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k0ppyi · 5 months ago

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TWISTED WONDERLAND X SAWAKO KURONUMA! READER

characters: housewardens (minus Idia)

NOTE: the only reason I didn’t do Idia is bc I literally have no clue how to write him 🧍‍♀️. Also the writings a tad bit rushed

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Riddle has heard about you a few times amongst many students. He heard the most perplexing things like how you could sense spirits, how you were nicknamed “Sadako” from The Ring due to your creepiness, and that you were pure bad luck. He personally thought such rumors were ridiculous.

When he met you, he was quite startled when you popped out of nowhere to ask him directions to one of the supply rooms. He had willingly lead you there.

“Housewarden Riddle…you’re such a good person…!” You said shyly as he opened the supply closets room.

“What…?” He asked. He was quite shocked.

“W-well, you were kind enough to give me directions…and not just that, you were kind enough to walk me here too….! So I really do thank you!” You said. Riddles heartbeat fastened as he watched you smile. Many people have said that you were scary, that you were bad luck, that your smile could curse someone. But all he saw was an entirely sweet person in front of him.

“I-it’s no worry, really…” he muttered, his face incredibly red. When he went back to his dorm, he found out your actual name was not Sadako.

‘I’ll have to give them a proper greeting with their name tomorrow…’

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

He was uninterested in you. Sure, he heard about your nickname and your reputation, but really, those were all just rumors everyone talked about. Nothing interesting about you. Until you had wondered into the botanical gardens during passing period.

He saw you trying to tend to an injured bird.

“It’s okay, little birdie…I won’t hurt you…” you said quietly. The bird kept chirping and pecking at your hand.

“Hey you, what are you doing? That thing so clearly doesn’t like you.” Leona says. You turned to him in surprise.

“Well…I can’t just leave the poor bird here without any help..” you said as you stood up, the bird cupped in your hand. You looked as if you were hesitating to say something. “Could you help me..? I’m sure it’ll like you better than me..” you said. You moved up to the branch and offered the small bird to Leona. He looked at you, your pleading eyes were almost too much for him. He sighed and took the bird from you, carefully wrapping the bandage around its wing.

“Thank you, thank you a lot! You’re a very nice person!” You said with a smile. He froze as he looked at you, his tail wagged back on forth.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Upon hearing about you, Azul’s first thought was ‘a new client perhaps?’ Hearing about the rumors surrounding you would lead to him trying to get you to come to his office so he could persuade you into a contract with him. You sat in front of him.

“You needed me, Azul?” You asked. Your bangs dripped over your eyes and created a shadow over your face. Azul was quite scared, but it was too late to back down now.

“I’ve heard from quite a few people about your troubles now.” He smiled. Your face became a tinted pink out of embarrassment.

“Oh…oh, yes, I’m aware of it…” you muttered, feeling shy all of a sudden. He smiled.

“Well, what would you say to an offer?”

“An offer..?” Your eyes sparkled.

“Yes, an offer so that you can stop seeing these dark spirits!” He said, rather proudly. Your eyes widened.

“Oh! Azul, I really don’t see spirits!” You said hastily. You thought that he was talking about the fact you can’t communicate very well.

“What.” Azul said, dumbfounded. Embarrassment crept up in himself.

“Yes…I’m sorry for disappointing you…you probably had such high hopes…” you said, fiddling with your fingers.

“No! It’s just fine…! Not a worry!” He said, standing up. His face was red in embarrassment. “You may leave now…” he said, sitting down and covering his face.

“Tho…thank you for trying to help me…if I were to be seeing spirits, I would definitely come to you for help!” You said. You bowed and left. He looked up at the door as it closed, his face was red.

KALIM AL-ASIM

Kalim was quite interested in you. When he first heard the rumors about you, tho never seeing you, you were all he thought and talked about. He had called you Sadako for quite some time, but he got so curious to the point he learned your real name.

“Good morning! Your [Name] right?” Kalim asks, popping up in front of your desk. Your eyes lit up.

“Y-yes! Good morning!” You said. Your face was clearly ecstatic. That day Kalim had decided he would sit next to you during class. Kalim grew fond of you quite quickly, and he noticed how your smile and your happy face was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. How come no one had ever realized it?

“[Name]…your smiles really pretty…” he said in a daze.

“Huh? Really…?” You said. You blushed a bit as he nodded. “Then…thank you, you’re a really nice and cheerful person, Kalim, I hope to be like you one day..” you muttered. Kalim only smiled and turned away with a scramble of thoughts.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

Vil had seen you looking at one of the photos of him placed around the town. How did he know it was you? Well, you were infamous for scaring people off, and everyone who you looked at ran away. He would often witness your interactions with classmates, but he never did anything.

“Excuse me….But if you need, I can play the role as the ghost…” You said as you stood at the door way of the club room. The Film Research Club was making a horror film, unfortunately, they were running low on cast members. Vil turned to you, relieved from his previous stress.

“You? I suppose it could be fitting. Alright then, I’ll put your name down. That is?”

“[Name]” he nodded and put the clip board down. The other members were whispering about you, Vil only glared at them and they went silent.

“Come, I’ll do your special effects make up.” Vil said, gesturing for you to follow over. As he did your make up, he noticed that you had many beauties to your face. It was quite a pity for him that he’d had to make you look horrifying.

After the film recording was over, you went up to Vil. “Vil, I just wanted to thank you for letting me take part in your film. I think that I was able to become more closer with my classmates thanks to it…” you said with a shy smile. Vil’s eyes softened at your smile. It was quite cute.

“No need to thank me, you were the one who volunteered after all.” He said.

“Tho, I do think I need a model for my make up brand, I think you would fit well on a poster. Do come meet me at my dorm if you’re interested” He whispered in your ears. You stepped back and nodded. You were very flustered. You bowed and left the room.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

He met you when you were walking around in the rain. He had no clue who you were, and neither did you. He had no umbrella, but you did. So what did you do? Help him! After all, your motto is “one good deed a day”

“Excuse me..! I couldn’t help but notice that you had no umbrella…I can walk you back to your dorm if you’d like.” You said, standing behind him. He turned around. He was quite shocked that someone had come and talked to him.

“Yes…that would be nice…” he said. You smiled and hovered the umbrella over both you and him. He was much taller than you. Your arm was slowly straining. “Allow me to hold it.” He said, taking the umbrella from your hand.

“Thank you…” you said. “Oh…Im [Name], what’s yours?” You asked. He tilted his head. Did you not know him? He smiled.

“You can call me whatever you may like.” He said. Perhaps you just didn’t know what Malleus Draconia looked like. He wouldn’t want to lose someone who wasn’t afraid of him. “I couldn’t possibly call you whatever…! It would really be nice if we could be friends…I don’t have much myself” you said.

“Oh? Why’s that?” He asked.

“I think everyone’s scared of me…I would be too, after all, I do look like Sadako from The Ring, right?” You asked. He gazed at you. He was unaware of who “Sadako” was or what “The Ring” was.

“I can…relate to that.” He said.

“Yes! See? We already have one thing in common. So please tell me your name.” He smiled softly.

