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Pie Dough: Jack the Ripper’s Way
There’s a humming coming from a medium sized kitchen with sky blue walls. The matching cabinets are on the left side of the room, with the sink, stove, and refrigerator. A large table that’s on the right side can fit ten people and there is a sliding glass door that leads to the backyard. There are two archways that connect to the living-room.
The countertop by the stove has five mixing bowls, five different sizes of knives, five forks, a large mixing spoon, a bag of flour and sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, and a blender. Each bowl has a thick red liquid inside. The blender is chopping chunks of some type of meat.
The humming is coming from a twenty-five year old woman with long dark brown hair that reaches her ankles. Her eyes are covered by the long pieces of hair. From time to time, you can see her nose and her mouth that’s in a crazed smirk. Once in awhile you can see that she bites her lips, like someone who is thinking. Her clothing is that of a red sweater, blue jeans, and black shoes.
She looks around the area that has the supplies. She bits her bottom lip, wondering if she has everything. She stops biting her lip and it goes back into a smirk. She has everything. She picks up the flour and she starts adding it to each of the five bowls, then the sugar and cinnamon. She takes the mixing spoon and starts turning, blending each substance, until she’s satisfied.
She grabs the five forks and bowls, walks over to the table, and places each bowl and fork in front of one teenage boy and four younger girls. Each one is wearing their nightclothes, they’re tied up with jump ropes, scarves, and ropes that she found in the house and garage. She uses duct tape to cover their mouths.
She rips off the tape from the teenage boy and he yelps. He glares at the woman. “Who the fuck are you?!” He screams at her, which she quieted him by shoving a spoonful of the red substance into his mouth and forcing him to eat it. He puked it back up when she was getting the second spoonful. “Why are you feeding us this?? Answer me, Fucker!!!”
She doesn’t answer him as she shoves the spoon back into his mouth. He tries to move his head away from the third spoonful, which gets on his face and the substance falls from his face and lands on his nightshirt. She frowns and walks back over to the countertop that has the five knives which are covered in the red liquid.
She takes them and walks over to the little girl that’s sitting next to the boy. She places the knives on a table, grabs the large steak knife and cuts off both of her ears. The girl starts crying and screaming, which are muffled by the tape. She takes both of the ears and shove it down the boy’s mouth. She grabs his jaw and made him eat the ears. Tears slide down his cheeks.
She lets go of him and he tries to cough out the ears but it doesn’t work. She turns back to the girl. She takes her knife and starts scalping her. She takes the hair and places it on the boy’s head, then she smashes the girls face to the table until she stops moving.
She then smashes the boy’s face to the table, so he can be knocked out, which is successful. She takes a butter knife and stabs him in the heart and lungs. He dies soon after with blood flowing from his mouth.
She walks over to the remaining children which are the three young girls. Takes off the tape from their mouths one by one as she shoves spoonfuls of the red snack and then kills them after she feeds them.
She then takes the leftovers and puts them in a trash bag, along with the items that she tied them up with and everything that could lead to her, like pieces of her hair. She goes through the house cleaning it, getting rid of any evidence that points to her. She cleans anything she has touched and flakes of her dry skin sticking to anything. To clean up she uses lemon juice and bleach. She puts everything back in the places where they were before she came into the picture. She cleans up the bodies and lays them back into their beds and sleeping bags.
Before she left with the trash bag, she looked through the house for the twenty-fifth time. She’s happy that she picked the house that’s five miles away from any other houses. She walks into the woods that lead to an underground tunnel that goes to a different forest five towns away. That forest has a house that she hides at from time to time.
Once there, she burns the bag in the fireplace. She goes to the kitchen to make her favorite snack- Pie Dough: Jack the Ripper’s Way. She smiles as she takes a bite from it. She takes the bowl to the living-room which is where she’s burning the bag and she eats. She takes care of the fire for the rest of the night.
Pie Dough: Jack the Ripper’s Way
The amount is what you want. There’s no one cup of this, half cup of that.
Once you have the amount that you want, you mix it all together.
Then eat it and enjoy it
“This is just in” The newswoman says “a family of six and three girls were murdered in their home. The police are still looking into their deaths.”
“We now have the names and ages of the victims” The woman looks at the paper that’s in front of her “John Warranton; the father, age 47. Rose Warranton; the mother, age 45. Robert; the father of John, age 91. Linda; the grandmother, age 87. Jason; the son, age 16. Anne; the daughter, age 10. The three girls are Anne’s friends which are: Jessie Anderin; age 10, Emma Jackman; age 9, and Lily Warmson; age 9.”
“The police have given us information of the murder” She takes a deep breath and begins “The bodies were found in their beds and sleeping bags. They died by stab wounds, blood loss, and shock. The adults were missing their eyes, hearts, lungs, and five of their fingers on the right hand. It seems like the son and the three girls were forcibly made to eat a mixture of the missing body parts of the adults and flour, sugar, vanilla, and cinnamon. The son died by being stabbed in the heart and lungs, twenty-five times. The daughter died by her face being smashed in, her hair was scalped and place on her brother’s head, her ears were removed and her brother was forced to eat them. Jessie was stabbed in the neck and when the police moved her body, her head fell of. Emma died by being stabbed in the back of her head. Lily died by having her tongue removed, choking on her own blood. All five were missing their fingers on the right hand.”
