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Title: False Dichotomy
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: for the reveal in the January 5th, 2021 episode (Impact Wrestling)
Warnings: mysticism, depersonalisation horror
Prompt/Fill: "wishful thinking"
Word Count: 612
Summary: Su Yung fights the effort to return her to being Susie.
Note: I took a list of 25 characters I have written for in the past, or want to write about, and randomized them, then numbered the list. I matched up the numbers with the Two Word Prompts I previously shared on my Tumblr (because I knew folks weren't going to send much).
False Dichotomy
She awakens to darkness, mouth burning and head throbbing. She moves, she tries to sit up, and many hands reach out to press her flat to the hard surface she is lying on.
"Oh, my dear," a familiar voice says out of the dark, "you're not going anywhere."
"Mitchell..." Su Yung rasps, hatred dripping from the name just as the Asian mist dripped across her lips and chin. "You know you can't kill me."
Father James Mitchell cackles, still unseen. "Who said anything about killing you? What a waste that would be."
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: for the reveal in the January 5th, 2021 episode (Impact Wrestling)
Warnings: mysticism, depersonalisation horror
Prompt/Fill: "wishful thinking"
Word Count: 612
Summary: Su Yung fights the effort to return her to being Susie.
Note: I took a list of 25 characters I have written for in the past, or want to write about, and randomized them, then numbered the list. I matched up the numbers with the Two Word Prompts I previously shared on my Tumblr (because I knew folks weren't going to send much).
False Dichotomy
She awakens to darkness, mouth burning and head throbbing. She moves, she tries to sit up, and many hands reach out to press her flat to the hard surface she is lying on.
"Oh, my dear," a familiar voice says out of the dark, "you're not going anywhere."
"Mitchell..." Su Yung rasps, hatred dripping from the name just as the Asian mist dripped across her lips and chin. "You know you can't kill me."
Father James Mitchell cackles, still unseen. "Who said anything about killing you? What a waste that would be."
( Read more... )
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