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omies-odd-writing-spot · 1 month ago

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I was not expecting doom spicyness this early in the morning from one of my favorite writers.

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Author's note: Sorry. Summary: VEGA often inserts himself where he doesn't belong, and unfortunately chooses to do so during a particularly private moment in a less than private location. Relationships: Doom Slayer/Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, Choking, Rough sex, Bruises, Creampie, Voyeurism (does an ai count??) Ao3 mirror

VEGA, despite being an omnipotent sort of presence aboard the ship, would keep quiet and to itself when observing things benign. You had rightfully assumed it could see everywhere given its integration with the entirety of the ship, but in most private matters, it trended to keep its digital nose out of business.

A fact greatly appreciated by you, as there were some things you would greatly prefer not commented on. Adjustment had made it easier to forget that there was something always watching, but every now and again, VEGA would remind you that indeed- it was always there.

Despite best efforts however, VEGA did still every so often interject itself where it didn’t belong. Usually it was just inconvenient or annoying; Commenting on an odd mannerism or interrupting silence with random tidbits of information that it deemed useful in some way. At most mildly irritating.

This time, you wanted to find where ever VEGA’s core now was and rip it out yourself before chucking it into nothingness. Even as you were half coherent, the metal of the console’s edge digging into your stomach as your trousers cinched around your knees, you could still visualize the palpable feeling of joy you'd get from throwing it's little robotic heart out into the cold harsh vacuum of space and shutting it the fuck up.

You didn’t need pointless observations and warnings and God forbid concerns about your own welfare when you were busy getting sent on a one way express trip to fucking Mars, courtesy of the Slayer.

You hadn’t expected it, but once the Slayer starts something oftentimes he’s more freight train than man; There isn’t any hope of stopping him. If he wanted to have you over the console just meters away from the teleporter he only just emerged from, high off of enough adrenaline to take down a large animal, that was how it was going to be. You weren't going to complain.

It wasn't as if there was anyone here but you to see or hear the rhythmic slapping sound of skin on metal and leather.

At least not anyone alive.

“She has a significantly smaller stature than you. You should refrain from using so much of your strength, especially while in the Praetor Suit, you might injure her.”

Injure yes, you just know your body is going to be covered in bruises. It usually was, but you know this batch will be worse. They'll probably ache for days as you attempt to function as normal, and each time you'll remember this moment.

Despite the slightly embarrassing but overall just annoying AI voice you elect to ignore it, palms pressing against the table and attempting to hold yourself up against what can only be described as an veritable onslaught.

Every thrust of his hips you want to fall forward, body limp and pliable. He had a way of taking the wind right out of you- of making you malleable to him. He manages to fuck you so quick it has your eyes watering, and being so rough the sounds of your skin against his armor is loud enough to echo. You don’t know if it’s his nearly inhuman nature that makes him able to pull himself almost entirely out, where you can feel the head of his cock just about to slip out, before driving back to the hilt in moments; Or if perhaps you’re simply losing the higher brain functioning that helps you feel time passing.

The Slayer rams himself into you particularly deep, battering his hips against your ass as you cry out. He's unfathomably deep and the awkward way your hips are posed and spine is curved let's him shove his cock in enough to fear bruising parts of you untouched before this. You feel a pressure in your hips, tight from being filled to your limit.

“Injury is inevitable if you do not stop.”

That isn't going to happen anytime soon. You don't think the Slayer is even listening at this point, and you don't mind being his personal toy for a bit.

Hayden would've called you his personal whore, but the last time he said that it got his mechanical ghost walled off to a distant part of the ship. The Slayer had been less than pleased by his insult, even if you didn't mind per say. It was only really insulting because of Hayden's pissant attitude.

One of his thick, armored hand wraps around the front of your neck, pulling your body against his chest as the armor of his forearm presses against your collarbone. It feels amazing, your blood thumps in your ears over the sound of slapping skin and muffled feral grunting, as his fingers tighten. His other hand stays on your waist, holding you upright. He can't go as fast with you pinned against his chest, but it's far from a concern. One of your hands reaches up to grab at his forearm, fingers clamoring for purchase and support on the seams and scratches of his armor. Your cunt clenches around him as the air in your lungs stagnates; The feeling of him having your life in his hand is intoxicating.

“She is going to lose oxygen to her brain. If you don’t stop she could lose consciousness.”

He doesn’t listen to VEGA's warning, and only when you really start to writhe do you finally feel his grip relax and let you take a full breath. His arm still stays around you however, keeping you pressed against him while his massive gauntlet lays around your neck just tight enough to be delightfully uncomfortable. You can feel how wet your upper thighs are, sliding against each other as your cunt is rendered a sloppy mess.

“Shut it up, please just shut it up,”

The Slayer however doesn’t seem to care, as you hear the soft reverb of panting from his helmet- like a dog in a kennel.

Different feelings tend to come to mind for you whenever demons or otherwise refer to him as the Beast.

“I only seek the safety of all life forms with permission to be aboard this vessel. You are at risk of injuring yourself if you continue this recklessly.”

You can barely manage to get out the words, sentence chopped apart as the Slayer slams his hips against your ass. Sitting down is probably going to be difficult in your near future. All worth it for the feeling of his cock stretching you to the max and dragging against every little bundle of nerves inside of you that makes you jolt and shiver.

“Vega, shut, up and go, the hell away.”

The AI gives an immediate response to your demand; Disorienting, the way it's voice is so neutral while responding to you as the Slayer continues to cram his cock all the way to the base inside your ill-prepared hole.

“I am programmed to only take those sorts of orders from The Slayer and Dr.Hayden unless authorized otherwise.”

You groan in defeat, only for it to get cut off and changed into a squeal as you feel his cock rub against a particular bundle of nerves that makes your toes curl in your shoes and knees almost buckle. Your stomach is like a vice grip, you're so close your clit is throbbing and your hands desperately grasp for something to hold onto and ground yourself with.

He hits it again, and again, and before long you're clenching around his cock and attempting to milk it for all it's worth as you finish. Your teeth grind as your body tightens, though the Slayer continues to fuck you through it all like a ruthless machine as he chases his own. The feeling of your tight cunt spasming around him as you cum is eventually does him in, and you feel the stutter of his hips losing pace in that final stretch before he stills with himself buried as deep as he can in you. The groan he lets out as he spills inside of you makes your gut feel like it's made of lead, the bruising grip of his hand on your hip aching as cum leaks down your thighs. You swear you can feel him throb.

A shiver rolls down your spine, and the only thing stopping you from sliding down the console and onto the floor like a wet towel is his hips pinning you against the edge, and his hand gripping your waist and shoulder. Your throat still aches a bit; your voice will probably be sore for awhile but you consider the price you paid fair.

It seems however that he's begun to lose that feral edge as his adrenaline begins to wear off, and seems content to keep himself warm in your heat for a bit. His armor is heavy and uncomfortable against your body, but it's coldness isn’t unwelcome. You certainly aren't going to complain when that discomfort is something you enjoy. Your heart still races in your chest as you try to catch your breath.

The Slayer leans over to do something on one of the screens you can’t quite see, only whimpering a bit when his shifting around brushes a few sensitive areas and stretches your entrance a bit. You also haven't not noticed hes getting hard again, and you figure you're on for another wild ride. VEGA however talks again before your brain has a chance to drift off again.