“Malleus”

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rootsofdread · 2 years ago

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Some angst comfort idea now cuz we love to hurt our feelings 😔 Killer!Reader whose ability causes them a lot of pain but they have to use it to satisfy the Entity cuz otherwise a greater punishment waits for them

3 romantic (Leon, Ghostface and Jake) to 3 platonic (Amanda, Legion [again any or all how you prefer] and Sadako) ratio

This is the last one for now sorry if it's to much, take your time and know no matter what you'll write i will love it (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

this was a super cute one to do honestly 🥺

Leon S. Kennedy:

Leon used to see this as a free opportunity to run, but when he realized you were really in pain, when other killers couldn’t really feel pain…He was shocked. He started to wonder why the Entity would do something like this, give someone powers that hurt them. It was more twisted to him than anything else when he realized it.

He encourages you to use your powers against him. He hates that it hurts you, but he knows how scared you are of the Entity. He assures you he’ll be able to get away and you won’t have to hurt him more than that, you can move on to someone else after. He’s tough and he can take it.

He gets all up in arms when he hears other survivors poking fun at your abilities hurting you. He stands up for you when you aren’t around, saying you don’t deserve bullying on top of painful powers. He may not be the most intimidating guy, but he’s convinced a few other survivors to shut their mouths about it.

He goes easy on you during trials together. It just makes him feel better to not give you a hard time, makes him feel like he’s helping you somehow.

Jake Park:

Even though Jake was afraid of you for quite a while, always seeing you in pain slowly whittled him down. Seeing you flinch when you start using your powers, and nearly keel over when they run out. It was worrisome, even for someone as terrifying as you. He knew…This was something that definitely wasn’t normal. The pain, the fear. He hadn’t seen it before in other killers…

When he knows you better and is more comfortable, he’ll quietly tail you during trials, always hanging behind you to keep an eye out for you. He’s genuinely worried that you’ll end up passing out from pain one of these days.

He isn’t scared of you anymore, and will even run up or jump up to embrace you when your powers run out. He hates seeing you in so much pain like that, and wants to take it away from you. He knows he can’t, but he still tries.

He teaches you calming breathing exercises for when he’s not around to help you, to ease the pain yourself. If it helps you even the slightest bit…It gives him so much relief to know he’s helping you.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny is furious with the Entity for doing such a thing to you. It’s personal with him, because he knows the Entity likes him. And to continue threatening you after cursing you with such awful power, at that…He’s angry. It’s rare to see such intense emotion from him, but you see it every time he comes to you after a trial.

After your trials, he grabs you and holds you tightly. You can feel the rage in his grip, but it's comforting at the same time, knowing he's so angry on your behalf. You try to tell him it's not his problem, but he won't hear it. It is his problem.

He never wants to let you out of his sight, because he knows that if he keeps you close, it means you're not out there hurting yourself for the Entity's sick satisfaction.

He actually attempts to tell the Entity off, since he knows her more personally than some of the other killers. It doesn't ever really work, but it makes him feel a little better doing it for you. He hopes it helps you feel a little better, too.

Amanda Young / The Pig:

Like Danny, Amanda is pretty pissed off about it, too. You've done nothing wrong — at least, nothing that would warrant a punishment or threats like this. As a woman who doles out her own punishments, it makes her blood boil seeing an innocent caught up in it.

She's never…Quite sure what to do for you. She's not much of a hugger and comforting talks aren't really her forte. She tries for you, though. She holds your hand and tells you things will be alright, and that she’ll try to make everything better for you. Because making things better is her kind of thing.

She doesn’t know how she’ll make it better, though. But she will — she knows she will, for you. She’s always thinking of what she could do to make anything better for you. Usually it’s going out of her way to find and kill survivors that were previously in your trials, because she sees them as semi-responsible for what’s happening to you.

Ultimately, even if she's not the best at comforting, she wants you to know she's always there for you, and she'll always do her best to help you and solve your problems.

Frank Morrison / The Legion:

Frank knows what it’s like, getting hurt by your powers. It’s a killer coming out of Feral Frenzy for every Legion member. Solidarity is the most valuable thing to him, being able to relate to his friends and knowing what they’re going through. So trust and believe, even if he didn’t know what you were going through, he’d damn well try.

He’s always willing to hold you if and when you need it. He normally isn’t much of a touchy-feely kind of guy, but he thinks something like this probably warrants it. He knows you feel bad enough already, there’s no sense in making you feel worse by denying you any comfort.

And he’s always willing to listen to you, too. He’ll listen to your venting about the powers you’ve been burdened with or your fears of the Entity. He may not really be able to do anything about it…But he can listen.

He tries to teach you ways to take your mind off of the pain, like he does. Focusing on the task at hand, or on something else that makes you happy. He knows it isn’t the best solution in the world, but he knows it’s better than doing nothing and suffering, too.

Sadako Yamamura / The Onryō:

Sadako is always concerned for you. She sees the pain on your face when you’re punishing the survivors, you’re her friend and…There’s something wrong with you, your powers hurt you. They shouldn’t do that. Her nensha powers don’t hurt her. It upsets her sometimes, to see you hurt like that, to see you afraid of what would happen if you don’t hurt yourself.

She hates that the Entity makes you hurt yourself to satisfy herself. She’s an angry little girl, and this doesn’t help. You have to stop her from lashing out at other killers sometimes, and make sure she calms down. She also hates making you worry about her — but she can’t help it. She feels things strongly. She knows you don’t deserve this.

She always wants hugs after one of your trials to make sure you’re okay. She knows she likes hugs when she’s upset or hurt, she figures you must too. It’d be difficult to convince her otherwise, it’s difficult enough to get her off of you as it is. Not that you mind, really, it’s just…This girl has a death grip. How much she loves you is obvious.

She protects you when she can, like taking your place in trials. She doesn’t want you to get hurt, and she’ll do whatever she can to help that. She may be small, but she's fiercely protective of you.

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l0sercat · 2 years ago

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I'd like to humbly request Ghostface, Oni, Trickster, Spirit, Sadako, and Weskers reactions to a survivor that slaps the SHIT outta them. like the killers would catch him in a corner, thinking they bout to hit them but all of a sudden *SLAP* and the slap was fast as HELL. killers didnt even see it coming. when the killer takes time to process what the survivor just did- *SLAP* *SLAP* dude slaps them two more times and runs away. Btw if you don't write for one of the characters I listed or If i listed too many, I'm sorry. I'm new here and I couldn't find where the request rules were at. Hope you have a Good Day/Afternoon/Evening/Night

Just a heads up please check my rules before requesting. My rules are pinned so just refresh my page and it should be there!

Killers reaction to survivor who bitch slaps them

Ghostface

He had you cornered and was about to strike you when *slap*

He froze the smirk in his face gone and his eyes wide

Did you just...?

*slap slap* then you ran off

He scoffed in disbelief

He was severely taken aback

He's gonna get your ass don't worry

Oni

He was in his rage trying to down you and had you trapped about to strike when *slap*

Bitch what

He was stunned and his rage died down but when he fully processed it

He then proceeded to beat your ass for touching him

Trickster

Had you trapped in a locker and was about to pick you up when *slap*

He was stunned and licked his lips

How dare you slap him

You hurt his beautiful face

But also do it again...

