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please let me or bunny know if we are taking things a bit far, but i will list warnings & triggers. if this is breaking any of the rules of the group, i will be glad to fix what i have written.

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CONTENT WARNING & TRIGGERS
possibly more to be added

- Graphic violence & murder
- Kidnapping & abduction
- Psychological manipulation
- Mentions of mental instability & manic behavior
- Blood, gore, & body horror (dismemberment)
- Weapons (guns, knives, bats)
- Imprisonment & restraint
- Anxiety, paranoia, & unsettling themes
- Stalking & premeditated attacks
- Depictions of trauma & psychological distress

These warnings should help you make an informed decision about reading our roleplay! Let me know if I missed anything.

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we are doing a "unhinged serial killer x calm/emotionless victim" roleplay. this will be a mnb x m roleplay. i will be playing the calm/emotionless victim. while bunny is going to play the unhinged serial killer.
(mnb = male non-binary)

i would appreciate if there is no comments other than me & bunny

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bunny's oc

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1l...

aiiden's oc

@ａｉｉｄｅｎ₊⊹


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"I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang
I was told when I get older, all my fears would shrink
But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think
"


"My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out (oh)"


⋆ꕤ⋆𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧⋆ꕤ⋆
╚»★ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ; Vion
╚»★ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ; Wather
╚»★ᴀɢᴇ; 18 - Turning 19
╚»★ʙɪʀᴛʜ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ/ꜱᴇx; Male
╚»★ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ; February 14, 2006
╚»★ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ; Bisexual - He/Him & They/Them

"Maybe you don't know what I'm going through
I'm not asking you to but, I just need you
I need some sympathy, I don't need empathy"

⋆ꕤ⋆𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞⋆ꕤ⋆
╚»★ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏ(ꜱ);

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╚»★ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ; 135
╚»★ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ; 5'7 in a half
╚»★ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ; n/a

"I Wish we could turn back time (oh)
To the good old days (oh)
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
♪
We're stressed out
♪
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young"

⋆ꕤ⋆𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲⋆ꕤ⋆
╚»★ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ; (too lazy. . . .)

"How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from?
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one
It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose
Same clothes, homegrown, a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam"

⋆ꕤ⋆𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲⋆ꕤ⋆
╚»★ᴘᴀꜱᴛ/ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ/ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; (too lazy. . . .)

"But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered
Out of student loans and tree house homes, we all would take the latter
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep"

╚»★ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ(ꜱ); riley and riox
╚»★ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ; n/a
╚»★ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; n/a (never dated)

"But now we're stressed out (oh)
Wish we could turn back time (oh)
To the good old days (oh)
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Used to play pretend, give each other different names"

╚»★ꜰᴇᴀʀ(ꜱ); darkness, being abandoned, etc
╚»★ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(ꜱ); drawing & baking
╚»★ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ; communication & socializing
╚»★ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇ(ꜱ); painting, drawing (digital & paper), reading, & being out in nature
╚»★ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ; he likes old school stuff, but enjoys keeping up with new trends.
╚»★ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ(ꜱ); n/a
╚»★ʟɪᴋᴇ(ꜱ); cheeto puffs, green, & jewelry
╚»★ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇ(ꜱ); society (sometimes), bugs, & his parents
╚»★ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ(ꜱ) ꜰᴏʀ; animals, kids, & nature

"We would build a rocket ship, and then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money," yeah
We used to play pretend, give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship, and then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money," yeah"

⋆ꕤ⋆𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥(𝐬)⋆ꕤ⋆
0 being the lowest (bad) & 10 being the highest (good)
╚»★ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ; 5/10
╚»★ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ; 5/10
╚»★ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ; 8/10
╚»★ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ; n/a/10
╚»★ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ; 6/10
╚»★ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ; 7/10
╚»★ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛꜱ; 2/10
╚»★ʙᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛꜱ; 9/10
╚»★ᴀɢɪʟɪᴛʏ; 6/10
╚»★ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ; 4/10
╚»★ᴄʜᴀʀɪꜱᴍᴀ; 8/10

"Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out (oh)
Wish we could turn back time (oh)
To the good old days (oh)"

⋆ꕤ⋆𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬⋆ꕤ⋆
╚»★ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ; art by mikxyu_
╚»★ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ; n/a

"When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
We used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money"



"We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
Used to play pretend, give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship, and then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money," yeah"

ꜱᴏɴɢ ɴᴀᴍᴇ;
ꜱᴏɴɢ ʙʏ;
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Lin's days seemed to pass in a blur, always in the darkness, the day nor night seemed to have any effect on his, his eyes bloodshot and dead, no man was behind them anymore, nothing sane or anything resembling sanity within him. His hair died green at the ends, his roots growing out with a natural brown. Why did he dye it green again... what had happened... he couldn't recall... He seemed to tremble almost all the time antsy to pounce, to run, to do something, underlying anxiety as his eyes often darted around the room, focusing, thinking... planning...