“...I am now authorized to heed your commands, within reason.”

Did… Did he specifically give you the ability to tell VEGA to shut up?

You can tell The Slayer is holding back, his hips keep shifting forward in an unconscious desire to drive himself deeper and fuck you again. You speak up.

“Stop talking for awhile unless its an absolute fucking emergency.”

VEGA processes for a moment, and for once you’re not upset to hear his voice.

“...Very well. I will be silent unless the flag station encounters any distress.”

The only thing currently in distress right now is your reproductive organs, but you gave up the right to care about their safety when you let the Slayer fuck you into next week with the entirety of his armor still on.

Funny how he can be so incredibly gentle with you, hold your wrist like it's glass and carry you around, and then fuck you like he's going to crack you in half.

Without the annoying omnipotent voice he once more began to grind himself deeper into you, earning a pleasing amount of whimpers and gasps from you in the process. He's a bit less rough this time, removing his hand from your shoulder and back onto your hip, but he still easily has you pinned against the console. Your sweaty palms both press into the console and you can only hope you aren't touching anything important.

“Fuck…”

The Slayer suddenly however pulls out of you to flip you around, picking you up at the waist to deposit you sitting on the console and coming between your thighs after your trousers are unceremoniously torn off. You didn't even really have time to assist by kicking them, he just yanked them off in one fell swoop. Back between your thighs he pushes into you, easily sliding into your well prepared cunt with little resistance and pushing out some of his own cum he left behind and making an even bigger mess of your puffy cunt.

With the Praetor armor he is even wider, and nearly impossible for you to get your legs around; Instead they just part wide enough to feel a stretch and bend at the knee as you sit dangerously close to the edge.

You both don't last nearly as long this time, your arms nearly buckle when you cum around him and as he does, he ruthlessly keeps going and going until eventually, he fills you up for the second time. Finally pulling from you results in that odd empty feeling of his cum leaking from your stretched cunt, dribbling down and onto the console below you. The combination of it all makes your tremor, muscles spasming as you ride out the aftershocks. Your legs dangle limply.

Your skin still feels flushed, but your heart is no longer hammering against your chest like it just had been. It's been a bit, since the Slayer had last had his way with you; You were well on your way of christening various surfaces of the station. Finding the time can be difficult and given you're the only two living beings aboard, there isn't much reason why you would have to confine it to any particular location. At least you don't think so.

VEGA issues one last concerned notice, making your messy thighs clamp up embarrassed and the still helmeted Slayer look at you like he did something wrong.

“Perhaps next time you should avoid this area. Excessive liquid could damage the equipment.”

#not my writing #SPICYNESS OF MATURE #i have no tag for that #doom slayer/reader #DOOM/reader #reader insert #BIG GUY WOKE UP #that giant hlnerd is going to feel so guilty cleaning up everything

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tobiasdrake · 10 months ago

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I really do love how much you can tell about Doomguy just from looking around his room.

Like. Yeah, all the stuff you expect to see is there.

He's got his big ol' gun rack.

What appears to be a rock he uses as a punching bag.

Whetstone for sharpening his knives. All the Real Manly Violence Man stuff you'd think would be there.

But also a pair of nunchaku. Doomguy has never used nunchaku in any of his games. Those are just there because apparently he's the kind of dork who likes to play around with nunchaku and pretend he's doing kung fu.

Also a jump rope. Gotta keep his cardio up for all that running and jumping he has to do.

He reads Guns & Bullets magazine, but he also reads Science Monthly. Which makes sense that he'd be a bit of a techie since....

...he seems to have made his new Praetor Suit by disassembling the old one and rebuilding it to be higher-quality. You can see from the guts of the suit that it's powered armor, and he just... knows how to work that.

He's mad. Not stupid.

He also reads cooking magazines, of course. His only friend is Doom J.A.R.V.I.S.; He's gotta be self-sufficient. Though how he got those pizzas delivered is certainly beyond me.

And, of course, he has a collection of regular books that he likes to read as well. Though his taste in literature reveals a certain trend.

Also, he reads comics.

So many comics.

So, so many comics that he's left discarded comics lying around on his munitions cases. This man is a nerd.

And if you doubt his nerd cred, remember that he even keeps collectible toy displays. Doomguy is explicitly the kind of person who will go out of his way in a firefight with the forces of Hell itself to go snatch up a new toy for his collection.

He even has collectible toy figures hanging out on his computer desk. He put a little hard hat on one of them.

On the other side of his desk, he's got some leftover pizza from the inexplicable delivery service, plus takoyaki flavor chips and some candy. It seems Doomguy is a fruity candy kind of guy, not a chocolate guy. Man after my own heart.

Oh, you know he has shredded every single surface of the Fortress of Doom at some point. How do you think he learned to react so quickly in combat?

That is, of course....

When he's not ROCKING OUT with one of his three separate guitars. I bet the middle one's his favorite. It has a place of honor under the giant demon skull.

Some people might say that a record player and casette tapes are old-fashioned but cut him some slack; He's a Gen X-er.

Of course, there's one thing that any walk through Doomguy's room reveals more than anything else. The one thing that matters more than the world to him. The thing that drives him in his every waking moment.

He loved his bunny rabbit. My favorite thing about the portrait - Well, my favorite thing about it is that it's a piece of fanart that got officially canonized, but aside from that - is that he's wearing his Praetor Suit in it.

That's not something he brought from home. He commissioned an artist to paint that after becoming a Night Sentinel. He still loves his poor, late bunny rabbit.

And he keeps her close to him when he's home.

#doom #doom eternal #doom slayer #doomguy

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doberbutts · 18 days ago

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See the thing is that I do really like fantasy and as a result I am so very aware that fantasy as a genre has been white dudes' playground for a very long time. And as a result even entries that I find incredibly engaging in other ways tend to fall desperately flat in terms of racial diversity, and so I am usually happy to snap up whatever I can get.

But.. it is also quite noticeable, these days, when there are no black people present. I have been (slowly) working my way back through Children of Morta which I very much have been enjoying. And, there sure are people of color in the various NPCs that need rescuing. But the family in itself? Is entirely white.

Now I can forgive it a little when it comes to being a family thing if only because as a mixed race individual I am so very much aware that people will not think about the possibility of a mixed race family unless they are forced to or unless they themselves are mixed race. So the mom, dad, and three children plus the grandma and uncle? Yeah sure fine whatever.

But then we're joined by the uncle's estranged son who is a hulking giant. And then we're joined by a "tribal woman" shortly after. And, you know, I understand hesitating to have either of those be people of color due to then falling into some pretty fraught stereotypes... but then my next thought is that you could have avoided fraught stereotypes being your only POC depictions by simply having the family... be people of color.

This is furthered by the devs stating that the Bergsons have a "non-specific ethnicity". That is all well and good. But why does opting out of stating ethnicity always look so... pale? If you mixed every single person in every single country in the entire world all together, the majority of what you would find are various shades of brown, not white. It is really very few countries that your average person is so specifically a peachy color, and those countries have very specific ethnicities as the dominant group.

This is especially true when other characters are not pale skinned- but they are (largely voiceless, as the unseen Narrator voices all of their lines) NPCs that exist only to either sell you things, be saved from oncoming doom and destruction in the form of various brutal monsters, or enemies in their own way especially in the incredibly sandy and Agrabah-ish levels which is its own problem.

