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More pages of The Hunter's Tale! You can find the comic dub to Part 1 of the comic on the Hikari Yuushi YouTube channel!

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Elevator Girl taught Mr. Silvair about chess. And while she and Mr. Crawling were out to get Mr. Chopped a haircut, Mr. Hood (who had been standing guard) had actually picked up on the lessons from afar. Elevator Girl, Mr. Crawling, and Mr. Chopped return to find the two silently enjoying a game with each other.

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Finished all the Elevator Girl AU drabbles I had in mind. If anyone wants to ask about headcanons or suggest more drabble prompts, ask box is open

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Silvair

Of all the residents who were most grateful for the items that the Elevator Girl brought, it was probably Mr. Silvair. Sure, Mr. Chopped and the Hairdresser were both extremely grateful for the increased supply of scissors and hair products, but Silvair's research was able to make leaps and bounds thanks to all the supplies that the Elevator Girl was able to provide.

It was an interesting thought, then, that the Elevator Girl had never really seen the fruits of Mr. Silvair's labours. Sure, he was always grateful, and would tell her that her bringing him items served him well in learning more about this realm and how his studies could benefit others. But the Elevator Girl never knew what those new discoveries were.

But today, she decided she would find out for herself.

As Mr. Silvair went out to check on a few 'test subjects', the Elevator Girl snuck into his research room. It had changed quite a bit since the first time she'd entered. No longer was it a single dissection table and a strap-armed chair, with various lengths of chain and single row for bloody and rusty tools.

Now, he had a proper desk and stool, papers and pens to document his trials and findings. There were a few other things like petri dishes, beakers, and a microscope stacked in the corner. He had drawers filled with syringes and disinfectant wipes, the closest thing he'd be able to get to sterilizing his equipment. Which, in turn, meant that the Elevator Girl's visits could be that much safer.

Over the course of her visits, Mr. Silvair and the Elevator Girl had noticed that while the odd blemishes did return after she stayed in this 'other world' for a certain period of time, it would disappear by the time she reached the exits. They have both since come to the same hypothesis: the blemishes marked how long the Elevator Girl could stay without losing her mind, losing her self.

He'd been taking blood samples from her every time the Elevator Girl returned with the blemishes, and sometimes even before they started appearing. He could properly document the differences between what was happening in her blood stream, thanks to the new equipment. And as the Elevator Girl started to sift through the papers on his desk, she thought she'd finally take a look at the results of those blood tests.

Her brow furrowed slightly. It didn't help that no one had taught her how to read, let alone write, in this world's language. She'd been trying to take her own separate notes, but it was just like re-learning the language all over again. Even now, she still wasn't completely sure if she had it all correct. At least 90% to be sure, but not everything.

She attempted to read the first line she thought she could fully translate.

"Blood 1: Not. Blood 2: Change. Lots of time, not change."

She stared in quiet irritation at the writing. It didn't help that Mr. Silvair's handwriting was a bit messy, meaning some of the letters looked inconsistent to her untrained eyes, making translation that much harder.

What made things a bit harder to decipher when the numbers started to change drastically.

Why did it go from Blood 3 to Blood 10? Blood 11. Blood 12. Blood 13. Blood 20. It would go to Blood 23, then start back at 30.

But before she could attempt to go any further, she heard the door open, and a familiar voice call out.

"Search object?"

Her eyes widened, shoulders going stiff before she quickly put the papers back down on the desk, putting on a nervous smile and waving.

"Hello, Mr. Silvair! Hello, you!" she greeted, quickly stepping away from the desk as Mr. Silvair slowly and calmly approached to look over his notes. It didn't take a genius to see that she had been rifling through them. At least she'd kept them in order. He'd slowly glance up at her after straightening them back out on the desk.

"...you understand paper language?"

Paper language. That must be 'writing'. She gave a few non-commital eye rolls and vague gesture with a hand.

"Small amount," she admitted, to which she could see Mr. Silvair's calm smile return.

"Fun..."

The Elevator Girl had learned over time that when Mr. Silvair said 'fun', it didn't mean that he thought something was amusing or entertaining. No, he meant it more as one would say the word 'fascinating', 'intriguing', or 'interesting'. It was a relief to hear that he didn't seem angry at her. Still, she tilted her head, wondering what he was going to do now.