Of course after all of this planning something had have come out it. Well, something did, a police case, several missing people and six dead bodies. Just one more time... he frequently told himself after every gun shot, sliced throat, and stab wound. Just once more... It's almost as if he couldn't help himself it was the only thing made him feel alive under it all, the only thing that kept him from destroying himself, and yet... it still didn't stop him, often caught pulling his hair out and muttering to himself...

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One more time... Lin thought as he ran a hand through his hair slowly, after two months of deliberate stalking and planning he's found his next victim: Vion Wather, 18, born February 14, 2005?.. No, 2006. he corrected himself as he twirled a bat in his hand slowly, his fingers moved deftly across the knob a soft sigh leaving him. And there was that spark of excitement and life he felt... waiting for this very moment. The very thought of it made him smirk.

Lin had been following them for some time, late evening. Whatever reason he'd been wandering the streets at this time was none of his concern. He slowly fixed his top hat as he adjusted the cuff of his red vest. What made him seem less suspicious than a dark red top hat and suit of sorts? Aside from the bat he held he was more-or-less suspicious. this is taking too long.. he thought, almost bored.

At some point he got bored of waiting and smacked Vion at the back of his head with the bat, quickly collapsing in the streets. there we go! he beamed to himself, slowly dragging the body behind him with much ease, as if they had weighed nothing. Passerbyers looked concerned but Lin just smiled and said, "crazy night at the baseball field." As if that explained anything, but crazily -- and stupidly -- it worked. Now... to the basement! he declared proudly to himself.

Vion had spent the evening surrounded by laughter & familiar faces. It had been a while since he & his friends had all gathered like this, just to eat, reminisce, & enjoy each other’s company. The hours had stretched on, conversations flowing effortlessly from one topic to the next until they finally realized how late it had gotten. One by one, the group dispersed, bidding their goodbyes with lingering smiles and tired eyes.

Vion waved off the last of his friends before pushing the door open & stepping outside. The sudden ding of the cafe’s bell rang out behind him, quickly followed by the heavy thunk of the door shutting. It was only about a fifteen-minute walk back to his apartment, an easy enough trek, but something about the night always unsettled him.

"This is... really good," Vion murmured, half to himself, as he took another eager slurp from his cup. The icy drink sent a brief brain freeze through his skull, but he didn't care. This was his first time trying a slushie, & it was far better than he ever imagined. Sweet, cold, & refreshing—it was addicting. "Definitely gonna get another one of these," he mumbled, shaking the cup.

As he walked, the city’s warm glow began to fade, the streetlights becoming sparse, leaving long patches of shadow. It just got darker & darker , & an uneasy feeling started to settle in his chest.

Fuck, can my legs just move quicker? It’s starting to get eerie out here.

His grip on the slushie tightened slightly as his pace quickened, the quiet sound of his footsteps echoing just a bit too loudly in the empty streets. He hated this. The dark always made him feel like something unseen was creeping just out of sight, watching, waiting.

He was only a short distance from the alleyway he usually cut through to shave off a few minutes from his walk home. He hesitated for just a second before forcing himself forward—he had done this a hundred times before. There was no reason to be paranoid.

Then— nothing.

Vion didn't even have the chance to react. One moment, he was stepping toward the alley’s entrance, & the next, everything went black.

Lin dragged Vion towards his small yet modest house, humming lightly as he kicked the door shut behind him, treading into the basement and flicking the lights on as he held them beneath his arms, dragging him slowly down the steps, rhythmic thumps coming as he treaded into the dark depth before just dropping his body to the concrete flooring. Humming a soft tune as he did so, I don't think I hit him too badly... he thought to himself as he looked at the unconscious form before him, maybe mildly concussed... but he'll be fine

Lin kicked his shoes of by the stairs as he looked around the mainly empty basement, the boiler rattling gently in the corner as he looked at the table pushed against the wall, a few knives with dried blood caked across the blade, having never bother to clean it off, a few guns with bullets resting beside them, he hardly ever used them, he never got the same jolt of life coursing through him. He smiled to himself as he picked up a roll of duct tape and returning to Vion and flipping him over carelessly, pinning his arms behind his back and taping them together,

He left room for circulation but otherwise the tape held tight. Lin pulled him onto a wooden a chair where six other victims before sat, dried blood surrounding it, he tried to clean it yet he never found the right chemicals and let the ruby liquid sit for fair too long and seeping into the concrete below, forever staining it. Lin plopped down to the ground to secure Vion's legs to the chairs, making sure he had little to no mobility.

After he finished he stepped back in satisfaction, smiling ever so brightly, walking around him slowly before doing a quick circle of skips, chuckling softly to himself, his fingers gently moving their hair from his face. "Oh, this is perfect!~" he beamed happily his eyes gleaming pure malice with not a single trace of humanity behind them. now we wait! he though excitedly as he looked around and found a spot on the stairs to observe his latest victim, his eyes gleaming, waiting for him to awake and see the fear in his eyes.

