#elevator hitch fanfic

[idv-sunsxin3]

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Note// Contains x reader, canon x canon, canon x oc, or canon/oc content in general. What I wrote is made for fun. Not everything is canon here. I'm not thinking of accepting writing requests either, my apologies <//3

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Eloquent Countenance

Veil (OC) // bio

Veil (OC) // Their/His Role in Eloquent Countenance

Elevator Hitch

Lynx (OC) // bio

Lynx (OC) // His Role in Elevator Hitch

Cold Front

Dolly (OC) // bio

Dolly (OC) // Her Role in Cold Front

Dead Plate

Vincent Dating HCs

Rody Dating HCs

Vincent, Rody// Train Station with s/o scenarios

Vincent, Rody// Thoughts on S/O

Sophia, Court(OCs) // bio

Sophia, Court(OCs) Their Role in Dead Plate

VincentxCourt// Angst Ending Scenario Idea

[infinite-protagonist]

" A Static Nightmare. "

cw; blood, gore, violence, the works.

>[His heart was racing, the ground seemed to stretch to infinity and the rotting breath of it was hot on his neck. Jasper caught sight of Ant, not too far from him. The red eyes were glowing in the silver moonlight, staring at his visibly shaking and tense form. Jasper silently pleaded for him to help, but he didn't move. Ant just stood there, watching. No matter how close he got, no matter this loud he yelled, he wouldn't move an inch. The scent of deceased corpses was wreathing around him, the sickening aroma of blood echoing off of the monster's breath. It was here again, and the static in his ears was overwhelming his senses, along with the pulsing of blood around his body and the ache in his legs. It took all of Jaspers' might to not just stop to breathe, but it would catch him. It was already on his heels, and he couldn't run for much longer. Sharp claws met his back, and pain seethed through him. The gore was spilling out from his form, but he couldn't stop running. No matter how much the pain made him falter, he refused the stop. Only the monster wouldn't either. Talons met his flesh again, and yet Ant still hadn't moved. Jasper was knocked over by the force on his back, and he stumbled to the ground. The split greyscale and muted blonde face stared down at him, a horrifying mirror of a twisted and bloodthirsty version of himself. Its eyes pierced Jasper's very soul, and it didn't hesitate before rasping a barbed tongue over his face, drawing blood in dozens of tiny slices. The red bathed the monster's mouth. The monster had now tasted the one thing he craved: and he was not afraid to indulge. He lifted Jasper with a clawed hand, staring into his eyes before snapping his jaws over his skull.]

>[Jasper woke up gasping. The smell of blood was gone, and he no longer saw that humanoid excuse for a creature. The only thing that kept him shaking? The sound of static echoing in his mind, and it didn't seem like leaving anytime soon. He wanted to think it was just his imagination this time. The paranoia from when he was last attacked from it still lingered, and with these nightmares he doubted it was going in the near future. But this time, it wasn't just his imagination. That buzz wasn't just a nearby TV making him anxious, or a phone or some sort of anything making his mind panic. It wasn't just in his head. It was actually there.]

>[Bone crunched, along with the sickening squelch of blood and guts being devoured by hungry jaws. Black claws hooked liver into the air, for the sharp teeth to close around it like a dog would a ball. The sound on its own was enough to bring bile up Jasper's throat. He didn't need to see the gruesome sight to know that he wasn't exactly thrilled to watch. Loud panting came in-between the crunches now, as if the creature had been eating far too fast for it to breathe. Its pace didn't falter, though. It still devoured its meal quick and furious, leaving little time for it to even pay attention to anything around it. With a deep breath, Jasper turned around to look out the window. He almost threw up; blood was painting the grass, its clothing and dripping profusely from its jaws. Scarlet twinkled in the light. The monster tore earth from around it, dragging the corpse into it with a huff. It was still breathing heavily as it roughly pushed dirt stained with blood over it, the body barely hidden before its attention was focused on standing. Its form was quivering, its balance unstable, its legs barely being able to hold itself up. The monster's piercing eyes darted around, before settling on the wall of the place Jasper considered home. Its position shifted to as if it were about to finally leave him to his own business, but then its eyes moved again. And they were staring directly into Jasper's.]

