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[nicksies1]

I actually clear out all my notes and publish unpublished stuff, drafts and other stuff.

This is the death list for house of entities that was going to be used for the danganronpa chapter.

None of them really died. Everyone who "died" got secretly kidnapped and placed in a room to watch the remaining "survivors".

List under the cut

Tien Vu gets killed by Cordelia via Decapitation.

Was it an accident? No.

Cordelia gets exposed and executed via Crushed to Death.

Casimir gets killed by Hanako via Boiling.

Was it an accident? Yes.

Hanako doesn't get exposed and survives.

Angela gets killed by Nick via Decapitation.

Was it an accident? No.

Nick doesn't get exposed and survives.

Asterion gets killed by Cyrus via Starving in Isolation.

Was it an accident? Yes.

Cyrus gets exposed and executed via Hanging.

Enoch gets killed by Rene via an entity.

Was it an accident? Yes.

Rene gets exposed and executed via Boiling.

Sebastian gets killed by Scylla via Turret Shooting.

Was it an accident? No.

Scylla gets exposed and executed via Burning.

Garpol gets killed by Hanako via Hanging.

Was it an accident? No.

Hanako gets exposed and executed via Freezing to Death.

Roxy gets killed by Nick via Burning

Was it an accident? Yes.

Nick doesn't get exposed and survives.

Aegis gets killed by Adeline via Impaling.

Was it an accident? Yes.

Adeline gets exposed and executed via Stoning.

Glow gets killed by Osiris via an Entity.

Was it an accident? No.

Osiris gets exposed and executed via Electric Shocks.

Amilia gets killed by Sever via Radiation.

Was it an accident? No.

Sever doesn't get exposed and survives.

Nick gets killed by Sever via Faked Suicide.

Was it an accident? Yes.

Sever gets exposed and executed via Poisoning.

Allo gets killed by Sasha via Cut in Pieces by Ventilation

Was it an accident? No.

Sasha gets exposed and executed via Suffocating.

Nautilea gets killed by Sol via an entity.

Was it an accident? No.

Sol gets exposed and executed via Explosion.

Painter gets killed by Tapu via Infection.

Was it an accident? No.

Tapu doesn't get exposed and survives.

Sluggle gets killed by Yuri via Freezing to death.

Was it an accident? Yes.

Yuri doesn't get exposed and survives.

Cheshire gets killed by Yuri via Falling.

Was it an accident? No.

Yuri gets exposed and executed via Electro Shocks.

Tapu gets killed by Violet via Burying Alive.

Was it an accident? No.

Violet doesn't get exposed and survives.

Security gets killed by Hanahaki via Radiation.

Was it an accident? Yes.

Hanahaki gets exposed and executed via Radiation.

Violet gets killed by Capricorn via Crushing.

Was it an accident? No.

Capricorn gets killed by Nick the Mastermind.

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I'm taking stuff I once said and turn them into incorrect quotes for your ocs.

slightly nsfw under the cut

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Allo: I don't know who this gentleman named Gordon is but he can pack his Ramsay after seeing my deep frying skills!

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Cordelia: *suffers in pain after hitting her leg*

Sasha: Have you tried turning your legs off and on?

Also Sasha: I'm like the tech support for humans.

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Angela: I am here to listen, what exactly do you have against Urbanshade?

Sebastian: ...Trauma.

Angela: Trauma?

Sebastian: Trauma.

Angela: Trauma. You explain it as it I was live with you in that moment.

Sebastian: Well, I wanted...

Angela: You wanted...

Sebastian: Grilled Cheese.

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Nick: I am home!

Roxy: Welcome home!

Nick: Not the reaction I expected. I thought you would say something like...

Roxy: What did you expect?

Nick: Time to kick you out again.

Roxy: I have never kicked you out!

Nick: I stan that. Totally pog.

Roxy: Time to kick you out.

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Casimir: Allo, this is a multiple choice question. How do you eat cereals?

A. First Cereals, then Milk.

B. First Milk, then Cereals.

C. Just Cereals.

D. Having a bowl for both and putting cereals on a spoon to carefully dip them in a bowl of milk so the other cereals won't get soggy.

E. Putting everything in a mixer and drink it like a shot.

F. First est the cereals, then the milj and finally do a breakdance to mix it in your stomach.

G. Eat Cereals with another liquid.

H. You don't eat them but sniff them through your nose.

I. You don't eat cereals.

Allo: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

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Hanako: I like the new friend Nick found, it's cute.

Osiris: Who?

Hanako: The one you called ugly.

Hanako: *holds up wall dweller*

Osiris: Oh that ugly thing...

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Cheshire: Look Asterion, I made a drawing!

*holds up eyefestation art but eyefestation has legs and gorgeous red latex heals*

Asterion: Goodnight. *Never comes back again after leaving*

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Cordelia: I just go and die. Having the crystal and an escape route but it's worthless without Painter.

Sasha: FUCK PAINTER

Cordelia: What.

Sasha: FUCK

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Sebastian: Sorry, it's is like very inappropriate to just call someone you don't know and then spam him full to the brim.

Basically anyone that has a crush on him: Wait...You mean...you break up with me??

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Violet: Let’s both count to 3 and stop this discussion here.

Nautilea: 3

Violet: 2

Nautilea: ⅔

Violet: ⅓

Nautilea: 0,11

Violet: 0,01

Nautilea: 0,00001½

Violet: 0,01*00001

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Angela: JUST A REMINDER! That I'm always here for you and you don't need to hesitate to say something (only if you want to)

I only tell this to you by the way!

