Haunted
by Keruseyu
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Pairings are not yet decided. Sorry! But let me warn you, BB is my favorite Titan, so this fic centers around him.
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Beast Boy's POV
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He's after me. I turn corner after corner, wishing to God that this damned tower wasn't so big. I shift into a cheetah, running as fast as I can. I take a right turn and run slam into a wall. God damnit, no! A dead end! I am doomed. I curl into a small ball, cursing the day I was born. Cursing him. His loud, swift footsteps slow, and I can sense he's coming nearer. He's almost reached the corner. I don't even try to shift; he'll get me not matter what. He told me so, after I escaped... Damn it! He's coming... I can feel his aura now. It gives me the creeps. A feel a hand on my shoulder. He's coming closer. God, no... Don't touch me. God damnit, don't touch me! His hand takes a firm grip, picking me up and throwing me against the wall. No! No, no, NO! Leave me alone... Please, God, don't let him do this to me again! His fingers traveled lower. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yell, shying away from that filthy hand. "No! NO! NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" He's shaking me now, telling me to wake up. I feel my eyes opening against my will. Instead of his evil face, I see purple hair, pale skin, and freakishly calm eyes.
"Raven?" I say slowly. "WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL?!" I screech, leaping away. She raises one eyebrow. "Nightmare?" I nod, still a bit shocked. "Next time, don't wake up the whole tower." She turns, heading to the doorway, where the rest of my friends are gathered, looking worried. I gape at her back, then at my surroundings. I'm in my room. I relax against my pillows. "Thank God that was just a dream..." I sighed. My friends are still in the doorway. Probably still debating whether to ask if I'm alright or scold me for my bad language. "I'm fine, guys. Go back to bed." They hover for a few more moments before half-heartedly shuffling down the hall to their rooms. The door slides shut,
leaving the room in total darkness. I glance hastily at my clock: it's around two a.m. I curl up into a ball in cat-form, purring to soothe myself. I drift off, hoping to God that I won't dream again.
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Regular POV
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Around four a.m, Beast Boy hurried around the kitchen, fixing himself a hasty meal of cereal. (Just pretend he drinks regular milk, okay?) Cinnamon Toast Crunch, his ultimate favorite. He dug in, spooning the cereal up with rapid acuracy. The teen sipped the cinnamon-flavored milk, savoring every last drop. Setting his bowl in the sink, he washed it out until it sparkled, then moved to the other dirty dishes. The bowls, plates, cups, and silverware in the sink literally dissapeared as he sudded them down and polished them. He never told anyone, but when he was worried, he had a strange urge to clean. And at this moment, he wasn't just worried- he was pretty sure he was on the bridge of a mental breakdown. So clean he did. 'It was just a dream. It was just a dream.' The worried boy repeated this mantra over and over in his head while he frantically scoured every inch on the kitchen.
The green-skinned youth scuttled about, sponging down the counters, mopping the floor, vacuming. Hell, he even scrubbed out the fridge and arranged the game section in chronological order. After that, he straightened his room, and he then picked up a whole new batch of groceries as soon as the nearest supermarket opened. He was polishing the TV screen when Robin decided to come get a glass of water.
The black-haired teen just stared. And stared. And stared. And then hurried off to bed muttering something about sleeping pills and their aftereffects. Beast Boy was so busy he didn't even notice. He just continued fussing, and when everything was spotless, he began on his friends' breakfast. The second he pulled out the frying pan, his mantra switched to 'Robin likes cheese, ham, and green onion omelettes. Tera likes cereal with bacon. Raven likes herbal tea and ham-and-cheese crossaint sandwiches. Starfire likes eggs donr sunny-side up with sausage, belgian waffles, and bacon. Cyborg wants bacon, sausage, eggs, and pancakes...' And so on, and so on. This continued to the time when all his friends walked in, bleary-eyed (With the exception of Raven) and sniffing the air appreciatingly. Starfire spotted the table, which was filled with breakfast food. "Who had made us all such a lovely breakfast?" She said happily. "It looks delicious!" Tera said eagerly. "Very much so!" Starfire flew over, examining the food.
"But, like, who made it?" Tera asked curiously, glancing back at the other Titans, who were gazing around the room with a mix of horror and astonishment on their faces. (Picture it: O_O!)
Tera glanced around the room for a full ten seconds before realizing the problem. "Oh my God." She said, eye twitching. "It's-it's-" "CLEAN!" Stated a proud, albeit sleepy, voice from behind them. They turned to find Beast Boy leaning against the doorframe. "Isn't it great?" He said happily. He took two steps forward, then staggered a bit to the side, yawning. He stumbled over to the couch, flopping down on it. "Eat." He said tiredly. "I made your favorit..." His voice trailed off as he drifted off.
Leaving his friends to wonder what the hell was wrong with him.