"No other person teach. You know small amount of paper language. Lots of mind you have," he noted, the delivery girl immediately flustering as she realized that he just called her 'smart'. She rubbed the back of her head, laughing nervously.

"Not have lots of mind! I learn slow.... Um, but, thank you."

Mr. Silvair glanced over at her with a somewhat perplexed look on his face. As well as she'd gotten at speaking the language, her mannerisms were still very foreign to him. Why rebuff his compliment, only to thank him later? That just seemed needlessly complicated to do. What sort of social norms was she used to that she would need to learn such strange social rules? Still, he couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head.

"No, thank you. You give lots, lots of objects. Research slow before. You changed research fast. Thank you," he spoke graciously, his hand on his bare chest and a light bow in her direction.

"Um, u-understood," she responded, giving a light bow in response before seeing that he was already going back to writing down his findings on a new piece of paper. "But um... Mr. Silvair? What paper language say? Blood research? Research change?"

It was simplistic, crude, but she thinks she got her point across.

His pen, which had been furiously scribbling down his latest thoughts were quick to stop as soon as she finished asking. He let out a small sigh.

"Lots of time. We learn. I have lots of mind-object. I learn, I communicate you. Understand?"

'Mind-object' was a new one. Thoughts? Theories? Hypotheses? Who knows which one was the correct translation. Maybe all of them were, depending on context. Still, the Elevator Girl nodded, finally leaving his research room to leave Mr. Silvair to his work. His methods may be unorthodox, but she had faith that he knew what he was doing.

At the very least, that's what she chose to believe.

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Machete

The Elevator Girl couldn't believe her luck. One moment she was being accompanied by Mr. Hood on their way to find Mr. Silvair's room. The next thing she knew, she'd fallen down a pit while running from Mr. Hugeface. What's more, she'd lost track of her wagon with several goodies that had been meant for Mr. Silvair and a number of other residents.

She'd fallen facedown on harsh stone and concrete, every bone and muscle in her body aching from the impact.

Needless to say, she was NOT having a good day.

As she was steadily getting up on all fours, breath finally making it back into her lungs, she'd barely taken a few breaths when she heard the scrape of shape metal. Her eyes widened immediately, all too familiar with that sound.

With a single dodge roll, she managed to get out of the way just in time to narrowly avoid being impaled by a large blade, now firmly embedded into the ground where she last was. She growled, quickly looking up in irritation to see the sharp-toothed grin of her assailant: Mr. Machete.

"A simple 'hello' would be nice for once, you inconsiderate moron!" she yelled at him, knowing all too well he couldn't understand her. She slowly managed to sit back on her knees, glaring at him angrily.

The musclebound man simply laughed and jumped all the way down to start walking his way towards her, not the least bit intimidated by the smaller woman.

"Lots of time pass. I bored," he told her as he barely walked past her to grab the handle of his blade.

"Yeah, what else is new..." she murmured to herself before looking up at him. "Look, I in distress. Want to find friendly them. You help me?"

This time, he understood her, prying his machete out to take a moment to regard the smaller woman on the ground. He leaned in, getting a closer look at her face, as if searching for something, before sighing.

"Not you..." There was a light tone of disappointment as he stood back up. "Why not 'fun you'?"

Her eyes narrowed at that, slowly managing to get up onto her feet, though she was still a bit wobbly.

"I don't know what you-- I mean... ugh..." She took a moment to get her thoughts straight, shaking her head before looking back up at the man's bandaged head. "I not know 'fun me'. Your communication wrong."

He smirked at her words, seemingly confident about what he was talking about. "My communication not wrong. I say 'fun you'. 'Fun you' correct. Where 'fun you'?"

The Elevator Girl's hands balled up into fist, starting to stomp closer to Mr. Machete to try and get her point across.

"Grr... I don't know what you're talking about! 'Fun me' wrong! Want you to help! Help?! Not Help?!"

A large heavy hand rested on top of her delivery cap, forcing her to squat for a fraction of a second before she stood straight up and grabbed at his wrist.

"Hey--!!"

"You want help? Attack me. Hurt me, I help. Give fun. Understand?"