He picked you up slapping your ass and then slamming you in a hook

Wesker

He slammed you against a wall and then *slap*

He paused for a quick second *slap slap*

He grins and looks you dead in the eyes

You have balls trying to do something like to a god like him

He smirks and throws your ass across the room letting you go to save you for later

Spirit

She was camping you on hook, face in your face

Then *slap slap slap* and you slid off the hook

She was stunned and surprised

No survivor has slapped her before

She tries to go after you but she lost you and she very upset and holds a grudge

Sadako

She was chasing you for 3gens and was close to finally downing you

Then you turn around and *slap slap*

She didn't move for a bit a bit shocked

She then continues to go for you

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hrts4hanniehae · 1 year ago

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charliedawn · 2 years ago

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Hi! What would Slashers do If their child/teenager daughter go to a Coma by a accident or somebody and what would be their reaction as well? ( She's in coma for a week or a month)

Jack fell into self-loathing at the sight of you on that hospital bed and kissed your forehead lovingly before holding your hand.

"Y/N...I couldn't protect you. I can't protect anyone..I don't know why I thought this time would be any different.."

He already lost a child because he wasn't there and would blame himself for your accident.

He should have been more careful and not make the same mistake twice.

He had hesitated to be part of your life because he knew it would end in pain for the both of you. He just thought this time would be different, even though life had proved him many times over that he wasn't meant to be a father—he had decided to be stubborn and raise you.

He should have listened to his gut.

It would have spared you both.

He would then find comfort in his old habits and drink himself to sleep, numb his feelings...

Or, lose his chill and be angry at himself and at the world, spacing in your hospital room like a mad man.

"I FUCKIN' MESSED UP ! AGAIN ! HOW MANY TIMES UNTIL YOU GET IT, JACK ?! YOU AIN'T DADDY MATERIAL !"

He looked down at you and for a second, he found himself loathing you...Not because he didn't love you. Heck. He would give up his whole existence for you...But, because you made him think of the one thing he had done right and couldn't protect.

He couldn't look at you without being reminded that it was his fault.

He sobbed above your bed and even though he reeked alcool and was a complete mess, your unconscious still held his hand and smiled.

"...You aren't perfect, but I wouldn't ask for any other dad."

And as if he could hear you, he suddenly stopped crying and looked around, as if feeling your energy in the room.

He froze for a second or two before uttering your name.

"Y/N..."

Jack is stuck on earth, but he is still part spirit. He died and came back to life, so he would be able to sense you.

He would then try everything to reach you and bring you back, because Jack Torrance ain't no quitter.

Arthur was in the middle of a business deal when he got a phone call from the hospital about you.

He barely managed to catch the essential.

A car accident. You. Hospital.

He suddenly quit everything to rush to the hospital, cursing Batman for not being there the day you needed him and praying whichever god would listen to him that you would be alright.

When he arrived, he ignored the scared nurses who scurried off his path as he went into your room—not caring that someone may call the authorities on him.

He almost killed a doctor to get his answer on what room you were in.

He ran in and when he saw you laid down on the hospital bed, he stopped dead in his tracks and his breath hitched.

He almost failed to notice Batman next to you—waiting.

He wondered if he would let him see you before dragging him out and throwing him back into Arkham ? But, Batman only grabbed his arm and grimaced at the sight of his runny make-up before wiping his face with a piece of cloth.

"Don't let your child see the monster.."

There was an ironic gentleness in his gesture and Arthur decided to let him. He was right. You deserved his relationship face.

Once finished, Batman took a step back and Arthur approached the bed before holding your hands.

"I wish I could have been stronger for them.", he confessed to Batman who didn't answer.

They both wished they could have been fast enough. Strong enough.

Arthur never told you he was the Joker.

He thought it would be enough to keep you away from who he really was.

He never admitted to you his inner darkness, even though he suspected you to have always known deep down.

"...You did something right with that one."

Batman finally said and Arthur chuckled humorlessly.

Two bad fathers at the death bed of their only good achievement.

It could almost make him cry..

Michael read to you every night.

He couldn't do it when you were conscious, because he thought Myers would wake up.

But, he could now that you were almost dead—a thought that left him incredibly depressed.

He sat by your side and worriedly stared at you and glared at whoever would touch you in his presence or try to drag him out.

He had insisted on staying, and even though they had repeated multiple times that it wouldn't do any good for him to do so, he wouldn't listen.

He just knew he had to stay.

He had taken care of the drunk driver who had 'not seen you' and after that, he had only wanted to stay by your side.

He blamed himself for letting you go alone to school that morning.

He felt guilty and sorrowful as he looked at your sleeping face.

He had succeeded in letting the only real good thing in his life slip away from him and the sole notion of losing you was simply excruciating to him.

When one of the nurses came in and saw him, she stopped dead in her tracks and sighed.

"You're not going to help them by staying here, you know ?"

He looked up at her with such sad eyes that the nurse's expression itself softened. It was terribly difficult for someone to be on the verge of losing their child and she understood.

"...Fine. I'll bring you a blanket.", she finally indulged and turned around to leave.

The moment she was gone, he leant forward towards you and rested his forehead upon yourself before whispering.

"Please...Come back."

Michael spoke and Myers squeezed your hand gently.

For once, they both agreed.

Now, Freddy had a very intense reaction to the news, he didn't want to believe it.

He didn't cry.

He didn't yell.

He didn't even blink.

"...You better come back, ya hear me, ya little brat ? Ain't no way you go and leave me here on my own with all those crazy people."

He only laughed.

He thought it was another one of your pranks when he got the phone call, but then he realized that he couldn't enter your head. At all. It was as if your whole brain had shut down on him.

It left him dumbfounded. He didn't understand. His eyes widened and for once, Freddy was speechless.

He then knelt beside you and whispered to your sleeping form.

He laughed to himself and hoped his bad joke would wake you up and you would scold him or laugh with him, but you didn't.

You were still alive, as your chest was still heaving with the rhythm of your heartbeat, but your spirit was gone.

He gently tugged a loose strand/curl of your hair behind your ear and when he was sure you couldn't hear him, he started crying.

"Please, brat...Don't leave me.", he pleaded.

He squeezed your hand and lowered the tip of his hat so he may hide his tears from you.

Freddy may act tough and uncaring, but he would burn the world for you.

He didn't say a word afterwards and he didn't see where your spectral form took his hand.

"...I'm not leaving, dad. I promise."

He refused to eat, drink or sleep.

Jason stayed impassive on the outside.

But, every decision he took showed his inner turmoil.

He wouldn't rest until he was sure you would be alright.

He had followed nurses and doctors around until someone had finally cracked and told him where your room was.

He had stormed in and almost tear all the doctors off you to see you and check that you were still breathing.

The doctors had had to explain to Jason that they were doing their best to help you before he had finally allowed them to resume.

Jason had then sat patiently down on a chair, far away from you as not to infect you with his bad luck.

He was sure it was the reason for your accident.

Jason had never been lucky in life and it was the reason for his natural clumsiness.

He just didn't think it would be past down to you.

He watched silently as the doctors plugged you to the machines he didn't understand and wrote down things he couldn't read.

It was strange to him.

Him who had never had to come to an hospital before—unless it was to finish off one of his victims.

He then looked at you and even though Jason wasn't one to cry easily, he couldn't help the few tears from falling down his cheeks.

It wasn't fair.

He needed you.

They couldn't take you.

He tentatively approached the bed and took your limp hand into his shaking one.

He couldn't just hit, crush or slay his way out of this one.

He didn't know what to do—and it scared him more than anything..

Penny simply lost his smile.

He didn't even need a phone call.

He knew instantly that something bad had happened to you and was by your side in a heartbeat.

