Peter arts!

Danielle wrote:OKAY. HERE'S ONE. FOR SEASONS AND SEASONS HE DOESN'T BREAK, BUT WE CAN TELL HE'S LOSING IT. IT'S NOT OBVIOUS, THOUGH, BECAUSE IT'S REALLY REALLY SLOW. THEN IN THE LAST EPISODE HE'S IN THE LAB AND HE'S HALLUCINATING SHAPE SHIFTERS EVERYWHERE, AND HE'S SHOOTING THEM AND STABBING THEM AND ALL THIS WHEN BANG THEY'RE ALL GONE. THEY WERE NEVER THERE. WALTER AND ASTRID AND OLIVIA ARE JUST LYING ON THE FLOOR, MUTILATED BEYOND RECOGNITION. HE SINKS TO THE GROUND, HIS HANDS COVERED IN THEIR BLOOD, WHEN -
"YOU WERE MEANT TO DIE."
HE TURNS AROUND AND BABY PETER'S JUST STANDING THERE IN ALL THE BLOOD, GRINNING AT HIM. "BUT YOU DIDN'T, AND NOW THEY'RE DEAD. YOU KILLED MY DAD. YOU MADE MY MOM KILL HERSELF AND NOW YOU'VE KILLED MY DAD. SO I'M GOING TO KILL YOU."
HE TAKES A KNIFE AND JUST STABS PETER REPEATEDLY. PETER DOESN'T EVEN TRY AND FIGHT HIM OFF.
THEN IN THE LAST SECOND, BABY PETER VANISHES, AND WE SEE PETER LYING THERE, STABBING HIMSELF, GETTING WEAKER AND WEAKER.
CREDITS ROLL.
FRINGE ENDS.

I WISH I KNEW WHERE THAT CAME FROM XD
I'M JUST GONNA BLAME BLACK SWAN.

Danielle wrote:OKAY. HERE'S ONE. FOR SEASONS AND SEASONS HE DOESN'T BREAK, BUT WE CAN TELL HE'S LOSING IT. IT'S NOT OBVIOUS, THOUGH, BECAUSE IT'S REALLY REALLY SLOW. THEN IN THE LAST EPISODE HE'S IN THE LAB AND HE'S HALLUCINATING SHAPE SHIFTERS EVERYWHERE, AND HE'S SHOOTING THEM AND STABBING THEM AND ALL THIS WHEN BANG THEY'RE ALL GONE. THEY WERE NEVER THERE. WALTER AND ASTRID AND OLIVIA ARE JUST LYING ON THE FLOOR, MUTILATED BEYOND RECOGNITION. HE SINKS TO THE GROUND, HIS HANDS COVERED IN THEIR BLOOD, WHEN -
"YOU WERE MEANT TO DIE."
HE TURNS AROUND AND BABY PETER'S JUST STANDING THERE IN ALL THE BLOOD, GRINNING AT HIM. "BUT YOU DIDN'T, AND NOW THEY'RE DEAD. YOU KILLED MY DAD. YOU MADE MY MOM KILL HERSELF AND NOW YOU'VE KILLED MY DAD. SO I'M GOING TO KILL YOU."
HE TAKES A KNIFE AND JUST STABS PETER REPEATEDLY. PETER DOESN'T EVEN TRY AND FIGHT HIM OFF.
THEN IN THE LAST SECOND, BABY PETER VANISHES, AND WE SEE PETER LYING THERE, STABBING HIMSELF, GETTING WEAKER AND WEAKER.
CREDITS ROLL.
FRINGE ENDS.

I WISH I KNEW WHERE THAT CAME FROM XD
I'M JUST GONNA BLAME BLACK SWAN.

I'VE BEEN KILLING HIM SLOWLY IN MY HEAD A LOT RECENTLY XD MOSTLY BECAUSE OF MONIQUE, I'VE BEEN MAKING HIM TERMINALLY ILL. I PICTURE HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO EAT, LIKE IN ONE WEEK WHERE BEN TRIES TO PUT THE FOOD IN HIS MOUTH BUT IT MAKES HIM HEAVE ;_____;

I WANT HIM TO BREAK DOWN BECAUSE HE'S DYING. THAT WOULD BE BOTH HOT AND ADORABLE AND SAD.

monnie44 wrote:



YOUUUU SICKEN ME.

monnie44 wrote:
LOL YESS. YOU ENTERTAIN THOSE THOUGHTS BABY.

Poor Peter. And we always have to make him puke.

I HIT A POINT YESTERDAY AFTERNOON WHEN MY WHUMPLOVE WAS OVERFLOWING SO I WHORED MYSELF ON PETERWHUMP FICS XD

It was in that second Peter seemed to suddenly snap back to reality.

“Don’t touch me!” Snatching his arm well out of her reach, he pushed himself backwards along the floor until his back hit the wall.

“Don’t touch me,” Peter repeated, staring directly at her through the glaring light of the torches, eyes wild.

Olivia froze; hands paused in midair with confusion. She was still off from him by about thirty inches, but Peter continued to press himself further up against the wall, pulling his legs up to his chest.

She frowned, stepping forward.

“Peter?”

He flinched.

“Don’t touch me!” the yell tore out of him, as though ripped out his throat. He brought his fists up to his face and pressed them hard into his cheekbones, shielding his eyes. There was blood streaking down the skin on his knuckles and it shone in the reflection of the light.

He was trembling.

Olivia’s heart began to thump against her ribcage, hard and fast. She was acutely aware of Broyles standing behind her, and she felt a sudden pang of embarrassment. She knew how this could be interpreted. Some sort of lover’s spat – a nasty fight.

But they hadn’t been fighting.

“Peter ... you’re hurt,” she started, trying to keep her voice low and calm. She took another step towards him. “It’s only me, Peter. And Broyles.”

“Stop it.” Peter muttered, moving his fists away from his eyes and grabbing tightly at his hair. His entire upper body clenched like a vice, and he buried his face into his knees.

She could just make out his chest, rising and falling in quick succession, and she thought it sounded like he was having a panic attack.

She glanced back at Broyles.

monnie44 wrote:
LOL WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I'M CONFUSED.

It was in that second Peter seemed to suddenly snap back to reality.

“Don’t touch me!” Snatching his arm well out of her reach, he pushed himself backwards along the floor until his back hit the wall.

“Don’t touch me,” Peter repeated, staring directly at her through the glaring light of the torches, eyes wild.

Olivia froze; hands paused in midair with confusion. She was still off from him by about thirty inches, but Peter continued to press himself further up against the wall, pulling his legs up to his chest.

She frowned, stepping forward.

“Peter?”

He flinched.

“Don’t touch me!” the yell tore out of him, as though ripped out his throat. He brought his fists up to his face and pressed them hard into his cheekbones, shielding his eyes. There was blood streaking down the skin on his knuckles and it shone in the reflection of the light.

He was trembling.

Olivia’s heart began to thump against her ribcage, hard and fast. She was acutely aware of Broyles standing behind her, and she felt a sudden pang of embarrassment. She knew how this could be interpreted. Some sort of lover’s spat – a nasty fight.

But they hadn’t been fighting.

“Peter ... you’re hurt,” she started, trying to keep her voice low and calm. She took another step towards him. “It’s only me, Peter. And Broyles.”

“Stop it.” Peter muttered, moving his fists away from his eyes and grabbing tightly at his hair. His entire upper body clenched like a vice, and he buried his face into his knees.

She could just make out his chest, rising and falling in quick succession, and she thought it sounded like he was having a panic attack.

She glanced back at Broyles.