(Note: I don't use the tilde/twiddle (~) for seductive purposes, it's more of an emphasis instead-)

Vion’s mind was dull & hazey, a pounding ache radiated from the back of his skull. His body felt heavy, sluggish—like it wasn’t entirely his own. He tried to move, but resistance met him, a rough, unyielding force digging into his wrists & ankles.

A small grunt released from him lips, as his senses slowly returned. Vion couldn't help but crinkle his nose due to the scent of rust & dampness filling his nose. His fingers twitched against the restraints, & as his consciousness sharpened, so did the rising wave of unease coiling in his gut.

With a slow inhale, he forced his eyelids to flutter open, blinking against the dim basement light. The room swam in his vision, but as it settled, his gaze landed on the figure perched on the steps—a man with a bright, almost childlike grin that starkly contrasted the malice in his eyes.

Vion didn't even have a reaction, he kept his expression neutral as if this wasn't the first time he's been kidnapped. "Cute setup you got here," he rasped, his voice flat with no trace of fear or even amusement. "Lemme guess—I'm the guest of honor?" Vion's muscles didn't even tense up at all. All he could think of is how this will turn out & a way of getting a possible way out. Good thing he has always been the "nonchalant" type of person, because if anyone was in his shoes it surely would be different. Yet there was one thing he was good at, & it was survival.

(alrighty!)

Lin stared for a moment, not expecting that response, a bit unsatisfying he had to admit, but the gleam in his eyes didn't disappear as he got to his feet, his footsteps falling softly against the concrete, "you can call it that," he replied anyway, flashing his white teeth as he approached Vion slowly, the bat he had used sat on the floor, kicking it gently with his foot before looking about.

"Welcome Vion!" he smiled brightly gesturing to the small basement with much excitement, "welcome to your last days! It'll be fun!" he beamed, a hysteric laugh following as he clutched his stomach, before taking a breath, "it's great to know you aren't screaming," he mused gently, "it's actually a relief!~" he said and pat Vion upon his head in a condescending fashion.

"I happened to know everything about you," he said proudly almost as if that were a normal thing, "you're interesting, but none of that matters now." He hummed lightly as he skipped around Vion slowly, "you're so lucky to be here -- with me! Oh, it's wondrous... I was beginning to get a bit lonely," he said with false sadness in his voice, a soft chuckle following as he ran a hand through his hair, long strands falling out and dancing tot he floor below.

Vion’s expression remained unchanged as Lin’s voice echoed around the room. The erratic energy, the false excitement, the gleam of something darker—none of it seemed to faze him. He was there, yet detached, watching without any hint of emotion creeping through his facade. Lin’s laughter filled the space, but Vion didn’t respond. He remained still, his posture stiff, eyes unfocused as if he were waiting for something that didn’t seem to matter.

When Lin patted his head, Vion didn’t flinch or even acknowledge the gesture. His body didn’t tense, didn’t fight the restraints. Vion chuckled, "Am I a pet or something now?" His eyes briefly scanned the room, taking in the bloodstained chair, the knives, & the guns.

"How am I possibly lucky to be here with you’?" Vion’s voice remained as steady as ever, but there was an underlying edge to his words now. "I don’t share your excitement." His entire posture screamed indifference, as though the situation held no weight. He just wondered how this would play out. Even so it wouldn't cause such a bother & it didn’t matter as much either way.

This seemed to bother Lin slightly as he stopped his skipping and stared at Vion, tapping his long tails against his sternum, feeling the light vibration on his boney finger. He was thinking now. what's wrong with this one?.. he asked himself as he squinted at Vion and his unwavering expression. Lin couldn't help but to crack a smile, another laugh escaping him rather more manic than hysteric.

His eyes flashing briefly with a hint of anxiety and more... human emotions before his mask slipped back on flawlessly, his teeth shining brightly, "that's okay... that's alright..." he muttered to just himself as he stepped his finger faster, his heart seeming to beat faster before he snapped out of his trance.

"That's alright!" he beamed, "that's fine, everything is fine!" he laughed once more, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, a hand carding through his hair but gripping the strands slightly, tugging at the roots as he did so, "you're lucky, my friend, because!~" he paused for anticipation, "I'm famous!" he giggled like a child in a candy store, skipping over to the corner where a simple file lie and picked it up, opening it.

"Look here!" he said as he opened it up, showing new reports and pictures of missing people, giving Vion a moment to observe them. "Isn't it wonderful!" he said as he hugged the file and pirouetted. He didn't mind telling his plans to Vion, mainly because he'd be dead in less than a week. "Oh! It's wonderful isn't it! You'll be on the news! You'll be famous... we'll be famous!" he beamed, stars lighting up his eyes as he smiled widely.

