVERYWHERE

>>67958
get on the bus, it's probably safer than walking

>>67958
Get on the bus and try to stay near the mother and her children

Bus is love, bus is life.

>>67958
The bus will cost money won't it? How much do we have?

Also, what's the name of your kitten?

>>68006
This. Can't trust someone solely on their gender, but a parent with children with them should be a safer bet than most.

>>68039
You have almost 200$.
I have two, Squiggles and Chibi and SQUIGGLES WON'T USE THE DAMN LITTERBOX AUGH

>>68051
Squiggles confirmed for whizzard and not subject to your arbitrary pee limitations.

>>68044
That's what I was thinking.

>>68044
>a parent with children with them should be a safer bet than most.
>Inb4 she commits incest with her children on a daily basis

>>68077
Sure, why not? It's not like everyone else in this quest isn't a secret rapist, murderer, drug addict, or just an outright unpleasant person. This lady can join the club, too.

>>68112
And hooker, don't forget the hookers.
That little boy we helped earlier?
He's el Guapo

>>68128
Olé!

>>68128
>el Guapo
I am retarded I meant el Chapo

>>68112
>It's not like everyone else in this quest isn't a secret rapist, murderer, drug addict, or just an outright unpleasant person. This lady can join the club, too.

You realise that all we are doing is sitting next to her. We're not going to talk or even make eye contact, unless sue makes us of course, (which they probably will)

It's the day time and it seems like there are enough...wholesome?...people here, maybe the bus isn't a bad idea for now. You wait with the rest of them till it rolls up minutes later, doors swinging open and people pushing in and out. It seems like there are a good number of kids and teens on board, most of them must be getting off from school.
School...

You rush to take a seat behind the mother. It doesn't seem to bad in here but...well you don't really want to take any chances. The bus lurches forward and starts to make its way. You relax a bit, you don't plan to get off for a while. You lean your face against the seat in front...you can hear the mother calming her small children. She sounds exhausted but her voice is just...so calm.

You close your eyes and just focus on it...

It reminds you a bit of when you were younger...much younger...before you even know what it was like to hurt...

Back when your grandmother was nice to you, which sounds hard to believe now. But way back, when you were small and your dad would bring you over for visits...

She loved how you looked so much like him. Your strong eyebrows, the gap in your front teeth, the bridge of your nose...grandma loved that her granddaughter looked just like her son. There was one day where she absolutely spoiled you too, neither of your parents were around for your birthday and you were just devastated. She ended up taking you to go see what ended up being your favorite movie...
What was that movie?
Try and keep it doable to the vague ass time period but I won't be terrible. Can be a really old movie too.

>>68225
Godzilla Vs. Mothra (1992)

>>68225
Annie. Ever since dad died and everything started falling apart, we've secretly hoped that a kind, rich parental substitute would come in, take us away from everything bad, and take care of us.

>>68199
I do realize that. Do you realize that I was responding to the joke the other guy made about how this woman will suddenly turn out to be horrible and abusive, like most characters in this quest have been?

>>68225
The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Mary Poppins.

I'm actually at a loss here, but those three are nice.

>>68275
seconding the princess bride or labyrinth, they came out in 86 and 87 so it'd fit the time frame about right

>>68225
The matrix

>>68275
Oh Princess Bride is a good one. Let me change my vote to that. Imagine little Delilah quoting Wesley or Inigo Montoya, trying to sound cool.

Another for princess bride, it's just too damn quotable.

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>>67737
Not quite the thing you asked but here's a gift.

>>68275
Princess Bride? Eh, sure why not.

>>68321
Pfffft.

>>68321
That's the most beautiful thingI've ever seen.

>>68321
...It's perfect...

The Princess Bride had just came out recently when she took you. It was such a fun movie, you remember laughing so much at it the first time. When you would watch it later, you thought how amazing the rest of it was too. Your dad would reenact scenes with you constantly...any time the both of you had a drink you would switch them around and tell him in your big booming little girl voice that this was a test. You remember the one time where he said that he was immune to the poison, took a sip out of both drinks and fell over onto the table...only to spring back up and grab you when you checked on him. Your mother actually laughed at this too, one of the few times she ever did. And as you got older, you thought about how wonderful it would be to have your own Westley...someone to come and snatch you off your feet.
If only you had someone to rescue you now...but who would want to have you as their princess bride?

The bus comes to a stop, and to your dismay the mother escorts her and the children off. You're still not sure of your surroundings so you decide to stay on a bit longer...those girls that are a few years older then you are just a few seats up front anyways.

That buzzing in your head has dissipated, and for the first time in a long time you feel normal...well as close as you can get to that now. The bus starts it's travel once again and you remember the picture. You pull it out and your heart drops.

It's a younger Michele, probably when she was about 15. She's smiling and happy, next to her stands a boy a bit taller then her...it looks like he's trying to grow a beard but it's pretty pitiful. They look like they're related though. An older man and woman stand in the back...her parents? Probably, the woman has the same kind of hair as Michele. You slip the photo in your bag for now. Another stop and more people get on...someone sits in front of you but you take little notice. You just feel...just plain awful.

You look out the window for a bit, and the clouds keep the sun from pushing through. You can see your reflection easily...how pitiful you look. You focus on looking at the other people around. The elderly couple are a few seats behind...the boys too as they take up a couple rows...the man in front of your has a close cut beard-

It's the same man from the apartment who broke into the apartment.

>>68423
WEW LAD THAT LAST LINE
OPS

>>68432
Alright but to be fair to me as I was proofreading I slipped on my shoe that Squiggles decided to poop in. pls no bully ;_; And in fucking up the last line I also forgot this so I trust you to put them together for me.
oh god what do?

>>68423
Get off at the next stop, head down.

>>68423
>And as you got older, you thought about how wonderful it would be to have your own Westley...someone to come and snatch you off your feet. If only you had someone to rescue you now...but who would want to have you as their princess bride?

We need to get this girl a sweet boyfriend. Or at least a sweet friend who happens to be a boy. That's how these things start.

>It's the same man from the apartment who broke into the apartment.

Keep our head down and hope he doesn't notice us.

>>68521
You were close to getting
>but who would want you as their Godzilla vs Mothra (1992)?

>>68530
>tfw you will never have a Mothra to your Godzilla
why live?

>>68423
Oh no wait, is he Michele's brother... ? Maybe he wasn't even breaking into the apartment, but checking up on his sister? Can we even tell him what happened?

... would he even understand it was an accident?

Maybe we should just get off at the next stop...

>but who would want to have you as their princess bride?
Mmm. Yes. Right in the feels. :<

>>68511
You may need to get a second litter box. One kitten I had wouldn't go in the same box as its sibling, but would happily use another box I got. It could be a territorial thing?

>>68530
Well now we need fanart of that.

>>68552
If some dude saw his sister dead, I don't think he'd just be standing here calmly waiting for us to notice her.
And why else would her brother seek you out?
Thus, we can safely assume this guy is not her brother and is instead interested in us for another reason.

>>68582
Maybe he doesn't know because he's been our looking for his sister. Maybe he doesn't have a car and has to use public transport. We can't safely assume anything, since,
>next to her stands a boy a bit taller then her...it looks like he's trying to grow a beard but it's pretty pitiful. They look like they're related though.

Furthermore, the guy knocked first, and unlocked the door instead of, say, kicking it in like a rapey coke fiend.

>>68423
Don't get off right away, try to leave with a big crowd.