Even with no visible eyes, the Elevator Girl could feel his gaze looking down expectantly at her. Though she was trying to stand her ground and gritting her teeth, he wasn't giving her much of a choice. Either way, she thinks he might try to use her as a form of entertainment for himself. And all she needs to do is give him a good fight, right? She didn't even have to win.

Still...

Her eyes glanced over at his machete, which caused the bulky man to look over as well. Upon thinking he understood, he gave her a small smirk.

"Weak? No attack tool?" He let go, taking a few steps away towards where he was last was before picking up a familiar object, tossing it in her direction.

A trusty crowbar.

"You attack now...?" His voice seemed a bit more even, almost calm. He really did want this fight, but he was much more of a sportsman than some gave him credit for. He wanted it to be fair. He did intend to help her, after all.

She stared down at the crowbar, bangs covering her eyes as she slowly leaned down to pick it up. She took a moment to rhythmically pat it in her open palm, her lips slowly forming into a competitive grin.

She giggled, lifting her head to reveal her crazed red eyes. Mr. Machete in turn, was grinning widely. He'd finally gotten her to come out, just like he wanted.

"Let's have fun!"

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Hood

Finally, all the deliveries she wanted to make had been completed. The only things left in her red wagon were a few emergency supplies, just in case it took her a bit longer to find the elevator this time around.

With the Apartments constantly changing about, it was always a hassle trying to find her way back. Mr. Crawling had managed to get into the habit of following her until she could find Mr. Hood or the elevator, whichever came first.

But this time, they ran into Mr. Hood first. The cloaked figure wielding an axe stopped just past the doorway ahead of them, glancing up stoically when they approached, but he understood them both to be friendly.

He knew the drill by now: the Elevator Girl was to be escorted to her destination safely.

Why? For no other reason than because she always asked him to.

He never really considered much other reason for what he did. It was almost like an instinct to him. An instinct to protect those who asked for help, and to swiftly deal with hostile threats as soon as possible. And that same instinct remained with him as he and the Elevator Girl eventually parted ways with Mr. Crawling to begin their journey through the labyrinthine structure.

But while he didn't usually care much for the passage of time, he would glance over upon hearing her yawn. That's right; they were still a human.

"Need rest?" he asked, to which the Elevator Girl gave a weak smile and nod.

"Yeah... I think we've been walking for over an hour at this point. It's a good thing time seems to stop while I'm in here, or I'm not sure if I'd ever be able to make a living and keep doing all this..." she rambled a little. Though upon realizing Mr. Hood was unresponsive, she let out a somewhat shy giggle.

"Sorry. I speak my language again. I know you not understand."

His empty hood stared in her direction for a few moments before looking back up ahead.

"...your language. What 'you' name?"

The Elevator Girl blinked, her eyes widening as she quickly realized what he was asking. Was he really wanting to learn her language? She felt it was a bit of a tall order, considering it was much more complicated than this world's language. But... she'd give it a try.

She pointed to Mr. Hood. "You." She pointed to herself. "Me."

Mr. Hood let out something that sounded like a quick exhale. But there was a warmth to it, as if it were released from behind a small smile. Was this perhaps his attempt at a laugh? It was only after she said those two words that she realized that this was exactly how he taught her those specific words to her in the first place, which had her giggling a bit to herself as well.

Her little mini-lesson would continue until they'd come across a door, leading into a small room with a couch, a bed, and a beanbag chair. The Elevator Girl recognized this as a place that she, Mr. Crawling, and Mr. Chopped went to once, and let out a small sigh as she took off her shoes, placing them at the edge of the bed before crawling on top.

"You rest. I sit awake, look for hostile," he assured her, going to take a seat on the sofa, his axe firmly in his shadowy hand.

The Elevator Girl still wasn't completely sure what Mr. Hood's body was comprised of. She knew he seemed to have no solid body under the hood, other than some mysterious 'squishy substance', but she wasn't sure what else to make of him.

But, in the end, all she cared about was that he was a reliable protector, and she couldn't help but smile as she laid down in the bed.

"Thank you. Goodnight."

Mr. Hood was silent for a moment, regarding her in the quiet and peace of the room before giving a light nod in return. "Goodnight."

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Gap

Admittedly, of all the residents in the Ghost Apartments, Mr. Gap wasn't particularly the Elevator Girl's favorite. She never found Mr. Gap's requests for body parts to be particularly funny or amusing, though Mr. Gap always seemed to think otherwise. She still couldn't understand what he did with them.