>[Jasper's heart thudded and his hands shook violently, his breathing growing laboured. The face of the creature was identical to his own, only some colour differences, and the mass amount of human blood on it. Each moment dragged on for what feels like years, the stare of its own twisted version sending a chill of fear that would last for an unnatural amount of time. Jasper could simply blink, or twitch and would scare himself. Despite his growing terror, he stayed frozen, breathing unknowingly becoming scarce. Suddenly coming to his senses, he dropped to below the window, back pressed against the cold surface of the wall. Jasper took a gasp of air, each breath now erratic and panicked. He noticed it eating a human body. And attempting to hide it? There's no way—it must have satiated its hunger if it did plan on doing anything to him right? It wouldn't be hungry enough to actually follow through with anything? His nails dug into the crevice where the wall met the carpet, and the irritation in the beds of his nails when they were moved in such a way stung, but Jasper could barely even feel it.]

“Nonononono… Why is it here? It- It shouldn't be here- why-”

>[His breath faltered every so often, making it hard to speak, even if it was to himself and barely a whisper. It growled, the sound a deep rumble, and seemed to make the walls shake. They didn't, but anything could happen when you're sick with fear. Every moment that passed made Jasper feel all the more horrified, pupils dilated and body shaking. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, the utter dismay coursed through his veins of fire, and finally, heavy footsteps stomped in the other direction, from the sounds of it. The static lessened, and the growl went quiet. The only noise was the sound of Jasper's quiet whimpering and beating heart. He let out a sigh of relief, and looked back up at the window glazed with the hazy night. What he thought was gone, was actually glaring back at him. Pulsing red, furious eyes were watching him, glowing in the dark light. The intense glare made the cold window fog, its claws digging markings into the window. It made it obvious it could see him, but it did next to nothing. It wasn't even moving all that much. Then it began to growl again. An ear-splitting noise dragged on through the once silent night, all coming from its throat.]

“You…”

>[Its words were deep, crafted from its growing fury. Jasper's breath hitched, looking away from the window. His breathing was coming in short gasps, cut off every few breaths, only to begin again. His mouth felt dry, and he scrambled onto the bed while covering his ears.]

“I-I'm just imagining things… it's not here, it's not here it's not-”

>[His eyes were darting around his room. The panic was causing him to hyperventilate, his throat felt like it was closing up, and it was hard to even stay conscious. Jasper's hands were trembling, he wanted to just go asleep, hoping this was all just a bad dream, but it was reality. And he couldn't escape it. He frantically laid down, trying to sleep the best he could. Alas, his eyes kept opening, his breathing wouldn't slow, and panic was overwriting his fatigue. He felt its eyes on the back of his head. He kept trying to just let sleep take him, but it never came. Footsteps were tapping inside the room, causing him to try to squeeze his eyes shut further. Before any signs of any sort of tire, Jasper felt a cold breath on his neck.]

>[Ignoring it now was practically worthless, it would just give the thing more time to plan its attack or get closer or just something. Breath was coming hard again, making him just want to claw his own throat out. It was in his house. He couldn't wait it out anymore. The creature even just showing small signs of even existing made his head buzz with the pure terror it sent through him. Each breath on the back of his neck made him feel all the more sick, he wanted to flee while he could.]

>[But he couldn't move.]

“... You're scared.”

“Why..?”

>[Its voice was obviously just feigned care. Faked concern or confusion. Its growl carried in it's tone, and Jasper hated it. He hated it so much. He hated the way it's sickly breath smelt like the blood in the dream, the way it was thick with death.]

>[He took a deep inhale, and pushed himself off the bed. He didn't want to face this thing. Jasper looked around for anything that he could use to defend himself with. Anything light enough for him to hold comfortably and he is able to travel with, but heavy enough to inflict some sort of damage. When his gaze had finally settled on something, he went to reach for it. He tried to wrap his hand around it, but he couldn't. His hand wouldn't comply. Despite wanting to defend himself, he didn't have the heart. He wasn't ready. He knew he wasn't. He dug his nails into the palms of his hands, and bit his tongue. Jasper's gaze clouded with fresh tears again, and he let out another choked sob. His mind was driven by his own fear, making him foolish. He couldn't even defend himself—it was pathetic. He couldn't even look at the creature. Not even a glance. It's just blatant stupidity at this rate. His hand brushed against the three long scars across his chest, the memory of the cause still haunting him. And he is probably getting more scars, if he survives at all. The raw panic swirling through each inch of his body made him want to pass out, darkness creeping at the edges of his vision.]