Clutch your knife tight.

Oh no oh no no...no it'll be fine...it will be fine...you're behind him, he can't see you right now. You watch his reflection more...he seems out of it, there are bags under his eyes and his gaze focuses on the ground. Does he know what happened after he left?...

His eyes shift to the window and you turn away. There's no more movement from in front of you...probably didn't see you. Probably. Maybe he will get off at the next stop, then everything will be alright, watch he will get up and leave and it will all be okay.

...

Nope...the next stop comes and goes and yet he remains. The old couple has left...oh god who could you go to for help?...the boys in the back are a little ...well they act like boys their age, but they seem nice enough...maybe if push comes to shove...

You try to keep yourself as small and quiet as possible, trying not to jump at the slightest bit of movement from the man. You're not even sure if he would recognize you now...you're wearing your beanie and coat now. He didn't see those earlier, you're sure of it. You tuck your hair carefully into your beanie and make sure your knife is somewhere reachable. The bus is approaching a street you recognize, it would be best to leave now before you end up somewhere unknown again.

Alright, game plan. When the bus stops, you'll make sure the guy is staying on. You get up and walk out calmly, like an adult. If he gets off, well then you just stay and it's easy enough.

As the bus slows you take a few calming breaths. It's time. The bus stops and the doors swing open. You wait and it seems like he isn't moving...you can do this, it'l be okay.

You get up and start to leave, but fail to notice the boys had already started moving up front. They bump into you, too engrossed into their conversation to pay attention. The back of your heel is stepped on, and you begin to fall. You start to rethink your game plan in those short moments.

It'll be fine, you'll fall, pick yourself off, leave in total embarrassment, you'll be fine, everything is fine.

Before you hit the ground, someone grabs you, preventing your fall. You can hear the apologies of the boy behind you, and in instinct you turn to tell him its alright.

[1/2]

>>68867
"Oh, thanks for th-..."

The person who grabbed you is the man, his huge hand still on your arm. Your speechless as he sets you back on your feet, letting you go and sitting back down.

It's fine, everything is still fine, he can't tell it is you, he doesn't know what you sound like.

"Thank you." Your voice squeaks out the words, this time out of pure nervousness. He looks up and smiles like he is about to say something, but then his eyes shoot wide open. You notice your curly lock is poking out in front of your face.

Dammit.

You're off the bus before anyone can blink. You run up a bit of the way and stop to catch your breath, looking back. It seems like a whole lot of people are leaving and entering, but not that man. The bus soon takes off, and you breathe a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, God."
You start to walk, but there's a loud screech and a car horn. You look back and it seems like the bus has made a sudden stop. The doors are thrown open and the man steps out.
Oh, god dammit.

>>68552
I might need to, they are still little though, only about six weeks. cute lil bastard being all cute though

>>68882
Run. Duck into a convenience store at a gas station or something. They'll be open, and they're used to dealing with sketchy people.

If someone doesn't post the gif that says 'Run bitch run!" from Scary Movie I will be a lil disappoint.

>>68882
Wait, is he coming towards us? Start backing away and keep an eye on him. Look for somewhere with a lot of light and where people can see us. Maybe a gas station or convenience store. Or in a hotel lobby.

>>68988
But won't you be disappointed now that you've told them to?

>>69006
Don't question the ways of a cowboy.

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>>69098
I love it and you.

>>69098
This is the thread that just keeps on giving.

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>>69098
Albert confirmed for forever good guy, friend.

>>68882
How many people are around? If we're in the middle of a crowd he wouldn't try anything... right? He didn't do anything last time we met so it's not like he's all bad... RIGHT?

You take a some careful steps back. Maybe he'll run the other direction, no need to draw attention to yourself. Just wait for him to go the other way, and run-
He looks over at you.

Running now is probably a good idea. You run down the streets, pushing past the few people walking. Glancing back, you can see he has taken chase but...

Lucky for you it seems you're the faster one. Sprinting seems to be something you do a lot lately, so you are prepa-

Alright, you trip but you're quick back to your feet. You're prepared to outrun him. You seem to be in an area of businesses, it's pretty busy. There seems to be a lot of clubs and similar establishments...

Wait this isn't right? Oh dammit, you should have gone the other way...you're lost again. It's too late to fix your mistake though. You keep your knife, shut, in your hand. Where to go where to...

You head in one direction but see a parked police car. Bad idea.

You turn and end up going behind the buildings. You're in the alley now, a long row of buildings in front of you. You start to catch your breath but...

You seem to have lost him, for now anyways.
What do you decide to do?
Long wait for short update, my bad.

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>>69333
Outlaw Delilah takes no chances!

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>>69357
Honestly it doesn't take long for me to write. There's long waits cause I get distracted and read stuff on the internet. I try to do something waiting for replies then I see what time it is and pic related happens.

>>69339
Check your cameras.

>>69412
Fuck, corners, corners. I meant corners.

>>69444
oh thank god I was very confused

>>69339
Stay calm. Gotta stay calm.

If he sees us, maybe if we just explain the situation to him, it'll be okay.

Maybe if we... embezzled the truth a little. Put the blame on Tony... since it sorta was his fault to begin with.

>>69339
Are there at least two exits to this alley? The last thing we want is to be trapped in an alley with a man who may want to hurt us. If it's a dead end, get out immediately and go somewhere else, while looking out for the man.

You take the time to catch your breath, but you stay on guard. You peek around the corner and see no one coming your way.

What could he want with you? You pull the photo out of your bag and take a good look at it again. It's pretty faded but...is it the same guy? He had to know Michele some how, but was he close to her? You study the boy's face in the photo more, you can kind of make out a scar above his eyebrow. You haven't gotten a good look at the man's face, but you really hope that you don't need to.

Everything is strange...it's so strange...ugh...that feeling in your head again...

You start to walk down the alley, photo in your pocket and head in your hand. There's a gap between most buildings and you can hear the bustle and business from the street. Maybe he got lost out there? You certainly did...once you reach the end of the alley you head back out and find out where you are, maybe figure out what Spam is, man you hope it taste better then those sardi-

Your shoulder gets yanked and you're pulled back. You look up at the person.

That little scar is still there.

"Please, just leave me alone!" You shout as you try to push him away. Your foot comes up and kicks him hard in the shin, he loosens his grip enough for you to run away. You run back to the street. You search for somewhere to enter, that you can hide away from the man, somewhere smart, somewhere safe...you need to choose carefully.

The man comes out behind you and you make a beeline to the first building you can.

You enter inside a small grocery store, kind of a strange place for one but you aren't picky. There's a woman up at the cash register, a door behind her.
What do you do?

>>69764
Something to hide behind. Pretend we're browsing.

If he comes in after us, we could slip between some shelves to lose him and... keep running.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

See if there is a bathroom we can hide in.

It would probably be best to hide in the restroom. You take a look around but don't see any other doors except for the one behind the register. That's weird...most places have one don't they?

You try to stay behind the shelves, pretending to look.

For a grocery store they don't have many cans and everything is just...really dusty too. Do they not get a lot of customers?...

The front bells jingles and your heart skips a beat. You take a peek a see another woman has entered. Instead of looking around she just goes straight to the back door...maybe she works here? Or maybe the other half of the building is their home.

You look around the shelf and through the glass door...people are passing by...and so does the man. You can tell he is just outside but it doesn't seem like he knew where you went. That doesn't mean he can't easily come inside though.