Painter: I'm lerning a new language

Painter: 01001001 01110100 01110011 01000010 01101001 01101110 01100001 01110011 01111010 01101100 01101100

Angela: Yay! I don't understand it tho—

Painter: 01110011 01100001 01100100

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Sasha about Sebastian: I mean he choses homicide while I'd prefer suicide but I guess that is a matter of preference

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Everyone: Damn Casimir, you are literally a good friend pffp

Casimir: I need to buy a dictionary and make dictionary asmr

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Violet about Sebastians shop:

It's a fever dream and you own a supermarket

you sell stuff

and unbox stuff

to sell stuff

to buy stuff

to unbox stuff

to sell stuff

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Sasha: hehehehe

Sasha: god

Sasha: I now realize how many stupid things I said to people

Sebastian: HUH YOU TALKED ABOUT SUCKING GHOST DICK TODAY, WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THAT NOW????

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Hanako to Allo: *Shows an entire stock of sponges that is enough for a lifetime* Not even this amount of sponges can soak up the low dick energy you have*

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Allo: It's a taking and giving. I cook and angela serves. Fair deal.

Roxy: Her serving is prob better than your cooking dude

Allo: Fuck you!

Roxy: I will!

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I would add other ocs too but the quotes felt way too ooc to add the others

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So many people like Nick and it’s amazing hehehehe WILL POST CHAPTER 2 SOON!!!!

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One last post, and this is important.

Regards the House of Entities:

It is a crack fanfiction, it is unrealistic and aims at comedy, jokes and funny scenarios. Everyone inside this fanfiction is an ooc version of theirself, call it a parody of the original ocs and I do not want to see any hate against a single one of the other oc creators.

House of Entities is on another level than the Streamer AU, AASB or even the regular one-shots.

An example: House of Entities Sasha is faaar away from being the same as canon Sasha. They are two different versions of the same person. Please keep that in mind for the other ocs.

And I do not allow people to justify their opinion by adding my name to it. I wouldn't use an OC or an creation from someone else when I wouldn't like the character. Characters like Cordelia, Allo and Angela for example have so much love and lore that it amazes me everytime to see new stuff about them. So do not put words in my mouth or spread misinformation. I can and will go against that by speaking out.

You can go ahead and judge my works all you want but do not judge other ocs just because of something I wrote.

[nicksies1]

GUESS WHO ENDED UP NOT DOING HER UNI WORK!!!!!!!!!! anyways, more pressure ocs .:}

all of em belong to @nicksies1 (z-15 — the medusa), @nomnayuii (elanie <3)

and the last two by @kokonmc and @trojanhorseleftbackhoove respectively (z-257-1 and z-257-v, MY YOREKERERERS HEHEHEH <3)

[nicksies1]

Should I write chapter 2 of my story…..

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Should I write chapter 2 of my story…..

[nicksies1]

Failed Dream, Failed Future.

Chapter 1

(Second divider credits: @//turtlemurmurs)

He’d always been careful. Always had a high reputation and tried to be as friendly and professional as he could.

He worked extremely hard to keep his job and he didn’t want to lose it. He didn’t want to lose his reputation. He didn’t want to lose his dream.

Urbanshade, the company he worked for, had recently started a new project. It was about mixing sea animals’ DNA with human DNA. It was one of his suggestions and he was more than happy that it had been approved.

He has been working on his own project too, but he didn’t know what else he could add, so he needed the information from this project to do it.

Which is why he had volunteered to be the scientist in charge for it.

Nick tapped his pen against his clipboard as he stared down at it, carefully reading through everything one more time.

He had to visit Sebastian Solace. The..subject..he had to watch over and test. Technically he didn’t have to, but he was really invested in the process. He needed lots of research for his experiment, so this was the only way.

Plus he didn’t mind talking to the subject, it was a nice change of pace compared to the annoying and cocky guardsmen he usually talked to. Even though the subject hated his guts.

He calmly walked out of his laboratory and through Urbanshade’s corridors, his clipboard gripped tightly between his arm and chest, his gaze firm.

As he walked, he didn’t notice the person standing near his destination, until they spoke up.

“Hey Nick, you gonna visit that freak again?”

They pulled Nick out of his thoughts, making him stop and turn around to see who it was.

A guardsman.

He hated those. They were so arrogant and irritating and he always had to change his way of speaking when alone with some of them, because they were too stupid to understand his vocabulary.

“Oh yeah, just have to do some checkups and tests again. Kinda don’t want to, but I’m the only one who can get something out of him without too much force.”

He calmly lied, making eye contact.

The guardsman froze for a moment, but then smirked again, getting a bit closer to Nick. Too close for comfort.

“Do ya need some help? Who knows what that weirdo could do to you!”

Nick fixed his glasses and slightly lowered his head.

“I appreciate the concern, but no thank you. The subject is aware that if he harms me, he will face harsh consequences.”

The guardsman rolled their eyes and walked away, saying a quick “good luck with that freak!” before disappearing around the corner.

Nick rolled his eyes, he didn’t care about any of the guardsmen. They were just coworkers.

He glanced at his clipboard again and then made his way towards the room where Sebastian was being kept in.

Once the coast was clear, he inserted his keycard into the door and listened to it closing behind him. Finally. He sighed and looked at the tube in-front of him, walking down the stairs to face it.

“Hey Sebastian. Missed me?” He greeted, a smirk on his face as he glared at the man in the tube.

