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Tkatb headcanons!

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Sol

He likes 10b pencil

Smells like those cheap masculine fragrance (i love him dw)

Doesn't like oranges

Used to draw in anime artstyle during middle school

Have a burn CD of songs that remind him of MC and listen to it every single day so he can feel closer to his soulmate

Crowe

Takes selfie like a facebook mom

Unironically use emojis like "😂😅🥰" etc, etc

Gets upset when a blueberry is sour and mushy instead of the sweet and crunchy one

Go to bed early

Smell the books at the library when no one is looking

Hyugo

Manga over anime

Have his own spidersona (for some reason)

Goes on side quest everyday

Laugh at firemans reverse resscue videos on youtube

Has a habit of doing faces like this "🤔" when he is thinking of something

Brittney

DESPISE mac n cheese

Pretending to be a famous person doing GRWM everytime she's getting ready

Use press on nails and change the design almost everyday

Always getting into an arguement with strangers online

Loves spicy food but has a really weak spice tolerance

Jess

Surprisingly is not chicked out when playing horror game

Is TRAUMATIZED by creepypasta and those old jumpscare vidoes on youtube

Has her own DIY bookmark she make with brittney (awh <3)

Really good at coloring (especially with alchohol marker)

Try to give herself bangs everytime her front hair is getting longer but ended up looking the same as before

Deryl

Is the one that shows Jess those jumpscare vidoes cuz he thought it would be funny

Get real serious and loud watching the olympic or any sport events

Frecuetly use <@;-) like cartman in that one south park episode

Always have snacks in his pocket

Spend most of his money trying to find the perfect sunscreen

Geo

Bully people on roblox especially those headless dahood kind of avatar (OR... he's the one with that type of avatar)

Use TONS of high quality, expensive hair product

Randomly tried to learn sign laungage (because he wanted to) but give up right after

Secretly plays bitlife

Enjoy watching America Got Talent just to critizise everyone including the judge

Btw ignore my english. It's not my first language ;p + i write this just for fun!

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I'm curious what the TPOF crew will be doing in prison (btw I love your work ˃ᴗ˂ !)

Thank you! ^^

How they would do in prison?

Derek- Bad. He’s mouthing off to the guards before they even bring him in. He’s either in denial or just full on pissed, I imagine a lot of threats and insults and “do you know who I am/do you know who my dad is!?” (Which also doesn’t work). Even when in jail he’s still entitled and, let’s be honest, acts like a brat. I think that side of him comes out more when he’s angry and doesn’t have a good argument himself. This is one of those cases. I mean, all the charges are accurate, how would he defend himself other than spewing threats? After some time, I think Derek might learn to shut up somewhat, just to get them off his back. He doesn’t like being bossed around, and will always have a mentality that he’s above the authority. He’ll never be fully cooperative. And honestly, he’s right, his dad is constantly trying to bail him out— but not out of love. It’s because their company has an image to uphold.

Celia- I don’t think she would do well at the start. Celia thrives on making plans and staying one step ahead. If she’s been caught, it means she’s lost control of the situation. It would start with MAJOR anxiety and rage towards whoever discovered her. How much do they know? What did they say? And how will Celia manage to give them what they deserve for destroying her image? In prison itself, I don’t think Celia would adjust well. She’s used to independence, high quality things, and being at the top of the economic ladder. This is rock bottom to her. It’ll get harder and harder to keep her composure; she desperately wants some alcohol right now.

Mason- good luck getting him turned in. He’s huge, he’s not afraid to use weapons of his own, and he can probably life you off the ground with one arm. He’d have to be put in a separate/more secure section I’m guessing, because a true serial killer like that (who’s also so strong and powerful) can’t be trusted around the other inmates. He’d spend time analyzing the workers and guards, mentally planning out how easy they’d be to catch and overpower, the same way he’d learn to hunt a specific animal. They might have a real threat with him, I imagine.

Fox- He’d be filled with anxiety. Fox’s confidence in himself and his life comes from security. He’s in control of the situation, he knows what he’s doing, and he’s good at it. But getting caught? All of that comes undone. He knows he’s going away for life, he’s done too much for anything less. It would bring back memories of being trapped and losing control, too. It might be the first time in years that he has a full blown anxiety attack. In jail, although he can and will fight if he has to, he’s still small (he doesn’t appear very threatening unless you know him, is what I mean). He’d be on edge and defensive, both due to nerves and fury at his life falling back apart. Everything he worked so hard to build, snatched away again. Summed up, he would not do well.