>[Another growl erupted from the monster, and its footsteps made gentle thumps as it followed him. It wasn't doing anything to him. But it's close proximity was enough of a sign that it wanted something to do with him. Its figure was framed by the moonlit doorframe, making a shadow cast over its form. Only one stark detail presented it wasn't a hallucination; it's glowing eye casting a faint red onto the walls around it.]

“... Why are you scared? I don't want to hurt you…”

>[It's lying. It didn't even bother to try to cover its lies. It's feigned voice only spoke feigned truths. It enjoyed Jasper's suffering. It thrived on his fear.]

“Y-you’re lying to me! Don't- Don't lie to me!”

>[His voice came out as a feeble cry, his legs tripping over items strewn across the ground, pitifully shaking as he somehow stayed standing. The creature's distorted form drew Jasper's eyes in. Previously, he couldn't look at it.]

>[Now he couldn't stop.]

>[It scowled at him. It wasn't pleased with that answer. With a crack, it's back straightened, it's new height a terrifying contrast to his own. Its was over a foot taller than him. It was staring at where the scars left from their previous encounter was.]

“... You're right. Lying doesn't feel right. But… he lied. Why can't I..?”

>[Its voice was still distorted. Still irregular and glitchy. Carried hate mixed with hunger with every syllable. The noise was loud, making every object and being fizz with each letter. And the sensation didn't feel pleasent.]

“There's nobody left to disappoint… so what's the point in truth?. .”

>[Another wave of illness washed over Jasper's form, making more bile rose in his throat. Just the acknowledgement of it made him feel all the more sick. He was so, so pathetic. He was quivering under it's gaze alone. He wasn't even trying to run anymore. But one thing stuck out in his mind. The only thing that wasn't blurring with his other thoughts.]

>[Why was it here?]

“W-what- who-”

>[He gasped for air before continuing.]

“Who lied- what do you mean-!”

>[It snarled, baring it's bloody teeth, salivating at the sight of the shaking human in front of him. His earlier meal was entirely forgotten at this point.]

“... You should know who, considering they were your little fucking savior.”

>[Each moment that passed uncovered another level in the creature’s hate for him. It reveled in his suffering. Its claws twitched, a low growl erupting from it's throat, its mind spinning with each way he could hurt Jasper.]

>[It really despised him. And it was obvious.]

“Savior-? Wh-”

>[Then the realization hit him.]

>[Ant.]

>[Jasper focused on its hands, the way they were trembling with the ways of torture he could put him through. His eyes darted around, desperately trying to find an exit.]

>[It was grinning. It was heartless, it was truly a monster.]

“Don't tell me you think he's… more than that? Did he really find someone to replace me that easily?”

>[Its figure loomed over Jasper, its height making him want to black out.]

“Replace you..?”

>[His hands restlessly tried to find some way of defense, some way to attack it, some sort of weapon. But his hands only met air. The creature looming over him only made him all the more anxious.]

“I-I never tried to replace you- I- I'm a doppelganger but- I never tried to- What are you on about!-”

>[Its too close.]

>[Its too close.]

>[ITS TOO CLOSE.]

>[ITS TOO CLOSE ITS TOO CLOSE ITS TOO CLOSE ITS TOO CLOSE ITS—]

“He REPLACED me with YOU. HE LEFT ME IN THERE! TO ROT, TO SUFFER.”

>[With a roar, he firmly grabbed one of Jasper's arms, and forced the limb to the ground, knocking him over effectively. Jasper's ears rang, a high-pitched noise blocked out most sound, but he could still make out its words. And it was just speaking, it was just ranting.]

“I heard him. I heard him, I heard EVERYTHING. He ran, he ate everything in sight- he tried to find him- that grey fucking BASTARD- but I don't get the treatment he did. He found a new me. One that isn't as fucked up… one that isn't as twisted. One that doesn't remind him of what he did.”

>[Of what he did.]

>[It leaned in closer to its prey's face, its eyes glittering with hunger.]

“Now… you'll understand how it feels to be abandoned by someone you love.”

>[‘Someone you love’. It's in pain.]

>[Its words were echoing in Jasper's mind. Despite wanting to kill him with every fibre of its being, he was unsure. He wanted the creature to leave. He wanted it to flee, he wanted it to run and never come back but on the other hand… where would it go? It sounded as if it had lost everything. His breath was musky on Jasper's face, but he barely even noticed the irony tang of blood on its breath.]

>[Everything had led up to this. Every nightmare, every interaction, led up to this moment. Him facing it again.]