"The things I can do!~" he hummed and spun around again, teetering between his feet as he pulled out the most recent new report about Lin. Still mysterious, yet the knew took to calling him; The Mad Hatter, due to his trademark tiny top hat he leaves behind with the bodies. "Look here!" he said excitedly as he showed a picture of a discombobulated body. "My it was harder than I thought to tear someone limb-from-limb with your bare hands," he cackled.

Vion’s gaze never left Lin as he twirled & spoke his words tumbling out with manic excitement. His gaze now fixed on the way the bloodstains were dried & the way it just rested there beneath the chair. Yet, Lin talked. & talked. & talked. "You talk too much, a bit too much." Vion’s voice was quiet, but firm.

Vion saw how eager Lin was to show off the reports about him & the bodies. Does he even have any humanity left within him? Vion questioned himself.

Yet the basement was cold, it made him shiver just a bit but he ignored it. "Is that what this is about?" Vion continued, his tone calm. "You don’t just want to 'kill' . You want to be 'seen' . To be 'recognized' . " His eyes dropped to the file before flicking back up to Lin’s face. "That’s why I’m still here. . . To be the reason why you're 'famous'. "

The words settled between them, & Vion watched Lin closely. The forced enthusiasm, the way he would grip his hair just a little too tightly. Maybe. . I'm just a little concerned about him. Wonder how he grew up honestly. Vion's face blank, he couldn't help but wonder just a bit about the maniac.

"You don’t want to be forgotten," Vion went on, his voice unchanging. "That’s why you leave the hats. Why you make a spectacle out of everything. But no one really sees you, do they?" His eyes locked onto Lin’s. "They don’t call you by your name. They give you a title instead. ‘The Mad Hatter.’" He let the words sink in. "That’s all you are to them. A mystery. A joke. Another shadow lurking in the dark." He felt that it was a bit harsh, but the man really needed to be hit with some realism. Vion couldn't understand what made the man so interested -- in. . murder.

"You hate that, don’t you?" Vion asked, his voice devoid of mockery, just quiet certainty. "That no matter how much blood you spill, how many names you add to your list & yet you’re still just a story for them to tell. A nameless ghost."

"Why?" That is all he could get out as he saw the discombobulated body.

Lin's stopped his movements as he tossed the file across the ground, the papers falling out of the file as he took a shaky breath inwards, Vion's words getting on his nerves, "Shut up..." he muttered softly, his expression growing dark, "shut up. Shut up!" he shouted, his chest now heaving as he gripped his hair tightly, a soft chuckle escaping him. "You don't know anything, you insolent freak!" his voice shook slightly as his hand fell from his hair slowly, his trembling more obvious now.

Lin silenced himself slightly as he muttered quietly and paced around, chewing his nails idly before he looked up at the boiler in the corner, the words leaving his mouth were really just thoughts he didn't even need entirely, filtering them out of his body as he placed faster. He removed his hat and placed it on the stairs, the dark green in his hair was beginning to fade and his hair was knotting the more he neglected it. Eventually he stopped abruptly, straightening his posture as he crossed his arms over his chest, his expression seeming a bit more serious as he approached Vion, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"What game are you playing at?" he asked as he circled him slowly, eventually walking away, his back turned, "what's wrong with you? You're not... normal," the term escaping through clenched teeth, obviously annoyed by some standard. His took in a shaky breath as he fixed the cuffs of his suit, "you're..." he couldn't find the word just yet as tapped the railing of the basement stairs, "you're going to die either way," he said softly, "why should you even be questioning my predicament when you should trying to escape your own?" he asked, his words more put together, less manic, more... intelligent. "it's insufferable," he gritted his teeth, his nails scratching against the wood before he turned to look at Vion's expression.

Lin took another shaky breath through his mouth, trying to get a proper hold of himself, his emotions scattered a bit, and a smile cracked on his lips, a soft chuckle escaping him before started laughing again. The mood shift almost as unsettling as the first one, "That's okay!" he beamed, "I figured it out!" he said, through all his muttering and analysis, he managed to figure it out himself, "you're jealous of my fame!" he settled on, "you're envious because..." he started to cackle, "you could never commit a perfect crime! And now... and now you'll never be able to because you're already dead!~" he laughed, doubling over as he clenched his abdomen.

Vion couldn't help but wonder. Was he always like this? Lin’s outbursts continued, his words tinged with frustration & anger. He watched him with a kind of a 'the fuck' kind of stare. Vion couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Me?" He stopped, before letting out a chuckle. "I'm a freak?" Vion looked the man up & down basically kind of insulting him in a way.

He spoke slowly, his tone calm & steady. "I was born this way.” He looked at the floor this time, memories flooding his head. Vion wasn't scared of death. He knew death was going to happen either at old age, suicide, accidents, or possibly something like this. “My thoughts of escaping are something I keep to myself.”

Vion leaned back in his chair slightly, his eyes never leaving Lin. "You're insufferable." he said, his voice is still even. "I’m not afraid, not of you at least. I know what’s coming. So why don't you just get things started?"