"Excuse me...ma'am?" You approach the woman at the counter. She doesn't look up from her magazine. "Um...I was wondering if you had a bathroom?"

"Not for customers." She won't even look at you.

"Oh well I uh...I really need to go..."
"Where's your parents? You shouldn't be out without them."

"It's just...just me..." She glances up as you say this, eyeing you up. Her eyes fall upon your bag, then your face.

"Oh I get it, you're just a little street rat, aren't ya? Or maybe a run away." She stands up, lighting a cigarette. Do you really look like it now? How embarrassing...

"Nah I get it though. You look like you could use some cleaning up...you want to use the bathroom in the back?"

You look back towards the door and see the man is still out there, his back to you...is he talking to people? Probably asking if they have seen you walk by...
Do you accept her offer?

>>70045
Just tell her that that guy's after us, and point him out. No need to hide in a bathroom that may or may not have rape in it.

>>70045
... is this even a real grocery store?

Maybe we should just face the guy. If there are people around, he wouldn't do anything, right? Maybe if we spoke loud enough that they could hear us. Asked him why he's following us.

... ask him if he's some kind of pervert.

>>70045
What day is it? I believe it was Sunday since the brothel.

>>70286
It is currently a Monday for Delilah.

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>>70293
>Got raped 2 times
>Homeless
>Killed a nice lady
>In a span of 2-3 days
I am surprised Delilah isn't a quivering sack of tears right now.

>>70322
I have a feeling it's all going to come crashing down on her when she finally gets to rest for a bit

"Oh um that's fine..."
"But you just asked to us it!" Her voice sounds...not angry but something similar. You suddenly feel...trapped. The man was chasing you but...honestly what would he have done? There were all those people around...you were probably over reacting right?

A weird smell begins to waft out from the room behind the woman as she approaches you. There is something not right here.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, I'm just going to leave now." You back away slowly but turn preparing to run. The woman wraps her arms around you and drags you back, your bag falling to the ground. You struggle but your arms are pinned down. You are pulled into the backroom as she starts to talk.

"Hey listen, the less you struggle the better it will be for you, alright?"

The woman from earlier approaches, holding some thing in her hand. She speaks in some language you don't understand...German? The two women converse for a bit before the lady walks up to you. She places something on the tip of her tongue and leans in close. A hand grabs the back of your head and you can't move away...

...

She slips something in your mouth...god it taste awful...you try to spit it out but it sticks to you.

"Listen, we needed a little entertainment for our guest tonight, and you seem to be a perfect stand in."

You are about to speak but...ugh...you feel weird...

>>70322
She is trying her hardest ;_;
Also! I will post another update when I return, but I must go get fajitas There's no choices for you here but there will be next time!
Happy Cinco de Mayo, be nice while I am gone for an hour!

>>70340
Is every rapist in the world congregating two blocks from our house? Not that I'm not enjoying the quest so far, but my disbelief can only be suspended so much.

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>>70377
Maybe it will not be rape? Dancing? Singing? You don't know what entertainment means.

>>70322
Shock can be a bit like that, actually. She knows what happened, but she's not fully processing it due to pressure she's under.

Once she finds a measure of stability, she may suffer a breakdown.

>>70351
Y-you too.
And Michele's brother comes and saves us, friend. Deal? Deal.

>>70392
Even if we avoid what is clearly the setup for yet another rape, I just find it unusual that there appears to be this conga line of people just waiting to victimize a thirteen year old girl. Think of all the people we've encountered since we left home. How many of them didn't try to do something bad to us?

The cop gave us money and directions. The strippers let us hang out for the night. Michele was sort of nice, but also tried to convince us into taking drugs.

Everyone else has leaped at the chance to abuse us. Again, not that I'm not enjoying these threads, because I am. But it's getting to the point where it's hard for me to really feel sad about what's happening to Delilah anymore, because it's honestly kind of over the top.

>>70377
You have made a lot of ground in your few days.
i know it's a lot going on in a short time but we gotta keep it going or it would be boring
Plus, from experience I've seen its easy for a lot of bad stuff to happen in a short amount of time. To be fair in my experience it was less rape and more drug deals.
a lot of stuff that happens has been inspired by real and personal events

>>70459
Michele wasn't trying to be malicious with the drugs, though. It's been her coping mechanism for so long that it just seems like the thing to do because it "helps".

"It's worked for me, so why not?" is sort of the mentality.

Not that it absolves her, but there are two sides to every coin.

>>70340
FUCKING STAB THEM
WHY WAS THE KNIFE NOT IN OUR HANDS?

>>70516
>i know it's a lot going on in a short time but we gotta keep it going or it would be boring

I get where you're coming from. I don't think a reprieve of some sort would be particularly boring, though. It would also make the bad thing seem worse by comparison, rather than just being a continuation of one big, unbroken bad situation.

>>70523
Oh, yeah, definitely. Michele was obviously trying to be nice. That's why I listed her as one of the nice people.

>>70554
Ah I see where you are coming from now friendo, very very slight spoiler i got you covered senpai don't you worry

Fun fact! Michele was based on a man I knew as a child! Great guy but liked the hard stuff, he ended up ODing in te car with my mom cause he didn't want the police to find his drugs and take him in.

A lot of characters have real people equivalents: Mr Chalker was a nice man who gave me a silent dollar at church for instance.
And those fajitas will be mine.

>>70616
Silver dollar*

>>70340
AAAA GOD WHY

Pull a knife on them and attack in a drugged up haze

>>70616
Well fuck OP that's some tough shit.

Anyways yeah we're going to take our stab, satiate our thirst, and get the hell up.

All while screaming bloody murder this time.

>>70664
Don't worry this stuff mainly happened when I was Delilah's age and a bit younger but I didn't see or understand I till I was older. Unless someone cool asks then I've been hustlin these streets and ain't nobody mess with me.

>>70625
Also,
>aCowboyNanedSue
>Naned

I DON'T WANT TO SELECT ANY MORE STORE FRONTS I NEVER GET IT RIGHT ANYWAY

>>70703
>Select all the streets
>Every single field is part of a street sign
>WROOONG

>>70703
Mobile posting is hard ;_;

>>68225
spaghetti western trilogy of course

>>70351
OP are u dead or is thread dead and I don't know?

>>71029
You're dead and you just don't know it yet.
I just came back from food! Making next update now!

>>71041
There will be blood, and it's not Delilahs.

You...damn...your head its swimming...

The girls carry you to a room and set you down on a bed. One leaves while another removes your coat, throwing it on your lap. You're sweating and your heart is beating but its not just fast...it's like...it's struggling to keep pace...

"Lets find you something better to wear, you look like a nun right now."

She starts to go through a box of clothes while the other lady returns with your bag. Plopping down next to you, she starts to rummage through your belongings.

"Nothing good in here...just clothes and a blanket...what this?"

Ms Buttons is pulled out...no don't pull her out...put her back where she is safe and where nothing can get her...put her back put her back

"You're on the streets but you still carry dolls? How sad." She looks over Ms Buttons before tossing her, and your bag, to the ground.

"Maybe if you had something good on you we could have let you go buuuut...you did loiter in the store a while. What's that saying here? Time is money?" The woman walks across the room, pulling out different items and setting them on the table. She ends up stepping on Ms Buttons a few time....no no poor Ms Buttons...

The women talk to each other again in their language and the one looking for your 'outfit' leaves. Your head is some how pounding in pain and numb at the same time...you're sweating so badly...the tips of your fingers and toes start to twitch a bit...

