Alright, so I went to my Spicy January page and I decided to read the last thing I wrote and hOLY MAPLE

So, yes, this is copied from my Spicy January page but I really like this one for some reason lol. It's about Octave and Echo and I think it explains Octave pretty well without any spoilers lol

Warning: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST, WITH A SIDE OF EDGE



Why does she hate me...?

Does she not understand...?

Am I... a monster...?

No one understands...

I... no... I... why...

No one... will ever understand...

I am protecting her...

I am the only being who can save her... her innocent youth...

Octave blinked at the... sky? Well, when you are part of one's mind, it's hard to really describe the place.

Echo's mind was more like a room with no roof, stars shining over everything. But it changed a lot depending on Echo's mood, Octave had figured out.

Sometimes it was a flower field...

Sometimes it was a forest...

And sometimes it was a pitch black room with no escape, consisting of a roof to block any light. Usually there was chains everywhere, which sometimes wrapped around Octave in a choking hold.

The last one only seemed to appear when Echo was having a breakdown or panic attack...

The room appeared a lot. Octave could hear Echo's thoughts; no matter what Octave knew what Echo was thinking.

Everyone hates me...

Why did I say that...

I'm an idiot...

Why am I still here...

I'm so tired...

Stop pitying yourself, Echo. Stop being selfish...

Why would they want to talk to you...

Why aren't you doing more for them, you idiot...

Octave's chest hurt, wishing to stop those thoughts. Those thoughts...

Octave remembered them the easiest.

Octave hated them the most.

And Octave hated the root of what the thoughts circled around.

Echo's family. Echo's friends.

Octave hated them. They didn't deserve Echo.

They didn't understand Echo.

They were actors and actresses, Octave believed. One day they would break Echo.

One day they would hurt Echo.

Octave was going to stop that before it happened.

"Why don't you separate from them? They cause your anxiety to raise," Octave suggested.

"Shut up, they don't," Echo growled, already annoyed. "You do."

"Echo, they're gonna hurt you!"

"No they won't! How many times do I have to tell you this?!"

Octave was silent for a bit, thinking, before she spoke again.

"Echo, at least consider this: what will you do when they die?"

"Huh?"

"If you get attached to them, like you did with Gutters, Ashes, and Meadow, and they die like those friends did-"

"Shut up!"

"-Echo! You need to distance yourself now while you can-"

"N-no!"

"-Because if they die or hurt you-"

Echo started to cry.

Octave sighed, "Look, just listen-"

Echo screamed, "No! Leave me alone!"

Octave could feel a tight coldness around her body, and her vision started to blur and fade into black.

Octave muttered, "Calm down..."

That only made Echo cry harder, and the chains around Octave tightened.

Octave was not good at comforting.

"...Just think about it."

Echo's reply to the flipside was a shaky sob.

"I hate you."

I know... you hate me...

One day you'll see what I'm doing is right...

And we'll play again...

You'll thank me...

And we'll be happy...

One day...

WARNING: Extremely dark theme, including violence and gore. Please do not read if you do not like that kind of stuff. I swear I don't always write horror and violence. But seriously, this is really dark and I do not suggest if you get sick easily

This is based around Ardour, an OC in the Rogue! Universe


"I wasn't always... at the top. Actually, I was at the bottom in the start. How did I climb up? That's... a good question..."

A young boy staggered through the crowd, teary eyed as he cried out.

"Momma?! Papa?!"

His body shivered in his thin clothing, the chill of the winds freezing his skin. His eyes glanced up at the tall strangers around him, which seemed to only spare a pitying gaze.

The boy felt fear tingle in his body as he heard a voice call to him, "Come back here!"

The boy turned slightly to see where the man chasing him was at, seeming the wild look in the man's eyes from afar. The boy ran away, tears now streaming down his face.

Where was he? Where was his parents?

The boy kept running, the twisting, concrete streets of the city never ending. He tripped over his own feet, the wooden medallion he wore thumping against his chest and then the ground like the rest of the boy's body.

The boy choked out a sob as he pushed himself up onto his knees, wiping his eyes and scooting over to the wall of a building.

"There you are!"