At least with things like fingers or hearts, she could assume he might eat those, seeing as most residents seemed to live off a meat and blood diet. But what of his request for hair? What did he do with that? Or were those sort of requests only for when he actually wanted to do something nice for free, but couldn't bring himself to do it without being weird about it?

Either way, he was a tough resident to pin down. As such, he was usually close to last on her route. Sometimes she wouldn't see him at all. Or, more inconveniently, he'd find her while she was still in the living world, and she'd end up panicking trying not to get him caught talking to her. It was more for her own safety than his, as he could easily slip away while she had to deal with any consequences.

Today, he'd caught her just as she was about to enter the hallways that led to the elevator. She'd just left Mr. Hood behind, as he knew as well as she did by now that there would be no more hostiles from this point forward. Whether or not he thought Mr. Gap was a 'hostile' was still unclear. The Elevator Girl wasn't even sure if the two had formally met yet.

But before she knew it, she caught sight of him through a broken -- filter? vent? -- and approached him with a slight roll to her eyes.

"Hello again, Mr. Gap. What you want?" she asked in a lightly exasperated tone, right hand holding the handle of the nearly empty wagon while her left hand rested on her hip.

The mischievous gremlin grinned as he pulled out a magazine from the darkness. "Fun lots of paper~."

She sighed, "Of course. Another article from the supernatural gossip. Who would've guessed? And what do you want for it this time?" She crossed her arms, giving him an un-amused look. "Again. What you want?"

He held out his open left hand expectantly. "Two finger."

"Really? You're going to ask me for that sort of thing NOW?" she groaned, rubbing the back of her head underneath her cap. Luckily, thanks to Silvair's research, she'd long since learned that while she was in this 'other world', it was possible for her to regenerate fairly quickly. She'd attempted to do some light testing back in the realm of the living, but it seemed like her healing factor returned as soon as she was back in the real world, even if she was still in the Ghost Apartments.

"One finger," she haggled, watching as Mr. Gap's face turned from giddiness to slight annoyance.

"One finger...?" he repeated, mulling over her counter-offer. But eventually his mood seemed to lighten a bit. The Elevator Girl could only assume he was happy that anyone was willing to humor his offer at all.

"One finger. Give," he insisted, to which she sighed and looked away while offering up her left hand to the hole in the wall.

"Just because I agreed to this doesn't mean I'm happy about it..." she huffed. But she also knew that, more often than not, the articles and information that Mr. Gap ended up finding was usually helpful information. Other times, it was just him bragging about his infamy as a spooky ghost.

With a flinch, a yelp, and a bloody snap, her left index finger was gone. Although she didn't need to, she quickly grabbed a small roll of gauze to cover the gaping wound. Even if it would regenerate quickly enough, she still didn't want to risk getting blood on her clothes right now. Her tear-filled eyes narrowed slightly at Mr. Gap in annoyance.

"Alright, you've got your payment. What is it you want to show me?" she asked. And as soon as she did, Mr. Gap flipped the page open, revealing an article about 'the man with the red umbrella'. She stepped a little closer, attempting to read it in the dim light.

At first, she thought it nothing new. The rumors and the ghost stories that were spreading about Mr. Scarletella were old hat by now. But what WAS new was a theory about how his story originated.

Apparently there was speculation that he was a man who used to live in the area, known for his red umbrella. A friendly foreigner who people didn't mind seeing, but would never really approach or try to befriend. Some people claim to still see him to this day.

Others claim he was a ruthless landlord who drained tenants dry, killing those who couldn't pay rent to sate his own twisted bloodlust.

It did have the gears turning in the Elevator Girl's head. Silvair did speculate that a good chunk of the residents in the Ghost Apartments were all human once. Their lives had been long forgotten, including his own, but that didn't mean the living world completely forgot them. Perhaps Scarletella was also one of those.

"You like? Happy?" he asked as she finally leaned back with a small sigh and reluctant smile.

"...I like. Oh, and here..." She pulled out a handmade pamphlet of notes she'd taken on the Ghost Apartments' language, handing it to Mr. Gap. "You want learn my language, correct?"

Mr. Gap was more than pleased to receive the handwritten pamphlet, grinning ear to ear as he nodded to her in response.