You move your hand towards the coat of your pocket...your knife is in your palm and the woman is facing away from you...
What do you do, Delilah?

>>71101
This quest is pretty arousing...

Stab and bite her

>>71101
Not again...

Not this time...

This time it stops.

Get out the knife and end her.

... sorry you have to see this, Ms Buttons.

>>71101
Stabby stabby.

>>71101
Is there any blood left? See if we can lick a bit of it. And then stab them repeatedly.
If not then wait for one to get close and cut her and then drink the blood and use your vamped up strength to overpower them.

>>71148
Either way, make a blood bath. Rip and Tear and stab and bite.

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>>71101
Stab but don't kill. I don't want our MC to be a hardened killer just yet.

>>71188
It's to late for that
This is the final straw
After this we will have nothing but blood

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>>71206
IT IS NEVER TOO LATE FOR REDEMPTION!
OP PLZ DON'T DO IT!!!
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

>>71217
Anon.

It must be done.

They just hurt Mr. Buttons.

We are not letting this go. Not ever.

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>>71217
There is no redemption for these two
And for us there is nothing but the beast

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>>71254
>>71261
>muh innocence
PROTECT ZE INNOCENCE!!

>>71285
Really anon?
We lost that in the first update

"Let me go..."
"Hmm...I don't think so."

Your lip trembles a bit...but your hand does not. The blade pushed out, the handle gripped in clammy hand, your mind raced on thousands of things but focused on one.

You won't be the victim. Not any more. People have hurt you, taken advantage of you enough...these women think they can do the same? Do they think they could put you through worst pain then those men before? Then what your mother has done? As you think about it that feeling in your stomach, the knot of hate, rises up. Why? Why is it always you? Why do you always have to be the victim of everyone's selfishness? Does no one realize how bad you have been defeated? How much shame you have felt? No more...

It takes so much energy but you manage to stand, your coat falling to the ground.

"I recommend you don't move, you wanna save all your energy for the next hou-"

As she turns around, your knife grazes her arm.

"What...what the FUCK!" She is pushed back, but you also stumble. Your head is just a huge mess but you know what your goal is.

You'll leave this fight as the winner.

An elbow swings back against your face...god it hurts...you lunge at her again but the woman ends up moving away and you trip. You try to orient yourself but the knife is kicked from your hand and across the room, intense pain radiating from your wrist. The woman is looking at the cut, probably cursing in her language...

"You little shit...you won't leave here unless it's in a trash-bag...!"

You look up and your unfocused eyes spot a bottle...a nice big bottle of champagne. You get up, grabbing it tightly in your hands. The woman comes up from behind and you turn, swinging the bottle as hard as you can...

...

A few minutes later, she is on the ground, her face an absolute mess. That first swing broke her nose, and everything after that did what it needed to keep her down.

She's not getting up any time soon but you raise the bottle up above your head.

"I wont! Be! Your! TOY!" Every word earns another swing down, the glass bottle hitting her body now.

"I! AM! A! PER-!-SON!" With one last swing, the last of your anger escapes and you stare at your captor.

"...and I won't let no one hurt me any more..." You stare at what you have done...she's bad but...she probably won't die. Your anger has been replaced with something else though, something else just as awful...

Thirst.

You fall to your knees, leaning over her. You are about to go for her neck but...

Her arm will do. You bring her cut to your mouth, covering it fully as you let the warm blood flow in.

It taste like metal...awful rusted metal...

It's delicious. You never got the chance to fill yourself up like this...it's amazing. You drink till you feel like you may burst, and then you drink some more. When you're full you sit back and just...exist for a moment.
What's your course of action now?

>>71305
Get all your shit, take grasp of your knife and leave.

>>71305
Grab your shit, loot her ass and do a little dance. Play time has only just begun https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAIGb1lfpBw

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>>71305
Stealthy ninja Batman out of there. Peak around corners, stand close to walls, the whole shebang.

>>71305
YES
GET FUCKED BITCHES

Grab our shit, clean ourselves off as best we can, and get the fuck out
If we run into the other one on the way out stab the fuck out of her

>>71331
I mean, I love cats and stuff but not the first thing I think about as a theme for the quest. I am conflicted.

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>>71305
Collect reserve of blood with a receptacle. We'll need some for the road. Next, raid the store for supplies. Then skedaddle.

Kids are cruel, Delilah. And we're veeeery in touch with our inner child.

>>71341
Hey now, being a hopeless vampire kiddie with a lust for blood and enjoying feline marching bands are not mutually exclusive you know!

>>71345
Also, grab that knife and Ms. Bunny. We'll need those too.

>>71305
Get our stuff and Ms Buttons. Go through the woman's pockets. Money, keys, anything.

Get out all stealth-like, knife ready in case the other woman comes at us.

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>>71305
Leave NOW. You say that she is alive, but that is a lot of blood she is losing. I'm ok if Russian mafia lady dies as long as Delilah doesn't stay long enough to be psychologically affected.

http://www.silenthillmemories.net/music/osts/downloads/sh3_ost/25%20-%20I%20Want%20Love%20(Studio%20Mix).mp3
If anyone would like to listen to what I do while writing some updates!

>>71369
I don't know, man. I think it might be just a little bit too late to worry about our little sweetheart not being psychologically affected.

>>71361
We're ready for this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h-rj8HVW3PQ

>>71373
We Rising Revengeance Now.

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>>71381
Like I said it is never too late for redemption.

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>>71381
We O-Ren Ishii now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImyntxVxZyE

>>71395
It's far too late.

You need to act. You need out of here. That other woman is somewhere out there still and who knows who else might be? Maybe you should run into her...they need to know that they can't just hurt people like that...it's wrong what they do is wrong they can't hurt anyone else not any more not again never ne-

...

Ms Buttons is laying on the ground, just a few feet away. Her gray color...it makes the drying drops of blood on her pop out even more. You pick yourself up, stumbling as you do and hold her in your hand.

It is silly...someone like you still relying on something like a doll...how childish...

...

You have never held her so tightly before.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." You whisper the same words over and over. A cough from the women breaks you away...she's not getting up though. You give Ms Buttons a kiss before placing her ever so carefully back in place before gathering your items. You place your knife back in your pocket and put your coat back on.

Your head has that lovely buzz again but...it's almost TOO good...

Swaying a bit, you decide to check to see if the woman has anything worth taking...nothing but some keys...damn.

That bottle might be useful late though...you wipe it off on the bed and place it with your stuff. You're ready to look around but as you take a step there's a moment of blackness...your limbs become all tingly and loose...you need to get out of here...

You grab your bag and open the door, peering over the edge. It seems clear...or is your vision that dark already? Oh no oh dammit...

You take careful steps, going down the hallway...which door was it?...you try one but its locked...no wait you came from the end of the hall...all the way at the end...it's so close but why does it feel like your steps take so long?...you're here finally oh good you just need to leave and find somewhere to sit...

"Hey, where are you going?" Your breath is quickening, its painful to breathe, you're so close. The sound of running comes to your ears...you open the door and take a step out...

Ah...the man is standing in the store over by the door...a rock and a hard place...you take a few more steps forward. Are you walking through cement?...it sure as hell feels like it...you're so sleepy...why can't they just let you sleep now?...

You make it past the counter and the man approaches you slowly. The knife gripped readily in your hand...you're ready to defend yourself...you will make it out of the store you wi-...who are you kidding...you can't even walk straight...