His gaze remained on the man, "I don't gain fame in torturing other people. Maybe find a different hobby." Vion couldn't believe this maniac really thought he'd be jealous of something he could earn in millions of other ways. "I don't want to commit a crime. I'm just not like you," He mumbled under his breath, his voice barely audible. His gaze flickered downward, avoiding eye contact.

Lin expression remained unchanged as he looked at Vion for a long moment, chuckling softly mainly to himself, something about them sparked a sense of curiosity within him, for a fleeting moment there was a flash of something human behind his eyes but quickly replaced when he crossed his arms over his chest. "You're a funny thing," he said, smiling with his teeth, now finding the situation amusing. "If I wanted to kill you know I would have done it when I know you unconscious," he quipped with a soft hum. "You're not very smart."

"Anyway," he hummed softly, less maniac, but still smiling as he wandered around Vion, sure he'd been watching him for months, but it's not as if he could actually look at him up close. He sighed softly as he spun on his heel, "I'll kill y/o/u when I feel so inclined to, but for now, you'll be stuck here," he smiled brightly, stuffing his hands into his pockets, his olive eyes staring directly at Vion, not wavering for a moment before he cleared his throat, "you'll have a great time here! It'll almost be like we're best friends!" he claimed happily, a brief flicker of something rather unreadable in his eyes, a confusing mixture of emotions flickering in such a short amount of time

"But..." he started but paused after a moment, fishing his phone from his pocket his focus centered for a long moment in time, tapping something away and softly murmuring the text on the screen, before pocketing his phone, "well, I have business to attended to!~" he said as he approached the wooden stairs, "and don't worry, nothing ever comes in or out of here unless it's me or by me!" he smiled ascending the stairs quickly, yet the creaky wood seemed to have silence beneath his feet as he walked up swiftly. And with that he door was closed with a soft click and Lin was off without another word.

Vion remained still, his gaze following the man's movements but not reacting to them. He made eye contact with the man for a few seconds before looking somewhere else. i'm not smart? how funny. . . Vion looked at the man, before his gaze just went back to following the man's movements.

As the man circled him, speaking of waiting for the right moment to kill, Vion tilted his head just slightly. then why wait? Vion questioned himself. “If you were so sure about what you wanted, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

"Friends" Vion mocked him as his eyes narrowed just slightly, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. Vion watched the brief flicker of emotions in the man's eyes as he talked about them being 'best friends.' "Friends" Vion mocked him as his eyes narrowed just slightly, but it was gone as quickly as it had come.

As Lin checked his phone, Vion remained quiet. He didn’t bother asking what was so important—he knew he wouldn’t get a real answer. The creak of the stairs was the only sound as the man ascended, & the soft click of the door closing signaled his exit.
Then, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, listening. Waiting.

~ a little while later ~

Vion exhaled quietly as he opened his eyes, shifting slightly in the chair, testing the restraints just enough to get a sense of them. They're not even that tight. . He let out a quiet hum, tilting his head forward as he forced his bound hands upward. With precise control, Vion sank his sharp teeth into the restraints, biting down hard until the tape began to tear. He clenched his jaw, pulling against it until, finally, his hands slipped free.

Wasting no time, he leaned forward, reaching for the bindings around his legs. But the moment he shifted, a sharp, throbbing pain pulsed through his skull—a brutal reminder of the blow he had taken from the bat earlier. His body swayed unsteadily, his vision swimming, but he pushed through, fingers brushing against the restraints.

Then, his balance gave out. The room seemed to spin as he toppled forward, his head colliding hard against the concrete. A fresh wave of pain exploded through his skull & the ringing in his ears grew louder, then his limbs just went weak.

His vision blurred, the lingering pain from the earlier strike, now worsened by the impact, made it impossible to fight the pull of unconsciousness. His breath slowed, the cold seeping into his skin as the darkness swallowed him whole..

Lin returned maybe forty-five minutes later a tablet tucked under his arm and a white bag in his hand as he descended the stairs, seeing the unconscious figure on the floor and simply sighing. He crouched down beside the prone from, his gaze absent as he took a short breath. "How quality," he muttered softly, his mind was elsewhere as he observed the torn take, "And I wrapped it so prettily," he sighed, more disappointed by the ripped tape than the attempted escape. "I brought us donuts too," he sighed as he gently moved Vion to his back, observing the injuries.

He'll be fine, he beamed internally, "obviously doesn't have a simple understanding of how head trauma works," he said fairly sarcastically, clearing his throat. He took no interest in observing and tending to injuries, after all, that's not what he was here for. Lin's gaze flickered over his features before working to yank off the rest of the tape. I knew I should have invested in rope, a weary sigh leaving him as he rubbed his tired eyes.