He was the one who brought you to the hospital and he looked so lost and panicked that even the nurses knew something was definitely wrong.

He didn't want to let you go, but at the same time knew he had to let them fix you somehow..

The problem with Penny is...He isn't human.

Once he finally released you, they immediately started testing and tried to figure out what was wrong with you.

He wouldn't be able to understand what is going on with you and would need other people to help...Human people.

Him who had never needed human help before in his life had to hand over his most precious creature to them.

But, he didn't have a choice.

When they knew you had fallen into a deep coma from which they weren't even sure you would ever wake up from, the doctor in charge feared for his life as he announced it to Penny.

His eyes simply lost their light and he asked them all to leave—which they promptly did.

But, Penny didn't react as expected.

He didn't scream or tear them to pieces.

Once you were alone, he approached the bed and confessed.

"I'm sorry..I do not know how to help you. I'm lost. I wish I could understand. But, you and I are not the same. I do not breathe. I do not have blood in my veins and I don't even technically have a brain. They tell me you're in a deep sleep, like me...But, you might never wake up. And, I do not understand. I'm sorry and I...*a few tears ran down his face*...I love you."

Penny had never been so serious and it brought tears to your eyes as you tried to embrace him, but fell right through him.

"PAPA ! PAPA, I'M HERE ! I LOVE YOU TOO !"

You desperately tried to reach for him, but couldn't touch him. He was miles away and you could only watch as Penny held your body close to him.

Penny was then painfully reminded of your mortality, and you knew it would never be the same ever again..

Sadako had immediately felt your departure from your body and even though your body was still functional, your spirit had gone to another existential plane.

She had to bring you back.

"Ancestors..Hear my prayers. Give me the power over life and death. Give me strength to reach beyond the unknown and bring my child back..."

Sadako possesses a link with the spirits. She is neither alive or dead. And she would use everything in her power to wake you up, even deal her own soul.

She plunged her hand into this gap only the neither-dead-or-alive could reach and screamed as her skin burnt.

This place wasn't for evil spirits.

But, she kept going until she heard your voice.

"MOM !", you cried out as a vivid light seemed to surround you both .

You didn't want her to do get hurt and ran to her, but were restrained by forces beyond your control.

They kept you there and you looked up at your mother as she screamed in pain.

"MOM !", you cried once more and this time, she heard you.

Her eyes settled on you and it gave her strength to save you.

She screamed so loud that the other spirits had no choice but to met you go. You finally succeeded in getting free and didn't hesitate before jumping into her arms.

You both fell back and suddenly, you were back in the hospital room.

You smiled, but your smile immediately fell when you saw the state your mother was in. Her skin was dark with burnt marks and she could barely breathe.

You fell to the floor beside her and cradled her face lovingly before screaming.

"HELP ! HELP !"

A soul for a soul. She had stepped into the light and the sight alone had rendered her blind. Her punishment for fighting Nature.

But, she would gladly do it again to save you.

The worst part about being your brother was...When Morgan saw you being rolled in his department on a stretcher, he froze. He never froze.

It wasn't in his nature.

He was the calm and collected brother who never panicked, never wavered.

But, seeing you like this, realizing you were mortal and could die at any moment..It shocked him. It even made him angry.

He thought you were like them. He thought you would never get hurt or die.

He didn't say to his colleagues that he knew you. He took care of your wounds and carefully settled you in one of the room in perfect silent.

So, just the sight of you covered in bruises and scars made him realize...You would never be the same.

And, it hurt him more than anything.

He didn't say a thing, not until nobody else but the two of you were in the room.

He then looked down at you with an unreadable expression and his jaw twitched at your peaceful face.

How could you remain asleep ? How dared you make a fool out of him and not be there to take the blame ?

He leant forward and grabbed your shoulder tightly before whispering in your ear.

"I forbid you to leave me, Y/N. Do you hear me ? I know you can hear me...You better come back. I won't allow you to leave me. They might think you have no power over it, but I know you do. So, hear my words very carefully. Wake up. Wake up now. We aren't done. Fight. Keep fighting.."

After a moment, he then added.

"Because, I won't allow you to be the first person I wasn't able to save."

He had never lost a patient, he wouldn't start now.

Not here. Not now. And especially not you.

They all stayed silent and wanted to let Morgan finish his private conversation with you.

He refused to lose you and would make sure to make you wake up and face him.

You wouldn't get off the hook so easily.

He didn't hear the rest of the family come in until they were all in the room.

But, he wordlessly stood up and left.

He had said everything he needed to say to you.

He wouldn't let you leave.

You were the light of this family, and he refused to let your light vanish.

He would find a way.

He would...

Morgan fell to his knees the moment he was out of the hospital and clenched his teeth before screaming.

"DAMN IT !"

...The whole hospital heard his scream, but by the time anyone could walk out, he was already gone..

#child reader #fandoms #imagine #fanfic #slashers x child!reader #slashers au #Penny x child!reader #pennywise 2017 #michael myers x daughter!reader #Morgan Hannibal x sister!reader #Sadako x child!reader #Jason x child!reader #Freddy krueger x child!reader #Arthur Fleck x child!reader #Jack Torrance x child!reader

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vassalor · 2 years ago

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Dbd headcanon scenario.

Kazan with a survivor s/o who not speak/read japanese and they ask either Rin, Yui or Yoichi to translate most of the times.

No help from Sadako, s/o fear their life from her.

#dead by daylight #yoichi asakawa #yui kimura #kazan yamaoka #rin yamaoka #sadako #headcanon #s/o #kazan yamaoka x reader

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diy-dynamite · 20 days ago

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Television Relations

》 2nd part of Television Influence

He sees a familiar face. || Mr. Crawling x GN!Reader

Warnings: spoilers for one of the endings, the reader is an assassin, some mentions of murder

Took inspiration from the members of Homicipher Unofficial (which u should definitely join, btw) (idk if they're ok with shoutouts so I'll just edit it later if they are)

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SINCE the first day you introduced him to television, you left it on for him every day. It wouldn't do him any harm since he didn't seem to have any eyes, but he could still see bullshit from a mile away.

On one of the days, you checked on him while you tied down your target before he woke up to extract the information your client needed, and all of a sudden, Mr. Crawling blurted out a loud "No!"

You raised your brows in confusion, only to see him smack his hand on the screen lightly. You squinted your eyes, taking a closer look at the screen, and barked out a laugh when you realised he was watching the scene in Titanic where Rose was on a piece of debris salvaged from the ship, while Jack was in the water.

You figured he shouted in frustration. Your laugh awoke your target, though, so you quickly hit him with the blunt of your crowbar on a special part of the head to make him fall asleep again.

That was a normal Sunday for you.

You went back home with another successful mission, jingling your keys and coming home to an expectant Mr. Crawling, happily greeting you once again.

What you didn't expect, however, was that he led you to the living room instead of the kitchen. Normally, he'd take you there to give you a washed, uncut fruit like an apple or grapes, peeking over the table with a smile to see if you liked it. That was his way of trying to feed you since you fed him.

No, that didn't happen. Instead, he took you to the TV and sat you down there.

"Look, look," he pointed at the TV, the language rolling off his ink black tongue. "Friend."

You glanced to the TV and flinched—why the hell were they showing Sadako? That rom-com show was supposed to be on at this time.