>[He felt stupid. He felt idiotic even—but he decided to speak.]

“You're hurting, aren't you?”

“He abandoned you… for me.”

“And you want to pay him back.”

“You're in pain.”

>[It paused. Why wasn't Jasper still terrified? Where did this sudden change in behaviour come from? It didn't want him to fight back. It didn't like it. It didn't like how the words felt so… targeted.]

“You can't fool me with your fake sympathy… It won't work on me. You can't escape this… You can't change my mind.”

>[It began to shake its head again, low growling coming from its throat. Its eyes were now glazed with newly uncovered hurt. Jasper was right. It was hurting. It hates Jasper because Ant chose him over it. It wants him to feel how he did… how much anguish he felt when he abandoned him. By killing Jasper.]

>[What was meant to be a regular encounter twisted into fleeing prey and furious hunter, filling both parties with some way of grief. What used to be a useless human was now the reason for everything. Was the reason for its savage nature and hidden sorrow.]

>[With it's pitch-black talons, he grapsed Jasper's chin and lifted him into he air with a huff. But… it just stared at him. Staring into his eyes—into his soul—seaching for something. Searching for a reason. A reason to hate him as much as it does. A reason to kill him and get revenge.]

>[But it couldn't find anything.]

>[To hurt him, though? There was no excuse not to…]

>[It bared its teeth, fangs glinting with scarlet, and it wrapped it's claws around one of Jasper's arms. It dug it's claws in at some angles, applying pressure and force until—]

“Its not fake I-”

>[Snap.]

“AAUGH-”

>[His arm was tilted in a direction it most definitely wasn't meant to be in.]

>[Pain was jolting through his veins, blood hot with the sudden ache. The injury throbbed at the pace of his racing heartbeat.]

>[What could he do? Death wasn't something he was exactly thrilled about, but on the contrary, he didn't want to leave it in pain. But who could say him dying would even cure it? What if his death only cause more? Everything was confused and his sense were too overwhelmed to speak. A solution was far gone now. Hopefully where this would take him, it was a good situation.]

“H-hey- J-just- Just listen, alright-? I don't want to hur-rt you either-”

>[He writhed in it's grasp, despite the jolts of pain it sent through his arm. It was him, right? But just… a little different. Hopefully resistance would make it leave him alone.]

“Just think- think about it! What good will killing me do-? Ant will just hate you more if you kill me- you'll gain nothing but more hurt!”

>[Jasper didn't like how ruthless his point was, but if it worked…]

>[It slammed Jasper down as he began to struggle, almost hissing in his face.]

“SHUT. UP.”

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE THAT HE WILL.”

>[Its voice was cracking. It was getting more and more vulnerable.]

“You won't hurt me because you can't.”

>[It shaked him, snarling.]

“You are weak- worthless. You can't do anything to stop me I can kill you right now, and you can't do anything about it.”

>[Static slipped into its voice as it crackled and wavered further.]

>[He can't do it. He can't keep acting, it's too hard to keep his composure.]

“Wait- N-no-!”

>[The static was flooding his sense, and he could only hink about it. He could only comprehend this it was here, in his house, in reality, and could kill him. Right here. Right now.]

>[Jasper's legs flailed as he desperately tried to free himself, but to no avail.]

“Ant- A-Ant please! Please- help me!”

>[And yet fighting only made him desperate. Desperate enough to fall back into his own weak and pathetic way of escape.]

>[It growled, and dug it's claws into Jasper's cheeks, effectively silencing him, and his gaze darted away.]

“I said… SHUT. UP.”

>[When it returned, though? Its eyes were shiny with brewing tears.]

“Stop. Just stop. There's no need for any of that— he won't—can't save you.”

>[His sentence was rough and almost like a warning. It carried a sense of hope. Ant didn't save it… why would he save Jasper?]

>[Finding out what was wrong with the creature was a tedious task, and he hated it. This thing was beyond saving. It was beyond fix. Yet it's shedding tears…]

>[They fell like his own.]

“You don't know that. Ant could…”

“Come back for you too.”

>[...]

“You can't- you can't say that! You dont know what happened- you weren't there! He- He promised me!”

>[Its tears continued to flow, despite it's best efforts to stop whatever thoughts made him. It hated that's feeling. It hated it, it hated weakness. It begrudgingly let Jasper go and let its head fall into its hands.]