Lin's main concern wasn't if Vion got out of the binds, after all, if he did get loose, they'd have to escape, though Lin hardly ever left his home and would notice effectively, it's not the first time it happened, yet he does little to change. Fishing around on the table, moving a few of the items aside he tapped his long nails on the table. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment. For whatever reason, Lin appeared to have have some semblance of sanity, his movements calmer and more calculated, and his thoughts less scattered and loud as before. "Where'd I put them?" he muttered softly pacing around momentarily before looking at the boiler.

Upon approaching it, on top rested a dust pair of handcuffs, he picked up the warm cuffs, the chains jingling lightly in the otherwise silent basement, the south echoing off of the concrete walls. Humming softly he grabbed Vion and latching one of the cuffs onto his wrist, idly dragging him across the floor to the piping on the wall, latching the other end there. Tugging it gently to see it's hold. "Seems sturdy enough..." he muttered softly.

He smiled brightly as he opened the bag and placed donut onto Vion's lap. Friends! he thought giddily a smile creeping across his features, spinning on his heel and sitting down beside Vion, he hadn't grabbed his own donut, he cared little for it at the time. Fixing the table from under his arm he pulled out an electronic pen, opening one of his many drawing arts, focusing on that while he waiting for Vion to gain consciousness.

A dull ache pulsed through Vion’s skull, dragging him back into awareness. His head throbbed with a dull, persistent pain, the lingering effects of both the initial blow & his latest fall making themselves known. The dim lighting did little to ease the discomfort, the flickering overhead bulb casting a weak glow.

His breathing remained slow & even as he adjusted to his surroundings. It didn’t take long to register the weight resting idly on his lap— a donut, of all things... He barely spared it a glance, his focus shifting instead to his wrist. He tugged slightly, hearing the faint clink of a chain before following it with his gaze. Handcuffs. Attached to a pipe. Great.

Vion exhaled slowly, allowing himself a moment to process before his attention flickered to the man. The other sat nearby, his posture more relaxed than before, tablet in hand, a stylus. The erratic energy that had previously filled the room was absent. No manic laughter, no sudden outbursts—just a quiet, unsettling focus.

Vion tested the restraint again, this time watching the man for any reaction. The metal rattled faintly, it was different from before. Sloppier. Less... structured. That was a mistake... He thought to himself before speaking faintly, "You’re getting lazy."

His voice was quiet, even, carrying no real malice—just an observation. The torn tape, the ease with which he’d freed himself before collapsing, the casual way the man had placed a donut on his lap like they were simply sharing breakfast—it all lacked the strict control that someone so "infamous" should have.

Finally, his gaze dropped to the donut again, the absurdity of it all settling in. His fingers curled slightly, as if debating whether or not to push it off his lap entirely. Instead, he let out a slow breath, tilting his head just enough to glance toward the man once more before looking back down at the donut. "You actually expect me to eat this?" he murmured, his voice cracky. shit.. the sight of this donut makes me hungry.. i also just wanna sleep

Lin looked up only breifly, too busy focusing on his piece of art, commissioned earlier that day. "Uh..." he started, a bit sidetracked as he made the gentle strokes, zooming out on the picture, it appeared to be a large spotted mushroom with little frogs surrounding it, eat doing their own things as if they had their own personalities, before he stared a bit longer, placing the pen down next to him, his hands still trembling lightly. "Not lazy..." he said, his voice trailing, "if I were lazy I wouldn't spend time watching you and taking you all the way here." He quipped, placing his hands into his lap.

Lin looked at the donut, "I have other flavors..." he said as he grabbed the bag and opened it, peeking inside, "I mean, whatever you want really!" he beamed happily, almost seeming like he was friends with Vion for about forever, "you're not allergic to anything are you?" he asked as he fished around in the bag, pulled out a peanut butter cup donut, "this one is nice too if you want it," he said simply, switching out the donuts. "Glazed is good when it's warm."

He spoke as if it were a normal conversation, all maniac behaving seeming to have disappeared in the moment for whatever unknown reason, though his eyes lacked any semblance of life still dead, still with no real life behind them. He looked back down at his tablet and turned it back on, turning it around to show Vion.

"Lookie!~" he beamed, just happy about how art, "it's a commission I'm doing, aren't they adorable!" he said as he turned it back around and zoomed it to work on the finer details, humming softly to himself. "Maybe donuts wasn't a great choice..." he muttered to himself, "muffins are good too..." he said with light fondness of the idea.

Vion's gaze flickered between the man & the way he just converses with him as if it was normal. He watched as the man rummaged through the bag, swapping out the donut like they were two friends.

His fingers brushed against the donut, but he made no move to eat it. "I don't like sweets, at least not donuts." He replied simply, his voice carrying its usual flatness.

His attention shifted when the man turned the tablet toward him, showing off the digital piece. Large mushrooms, tiny frogs, each with their own unique little quirk & there was an undeniable charm to it. The strokes were clean, the colors vibrant. It felt oddly personal, like the man actually cared about. Vion took it in for a moment before meeting the man's gaze again.

