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Small brains tend to struggle keeping up.

It doesn't matter. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 know who you are, and therefore do I.

But if I know where you are, wouldn't it be easier for me to just come to you?

I get that you're a worried man, but don't pretend people are safe around you either.

To fix your back?

To set an example: If he is out for the Infestation, he may infest your house with spiders — he may make maggots follow your every step, or have everything you eat turn into bugs. The possibilities are endless, as long as what he does follows what his subject fears most.

All primordials, but he works for a few lesser, too: Infestation, Sickness, and Mutilation. To fulfill these contracts, he must instill the corresponding fear in others.

Today, he works under fear itself.

Not for a god, the devil, or any other being, but for the concepts that haunt humanity. There are endless fears, but most are divided into 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭 and 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳 fears. Akihiko works mostly for the Isolation, Darkness, Unknown, and Death.

Years later, Akihiko, now studying psychology, wanted to become a ( child ) therapist. He was nearing the end of university when [ redacted ] and [ redacted ] shattered what little distance he had managed to place between himself and the past, and 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 came back to hone the deal.

In the dark, something answered him. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 approached him and promised survival if he would to work under 𝗶𝘁 in the future. Aki, a starving and dying child, agreed.

In a world where fears are omnipresent, Akihiko Yamioka was, for the longest time, unremarkable. A normal ( and boring ) human, until he learned what it truly meant to be 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.

As a child, he fell into a cave system — lost to light, and with no food or water, he survived for weeks...

But how?

And who are you to think you have something to say? She seems pretty capable on her own.

Perfect. I'll find you later.

Do you need help fixing it, Miss DeRoss?

✶ Worship me ｡ Grovel at my feet and kiss the leather of my boots, dearie ｡

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When he speaks, it sounds like an abandoned hymn — the remnants of a church long forgotten. Like this isn’t the first time he’s asked, like it’s not going to be his last.

"I need your help."

Like he already knows your answer.

a contorted piece of art. There was no blood, not one gash — there was no indication of a fight.

Just what was once a person, alive, and breathing. His hair blonde, almost white — once tired eyes now forever closed, red suit still perfectly in tact.

And you realize: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦.

Beyond him, among the roots and rot, lies a body.

It is twisted, and it is impossible to guess how long it’s been here. The skin taut against fair flesh and stretching over bulging muscle, arms and legs bent in places that should be too grotesque to look… this graceful, +

+ sleeves, nestling into the dip of his bone. Not as a cover but in devotion. In worship.

This isn’t peace.
It’s an omen.

Pale hands emerge from the spill of black fabric, delicate, and quiet, held up with the reverence of a prayer. The air shifts still, a heavy heart that hides within your lungs.

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It’s easy to miss him.

A stillness so absolute the forest seems to breathe around him — shadows gliding like silk along the hollow shape of his frame. They cling to him like mist, shrouding him in adoration. 𝘐𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵. The dark coils at his ankles, brushing past his +

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⠀♱⠀if you have an issue: come to me. i'm sick of playing guessing games. we're all adults in here, and we can have adult conversations.
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⠀♱⠀i don't really have 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀. just be a decent human and all is well. english isn't my first language, so please excuse my funky grammar! it also makes me slow in longer writing settings.
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⠀♱⠀don't use ai around me. i don't wanna see it.
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⠀♱⠀penned by 𝗝𝗔𝗬. any prns. 27. eng / ger / ru.
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⠀♱⠀i deal with chronic illness and pain, so i'm not always around — especially during flare-ups, which can hit me out of nowhere. i promise, my silence is nothing personal &' patience is appreciated.
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