You stumble towards the man and look up at his uneasy expression, the words of the woman shouting behind you so distant...
What do you want to say before you pass out?

>>71387
Which would be a better fit for Delilah? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfwteoZCvoY

Or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6RlSgnpLbro

>>71453 NUTS!

>>71453
Help

>>71456
The first, definitely the first.

>>71453
Well we're shit out of luck now.

"Stop her!"

>>71453
"I'm sorry... Help..."

>>71453
help

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>>71453
>Fuck da police!
>ALLAHU AKBAR!!!
>Valar Morghulis
>Viva la revolucion
>NORMIES BTFO REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Any of these will do sufficiently.

>>71453
By the way did you ever make a https://shitposter.club/ account? Also, are you going to be archiving stuff?

We can use a normie socnet if everone wants it. I just like freedom.

Also I've been archiving these threads, if you want to compile this into a full site down the line you drop some contact info. If you want an anonymous email check out https://cock.li sometime.

Mum, I...

Well i've got to get to bed
Keep Delilah safe anons
Don't be afraid to give in to the beast if you need to

"Please help me."
After the words leave your vision fills with black and your body rushes to the ground. What ever happens...hopefully you can at least get some rest now.

...

You're sore...so terribly sore. Your body is aching all over...but your headache is gone. That buzzing and warm fuzz feeling is replacing that pain...this is nice...can you always feel like this?...it's great...

Your eyes open little bit...you can't see anything. It's just dark though...you aren't blind...right? The glimpse of light passes on the very edge of your vision, moving closer then away...so at least you're not blind. Probably. Another light passes the same way and you realize that it's not the light that is moving...

You are. Your eyes open a bit more...more lights pass...there's a gentle rocking...a bus...you recognize this as a bus. It's must be night time now...

You sit up and notice that there's something on around you. It's a dark brown coat...obviously not yours...where did it?... As you look up your body jumps. In the row across is the man...asleep and missing his coat...wait...wait that's right.

Help, you asked this man for help. You look at him more...he looks a mess. A row of scratches are scabbing over on his cheek, his shirt has a rip by the shoulder, a little bit of blood on the collar...and he's snoring. Just like Michele did.

You try to recollect your thoughts when the bus comes to a slow stop. Your bag is in the seat next to you and your coat is no where in sight.
What are you going to do?

>>71501
No I haven't taken a look yet ;_; I need to. As for archiving, I have all the images saved obviously and I have just been collecting all my post in notepad for the time being. I would like to go back when I have some free time and clean up the text thus far.
Funfact!: This was originally an idea for a VN, but I got lazy.

>>71542
This is a nice safe moment to get some rest. Shut your eyes and let the bus rock you to sleep. For now, you're safe.

>>71542
Sit up and look around, consider waking
our mysterious man up since the bus stopped.

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>>71548
I think /adg/ on a certain verbotten image board might be able to help you with a VN. It's like here, but doubled.

You know where to go, it's the place with the cripple.

Also, look into Ren'Py. It's basically the standard for these sort of things, unless you want to use Twine like a dirty SJW.

>>71562
1 out of 1 of those people in that gif are my daughteru.
The other is disgusting umaru

>>71542
Take a deep breath and reach out to the man. Try to wake him up.

>>71562
/agdg/?


Terrible place, stay away

I would know because I frequent there

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Couldn't get this in done for the proper update, but here's a thing,

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>>71570
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9CXmEUwvgM

>>71601
But anon I do understand

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>>71605
My feels are incomprehensible and vast.

>>71594
Why is our delilah turning into a mass murderer?

>>71640
Because things happened.

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>>71640
Life on the streets ain't easy

>>71640
https://youtu.be/2RuW8MSvMvc

You consider leaving at the stop, but as you start to get up...you look back at the man. The least you can do now is see why he had been chasing you down so much. One favor for him helping you...just one. You settle back down in the seat...you feel guilty about using his coat but you can see your breath, even inside the bus. Your mouth is dry in that weird way again...you pull out the juice box from your bag.
God...it tastes delicious. You savor it, making sure to get ever last bit. You shift a bit and a piece of lined paper falls from the coat. Picking it up, you make sure the man is sleeping still as you unfold it. You have to wait for the street lamps to pass by but you're able to make out the writing.

Please...wake me...up...when the...bus gets to...45th street...

This had to be for you, right? You look out but you're not sure where you are...45th street...that's by the place you were supposed to go to school right? You notice a woman is sitting in the seat behind. You turn and peer over the top of your seat.

"Excuse me, ma'am...do you know what that last stop was?..."

"Hm? Oh it was uhh...80th and Parkway."

80th? Oh jeez...you were really out of it for a while, weren't you? You crumple the note in your hand...maybe he won't be too mad...

You get up and stand in the isle, hand reaching out to shake his shoulder. You were running away from this man just a while ago and now you're waking him up...what have you gotten yourself into...

Your first tap is light...much to light to wake him. You do it again, harder. He shakes his head and you're worried you're going to have to do it again when he suddenly stretches his arms out wide, his mouth in a silent yawn. He scratches his cheek, flinches as he touches the scratches, and looks at you.

"Ah...we...um the bus..." As you speak the bus comes to another stop and a group from the back of the bus get up to leave. You jump out of their way, and right into the man's space.

"S-sorry...!" You back away as soon as you can, the bus feeling claustrophobic in that moment. "I mean...I'm also sorry that we um...we missed the stop...we're on...well now I think somewhere on 90th?..."

He jumps up as soon as the 9 leaves your lips. He begins to push you out of the bus in a hurry to leave.

"Ah w-wait my bag...!" You're near the front before you can get the words out. He rushes back and grabs it before...well...he picking you up and walking out of the bus.

"H-hey wait no, I can walk...I can walk now!..." He stops as you speak up once again and sets you down to your feet. You ground yourself and look up at this silent man.
What do you say or do?

>>71682
I suppose we should we should express our gratitude and describe what was going on before he rescued us.

Then we should ask him to fill in the blanks.

Offer him some of your can of Spam, tell him you've never tried it before but you're willing to share. He's probably not too well-off himself.

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>>71682
Hold his hand, wait for him to talk or if he doesn't then try to ask him why/who/what questions. All of em.

>>71712
The lines....
WHAT DO THEY MEAN

>>71682
Ask him what the fuck is going on?

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>>71717
I was drawing a picture of Delilah, then I had to do something and quickly hit finish by accident then forgot it was half done.

"I uh...um..." You have so much you need to ask but no way to get it out as quickly as you want.
"Thank you for helping me, back in that store." You look down at your hands, twisting and intertwining with themselves as you speak.

"I'm sorry about running from you...I didn't know what you wanted and I was just...I have just been really scared recently...Those women though...they wanted something awful...if you hadn't shown up..."

You chew on your bottom lip a bit, waiting for an answer. Or, anything. This man hasn't said anything, from what you can tell. You look up at him and see that he is rummaging through his pockets. You stand there as he does, till he pulls out a small notebook and a pen.

"Wh-...what's your name? I'm-...Bunny." You don't give your real name, you still hold back some hesitation. You remember what Michele had said, about her mother...if you guess is right you don't want to make it any more awkward. He starts to scribble down on the paper, and in a moment presents it to you.

Hello, my name is Lawrence

You read it and look back at him, and he makes a motion at his throat with his hand.

"You...oh! You can't speak...right?" He nods as as you say this and writes another thing down.