The boy screamed and kicked as a man grabbed him by the back of his shirt with one hand, The man, seeing no one around as the street was abandoned, threw the boy farther down the alleyway they were by.

The boy rolled on the concrete, more sobs escaping his throat as the man came closer.

"Quit being so loud!" the man kicked the boy in the ribs, the boy rolling farther down the alleyway. The boy noticed another kid, a few years younger, in the man's other hand when he finally had the chance to sit up.

The boy could sense a strong curse had been set on the other boy. A muting curse, one that possibly couldn't be lifted. The boy had a gift of sensing magic, which only made him want to get away from the man even more.

"W-why do you k-keep chasing me?" the boy hiccuped as the man threw the other kid beside the boy.

"You really don't know, do you?" the man growled, searching through his bag. "You don't know what that necklace on you stands for?"

The boy whimpered as he watched the man pull out a knife from the bag.

"You're going to make someone very happy," the man smiled, the wild... feral gleam in his eyes reappearing. "Which one of you wants to make someone happy first?"

Both boys trembled as the man came closer.

"I'll choose for you."

The man pulled out a shiny, golden coin. He examined the circular piece before flipping it into the air, catching it in his hand.

Without warning, the man grabbed the youngest kid by the hair, yanking him over to the side.

"You will go first!"

The knife torn into the other boy's shirt, and the boy struggled, making a face as if he was screaming, but no sound could be made out. The boy from the side watched as blood was starting to colour the fabric darkly.

"Quit your moving!" the man snarled, grabbing the youngest boy's hair, yanking his head up to force the kid to look up at his captor. The man flashed a cruel smile before slamming the kid's head into the concrete.

The boy from the side could hear a loud crack, and he could see blood covering the ground from under the other boy's head. The other boy had stopped moving, his body limp.

The boy from the side saw no remorse, not even a single hint of guilt, in the man's being as the man cut out the youngest boy's wings. The man lifted up the dead boy's head again once he was done with the wings, his eyes going over the bloody face.

The man started cackling, then he repeatedly...

The head would be impossible to identify.

The boy from the side watched, terrified into silence. He needed to escape, but he was at a dead end in the alleyway.

He was at the dead end of his life.

The man worked upon the limbs, casting a glance at the boy off to the side every once in a while.

"You will both make so many people happy," the man spoke. "Especially you. Your eyes..."

The man wheezed with glee.

"I'm going to be rich!"

The boy to the side started sobbing as loudly as he could.

"Hey! Shut up!"

The sobs turned into screams as the man stood up, slowly making his way to the boy to the side.

BANG BANG.

The boy watched as the man fell to the ground, red spurting from his head and neck.

The boy shakily looked up to see a tall man put away his gun. The man wore royal clothing, the boy reconized, and his face held no emotion. He came over to the young boy, kneeling before him and the dead feral man.

"Are you okay?" the royal man asked.

The boy nodded, still crying. The man gingerly took the boy's medallion in a slender hand, examining the carving.

"You were sold and abandoned. Hm. Perfect," the man muttered. The royal man stood up, taking the medallion off the boy and throwing it to the side.

"You're coming with me," the man ordered. The young boy stood up and followed, stepping around the crimson and two corpses. The boy's body still shook, and he looked back at the scene.

The royal man said, "Do not look back."

After a few more minutes of walking, the man asked, "Do you have a name?"

"Ardour..." the boy mumbled, keeping his eyes foward. "...Where am I?"

"The Middle Kingdom. Your parents abandoned you."

"What does... abandoned mean?"

The royal man sighed.

"It means they don't want you anymore."

The boy felt his chest start to hurt, and tears formed in his eyes.

"Th...they..."

The royal man sighed again, then said, "Stop your crying, now. I'm taking you somewhere much better."

It was much better. Better than Ardour could dream of.



"...My, my, my," Ardour chuckled. "You got me to tell you some of my past. You humour me."

Ardour dragged his dagger slowly across the captive's jawline, a thin, red line appearing.

"Too bad you won't live to hear more," Ardour continued, finding amusement in the victim's struggles against the chains.

"Don't give me that look," Ardour smiled, pressing the blade to the other's neck. There wasn't enough pressure to cut. Yet.

"I truly enjoyed my little game with you. May your soul enjoy the next life."

