[riddlestyx]

screams
res if i have the time!!

[LivingLethal]

LivingLethal : | : Oswald : | : Male

The Selfless

Pain. The wretched metal chewing at my wrists and ankles, bandages constricting my lungs and lapping up every lackluster drop of musty air that entered my system. Darkness. Over my head, a cloth encircling my head, restricting my vision and my circulation. Voices. For just a moment, the white noise buzzing incessantly in my ears ceased to let through subtle chatter, unfamiliar voices whispering from up close, or yelling from far away.

"Where am I?" My own voice sounded unfamiliar in the setting, warped through the blurred perception of my disorientation. In the background, the voices paused. An uncertainty hung in the air for just a moment; an inaudible whisper vibrated past. Then, faint footsteps.

"Awake at last, Ozzie boy?" An voice laced with arrogance echoed through the room, piercing my ears. The footsteps continued growing louder, until they completely stopped. A hand laid itself roughly on my forehead, gripping on the cloth covering my eyes, and ripped it from its constricting place. Even in the absence of the blind, the room was disturbingly dark; shadows danced on the face of my captor, sealing his identity.

"You've been out for quite a while... I almost worried you wouldn't wake up!" His cackle echoed through the room. The silence of his subordinates worried me slightly, but the pounding in my head clouded my thoughts. The man continued, "Do you remember what happened last night, Ozzie darling?"

In the fragments of my cracked memory, I willed the previous night to come to mind. The response was only of a particularly sharp throb; a wince contorted my face for a mere moment. Still, the moment was enough to show weakness.

“Oh, poor Ozzie! You can't remember, can you? I'll tell you, don't you worry!” Through the shadows on the man’s face, I pieced together a wicked grin. “Well, you left your base in a big hurry - you, of all people Oz, becoming a deserter - anyway, we intercepted you immediately! Oh, you were carrying that serum!”

At the mention of a serum, a ghost of a memory flashed past my thoughts. I recalled a crimson vial, bubbling vividly in the night. Further, I remembered fear - utter spine-chilling fear. He returned to his story: “...So, we knocked you out for a little while, skimmed over your possessions, then we decided to bring you here! After all, dear Ozzie boy, now that you're a deserter, won't you tell us what your little laboratory has been up to?”

Despite my fogged judgment, the threatening lilt at the end of his inquiry froze my blood. Still, the importance of a threat to the laboratory far outweighed threats to me; despite leaving, for whatever reason I may have chosen to do so, I couldn't blindly comply with his demands. The lives of my comrades… former comrades… could be endangered by my hasty decision. I raised my head, meeting the shadows pooling beneath what appeared to be his eyes, and the faintest trace of a, “No,” escaped my teeth.

{499/500}

The Selfish

If only for a second, an aura of pure, irrevocable rage exploded from his figure; it was evident in his stiff posture, the shadow revealing his clenched jaw, and the way he caught his tongue in his mouth. Then, despite my pounding mind, it was clear to me: my captor was no sane man. By no stretch of the imagination would he hesitate on his threats. His smooth, silky voice etched itself out in the air: “Why now Ozzie, that's not a great decision you've made just now.” His voice paused, considering his next options. “Are you sure you don't want to tell us what the laboratory has been up to?”

It didn't quite register to me as a question at first. As the seconds grew to a minute, I realized he'd paused for my response. My next quip was well considered: “Yes, I am sure.”

This time, he definitely frowned. “Ozzie, I'm… disappointed. You stole the miracle serum, a clear betrayal of your laboratory, yet you won't tell us a bit about your old friends?” He turned on his heels, his footsteps obvious as he walked further from the room. Before the man exited, one final phrase weighed on the room: “I'll be back, Ozzie dear…”

The voices present for my awakening began murmuring once more, though the ominous aura captivating the room never lifted. I counted the seconds as they spanned to hours, and soon, the room was silent. Then, footsteps.

“Ozzie… I'm back.” The heels of the man’s shoes clicked on the floor, familiarly halting in front of me. “I've got a present for you, would you like to see?” This inquiry seemed quite a bit less open-ended, so I decided silence was key.

“Playing coy, aren't you? Well, I'll show you anyway.” The man waved a vial in front of my face. Through the shadows gathering in the room, small specks of light twisted within the crimson liquid, bubbles reaching the surface to dissipate into the air. On the back of my neck, hair raised.

The man's voice held a frigid streak absent in the previous encounter. As he opened his mouth to speak, gravity weighed down upon my chest. “Now, dear Oswald, I'll tell you how this'll go. You tell me where your base is, or else I'll give you this serum. Do you understand?”

As if on its own, my head reluctantly bobbed up and down. My mouth opened to comply, and though I didn't quite hear the words that resulted, I knew they would have ramifications that I could not yet comprehend.

“Good job, Ozzie boy. Though I may have lied a bit…” In the darkness, a glint manifested in the deranged man’s eyes. My mouth dropped open ever so slightly, and a crimson drop fell from the vial in his hands. As the fiery liquid dropped onto my tongue, his smirk burned into my eyes. Darkness.