These are just my thoughts :)

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Put "ballsac" as your name and this easter egg will showed up on day 2. This is taking me out bye 😭

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Feeding

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A little headcanon:

Fox uses traditional Asian household items in his home, and not always for their intended purpose. «You're dead. Fox stabs you in the liver with a puerh knife.»

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Happy Halloween🔪🔪🔪

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40 (and then some) facts about Derek Goffard

so a couple years ago before Gato deleted her blogs, I copied and pasted all her answers and information about Derek

I have crammed them all into a list, what you in "parentheses" are direct quotes.

I think it will be useful for anyone wanting to write some fics about him.

(again these are copy and pasted from gato old blog, none of these are mine, I just tried my best to organize them)

Derek goffard is 27 years old, and 5,10 in height.He is Canadian “ and probably hails from a rich area outside a large city” And in his route was described as “young, spoiled, and has a monstrous personality-” and “ it’s probably easiest to run into Derek and Derek IS specifically hunting you-” “his path is actually based on the deserts of South America “

Derek has only killed in the desert, and he hasn't gone that many times (was never given the actual amount) 

Derek refuses to wear a mask in the desert because he believes nothing could possible go wrong out there :) 

“He's very clean, almost obsessively. He was made to appear perfect at all times, especially in public  only his 'vacations' into the desert where he ever really gets to be unkempt.”” Derek absolutely goes to black tie events… constantly. He’s very well behaved and often garners praise from his father’s peers for being a prodigious heir to his position.”

“Derek was beaten regularly, especially if he ever cried.” “That's part of the reason for the large tattoo on his back [ a coverup for scars ]”

Derek is an Extrovert! And “Derek is the pickup artist on social media

“Derek has more available funds to him, and Celia has a higher personal net worth.”  “Most of 'his' money isn't even really his either- it's still his father's. His life is very tightly controlled” “Derek has virtually unlimited assets available, but they technically belong to his dad- not him. “ “While he’s still ‘under his dad’s thumb’ financially, he has been raised and trained to evade taxes via offshore accounts and bullshit ‘charity contributions’. A classic wall street leech.”

Derek has no real friends! “People sometimes suck up to him in public for his connections, and he might mistake this for friendship”

“Derek cannot maintain a romantic relationship. Due to his shitty personality, the only people willing to ‘date’ him are gold-diggers, who he treats exponentially worse right off the bat.”

If Derek was an animal he would be a Hyena!

“Has two different 'kinds' of drunk. One is 'bastard frat boy' drunk, which you can probably guess at. Deeply irresponsible with alcohol when he's carelessly partying. The other kind of drunk is 'fake drunk' and involves wandering around while swapping different drinks in his hand and not drinking all of them. It means he wants to appear harmless and has another goal in mind. 'bastard frat boy' drunk is actually the better option.”

“Derek: Very good at performing the act of kissing”

Derek is the most likely to insult you to your face. And he“Will find some way to insult MC about them. Even if he finds them cute, he will probably be derogatory anyway. [ The more he insults them, the more he probably likes them ]”

Derek secretly idolizes Machete he thinks that he is “mysterious, calm, and cool. Other people seem to naturally respect him.” and “Derek actually never notices Machete in that scenario (ﾉ´ｰ`)ﾉ All he sees is YOU”

 Dere does buy overly expensive clothes but it's mostly suits, since “He doesn’t particularly LIKE the clothing on a personal level but he has a deep understanding of it so that he can judge others on what they wear.”

“Derek Would never eat off the floor, but would pay someone to eat off the floor for his amusement.” and “Derek would deliberately order something wildly expensive or privately prepared by a chef and then act like it was some garbage food”

He isn't super materialistic, but he still is, more to the extent that“ it’s that he’s gone so far into jaded that nothing is good enough for him. thing is off limits, which makes nothing exciting.” and “My number one awful spender is Derek. Derek is given disgusting amounts of money by his dad and subsequently has no respect for it. Not only does he constantly spend on overpriced shit from booze to parties to cars, but he also goes through that stuff like it’s disposable. He’ll buy a vintage wine just to smash the bottle.He’s like a loan shark that wants to be paid back in suffering and humiliation,Accepting money from Derek is not a Good Idea™”

 Derek is seen as the "spoiled rich boy" of the group and he is not happy about it

Derek gets off to blood and violence but- “crying is what really does it for him” If Mc is an angry crier then “He’d mock them mercilessly. It would bring out of the side of Derek that’s a walking, breathing 4chan.” his favorite type of crying is “Fear, wailing, hanging on to his every word.” but ugly sobbing with tears, snot, spit. And cute little hiccups in between whimpers and tears will also get him “sprung”

Derek is gatobob “horniest character “ and“ my(gatobob) interpretation of Derek is of a man who is too impatient to bother with anything that impedes his ability to get his dick into something as fast as possible.