Ardour pushed down, and he finished while watching the light dim in the other's eyes, "May my soul be purified with each action I take to purify our world."

T h a n k

I SWEAR NOT EVERYTHING I WRITE IS ANGST BUT HERE IS MORE ANGST

WARNING: ANGST

This character is my SF!OC, North, who is my SF!persona's twin brother oof



His name was being called. His name, the label put upon him by adults who would never know the true him, was being screamed in a cry of pain. A cry of emotional pain, splitting the air into shreads of broken peace and comfort. A shout of terror and unforgettable fury towards some unknown object.

There was a fuzzy feeling in North's head as he tried to move, the screaming getting louder. The screaming was getting closer. North's eyes focused on his surroundings, and fear stuck his chest like an arrow.

He was back on the battlefield, the bodies of his fellow teenagers ripped apart into the abstract art of corpses. He couldn't reconize any of them, his friends, his comrades.

Someone ran over to him... someone familiar.

"E...Echo?" North's voice rasped, the painful taste of blood was starting to become noticed. "Hey, don't... don't cry."

This young teenager kneeling beside him wasn't the Echo he knew. It was someone else, a different version of his twin. North came to realize that his mind was thrown into another alternate world, the gods teasing him with the outcomes of other lives that North wish he never came to know.

Was this a divine punishment?

This version of Echo was talking quickly, begging, pleading, for whoever this version of North was, to stay alive.

"Hey... I'm fine... it's all fine... why not smile?" this version of North's body smiled back, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He could feel himself struggling to breath, as if something had punctured his insides.

North didn't control his words, they just calmly split out on their own like water out of a broken cup. The only thing he could control in this alternate was that he had the choice to listen to the words of the different versions.

North always listened.

This version of Echo gave a half-smile, tears stained with dirt and blood dripping down her scarred up face. North already knew that this alternate world was as horrible as his own world. It was how his own world used to be...

"That's a good smile... hey look..." North's hand trembled as he raised it to point at the glowing flowers nearby. "They're in bloom..."

His eyes went back to look at his sister, and North's grin, full of bloody teeth and pain, grew.

"When we get home, I bet our house will be surrounded by flowers."

Echo nodded, grinning back, "And Jay will-"

BANG-

Dark blood and gooey matter splashed on the ground as the teenager's body fell, the hole in her skull spurting out dark, internal innocence of a kid, too young to die.

There was another gunshot, and the world went black.

North screamed as he jerked awake, unable to catch his breath as he gasped for air. His hands gripped the fabric of his blankets and his shirt as he sobbed, his chest hurting and his heart beating so hard and fast that North could hear it in his ringing ears. His room was too dark, which made it worst. North's mind went to the worst conclusion: a memory still not distant enough to be ineffective.

They're coming back, they're going to kill me. They'll prod needles into my arms. They're going to drown me. They're going to torture me again.

North's screaming became louder as the teen became hysterical, his breathing hard as he tried to stand. He tripped over himself as he searched to find a way out, knocking over random objects that North didn't have time to identify. His twitching and trembling hands ran over the smooth walls as he caught himself, knocking over more things. He needed to escape from the ghosts screaming around him, from what next would come.

North needed to find a way out before they came back.

The lights flicked on, and North was screaming again, trying to fight the fuzzy figure rushing towards him. There was a sudden weakness in North's limbs as the figure suddenly sung a gentle, familiar melody. North's body relaxed as the familiar person came closer, now slow in pace. North let the figure hold him in a secure hug. North noticed there was someone else standing at the doorway... no, multiple people were standing at the doorway.

North sobbed, his mind finished piecing everything together. He wasn't in the torture chambers, North was in his room with his family members. This person holding North wasn't some royal scientist, it was his older brother.

North's hands clung onto Jay's shirt as Jay led him back to his bed. North let himself be sat down and held, crying hard as Jay continued to sing, rocking back and forth.

After a while, North's sobs turned into a silent cry, Jay's shirt stained in tears.

Very quietly, Jay asked North, "Who are you?"

"North Alistair Archer," North croaked, looking up slightly. Jay was trying to remind North of what was the current reality.

"Where are we?"

"In my bedroom."