Which means there was an active choice to make the playable good guys only family characters white, when the rest of the world is so varied in color, and when there are enemies who are decidedly less so. And saying that they have "no specific ethnicity" does not fly when ethnicity is clearly depicted elsewhere within the story.

I have to be clear that I do really like this game, and that it is a visually stunning masterpiece with a wonderful story, and I'm enjoying the journey.

But it is something that I notice whenever it comes up, game after game after game. At some point, it gets exhausting. This family could be black, and there would genuinely be no difference in any of these characters. So why make the choice for their non-specific ethnicity to still be a white one? Why continue to make white the default?

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omies-odd-writing-spot · 5 months ago

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B.F.D.G. 12: Botany Labs

[Previous chapter] [on Ao3]

Had to split the original plan for this chapter in two as this ‘first’ part rounded off so nicely. n.n

<.< Little peek at the civilian side of the colony before things go boom the first time.

Chapter Twelve: An odd shutter of the building had the young teen jarred out of the odd state she had been in. Somewhere between hyper fixation and a stupor, the girl blinked around her, recognizing the botany lab 58. Her favorite place at the moment, that was not the near private area that her dads had and shared. Mostly her step-dad’s rank was the reason they had such a big space.

Here it was large just because it was a green building, tied to several runners. Long buildings to be added green houses. As big as it was, there were not nearly as many people as other areas of the colony. So it was quiet but for the ambient sounds recorded, as well as the soft sounds of the quail that were finally getting established in their set areas of the growing space. In the day there was humming and buzzes of mason bees and some other smaller pollinators.

Thankfully, this was not one of the isolated sewage recycling buildings for breeding soldier flies. Between those places and the scattered smaller areas for meal worms and crickets, the quail, and areas that had chickens, all the birds had good protein.

The girl debated checking in on the rabbit colonies… warrens? There were a few set up in this building including her own group. She saw the time, it was so late, it was very early in the morning now.

Lana Deegan stretched her back, wincing not just at what she would imagine her dad saying, but also tossing her arms up as she saw the dimmed lights past her work station. A little cubby she had been allowed to take over with a table and a big yam plant to her right side. Mostly this was her spot to study and do her work program with the overall hydroponics and greenhouses. And twenty percent yam space. She had been working through reading a fascinating book on mycelium back on earth when the shaking happened.

The girl got up, checked to see if VEGA had left any messages on her terminal. Some older and semi new message from her professor on the Phobos base- he had noticed she was logged in at a weird hour. Basically it was a go to bed message. The latest was an air breach code for the outside?

That had the teen sitting up and paying attention, looking at the code itself and then sighed in relief. Not the code VEGA used for breaches, Lana was not sure she was grateful for figuring out about that herself or not.

The green domes, buildings and labs all had extra redundancies for breaches. Lana was safe here as she got up and padded to the main entrance. Noticing someone in the recreation room sleeping on the way down to the surface level reception. The doors were definitely locked, she was not getting past VEGA’s lockdown until one of dad's men came by to lift it. That did not stop the teen from automatically typing in her code, the one her dad gave her. To lock down almost everything in her building from the inside as well as the overall lock down. The clear windows were starting to tint as well as the dim lights to conserve energy and ‘camouflage’ from the main central colony.

Lana was still not fully sure why her dad had phrased it like that. She had promised to do that in any breach lockdown though, so she did before the young teen padded in slippers to the small recreation area of the building she was in.

She missed the large movement in a window, something dark and about human shaped crawling up the frame. Looking away as Lana scanned the reception area itself for any unattended goodies left while leaving the area. With her blanket and its colors the teen blended into the mural of sunflowers on the back wall. The computer said the underground tunnels were locked down as well as this upper section contracted to a warehouse-like bay that stored the outside tractors, and for anyone traveling by rollers. If needed someone could get into that pressurized area to be safe, just not into the green building or botany labs.

Lana was relieved as she saw that it was her uncle Richard, adopted father inside. She would not be alone, he was stretched out on the couch really, with a low table pulled over with several drinks of caffeine that did not work. She picked up a book and tablet off her dad's front, then took off his boots. They had been hanging off the couch but now rested beside it. One of the semi donated blankets from those that worked in the agriculture spiral. Each had a name on it, but anyone in the room could use them as the temps could fluctuate being on Mars. Lana spread the brown and blank blanket over her Uncle, finding another in green and yellow tones to wrap around herself as the girl started to get one of the other couches ready for her to get some sleep on.

She was just reaching for a second blanket when looking out through the clear windows all the way to one of the outer windows. Lana frowned, and got back up, padding quietly back out and over to the Eastern side of the building. The windows were still tinted but she could see out from the light from the moons. Not very bright but… there was a group walking?

Lana squinted, realizing they were coming from between the agriculture sprawl and the edge of the once mining track. Even from a distance she could recognize a formation like the drills dad would do, but who would be training this late? There were also at least three people in the bulkier armor compared to what her dad and his men normally wore. It took a second for Lana to recognize the ‘older’ generation armor of the space marines before the Elite Guards like her step dad.

What had them out at this hour? Without a transport? It looked like they were dragging a sled behind the last two.

The teen hoped everything was okay, they seemed to be heading to the RnD sprawl though.

Dad told Lana and her uncle to stay away from that area as much as possible last week.

Tired, not sure what to do, Lana retreated back to reception, sitting behind the desk to type out a message to VEGA. He should be able to respond, or one of his subsystems dedicated to the green areas. There was an automatic message, and the teen winced as she saw the string of misspellings she did.

Lana was about to go back to where she left her adopted father, when the computer made a notable chirp as it was taken over by the colony AI.

“Lana? Are you still there?” VEGA spoke from the small speaker at the desk.

The teen leaned over and turned the speaker on. “I’m here Vega.”

“Is your building still secured in lockdown?” VEGA asked, his voice the same calm and steady, almost warm that Lana always knew it was since she was a toddler.

“Yea…aah,” Lana started and then squeaked as she yawned, “Yes, it is. I used that code dad told me too. All the outer windows tinted, and… and dad..uh, uncle Richy is sleeping.”

“Is it just you two in the building?” VEGA asked, even as he was reaching out to the green building. Checking through every code and automatic system report from the sensors to his created subsystem. It seemed there was no attempts from anything to get in.

“I think it’s just me and daddy, um, uncle Richy.” Lana was tired now and it was showing as she slipped back to how she phrased things. It was so much easier to think of her uncle as daddy, and his husband as dad. Even though she had learned some people in the colony still got weird about it. “Vega what’s happening in the main colony?”

There was a full two second pause before VEGA spoke again. He was still calm and used a subtly different tone that he found helped keep panic down. “There has been a breach between the supply sector and the old mining area. Livestock buildings six and two are compromised as well to the local atmosphere. There is a chance that something has come through one of the rifts in the canyon below the research sector.”

The AI watched as the teen tilted her head and looked in the general direction of the livestock buildings. There was no panic he could see but a bit more attention was swung back to Lana as she asked, “Is that why there’s people outside of the local sprawl? I saw a group by the livestock buildings dragging things. Are they trying to do repairs?”

“There are crews that are on their way from the main colony and the mining area.” VEGA reassured, “Some of my cameras are down from the wind storm last evening. Would you tell me what you saw Lana?”