“Fuck off.“ He spat back, a deep hatred in his voice.

Nick didn’t react to it and shrugged, writing observations in his clipboard.

Once he was done, he pulled out a voice recorder and began to speak.

“The Subject has made impressive improvements. Fins and Gils have become clear now and blue spots are starting to form on his skin.”

He stopped recording and continued. “Subject seems to still be a pain in the ass though, need to improve that.”

Sebastian didn’t like what Nick said, but he chose to not say anything and just grumbled, avoiding the scientist’s gaze.

“Be careful. I’m going to let you out again and inspect you further. We’ll get you something to eat afterwards.”

Nick informed him, staring at his clipboard yet again as he carefully read the instructions on how to open the tube.

Usually he’d call a guardsman in to open it, but he didn’t feel like it this time.

He made his way to the code pad next to the tube, carefully inputting the code he received from an elite guardsman.

Nick placed his clipboard on the table, then grabbed a pair of gloves from his coat and put them on. He watched as the water from the tube drained and Sebastian slowly lost consciousness.

The glass opened and Sebastian’s now unconscious body fell out. Nick quickly caught it and fully got him out of the tube. He was careful. He couldn’t afford to let such a huge project get hurt.

Sebastian slowly got his consciousness back, groaning as he squinted his eyes.

He glanced down and quickly realized the situation he was in and moved away from Nick, clearly uncomfortable.

Nick didn’t care and just shrugged in response, taking his gloves off and walking towards a drawer.

He had better things to do than care if his subjects were clothed or not.

As he bent over to get the clothes, Sebastian glanced towards his direction, immediately looking away in embarrassment.

God what am I doing.

“I organized these clothes for you. Can’t have you walking around this place in your underwear.” He said smugly, a shit-eating grin on his face as he handed Sebastian the clothes and a towel.

Nick turned around, respecting Sebastian’s privacy. Something the other guardsmen and scientists were too egoistic to do. Although they weren’t fully wrong for doing it, Sebastian had been arrested for murdering 9 people, so it was good to be careful.

After a while, he coughed awkwardly, signaling that he was done.

“Good. We can get going now. First we’ll go to the laundry room and then the cafeteria. Understood?”

Sebastian nodded. He didn’t want to say anything at the moment.

Nick opened the door and signaled for Sebastian to step outside first so he can lock up.

They both walked through the halls and past the cells. Some stared at Sebastian with a hint of fear in their eyes, and some glared at him with disgust.

He sighed and kept walking, hoping he could just get this over with.

Finally they arrived at the laundry room and Nick showed him where to put his dirty clothes in.

Then they went to the cafeteria. It was quite loud as many people were there. Some scientists and guardsmen were on break, some prisoners were being forced to eat different kinds of..meals…

Nick made eye contact with one of his old subjects, who glared at him and gave him the finger. Nick smirked and looked at the guardsman next to him, whispering something to them and sending them to his ex-subject.

Sebastian didn’t dare to look at the prisoner and guardsman, but he could tell what had happened after he heard a loud scream.

“Why did you stop, Sebastian?” Nick asked, his voice cold.

Immediately he kept going, walking to a guardsman who led them both to the kitchen.

As sweat dripped off his forehead, he made himself a mental note to NEVER mess with Nick.

Inside the room were a few scientists, writing stuff into their clipboards and discussing their findings with each other.

Sebastian gulped. He didn’t want to eat whatever mutated shit he was about to get, but he knew that resisting was just plain stupid.

Nick noticed his worry, but there were too many people around so he couldn’t do anything. If he was being honest, he probably wouldn’t do anything anyway.

He picked up the plate with Sebastian’s food and looked at the other staff, who nodded at him.

“Here’s your food. We should hurry up if you don’t want to eat it cold.” He demanded, handing Sebastian the plate, who took it without hesitation.

They both returned to ‘Sebastian’s room’. Nick watched as Sebastian nervously placed the plate on the table. He felt bad for scaring him. But then again, it’s not like Sebastian’s opinion on him is important. He’s just another one of Urbanshade’s lab rats.

And he’s a murderer too. Although Nick wasn’t too sure if he actually committed that crime, given how suspicious the trial was. But it wasn’t his job to investigate it.

“Wait a second. I need to put this in.” He reached for a small test tube from his coat’s pocket and poured the blue liquid onto the food.

Then he glanced at Sebastian, who had a look of discomfort and disgust on his face.

“You a picky eater?” He teased, nudging his elbow with a grin.

“Fuck off..uh, sh-shut up. Please.”

Nick couldn’t help but giggle at what Sebastian said. He really was scared of Nick, it was kind of endearing.

God. He was so weird for that.

“Alright, alright.” He stared at the food. “You can eat now.”

Sebastian grimaced at the sight of the meal in front of him, but sucked it up and took a bite.

And once he had swallowed it he realized that

It was..good?

He took another bite and another and so on.

As he kept eating more and more, Nick began taking notes. He knew that he had to wait a while for the effects to kick in, so he observed Sebastian and waited.

Finally, he had eaten the whole thing and turned to Nick, watching as he scribbled on his clipboard.

“Uh..what next?” He carefully asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“You can sit down if you want to or do whatever, I guess. I need to wait for the changes to happen. Tell me when you feel something.”

And with that, Nick turned around and sat down.

Sebastian looked at him one more time and then did as Nick said, taking a seat on the chair next to the now empty plate.