"They are," he said after a pause, acknowledging the art with the faintest nod. It wasn’t forced or sarcastic, just a simple observation. His eyes lingered on the screen for a second longer before drifting back to the mas. "Didn’t expect you to have patience for something like this."

It was an indirect way of saying it surprised him—that the man, in all his chaos, could sit down long enough to create something so wonderful. He didn’t react to the mention of muffins, since he doesn't like muffins.

Vion let out a slow breath, eyes half-lidded as if tired of thinking too much. "You act like you’ve already decided we’re friends," he noted. He wonders how this will play out, maybe he can gain the man's trust. . enough to escape.

Lin's eyes flickered with something for a moment, "I see," he hummed as he looked at the piece of art again, making a few more gently strokes, despite his normally shaky hands he managed to keep the steady as he make gentle line strokes, his eyes focused on the image for a moment longer before he spoke again, lifting his head to look at Vion.

"Not everyone likes donuts," he said simply, "I don't really like them... but my kitchen is just... overflowing with pastries," he said vaguely with no intent on explaining how or why, just a simple statement. "I think I have croissants somewhere..." he continued, "do you like croissants?" he asked almost as if a curious child.

Lin made no statement about his drawing, he had plenty of patience for the things he was passionate about: people watching, art, reading... all the same in his head really. He turned the tablet off again and gently placed it next to him, closing the casing and placing the pen on top gently. His hands trembled once more as he ran a hand through his hair, gripping the roots gently, pulling out a few strands as he pulled his fingers from it.

Unaware of his actions he got to his feet, staring down at Vion, blinking a few times before a chuckle of sorts left though it appeared to be almost nervous, a hint of anxiety behind his eyes. "My apologies," he laughed once more, "maybe I shouldn't assume..." he muttered under his breath, "what would you like to eat? I have plenty upstairs," he voice trembled almost as much as his hands did. The strands of hair dancing slowly to the floor before he forced his hands out of it.

"I don’t care much for croissants either," he answered, his voice as steady as ever, though there was a certain weight behind it, as if he wasn’t speaking just about food. His eyes remained on the man. His hands trembled, he barely had enough energy to keep his eyes open for another hour. "I'll just take water. ."

Vion remained silent for a moment. Then, slowly, he tilted his head, as if considering something before speaking again. “You assume a lot,” he said, not as a criticism.

At the question, he exhaled through his nose, barely a sigh. “Soup?” Food was food, just fuel to keep going. Vion then adds after a brief pause, "But if it keeps your hands busy, then get whatever."

Lin teetered between his feet, thinking to himself silently, "soup?" he repeated. "I don't think I have soup..." he hummed softly, though having enough ingredients to make some he never really knew nor learned how to cook, not having either will or passion to do so. "I can go buy some!" He settled as he did a spin. Bending down to pick up the red top hat the rested on the floor, and placing it upon his head. Though having just abducted Vion, it wouldn't be the wisest idea to go out, but it seemed he cared very little.

Lin sighed softly with a hum, fixing the cuffs of his button up shirt, thinking to himself while he hummed a slightly catchy tune, his normal demeanor slowly returning, though not unsettling just... unusual. "I can get more bread too!" He beamed happily, sort of explaining accumulating pastries in his cupboards, almost as if he had been hoarding them for reasons that Lin himself wasn't even really sure of. He didn't even like bread.

Skipping up the stairs two steps at a time, he paused at the door, blinking at Vion for a second. "I'll be back! Just stay here," he said happily, olive eye glinting slightly in the dim light, as if they'd even have a choice to begin with. He carefully opened the door before closing and locking with a soft click before snagging his wallet off the counter, pocketing it quickly. No key. Mainly because he didn't have a car, frequently walking and/or skipping everywhere if he ever did leave.

Vion listened in silence, watching as the man moved with erratic energy—spinning. At the mention of going out, Vion's brow twitched just slightly, the smallest flicker of thought crossing his mind. Was the man really about to leave him here alone? Was he that confident—or just careless?

As the man stood at the top of the stairs, pausing to look back, Vion met his gaze without reaction, his expression remaining neutral. Instead, he tilted his head just slightly, as if studying him. "You shouldn’t leave in the middle of something important," he said, calmly. He watches carefully for any flicker of reaction before the man inevitably disappears through the door.

Vion leaned his head against the brick wall, being cuffed to a pipe is not easy to escape. His eyes searched the room for anything nearby. "This is so fucking uncomfortable," he groaned.

Lin hummed softly as he locked the front door carefully behind him, heading off, a certain excitement in his step, and a smile carved on his lips, it seemed genuine but if one were to look a bit closely, that man had some crazed intent behind them, but he held his head high and skipped down the sidewalk.