The young teen leaned back, kicking her legs in the chair to try and use the movement to stay awake. “It looked like some of the older space marine armor… I think it was LS building two? That’s the closest to us here. But they were pulling a sled?”

“That sounds like things are keeping on track.” VEGA noted and then added, “But, because there is a possible rift event, Commander Deegan, your dad has asked that you and your father go into the botany lab’s vault until he’s sure you’re safe. Would you start bringing some blankets and the couch cushions in there Lana? If you could also wake your father so I can let him know what’s happening?”

The colony AI watched from the computer’s camera and a security one as there was a delay before the young teen nodded. Starting to get up, “I can get dad… yeah can do.”

Lana was starting to move away from the reception desk before turning back. Blinking a few times before slowly asking. “Um… if we got to go to the vault room… can… you unlock the vending machines vega? The food rations in there aren't that good.”

“Of course Lana,” VEGA sounded more amused. He was more than willing to indulge the child as the machines in question were right along the path to the secured vault room of the building. Before adding in a lower voice. “Just do not tell maintenance and resupply it was me?”

“Oh no, it opened in the lockdown.” Lana giggled tiredly as she stumbled a bit, but like many teens of different ages, food was a wonderful motivator. She wavered a little before sidetracking to grab an empty two tier rolling cart. Using it to help stay up while yawning and trying to cling to her blanket.

She parked the cart between the vending machines and couches. Padding over to pat and poke her adopted father. “Dad? Daddy? Daaaaaad, wake up.”

The man snorted and blinked owlishly in the dim lights, realizing that he had a blanket and his boots were off. “Wassit? What’s going on?”

“Lockdown,” Lana started, yawned and then poked the man in the shoulder again until the Dr. Deegan sat up. Ruffling his hair. “Vega wants to talk to you, there’s a link in reception. Livestock buildings… um… two and…uuhh… two and siiix had failures.”

“Fuck,” the man paused and winced as his daughter giggled at the slip, but looked down. “Chickens and goats new buildings… vega’s link is where?”

“Reception.” Lana nodded, feeling something sink as she remembered what were in those buildings. She did know that the risks of breaches were the reason there were several buildings of the different types of farmed animals, even the small ones. She scooted back and padded over to the vending machines as her father got up.

“Where are you going, butter cup?” Richard Deegan asked bemused as he pulled his boots back on, though did not tie them.

“Oh nooo,” Lana giggled as she looked back and opened the first vending machine. Reaching in and grabbing the fruit cups first, then sweet Skeetles as she looked back. “No credits needed in lockdown. Oh no…”

“You goober.” The man shook his head as Lana giggled again and started to fill her arms, then used her blanket to hold things as he got up. “Get me some Honey comb?”

“Oooh, honey combs…” Lana almost dropped her loot going back to the cart, watching her adopted father heading to the other room. She had to maneuver to get the blanket on the cart, making it a nice cradle before going back. Pulling the cart with her and reaching for some more goodies. With basic permission from VEGA she was happy to grab what looked tasty and what were treats. Hesitating for a moment as she was not sure if her father wanted the real honeycomb in clear containers, or the honeycomb candy.

Shrugging, Lana grabbed both. Making a nice stash for her and her adopted father, even some drinks. Carefully put the blankets on the top and then wedged the couch cushions into the lower section of the cart.

Lana had a nice nest made in the large vault area when her dad came in, looking far, far too awake as he put some more things in the area Lana was setting up. Including some larger things of water containers. Lana tilted her head, confused as she was about to sit down. “Lot of water?”

“Vega told me you’ve been reading since yesterday afternoon.” Dr. Deegan said, her dad leaning over to give Lana a kiss on the head. “It’s drinking water. Hydrate my little hooligan. Can’t escape it. Want to watch a movie while we wait?”

“Vega did not need to tell on me,” the teen made a face, paused and then looked at the door, catching her father’s hand. “Dad? Can… can we get Lacy and Stitches? If we’re going to be stuck in the vault for a day.”

“Yeah, I can get your rabbits, buttercup,” her father assured, passing one of the larger, personal tablets to the teen that had a lot of entertainment data on it. “I need to check a camera for Vega, so he can see the damage of the breach in the livestock building. You sit and pick something for us to watch.”

The teen plopped down in her nest, yawning as Lana hugged an able juice bottle, trying to balance the tablet. “Okay… get some of their food?”

“I will,” the older man promised as he made sure the teen was laying down. After a long moment or two, he realized that Lana had fallen asleep just about as fast as she had gone horizontal.

Thank the gods for that weird talent of the young, and Lana was still young enough to do this. The man looked around, hesitated and put a blanket over his adopted daughter before getting up to make sure they would have enough supplies for several days and an active link he could use to watch the building itself. The few animals were fed some extra food, and the man brought Lana’s two favorite rabbits in with a pen and some dry food that should be more than enough.

The doctor stood by the same window Lana had wondered to, setting up a camera from another section of the building and paused. Seeing movement as the camera was starting to focus, tied to the building systems, and thus, VEGA.

But he could see… What looked like a fight?

Bulky armored men mixed with some streamlined one, set up outside and… something skittering and almost blending into the nighttime landscape. Richard swallowed thickly, almost forgetting the last thing before locking himself and his teen in the vault. Taking VEGA’s recommendation to close the lines for the liquid energy. With the batteries in the Green building and labs, everything would be running for a month under normal use.

With everything running at a minimum level it could be longer.

Just in case.

But with guardsmen in an active fight outside?

Dr. Deegan prayed for his husband's safe return, as he closed the vault. Thankful that Lana might sleep through the worst part to come, and his Edward knew where they were.

#omie's writing #doom fanfiction #doom 2016 #pre doom 2016 #BFDG story #the civilians on the mars colony #giant doom guy

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revelboo · 4 months ago

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May I request a Senator Shockwave fic or oneshot? I ask on behalf of the committee of Senator Shockwave Stan’s (it’s just me.)

Hey, I love the poor, doomed guy, too

The Worst Is Yet To Come

Senator Shockwave x Reader

• For a moment, you can’t breathe, can’t move. Staring at the portal as it crackles with energy and the siren screams. And somehow you’re not even surprised, a fatalistic part of you just knowing things would go sideways somehow. Can feel the portal pulling at you, your booted feet sliding. See a team mate struggling, falling and they go sliding through, just gone. Heart racing when their steel tether just snaps like a string and recoils. See it coming, but still can’t move as it cracks against your helmet and then you’re down. Sliding through the gate, too.

• “We can’t afford to be so short sighted, Proteus.” Spreading his hands, Shockwave frowns as the other Senator vents tiredly. Dismissing him again. “I’ve run multiple scenarios based on the current population growth and it’s a matter of when, not if. Cybertron doesn’t have the resources to sustain the population.” How many times has he tried to warn them all? Knows they think he’s too emotional, not serious enough for his station, but this matters. Even if no one will listen.

• “You worry too much,” Proteus says, shaking his head at him. Like he pities him. “You’re a Senator. Act like one, not some fanatical rabble rouser.” Watches the other bot sedately lift a hand to greet another senator in passing. “Trust in the Prime and stop looking for problems that don’t exist.” This problem does exist, though and it’s coming for all of them. He’s heard rumblings and rumors. About rations being cut to the lower castes. About a fringe group called the functionists starting to gain traction, that they have a Senator backing them.