He didn’t know what to do, so he looked at his ring. A soft smile grew on his face as he started fidgeting around with it, the ring gave him hope. The thought of his family and wife gave him hope.

He missed her dearly. How long has it been since he’s last seen her? 2 or 3 years? Maybe more? He didn’t know anymore. It’s been far too long, that’s for sure.

He missed her so much, he didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. All of this was going to drive him insane, but the ring kept him from losing his mind. It was the only reason he was still living and letting Nick and the others experiment on him.

Nick wasn’t as harsh and shitty as the others were, but he was nothing like his wife. His wife was sweet and she loved him just as much as he loved her. Although he could tell that Nick was treating him as nice as he could (or well, wanted to.)

He was seen as a criminal after all. Even though he didn’t murder those 9 people. But no one cares enough to find out the truth and listen to him, there was too much false evidence pointed at him.

“Hey, uh..Nick.” Sebastian nervously muttered.

Nick turned around and looked at him, a hum leaving his lips as he waited patiently.

“Do you have a husband or wife or anything?”

He wants to make small talk. How sweet.

“Nope. I’d have to quit this job and shit if I ever dated someone. Plus I don’t really believe in this whole love shit anymore.” He immediately answered, awkwardly chuckling.

“Really? Why, did your ex treat you like shit?” Sebastian joked, although it came off really rude.

Nick slightly glared at him and raised a brow.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what happened.” He replied coldly.

He was a little pissed. What was his problem? He was lucky that Nick didn’t treat him like his old subjects!

“No need to be pissed at me, ‘ts not my fault that you don’t have a wife as loving as mine.” He chuckled, raising both of his hands in defense.

He had enough. Nick angrily flipped through a folder and grabbed something from it.

“Oh? Does a wife who still love you get remarried after only 2 years of not seeing you?” He asked smugly, showing a picture of Sebastian’s ex-wife and her new husband at their wedding.

“Oh and this is their child, Wendy. She’s a few months old.” He pulled out another picture.

Sebastian was quiet. A look of pure shock on his face. Was he hearing this right? Was he seeing this right? There was no way. Right? They vowed that they’ll love each other forever! Did all of that mean nothing to her?

He didn’t move, he couldn’t move. He was so in shock that all he could do was breathe heavily and stare at nothing. He was so hurt.

Nick noticed how hurt he was and he felt guilty for telling him, but it wasn’t his responsibility. He was only here for testing and observing.

“I’m..sorry for uh, showing you this. I was supposed to keep this hidden.”

Nick awkwardly apologized, putting the pictures back in the folder. He shouldn’t feel bad.

Hidden?

“H-hidden? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HIDE THIS SHIT FROM ME?!”

He was enraged, his eyes showed how full of pain and rage he was. Nick almost felt intimidated.

“Uh- yeah. Yes. It’s not like you could do anything about it anyway. You’re stuck here forever. We all are. It’s the sad truth.”

Stuck.

He laughed at that. He really was stuck here. He was a prisoner, a lab rat and nothing more. Just because he got framed for a crime he never committed.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his head, it was as if something was trying to get out of his skin. He groaned and almost screamed as he fell to his knees, holding his forehead in pain.

Nick quickly ran over to him and watched as Sebastian screamed as a rod (or scientifically speaking, an Illicium) grew out of his forehead. The light from the Esca illuminated the already bright room, and Sebastian could only groan and hold back tears.

Nick grabbed his clipboard and immediately began to take notes of the sight in front of him. He only needed a few more notes and he could finally continue with his own project.

He zoned back in and took a step back, placing his clipboard in his coat and approaching Sebastian again.

“Is the pain gone?” Nick questioned, carefully looking at Sebastian.

The latter didn’t respond and just kept groaning and holding his new limb. Just great.

The scientist understood what that meant and started to make a voice recording.

“The subject has gained a new limb. An Illicium and a functional Esca. Will continue to observe.”

Sebastian had finally stopped groaning and sat back down in the chair again, glaring at Nick, who looked at him with an unreadable expression on his face.

“This week is going to be the last week with me. I did my part.” He leaned against the table and crossed his arms.

“Originally someone else was supposed to be with you from today on, but I convinced everyone to let me have one more week.”

Sebastian’s fins perked up as he heard Nick talk. Why would he do that?

A voice in Sebastian’s head told him that Nick might believe in him and his truth, but he knew that couldn’t be the case.

They made eye contact.

“W-we should continue with the test now. I need to inspect you, since you’ve made a huge change.” Nick said, breaking the eye contact and looking at his clipboard nervously.

This was such inappropriate behavior. He shouldn’t be nervous like this. That man is on death row!

“Er- please stand up.” He coughed, grabbing a needle filled with yet another blue liquid.

“This might hurt a bit.”

This time the blue substance was really light. Sebastian gulped nervously while he did as Nick said.

Slowly, Nick injected Sebastian with the blue liquid and watched as he grimaced in pain.

He didn’t say anything and just took his clipboard out, taking a few notes. Nick read through his clipboard and realization hit him once he saw what he forgot to do.

“Fuck.” He turned to Sebastian.

“Please take your shirt off next, I need to check on something.” He asked, fixing his glasses in embarrassment.

“Uh. Okay, yeah.“ At this point Sebastian knew that it was best if he just did what Nick told him.

Nick stepped back again and watched as he took his shirt off, trying to suppress a grin.

He got closer to Sebastian and took a look at his chest, carefully examining the changes on him. He had gills under his chest and around his Neck. It was fascinating to Nick.