“The bodies were murdered away from their rooms and were placed back in their beds after the event.”
“The police are giving us permission to release this information that they were working and trying to find more about ” She stares into the camera “we have just been told that they found a name written on a notecard that was hidden in a desk in the daughter’s room. ‘Miss Twenty-five’ was written in the blood of all ten victims. There was no fingerprints that they could find anywhere in the house or outside of the house. ‘Miss Twenty-five’ is a killer that appeared in twenty-three murder cases and is still on the run. The killer is the type that will clean up after themselves and puts everything back where it was before they came. So please be careful. Lock your doors and windo-.”
The T.V. is turned off by the long dark brown lady with the red sweater. She shakes her head. She can still get into a locked house and make sure that it doesn’t look like someone broke in. She makes sure she hides most of her tracks but leave her calling card behind. She has also murdered twenty-eight other times before they started to keep records of the murders. Plus the two she did when she was five years old. But she understands why they didn’t connect her to them, its because she didn’t come up with her nickname yet.
The lights starts to dim in and out and the sound of static enters the room when a tall faceless man, with black tentacles wearing a black dress suit and a red tie, walks into the space.
“I told you to space out your killings, Lennia.” the deep voice echoes through the room.
“I did. I haven’t killed in the past five months. I don’t kill has much as Jeffery and Jack.” She looks up at him from her chair that she’s sitting in. “But I can’t believe that they overlook the flowers that I left behind. I bet that someone in the family brought them in the house.”
“That is true, but please be careful.” He pats her head, causing her hair to become a bit more of a mess than normal.
“I am careful” She smirks at him “ I make sure of it.”
Norway X Reader (Denmark's Twin Sister)
"Storebror (big brother)!" You sighed as you came into your house to find your older brother, Denmark, once again passed out on the couch from a wild day out on the town.
"Hm... oh... ________...Jeg elsker dig (I love you) ?" he said laughing awkwardly like he knew he was in trouble.
"Why do you always do this?" you asked shutting the door behind you and putting your bag down before walking over to check on him.
"Because..." he said looking down and shrugging. "Don't be mad lillesøster (little sister)? Please?"
You sighed before brushing some hair out of his face, yes, it was true that Denmark could drive you crazy sometimes. And it was also true that he would end up putting you into an early grave from worrying about him so much, but he was your whole world, so staying mad at him seemed to be impossible.
"I'm not mad," you said pulling him
Quiet ( Kankri Vantas x Reader )
Pairing: Kankri Vantas x Reader
Word Count: 1,030
You were sitting on the couch sideways so you could see Kankri. He had invited you over to his hive because apparently he had a rough day. He said that he needed to tell someone all of the triggers that were ignored by Porrium. You were really the only one who would do this without making it feel like it was a chore. You liked listening to what Kankri said, even though most of the time it was whining about his day. Even still, you still enjoyed his company. It was just being around him which was enough for you.
Most people thought you were a mute, but you weren't. You were quiet. Other trolls made jokes about how you were just as quiet as Kurloz. You just liked to be quiet and listen to what others had to say. You didn't think that you were a very intresting person, so you stayed silent. This made some people, Meenah for example, believe that you were boring. You cou
Twirl|Kankri Vantas x ReaderYour father was a kind, gentle and appreciative man. He had told you to stop and smell the roses, to see the little pieces that form the bigger picture. He made you know and appreciate what life is, be it a human's or something smaller, like an insect. Maybe you never knew why he taught you that, but that was something out of the way.
You stood in front of your ancestral house. This house was where you met the Beforans, the Alternians, eight teens the same as your age and two cherubs who were friendly enough if they wanted to be. And you loved it here, because whenever you'd host parties, your friends would call it 'the best'; and you never wanted to let go of this place, as long as it was possible not to. Every time you'd pass by, there'd always be a smile tugging at the edges of your lips until they had finally curled upwards, even the tiniest bit, even if you were really down.
Your father taught you something else, and, right now, you were slowly twirling, arms outs
Kankri x Reader | sweater weather
It's t99 c9ld
F9r y9u here and n9w
Let me h9ld
6oth y9ur hands in the h9les 9f my sweater
- - -
He sulked on his couch, head swallowed up by his huge red sweater.
It was Christmas Eve on Earth and he had no one to spend it with. No presents sat under his tree, which was dull and lifeless looking. Kankri found tinsel and baubles too flashy and too triggering to those sensitive to such things or those of other religions, so he left his tree branches bare. It was also a fake tree, because real ones were triggering with their pointy little leaves that littered the floor and caused so much cleaning and left a smell that could possibly trigger someone by bringing back fond or terrible childhood Christmas memories or stimulate their senses in all the wrong ways.
