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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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.

Connor was out cold for a good while, but eventually he woke up, sitting upward and rubbing his head. He seemed confused now, like he had forgotten what happened.

Mason looked at him, concerned. "Are you alright?" He asked. He was sleeping next to him, in a chair.

"I… I don't… I don't know…" he mumbled, trying to gather his thoughts. "What… what happened?"

Mason growled softly. "Too much."

Connor didn't quite know what that meant, but he shrugged it off. He stood up, looking around for something. Most likely a change of clothes, since he had been thinking about that before all the stuff with Tasha happened.