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Heehee! Cleaning! Yeah!
by Keruseyu
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Pairings are not yet decided. Sorry! But let me warn you, BB is my favorite Titan, so this fic centers around him.
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Beast Boy's POV
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He's after me. I turn corner after corner, wishing to God that this damned tower wasn't so big. I shift into a cheetah, running as fast as I can. I take a right turn and run slam into a wall. God damnit, no! A dead end! I am doomed. I curl into a small ball, cursing the day I was born. Cursing him. His loud, swift footsteps slow, and I can sense he's coming nearer. He's almost reached the corner. I don't even try to shift; he'll get me not matter what. He told me so, after I escaped... Damn it! He's coming... I can feel his aura now. It gives me the creeps. A feel a hand on my shoulder. He's coming closer. God, no... Don't touch me. God damnit, don't touch me! His hand takes a firm grip, picking me up and throwing me against the wall. No! No, no, NO! Leave me alone... Please, God, don't let him do this to me again! His fingers traveled lower. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yell, shying away from that filthy hand. "No! NO! NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" He's shaking me now, telling me to wake up. I feel my eyes opening against my will. Instead of his evil face, I see purple hair, pale skin, and freakishly calm eyes.
"Raven?" I say slowly. "WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL?!" I screech, leaping away. She raises one eyebrow. "Nightmare?" I nod, still a bit shocked. "Next time, don't wake up the whole tower." She turns, heading to the doorway, where the rest of my friends are gathered, looking worried. I gape at her back, then at my surroundings. I'm in my room. I relax against my pillows. "Thank God that was just a dream..." I sighed. My friends are still in the doorway. Probably still debating whether to ask if I'm alright or scold me for my bad language. "I'm fine, guys. Go back to bed." They hover for a few more moments before half-heartedly shuffling down the hall to their rooms. The door slides shut,
leaving the room in total darkness. I glance hastily at my clock: it's around two a.m. I curl up into a ball in cat-form, purring to soothe myself. I drift off, hoping to God that I won't dream again.
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Regular POV
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Around four a.m, Beast Boy hurried around the kitchen, fixing himself a hasty meal of cereal. (Just pretend he drinks regular milk, okay?) Cinnamon Toast Crunch, his ultimate favorite. He dug in, spooning the cereal up with rapid acuracy. The teen sipped the cinnamon-flavored milk, savoring every last drop. Setting his bowl in the sink, he washed it out until it sparkled, then moved to the other dirty dishes. The bowls, plates, cups, and silverware in the sink literally dissapeared as he sudded them down and polished them. He never told anyone, but when he was worried, he had a strange urge to clean. And at this moment, he wasn't just worried- he was pretty sure he was on the bridge of a mental breakdown. So clean he did. 'It was just a dream. It was just a dream.' The worried boy repeated this mantra over and over in his head while he frantically scoured every inch on the kitchen.
The green-skinned youth scuttled about, sponging down the counters, mopping the floor, vacuming. Hell, he even scrubbed out the fridge and arranged the game section in chronological order. After that, he straightened his room, and he then picked up a whole new batch of groceries as soon as the nearest supermarket opened. He was polishing the TV screen when Robin decided to come get a glass of water.
The black-haired teen just stared. And stared. And stared. And then hurried off to bed muttering something about sleeping pills and their aftereffects. Beast Boy was so busy he didn't even notice. He just continued fussing, and when everything was spotless, he began on his friends' breakfast. The second he pulled out the frying pan, his mantra switched to 'Robin likes cheese, ham, and green onion omelettes. Tera likes cereal with bacon. Raven likes herbal tea and ham-and-cheese crossaint sandwiches. Starfire likes eggs donr sunny-side up with sausage, belgian waffles, and bacon. Cyborg wants bacon, sausage, eggs, and pancakes...' And so on, and so on. This continued to the time when all his friends walked in, bleary-eyed (With the exception of Raven) and sniffing the air appreciatingly. Starfire spotted the table, which was filled with breakfast food. "Who had made us all such a lovely breakfast?" She said happily. "It looks delicious!" Tera said eagerly. "Very much so!" Starfire flew over, examining the food.
"But, like, who made it?" Tera asked curiously, glancing back at the other Titans, who were gazing around the room with a mix of horror and astonishment on their faces. (Picture it: O_O!)
Tera glanced around the room for a full ten seconds before realizing the problem. "Oh my God." She said, eye twitching. "It's-it's-" "CLEAN!" Stated a proud, albeit sleepy, voice from behind them. They turned to find Beast Boy leaning against the doorframe. "Isn't it great?" He said happily. He took two steps forward, then staggered a bit to the side, yawning. He stumbled over to the couch, flopping down on it. "Eat." He said tiredly. "I made your favorit..." His voice trailed off as he drifted off.
Leaving his friends to wonder what the hell was wrong with him.
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Heehee! Cleaning! Yeah!