#Night shift abductor x reader puppet combo

[skmhlml]

Night shift Abductor x reader.

🥩 what’s worse the a cultist cannibal? A southern cultist cannibal. Take it from someone born and raised in peach Georgia- this man is crazy.

🥩 Despite his ominous and frightening exterior he doesn’t talk much, which often leads you (his victim) to wonder what’s gonna happen as the days protracted.

🥩 since he isn’t good with words, he shows his affection through actions. “Small” gestures like leaving food for you (possibly human), providing a blanket when you’re cold (since you're in a cage), bringing you a gift AKA a full still beating human heart, or even trying to keep the house cleaner for your comfort.

🥩 He enjoys sitting in silence with you, finding a strange comfort in your presence. His idea of love is twisted. He believes that causing you pain or fear is a way to show his devotion, thinking that by breaking you down, he can rebuild you to be entirely his.

🥩 develops habits like checking the locks multiple times or creating elaborate traps around the house (fucking bear traps), all in an effort to ensure “your safety”. This can sometimes be overbearing

🥩 He keeps detailed notes about your habits, preferences, and routines, ensuring he knows everything about you. His need to control and monitor you can be suffocating.

🥩 keeping you in a cage all day can be suffocating. But since it's too risky to let you outside he lets you watch the victims in backward under his supervision, the screaming for help coming from them isn't wonderful at least breathing normal clean air is.

🥩 He manipulates you psychologically, making you doubt your memories and sense of reality. This gaslighting ensures you remain compliant and reliant on him for guidance and support. Just shushing you when you get too rowdy.

🥩 If you disobey or try to escape, he doesn’t hesitate to punish you. These punishments can range from locking you in a dark room to more severe physical harm, all justified in his mind as necessary to keep you safe. If it happens a bit to often he will snap and cut off the limb.

🥩 He installs hidden cameras and microphones throughout the house to monitor your every move. Privacy becomes a distant memory, as he’s always watching, ensuring you don’t try to leave or contact the outside world.

🥩 He has dark, ritualistic behaviors that he forces you to participate in. These can be terrifying and disturbing, meant to bond you to him through shared trauma and fear. Or guiding you on how to chop up humans.

[skmhlml]

Hello!

I think the guy from stay out of the house is so cute! I love your fanfic that you made of him😭😫 so I was wondering if you could make a fanfic of like when you meet his mother or like just a little moment when he talks to us or just stares at us honesty I’ll take him what ever he does 😏

I got chu bbg, let me take care of you🍵

🔪 Okay, so you’re barely holding it together after being dragged into his creepy big ass house, getting ringing wars from the loud alarms and almost bleeding out because of the best traps for ‘your own safety’, and now you meet his mom…

🔪 His mom is giving off major “old horror movie villain” vibes. you feel her watching your every move, but you can’t tell if she hates you or if she’s weirdly proud her son brought someone home. “Oh, finally, a guest,” she’d say, with the creepiest smile.

🔪 There’s this awkward, suffocating tension in the air—his mom asks you questions like, “Do you like blood?” and “Are you a good cook?” (Ma’am, I’m a hostage not a house wife)

🔪 Imagine being in a dimly lit, dingy room, with the Butcher sitting across from you. He’s not saying a word, just staring at you. it’s not normal staring. it’s that intense, unsettling, you’re mine look. (freaky ah.)

🔪 You’d think it’s creepy (and, well, it is), but you can’t help but feel like he’s silently worshipping you, like his mind is filled with all the ways he’s going to keep you safe. His way of safe is terrifying…

🔪 Sometimes, when you catch him staring, you’ll nervously ask, “What are you thinking about?” and he won’t answer. The same weird, possessive look will remain on his face, but his breathing may become heavier, as if your presence overwhelms him.

🔪 You’d also catch him standing outside the door sometimes, just waiting. Not knocking or trying to come in. Just standing there. And the thought of him doing it for hours? Yeah, you kinda get chills, but at the same time, you wonder if he’s standing guard or just… obsessed.

🔪 You catch him watching you while you sleep. Not just from across the room, standing over your bed, so close you can feel his breath on your skin. He’ll stay like that for hours without blinking. Sometimes, he might whisper something low and unintelligible, like a twisted mantra only he understands.

🔪 Sometimes, he’ll just snatch your wrist. Not forcefully, but firmly, as if he’s reminding you that he’s right there. It’s his way of saying “Don’t forget about me” without having to say a word.

🔪 when you’re sitting together in this painful silence, he’ll reach out and touch your hair, just sort of running his fingers through it. It’s weirdly gentle like he’s afraid to hurt you.

🔪 If you even think of escaping, he knows. You don’t know how, but he always senses it. The first time you tried, he didn’t say a word—just caught you mid-act, his grip on your arm so tense it hurt. He hauled you back, hurled you into the dim room, in the human-sized cage, and locked the door. For days, you weren’t sure if he was going to let you eat or if you were going to make it out alive. But you did.

🔪 When he catches you hesitating or staring too long at the door, he’ll remind you what happens to those who leave him. He doesn’t have to say anything; a quick glance at his knife collection or the blood-stained rags in the corner does the talking for him.

[skmhlml]

NightShift Abductor x Reader (HC)

Note; slight sfw, unhealthy relationship, yandere (not necessarily abuse, but he hurts you so you can't get away.) PS: slowly getting into his character in a way that respects the characters and creators of the game.

Game; Stay out of the House (By; Puppet combo)

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He is much like Pyramid Head in a way but more empathy due to the placement of his mother. it makes some sense...he is not just a killer, but a follower, a worshiper, and a cultist.