>[It couldn't do it. It hates Jasper—with every fiber of his being—it loathed him. It wanted to tear his skin apart and hang it up like a trophy of success, it wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes, as his cries for mercy faded away. It wanted to watch his carcass rot over time, he wanted him gone. He wanted Ant to feel how he felt. The agony he went through.]

>[But he couldn't.]

>[And it hated itself for it.]

>[It let more worthless tears flow, choked cries escaping its throat, muffled by static and glitches. Pixels summoned around its form, hoping to deter Jasper away from him. It wanted to hurt him still. So, so badly.]

>[The door creaked open.]

“Jasper!”

>[Worry was brimmed in his gaze as Bryce peered through the door. Jasper was covered in fresh bruises.]

“Bryce- Why are you here– GET OUT!”

“Jesus fucking Christ- what happened to you? Who did this?”

>[Bryce ran towards Jasper, picking him up easily.]

“Who— what did this to you!?”

>[Jasper, although injured, put up a huge fight.]

“STOP! GET- GET OUT OF HERE!”

>[What was it doing? It was behind him, not too far—why was it just there? Doing nothing?]

>[Bryce needed to leave, and quickly. Before anything else happened.]

“No! You are not staying here. You are clearly hurt!”

>[He kept a firm grasp of Jasper, and carried him outside. There was little cold in the air, yet his body felt cold. Almost too cold for the weather.]

>[Bryce placed him into the passenger seat, excusing his rude demeanor for being in pain. Even if he didn't seem like it. He sat in the driver's seat, and began driving. He saw a red eye glinted outside the window.]

“Fuck…”

>[The curse was no more than above a whisper. He hoped that if they drove enough, it would leave them alone.]

>[During the ride, Jasper stayed silent. He wasn't in visible pain, and he didn't look scared, or shy or anything. He looked angry. Furious, even. The hand that was on his non-broken arm was gripping the seat so tightly that marks were being engraved in the dark leather. His lips were twisted in a snarl, the corner of his mouth twitching with the effort to not lash out. Even though he tried, so, so hard, he couldn't help but speak up.]

“ARE YOU MENTALLY FUCKING INSANE?! DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU JUST DID?”

>[Bryce seemed quite confused.]

“No… not really. What did I do?”

>[He was getting quite irritated. He quite well have died if he hadn't stepped in!]

“Jasper, you can tell me anything. What in the hell is going on between you two?”

“That thing DESPISES me. It will stop at NOTHING to make my life a living hell.”

“You'd better count your days, because it may come for you too.”

[full-timecoworker]

>( Oh yeah in case any of you actually want it heres the fanfic that this blog is based off )

( I wrote this fanfic by myself and the concept is my own!! i hope you all enjoy the quick read )

[kwizzezdotcom]

So yesterday I was thinking what if I wrote a fic about Elevator Hitch being one of those anomaly finding games, would that be a good idea??

[edtriestowrite]

on my way to publish the first spanish elevator hitch fanfiction

[yellowflowrs]

protagonist doodles I did

[ghosts-in-season]

Cherry Wine - Cotag

Pairing; Cotag (ELEHITCH Coworker × Protag)

Words; 767 (More of a drabble than anything else!!)

Genre; Fluff :3 they have a little boogy and some insults get thrown

Summary; When you want to dance, make sure a partner is near by! (Inspired by Cherry Wine by Grent Perez)

uhhhh this is my first time posting something like this to tumblr so im sorry if it's,,, bad,,,,

Protag shifted nervously, thumbs picking at under his nails as he watched the dizzying waltzes in front of him. Beside him stood his co-worker. For the sake of convenience, he had always called him “Co-worker.” The taller blonde didn't seem to mind as he always responded to the prompt.

“Are you alright? You look like you've got ants in your pants.”

The male blinked as he looked down at his work partner. It had been around two years since they saw each other out of that elevator. It was… An awkward meeting but that wasn't the focus of now. Protag stared at him with an annoyed huff.

“Well, yeah I've never been to something this fancy before.”

“Yeah, I can tell. You're literally dripping sweat and anti-social-ness.”

After the couple of years they have been working together, Protag thought he would be used to Co-Worker's scathing remarks. It would seem not. The bluntness only made him rather annoyed, in all honesty. But at least it was by Co-Worker.

Suddenly, the song changed. Everyone changed pace to suit a quicker pace. Protag's eyes lit up. He's… heard this song before. A sweet melody that was similarly jazzy and fast, a song that carried passion and risk. He remembered listening to it on a record that his parents let him have.