"Thank you! Thank you! I leave! See you again!"

And that was the last she saw of him for the day. She'd sigh, silently rolling back forward through the corridors. She'd stick around long enough for her finger to grow back before finally heading into the elevator to exit back to her own world.

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Alastor from Hazbin Hotel as Mr. Scarletella from Homicipher.

Because why not. XD

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Scarletella

Another rainy day. It was the only time she could come here. Sometimes she hoped things would go smoothly. Sometimes she hoped that people would be smart enough to stay away from the mysterious decrepit building that seems to appear out of nowhere on a rainy day.

Especially when it was so dark, so late.

But there would always be idiots, drunks, and the easily influenced. And tonight, was one of those very gruesome nights.

The Elevator Girl had just finished piling up her deliveries right beside the elevator door, her clear raincoat still dripping with raindrops when she heard something that made her skin crawl.

Footsteps. Someone else was here.

She gasped, wheeling around to see down the hall, a stumbling large shadow approaching.

"I know you're in here you freak! Come out here where I can--!" The angry voice halted as the man turned the corner to spot the Elevator Girl, beer bottle in hand.

"Oh... oh you're not him. Hey... you haven't seen a creep in all red, have you? Freakin' weirdo... What's a cute little thing like you even doing here?" he asked with a malicious smirk on his face, as if he'd just found a new target.

Her light blue eyes widened in fear.

No. No, no, not like this. I don't need to do this again. Please don't make me do it.

"St-stay back! I'm warning you! Don't come any closer! Just leave! Go away!" she practically screamed, backing away as the larger man drew closer.

"Aww, no need to be scared. Just wanna have a little talk--"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before he noticed something was immediately different in the woman's stance. Behind her dark bangs, her previously light blue eyes had turned a bright red. And out from underneath her coat she pulled out a crowbar, whipping it around and smacking him straight across the face.

She didn't hold back, no matter how much he screamed, no matter how much he begged. Her feelings of self-preservation and fear had turned into gleeful malevolence. A grin plastered onto her face as she continued to hit the body long after it had stopped moving. It was only after the edges of her raincoat were stained with blood that she let out a loud maniacal laugh up to the heavens, eyes wide with a madness and bloodlust.

But it wasn't long before she suddenly stopped, slowly turning to see him.

'The Man with the Red Umbrella'.

Even though his eyes were hidden, she could see his pleased smile from where she stood. She slowly took a few steps towards him, her own maniacal grin slowly calming to more of a smirk.

"Cheeky... you led him right here, didn't you? I guess I should thank you. I haven't had this much fun in a looong time... Goody-Two Shoes has been making sure of that. But maybe next time... pick someone who'll actually struggle, okay?"

Mr. Scarletella let out a soft, distorted chuckle at the bloodthirsty woman's request, teleporting closer so that their noses were nearly touching.

"Understood. You like. I happy. Give name?"

She scoffed, not even flinching when he stood there, his void-like eyes filling her vision.

"You mistake me for someone who can easily be swayed. It's gonna take more than a few fun targets to get me to give my name to you. Maybe if you had asked the 'other me', she would've given in. Not me, though." She'd finally step back, turning her back to him as she opened up the elevator and started to pull the red wagon inside.

"As usual, the body's all yours. Pleasure doing business with you."

She'd turn to face the doors as she went to press the button. Mr. Scarletella would only tilt his head ever so slightly as the elevator door closed between them.

Only a few seconds later did her eyes turn light blue, letting out a gasp as if she'd been holding her breath and she leaned against the wall of the elevator for support. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes as she stared at nothing.

There's no escaping it is there? He won't let me back in unless I pay that fee. That's why he led him here. He knew I wouldn't be able to resist as soon as I was in peril. He knew I had to. I just can't...

I can't escape.

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Crawling

Her first stop on the route. Or more accurately, the first one to greet her as soon as the elevator doors opened. It really did never seem like he ever left that spot whenever she left. The Elevator Girl would've thought he would've considered sticking around Mr. Chopped and Mr. Silvair's area for safety reasons, or perhaps tagging along with Mr. Hood to try and help others in case there were other live humans down here.