Though upon arriving at the store, he found himself in the soup isle, just staring at the arrangement of soups. "Why are there so many..." he muttered softly as he looked at the cans, "huh..." he stared for probably fifteen minutes, before he settled.... and grabbed one of every can and tossed them into his cart. Before heading over to the bakery, grabbed a baguette, hawaiian rolls, and more croissants, before he actually purchased his items and left with little question but a lot of curious looks of why he had around thirty-five cans of soup, but no questions asked. Success!

Dilemma,,, he thought as he pushed the cart out of the store. He had no car... and so much soup. He pushed his luck and just pushed the car out of the lot... to his surprise, it didn't lock and so... he wheeled the cart down the sidewalk with ease, humming a jaunty tune to himself.

Vion lay still, his body relaxed but his mind sharp, taking in the dim, quiet atmosphere of the basement. The weight of the handcuff around his wrist was an ever-present irritation, biting into his skin every time he shifted even slightly. He could hear the occasional drip of water echoing through the space—sounds he hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was the silence that made them stand out now. Or maybe it was the fact that the man was finally gone.

His fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of the cuff, testing the metal against his skin. Firm. Unforgiving. Not a surprise. Lin didn’t seem like the type to make mistakes when it came to control. If anything, Vion figured he probably found some amusement in chaining him up like this. The guy was unpredictable, shifting between unsettling glee & eerie calm like it was second nature. But Vion had seen people like him before—people who thought they were in control, who believed they held all the cards.

He shifted slightly, rolling his shoulder to keep the stiffness at bay. The floor beneath him was cold, the chill seeping into his skin even through his clothes. His head still ached, a dull throb at the spot where he’d taken the hit earlier. He could feel the dried remnants of blood tangled in his hair, but he ignored it.

The man had left, supposedly to buy soup. The thought was almost ridiculous, considering the circumstances. Who kidnaps someone & then worries about what kind of food they like? But the man's mind didn’t seem to follow any normal pattern, & that made him harder to predict.

Vion glanced toward the stairs, following the faint outline of the door in the darkness. He had no doubt it was locked, but that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was figuring out the man's habits. How he moved. What he overlooked. Because no matter how tightly someone held the reins, there was always a moment of weakness. A gap in the routine.

He just had to find it.

& when he did, he wouldn’t waste it.

Lin left the cart out by the sidewalk... slowly taking the bags of cans from the cart inside, placing the plethora of cans onto the counter, upon finishing he slowly stacked them in his pantry, placing the bread off to the left. Despite who he was the pantry seemed fairly organized, though not containing normal contents, not normal things like cans of beans or rice, or baking items, rather it consisted of many, many foods that one doesn't need much of. Especially things made of grain.

Oatmeal contained in the corner, plain cereal, barely, and crackers... lots and lots of crackers. As he finished pushing the can into the corner he stared at the different soups... Which one... he thought as he tapped his chin. Before taking a brief step back and observing the can, before grabbing one that sounded decent enough: Potato & Broccoli. He grabbed it and a sleeve of saltines before rummaging around for a pot.

Maybe only ten minutes passed, and there was smoke. "Fuck!" He cursed as he pulled the pot off the tap, the soup had somehow... burned. He slowly opened a window as he stared at the burnt soup. "Crispy," he said to himself as his thin fingers tapped the side of the sink, dumping it down the drain as he looked at the can, looking at the directions. I have to... watch it?" He thought with a sigh, grabbing another can.

With a sigh he managed to actually cook it properly, descending back down into the basement with a bowl and a sleeve of crackers, a skip in his step, the basement lingered of the scent of burnt soup, he made no effort to explain as he plopped down onto the floor. "Soup!" He beamed placing it down gently with a sleeve of saltine crackers, "here you are." He hummed softly.

(ill be responding soon!
i know i have been active, i just havent yet found a good way to respond to this. <3 )

(its all good :P Take your time ^w^)

Vion sat quietly as Lin set the bowl & crackers down in front of him, the rising steam catching his attention first. The smell was surprisingly inviting warm, earthy, & much better than the faint trace of burnt food still clinging to the basement air. He leaned forward slightly, golden eyes narrowing on the meal. For a moment, it was almost enough to distract him… almost.

Then reality settled back in. He shifted his wrists in front of him, the sharp clink of the cuffs breaking the momentary illusion of normalcy. His brows furrowed ever so slightly, not in anger but in something closer to mild, restrained irritation. "...And how exactly am I supposed to eat this?" His voice was calm, even, though the faintest edge of confusion colored it. He tugged at the restraints again, not because he expected them to break, but more out of habit than anything.

He eyed the soup once more, then the crackers, then finally looked at Lin. The fact that the food actually smelled good made the situation even more frustrating. His lips pressed into a thin line, silent for a beat longer than usual. "You went through all the trouble of making it… and you forgot about this." He lifted his hands slightly, the chain between the cuffs rattling softly. His gaze lingered on the soup again, then flickered back to Lin.

(sorry for the wait! just been really busy, but ill be more free to start this rp back up. :D)