• Hitting the ground and bouncing, you slide before thumping against a wall. And everything hurts, brain a muddled mess as you just stare at the crack in your helmet and try to figure out what happened. Where you are. Arms shaking and weak when you push yourself up, you stagger upright. Turning in an unsteady circle realizing the gate is gone. That you’re stuck wherever this is as your heart begins to race. Moving slowly as the frantic sound of your own breathing feels your ears, you’re aware of the scale of the place you’re in. A building when you’re almost sure you remembered the scientists saying the portal opened up on some jungle. Rounding a corner, you freeze when you spot the two giant metal monsters. And they turn suddenly to make you realize the sound you hear is your own hysterical screaming.

• ‘What is that?’ Proteus growls, backing away as the tiny creature screeches at them, the sound abruptly cutting off, before it just turns and runs back the way it came. And Shockwave is chasing after it without even thinking. Scientific curiosity mingling with the excitement of something new, because whatever you are, he’s never seen your like before. Some new species waiting to be discovered? You’re quick, darting around a corner and he can hear Proteus yelling to crush you, but he ignores that. Sliding around a corner, hip hitting the floor as he leans and his servos brush you. Sending you staggering and letting him roll to cage you between his hands. And several other Senators are staring when he looks up, their expressions scandalized. “Got it,” he says, awkwardly shifting to his knees and holding up his cupped hands as they recoil from him, whispering. Well, it’s not like they didn’t think he was a little off before. Shifting one hand to peek at you, he smiles.

#transformers x reader #shockwave x reader #senator shockwave

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smash-giants · 8 months ago

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#super smash bros #nintendo #giant boy #villager #animal crossing #doom #doom guy

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flawseer · 9 months ago

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Your thoughts on the wof characters have been really interesting and I'd love to hear your take on Starflight (your assignment of him being the 'designated sufferer' of arc one is both hilarious and tragically accurate). I've always liked him, cowardly though he is he still acts when he really needs to and the dynamic between him and Tsunami is super fun (the whole outwardly combative but inwardly just wishing to be as strong/as smart as the other).

I like Starflight and I relate to him a lot, as a fellow chronic worrier who annoys his friends with constant blathering about stuff only I find interesting, and often finding myself paralyzed in the face of decisions.

It’s funny how the story puts forward a black dragon, which in media are usually portrayed as mysterious, ambiguously malevolent harbingers of doom, and makes him into this adorable dork.

He’s also the plot’s chew toy, which I am at times less enthusiastic about. Especially when jokes are made at the expense of his misfortune.

Wings of Night and Sea

Starflight’s and Tsunami’s friendship is very engaging because, in a sense, both of them complete each other. For each, emulating the other serves as their last resort when faced with a personal crisis. Whenever Tsunami encounters a situation she cannot overcome with her usual blunt and direct approach, she asks herself how Starflight would resolve the situation. When Starflight becomes overwhelmed and too scared to move, his mind conjures an image of the strongest, bravest, most unstoppable thing he knows, which is Tsunami. Though either would be reluctant to openly admit it to each other, they both rely on each other’s strengths to cover their own weaknesses.

Through this you get the sense that, while their opposite personalities annoy each other to no end—if you locked both of them in a room for three hours, they’d be strangling each other when you open the door again—at their core they have only the deepest respect for each other. It becomes especially apparent when you realize that both of their stories in their respective books have them compare themselves to the other unfavorably.

If these two ever did a DBZ-style fusion dance, the result would likely be one of the most capable and balanced characters in their series.

Starflight's misfortune

CW: Discussion of blindness

One thing I have noticed (and have alluded to a lot in previous posts) is that the plot really likes to kick Starflight in the teeth. His own story arc puts him through the wringer, but he is not even safe in the two arcs past that, where he is largely out of focus. Most of the things that happen to him in arc 1 seem to occur for the sake of the story, but past that... it sometimes feels to me like the world has it in for this guy.

I started writing a list of every bad thing that happens to Starflight over all three arcs, but it got way too long, so now I’m just going to talk about a few select things instead.

One thing that stands out to me is that every other protagonist in arc 1 gets a specific moment. That kind of scene where they enter their tribe’s biome for the first time or connect with a particular part of their culture/physiology, and are overcome with a sudden burst of euphoria or deep resonance with their own nature. Clay gets it when he submerges himself in mud for the first time and then later again when he finds his siblings, Tsunami when she sees and smells the ocean, Glory when she’s in the rainforest and feels the sun, and Sunny when they go through the magic tunnel and end up in the desert. Starflight is the only arc 1 protagonist who doesn’t get a moment like this; when he enters his tribe’s home for the first time it’s a giant craphole that makes him feel upset. It only gets worse from there.

Then there is the big one; the misfortune that happens to him at the end of his book. I struggle to talk about this because... uh... How do I put this?

I opened this post by saying I relate to Starflight on a personal level. I wouldn’t consider myself as studious or well-read as him, so it’s not a direct comparison, but I do like to draw, write and dabble in visual artistry. This is a major part of my life; how I define myself as a person and what I think makes me “me”. The thing about this though is that all of this is tied up into one thing: my sense of sight.

It follows then that what ends up happening to Starflight is the realization of the one thing I fear the most. Thinking about the possibility of losing ones sight is deeply, personally horrifying to me. It messes me up internally just to consider it happening to me.

This, the subject of becoming blind, is a very difficult topic for any story to properly engage with. There are many pitfalls you can fall into and come off as insensitive, or ignorant. The way Wings of Fire deals with this subject is to... well... it doesn’t really. Starflight is blinded and then the story skips over most of his reaction to it because the next POV character gets separated from the group while they sort it out.

In a way, this is a good thing. I don’t know how this series—which often rushes through these really uncomfortable, harrowing events—would be able to show a realistic reaction to this development. Like, losing ones sight would be a horrifying prospect for anyone, but for Starflight especially this completely uproots not only his entire life, but his sense of identity. Everything he likes doing, everything he is and wants to be in life is rendered virtually impossible by this.

Consider who Starflight is. He is a thinker, and a worrier who is always inside his own head. He dreads and fears, he seeks out worst case scenarios, I daresay he is inclined towards pessimism. Whenever his neuroticism gets him too stressed, or emotional, or worried, he has one immediate response: bury his nose in a scroll. When he arrives in a new place, he usually asks where the scrolls are at. When he is under threat of being abducted or attacked, his first instinct is to go grab his scrolls to keep them safe. Like with me and drawing, reading is how he unwinds, how he balances himself. It is what keeps him sane and functional through dealing with adversity (and he's Starflight, so he deals with a lot of adversity).

Then this happens to him, and suddenly the one thing that makes this poor, battered boy happy, the one thing that never hurts him, is taken away forever. If I was in his place, if I learned I was suddenly blind, I would fall apart. I would cry, then scream, then cry AND scream and probably flail around in a panic. Clay would have to hold me down and restrain me so I don’t end up falling off the platform in a frenzied fit. Or worse.

So yeah, I get why the plot had to look away. Seeing this happen to Starflight—him going through this kind of anguish and then sinking into quiet despair as his world crumbles around him—would have been heartbreaking. In the end, we go on Sunny’s solo adventure and when she returns Starflight is already conveniently past the screaming fit phase and has adjusted to his new life circumstances—enough to talk and joke as if nothing happened. He then goes on to dedicate himself to bringing the wonders of literature to other blind dragons, which is a noble goal and good trajectory for his character—even if it’s a bit abrupt and I would have liked to SEE him do that instead of just being told.