"Nothing is going to harm you."

"Nothing-" North hiccuped. "-Nothing... n-nothing..."

North couldn't get himself to say the words. The words tasted like blood and vile, choking North into a sorrowful quiet.

"Do you want us to stay here with you?" Celery, North's younger brother, asked, sitting on the floor in front of him.

"Please..." North's grip became stronger, his voice full of ache and desperation. "Don't go yet..."

"We won't leave you..." Jay started to hum softly, still rocking back and forth.

Nothing is going to harm you...

Nothing is going to harm you...

North let himself believe it because it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart again.

Last edited by EchoDraws (5/06/2020 4:01 am)

now this is epic

Y'all complimenting me on literally torturing my OCs with angst??? XD

Thank you though!

EchoDraws wrote:

I SWEAR NOT EVERYTHING I WRITE IS ANGST BUT HERE IS MORE ANGST

WARNING: ANGST

This character is my SF!OC, North, who is my SF!persona's twin brother oof



His name was being called. His name, the label put upon him by adults who would never know the true him, was being screamed in a cry of pain. A cry of emotional pain, splitting the air into shreads of broken peace and comfort. A shout of terror and unforgettable fury towards some unknown object.

There was a fuzzy feeling in North's head as he tried to move, the screaming getting louder. The screaming was getting closer. North's eyes focused on his surroundings, and fear stuck his chest like an arrow.

He was back on the battlefield, the bodies of his fellow teenagers ripped apart into the abstract art of corpses. He couldn't reconize any of them, his friends, his comrades.

Someone ran over to him... someone familiar.

"E...Echo?" North's voice rasped, the painful taste of blood was starting to become noticed. "Hey, don't... don't cry."

This young teenager kneeling beside him wasn't the Echo he knew. It was someone else, a different version of his twin. North came to realize that his mind was thrown into another alternate world, the gods teasing him with the outcomes of other lives that North wish he never came to know.

Was this a divine punishment?

This version of Echo was talking quickly, begging, pleading, for whoever this version of North was, to stay alive.

"Hey... I'm fine... it's all fine... why not smile?" this version of North's body smiled back, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He could feel himself struggling to breath, as if something had punctured his insides.

North didn't control his words, they just calmly split out on their own like water out of a broken cup. The only thing he could control in this alternate was that he had the choice to listen to the words of the different versions.

North always listened.

This version of Echo gave a half-smile, tears stained with dirt and blood dripping down her scarred up face. North already knew that this alternate world was as horrible as his own world. It was how his own world used to be...

"That's a good smile... hey look..." North's hand trembled as he raised it to point at the glowing flowers nearby. "They're in bloom..."

His eyes went back to look at his sister, and North's grin, full of bloody teeth and pain, grew.

"When we get home, I bet our house will be surrounded by flowers."

Echo nodded, grinning back, "And Jay will-"

BANG-

Dark blood and gooey matter splashed on the ground as the teenager's body fell, the hole in her skull spurting out dark, internal innocence of a kid, too young to die.

There was another gunshot, and the world went black.

North screamed as he jerked awake, unable to catch his breath as he gasped for air. His hands gripped the fabric of his blankets and his shirt as he sobbed, his chest hurting and his heart beating so hard and fast that North could hear it in his ringing ears. His room was too dark, which made it worst. North's mind went to the worst conclusion: a memory still not distant enough to be ineffective.

They're coming back, they're going to kill me. They'll prod needles into my arms. They're going to drown me. They're going to torture me again.

North's screaming became louder as the teen became hysterical, his breathing hard as he tried to stand. He tripped over himself as he searched to find a way out, knocking over random objects that North didn't have time to identify. His twitching and trembling hands ran over the smooth walls as he caught himself, knocking over more things. He needed to escape from the ghosts screaming around him, from what next would come.

North needed to find a way out before they came back.

The lights flicked on, and North was screaming again, trying to fight the fuzzy figure rushing towards him. There was a sudden weakness in North's limbs as the figure suddenly sung a gentle, familiar melody. North's body relaxed as the familiar person came closer, now slow in pace. North let the figure hold him in a secure hug. North noticed there was someone else standing at the doorway... no, multiple people were standing at the doorway.