Something he also noticed was that Sebastian’s body was covered in blue spots, it looked pretty on him.

He slowly slid his thumb across one blue spot. It was cold and felt weird. It reminded him of a fish.

Sebastian’s breath hitched and he tensed up as he felt Nick’s hand on his chest. He was so slow and careful, examining his body as careful as possible. It gave him a sense of comfort.

After a while, Nick took out his clipboard again and began to take notes yet again. This information helped him a LOT with his own research.

“Okay. You can take the rest of your clothes off, I’ll be leaving for today and a different staff member is going to test you. Be careful, Sebastian.”

He had a warning tone in his speech, and Sebastian would’ve been stupid to not listen, so he nodded.

Nick smiled and nodded.

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” And with that, Sebastian was left alone.

Nick waited outside the door until the next scientist came. Once they arrived, they exchanged a few words and Nick handed them the notes he took.

After that, Nick made his way towards his own small laboratory and locked the door.

He was working on his own project, which was initially the only reason why he volunteered to test and observe Sebastian. He didn’t plan to get attached.

He took the gloves from a drawer and slid them on, making his way towards a pinboard filled with all kinds of notes and pictures.

His eyes scanned the entire pinboard and then switched to his clipboard. He always wrote down the notes he took of Sebastian twice, and he almost had enough notes. He just needed something, or someone to experiment it on.

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Oc lore coming up!!! Also its oc x Sebastian too so🔥🔥

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dont know where this image came from but im so obsessed. look at him. he is so polite. pretty princess.

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Please read.

This is a general post about a small thing that came up two or three times in the past.

It's not that dramatic but I would like to adress it anyways since it's something that's stressing me out when people mention it.

"You take too long to post."

"You didn't wrote my request."

I admit that the pace I started with has dropped and I took more time to actually come up with stuff, despite my writing schedule.

This now is not a try to justify myself or to nag at the people that request but I like to let you know why I haven't posted that much by sharing a glimpse into my personal life:

1. I am german and dyslexic, I take a lot of time to edit my stories, and I write them carefully. I do not have beta readers or anything else that checks my works for spelling errors, wrong grammar, or logic errors. Most of the time, I write a rough draft in german and translate it by myself into english, adding more key elements. I do not use any translation websites or any other tools to help me with that because it mostly changes how I want the sentences to sound.

2. I actually am a human with a private life.

I had to take a break from school due my mental health and dropped out for the year. Now I work a small side job as waitress. I work overtime to make ends meet. Writing is something like a hobby and I do it mostly on trains, busses or waiting in a parking lot when I come up with a draft. Only in the evenings or nights I find the time to sit on my laptop to form it into an actual 1k minimum story.

On top of that, I had a recent breakup and some stress among the family. I don't try to let my personal life affect the way I am on tumblr. But I have to admit that what I write is deeply connected with how I feel. Sunkissed for example was highly inspired by my past relationship. As Above So Below is a story where I deal with my own anxieties. What I write has a small part of me and it's what makes it so special. And I can't be writing all the time because there are more than enough situations where I can't even bring myself to eat three meals a day or do some chores.

3. My laptop and my Ipad are broken. My laptop is currently in repair, all my personal data including saved drafts, stories, ideas, the layout for AASB and personal pictures are GONE. My laptop will return in roughly 2-3 weeks. All I have left is my phone and let me tell you how gruesome it is to write stories on your phone. Especially when it's not a one day issue.

As stated above all my works have a minimum of 1k words. Most stories even reach inbetween 2-4k words and AASB has a minimum of 5k. Usually I write around 11k words a week minimum without requests counting.

4. Yes, I gave myself so much work. I decided to have so many on going projects myself and I work on it. But right now I just don't have the tools or the time to make everyone satisfied.

Thank you all for reading this. I just had to let this out of my head and I apologise for everyone that is unhappy, disappointed or angry at me. It's not something I can change right now and I can only ask you to have patience.

[nicksies1]

Drew Nick and Sebastian with this awesome base I found on twitter (you can find it from @/Deixilly)

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Chapter 2: The W in WcWonalds stands for Winning

Tags: Pure comedy

Words: 2,9k

“Allo, Allo. Allo! Pspspsps, Allo!” Casimir beamed brightly at the other man, holding up a small box labeled Paper Cups as if he’d just discovered the secret to life.

Allo, without lifting his head entirely from the ridiculously long newspaper that stretched halfway down the table, side-eyed Casimir and then glanced at the box. He raised an unimpressed eyebrow and sighed. “If you’re trying to sell me paper cups again, please know that I will dispose of them just like the last 23 you’ve tried to push on me.”

Casimir’s grin didn’t falter for even a second. In fact, it widened. He shook the box a little for emphasis. “Ah, but no, no, my friend. This is no ordinary box of paper cups. This is a box full of—”

“COKE!” Nick's voice suddenly boomed through the air, cutting Casimir off entirely. Nick barreled through a nearby patch of open water, waving frantically. “I WANT TO ORDER A COKE!”

In front of him, Cheshire was swimming as fast as possible, trying to escape whatever chaos Nick was trying to rope them into this time.

Casimir, still holding up the box, blinked and watched the scene unfold. He glanced at Allo, who hadn’t even bothered to look up from his paper.

“...Coke?” Casimir finally muttered, confused, before shaking it off and continuing his pitch. “Anyway, as I was saying, this box is full of—”

“I SAID, COKE!” Nick shouted again, now completely ignoring everyone else as he chased Cheshire around the water, determined to complete his non-existent order.