Derek has a lack of “aim when it comes to satisfying his own needs because he doesn’t consciously understand everything he wants”

Derek could be convinced that getting earrings are cool, but “but he’s generally held to strict standard of appearance. Must look professional at all times*”

“ Derek has decided MC belongs to him and isn't willing to take any chances on escape at all” he woulsnt develop “warm feelings” “BUT Derek would get extremely attached. He's never taken someone home before, and he's never had an 'outlet' during the rest of the year outside of his 'vacations'. He'd be so much happier having someone at home he can abuse at any time.” “Whenever he'd be out or forced to participate in social gatherings or meetings, he'd be thinking about his pet and fantasizing about being back home and doing whatever he wanted.” “So yeah, warm feelings? Maybe not so much, but attached? YES, massively so, obsessively possessive.” “he’d grow attached to his little punching bag”

“Derek... well he's not used to anyone genuinely wanting him around. I think he'd be crazy about it although it would be awful for his already awful ego-.” if the mc devolved Stockholm syndrome. 

“Derek would still go out for his yearly trip if he had a captive at home- but he definitely wouldn't bring back a second one.Instead, he'd probably take pictures of whatever he did and describe his trip in gruesome detail to his captive at home.”

Slapstick. Derek's sense of humour is more physical, but it's just as cruel as Celia's. The type of person who would say "It's only funny until someone gets hurt, then it's a riot"

“Believes speed limits are minimum limits. Speeding tickets are 'fun tax'. Probably had a DUI or two 'taken care of' by his dad. Also the type to have an illegally loud lack of muffler and 'underlighting'”

Dereks faveriot season is summer Because “He just prefers the heat- and watching everyone struggle with body image. He’ll go out of his way to attend pool parties just to make offhand comments about people’s bodies”

Derek likes candy and soda, but thinks it's unbecoming of the image he’s trying to portray

“Derek does not have incredible business skills. What he’s skilled at is lying and being a bastard. “ and “Derek is pretty stupid. He's smart in some ways but he is certainly no genius”

“He is the favorite because he knows just what to say, and he very much subscribes to his dad’s doctrine of ‘only results matter, not how you got there’. While his half-siblings may have shown restraint or humility, he showed obedience and ruthlessness.”

“He has a few half-siblings but he is the favorite. I’d say he’s a shitty brother but it’s a lot less like siblings and more like rivals trying to secure a piece of the inheritance cake. He is winning and he knows it, and he is not cool about it.”

“Derek has many younger siblings from like 5 different moms.” “Derek's dad has stopped marrying/divorcing women and just brings in new 'girlfriends' all the time. None of the siblings pay any attention to these women anymore” “He has several siblings, all half-siblings. His dad tends to go through wives pretty quickly.” “Derek’s dad is the kind of CEO that needs to keep trading in for a newer model if you know what I mean.” Derek has no idea what happened to his mom. 

“He's also a total bastard to his younger siblings. He treats them like trash and rubs his inheritance and favoured status in their faces.He's also secretly a bit envious of them because his dad isn't nearly as hard on them [ the price of being the first in line ].”

“Derek does in fact live with his dad and several of his siblings” and “The main estate they live on is so large that avoiding each other is pretty easy.” “Derek was/is put under intense pressure for being the eldest and main business heir. Because of this, his relationship with his siblings is awful- rife with mutual jealousy and resentment.”

“The eldest of his younger siblings [ Matt ] despises Derek and believes he should be the heir instead. The rest of the siblings generally try to avoid both of them.”

Derek's family is aware he has someone captive and doesn't care. The property is big enough that they don't even have to interact much.Or, I suppose I should say most of them don't care. He has some younger siblings who are more conscionable but they know better than to mess with anything he's doing.There are also some home workers [ cleaners etc ] that know about the situation, but they're paid specifically to never talk about what happens inside the property or interfere [ a random captive is definitely not the first horrible thing that's happened there” and his siblings suspect that he has killed soemone but arent “100% sure.

