forum "Ugh- Stop biting that god damn lip of yours already!" (OxO) (GaY-) (Closed; feel free to stalk.)

Started October 08, 2020 by @lxvender_darling language

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"Just great." the female responded sarcastically, smiling in a way that was clearly fake.
"T…Tasha, please don't-"
"Don't what?"
Connor paused then drew back the comment he was about to make, backing away.

Mason smirked. "Well, that's wonderful, isn't it?~" He responded, a bit agitated but shook it off.

Connor sniffled and ran off, leaving the others alone to have their conversation. (fucking crybaby headass)
Tasha leaned forward. "So, he's dating…you now, hm?" she said, scanning Mason up and down. Her bright yellow eyes stayed open the whole time. She didn't blink once.

Mason smirked. "Mhm~ Why do you ask?" He tilted his head at the taller female, not hesitating as a few strands of hair fell onto his face.

"Just wanted to know." she said blankly, losing her sing-songy tone. "Anywho, how is Connor anyway?" she asked, instantly regaining her sarcastic tone.

Mason's tail swayed. "He's doing wonderful!" He said, keeping that monotone like tone to his voice.

"That's good." Tasha replied, her ears perking up when she heard a certain noise: Connor, reading aloud to himself in one of the rooms. "Mind if I come in and check on him?" she asked, her tail swaying more rapidly now. There was a clicking noise going on behind her back, similar to the sound of a butterfly knife opening.

Mason paused. "Well, of course love. Let me lead you the way." He said, walking off. He made sure he couldn't get stabbed or anything- he was dead, after all. He lead her to his room, before leaning against the walls of the room.

Tasha went in and shut the door, followed by yelling and the loud click of the knife she had behind her back. Connor yelped and ran past her out the door, slamming it behind him. "Mason, lock the door- Now!" he yelled, holding the door shut. There was a slash mark on his face, but he didn't focus on it.

Mason nodded, locking the door, making sure it was shut as he froze, his eyes back to his normal color. "ARE YOU OKAY?!"

"I'm fine- She just… overreacted a little." he said, looking to the right, showing that he was lying. He put his hand up to his face, trying to hold back the blood flow. He sharply inhaled after looking at the blood on his hand. "I didn't think she'd bring a fucking knife, that little bitch-" he mumbled to himself.

Mason growled lowly. " Oh, I'm gonna kill this bitch." He snarled, his eyes now a dark, dark, d a r k red.

"Dude, chill, I-I'm fine-" he stammered quickly.

Mason glared at him. "No, your fucking not!" He hissed. "She hurt you. So, like I said, she's gonna fucking pay."

Connor backed up. "I- Alright then…"

Mason rushed in, before looking up at her. " Why did you hurt him?" He asked, having byfar the most sadistic grin he's ever had.
(;-; i turned mason into a yandere-)

(biG yikEs)

"Because I felt like it~" Tasha replied, closing the butterfly knife she had in her hands.

Mason locked eyes with her. "Because you felt like it?! No offense, but that was the worse excuse, doll."

Tasha laughed maniacally and then hung her head low, still laughing. "I don't care about excuses. This is the final straw." she said, before lunging at him with the opened knife.

Mason dodged it, smirking as his eyes flashed red. " Nice try, sugar." He said, his voice a bit deeper- it was eerie.

Tasha kept trying to slash him, but soon got tired and stumbled backwards, breathing heavy.

(-insert connor cheering mason on in the background,,,-)

Mason smirked, before ripping the knife out of her hands, and sitting on her stomach, as his eyes were the coldest they'd ever been. "Now, I can let you go and live, or you can suffer underneath my feet, since you do not have the right to be killed with my hands." He snarled, growling lowly.

Tasha laughed quietly. "I don't care if I live or die." she said, a blank and dull expression forming on her face. Connor could be heard quietly mumbling to himself from right outside the door.

Mason paused, before scoffing. "Your pathetic. Get out of my sight." He hissed, walking out with the butterfly knife.
He walked over to Connor, pulling him close and scowling at the taller female.

Connor had a clear look of panic in his eyes. He was trembling like crazy. Tasha stumbled out of the room, walking past the two and heading out the door.

Mason took a deep breath, then exhaled. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes now normal at her presense leaving. "Your shaking."

Connor didn't speak. His trembling came to a halt, just a second before he passed out. From what it looks like, his anxiety got the best of him.

Mason yelped, before sighing, and manged to drag the other to his bed, laying him down and tucking him in.