Can we get somewhere warm, then I'll answer your questions?

>>71754
Yes! I need more! More pictures!
I was a little worried about some /x/ shit about to happen.

>>71793
I guess we go somewhere warm, while this song plays from offscreen. Nice thing that he handed us his coat hm? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvWwtfKiGUk

Just caught up and I have to say mate, well done with this feels trip and a half.

>>71788

"...sure."

>>71788
What's even around this avenue anyways?

>>71788
Sure, let's see where this takes us.

>>71828
Just your average 'office' area, businesses that aren't bad news or nothing.

>>71818
Always cool to hear about a new player/someone who has been following along!

"Alright...if you promise to explain to me what Spam is when get there." He smiles a bit at this and offers his hand for a shake. You start to reach out to meet it, but you are once again how big he is...and how little you are.
"B-but...if you try anything..." Your other hand starts to reach for your knife but...your coat...that's right, where's your coat? As you begin to panic the man points to a pocket on the one around your shoulders...his. You push your hand in and...oh...is all your stuff in there? ...it feels like it except for...where's the knife?...

As you look forward you are greeted with handle of it in front of you. It's closed and seems like he's just handing it back to you. Quickly you snatch it up, but you do feel a bit bad at how eager you were for it.

"Well...I guess you understand then..." He presents his hand out, and you take it this time. A firm shake solidifies your promise. A year ago you would have pressured for it to have been a pinkie promise. The two of you begin walking and you see that he's carrying your bag for you...your kind of thankful actually. Your body just feels awful...yet your head still feels nice...though maybe not quite as good as before.

The street names pass by in silence but you really don't feel scared to walk them...you still hold your guard against the man...against Lawrence...but it's nice knowing that you have someone who can put up a fight with his bare hands.

You stop for a moment and lean a hand against a wall, your legs feel like they're going to give out. Lawrence stops and sees that you are behind, returning to your spot. He does his best to gesture his question to you.

"I'm just really sleepy...that's all..." You yawn as you speak...its freezing even with his coat. As you begin to mentally prepare yourself for walking again, Lawrence kneels down in front of you, offering his back. Normally you would reject it, you're not a child.

But you are tired as hell.

Soon you are going down the street on his back, swaying slightly with each of his steps. When was the last time someone carried you like this? Probably one of those days when your father was still alive.

Despite the chill you nearly fall asleep, closing your eyes and just enjoying the fact that you don't need to worry about anything for at least a little bit.

Lawrence comes to stop and you look up at the building in front of you. It's an old brick place, though it looks in desperate need of repair. There's a sign above it, the letters faded.

Good Hope Church and Community Center

This is one of the addresses on that note.

Delilah, what did you think you were going to do in life growing up?

Last update for the night, but no classes for me tomorrow, probably just updates all day!

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Aaaand one last sketch for the night.
A doodle of Delilah and the Lawrence

>>71892
Wow so handsome
Is Delilah going to fall in love with this guy?

>>71896
>no

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>>71892
Goddamn I feel so inadequate right now.

Picture of the distant future?

>>71869
>Delilah, what did you think you were going to do in life growing up?

A librarian, we love books. Or maybe a writer.

>>71869
Maybe a doctor, so we could mend people like we did Ms Buttons. Or a writer, and bring joy to people everywhere as books had done for us..,

>>71892
El Aurens~

I blacked out for a bit there but things went all right. That makes me happy.

>>71869
POLICEMAN. Clean up the streets so nobody ever has to go through the bullshit we did!

>>71892
we should marry lawrence

>>71892
GOOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!!

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If writer doesn't work out, Cleaner is obvious choice.

>>71869
A doctor so we can save people like daddy.

>>72014
This. Since we probably won't end up being a cop though we can instead be a vampire vigilante!

>>71869
I like the idea of Delilah wanting to be a writer. She seems mousy and bookish enough for it.

>>72381
This

I can already imagine delilah in a batman costume kicking the shit out of criminals.

>>71869
I like the idea of a writer. It's the sort of absolutely hopeless dream that you're rooting for the entire way but at the same time know is going to be tough.

I would say she wants to be a screenwriter, so that someday she can write something as witty and fun as the Princess Bride or her favorite kaiju films. Hell, maybe she even sees herself starring in one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyW0QDR8BkM

oh boy here we go again

The writer idea everyone's suggesting is good. I'm also partial to the doctor one.

Just a little heads up, this update will be a bit of a longer one so apologies in advance.

Good Hope. That was the name of the hospital your father worked at. He was a surgeon of some sort, you can't remember the exact name of his position. You remember for the longest time wanting to be a doctor too, just so you could help him save lives. Well that was until he brought home some photos of a gallbladder removal and you had to lay down for a moment. After that you didn't really think about work, especially after he died till one day in class you were doodling in your notes, drawing a brave prince ready to save his princess when a thought entered your head. You don't think you could really be an artist...but a writer? Maybe you could handle that. You could write about wonderful doctors saving lives, princes saving their princesses, and a journey to find where you really belong.
How funny...you wanted to be a doctor so badly all those years ago, yet you've killed someone. You aren't a good person, not anymore.

Before you can dwell on this Lawrence begins to walk up the steps to the door. You finally take notice of the black paint over it as you get closer.

Closed

"H-hey buddy...I don't think they'll like us trespassing..."

Heedless to your words, a key is pulled out from behind the sign that once held the hours for the place and the door is opened.

There's no lights coming from the ceiling, but there is a low glow in the place from several different lights. You're slid off his back and moved inside as he replaces the key and shuts the door, allowing you to take in the scene.

In what was probably a congregation hall originally, pews are pushed back to clear open the room and a patch work of blankets, sleeping bags, even a few tents are pitched up. Candles and some electrical lanterns provide enough sight to at least prevent someone from tripping. A corner seems dedicated as a makeshift kitchen; you can see a few pots and pans neatly stacked up next to a large wash basin. As for people, they looked scattered about. Some are sleeping, a group is playing or observing a chess game...they all seem to be occupying themselves quietly. There can't be more then fifteen in here.

Lawrence moves in front of you and starts walking, you follow closely behind. You make sure to take in your surroundings and a hand on your knife. He leads you to the kitchen area, pointing at an overturned paint bucket. You take a seat on it and he sets your bag next to you as he goes to gather some supplies.
In front of you he sets down a spatula, plate, fork...and a metal coffee can?..
[1/2]

>>73161

He sits down across from you, starting to work. He sets fire to what looks like...lint? He places this in another smaller metal can and puts it inside the coffee can. Small holes lining the other end of the can start to allow some smoke out.

"Are we using this as a stove?"

He nods and points for your bag as he grabs the plate. Oh right, the Spam. You pull it out and hand it over. The meat that comes out...looks pretty...well...gross. One solid and pinkish piece. The spatula cuts off slices and they are places on top of the stove. A sizzle begins to buzz from them as he arranges a few slices around. Even you can tell it will take a bit for the can to heat up. He sets aside the plate and starts writing in his notebook again.

You ask some questions, then I get to ask mine.

Uggh gotta get those writing fingers warmed up

>>73164
ask what happened after we passed out

>>73164
Why were you chasing us?

>>73164
Ask who he is

>>73164
Mmm. Delicious compressed, peeled pork buttholes.

>>73192
>>73197
These two seem good.

Ask him if he's Michele's brother. Tony thought he was her boyfriend and got... really, really mad.

>>73192
This.

Also, how long have you been here, what exactly is this place? Then we get to answer questions.