Casimir sighed dramatically, muttering under his breath. “Forget the paper cups. I should’ve invested in better staff members.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Allo raised an eyebrow, still clutching the ridiculously long newspaper but not actually reading it anymore. His tone was more of a dare than a question.

The inquiry alone set off a mischievous glint in Casimir’s eyes. Without hesitation, he shoved Allo off his seat and plopped down himself, ready to deliver a grand tale. “Ah, my friend, let me take you on a journey.”

And with that, a flashback started—whether anyone wanted it or not, everyone around them was suddenly pulled into it.

It was probably a Tuesday afternoon. Inside the community room, Sasha stood in the middle, notebook in hand, while Painter sat idly on top of a catering cart. Painter’s mobile body wasn’t quite ready yet, so Sasha, ever the problem-solver, had resorted to using the catering cart as his temporary mode of transportation.

“So, we should improve our quality of life by adding more human-like stuff,” Sasha declared, placing her notebook down on Painter, who quietly blinked.

Painter, who was basically a high-tech computer with personality, hummed thoughtfully. “The system suggests that a quality improvement for life would involve... good food. Good food is essential for a good atmosphere.”

Casimir’s voice echoed through the flashback, narrating as if this were an epic saga. “Ah, but of course, this suggestion was the catalyst for everything. The search for 'good food' began, and soon, chaos would follow.”

Back in the present, Allo had stopped pretending to care about the newspaper. He stared blankly at Casimir. "This is all about food?"

Casimir nodded solemnly, but before he could continue the saga, another loud “COKE!” came from Nick, still sprinting through the water, causing Cheshire to swim faster to escape.

"Of course, it always starts with food," Casimir said dramatically, pointing at Nick as if this proved his point entirely. "And ends with—"

Before Casimir could finish, Angela stormed into the scene, hands on her hips, glaring at everyone. "WHAT is going on here?! Do you think this is a playground?! Nick! Stop shouting about Coke! Cheshire, stop encouraging him! And you—" She pointed at Casimir, who tried his best to look innocent. "Stop throwing people off chairs and starting flashbacks without warning!"

Casimir blinked, then grinned sheepishly. "Oh... mother mode, activated."

“Ah, Allo, I’m sorry for startling you,” Angela’s tone switched in an instant, going from stern to soft and motherly. Amilia paddled up behind her, making her way onto land before plopping down next to Casimir.

Casimir pouted dramatically, folding his arms. “I wasn’t done—”

But Angela, ever so gently, took over, and like some sort of magical spell, we were all once again pulled into another flashback.

“I know the perfect source for good food,” Cordelia’s voice rang out confidently as she entered, a spotlight somehow illuminating her entrance. She strutted down a random set of stairs, stepping into the room with the energy of a magical girl lead. Without hesitation, she squished herself between Sasha and Painter, striking a pose. “McDonald's!”

“McDonald’s? We can’t do that. It has a copyright,” Painter deadpanned, his digital voice full of skepticism.

“WcWonalds...?” Sasha offered, her voice uncertain but filled with hope. The suggestion hit Cordelia like a revelation, her eyes lighting up in awe.

“WcWonalds!” Cordelia repeated, as if it were the most groundbreaking idea in existence.

Angela of the past, shook her head at the absurdity, watching the scene play out with a mixture of fondness and exasperation. "You all really are impossible." She sighed, but it was the kind of sigh a mother gives after realizing her kids are too far gone in their antics.

The flashback ended, and the moment Angela wanted to continue, another person came crashing into the room.

“Lord Commander, oh mighty WcWonalds leader, Casimir. René started a fire in the kitchen, innocent fries are burning.” Cyrus called out, his neat little WcWonalds uniform was now covered in soot.

Casimir blinked, before sighing. “What about the Walkie Talkie I gave you?”

“It fell victim to the fryer, it is now among the burning pommes.”

Casimir took the paper cup box, opened it and revealed a set of Walkie Talkies, sponsored by Sebastian. He threw a new one to Cyrus, not noticing that Angela snatched one for herself too out of the box.

Amelia wanted to grab one too, trying to fish one out with her mouth but Angela kept her in place, shaking silently her head.

The WcWonalds—formerly an abandoned cafeteria near the community room—had become a gathering spot for anyone seeking mischief or simply trying to avoid responsibilities. Dusty tables were half-cleaned, the counters lined with mismatched kitchen gadgets that looked like they'd been scavenged from a dump. The old sign out front, haphazardly covered with duct tape, now proudly read “WcWonalds,” a creation of Cordelia’s, still beaming over her brilliant copyright dodge.

Inside, chaos reigned as usual. Painter rolled around on his squeaky, upgraded cart, stationed behind the cash register, which refused to stay closed no matter how hard he tried. Cordelia, wearing a lampshade turned into a hat, was overseeing the operation with the air of someone who believed they were running a legitimate establishment. Meanwhile, Cheshire, who escaped Nick, sat at the counter, arms crossed and half-amused as he watched the antics unfold.

The whole group could stay at the restaurant without drying out thanks to the fact that most of the area is damaged, flooded or just naturally having water leaks.

"So, today’s special is...” Painter’s robotic voice paused dramatically as he calculated, “...whatever isn’t expired in the back fridge."

Cheshire leaned back, smirking. “Ah, the usual, then. Can’t wait to see what’s alive back there.”