North sobbed, his mind finished piecing everything together. He wasn't in the torture chambers, North was in his room with his family members. This person holding North wasn't some royal scientist, it was his older brother.

North's hands clung onto Jay's shirt as Jay led him back to his bed. North let himself be sat down and held, crying hard as Jay continued to sing, rocking back and forth.

After a while, North's sobs turned into a silent cry, Jay's shirt stained in tears.

Very quietly, Jay asked North, "Who are you?"

"North Alistair Archer," North croaked, looking up slightly. Jay was trying to remind North of what was the current reality.

"Where are we?"

"In my bedroom."

"Nothing is going to harm you."

"Nothing-" North hiccuped. "-Nothing... n-nothing..."

North couldn't get himself to say the words. The words tasted like blood and vile, choking North into a sorrowful quiet.

"Do you want us to stay here with you?" Celery, North's younger brother, asked, sitting on the floor in front of him.

"Please..." North's grip became stronger, his voice full of ache and desperation. "Don't go yet..."

"We won't leave you..." Jay started to hum softly, still rocking back and forth.

Nothing is going to harm you...

Nothing is going to harm you...

North let himself believe it because it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart again.

 



REWRITE TIME! REWRITE TIME!

Warning: Angst, gore



There was the wailing of his name. His name, a label given as a hasty gift from adults who would never know the murderer he would become and would never know truly of what he felt. The desperate call of his name continued, ripping apart any peace or comfort that never existed anyway. North could feel the radiating fury and pain, but he knew it wasn't directed to him. Rather, it was directed at someone or something that he would never get to know nor would he ever truly understand.

Fuzziness filled his head as North made attempts to move, to sit up. The screaming was getting louder and closer, increasingly getting more and more distraught.

Fear, quicker than an arrow shot from a bow, struck North as his eyes finally came into focus. The smell of gunpowder, smoke, and blood stung and became a nauseating feeling in his stomach.

Everywhere there was the freshly dead bodies of children like him, some not even teenagers yet. The adolescent corpses scattered, shreaded, and torn so badly that North would never be able to identify the owners that had drawn their last breath.

His friends, his comrades...

All dead.

Finally, he realized who was screaming as she came into North's view, panicked and sobbing. North could see the blood stains soiling her armor, her skin, her wings. He could see all the scars on her face, all her newly given wounds. North could see the pure agony and shock on his sister's face as she knelt down beside him, seeing all the blood spurt out of the broken armor. Echo's words hurt even more than the wound as she started begging for North to not die, pleading for him to simply stay alive.

"E...Echo? Don't cry," North said, a strong metallic filling his taste. "P-please don't cry."

Echo shook her head, sobbing harder.

"H-hey, I'm fine... it's just a small wound, it's all fine... why not smile instead? I've been through worst, ya know?" North grinned as large as he could, feeling liquid slowly drip from the corner of his mouth and down his chin. He could hear his own breathing rasping and struggling, his insides feeling punctured and torn.

It was real every single damn time. Every dream, every alternate world was real. North knew this, he knew good and well of this sickening fact. This was someone else's life that North was just reliving. Possibly... was this a divine punishment for his sins? Were the gods responsible for the nightmares that tortured him?

The pain was real too. North could feel it, he could see the wounds. North could sense everything. But he didn't control himself, not even a single word he said was of his making. North was just a ghost in a vessel, unable to do anything but watch.

This version of Echo gave a forced smile, sobs escaping from her chest as she stared down at her twin brother. North was able to make out every detail. All the crimson mixed with dirt, every etch of emotion on her face. Echo was scared. She was scared of dying; she was scared of losing another person close to her.

Echo was a child, just like him. Scared of war, scared by the gunshots and screaming all around.

Scared of herself.

"That's... that's a good smile," North heaved, nearly choking on his own blood. "H...hey, look!"

His hand trembled as he lifted it up to point at a glowing flower, a small laugh forming from his lips.

North's smile of bloody teeth and pain grew as he laughed, "They're in bloom! When we get home, I bet our e-entire house, no, the whole neighborhood will be surrounded by flowers!"

North looked up at his sister, finally seeing a shadow of comfort drift into her expression. He watched as more tears fell from her eyes.