{484/500}

[.Ginger.]

Username: .Ginger.
Name: Casper
Gender: Male
Selfish act (500 words):
Selfless act (500 words):

Res

[zakuro.]

Username: zakuro.
Name: xavier
Gender: male

story is the selfish & selfless acts mashed together . 1000 words in total !



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he who speaks !
he who walks !
his tales are spread.
hear them ! hear them !
bells , rung in chime ,
create his songs !
word of his kindness has spread ,
madame !

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long ago , when the earth had 4 moons , existed xavier , the god of mischief . he was a thief . a trickster . a shadow shape-shifter . xavier could move through the shadows , & shift into a raven to fly across the barren earth .

he stole from everyone . merchants , royals , nobles , bards , anyone who had valuables was fair game to xavier . he was mainly interested in gold , & any shiny rings or necklaces . after snatching one's satchel & goods , he would melt into a shadow and disappear into an alleyway and not be seen until the victim had left town .

one day , xavier felt gutsy and decided to break into the royal treasure vault in the nearby castle .

[augestines]

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Username: Calixo
Name: Hiro Shinigami
Gender: Male
Selfish act : Hiro is a god of death.. he likes to go around and stand in the darkness and flash people a creepy beautiful smile.. One time hiro was doing his job and he saw a man had recently gotten out of jail and started a better portion of his life.. he has gotten a wife and children... hiro was jealous cause immortals arn't allowed to mix with mortals.. so he selfishly took the man .. the man still had a good 23 years left but hiro was so upset that he took the man from his family which left them falling into debt and depression..
Selfless act : 10 years later hiro came back to the town where he did his selfish act.. he found the family which he took the man from.. he saw them speeding down the road to the hospital. he raced in.. he saw the wife was giving birth and he was screaming in his head.. "THIS IS NOT MY JOB.. THIS IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF MY JOB". He realized that he had fallen in love with her .. so when the woman was going home with her newborn child and she was getting robbed he blew his cover and risked being seen to save her and her newborn.. after he got rid of the robber he flashed her a dashing smile and fled the scene..
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[Gallifrey]

Username: Gallifrey
Name: TBD
Gender: Male
Selfish act (500 words): Wip
Selfless act (500 words): Wip

Just gonna mark because yes!

[petrify]

Username:
ignominyy

Name:
Katsuro

Gender:
Male

Selfless act:
"Katusro."
He turned to look who had said his name, straightening
his back when he saw it was the king, his daughter
standing beside him. She was looking down, a blush
spreading across her cheeks. Looking back to the king,
he nodded for him to continue.
"Princess Emi has decided that you will be her guard."
Katsuro blinked before looking down at Emi, and she
instantly bowed.
"If you would, I would forever be grateful," she said, voice
shaky. She straightened her back once again, a nervous
expression on her face as she looked up at Katsuro.
He laughed, giving a bow right back.
"I'd be honored."
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That's how it started.
Now, two years later, Katsuro is still her guard. He has
been through everything with her, whether that be saving
her from tripping over something, to extravagant things
such as almost being kidnapped by a rival. She even wakes
him up when she's scared to go somewhere by herself at
night. He's even helped her escape at late hours so she
could do things without her father's approval.
Tonight was no different.
The princess had a meeting with some trading partners, who
wondered if they could keep trading with her. The king was
getting sick with his old age, not expected to be alive in the
next months.
Katsuro knew something was off with these guys, so he kept
Emi close to him, hand on the hilt of his sword at all times.
Everything went smoothly, to his surprise, but when they
walked out, his suspicions became true.
One of the guys pulled a knife, putting it right to Katsuro's throat.
Emi let out a shriek, her hands instantly going to her face.
"Don't. Touch. Her," Katsuro growled as he saw a few more men
approaching. Katsuro had a few other samurais with him, but
they instantly froze at the sight of more people.
"Or what?" the man asked, putting the blade against Katsuro's
throat a little harder. His breath smelled of pure alcohol.
Katsuro side-eyed him, giving a large, creepy smile as he quickly
grabbed the knife at his throat, flipping the man easily. He could
feel the stinging in his palm from the knife and the blood
beginning to crawl out of his skin, but his only concern was the
princess.
Turning to her, her eyes were wide with fear. He spotted a man
coming up behind her, and had no time to really get his sword out.
Instead, he pushed her roughly to the side. A blade connected with
his skin then, going clean through him. The pain shot down his legs
and up into his head, and he almost passed out right then and there.
He heard the familiar sound of Emi shrieking and sobbing, looking to
her and shouting a "run!" towards her. She did as she was told, a
fellow samurai following her. She glanced back at Katsuro, and he
felt comfort in knowing the last thing he'd see was Emi's beautiful face.
(500/500 words)