His feet tapped as he found himself watching in quiet awe. God, he wished to be dancing carefree like the other employees at this gala. He sighed, letting his true feelings slip out in front of his fellow employee.

“You like this song?”

The taller blonde asked, a softness to his voice. It was quiet. Usually his voice was boisterous and grabbed everyone's attention but now… He was speaking directly to Protag. Like it was just for him to hear

“A-Ah, yeah actually.”

Protag grins sheepishly, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck.

“It was a good song, I learned to dance to it but I often let the music control me and my dance partners found it… annoying.”

Protag looked away, waiting for the laughter and mocking to start. It was clear he was an easy target tonight. But it seemed that it never came. Instead a large hand reached out to him warmly.

“We don't have to dance here. Just out there.”

Co-worker tilted his head towards the open doors behind them. There was an empty hallway yet it was still spacious enough to dance and let the music spill through.

Protag blinked.

“What? Are you serio– ACK–”

And just when he thought Co worker was being uncharacteristically nice to him, he was sweeped away. Out the doors and into the hallway, his flashy grin brighter than any chandelier lighting the way. He spun Protag around as he struggled to keep up.

Then they assumed the usual waltzing stance.

“C'mon I was convinced you didn't have two left feet y'know.”

He teased quietly, that grin still painted onto his handsome features. Protag rolled his eyes as he sighed.

“I'll show you then.”

The music was reaching its high as the both of them spun and danced, filling the halls with their entertained laughter and mild dancing offences. But as soon as the piano and saxophone picked up, it was like…

Something clicked.

The two of them in sync, Protag twirling around as the two of them were close but never tripping. Not once in this sequence. Co-Worker looked on in admiration for his partner. He was truly lost in the music, eyes closed yet never missing a beat. He was star struck.

And as that ending got faster and drew quicker, Co-Worker placed a firm hand on Protag's waist as the other gasped. He looked up with wide eyes as the blonde dipped him low. The golden light of the room shone like a halo above his eyes.

The crowd clapped at the performers but that was just white noise as the two men looked at each other with admiration deep in their eyes. They were panting yet they still felt electricity in their fingertips and in their toes. After a while, they parted.

“That was nice.”

Co worker mumbled out as Protag nodded in agreement. It was awkwardly silent as they were a little embarrassed that the both of them got a little lost in their own world.

“Shall we…?”

“Y-Yeah, of course.”

Protag spoke, tripping over his words as his face warmed up. They entered the room again, Protag feeling lighter than air. And just as he entered, Co worker's pinky grasped his own.

He smiled, and watched the next number begin.

[kirbythesixth]

yo would any studio investigrave fic writers like a beta reader because i would love to beta your read

ive been writing for awhile heres my ao3

also heres this beta reader checklist you can fill it out and send it to me so i know what you're looking for

my dms are open :3

[iamheadphones]

I haven't posted on Tumblr in a while what should I do.

*Rembers I have several fics*

Oh shit let's post that stuff.

Here are all the fics I have/am still currently writing(all are cross posted on Wattpad) :

Obviously it's only the first chapter but I promise all of them have multiple

[beomvs]

COTAG KARAOKE NIGHT!!

notes- inspired by a Pinterest post, (post will be at the end)

Might have some spelling/grammar, if it does please lmk!

Feedback is appreciated , it makes me a better writer.

This is SFW (does include kissing)

ALSO FIRST FIC WOOHOO!!

As Protag typed his last sentence of the day, he kept feeling like he was being watched. He heard footsteps toward him and a hand on his shoulder. He let out a huge sigh when he realized WHO exactly was watching him.

“Hey newbie~” That familiar obnoxious voice ringing in protags ears.

“What the hell could you possibly want coworker?” Protag said as he rubbed his temple in annoyance and anger.

Protag could hear Coworkers grin as he spoke

“I was thinking.. it’s been awhile since we’ve seen eachother outside of work..”

Why would Coworker care about that?? They were only colleagues after all.

Protag sighed “So?? Lets keep it that way.” Protag being clearly annoyed by Coworkers request.

Coworker pouted, “C’mon Protag.. Don’t be that way..”

“Continue what you were saying.” Protag said while turning to look at the annoying blonde.

“So i was thinking, lets go to karaoke tonight!!”

“Why would I go with YOU??” Protag questioned.