Echo nodded, her own grin becoming more natural and larger, and said, "Y-yeah! When we get home-"

BANG!

For a moment, time slowed it's pace. North could see dark matter spill from the hole through her head, Echo's body hitting the ground as more and more red seeped and spewed all around. He could see the smile still on her face, her mouth open as if wanting to say something, to continue. North could see the way her eyes had dimmed, the contrast of silver armor and deep innocent blood clashing.

Echo was just a kid, just like him.

North started to turn his head, but there was a sudden instant of pain. Then, the coldness of black washed over.

There was an ear splitting scream erupting from his throat as North jerked and struggled to sit up. He gripped onto the soft, thin fabrics of his blankets and shirt, his nails cutting through and piercing his own hands. North sobbed hard, his breath coming out in chokes and gasps. His chest hurt from his own heart beating violently, everything else being drowned out by the ringing and beat.

Dark, everything was dark. Where was everyone else?! Where was Echo?! Where was Silence?! Jay?! Celery?! Lillian?!

Why wasn't anyone there?!

North started screaming again when he realized where he was.

"PLEASE! LET ME OUT! DON'T HURT ME AGAIN!" was all North could yell, wobbling as he stood up. "STOP IT! LET ME OUT! PLEASE!"

They were going to put his head underwater until he passed out, prod his arms and legs with needles until his vision blackened, slit open his stomach and chest. They were going to hurt him. They were going to continue torturing North.

North continued to beg as he knocked things over while trying to move around. He continued to grope at the walls, shoving unidentified things to the side as he desperately searched for a way out. North fell to his knees, screaming as loud as his lungs would allow, trying to drown out the shrieks of the ghosts around him. He gripped onto his hair, violently tugging at it as he wailed over the voices in vain. 

The ghosts told him to run. The ghosts cried in pain. The ghosts reminded him that he was going to die. The ghosts were children like him. The ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts-


The lights flicked on, causing North to jolt up. There was a blurry figure coming towards him.

North threw himself back, falling in the process, thrashing his arms and legs to retaliate against the figure. North continued to bawl, closing his eyes while writhing on the ground.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! DON'T HURT ME, PLEASE!"

"PLEASE! PLEASE! DON'T HURT ME!"

"Please...don't..."

North's body weakened and tired as a deep, familiar melody was sang. North's limbs went limp, steadily slowing into a stop. North opened his eyes, scanning the destroyed room. He saw Jay slowly come closer, he could see his other siblings at the doorway.

North let Jay help him up, clinging onto his older brother's shirt as he was led to his bed. He let himself be held and rocked back and forth, listening to Jay's voice as he sang. The words silenced the ghosts; all North could hear was Jay and his own sobs.

It took a while, but North's sobbing shifted into a quiet cry that wetted Jay's shirt.

Jay stopped singing and gently asked, "Who are you?"

North knew what Jay was doing. Jay was trying to remind North of what really was happening, the truth of reality. To remind North that he wasn't in the torture chambers, to get North to organize his thoughts.

North hiccuped, looking around the room he had devastated, "N-North Alistair... North Alistair Archer."

"Where are we?"

"In... my bedroom."

"Mm-hmm... who am I?"

"Jay."

"Yep, I'm Jay, your older brother."

"I-I'm North, we're... we're in my bedroom... you... y-you are Jay, my older brother."

"Nothing will hurt you."

"Nothing... n-noth... nothing w-will..." North couldn't force the words out as they tasted like the vile of blood, like an empty promise. North went into a sorrow-filled quiet, giving up.

Celery sat down on the floor in front of North, concern clearly showing, and asked, "Do you want us to stay with you?"

The mere thought of them leaving sent North into a spiral, his grip tightening and his voice pleading with a desperate cry, "Don't leave me alone!"

"Okay... we'll stay in here," Jay nodded, continuing to sing right after. North closed his eyes again.

Nothing will hurt you.
Nothing will hurt you.
Nothing will hurt you.

For a moment, North allowed himself to believe an empty sentence. It was childish, but North repeated it in his mind like a broken record player so he could ward off the ghosts.

That mere sentence was keeping him from breaking all over again.

Because North was a child.

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