“Honestly the ‘Bateman’ character is more like Derek’s dad. Imagine if Christian Bale’s character was older and had a grown son who wasn’t really ‘raised’ so much as just set loose with access to large amounts of money and social power.” and “His dad is 100% sure though (that derek has killed), as he is the one that suggested the desert trip [ to reduce Derek's volatile behavior for the rest of the year ]

Does Derek know what obstreperous means? I feel like he would take it as a compliment (which it is not XD).”He does not and he would.”

“he's hardly capable of respect let alone love.”

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BTD is truly a product of its time but if I had to say something I think of all EPs characters Sano was the most interesting one however in his route many things didn't make sense to me like why would he try things that are already done countless times?

It's been a while since I played but the lobotomy and burning someone isn't new to anyone I feel his route would've been better if all of his experiments were towards one specific goal, like how he can turn you into a doll in one ending.

Idk it's just that the mad scientist/crazy doctor is very lovely to me and people rarely make unapologetically evil characters lately 💔

All the other EPs characters were boring to me :/ could barely play their routes and mostly skipped with guides

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Gone with the sin

Chapter 2 Beautiful

Judy Singh - Up and Down

Fox x reader

Tw none, just the reference to previous events

Even without Rhino and Kangaroo His presence in the almost empty room is overwhelming, ever since the conversation from when you first woke up his appearances were scarce not spending too much time in meaningful conversations, only to check your general state and it made you reconsider your silence back then.

Before the third show, your words saved you, as simple as they were, maybe you made a mistake last time.

When he notices your hesitation he breaks the silence "Did you sleep well? You're mostly healthy now it was about time I brought you here"

"Yes" you want to say something else but you're unsure of what he wants. "Thank you for... Everything" he smiles.

"This will be your room, if you behave we can negotiate how you will decorate it" Fox paces around the room for a bit and stops at the only other piece of furniture, it's tall and the top part is for hanging clothes with six drawers on the bottom, on the right side a little bookshelf with a few things. Looking more closely you notice there's a point behind the wardrobe that indicates there might've been a window or a door before "I'm looking forward to learning more about you" he says while looking at you. "Don't disappoint me"

"I won't sir" this makes him look pleased too, he decides to sit on the bed but not really close to you.

"You know... Not everyone was happy that I let you live" he says while looking down to the white sheets on the bed "but you have belonged to me since the auction"

"You made me remember in the end I am the one who decides what will happen to you" even when you're sick of been asleep you lie down facing him to listen to him more comfortably. It prompts him to touch your cheek "you should feel proud, nobody has gotten this far".

"At first, I believed you hated me" you say, to fill the silence.

"Hate you?" Fox laughed, not the announcer "no, I don't think I would've enjoyed our time together if I did".

"As a matter of fact, while you were... Sleeping I took the liberty of choosing new clothes for you. It has been a pleasure of mine to choose each one of them ♡" with his particular taste it doesn't sound like a good thing "Go on, get changed" and he probably expects to see you do it because he makes no move of leaving the room.

So you do, it's not as difficult as the first time, you take your time to stand up and get to it. Giving him your back and while thinking of you scars you take off your clothes before opening the first drawer, it has shirts, a few pretty blouses and some tops. They are neatly folded so you carefully put them back after checking them superficially on your front. You choose something you think is more to his taste without sacrificing your dignity. The second drawer has some skirts with lace, pretty shorts (that are too short) and a few pants, yet again you choose. You don't look back to see his reaction, he's probably looking at you, you think of how Fox really likes cute things on you. The third drawer has underwear with both tops and bottoms close to what you can expect from him now. They do seem impractical to wear underneath in normal situations and they are all closer to lingerie so, not being sure you keep it open and look for the next, this one seems to have what you are looking for since these are more normal looking so you close the previous one.

The other two just have things for the bed and for sleeping.

After taking your time, you turn around to let him see what you picked and start to put it on. You think you should be good but you can't bear to see his eyes.

When you are done, his demeanor hasn't changed much, it makes you uneasy.

"Perfect, we can have breakfast now" he proceeds to stand up and show you the way to the kitchen. He doesn't make a point in reminding you of the shackles in your wrists, if he's feeling like you won't scape maybe it's because you can't.

