Crash!

My body practically quaked in response to the orchestra of various glass shards splitting apart at a speed swift enough to cause a microscopic sonic boom. To the human ear, however, even the smallest kind of sonic boom could startle and even send the unfortunate being into a stress-induced panic. Personally, I didn’t feel very far from such a state. My hands trembled as they frantically raced around the closet in a blur to gather up all of my clothes.

“That stubborn asshole!” boomed the angrier of my masters from the dining room. There was another crash from the room with the timbre of a wooden object clashing with the hard floor beneath it, which made me trip on the tip of my own shoe as I made my mad dash to the suitcase laid open on the bed.

“Are you done yet!?” Osamu snapped closer than before in an impatient and out of breath tone which he had never used with me before and I froze, unsure of what to do. My hesitation only seemed to fuel the madness in him, his creased lids expanding to reveal his ghoulish white sclera with the pitch black dot right in the center where his brown irises used to be. “Well hurry up!!”

Without a moment to waste, I shoved all the clothes I had gathered into the luggage bag and then scurried back off to the vanity Marcy and I used to share to collect the belongings I still possessed there.

“Wait.” Osamu stood over the bag I had sloppily flung all my clothes into just a second ago. As I stood in place, he shuffled through the items, picking out a few and placing them calmly on the bed. “I only want you to bring the things I bought for you.”

I pieced together from what Osamu told me that the items he picked out were things Lance bought for me or were given to me and all that was left were the beautiful pieces Osamu gifted me, to which I turned and looked down at my hand, blurry fingers picking out the bland items that Osamu never purchased for me.

My rosy lips lifted and curled into a smile when Osamu praised me with an iconic: “Good boy,” as his hand reached up my side and then to my hip. All the nervous jitters seemed to flee from me as he played with the fabric of my pleated skirt, lips brushing against the sensitive skin just behind my ear. I lifted up my gaze to spy my reflection with Osamu behind my body, silently thanking fate that I was born a natural vampire and not an artificial.

“I think you’re really gonna like my house.” he muttered into my ear, shivers running down my spine in the sweetest way. I resisted the strong urge to nip my lower lip as I continued to lock eyes with him through the mirror.

We stood just like that for what seemed like hours, just letting the warm tension surrounding us manifest until Osamu pulled away with an exasperated sigh. There was a light pat to my behind which made me squeak before our auras seemed to detangle from each other and the tension ceased like a pair of magnets out of range of each other.

“Hurry up and pack, cutie.” he cooed to me before sauntering off and leaving me alone in the room with a red complexion that he caused.

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Various high pitched squeals echoed throughout the room as a familiar, carnivorous lizard stomped throughout a familiar city sprawling past several quadrilateral boundaries. Whether or not they were visible to the people or not, is open to interpretation and often depended on context. The lizard’s roar was so loud, it caused women to faint in a mix of and from the shock from the loud noise washing over their feeble bodies (coincidentally also blowing off their clothes) before the sharp toothed lizard scooped up their plastic bodies and swallowed them whole.

The master of his dolls’ prison of torture glanced up from the mayhem he created and over to one of his own masters who was watching Osmau play with a blank expression. His thick brows were creased and his dark eyes laid heavy on his son playing in the middle of my parlour floor with naked women surrounding him. The fact that the young master’s father was observing him play as if it was a movie amused him, causing him to flash a pudgy smile before resuming his fantastical game.

From behind the boy emerged a samurai, sword drawn as he confronted the giant, sharp toothed monster.

“Oi! Cease your destructive behavior, vile lizard!” the samurai nobly shouted.

Of course, the brain of a Tyrannosaurus Rex is not nearly as complex or as virtuous as that of a samurai, so the simple minded predator continued to pillage and devour every soul in sight.

“I’m going to get you now!” exclaimed the warrior before leaping from his spot on the floor straight to the monster and battling to the death.

There was a series of clashes and anguished cries from the dinosaur before it fell to the floor with one last gurgle. Then, it simply lied still.

While our warrior recuperated with a few heavy breaths after just effectively saving the city (and world, for all we know) from the tyrannous Rex, the remaining doll slowly sat up and crawled over to her savior. Her clothes were slightly displaced from her body, breasts obscenely on display which was understandable, considering she was almost eaten alive.

“Samurai…” she began in her sweet, feminine voice, “Thank you for saving me, Samurai…”

The samurai turned to the woman and mushed his face against her’s. A thought crossed Osamu’s mind about how his mother was always so good at this part with the way she pouted her lips and made obscene kissing noises that never failed to tickle Osamu to the floor. He would have asked her to play, but she was busy in the kitchen at the moment, doing whatever it was that she did. She worked so hard.

The samurai’s hands hands moved to snag one of the woman’s articles of clothing, which caused it to slip off and pool around her feet. He never did this part with mom…

A pot suddenly collided with the wall next to Osamu which brought him out of his little fantasy world. The pot that shattered on the wall was the same one Osamu recalled housing a quaint bonsai his mother was attempting to nurture (she never had a green thumb). The damp soil clung to the wall as the unearthed miniature tree and glass shards fell to the floor.

A little shriek echoed throughout the apartment, quick pattering footsteps coming closer and closer until a familiar woman dashed around the corner. Her eyes were wild as they first spied Osamu to see if he was well before identifying the source of the scare.

boomed Osamu’s father at the woman, which caused her to jump in surprise.

She looked at her husband with a nearly confused expression at first before she took a second look at the array of naked women surrounding her precious boy. She smiled softly before turning back to the stern faced man. “He’s curious…”

“You’ve made him perverted.” the other insisted.

“Apologies, apologies.” The woman glided past her husband too her son, swiftly gathering up all the women and their clothes into her hands before coming to a stand and facing her husband once again as she patted Osamu’s soft head of hair as if she was posing for her husband. “See? Virtuous again.”

In response, the stern faced man did not utter a word and instead kept a hand steady gaze on his son who still seemed confused about what had just transpired. The man was a bit hard to read because he always had that expression when he was around.

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HI ITS ME BABES!!! JELFISBEKXJDBE

I know I haven't been as active as I should be updating 1984 and I know I disappeared on you guys, but please know that I am not setting 1984 down. If any of my old readers are still here, they will know that I used to update 1984 every week during a season, sometimes multiple chapters like in season 1. Obviously, after a whole year of doing that for like 27 weeks straight, it got a little overwhelming at times and so I wanted to kind of.. fill my mind with something besides the bois. And so, I disappeared.

Then quarantine hit and I still didn't do anything 🤩

But I wanted to keep our little tradition going. I have always released a Halloween and Christmas special and even though I know I have been absent, I wanted to show that I am not done with 1984 quite yet by continuing my tradition.

It may take me a few more years, but I will finish 1984 and I promise not to make the experience cheap for my readers. You guys deserve that at least.

Please remember I love you guys and I love reading and replying to your comments.

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