Anyway.

This next one isn’t as notable because it doesn’t happen TO him, but I want to point it out to back up my claim that Starflight Ls can and will happen even in story arcs that have very little to do with him. In book 6 Moonwatcher and Darkstalker have a conversation where they discuss the concept of Nightwing powers and how they relate to the moons. The story very pointedly draws attention to the fact that Starflight nearly was born under three full moons and would have become the most powerful Nightwing of his generation if his inept caretakers had not decided to hatch him underground. While I don’t think getting these powers would have been good for Starflight in the long run, it is a bit sad considering he spent most of his childhood thinking he was born wrong because he didn’t have powers, and then Morrowseer further gaslit him about it throughout the arc.

And then we don't talk about what happens in arc 3. I am not the right person to discuss it.

My take on Starflight

I was asked to give my take on the character, so...

I already went into how I think he’s very introspective and prone to worrying. I see him as an introvert, which is something he has in common with Glory, and contrast him with Sunny, Clay, and especially Tsunami. He enjoys reading but also other activities where he gets to use his brain. He likes puzzles; I imagine he got very excited when they had to figure out the murder plot in book 2, or when he caught Blister in a lie. If he had a computer it would be full of adventure and puzzle games, and he’d hog the resident DS to play the Professor Layton series all the time.

When they found the academy, it is implied he teaches a literacy course and gives out writing assignments. That is right up his alley, but I’ve always felt he also has strong math/natural science teacher vibes. There should logically be a numbers class at that school and I can’t imagine any other character who would be more suited to teach it.

If I were asked where I would make changes to his story, I guess I would nix the part where he and Fatespeaker hook up in book 5. I have nothing against their relationship, it’s actually grown a lot on me over time. But I never liked how it started. Starflight gets rejected by Sunny and then immediately hooks up with Fatespeaker. This is really undignified for her because it takes their potentially intriguing romantic relationship and turns her into Starflight’s “rebound chick”. You really need to give yourself some time to move on from your previous attraction; rushing like this creates doomed relationships.

The original story implies that about half a year passes between the end of arc 1 and the start of arc 2. I like to pretend this gap is actually a bit longer, by like 2 or 3 years. It gives the old protagonists a bit more time to settle into the roles they’ll occupy during the next arc, and makes it more plausible to me that they could build and outfit an entire school, write the curriculum, designate roles, etc..

In that time, with things being more calm now, Starflight has opportunity to get lost in his own thoughts again. It turns out, now that the dangers of the war are no longer distracting him, he finds it difficult to cope with his blindness and sinks into a depression.

While this happens, Fatespeaker is there with him. She sees his condition worsening by the day, but refuses to give up on him. She reads to him; they talk, and they bond. Though serious self-searching and hard work, together they manage to pull out of the darkness eventually. This is how their relationship starts, and it’s also how Starflight gets the idea to invent the dragon-equivalent of braille.

Somewhere during that time, I also imagine Glory has Tamarin escorted to Jade Mountain so she can help Starflight adjust to his new situation and learn how to navigate his life without needing to rely on others. Perhaps this is what motivates Tamarin to attend the academy later.

What else is there to say? Hmm...

I think Starflight is really fond of hard candy. Jawbreakers are his favorite especially. Though given how prone to misfortune he is in the story, I’m hesitant to put him in proximity of anything with a name like that.

#wings of fire #dragon #wof #digital art #wof art #flawseer art #flawseer reply #flawseer talk #wof starflight #wof nightwing #romance

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solxamber · 9 months ago

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I HAVE A REQUEST FOR IDIA SHROUD X A SHARK READER >///<

More specifically, a reader that just has a very large shark tail that he likes to hold onto, weather it's hugging it or holding the tail tip as they walk down the halls. Idk I think it would be cute 🫶

Hook, Line and Shy Guy - Idia Shroud x Reader

Idia loves your shark tail, you think it's adorable.

i loved the idea so much <3<3

Idia clutches the end of your tail again.

You’ve told him about a thousand times that it’s fine—no, really, you don’t mind—but the way he’s gripping it like it’s his lifeline, bright red ears poking out of his hood? Yeah, that says everything.

He likes it. A lot.

Currently, the two of you are walking through the halls of NRC. Well, you’re walking. Idia? Idia’s trailing after you, both hands wrapped around the very tip of your shark tail like it’s some kind of comfort object. You flick it every once in a while just to mess with him, and he lets out these quiet little startled noises, like you’ve just pulled a rug out from under him.

“C-Can you not?” he stammers, even though he doesn’t let go.

You throw him a grin over your shoulder. “Didn’t know you were so attached, Shroud.”

He tugs the edge of his hood lower over his face, mumbling something under his breath. You don’t catch it, but you think it was something like, "I hate this place." Or maybe "I'm doomed."

Frankly, it’s adorable.

Idia holding onto your tail has become a habit. The first time it happened, you thought it was an accident—he was nervous, fidgeting with his sleeves, and when your tail flicked by, he just… grabbed it. You didn’t have the heart to pull away when he looked so relaxed for the first time that day.

And now? Now it’s a thing. Your thing.

He clings to your tail when you’re walking to class. When you're studying together in the library, he drapes it across his lap like a security blanket and pretends not to notice that his hands wander to it whenever he’s stressed. Heck, one time in the Mostro Lounge, he straight-up hugged the base of your tail to his chest like it was a giant pillow.

And, honestly? You can’t get enough of it.

“Why do you like holding it so much, anyway?” you ask, slowing your steps just a bit so he doesn’t have to rush to keep up. “Feels kinda fishy, if you ask me.”

Idia grumbles. “That’s... That’s a pun. And it’s not funny.”

You chuckle, swishing your tail to the side slightly. He stumbles, almost tripping, but still clings onto the end of it. You swear you see his hands tighten, just the smallest bit.

“It’s soft, okay?” he mutters, so quietly you almost miss it. “And… I dunno, I just... I like it. Is that a crime?”

A warmth spreads in your chest at the honesty. Idia being open is a rare thing, and you’ll take any little piece of it you can get. But you’re not letting him off the hook that easily.

“So you like soft things, huh?” you tease, glancing back at him with a grin. “You want me to just wrap you up in it one day? I could curl it around you like a big ol’ burrito—”

“Stop talking!” he hisses, his face flushing all the way to his neck. He looks like a lobster. But the way his fingers keep fiddling with your tail tip? Yeah, he’s not letting go.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you say, stifling a laugh. “But seriously, it’s kinda cute that you like it.”

“...I'm not cute.”

You blink. “Dude, you’re holding onto my tail like it’s a stuffed animal right now. How is that not cute?”

Idia grumbles something unintelligible, squeezing the fin of your tail in protest. He’s trying to look annoyed, but the effect is ruined when you feel him press his forehead to it, hiding his blush in your scales.

“You’re evil,” he mutters. “Pure villain energy.”

“And you love it.” You flick your tail, knocking lightly against his side. He yelps but still doesn’t let go. He never does.

The two of you continue down the hall, your tail gently swaying behind you and Idia holding the end like it’s his own personal lifeline. A couple of passing students stare, but he doesn’t even care at this point—he’s too comfortable, too content.