The way to the kitchen is very short and it doesn't look like it's meant for everyday use, most things look new, expensive and matching, except for the materials of the cutlery which are plastic, some plates and cups are also plastic, others match with the rest of the decor. The smell of coffee is the closest you have to familiarity.

"Sit down" in the table there are two chairs in which he positions himself behind one of them, his tone is firm so you comply. After sitting down you notice something weird, some chains.

"Do you like them? It's mostly a precaution, but we're beyond that point right?" Still he fixed them on the rings around your ankles and a smaller one to connect both of your hands. The closeness while touching you yet again brought memories.

"Why not before then?" Why, why, why... You want to ask him so much it's difficult to keep focused. He seems in a good mood and he's taking his time to be here so maybe he won't mind "I mean... Why would I try to avoid breakfast and not try to escape my room?"

Considering your question he pauses while you hear the last sounds of him closing the lock in your wrist. "Just to avoid any funny idea you might have" his eyes are calm with some seriousness slightly unnatural on what you've previously seen on his features, so you decide to focus your gaze on something else.

"No reason to be afraid, I just wanted to relax with my star after work, hopefully you don't want to finish what you started" while it didn't do much to distract you from your condition the idea he wanted to prevent you killed yourself was nice "I did say I wanted to know you more didn't I?" He said while placing a few things on the table: some fruit, waffles, lemonade, a carton of juice, soup, salad, some meat, all with the plastic crockery except for the ones for him, the plates looking expensive. It wasn't too much of every item but the variety made your stomach growl after the food you were previously given.

Fox saw your face inspecting what were the things you focused on and sat down in front of you. Not sure if you were allowed to eat your plate remained empty.

"May I?" You asked, after smelling the food it became obvious it had been a while since your last meal. Fox rested his head on his left hand not having any hurry to serve himself first "Sure, it's for you, I finally have someone to appreciate my cooking, however before I give you anything you should always remember to ask first. You're a good pet, keep it this way and you'll have no trouble under my care" under this light, his claws look shiny, how his lips turn upward distract you a little from serving your meal, to which he smiles more intentionally for you.

"Need any help?" To which you were inclined to say no, but the chains made it a hard task, embarrassed even after all this time, you nod almost shyly, by the lack of answer you repeat your intention with what he was probably expecting "yes, can you please help me?".

Fox gladly helped without saying anything, giving time to contrast what you've known, remembering how your view is incomplete you quickly live again how he took pieces out of your eye, he was trying to be nice back then too, your shoulder and your finger where also affected by his generosity all because you asked him for it.

It took all your self-restraint not to stuff your mouth full of food all at once in front of him, he calmly served himself waffles and some meat and went to look for various things he could add to the waffles, all sugary and sweet. Another contradiction that was barely believable.

"You know, before choosing items for the auction we make a lot of research to make sure they're up to the needs of our clients" he said while cutting the sugar-coated waffles "I know everything important there's to learn about you, as a matter of fact, it's my responsibility to approve who to choose before extraction" now he took a pause to take a sip of coffee "however, you can't understand someone until you've met them and most importantly everyone changes when their life is on the line" he said taking a pause from his meal, making you do the same "You've caught my attention little one, so tell me: how would you describe yourself? What is there about you I have to be aware of?"

Assuming he had access to your medical history, school achievements or lack thereof and how you made a living there was not much to say that could be relevant to him so was this about your hobbies? Political beliefs? Religion? Your favorite books, tv shows or games? Sexual orientation? Gender? Not being sure you gave an overview of these things just in case, this didn't satisfy his curiosity and almost looked disappointed.

"I'm sure once you're in pristine condition we can properly work on having quality time, maybe you're the kind to open up in such scenarios. Let's start simple: why do you think I chose you? From all possible candidates why would someone choose another to be sold?" The growling in your stomach was still present but the conversation stopped you from thinking of tasting the food in fron to you.

Recalling what you heard previously in your life were many things: some said it was lonely people with no family, others it was the ones who were vulnerable, some were gullible to fall into deadly traps, perhaps they hay desirable physical features, ultimately it's... "power, people do those things to feel pleasure from the power over others"

He took his time to drink from his coffee before responding to your comment "you think so? Depending on the price I would add it's also about convenience, not everyone is careful enough to take care of themselves but people put more worth on some than others, so even then it's worth the effort, hopefully you remember how we met. You can keep eating".