“Ill pay.”

“Ill be there.” Protag answered immediately, knowing he’ll regret this decision.

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“Protag!!” Protag heard coworker yell as he ran towards him.

“Pretty nice huh?”

“Its just a karaoke place.” Protag gave a funny look to coworker.

“Yeah whatever.. C’mon follow me! I got us a private room since it’s karaoke night and we can have more fun!” Coworker exclaimed.

Coworker grabbed Protags hand and ran to lead him to the karaoke room. Protags heart skipped a beat when Coworker grabbed his hand but immediately snapped out of it when they stopped. Coworker opened the door to reveal the karaoke room, it was dark and the only thing illuminating the room was the flashing lights. Protag gave Coworker a worried look.

“Don’t be a party pooper newbie.. its just a couple flashing lights! You’ll be fine!” Coworker said as he walked in the karaoke room. Protag slowly stepped in and closed the door behind him.

“Newbie! What do you wanna drink?”

“Beer. Idc what brand. I need beer, immediately.” Tiredness seeping into his words, Protag was extremely exhausted from work. A bit of alcohol wont hurt, right?

“Okay..” Coworker having a worried look on his face, but Protag was too tired from work to give a shit about it.

Coworker soon orders the drinks and disturbs the silence.

“Hey newbie!! You should sing!!”

“Why me? Why not you??”

“Ill do it with you.”

Protags heart slightly flutters with Coworkers statement.

“Fine..” Protag says while standing up, He sees that Coworker has a humongous smile on his face.

“Shut up..”

“WHAT?? I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!” Coworker yells

“Yeah but i know what you’re thinking.”

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After a couple rounds of beers, and horrible singing, both Coworker and Protag are drunk, especially Protag. Protag takes a seat while Coworker gets a idea.

“OH OH!” Coworker yells.

“What… dont yell so loud..” Protag whispers

“I HAVE to sing Careless Whisper!!”

“What?..” Protag says while Coworker turns on the karaoke for careless whisper.

Coworker starts to sing completely off tune, making Protag giggle.

Oh, woah, woah, oh-oh

I feel so unsure

As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor

As the music dies, something in your eyes

Calls to mind a silver screen and all its sad goodbyes

Coworker starts to put more passion into his singing, making Protag put more attention into whats happening in front of him.

I'm never gonna dance again

Guilty feet have got no rhythm

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool

Coworker starts full on belting in the chorus, putting love and passion into every word he sang, Coworker then turns around to look directly at Protag to sing the next lyrics.

I should have known better than to cheat a friend

And waste the chance that I'd been given

So I'm never gonna dance again

The way I danced with you, oh

Protag slighty blushes the more Coworker looks and sings, it almost feels like Coworker is singing the song to him. Is he directing the song towards him?

“Coworker.. what stunt are you pulling on me right now?” Protag says while covering his face to hide his blush.

“Nothing.” Coworker lying through his words. Coworker looks deeper into Protag’s eyes, drops the microphone, and puts both of his hands on Protag’s shoulders.

“Protag, I have something to tell you. Ever since I saw you in that goddamn elevator..”

Protag knows exactly where Coworker is going, but he doesn’t dare to stop his actions, he wants to hear this, he desires it.

Coworker runs his hands through his soft blonde hair, “Protag.. after what happened in the elevator, you’re all I could think about, I always annoy you at work so I can talk to and see you. I imagine you, I dream about you, you’re all I ever wanted and theres no one else out there whos better than you.”

Protag feels his face heat up as Coworker continues his speech.

“I love the way you speak, I love the way how you always know what to do, i love how you’re so focused immediately when you’re given something to do, I love your hair and how it looks so soft, I love how you dress, I love everything about you. Heck im not even that religious but I thank God everyday for letting our paths meet. Protag,” Coworker sighs, “Protag.. I..” Coworker is soon cut off from his words and he feels a hand grab his face and kiss him. Coworker feels the soft skin of Protags lips and is instantly mesmerized by it, and wraps his arm around Protags neck, grips his hair and starts to deepen the kiss. After a few minutes they both cant breathe anymore so they pull away. The karaoke music now faded in their ears, the instrumental no longer important to them.

“Protag.. I love you..” Coworker says in a whisper.

“I.. love you too.”

[sundayoaksimpette]

Heyyy I love fandom and Sunday from Hsr!

I write and read fanfic! Y’ll wanna request something I can write it, most likely!