(Copied of the wiki)- "Coupled with the total abandonment of his hometown due to economic decline, it was likely during this crisis of faith that he came into contact with an alternative religious group known as CFV, which had gained traction in the local area and ironically contributed to the mass exodus of small towns in the region on account of their twisted interpretation of the Bible."

And you...You weren't seen as a regular victim of the so-called god he worshipped but as a gift to the great undying loyalty he always gave to his god. a gift...someone just for him. That's how he saw you. And that's what you're going to be.

yeah sure- his home is as decrepit as the ruined buildings of the rest of town, with barricaded windows and doors, junk scattered all over the floor, rats running around, the walls covered in mold and paint peeling off. but no home is perfect, right?

The state of his mother, who appears to be partially decayed and the presence of the mutated baby also point to either him or 'his god' possessing the power of organic life manipulation, so even death can escape you from him, hell always comes back, be immortal, together forever...

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He's a biter, a cannibal after all (I could make a real good joke about being eaten out but I haven't been that ruined yet. Human meat is tough by itself depending on age, health, and strength. That's why he bites so hard, so so hard. he draws blood and leaves it deep enough to get infected.

His victims are kept in squalor and are imprisoned in either large cages inside of his house or in the backyard inside two reutilized chicken coops in cells of six...

Usually killed right away or left to starve and then slaughtered, and you would have gone through the same fate if his mother, who seemed invisible to death, got sick. With a desperate plea to live, you hesitantly offered to take care of her with a sledgehammer only inches away to the back of your head.

Even if he could bring her back if she did die, taking care of her would save him the trouble of doing all that. Plus, he had 'work' and other victims to attend to.

His silent mother, as much to him, was grateful in her own way. You were smart enough to ignore the victims who so desperately cried out for help. As much as you wanted to, sometimes the only way of survival was to turn a blind eye...

After she got better, you were sure that your time was coming, though somehow, with silent communication between the two, you stayed. You didn't cause any problems or go against his mother at all while taking care of her, so in a way, you were useful.

That didn’t mean liberty, you were still a victim but just a long-term one. You weren't kept in a cage but you were still locked in a bedroom by the ‘NightShift abductor’, or for shorter, the ‘butcher’.

The only advantage you had was not being slaughtered. That and his mother liked the extra company of a more normal living person, one who she knew wouldn’t blow her brains out to escape.

Being a live victim meant you just had more cameras on you everywhere, want to take a filthy ass bath? BAM, camera. Changing? Camera. Other stuff…

📸😳

📷🤨

Freaky ahh…

But catching shit like that on camera for this 6,4 brainless, aggressive, monster of a man can make him question some stuff. Soon enough he doesn’t even notice the sledgehammer in his pants!

*Vine boom insert*

He’s a violent man with sick thoughts that would make the devil hurl…the thoughts about what he wants to do with you are ten times worse, he doesn’t know its wrong, he wasn’t molded into knowing his rights and wrongs only to give to his belived god.

If you had enough one day and ran off he wouldn't hesitate to run after you. Following the reacker he implanted into you while you were asleep. Grabbing your ankle and yanking it as you fell on the ground grabbing his sledgehammer and slamming it on your ankle, tears swelling in your eyes as you cried your lung out, to the point where it felt like there was blood in your throat.

He had no remorse for his actions as he dragged you back to his house while your wailed out. Dropping you on the ground and walked away, leaving you in agony.

[skmhlml]

The nightshift abductor x Reader

🪓 He doesn’t just snatch people randomly. Once he noticed you, he obsessively learned your schedule—memorizing when you leave work, which routes you take, and even what snacks you buy from the vending machine. He has an unnatural knack for knowing things about you he shouldn’t.

🪓 The way he moves is eerily quiet, almost like he’s floating. His footsteps are soundless, making him appear out of nowhere.

🪓 When he takes you, it’s impulsive. He may not be smart but he's strong and hefty. He throws your ass in the same cage he would with any other victim with the tv playing.

🪓 Your freedom isn’t taken all at once. He allows small movements and privileges, then abruptly revokes them for minor infractions to keep you on edge.

🪓 if you don't struggle for a few days and eat the mystery meat he gives you get more privileges.

🪓 His preferred method of control is silence. He’ll sit in the room with you for hours, staring, saying nothing. His stillness feels unnatural, almost inhuman.

🪓 His punishments are meticulously designed to prey on your specific fears. Afraid of the dark? He’ll lock you in a pitch-black room for hours. Claustrophobic? He’ll keep you in a tight space, whispering through the walls to remind you he’s still there.

🪓 he purposely breaks a bone or twitst your ankle just so you can't get away and he can take care of you longer, therefor your close and dependent on him.

🪓 He’ll deliberately drag objects across the floor or knock them against walls just to create noise in the otherwise deafening quiet. You can’t tell if it’s accidental or intentional, which only heightens the tension.

🪓 When he stares at you, it’s not just observation—it’s dissection. His unblinking gaze feels more like an autopsy than an interaction, as if he’s mapping your vulnerabilities.

🪓 The worst punishment isn’t physical—it’s when he abandons you in complete isolation for hours or even days. No light, no sound, no hint of his presence. When he eventually returns, you find yourself relieved, even though you hate him for it.

🪓 He has a disturbing fixation on your appearance. Every day, he meticulously brushes your hair or adjusts your clothing, his touch clinical yet invasive. You can’t tell if it’s affection or a way to dehumanize you further.