By the time you reach his room, he doesn’t even hesitate to pull your tail onto the couch with him, clutching it like a favorite blanket.

“Don’t make it weird,” he mumbles, tucking his hood over his head again.

You sit beside him, the warmth of his hands still lingering on your scales. And as he absentmindedly strokes the tip of your tail while zoning out in front of the TV, you can’t help but think that this might just be your new favorite thing, too.

Masterlist

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud x you #idia shroud #idia #idia x you

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nothomegal · 1 year ago

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HIII I MISS YOU :(( straight to the point, I need a yandere pyramid head fic!!

I´m sorry for the disappearance ;v; Can't post much due my studies.

Anyways, I ADORE your suggestion! And boy if our little (Y/N) is going to have a rough time with a yandere creature like Pyramid Head ._.)

Welp, let's start the story!

"Innocent lamb"

(Yandere!Pyramid Head x GN Reader)

Summary: the entity's realm was hell for some, heaven for others, and an inconvenience for the rest... But when one of the creatures encountered you, he made it everyone's problem, even the entity's that brough him there in the first place. But he meant no harm to you. He likes you. He wants you. He needs you. And he wͦ̀ͯi̸ll̩ͩ have Y̛̗̰͇͚͓͈̣͕̰͓̗͛ͤ̀̇̍ͥ͒̓͝Ơ̵̔_̰̅U̵̷̡̧̡̨͖̟̹͙̙͓̥̗̫̣̙͉͕͉̣̬̇ͭ͗̉͂̅̍͗̇̇́́̈͟͞

Warnings: yandere/obsessive behavior, violence and violent acts, quite angst(y) mood in general, (understandably) terrified reader darling :(.

Word count: 4.2k

The moment they entered the trial, all four survivors knew right away who the killer was. Either its the dread they all felt as soon as their feet made contact with the ground that gave it away, or the fact that the entity had placed all of them in the same spot next to two generators just to have any chances to make it out alive.

But they know it's in vain, they know they're doomed for a long long death by bleeding out.

They know it... Because (Y/N) is with them.

Said survivor had to bite their lip to avoid crying, as guilt and terror embraced them. Just because the monster had this unholy obsession with them it didn't mean they were okay with it, if anything it scared them more.

He, Pyramid Head, the Executioner... Or however you want to nickname him, is said to be one of the most powerful creatures the entity had the pleasure to bring, so powerful in fact that the spider-like being had to make a deal to bring him.

So it's not surprising that they are absolutely horrified, but who wouldn't? This monster, an embodiment of pain and punishment, almost a god, has been hunting them relentlessly ever since he laid his gaze or... Helmet? On them.

At first it was all jokes and gags;

'Aww look, (Y/N) has a boyfriend!'

'Watch out, here comes your crush (Y/N)!'

'Uh-oh, the triangle man seems jealous, look how pissed he is at Nea for healing you!'.

But the jokes stopped when it got clear how truly messed up and sinister said 'crush' is.

They still remember it, it was a regular match against that one masked knife wielding guy that runs a lot, he's called 'Legion' they think. The trial was going relatively well, just like many previous ones. Until it suddenly got an 180° turn when one of the walls to the realm was literally destroyed by a hulking mass of muscle and a giant knife. To say both (Y/N) and the killer nearly had a cardiac arrest was an understatement, things got so ugly that the entity had to intervene and cut the trial short.

That incident could be a fuel for a new wave of jokes, could... If it didn't happen again. And that next time was even worse, the beast nearly made his way into the survivor side of the realm, somehow bursting through the barrier the entity had created to keep the survivors separated from the killers to avoid any pity fights after trials.

Ever since that event, Pyramid Head was strictly kept in 'his' realm, aka Midwich Elementary School.

Sometimes, after escaping through the gates and running back into the camp through the fog, (Y/N) could swear they can hear the monster roar in the distance. Loud, distorted and fierce howls resonating somewhere behind the dense fog, as if the creature was desperately trying to yell out their name. Either to let them know how badly he wants them or a promise to break free and get them... Both possibilities giving them chills.

The entity of course wasn't okay with this, it was pissed! But it also could do so little... The great deal now had turned into a major curse. If the deal is broken, the Executioner won't hesitate to damage the realm to get what he wants. But if it remains, the monster will find new ways to bend the rules and make it everyone's problem.

Why the entity doesn't just give (Y/N) to the beast or gets rid of them ones for all? No one really has the answer. Some think it's due the entity's pride, or the possibility of the executioner going ballistic. For now, it's more of a silent (and petty) battle between two stubborn beings, each of them refusing to back away from their goal.

Goal. The entity's goal, though still confusing, is more or less clear; force people and creatures to play these twisted games and feed on those who get sacrificed. But the executioner's goal? It's straight up a mystery. (Y/N) know it has something to do with them, but... Why them exactly? Why not Cheryl? Didn't she come from the same place as that beast? What the monster even wants them for?

What will he do when he finally gets his hands on them? Wh-

A rough shake snapped (Y/N) out of their internal break down.

They blink a couple of times, tears of fear nearly sliding down their cheeks as their body shivers. They were scared, more than the other three survivors combined.

The survivor holding them by their shoulders, David, sighs when he finally notices them react.

—"Look, I know you're scared..."— he starts talking, his voice surprisingly calm.

—"I'm-... I- I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry-..."— you choke out in a weak wobbly voice, guilt eating you from inside.

—"No no. Just listen for a sec. I... Well, we all can tell that you aren't enjoying it neither. So, let's not break down into a soap opera, okay? Don’t think of this as hopeless match, but as another chance to woop that asshole's ass and escape."—

—"And also leave him empty handed!"— Feng announces from her place while already working on a generator.

—"Yeah, screw that triangular piece of shit! Let's try out Dwight's strategy this time. You remember it, do you?"— he asks you, not letting go of your shoulders yet.

The surprisingly positive and reassuring words of their teammates towards them really soothed and even cheered (Y/N) a bit. With a small smile they quickly wipe their eyes before nodding.

—"Good, see? We're already starting on a good note!"— he lets go to then pat your back, basically pushing you forward. —"Now go help with a gen before putting the 'plan' into work."—

Though the push hurt a bit, (Y/N) didn't care at all about the pain, too focused on keepings all the negative and pessimistic thoughts away.

For the first minute and a half everything was going well, (Y/N) and Feng were working on one generator while David and Jonah were working on the other one. The four of them were dead silent, straining their ears for any of the sounds the creature makes, such as heavy footsteps, the scraping of his gigantic knife or their own heartbeat. Weirdly enough, everything was calm... Too calm.

(Y/N) nearly choked with air when a cold chill ran through their spine.

Spine Chill. The beast... Is watching them.

They attempt to subtly alert Feng by carefully tapping her leg, but as soon as their fingertips touched the other girl’s skin, their heartbeat started to get louder and louder, until…

—“WATCH OUT!”—

(Y/N) exclaimed as they pushed Feng, just in time to dodge a bunch of sharp and rusted metal pieces coming out the ground.

—“Holy-...”— she mutters.

Now that the monster is here, the four survivors decided to put in action the mentioned strategy.

They all let go of the generators and run away in different directions, (Y/N) being the most desperate while running since they know exactly who the beast is targeting.