Also,

>you aren't a good person

F-fuck. We Flandre Scarlet now? I mean, it's like we literally can't help but hurt everyone around us.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hM8XB6klkFU

>>73222
It's Shoulder of Pork And Ham, silly.

>>73245
That's what they tell you~

"Okay okay um...lemme think..." You have a lot to ask but you need to figure out what to ask first. As you unscramble your thoughts the smell of the...pink stuff...starts to fill your nose.
"What is this place? It's not still a church is it? It looked rundown and closed from the outside and...well to be honest you guys look like squatters. N-no offense or anything..."

You wait for him to write his answer down for each question. He sometimes hands you the spatula and shows you how to flip the meat on the 'oven' and then how to make new slices.

A lot of these places couldn't make it after funding was cut for them. The owner decided to let the building get some use out of it instead of letting it get turned into a liquor store. He's the short one playing chess over there. Some of these people have been here since the beginning, 5 years? I came here 2 years ago, on Christmas. I almost died that night. When you read the last line, your stomach tightens.

"Um...who are you? Wait that sounds weird...I mean." You stumble over your words a bit. "You scared me half to death when you came to the apartment...can you explain what that was about?"

I've been looking for my sister. We use to live up North, but she ran away a long time ago. I found out where she was living a week ago and wanted to see her.

"But you were able to open the door?"

She always leaves her spare underneath the door mat.

"Are you her...?"

He nods and finishes your question for you.

Younger brother.

Regret and remorse wash over you like a wave.

"W-why were you chasing me?"

I came back later when I made sure I was in the correct place. There were police cars everywhere. One of them told me something had happened inside.

There's a pause between this and the next message.

She died. It wasn't pretty, they wouldn't let me see the body.

The smell of burnt meat alerts you and you remove the remaining strips from the stove. When you look up, another note is handed to you.

I want to know what you saw.

>>73352
Do NOT tell him that we stabbed her.
Just say she got in a fight with her boyfriend and it went bad and that she didn't want to go to jail so she and just trail off on that

>>73382
this

>>73352
Tony got real, real mad when we told Michele that Lawrence had been by. Thought Lawrence was her "new boyfriend" or something.

Tony slapped us and Michele was able to push us into the bathroom to protect us before they started fighting...

Then it got quiet for a while...

When the door opened... Michele...

She was bleeding.

Oh no...oh no what if he blames you for it? Not that he would be wrong...but what if he gets angry?...

"M-Michele was letting me stay there for a bit...she went to go talk to Tony, her boyfriend, when you came in that first time. I didn't know her long but I don't think the two of them were in a good relationship. They came home and I think they were on something...I don't think it was alcohol though, it didn't smell like it. I told her that someone had came by and Tony...he got mad. Real mad. He thought she had another boyfriend or something...they began to fight and Michele pushed me into the bathroom so I didn't have to see it..." Now was the big moment of truth, for you to take back some of the awful things you did and tell the truth.

"...when I opened the door she already bleeding really awful." You struggle to continue, you filthy liar. "Tony was dead and...and she said she didn't want to ever go to prison. I don't think she could have left with her injury so she...she...sat in the tub and took a whole bunch of this weird powder...I was scared so I left..."

You can the misery etched on his face easily enough.

"I'm sorry about your sister..."

Lawrence takes a few moments, his head in his hand. You hear one deep and shaky breath leave him before he responds.

It's my fault, I should have came to her earlier or stayed then. Please don't blame yourself, her death is in my hands.

You never knew that a piece of paper could deliver such a punch. He hands you the plate of food and another message.

Go ahead and eat. I need to step outside and get some air. Feel free to talk to anyone, most of them are nice.

With that he got up and walked out through a backdoor. You look around, seeing who is here.

There are a few people awake. Three older men around the chess board. A small group of elderly ladies sitting in chairs around a lantern, working on knitting. Two women talking at their sleeping bags, but they seem to be in their early 20's. Everyone else looks asleep.

>>73574
Let's play chess with The LAWrence
If he lets us win that means he likes us

>>73574
Get a chair and sit in the corner and try to look lonely. If anyone walks up to you, you will know that they want your company.

>>73574
Run after him and tell him the truth. Lawrence has been so nice to us, and we're hurting him by lying to him. We're hurting him by making him blame himself. It's only going to be worse if we keep lying to him. Tell him now, start crying if we have to, just let it all out. It was an accident, and Lawrence might actually be willing to forgive us if we tell him the truth right now.

Let's open ourself up to someone one last time. Let's give it one more shot.

>>73574
Thank the owner for letting people (and you) stay at the building, then go and maybe watch the elderly women knit, if they don't mind.

>>71946
I just do weebshit stuff so anything is fine! I need them all

>>73574
I don't trust anyone because of this story, the men might want to rape us and the women also might want to rape us so just sit in a corner alone.

>>73643
I can dig it.

Babble in one long, incredibly unbroken sentence about how much we were freaking out because Tony reminded us of those other men, and how the arguing reminded us of when our parents would fight.

The last thing she wanted was for us to get a picture album...

Show him the picture.

>>73679
Good idea. Let's do this.

Oh god...he thinks its his fault his sister is dead. He blames himself and it's all because of you. You leap up and head to the door he went out of, you'll do the right thing, watch. You'll make it all better...well as good as you can, and everything will be alright. You open the door a little and peak out. It's dark, but you can see his form at the end of the alley. A glow comes from the end of a cigarette, and he leans against a wall. Alright, just go up to him and explain what happened, it will be fine, he's calm, you'll explain how it was an accident, show him the picture you saved, it'll be okay. He's taking it well so far-

Before you can move out, Lawrence takes a few steps toward the wall in front of him and punches his fist against it. Flinching, you can hear the impact from your position. He backs away and the cigarette glow turns to face you.

You're quick to go back inside and shut the door.

You are a murderer, a thief, a liar, and now also a coward.

How pathetic.

You walk back to the main area, you want to talk to someone about anything but...you feel like an outsider. You sit down in a spot not near anyone, feeling sorry for yourself. There's a new knot in your stomach, how did you end up in this position? Tears are starting to well up, oh no don't cry. Not now, don't do it...

"My my, is that a new face I see?" You look up and over to the direction of voice. The group of old women are near you, one of them looking up at you as she works her needles. She smiles with a grin as wrinkled as her eyes.
"Would you do me a favor, dearie? I need a new skein but it's over by my bags over there. Will you go grab it for me? Any color is fine." She points over to a section of sleeping bags. You get up and look, finding a bag full of yarn. You pull one out and bring it over. You can see that the four women are all working on something, one of them is even sewing something. You hand the woman her yarn and watch as she integrates it into her work.

"Thank you, this is a blanket for Claire, she's going to have a baby any day now, isn't that exciting?" You nod as you watch her work. Her long fingers are thin and bony and she weaves the thread in a wonderful way.

"Do you know how to knit?"

"No, ma'am. I know how to sew a bit though."

"Would you like to learn? I have an extra pair of needles you can use."

Would you like to learn how to knit? If so, what would you like to make?

>>73794
I mean, can we do the thing we voted for?

>>73794
Let's learn, we need some gloves to cover our bloody, murdering hands.

>>73794
Let's knit a multicolored monstrosity of a cap for Lawrence. Stained in our tears of guilt.

He's been so decent to us and all we've done is lie.