Kankri tried to pretend that he wasn't angry at his "friends" who hadn't even messaged him at all over the human Christmas holiday. He understood they were busy with their flush crushes and happiness and fantastical live
Kankri x Troll!Reader Moirail or Matesprite CH1You were getting your things from your locker. You tapped your boot clad foot with impatience as the lock sticks again. Damn thing. You’d ask for a different one but everyone already knows this one’s yours. You’d hate to have to go to the hassle of making sure people know which locker’s yours again. Why does it matter if people know which locker is yours? Well there are lots of locker pranks, mass outside locker decorating, and the occasional vandalism that happen in this school. If people know which locker is yours they won’t touch it. People don’t mess with you.
You yank the locker open finally. Before you continue with getting your things you make sure you haven’t chipped a nail. You just painted them the cobalt blue to match your blood yesterday and would hate to have to redo them after such a short amount of time. They were still fine. You work on exchanging things. You had just grabbed your English book when there was a slam near you and
Kankri x Troll!Reader Moirail or Matesprit CH3You walk Kankri to the cafeteria. People stared at you. You weren’t normally in here and everyone knew it. Kankri went to his table and after seeing where it was you went to the lunch line.
You walk to your table (name)’s lunchbox in one hand and you’re sweater in the other. You saw the fire (name) had when she was dealing with those bullies. You’re really glad she’s your friend. You understand she’s not trying to be your moirail. It’s just you’re her only friend and she’s going to protect that, protect you, and let face it you need some of that. You silently approach and quietly sit in your spot next to Porrim. The lunchbox is set on the table with a clinking noise.
Porrim noticed you.
“O+h my go+d what happened to+ yo+u?! Are yo+u O+K?”
“Please P9rrim, I went t9 the nurse, I am fine. And, again, please refrain fr9m using that nickname.”
“Kanny, yo+u are beat up. Yo+u
Kankri x Troll!Reader Moirail or Matesprite CH5You stay and hang with Kankri until there’s a knock on the door. Kankri’s dad comes in. He’s here to check on you and Kankri apparently. Kankri rolls his eyes. Why can’t his dad leave you alone? You’ve done nothing wrong.
“It’s ten (name). I’m sure your guardian is worried and wondering where you are. You should probably go home.”
“She’s not worried. It takes three days before that happens. But I suppose I should be going now.”
“I’ll walk y9u 9ut.”
You and Kankri walk passed his dad and to the front door.
“This was fun. I’ve never had friends 9ver t9 my hive 6ef9re.”
“It was. I like hanging with you.”
“May6e y9u c9uld c9me 9ver again next Friday.”
“Sounds fun Kri. See you Monday.”
You wink just to see what would happen. Kankri apparently didn’t notice.
Kankri called after you, leaning
Kankri x Troll!Reader Loving a Librarian (1/2)A troll sits in a big arm chair with an open book in her hands. There is a fire in the fire place and a warm blanket on her lap. She has electric lights but has chosen to let the fire light the room tonight. It provides just enough light for her to read and gives a comfortable warmth to the room.
This troll is (name) (l/n) and she is dead. She once played a game with 12 other trolls but was forced to scratch. Now she resides in the dream bubbles with those 12 other trolls. She doesn’t leave her hive much now, not when there are books to read.
Almost all interactions she has with the other trolls are when they come to visit her. Usually they are looking for a book. You see in her hive, except for her nutrition block, all her walls are coved floor to ceiling with books.
There are all kinds of books. Fiction, nonfiction, picture books, you name it. She runs her house like a library. Trolls can come and barrow books or simply stop in to read. It’s a nice calm warm environment f
Kankri x Reader Loving a Librarian (2/2)You work and Karkat doesn’t bother you. It’s stupid. Why would he think Kankri likes you? Why is the information he’s feeding you contradicting what you know? You never experienced Kankri having touch aversion before at all.
There are simple explanations for all of it. Yeah. You kind of wish what Karkat was say was true. If Kankri was flushed for you the way you were flushed for him that would be wonderful. Unfortunately he’s sworn off quadrants so there is no hope.
Karkat eventually leaves but he comes back the next day to keep reading. Though Kankri still shows up at your hive every day, usually while Karkat is there, Kankri seems to be leaving the younger Vantas alone for a while. After a few days Karkat stops reading to look at you. You have to say you’ve become friends.
“DO YOU WANT SOME FUCKING HELP? I MEAN do you want some help?”
He desperately tries to keep his voice down in here.
“If you’re willing to learn it and do it rig
Kankri x Reader - Tickles
You really wanted to tickle him. You couldn't explain it, but that's what you wanted. To hear his laugh, you knew would be bliss, as you were flushed for this particular nubby-horned, trigger-happy troll.
You had been friends with him for many sweeps, so you saw no fault in just going over to his hive.
He, however, did.
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'Ding-dong!' The tell-tale sound of a guest rang through a certain Vantas's hive. You never understood why he had the human devise, when most trolls just knocked, but that's how he was. The boy's gray complexion was soon replacing the wooden door you had been staring at.
"[y/n]. Hell9. May I ask as t9 what I 9we the pleasure 9f y9ur company?" His face wore its regular blank stare. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes or smirk, due to Kankri's finding those 'triggering'.