Selfish act (500 words):
Although Katsuro thought the trading situation was his final
moments, they were not. His fellow samurai, except the one who
ran with Emi, stayed and made sure he stayed alive.
Months later, both the king and Katsuro are alive.
Emi, of course, checks on him more frequently now that she sees
how easy it is to lose him. Katsuro loves that girl, he loves her
with all of his heart, but damn can she get annoying. He doesn't
mind if she checks on him a bit, but she almost checks on him every
five minutes. So much so that he even sleeps in her room now so
she can keep an eye on him.
Of course, Katsuro has had enough of this. Being babied was not
exactly his forte. Something he did find out, however, was that
once the king died, Emi had said that Katsuro deserved half of
the riches. Her father agreed, seeing as how he protected her for years.
That night, after Emi telling him that, it got him to thinking. What
if the king just died tomorrow? He could easily take the riches
and leave. It hurt his heart a bit, the thought of leaving poor,
sweet Emi alone, but he was tired of everything.
Katsuro made sure to quietly get up, as to not wake Emi, and he
went down into the kitchen. He knew the certain drink the cooks
made for the king, and he slipped some poison into it and went back to bed.
The king was dead within two days.
The day the king died, Emi laid in bed and cried her heart out.
Katsuro, of course, felt extremely guilty and bad for her. He
truly loved her and hated to see her sad... but he knew she would
be a great leader for the people.
When she had finally fallen asleep-or so he thought- he left the
room, going to the king's room. When he opened the door, it was
weird not seeing the man asleep in his bed. Katsuro felt some
sort of emptiness in his chest, but pushed the thought of it out of
his head and went to a bookshelf. He pulled a book which revealed
a secret room, and he walked in, laughing as he did a spin to look
at all the gold. He began to stuff gold in every place he could
before walking out of the room, towards the stairs until he heard a voice.
"Katsuro?"
His smile instantly faded as he turned to look at Princess Emi. Her
eyes were puffy from crying, an upset expression adorning her pretty face.
"Where are you going?" she asked softly as she looked him up and down.
Backing up towards the large window above the two sets of stairs,
Katsuro's back soon hit the cold glass.
"What're you doing?" Her voice quivered.
Katsuro gave a large grin as he fell back and out of the window,
whispering a "bye" with a wink.
And he was gone.
(500/500 words)

[BoomARat]

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[Happily Wrathful]

Username: 333lk22
Name: Jericho
Gender: male
Selfish act: Jericho looked down at the wallet in his paws and smirked. he had just watched the wallet of a very wealthy kalon fall from the kalon's pocket. he thought about giving it back but what was the use? the man had millions of dollars he wouldn't even miss this money, he snorted at the thought of the kalon running around looking for his wallet. plus he needed it anyway, for his sick daughter, she had cancer, the type you could cure with enough money. he needed this. he quietly walked away from the gathering, the wallet in his pocket, was this the right thing to do? probably not but he didn't care as long as it saved his daughter, that was who was important to him nothing else mattered. When he reached home he went through the wallet getting about two thousand dollars from it, that was enough for him to combine with the money he earned from work to pay off the bills for his daughter's treatment. as he looked through the money a picture slipped from the pile and onto the floor. he bent down and picked it up, his breath catching in his throat. it was a picture of the rich kalon's daughter and on the back, it said never forget. it was funny, he had gone to the gathering because it was a charity event for people with sick children, the Rich kalon had hosted it because his daughter died of cancer.

Selfless act: it had been a day since Jericho had stolen that wallet and he still hadn't gone to use the money. it had been bugging him. on one hand, he had a kalon's wallet with his money and his dead daughter's picture, on the other hand, he could use this money to save his daughter. he was currently at work at a downtown bar cleaning a cup. "one drink, please." imagine his surprise when he looked up to find the rich kalon he has stolen from sitting across from him. "O-of course." Jherico noded and fixed the kalon a drink, he looked rather down and let out a sigh. "what's got you down sir?" Jericho asked sliding the drink down to the kalon. "well i lost my only picture of my daughter i still had, at a charity event no less!" Jericho looked subconsciously down at his pocket and back at the kalon. "that's very unfortunate sir. you dont have another copy of her picture?" the kalon shook his head and Jericho frowned. this was wrong, no matter how much he needed this money he couldn't keep it. "is this what you're looking for sir?" he placed the wallet on the desk and looked away not wanting to see the kalon's face. "yes-yes it is, where di you get it?" Jericho sighed. "at the convention. i was there." his shoulders sank knowing how pathetic he sounded "so you took it. why? what did you plan on doing with it? buy a new car or a new TV." the kalon's voice was accusing making him frown in shame "no, no sir!" he shook his head and sighed. "i was there because my daughter is in the hospital and i didn't have enough money to pay for the treatment to save her. im sorry" there was just silence for what felt like forever. "i would have done the same." was all the other kalon said before getting up and leaving. looking down with a sigh Jericho's eyes widened in surprise seeing what the kalon left behind, a wad of cash with a note saying, your tip.