>>73821
Pfft no
But for real and not to sound snarky. Delilah wants to but remember, she is still a scared young girl. If he had just been standing outside she would have, but he did something violent (though it was just to the wall) and she got spooked.

>>73794
Eh, why not learn how to knit. I mean it will help us forget about our mass killing spree.

Victims so far: 3

>>73860
I understand why the post went the way it did. I just would have preferred to have a *choice* as to whether or not Delilah decided to chicken out, rather than the result being foregone.

A hat, a lil beanie for Mr. Buttons. One that'll let his ears poke through.

Ms. Buttons. Her ears!*

>>73860
Maybe later. When we can guilt him into not being angry at us because we're a little girl and are pretty reliant on him.
Please don't be mad, onii-chan... :<

>>73955
how DARE you misgender her!
triggered

>>73898
Valid point, though there could be the argument that telling someone we stabbed their sister to death might be stretching it for a 13yr old. You know, with some serious shit to deal the last couple days.

"Sure...it's not hard, is it?" You take a seat next to her, taking a bright blue pair of knitting needles that she hands to you.

"No no, but it will give you something to do for a few days. " A skein of chunky purple yarn is handed to you. "Is there anything you want to try first?"

"Um...a hat? Like, a little one?' At least this way, if it's ugly, you can give it to Ms Buttons and no one will know of your shameful creation.

"Knitting in the round will be a bit tough in the beginning, but it's easy once you get the hang of it. Here, let's get you started..."

For the next hour and a half the ladies show you how to knit. You fumble and mess up a bunch, but you start to get the hang of it, enough to do it on your own anyways. They start to pack up, ready to head to bed.

"Say...did Lawrence ever come back in? I know he left through the back. He usually doesn't stay out this long for a smoke break...would you go check on him? Just see if he is still in the alley?" You nod and thank them for their time. The area has gotten darker has more of the lights are turned off. You head back out to the door, preparing yourself before stepping out. You look up and down the alley carefully...where is he? You take a few steps down the direction her was in earlier...

Oh

Next to the dumpster and on a step, Lawrence is sitting, his head hanging in his hands. Cigarette butts litter the ground around him, and another one falls from his mouth, smoldering as it dies. He pulls another one out, places it in his mouth, ready to light it...and just covers his eyes with his hands as a shudder wracks his body. Slowly you approach him till you are in front of him. He doesn't move at your presence, and you can see his shoulders are heaving.
What do you do?

>>73978
I mean, the stabbing was sort of forced on us, too. We were hiding, then the next thing we know, we're stabbing the first person to open the door. Neither of these are huge problems, but it's just a little frustrating when it keeps happening.

>>73996
Tell him the truth, no matter how hard it is. We have a lot if shit we need to let out.

>>73996
"... Lawrence?"

Hug him. Dad used to when we had nightmares.

... this is nowhere the same, but maybe if you're there for him...

Just sit next to him in silence. Be there for him.

This is a man who already understands that silence can speak a thousand words.

>>73996
I also said we should hug him.

There is so much you want to do right now, yet you're scared to do any of it. So many things you want to say, and you're not sure which is the right one to say first.
So you decide not to say anything at all.

You take a seat next to him, keeping your face forward but looking over at him with your eyes. His face buried in his hands, it reminds you of a child. Like you, when you were younger.

You hated letting anyone see you cry, especially your father. You would always hide your face away, even though it was always much more obvious that you were in tears. Your dad wouldn't say anything during this time, no prying or asking what was wrong. He knew that would just make you cry harder, so he did the one thing that would make you feel like everything would be okay.

Your arms can't quite do it, but you wrap them around Lawrence's frame the best you can. Your father always enveloped you close, but this is is the best you can do. You keep this way for a bit, you have no idea if it's working, Lawrence isn't moving. You feel his shoulders start to shake more when you decide to let go. He finally looks up at you, and just as you thought there are tears streaming down his face.

But there is also a smile.

He wipes his face and takes out his lighter, setting the end of the cigarette into a slow burn. You notice his hand is bright red, bloodied and bruised at the knuckles, and most importantly fresh.

You both just face forward, the smoke from the end of his cigarette wafting up.

"I've...I've done something to hurt you..." You break the silence.
How do you continue this?

Yeah, hug him and tell him that your sorry for his loss

>>74215
Tell him everything.

I don't think the time is right to tell the truth about the stabbing. Why don't you trade one hard truth for another. No one else really knows what you are.

"Let me try to help." As odd as it might sound, suck gently on his knuckles.

>>74215
Tell him about the rapes, gotta get him to feel for us before we tell him we stabbed his sister.

>>74215
Spill the beans. Start with what Tony reminded us of, going backwards in events until what happened in your room. Then to how angry Tony got, and how he slapped us to the floor. How we cowered in the bathroom while they fought and how you attacked the first thing that tore open the door.

The photo album.

The white powder.

The photo.

What if... Delilah didn't even inflict a fatal wound. She'd be beating herself up for... almost no reason.

>>74392
If we tell the truth, definitely finish with the photo.

>>74028
Also, show him the picture

You were calm when you first spoke, but as the silence continues your heart beat increases. You wait for an answer but remember that right now, it's only you doing the talking. For some reason, that makes it feel much more stressful.

"I...I've been hurt. A lot." You start to stall for your answer. "People around me...they keep hurting me...even my...my own mother hurt me..." You keep your eyes focused on the ground. Your head is starting to spin.

"She hurt me in a way that I don't think I will ever, ever forgive her. That's why I'm out here...I didn't want to be hurt again. B-but..."

Your heart is beating so hard, you feel suffocating. You fumble with the picture in your pocket and hand it to him.

"But even away from her I keep get-...getting hurt. I get hurt so badly and then I have these feelings inside of me...they're awful...disgusting feelings..." Your hand comes up and starts scratching at your neck again, you can't help it.

"And then I've...I've acted on these feelings...I've done bad things too...I'm just so scared...I can't trust people because they end up hurting me...but I'm so scared being out here alone too...I k-keep making bad choices...and then I end up getting in more trouble."

Your chest is heaving hard and you try to focus on something to look at, darting your eyes around, you need to look at anything, anything that isn't him.

"I've become a bad person. I m-made you help me in the store...you got messed up from it...and all because I was too scared to f-face you..."

Even outside you feel like the world is closing in on you, like it is going to swallow you whole.

"A-and all because you wanted to know about your sister..of course you just wanted to know what would happen...and I ran...you must have been so angry and e-even after you helped me I...I lied to you...I hurt Michele...i-it's all my fault...my fault..."

You trembling so badly, struggling to catch your breath. Your nails are ripping into your skin, long angry marks left behind from your nail.

"E-e-everything is my fault it's always my fault why did this happen to me why why whywhywhy-"

You want to scream, collapse on the ground, close your eyes and never get up again. The words are tumbling out of your mouth at such a fast rate, slurring and running together and then breaking apart the next.

"My...it was m-my knife...oh god....Michele....Michele is d-dead...and its all m-my faauulltt...!"

Your hand gets pulled away from your neck and you're turned to face him...the man who's sister you have killed. The man you have ran away from then forced to rescue you. The man you lied to after he's helped you. In the low light you can just make out the words he mouths slowly.

Are-you-afraid-of-me?

On boy I sure do love when I forget my trip

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>>74666
No. We're afraid of ourselves. We don't want to keep hurting people.

Confide in him what you are. Tell him about what we've done, about the urges, everything.

Then there's only one thing to ask.

"Are you afraid of me?"