Currently obsessed over plenty of Fandoms, like Hsr, Sally Face, Cold Front, Dandy’s world, Backrooms!

And plenty more, these are just the ones currently overstaying their welcome the most in my brain!XD

[glasslemonadejellyfish]

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I write sfw sweet innocent fluff

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[functional-left-kidney]

you might be dying. that is to say, you've already died - seven times now, or was it eight? five? ten? you're losing track.

your hands haven't stopped shaking ever since you came back the first time, heart pounding itself out of your chest as you grabbed at your throat, choking on air, choking on life. your nails left red marks on your skin as the man in the elevator with you watched, curious, horribly calm.

how is he so calm?

if he screamed, cried, paced, you could at least find some companionship, some solidarity. as it is, though, he's absolutely useless. he watches you step into the wet cavernous mouth and he does nothing. he watches your body tear itself in half and he does nothing. no compassion, no attempt to help. he makes you do everything. he makes you do everything. maybe he wants to stay in this elevator forever.

oh, he's so stupid. you feel like slapping him across the face every time you look at him.

you look at him now. he grins, his teeth white and sparkling.

you swallow down the acrid bile that seeps across your tongue, and stare down at the floor.

can't you still see his blood? red, hot, sticky, soaking into the carpet. it looked like when you rip into a pomegranate, the insides staining your hands, the flesh spilling all over the countertop. it felt like that, too. as easy as tearing into a pomegranate.

you can still feel his body beneath you, his heartbeat slowing under your hands.

you shudder.

“what's the matter? cold?” he laughs. “believe me, you wouldn't want to be here when the air conditioning goes out. if you’d endured that stuffy nightmare of a week, i don't think you'd ever -”

you're not listening. you can't listen, anymore. your ears are ringing, your heartbeat still thudding through your head. was it thirty seconds ago? five minutes? an hour? you drove those scissors into his neck and you killed him. you can't recognize that version of yourself. that person was a wild animal, feral, unthinking.

was it you? was it really you who killed him?

maybe you've been coming back wrong. maybe you're not you anymore. how many times can someone die before it starts to mess with them? the man's face looks blurry. you're getting tired. your hands hurt. your hands feel dirty. you glance down, half-expecting to still see them red with his blood. they're clean, of course. no trace remains of what happened.

how many times has he died? you can't remember. does it matter? maybe you'll kill him again. maybe he'll kill you. how many times do you have to die? won't you ever just stay dead? maybe it would be a mercy, at this point.

no, no, you can't let yourself think like that. it will be okay. you will figure this out. he will not help you, but it will be okay. you've come this far on your own. you can do it. you can crack open the mystery of this elevator and free yourself. you have to. you have to.

he's stopped talking. he's looking at you, now, quiet and firm.

he's waiting to see what you do next, you realize.

(so are you.)

[employee1618152017]

aw :( i sent that a little too late huh.

can i give you a jar of seawater? maybe one of those little "beach in a jar" jars?

also here! [you are given the aformentioned jar along with a paper bag. the weight is a little strange, until you notice the scrawl on the side:]

[DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT]

for bacon! :D

> [You hastily balance the jar under your arm, holding up the bag with the other]

> [Better than nothing, you guess]

> [But why is it specified that it’s not supposed to be eaten if it was given for Bacon to eat?]

> [Is it telling you to not eat it?]

> [You hate that thought, why would they think you’d eat a dead dove? Ugh]

> [You set the jar down on your computer, a nice touch to the room you think]

> [You make your way over to Bacon, who seems to be exploring your bed at the moment]

> [You gently open the bag, the smell of death making you gag slightly]

> [You pick the little guy up and put him in the bag]

> [He doesn’t seem to register that the dove is food at first]

> [You shake the bag slowly, the bird corpse rolling side to side]

> [You can see your snake immediately enter hunting mode, curling up with his eyes locked on]

> [He strikes sharply, beginning to swallow the bird whole]

> [You place the bag down on the bed again, letting him finish up his meal]

[justsomeno1s]

Not agaiiiinnnn god damnit

new hyperfixation just dropped. Time to drag @va1iant-viridity into Elevator Hitch. The boys suck, i love them. Going to strangle Coworker and traumatize Newbie (affectionate)

Why is it always the small games/fandoms ToT

There is nothing I am going to have to WRITE what I want to READ this is BULL

Be ready for the weekend Val- I'm indoctrinating you into a new cult. /lh