From there it was quiet, not much besides commenting on the taste of his food and how good it was, while true you also hoped to get on his good side. After finishing, he made no intent on taking your chains off, he was expecting you to ask him for it, you did and he moved you to your room.

"There's some other things I need to attend to, well see each other tomorrow, I'll be watching you when I get the chance" you then heard a click after closing the heavy door, all this time alone was killing you. Pacing around, checking your clothes again and checking the items in the bookshelf's were your only option since sleeping was out of the question, you chose the bookshelf since it's contents were new to you.

A few books, two expensive looking notebooks with simple design, mandala coloring, a few markers and a pen. Checking the books you saw the titles: The Collector by John Fowles, Tender is the flesh by Agustina Bazterrica, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde and The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas the biggest of the rest, for the meantime you picked the notebook and decided to scribble and doodle what was on your mind with the intent to just draw on top of it later.

First it's about you and your family to remember who you are, your last day outside, the clothes you were wearing turning little by little into your new reality: your answers in the auction, the three shows and a vague memory of the important details after the second show, your time healing but not much about today.

Fox didn't hesitate to hurt you, he enjoyed your pain and gladly made profit from shredding your privacy on camera, lightly commenting on what has been your most traumatic experience so far... even now there's no guarantee he will refrain from making you feel hell again.

There's also how he chose to be kind, he went against what his patrons wanted and took the time to give you all of this, it's possible it's just another way to manipulate you. You don't even know his name when all of you has been exposed to him.

You want to go out, tell everyone how much you love them, do more with tour time, finally gain the courage to die without regrets, but these walls bring you back to reality and you feel like falling, like the floor calls your name into never standing up again and you cry (because no one can hear you) and go numb. After many hours you fall asleep again.

Dreaming of being among the clouds and a sunny day you jump and go far away from the grass on the floor. Everything is happy, your body feels light. There's a hand reaching to help you go down, someone whose face is blurry yet you can tell his identity, so you go down from the sky into the world that awaits for your presence.

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Fun facts:

Fox doesn't offer coffee to reader because of three main things:

He doesn't consider them an equal and drinking coffee together felt too domestic to him

If reader is used to drinking it constantly he hopes they get some kind of withdrawal from not drinking any and smelling it

He wanted reader to not be alert and be awake for enough time to properly inspect the room

About the books they are all related to how Fox feels/felt or how he sees his experience BUT I don't think he would actually be vulnerable enough to reveal himself in such a way especially early on but I just wanted to share hehe also there were other books I wanted to add but I haven't read them so even if the summary sounds good I refrained from it: Confessions of a Mask and The butterfly garden

There "diary" is also a reference from The collector, I think Ren would be fond of the book in his younger days fantasizing of his own Miranda while ignoring the second half of the book lmao.

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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

WHO IS USING THIS

AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

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X😸😸😸🫶🫶🫶

I am getting 225 subscribers on X and yall are getting his sweet little joystick out and ready to play VERSION!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

(also drawing bukk@k3 with him in a main role if you exceed my expectations)

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Gone with the sin

Chapter 1 Losing your life

HIM - Gone with the sin

Fox x reader

GN reader, canon typical violence, this starts (and takes dialogue, only in this chapter credits to Gatobob) after the 2nd show but will be more about time in captivity, not too much Fox in this chapter but trust me we'll get there soon 👀

If he said crawl I would crawl, if he told me to chew on glass I had to look him in the eyes. Everything but obedience was rewarded with punishment, he needed me to be functional but didn't mind the scars, each one like a signature of a name he never told me but everyone else saw. In the lonely nights he was drunk he showed a few crumbs of remorse, those were the only times i saw him human, clinging to that fake peace just to be a fool the next morning I was of any use.

Another show, another set of stitches. Your eye, your back and your insides are all sore. Barely conscious and sleeping through what felt like days. There's no way to tell the time in your cell. You had many dreams but most were about pain and teeth, those sharp pointy edges in you neck, on your back and eating you alive all around. You really can't tell what actually happens in them, you most likely won't remember them awake. It doesn't matter.

You feel a weight in your head, a hand petting you.

"Did I wake you?"

You don't think of your desires and only feel the need to keep sleeping, your eyes are heavy and the other limbs don't want to move but something makes your eye open, on the back of your head you remember that detail, the other eye won't wake up. You can see him now.

