NyxBlackest

Shania had her fun (especially with Sam), so I’m taking this one. THE ROAD SO FAR… The drive was painfully quiet and awkward. Shania wouldn’t look up from her lap, making me really curious about what happened after I went leap-frogging through the horde of demons. “So…” Sam’s voice broke my thoughts. “I heard you had an obsession with a couple people… mind filling us in Katie?” His voice was laced with amusement, however I was not enjoying this as much as he seemed to. “Shania Marie Martin! What did you tell him?” My head whipped to her, but she kept looking in her lap

     BOOM.     Yelling and chaotic sounds reached my ears as I carefully scrambled over the rubble and darted away from the facility. Large booms rumbled behind me and the building buckled under whatever I had triggered. I tripped a few times, the ground uneven and new to me. I hadn’t been allowed to run in so long… it felt amazing. The texture beneath my feet changed from the cold tile and cement to a strangely wonderful softness. The ground was grainy and had a slight give to it, letting my feet sink into it slightly. This must be what dirt feels like? Damp blades brushed against me ankles and calves as I ra

‘What was that again Dean?’ you asked, smiling. ‘I need your help (y/n). Please,’ Dean sighed over the phone. ‘I’m sorry, it’s just not often that Dean Winchester asks for help, of course I’ll help, so what’s up?’ you asked him. ‘Sammy’s not well and I need some back up,’ Dean said, sounding worried. ‘I’ll be there in a few hours, don’t worry just look after Sam,’ you told him, your smile gone now. ‘Thanks (y/n); it’ll be nice to see you again.’ You and Dean were going to meet in the bar near to his motel. You got in y

    You sit on the bed of the Motel, waiting for them to come home.     You’ve been friends with the Winchesters for just over a year, where they saved your ass from a Vampire. Already being a part of the hunting world, you requested they bring you with them- which they refused. So you followed them. Eventually they accepted you and allowed you to join them on their adventures. Unfortunately, they refused to let you come on the “super dangerous” hunts in fear that you would be unable to take care of yourself. Quite honestly- it pissed you off to no end.     But you still waited. These boys were almost like family by now.

You, Dean, and Sam had just gotten back from a hunt. There was a pack of vamps going around killing a bunch of people in a nearby town. There were more than you had expected so you and the Winchester's got beat up pretty bad but managed to take 'em all out. So here you were, sitting on the motel bed while Sam stitched up a wound on your arm. Hunting with the brothers made you toughen up so it didn't really hurt as bad as when you first started hunting. Dean was pretty upset that he wasn't there to help you since he was occupied by another vamp. No matter how many times you said it was okay, he wouldn't forgive himself. "Hey (y/n)." Sam

It started when you were sixteen. You were finally able to drive, and drive you did. Right into a telephone pole. You were not a model child. Your parents considered you to be a heathen, and you were fine with that. You weren’t the best, not at all, but all that mattered was that you had fun. You were awesome, and you wanted to show the world that. So, one day, you set off into the mountains, looking for adventure. The air was chilly and your spirits were high as you made the trek upwards. The mountain was abandoned, and there had been rumors that those who left never returned. Did you care? Nah, not really. You’d brought chips

The sun begins to filter through my window, which freaks me out a bit, until I realize we're on the surface. I slowly come to my senses, beginning to rise from my bed. The day is moderately warm, but not burning hot, so I shrug on a hoodie and lift up the hood. Pulling my bag on over my shoulder, I step out of the door, the sun temporarily blinding me. *** The small crowd of monsters and humans blocks the entrance, so I shove my way towards the school. Multiple familiar faces appear in the crowd, but I ignore them and walk towards a bench, sitting down and pulling out my phone, its disco-ball styled case sending rays of light over the floor

Flowey stared down at the locket for a while, determination burning within him. Wrapping his leaf around it tightly, he clipped it back onto the collar, hiding is securely behind his petals. He let a small smile appear on his face as he looked up at the stars. By this time tomorrow, he would be whole. Frisk ran through the cold snow, a sick feeling in their stomach. The icy air stung their cheeks, and their shoes were quickly becoming soaked. If it weren’t for the darkness, they would have been able to see their breath in thick clouds of vapor. But their determination kept them going. “Flowey! Flowey? Where are you?” They

Sans scanned the streets, trying to find any traces of the dog’s residual magic. He eventually picked up on a small amount of it near a fire hydrant, then gestured towards it for Flowey. Flowey nodded, and Sans teleported them ahead, scanning for another point. They went about this for a few blocks until they finally found the dog sleeping behind a garbage dumpster. “How did you learn to do that?” Flowey hissed, referring to San’s tracking abilities. “The training you skipped last week,” Sans whispered, teleporting right next to the dog. Asriel, do NOT wake up that dog! Flowey tugged on San’s jack

Flowey awoke early the next morning to prepare. It was still a little dark and the rain was pouring outside, but he managed to find a small sandwich bag he had stashed under the couch. He buried it deep in the soil of his pot. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to use the bag’s contents, but he severely hoped so. He made his way to the kitchen next, greatful for the rug that dampened the sound of his hopping. He reached up to the junk drawer and pulled out a pair of markers. He noted curiously that he hadn’t been able to reach that high when he first moved in. Stabbing the markers into his soil, he froze when something li