"Er, did you switch channels, Mr. Crawling?" You muttered. He didn't respond as you tried to switch off the TV, but it wouldn't work.

"What is?" He pointed at your remote. You pressed at the off button again, but it didn't work. "Uhh, controls thing," you said, pointing at the TV.

"Why?"

"I kill," you heard her say, and you flinched, looking up at the screen, its static getting worse by the second. I never knew they spoke the same language.

Wait.

She's leaving the screen.

You grabbed your crowbar, ready to swing, but Mr. Crawling grabbed your weapon. You yanked it away, the adrenaline causing your hesitance to go away, but you paused once Mr. Crawling leapt to stand—sit—between you and Sadako.

"Friend! Friend!" he chirped, his voice clearly expressing frantic wobbles.

You lowered your weapon.

"Friend," he said again. He turned around and placed his hands on Sadako's head, then shoved her back in.

"No kill," he said. "Me love they."

"You love they?"

"Love they many."

"They love you?"

"Understand. Farewell."

The static behind the TV disappeared, and Sadako only sat in what looked like an empty room or hallway.

You were about to turn off the TV until you saw a tall, white silhouette walk past the screen.

The humanoid man bent down, and your heart nearly exploded at the sight of your old acquaintance, Mr. Silvair.

"Hello!" You exclaimed. The white-haired man smiled. "Hello," he said. "See you again."

He turned his head to Mr. Crawling and waved. "See you again."

Mr. Crawling only stared with his non-existant eyes.

"I bring this one," he pointed at Sadako and pulled her away from the screen.

The TV went black.

"...you're... friends with Sadako."

Mr. Crawling turned around to look at you with a line on his face—the line being his mouth.

You titled your head. "Why upset?"

"They ask. You love me?" He gestured between you and him. He lowered his head, glancing to the side. "You don't say."

You paused before replying, "But I love you. Many."

"But you say to other," he pointed at the black screen. "'Hello'! Fast."

What?

Your confusion was probably obvious since Mr. Crawling continued to explain.

"You don't say when friend ask you love me." His voice only got whinier, and his lips curled downward as he spoke. "You say fast when other came."

"I say hello to friend—" Oh.

He's saying you didn't say anything when Sadako asked if you loved him, and he's also comparing your response with how you spoke to Mr. Silvair.

You paused, and although a knowing smile crept onto your lips, Mr. Crawling's only began to tremble.

That was what made you stop from teasing.

"No, no," you waved your hands at him, dropping the crowbar to kneel in front of him. You took his head in your hands and messed around with his hair, rubbing back and forth. "I love you many! Love you many!"

He perked up, his adorable grin slowly coming back on his face. "Many?"

You nodded. "Many!"

"Kiss," he said.

He even leaned forward, closer to your face.

"Many kiss," he said.

You sighed.

Maybe introducing him to the TV was a bad idea.

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HOPE U LIKED THIS :3 kinda rushed bc I'm about to sleep again LMAO so mistakes MIGHT be spotted

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#♡ azalea ♡#homicipher #homicipher x reader #mr. crawling #mr crawling #mr crawling x reader #mr crawling homicipher #mr crawling x you

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suiana · 2 years ago

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(eg. sadako, aka manto, hanako san etc..)

✎ yandere! urban legend headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― haunting, obsession, murder etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! urban legend who has been wandering this planet for thousands of years after his death. making a name for himself in the process. a name that strikes fear in anyone who hears it.

✎ yandere! urban legend who decided that you would be his next victim when he heard someone attempting to summon him through a silly little ritual.

✎ yandere! urban legend who is just so beautiful, his ghostly features so mesmerising that... you've fallen for him upon seeing him for the first time. not to mention his deep and ghostly voice that's just so attractive... tons of people you could've fallen for and you fall for a dead person who's a dark entity.

✎ yandere! urban legend who feels like the victim instead of the perpetrator when you started flirting and trying to kiss him. he's had people cry and scream but... who tries to kiss a ghost?!

✎ yandere! urban legend who finds you annoying. stop chasing him around, it won't make him like you. it's like you're a crazed fan fawning over him! you're honestly making him scared with how insane you're acting.

✎ yandere! urban legend who ignores you in hopes that it'll stop your obsession. it doesn't. in fact, it only makes you more fanatic, trying to summon him at every single time of the day. please stop he'll actually cry and cower in a corner LMAOOO.

✎ yandere! urban legend who tries to remind you of how scary he actually is. showing up in your bedroom in the dead of the night, making you hallucinate your worst nightmares, giving you visions of how he BRUTALLY MURDERS his victims... but no! you say it's "hot" and how it's so "sexy"???

✎ yandere! urban legend who gives up and just surrenders to you. god you're scary! and he's supposed to be the scary one.

✎ yandere! urban legend who can't help but start to see your appeal after spending more time with you. making his dead heart flutter fr.

✎ yandere! urban legend who starts seeing you in a different light. he can't help but be reminded of his one and only lover in his past life when he sees you... maybe you got reincarnated into this body.

✎ yandere! urban legend who becomes obsessed with you. he's positive you're his one and only, and he'll protect you from everything and everyone now. I mean, who would dare to bully someone with a malevolent spirit following them around? that's right! no one! no one now that he killed and decapitated the person that was bullying you.

✎ yandere! urban legend who can't help but develop a growing obsession for you. I mean, it's better than being dead though right? you can handle a obsessed ghost right? right?! why else would you flirt with him in the first place?!

✎ "you... stupid child. you should've asked me to help instead of doing it yourself. I was a genius before I died, you know?"

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #yandere hcs #yandere headcanons #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere urban legend #yandere urban legend x reader #yandere urban legend headcanons

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ozzgin · 1 year ago

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I also had a Yandere Eyeless Jack meets Y/N as an entity/spirit is very similar to Sadako the ring girl. However, more playful and dangerous. Y/N is different from Sadako or Samara. Y/N wants to play a dreadful games with EJ.

So I did start writing this with Sadako in mind, although I ended up with a more generic kind of reader whose background isn’t very clear. I found the lack of details to be more interesting, since it’s up to you to decide what kind of devilish entity this reader is. It’s also heavily focused on their encounter rather than overall headcanons.

Yandere! Eyeless Jack x Haunting! Reader

Featuring Eyeless Jack and a ghoulish reader that just found a new favorite target. Warning: mentions of violence and death

[Horror Masterlist]

Well, this is awkward. The hooded creature stands before the bed, scalpel in hand, unsure how to proceed. After a moment of consideration he nonchalantly stuffs the blade back into his pocket, clicking his tongue in annoyance. Judging by the stagnant blood that has pooled into the lower half of the body, he’d say the man has been dead for several days. A waste of his evening. Who could’ve gotten here before him? Burglars? He quickly scans the surroundings for clues, but nothing seems amiss.

Just as he ponders on the possible scenarios, a faint knock can be heard from the window. He crawls over and abruptly pulls the curtains, hoping to surprise whoever is on the other side. Pitch black. Now that he thinks about it, isn’t this an attic bedroom? Who could even casually jump over three floors? Besides him, obviously. Jack opens the window and peeks down, but no ladder can be discerned through the murk.