René, wearing a firefighter’s helmet after their most recent mishap in the kitchen, walked in with a slightly dazed look on their face. They wails, afraid of setting anything else on fire.

Meanwhile Cordelia shouted: “Has anyone seen the toaster oven? I’m pretty sure it disappeared after I used it to heat up some fries.”

Security, leaning against the counter with her tail in a small bucket of water, waved her off. “It’s probably with the deep fryer. I saw it lurking under the sink last time I checked.”

“Right, the deep fryer incident,” Painter muttered, his mechanical voice tinged with guilt. “It... uh... exploded during ‘Experiment 12.’”

Sasha, sitting at a booth with her notebook, raised an eyebrow. “Wait, what was ‘Experiment 12’ again? I don’t have that one listed.”

“Oh, you missed that,” Cheshire replied dryly. “They wanted to see if you could fry fries twice and make them better. Spoiler alert: no.”

As the conversation carried on, René started rummaging through the kitchen, pulling out random items and tossing them aside in search of the toaster. A large jar of pickles rolled across the floor, narrowly missing Security's bucket.

Cordelia, taking her managerial role way too seriously, slapped her hands together. “Alright, people! Time to focus. What’s the WcWonalds slogan again?”

Painter beeped softly before saying, “We can’t get sued if we don’t sell anything.”

Cheshire chuckled. “That’s the spirit.”

A group of new "customers" wandered into WcWonalds, looking both curious and mildly confused. Asterion, with his usual stoic expression, led the way, followed by Tapu, who was already trying to hold back laughter at the sight of the makeshift restaurant. Hanako peered in shyly from the doorway with Yuri, still unsure about the whole situation, and Osiris trailed behind, looking far too regal for the mess she was about to step into.

Cordelia, now fully embracing her self-proclaimed manager status, puffed out her chest and called for order. She turned dramatically toward Security, who was leaning against the wall, half-asleep, with her arms crossed still in the same bucket.

“You! Nr. 7! Bring the customers to a table!” Cordelia ordered, finger pointing like an overly enthusiastic drill sergeant.

Security, who hadn’t moved a muscle in response, slowly raised an eyebrow and shifted her gaze to Cordelia. “Nr. 7? Did you just call me by a number?”

Without missing a beat, Cordelia nodded, clearly proud of herself. “Of course. It’s the official WcWonalds ranking system. You’re number seven.”

Security blinked, her expression unchanging. “And who decided I’m number seven?”

“I did. Obviously,” Cordelia said matter-of-factly. “Now, do your job, or you’ll be demoted to number... uh... 13. Which is bad.”

Security exhaled slowly, clearly unimpressed but too tired to argue. “And why, exactly, is being number 13 bad?”

Cordelia hesitated for a second. “Because... because... that’s the person who has to clean the fridge. And trust me, no one wants that job.”

Painter, from behind the register, beeped in agreement. “The probability of someone finding a sentient yogurt in there is approximately 73%. Proceed with caution.”

Tapu burst out laughing, slapping Asterion on the back. “Did you hear that? Sentient yogurt! I knew this place was special!”

Asterion, as stoic as ever, just grunted and found a seat, looking like a king who had been forced to dine in a peasant’s tavern. Osiris, meanwhile, eyed the tables with disdain before gingerly sitting down, making sure to inspect the chair first as if it might crumble beneath her.

Hanako, still lingering by the door, quietly murmured, “Is it safe in here?” While Yuri tried to spot an open seat that didn't scream danger.

Cheshire, who had been watching the whole interaction from the counter, leaned over and grinned. “Safe? Sure. But I wouldn’t drink anything from the soda machine. Last time we used it, it started spewing foam... and that was three weeks ago.”

Hanako blinked, now even more hesitant to step inside. “I... I’ll just sit by the window,” she mumbled, sliding into a booth far away from the chaos. Yuri followed her with a nod, feeling rather comfortable in the flooded part of the facility.

Cordelia, completely oblivious to the growing unease of her guests, clapped her hands. “Alright, everyone! We’re a well-oiled machine here! Number 7—uh, Security—get them some menus!”

Security just sighed and grabbed a pile of random, crumpled papers from behind the counter, tossing them on the nearest table. “Here. The ‘menu.’ Good luck.”

Tapu unfolded one of the papers and raised an eyebrow. “This is... a takeout flyer from a Chinese place. And it’s from last year.”

Cordelia beamed. “Exactly! Our food transcends time and space. We don't need real menus! Just... feel the vibe of what you want to eat like royalty. Customer is King.”

Painter whirred. “Vibes detected: 99% likelihood of disappointment.”

Osiris, completely unamused, stared down at the so-called "menu" before deadpanning, “I’m royalty. I do not 'feel the vibe' of my food. I expect a menu, and I expect service.”

Cordelia shot her with finger guns. “And that’s exactly what you’re gonna get! Just... not today.”

At that, Tapu couldn’t hold it in anymore. She slapped her hand on the table, cackling. “This is the worst place I’ve ever been, and I love it.”

Asterion leaned back in his chair, folding his arms, his usual grim demeanor cracking slightly. “This is what passes for ‘good food’ around here? No wonder half of them look malnourished.”

Cordelia, not one to be defeated, marched up to Painter. “Alright, get the food ready! What’s the special of the day?”

Painter beeped a few times before announcing, “Special of the day: leftover fries and... one singular chicken nugget.”

Tapu snorted. “One nugget? How generous.”