"There you are" You still breath slowly "You've been sleeping so long, I was a little worried you'd slipped into a coma" you looked at him, panic rising but not enough to say anything yet, just a weak attempt at standing up, maybe running away.

"Shh. Relax" he said calmly "No show today" those words letting you rest on your "bed" again.

"I've gotten you all fixed up ♡" he said smiling "They couldn't save your eye, but it's been prepared for a prosthetic" the mention of it made you touch it and gasped as you felt nothing there.

"Don't fiddle with it. It needs to heal more" A prosthetic? Why would he help you?

"Why would you even bother fixing my eye if you're just going to kill me?" It had been a while since you had spoken so it came out slightly croaked. He took a moment before he answered.

The rest of the conversation didn't include much talking from your part, he seemed pleased from doing most of the talking and spending time with you. Little did you now the actual weight of the words you made. The drugs did their part and yet again fell into the arms of your little death.

Your last show proved to be best you're sure, he must be so proud. So why did he stop you? Knife still inside, you waited for your next instruction. The room went dark and you heard the sound of the knife be thrown to other side of the room. He took the wire and the shackles and pushed you to the floor.

"This one is mine now" and he also said he wanted you alive, for the longest time you repeated those words to the point the memories felt fake. They came back to you in pain, while making excuses, anniversaries and through emotional punishments.

His chat wanted to see more, he was the one in charge of the ending and you wish to ask Fox about it. That's not his real name, you have a new hole and burns to prove it, it's a persona. The kind that pleased his audience in very dark desires in which you are not the first victim, but hopefully the last star.

You remember the words he said before the third show and you realize it's almost funny how all that medical work was indeed torn apart anyway. Maybe the painkillers stopped you from feeling the true the state of your wounds. Burns, cuts, the infection in your eye, your foot, his teeth, your teeth in your arm... All in different stages of healing that currently condition your mobility.

Your new concerns are scars that you can't bear to think about now, not when he's looking at you in pieces from your head to your toes or maybe it's more about the silent declaration of his name when Fox marked your body.

You are more conscious now, the light gives you a headache, to avoid the bright light of the room, you look down and the bandage on your arm is the most interesting thing in sight "But only I can smell you" is what you mentally hear looking at it. The room was dark in shows and you wonder if his eyes stared like he does now, you remember there was a camera in your cell.

"How are you feeling?" The author of your pain gets close to you now and sits beside you, there's no point in lying. "It hurts" because there's no other way of explaining it to which Fox chuckles "Well, that was the idea. I have seen them myself, you're healing well" he said while placing his hand on your head trying not to hurt you.

The moment feels tender but you still feel anxious around him, the man must notice and he takes a moment to decide before he tells you "no more shows" he looks at your covered belly and you follow. It doesn't help much but he's the closest thing you have to comfort so you get your head closer to him. It reminds you of the touch of his mask mimicking a kiss to your forehead.

"Why did you stop me?"

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Fox doesn't now the answer to that question without letting Ren talk to you. Life taught him he can't get pretty things unless he works and bleeds for them, from the beginning Ren was weak to the point Fox had to take his place in front of the world.

"Why would you help me?" "Who did that to you?" "Are you going to kill me or not?" "I thought you were the one in charge..."

For a person with more illegal chemicals than blood in their veins you managed to pull some of the most important memories that led him to that point and it made him wonder if Fox's strength was another facade in his search of approval. Fox was in charge until he wasn't, Ren was so close to letting you die.

He had wanted you to die, to some extent. The warmth of your blood, the smell of your meat burning and the sound of your cries were something he missed from his shows. Just from the auction his star started to surprise him enough to feel his heart racing in excitement, this single action however didn't change the usual course of events.

He still get shrivers from the memory of your mouth on the gun, how you chose to meet him instead of the choke chain and the pretty smiles you made when trying to please his cruel demands.

It's all in the details his audience didn't properly enjoy as much as he did, it's the shine of the tears getting in the way of you tasting your own blood while looking unintentionally at his eyes. He knows you saw him touching himself and yet you kept going. It's also how you felt around him after doing more than necessary to avoid the sharp ends around your neck. It's the beauty of your trust when he only wants to hurt you.