“Wrong guess.” He snaps back and hovers a hand over his pocket, ready to draw his weapon. He can’t quite place the whisper he just heard. A jagged, interrupted voice, like a broken record, echoing in the distance and yet as clear as if it blew right upon his ears. He stares into the darkness before sneaking out of the room. Detective work wasn’t on his list tonight, but alas, he might as well find his new source of fresh organs. Whoever is playing these games better enjoy it while it lasts.

You can sense his frustration and smile to yourself. The previous one was so quick to go. You hoped you could drag it on for longer, but humans have frail hearts. You glance at the decaying carcass and muse over the sunken face with its features distorted in terror. Was it too much? No matter, this one is different. He seems more of a creature than a mortal. Will it make a difference? Oh, you can’t wait to test it yourself. As you stalk his figure in the hallway, you stretch out your fingers and sink your claws into the wallpaper.

Without looking back, Jack plunges his scalpel in the same spot. Your hand remains in place, merely visible fog surrounding the shining piece of metal. For the first time, the creature can see you. You gaze into his endless, cloudy sockets and nod, attempting a greeting gesture. You then switch your focus to your hand and he follows. “That’s…not very useful, is it?” You state plainly. An invisible frown darkens his expression and he pulls out the blade. Statistically speaking, encountering a ghost was the least likely situation. His reaction was by all definitions rational and he does not appreciate your mockery.

Yet tangled up in his anger lies something else. Throbbing, twisting and turning, the vague beginnings of intrigue gnaw at his chest in anticipation. He’s found a rival, or maybe a playmate. Curiosity binds him in place. If it’s amusement you want, he might just provide you with it. Although he won’t make it easy for you. And if he wins, he expects a prize in return. You’ve caught his interest and he will not be leaving empty handed. Can you tell?

A shiver runs down your spine. The smile occupying your face has now widened into a full, harrowing grin. “It’s a deal”, you murmur. The hunter and the hunted. Except no one can tell who plays the roles.

#creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #yandere creepypasta #yandere eyeless jack #yandere x reader #monster x reader #horror #yandere

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diejager · 8 months ago

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heyy! can i request ghost reader x konig?

konig rent a cheap house and found a cute ghost in the house since he is lonely he decided to play with the cute lil ghost :3

i think the ghost has black long hair that covers her face and she is quiet and scared of humans since she is not scary :(

and english is not my first language sorry about that ^_^ also can i be 🎀 anon?

a little pink bow, that’s so cute >~< but unfortunately my requests are closed!

A lingering soul with long black hair covering your face? Like Sadako? But you’re nice, preferring your solitude and silence to the point of being a pacifist that would stand and watch people kill each other in your little, run down house you called home. And then a big and scary man comes in, buys your home and your once quiet house is filled with loud steps and a burly man that seems to take up the room he finds himself in.

Hide all you want, run and avoid him as much as you want, but that won’t stop him from eventually find you. He hasn’t seen a ghost yet, believing them fictitious and superstitious, and finding you goes against everything he once believed in, but he isn’t one to let such a chance slip between his fingers: to learn more about his ghostly roommate.

#Ghost!reader #konig x reader #könig x reader

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blkkizzat · 3 months ago

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wait so for kinktober man fics invisibleman!gojo first but after that y'all want sadako!geto x camgirl reader or incubus!geto x JJK assistant manager!reader

#•𐦍 𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉тαℓк #kinktober 2024 #kinktober

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halosdiary · 1 month ago

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noroi | sadako!suguru x reader | 呪術廻戦

a/n: this one's about to be a thriller~ hope you enjoy. Plus I don't really write enough of suguru.

wc: 4k

contains: this is more of a psychological thriller, so some possible torture, mindfucking and cruelty on Suguru's part.

You were assigned to a case where you had to investigate a VHS tape. It supposedly made people ‘disappear’ upon watching it, which sounded like absolute bullshit to you, but it was your job to check it either way. You inserted the tape inside the VHS player.

… Nothing happened, just as you thought.

Just as you were about to call it a day, a pale hand clings onto the sides of the old TV, along with a head popping out of the electronic. The ghost’s hair hung over its face, which made it difficult to make out its expression. As you continue to study the figure, you start to realize that the description doesn’t match the one you were given. You were told of a small female, not a large masculine male. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the ghoul’s soft but yet eerie growls as it slowly stepped out of the TV.

The flickering static on the TV settled for just a moment, and then the pale hand gripped the edges of the screen. You freeze. You had dismissed this as a prank, a hoax. But now, something was crawling out of the TV, and it wasn’t a woman, as the urban legend had suggested. This figure was larger, its broad shoulders squeezing through the small space between dimensions as if the world itself bent to his will.

The air in the room thickened, turning cold and stale. The TV crackled, and another hand gripped the screen. The sound of nails scratching the plastic frame sent shivers down your spine, the anticipation building as his head followed. His hair was a curtain of black, hanging over his face, but you caught glimpses of something… sinister.

Your pulse quickened, but you couldn’t move. You were rooted to the spot, unable to look away as the entity—Suguru Geto—dragged himself out of the television. Slowly. Purposefully. Like he was savoring every second of your terror.

He didn’t speak, not yet, but the room filled with a low growl that reverberated in your chest. It wasn’t animalistic—it was deliberate, a sound meant to unsettle you to your core. He rose to his full height, towering above you. His clothes were traditional yet somehow distorted, just like everything else about him, as though he were both of this world and not.

Your breath hitched as he took a step closer. Suguru’s presence was suffocating, every inch of him exuding a quiet menace that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. His face was still obscured, his features hidden behind a curtain of damp, stringy hair. But you didn’t need to see his eyes to feel their weight on you. He was watching you. Studying you. And he liked what he saw.

"You were expecting someone else." His voice was cold, a soft rasp, but there was something else laced beneath it—amusement. Sadistic, dark amusement. "Did they tell you it would be easy? That you'd press play, laugh, and go home?"

You swallow hard, your throat dry. You didn’t answer. Couldn't answer.

He took another step closer, and this time, you saw a glimpse of his face through his hair. A smirk. Small, but unmistakable. It was the kind of smirk someone gave when they knew they had already won, like a predator toying with its prey.

"This," Suguru continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "is the part I enjoy the most. The disbelief. The fear. Watching it crawl its way into your mind, spreading until there's nothing left but panic." He paused, tilting his head as if to listen to your heart racing in your chest. "You can feel it, can’t you? That sinking dread. The realization that there’s nowhere to run."

He was close enough now that you could see the details of his face—his sharp, angular features. But his eyes… those eyes were hollow. Empty, yet full of malice. You could feel them boring into your soul, as if he was unraveling you from the inside out.

"I don't need to hurt you," he said, his voice a chilling whisper in your ear, "I just need to watch you crumble. That’s enough."

Suddenly, the room seemed to shrink, the walls pressing in on you as his presence loomed larger, his aura almost tangible. He thrived on your fear. You could feel it—his pleasure, his satisfaction as he watched you struggle to maintain control. Every breath you took felt heavier, harder, like the air itself had turned against you.

Suguru took a step back, allowing the tension to hang in the air like a noose around your neck. "But if you want to run..." He gestured to the door behind you, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Go ahead."

You turned, your feet finally obeying your instinct to flee. But the second you moved, a hand gripped your shoulder, tight and cold. His touch sent a jolt of terror through you.

"Do you really think you can escape me?" His voice was a hiss now, right by your ear, each word dripping with sadistic delight. "You can run, but wherever you go, I’ll be there. In your mind. In your dreams. In every shadow."