But no, there he was, not even giving her a moment to greet him first before he immediately pounced on her. Despite him usually looking so small while he was crawling, the Elevator Girl knew all too well how much he loomed over her when standing up. This meant that his pounce practically pinned her to the back of the elevator, long lanky arms wrapped around her as he laughed giddily.

"You! You! I happy you return!" he joyfully announced as she laughed in response, gently patting on his shoulders. He truly was so adorable when he got like this. Still, she couldn't let him think she wasn't appreciative of his affection, so she gave him a quick, very tight squeeze around his mid-section before finally letting go to smile up at him.

"I know, I know! I happy see you again!" she giggled, gently pushing at his shoulder to motion for him to finally let her out of the elevator. Once he complied, she was able to wheel out her red wagon, filled with boxes upon boxes of items to be delivered to the various residents of the Ghost Apartments.

"You safe? You happy? Where go?" Mr. Crawling asked, tilting his head. Although she'd gone into the elevator and come back a few times before by now, he still wasn't completely sure of what this other place was that she was going to. Either way, he was always more than grateful that she was coming back to speak with him. More friendly faces and voices was always welcome in his book.

The Elevator Girl hummed in thought, trying to think of the best way to answer his question. Due to the highly restrictive nature of the language, certain concepts were still highly difficult to convey. Still, she thought herself clever enough to at least attempt to get the general gist across.

"Hmm... I safe. I happy. I go... 'object-give' room," she eventually settled on. How else would she describe her place of employment? It was a large delivery company, where she specifically worked at a fulfillment warehouse where all the various items that were being sold were packed up, sealed, and sorted to be delivered. "Lots, lots of object. I pick up object, lots of object. Give other people object." She blinked before grinning turning to rummage through the boxes to open one up. "Want to see object I give you?"

Mr. Crawling immediately gasped, pointing to himself as if in disbelief. "Give me object?" he clarified.

She giggled, "Correct, you."

It wasn't long before she pulled out a beautiful ornamental comb, topped off with an intricate fake blue flower on top. As she showed it to Mr. Crawling, he tilted his head slightly.

There was something oddly familiar about the object, but he just couldn't place it. He certainly couldn't name it. But if the Elevator Girl thought he'd like it, he would accept it graciously. After all, it wasn't every day he received a gift of any sort.

"Object...?" he asked quietly.

She smiled warmly at him with a light nod, walking up to him. "Cute object."

With that, she gently placed it in his hair, stepping back to admire the image. His hair was still a bit of a mess, but at least the blue flower seemed to make him seem a bit more handsome? Beautiful? She wasn't sure what the proper would for it would be. But there was one she knew he would understand.

"You cute," she giggled.

He immediately understood, laughing along with her in response.

"I cute! Thank you!"

The two laughed and enjoyed each other's company as she slowly started to walk down the halls, Mr. Crawling following not too far behind. Now for her to make her rounds to everyone she knew...

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Okay it's pretty obvious the first two are Crawling and Scareletella, so I'll go ahead and post those now XD. So far third place is always flopping between Hood/Machete/Gap, and poor Silvair is in last. XD

But as I mentioned before, will get to all of the guys named in the poll eventually. XP

Thinking I'll do a doodle and a light drabble about each of these. But to help get me started, I'd like to hear which one you'd like to see best. Or if your pick isn't on here, feel free to leave a reply lol.

Even better if there's an obvious ranking so I know which ones to do next after the first one lol.

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Thinking I'll do a doodle and a light drabble about each of these. But to help get me started, I'd like to hear which one you'd like to see best. Or if your pick isn't on here, feel free to leave a reply lol.

Even better if there's an obvious ranking so I know which ones to do next after the first one lol.

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Omg just saw the animal requests/challenge! If you're still doing it can you draw a blue ringed octopus and maybe even add a little out back hat (the stereotypical australian hats) lol

I know this is super late but octopi are hard lol. I had no idea where to start to make sense of it XP

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More Elevator Girl MC headcanons:

Works at a delivery company similar to Amazon

Has the supernatural ability to know when it’s going to rain and for how long

Uses this information to plan out deliveries to the Ghost Apartments

Sometimes if someone is there when she’s delivering packages, she’ll take ‘em out as part of the delivery

Scarletella rewards her by ensuring that her visits to the Apartments are mostly safe for her to traverse, though it’s never a guarantee

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