Cordelia, determined not to lose her managerial swagger, nodded confidently. “It’s a gourmet experience. We serve... minimalist portions.”

Osiris groaned, rubbing her temples. “I demand real food.”

From somewhere in the back, René’s voice wailed which kinda meant, “I FOUND THE TOASTER!”

A loud crash followed, and smoke started wafting out from the kitchen, followed by René stumbling out, their firefighter’s helmet askew. Sasha called out after seeing the smoke. “Uh, minor issue. The toaster may have... uh... caught fire. Again.”

Tapu slapped the table again, this time harder. “Best. Restaurant. Ever.”

Asterion simply sighed as Hanako slid further down into her booth, now reconsidering every decision that had led her to this point.

The whole room felt like it was about to collapse in chaos until, suddenly, Allo ascended from a random hole in the kitchen floor like some culinary deity. He stood there, glowing (probably from the fryer grease) and with an aura of absurd authority.

"Did someone say my name?"

Everyone shook their heads so fast, you’d think they were auditioning for a shampoo commercial. The denials came quickly from all corners.

"Nope."

"Definitely not."

"Not even a whisper."

Allo, completely unbothered, smirked. “Too bad, because now I am here!” His arms shot up dramatically, as if commanding the forces of fast food. “Tag Team, assembly!”

From behind some very suspiciously placed lockers came a loud bang, as they burst open to reveal his “elite squad”:

First up was Nautilea. She marched out, looking sharp in her pressed WcWonalds uniform and glasses. "Looks smart, is smart. Can handle the cash register with her eyes closed and your order with care. But only if you have insurance!"

Yuri raised an eyebrow. "Insurance? For what exactly?"

"Existential dread," Painter beeped quietly from the register.

Next was Roxy, who strutted out balancing six plates in one hand, all perfectly stacked. "Our talented waitress! Can carry your entire order on one arm and balance a stack of pancakes on her head! But," Cordelia added dramatically, "if you complain... she’ll give you extra service by spitting on the food you didn’t order."

Roxy cracked her knuckles, eyeing Osiris. “Try me.”

She immediately looked away.

Finally, Violet stumbled out, looking more confused than anyone else. “Violet, our in-house therapist,” Cordelia introduced, clapping her hands. “She didn’t apply for the job—she got kidnapped! But now, she leads the therapy sessions required after your visit to WcWonalds. Free and anonymous... except for the fact that they’re televised. So, not anonymous anymore!”

Violet waved weakly. “I’m still not sure how I got here... but I’m rolling with it.”

Suddenly, a blaring red light filled the room, accompanied by the wail of a siren. Everyone jumped to attention.

“The WcWonalds emergency alarm!” Allo shouted over the noise. “A starving customer in need!” His voice was dripping with the intensity of a chef who had just been challenged to a cooking duel.

Without missing a beat, Allo swooped over to the one remaining chicken nugget, lying lonely and pathetic on the counter. With the precision of a master, he sliced it into thin strips. Then, with a sprinkle of some mysterious dust (was it seasoning? Magic? No one knew), he popped the strips into the microwave for precisely 10 seconds.

When the microwave dinged, he pulled out the tray, revealing what could only be described as the world’s finest chicken chili wraps. The wrap glistened, like it had been blessed by the gods of fast food themselves.

The crowd erupted into applause. Asterion even managed to clap once, though begrudgingly.

Allo handed the plate to Roxy, who balanced it with ease. “Delivery time!” she called out before kicking it toward Violet.

Violet, with surprising grace, caught the plate mid-air, throwing it again to Nautilea who catched it. “Wrap, incoming!” she yelled, throwing it toward the door just as Sebastian stepped inside.

SMACK.

The wrap hit him square in the face, various ingredients slopping down his clothes in slow motion. He stood frozen in the doorway, staring in bewilderment as shredded lettuce and chili sauce dripped off his nose and splattered on the floor.

The room went silent for a beat.

Sebastian blinked. "What... in the name of Urbanshade...?"

Tapu, unable to hold it in any longer, burst into laughter, slapping the table. "Best... restaurant... EVER!"

Painter's voice chimed in softly from the register, “Current vibe level: chaotic excellence.”

Then Angela came in, carrying Amilia on her arms and giving Sebastian a glance. Amilia sniffed on Sebastian before giving him a soft kick.

“YOU ALL ARE SO GROUNDED.”

WcWonalds got force closed after this day. And this was the end of Allos wonderful job as a chef. Now he was just Allo, the man that never got to fulfill his dreams.

[nicksies1]

REGARDS THE HOUSE OF ENTITIES:

I tried to push it all in a file! Here should be the characters, their lore and the design that people send me.

The link is to view the insides and to have access for comments. If you need something edited, please text me!

Also if the link doesn't work please text me too! [I'm not a tech goddess]

Link here

[nicksies1]

Hey!! Wanted to say that I know Sebastian longer than you and I love him more than u! But ur oc is still cute and creative! Just remember that I love Sebastian more!

THATS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER, Calm down!!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭He’s not even YOUR character😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 also I know Nick is cute, thanks‼️‼️

[nicksies1]

Funfact: We finally got the 500 followers (a few days ago) and I'm just screaming in my pillow because of the happiness.

I got us all some treats but you have to wait for yours. In the meanwhile, heres mine, I comissioned Camiblux on Fiverr to draw me a sasha pfp including her canon halo with the clouds and the fishies!

[nicksies1]

guys what if I published a little one-shot of Sebastian and Nick that I wrote………..