Your legs buckled, and you collapsed to the floor, the weight of his presence bearing down on you. He crouched in front of you, his hand still on your shoulder, forcing you to look into his face—into those lifeless eyes.

"You were doomed the moment you pressed play," Suguru whispered, his smirk widening into a grin that was anything but human. "Now, all that’s left is to watch you fall apart."

And with that, the room seemed to close in completely, the world dissolving into darkness as the last sound you heard was his quiet, amused laughter, echoing in your mind like the promise of your inevitable end.

The darkness closed in, pressing against you from all sides, swallowing the room whole until there was nothing but the sound of your own panicked breathing and Suguru’s soft, mocking laughter. It echoed endlessly, circling your mind, taunting you.

Your vision blurred, but you could still make out his figure looming over you, his grin now fully visible—a twisted, cruel thing that seemed too wide, too unnatural. You tried to scramble back, but your limbs felt like they were stuck in quicksand, weighed down by fear, by the oppressive gravity of his presence.

“I wonder…” Suguru’s voice broke through the haze, low and contemplative, like he was musing over some private joke. “How long will it take before you break?” He tilted his head again, considering you like you were nothing more than an experiment, a curiosity he couldn’t resist pulling apart, piece by piece. “Most people crumble faster than they think. Even the ones who claim to be brave. But you… you might last a little longer.”

He reached out, fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The touch was ice cold, and it sent a shudder through you, every nerve screaming in protest, but you couldn’t pull away. It was as if he had rooted you to the spot with just a glance.

"Such fragile creatures," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with eerie gentleness. His touch, soft as it was, felt like a lead weight pressing down on your skin. "You think you’re strong until something like me comes along. Then, everything falls apart."

His words slithered into your mind, planting seeds of doubt, fear, and helplessness. You wanted to scream, to lash out, to do anything to escape this suffocating presence, but you couldn’t. Every thought you had, every breath, was slowly being pulled from you, swallowed by his overwhelming aura.

“You don’t understand yet,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, like he was sharing some dark secret. “But you will. I don’t need to kill you to win. I just need to... strip you of everything.”

And then, slowly, deliberately, he stood up, his gaze never leaving yours. The room seemed to shift, the shadows warping and twisting around him as though the very air obeyed his whims. He took a step back, and you felt a brief, fleeting sense of relief—like the pressure had lifted for a second. But it was a lie.

Suguru wasn’t done with you. Not even close.

He walked to the corner of the room, his form dissolving slightly into the gloom as if he were made of the same darkness that surrounded you. The TV, still flickering in and out of static, cast ghostly, shifting light across his face, making his expression even more monstrous. He stood there for a moment, as if letting you catch your breath, only to snatch it away again.

“I could leave,” Suguru said quietly, almost thoughtfully. “Let you think you're safe. Let you believe you can sleep, eat, go back to your life. But that’s not how this works.” His smile widened, a sadistic gleam in his eyes now fully visible through the curtain of hair. “No, I’m going to haunt every second of your existence. Every flicker of movement in the corner of your eye, every creak in the floorboards at night, every dream that starts to feel too real—you’ll think of me.”

His voice took on a sharper edge, colder and more menacing. “You’ll see me everywhere. You’ll hear my voice in the silence, feel my presence behind you, always just out of sight. And when you start to doubt your own sanity, when you can’t tell what’s real and what’s in your head…” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in your mind like a stone dropping into the abyss. “…I’ll be there. Watching.”

The realization hit you like a freight train. He wasn’t going to kill you, not physically. He was going to unravel you, mentally, slowly, painfully. Suguru Geto wasn’t just some ghost to be banished or escaped. He was a nightmare that would live with you forever, feeding off your fear, your despair, until there was nothing left of who you used to be.

Your throat felt tight, and you tried to speak, but no words came. The weight of your own helplessness pressed down like a vice, your chest constricting under the sheer terror of what he promised. You could already feel it, the edges of your reality fraying, blurring under his gaze.

Suguru stepped forward again, his shadow falling over you like a cloak of doom. “Look at you,” he whispered, his voice soft and dangerous, “so fragile. So… human.” He crouched down in front of you, his face inches from yours, his cold breath ghosting across your skin. “I don’t even have to try. You’re already falling apart.”

His smile twisted into something darker, hungrier, as if he was savoring the fear radiating from you. “Tell me,” he whispered, his voice a venomous caress, “how does it feel? Knowing you’ll never escape? Knowing that from this moment on, you belong to me?”

The words sent a final jolt of panic through your mind. You could feel your sanity slipping, cracking under the weight of his presence. The room felt like it was spinning, reality blurring as your vision darkened. His face, his voice, his terrifying smirk—they were everywhere, suffocating you, drowning you in an endless loop of fear and hopelessness.

You tried to scream, to fight, to do anything, but it was futile. Suguru Geto’s laughter echoed in your mind, growing louder, more mocking, until it was the only sound that existed.

And then—blackness.

Complete, suffocating blackness.

And in that darkness, the echo of his voice: "I’m not going anywhere."

You knew, with a sinking dread, that he was right.

You would never be free.

You awoke to silence.

Your body jerked as if trying to escape a fall, your mind snapping back to consciousness with a sickening jolt. The room was dark, eerily still. The kind of stillness that made the air feel wrong, like time had stopped moving, but you could still hear the faint hum of the TV’s static in the background.

For a moment, you wondered if it had all been a dream. A horrible, twisted nightmare conjured by your own overactive imagination. But the feeling in your chest—the weight pressing down on your heart, the cold sweat covering your skin—told you otherwise. No dream could leave behind this kind of visceral, all-consuming fear.

You sat up slowly, your eyes darting to the TV. The screen was black now, the static gone, but that did nothing to ease the tightness in your chest. It was worse, actually. Because now you couldn’t see him. Couldn’t tell if he was still there, lurking just out of sight.

Your breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as you tried to steady yourself, your mind racing to make sense of the situation. How long had you been out? Minutes? Hours? Days? There was no way to know. The room looked the same, but something felt off.

Then, a soft sound broke the silence.

A whisper. So quiet, you weren’t sure you’d even heard it. But you had. You knew you had.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you slowly turned your head, eyes scanning the room, searching for any sign of movement. But there was nothing. Just the dark, empty space. You stood on shaky legs, every muscle tense, ready to flee at the slightest sign of him. You had to get out of here. Away from the room, from the TV, from whatever nightmare you had stepped into.

But as you took a step toward the door, you heard it again—closer this time. A whisper, low and mocking, like it was being spoken directly into your ear.

"Run."

The word sent ice down your spine. You spun around, but there was no one there. Just shadows, stretching across the room like long, bony fingers.

But you weren’t alone. You could feel him. His presence, suffocating and heavy, like a pair of eyes burning into the back of your skull.

And then, from the corner of your eye, you saw it. A figure. Standing just out of sight, half-hidden in the shadows near the corner of the room. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that same twisted smirk barely visible in the darkness.

Suguru.

You stumbled back, your chest tightening with panic as you tried to make sense of what was happening. He hadn’t been there a second ago. Or had he? Was he ever really gone? The room felt like it was shrinking again, the walls closing in, trapping you with him.

“I told you,” his voice purred from the darkness, every word dripping with cruel amusement. “You can’t run from me. You can try… but where would you go? I’m everywhere.”