Ren knows saving you will bring problems, in his youth seeking to fill his heart Ren learned not to trust and entertain the idea of someone who would stay. Maybe, maybe it's the lust of taking your rightful place between the living into appearing dead like a doll of his collection. Life draining out of you like the electricity flowing out of a battery. He savours the idea of orchestrating such an event. The thought doesn't scare him anymore, Fox revels in his perversion.

Thinking of the present, he knows he wants to keep you healthy and that he wants to hurt you again. He should be honest then "I want you to stay"

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To stay implies being already somewhere, in your case is difficult to know your place in his play. It's impossible not to fear him when you're not safe yet. Not having a clear view of the future it's easier to let him fill the blanks during this exchange. But by not answering he almost seems nervous, as if you had something over him. Your fear him and decide to have mercy. In an attempt to sit properly and get away from him his eyes turn slightly cold.

"For how long?" and you see the window in the room, how the warmth it gives it's lost to you.

"As long as I want, we'll have enough time to know each other" he said, even without directly looking you heard a smile "Don't think too much about it, you need to rest now" Fox said, placing his hand over the heart shape in your chest. It feels different, because apparently they removed the stitches that held it together.

"Maybe it's time for me to go, don't stay up too late" the placing in his hand changed to yours, his claws are cold.

He stood up, gave you a last smile as wide as in between shows and after a moment of what could be mistakingly interpreted as hesitation he closed the curtains. This time, sleep didn't save you on time.

Moving again to get a better chance at sleep, each wound screamed it's origins, it's echo formed a choir with the increasing sound of your heartbeat. At least tomorrow you hope to see the sun on your skin again.

And you do, you see the sun but your hands are cold. You also see nurses and doctors that have little interest in conversation, it wouldn't make sense Fox would let you here without trusting them not to help you. Having an opportunity to see more people still boosts your morale.

The day the doctors gave you your prosthetic Fox was there to see the procedure, it matched your eye color. Later that day, you saw yourself in the mirror before taking your first bath alone.

Naked in that bathroom the first obvious thing you saw was your head, your eye with and without the prosthetic. The movements didn't properly match in speed, making you feel strange, you looked all around the bathroom to see them move. It could've been sad, but you had a little fun with it, you saw your smile. It took a while to get comfortable using it.

Then you saw your neck, the faint little dots of the chain acting as a necklace, there used to be a mark of the wire too. Giving the size of the mirror the last piece of reflection was of your heart between your chest, the lines were not shaky or too curved they gave prove of his experience. You place your hand there, feeling it like the possessive way in which he touched it both times. You had already been given enough time to see your arms once they took the bandages so further down you saw the mark of the stabbing in your belly, your sex, your legs and your feet.

Being nude now is harmless and innocent, you have seen yourself so many times since forever and this look is prove that you have lived. The cuts in your thighs are healed, the sole of your foot feels normal to walk on now too.

This is you, the things that made you self-conscious before are unimportant now.

You remember the days of taking baths as a kid. You were someone's loved baby once and somehow now you are lonely with no opportunity be with your family again. What would they even think of you now?

A few days went by, nothing memorable in them. Pain, sleep, boredom, simple conversations. That window was a reminder of what you would not be again.

After that, he finally took you home with the same boring methods of transportation because you wake up in a different room again. You finally stand up from the bed and see the surroundings.

First thing to notice is there are no windows, it's mostly bare of personality and smelling like bleach. In a way, like the recording room.

The walls are all white, there is a big wood wardrobe and a bed that would have been inviting if it wasn't for the countless days you have already lost to being unconscious. You also notice you're wearing different clothes, unlike those feminine "outfits" this is more simple and somewhat close to the clothes you were wearing the last time you were outside. There are two shackle like things on your wrists and ankles too, they have a ring on the back but are not connected to a chain, they're also a bit heavy. Remember: he had said no more shows.

Speaking of the devil, he enters the room smiling as always.

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I sometimes wonder what would Lawrence do in a zombie apocalypse and how his "condition" would work if he were to be infected, since his body is becoming less and less affected by the river could he come back to his body after being turned?

If someone were to kill him as an undead would it work?

I like to think the chaos would happen while he's "out" and returning to his lonely apartment only to find out the truth, maybe feeling the comfort of not being alone and misunderstood by such creatures, perhaps they even see him as one of them since he spends more time in the other side.

Maybe, just like with his plants, (just like with people) he would watch like the voyeur of life he is until they all rot away. A true paradise for the wicked lonely man.