You felt your pulse quicken, your legs trembling with the urge to bolt. But you knew—deep down, you knew—there was no escaping this. Not really. Even if you left the room, left the building, left the city… he would follow. Or worse, you’d take him with you, like a parasite that burrowed its way into your mind and refused to leave.

Still, survival instinct kicked in. You needed out. You lunged for the door, yanking it open with trembling hands, but as you crossed the threshold, the world outside twisted.

What should have been a hallway, a path to freedom, stretched into something far more unsettling. The walls bent unnaturally, like the architecture itself had warped. The door on the far end flickered, pulsing in and out of focus as if reality couldn’t quite hold it together.

Suguru’s laugh echoed behind you, soft and mocking, almost… pleased.

“Do you see it now?” His voice was a whisper that seemed to come from everywhere at once, vibrating through the walls, the floor, the very air. “You’re already mine.”

You stumbled forward, heart racing as the walls closed in further, suffocating you with their sheer wrongness. Each step felt heavier than the last, like you were wading through water, every part of your body straining under the oppressive weight of the space around you.

The door seemed impossibly far now, even though you had only taken a few steps. It flickered again, growing smaller, darker.

And then, without warning, it vanished.

Panic surged through you, your hands shooting up to claw at the empty space where the door had been, as if you could will it back into existence. But there was nothing there. Just a cold, flat wall, mocking your desperation.

Suguru’s voice drifted closer again, soft and almost... tender in its cruelty. “Do you understand yet? There’s no way out. This is your reality now. I’m your reality.”

You fell to your knees, gasping for air, your chest tight with panic, despair closing in. It felt like a pit had opened up beneath you, dragging you down, pulling you further away from the world you once knew. You could hear him, closer now, right behind you.

His fingers brushed your hair, a soft, almost intimate gesture, but it only made the dread worse.

“I don’t even have to touch you,” Suguru whispered, his voice like velvet, thick with dark satisfaction. “Your mind is doing all the work for me.”

The truth of his words sank deep, twisting in your gut like a knife. He wasn’t just tormenting you physically. He was unraveling your sanity, feeding on every ounce of fear, every doubt, every whisper of helplessness that gnawed at your mind.

“You’ll break,” Suguru continued, his hand drifting from your hair to your shoulder, fingers pressing down with a weight that felt impossibly cold. “They always do.”

And as you knelt there, trembling, the world spinning around you, you realized with dawning horror that he was right.

You were already breaking.

The world around you pulsed, a grotesque rhythm in sync with the dread gnawing at your insides. Suguru’s hand remained on your shoulder, cold as death, his fingers tightening slightly—just enough to remind you of his control, his presence. You could feel your grip on reality slipping, every breath a struggle, every thought consumed by fear.

"You’re doing better than most," Suguru whispered, the hint of a smile curling in his voice. "But it’s only a matter of time."

The walls of the room seemed to ripple, distorting like a mirage, and you blinked, trying to focus, trying to hold onto something real. But everything felt wrong. Every surface was shifting, bending like liquid, as if you were trapped in a nightmare where nothing made sense.

And maybe you were.

You looked up at him, your vision swimming. His face was still obscured by that curtain of dark hair, but his eyes—they were visible now. Deep, dark pools of void that seemed to swallow everything in their gaze. There was no warmth, no humanity in them. Just emptiness. And it terrified you more than anything else. Because in that emptiness, you saw your reflection—distorted, fragile, teetering on the edge of collapse.

“Why are you doing this?” you choked out, your voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.

Suguru tilted his head, considering the question, as if he hadn’t expected you to speak. For a moment, the air grew still, and a cold smile ghosted across his lips.

“Because it’s fun,” he said simply, his voice cold and sadistic. “Because watching you unravel... watching you realize that everything you knew, everything you thought was real, is crumbling beneath your feet—that is what I enjoy.”

You flinched at his words, the truth of them sinking deep into your bones. He wasn’t doing this for revenge or because he had to. He was doing it because he wanted to. Because the fear, the despair, the helplessness—he thrived on it. It was a game to him, a twisted, sick game where your sanity was the prize.

"You see," Suguru continued, his voice taking on a softer, more insidious tone, "people like you are fascinating. You think you can outsmart fear. You think you can fight back, resist. But in the end, fear is all there is. It’s the one constant. And once it takes hold… once it roots itself deep inside… you’re mine."

His words echoed in your mind, a dark seed that took root immediately, spreading its tendrils through every thought, every fleeting hope you had of escape. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you tried to pull away from him, tried to get to your feet, but your body wouldn’t obey. It was like you were stuck in a thick, invisible web, trapped in the prison of your own mind.

Suguru’s hand slid down to your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were endless pits of darkness, and you felt yourself falling into them, deeper and deeper.

“Look around,” he whispered, his breath icy against your skin. “Look at what’s left.”

You turned your head slowly, reluctantly, and what you saw made your stomach drop. The room around you—if it could even be called a room anymore—was twisted, warped beyond recognition. The walls weren’t just bending; they were alive, pulsating with a sickly, black energy that seemed to seep into everything. The furniture was gone, replaced by grotesque shapes that twisted and convulsed, like they were being eaten from the inside out. The floor beneath you rippled like water, shifting with every movement you made.

But the worst part wasn’t the physical distortion. It was the faces.

Dozens of them. Twisted, agonized faces pressing through the walls, their mouths open in silent screams, their eyes wide with terror. You realized, with a sickening lurch, that they were the others. The ones who had watched the tape before you. The ones who hadn’t escaped. Their souls were trapped here, their fear eternal, their torment never-ending.

And you… you were next.

“You’re starting to understand, aren’t you?” Suguru whispered, his voice low and intimate, like a lover sharing a secret. “There’s no way out of this. No waking up. No second chances. This is your new reality. Forever.”

Your chest tightened, panic flooding your veins. You tried to shake your head, to deny it, but deep down, you knew he was right. There was no escape. No waking up. You were already too far gone.

Suguru leaned in closer, his breath cold against your ear. “But you don’t have to be scared,” he murmured, his tone almost soothing, as if he were offering comfort. “Not anymore. Fear is pointless now. You can let go. Give in. Accept it.”

You shook your head violently, refusing to listen, but his words were like poison, seeping into your mind, wrapping around your thoughts. He was right. The fear was pointless. There was no way out. No hope. You were his.

“I’ll be with you,” Suguru whispered, his voice soft and deadly. “Always.”

The room around you seemed to dissolve further, the faces in the walls writhing, their silent screams growing louder in your mind. You could hear them now, their voices overlapping, begging, pleading for release. But there was no release. There never would be.

You felt your mind slipping, your thoughts scattering like ashes in the wind. Everything you were, everything you had been, was disintegrating under the weight of his presence. You tried to hold on, tried to cling to something—anything—that was still you. But there was nothing left to hold on to.

Suguru’s smile widened, a dark, satisfied smirk as he watched the last of your resistance crumble. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Let go.”

And then—darkness.

Complete, infinite darkness.

But this time, there was no waking up.

No light at the end of the tunnel.

Only the cold, mocking echo of Suguru’s voice, reverberating endlessly in the void of your mind.

"You were mine the moment you pressed play."

And in the endless, suffocating silence, you finally understood.

You were never going to escape.

You were never going to wake up.

You had become one of them.

A face in the wall.

A soul trapped in the nightmare.

Forever.

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