His pattern is always the same; chase after until sending them into a cage to then down all of their teammates and then come straight back to all caged and helpless (Y/N) and then… Stare or touch them until the others bleed out or the entity has enough.

The difference in the current case, is that (Y/N) is not playing just cat and mouse. In fact, chasing them is the worst the killer can do. All of their abilities are chase oriented, another teammate lurking around has all the boon ones, while the last two have all is needed to rush through the generators. If everything works out, the monster will get himself in a situation where he's be forced to leave (Y/N) alone.

The chase was intense, at least for (Y/N). Despite never catching a clear view of the Executioner, they could feel him close behind, following them methodically like a wild animal on a hunt, waiting for the right moment to strike while keeping up the tension.

It was hard to maintain the focus, every single hallways in The Game looked the exact same. Did they vaulted that window already? Didn't they pre-dropped that palled over there? Did Feng placed it up again? Are the other two working on the generators? Have they taken this left path before?

So many questions where swarming their mind as their legs kept carrying them on, only momentarily relaxing when two generators finally made that distinguish noise.

Two done! Tree left.

A breathless laugh escaped from them. Great! This is already going better than all of their previous encounters with the Executioner, which would always end with the first generator barely reaching 30%.

However, their smile was quickly swept when they realized they no longer hear their heartbeat or thundering footsteps tailing behind. It was silent, dead silent, with no other sounds that their own breathing.

A wave of anxiety flushed through (Y/N) like a tsunami wave and started to drag and drown them deeper into their own worries.

What the?... Okay, this was not part of the plan. The Executioner had never left the chase with them, never. So the fact that he finally did, and apparently a while ago, made them shake.

With nothing else to do, they gather the courage to start moving again. Where? Somewhere! Anywhere but to stay in place and be an easy target to the beast that so desperately wants them.

They keep running, stopping only for a brief moment before turning a corner, making sure they don't hear any muffled breathing that at times resembled growls. They learned the hard way with the Shape that some killers like to wait around corners, and they don't want to commit the same mistake right now.

Their heart jerked when they heard a scream resonate from their left, and a faint reddish aura in the shape of a human gleamed for a second before disappearing.

David is down.

And it seems like he's not getting picked up, which could either mean that the monster is setting up a trap or chasing someone else. Whichever the case is, they shouldn't go-

They hear a bunch of footsteps come their way, and in a set of panic they crouch behind a bunch of boxes, silently praying that their disguise is mildly good.

They can't see much from their spot, but they can clearly recognize the shape of Jonah running away from something massive.

As soon as the two figures passed by, (Y/N) gets up and takes off running towards David to check on him.

After some wondering around the labyrinth-like place, they finally reach their injured teammate, who was still on the ground and groaning from pain.

—"{David!}"— you whisper-yell as you start running towards him.

He weakly lifts his head just enough to see them. When he recognized who it is, he starts to frantically shake his head.

—"NO! GET THE FUCK OUT!"—

Huh? What-

As (Y/N) is about to reach David, a path of sharp metal pieces and razor wires had emerged right in front of them, just when they're about to make contact with the floor again, making in impossible to dodge.

The second their leg got tangled into the sharp metallic mess, everything went too fast. They don't even have time to pull away as something sliced them on their side, sending them directly on the ground.

They send a guilty and ashamed glance to David, who had an frustrated expression.

—"{Sorry...}"— you mouth.

(Y/N) has no chance to see David's answer as a massive hand suddenly curled around their throat and forced them to look away from the other man.

Their eyes wide at the sight of the beast menacingly hovering over their helpless form, holding their body in place between him and the ground. The muscles of his extended arm were tense, his breathing heavy, almost like he's holding back the anger and displeasure caused by them giving attention to someone else.

Their heart skipped beats, their breath uneven, their eyes watered as they tightly closed them, not wanting to witness whatever this thing was about to do. They can feel the warmth coming from his body, his breathing slowly stabilizing, as if staring at them and watching them slowly submit was enough to calm the monster. Ironically, it did the complete opposite to (Y/N), as their own heartbeat raised from the anxiety of having to face the unknown, attempt to predict the unpredictable and prepare to witness another massacre unfold around them at any second... Just to then end up caged and at the mercy of this-

—"LEAVE THEM ALONE ASSHOLE!"— David angrily yells from his place, struggling and trying to stand up. —"You're fucking terrifying, of course they don't want to look at you!"—

They can feel Pyramid Head's hand tense and start shaking, his fingers twitching and pressing further into their skin. (Y/N) was beyond terrified now, just a little bit of pressure and the creature could crush their throat like a cardboard tube.

David, though clearly using all of his strength, ended up falling back on the ground, as if some invisible weigh is actively pushing him down.

—“You freak! Absolute sick fuck! Let them go already!”—

As the waterfall of profanities continues, (Y/N) slowly places their hands around the monster’s wrist to attempt to push his hand away, unfortunately he didn’t budge at all.

Suddenly, David’s stops screaming and the very next second (Y/N) feels something warm and slippery press against their cheek.

They jerk in place at the uncanny sensation and shoot open their eyes, a breathless gasp escaping them at the sight of a… Wh-What even is that? A freaking tentacle? A tongue?…

The dark pink muscle wiggles in front of their face for a moment before licking another stride, wiping some of their tears and blood in the process, making (Y/N) shiver in discomfort.

They shoot a confused glance to David, desperately wanting to know if he’s witnessing this too. The man had an expression of pure ‘what the fuck’; eyes narrowed, brows furrowed and mouth slightly gaping.

This eye contact was brief though. (Y/N) got startled for a loud growl that reverbed from the beast's chest and helmet. The hand finally leaves their throat as the beast stands up to his full height and starts making his way to David, leaving them alone, as well as his knife?

(Y/N) throws their teammate a scared look, but David responds with a forced smirk.

—"Ah, now you decide to drag your big ass towards me."— he mutters through gritted teeth.

The monster seem to not react to his taunts. With each step that he takes towards David, his mask of confidence seems to crack.

Nevertheless, the man didn’t back out from his insults, he never does.

—“What’s wrong? Why so pissy, huh?! Jealous that (Y/N) prefers us?!”—

Saying their name was a sore spot to hit, and the way Pyramid Head reacted confirmed that.

The monster roughly grabs David by the neck, completely ignoring the fact that he’s not even holding his weapon. Instead he uses his bare hands to silence him.

Nasty, wet and crunchy sounds resonated through the room and hallways as the creature began to tear the man’s body limb by limb, piece by peace, unbothered by the pained screams of his victim or the low groan of displeasure that resonated from above for again not playing by the rules.

(Y/N) froze in horror at the sight in front of them. Blood, chunks of flesh and bone pieces where flying everywhere, never before they’ve witnessed this type of gore, not even during the ‘mori’.

Though it felt like the massacre lasted hours, it was actually second. The monster threw the whatever remaining he had in his hands and slowly turned back to (Y/N), who was still frozen and unable to look away from what was left from David. They know they will meet again in the fire camp, in one piece and alive, but god they felt sick...

Their shock breaks only when the thundering footsteps began to resonate again, shaking the ground underneath them with each the creature took. He grew closer, and closer, with them being able to do absolutely nothing aside from attempting to crawl away.

But that pity attempt was stopped when the same sharp wires and rusty metal pieces emerged from the ground and wrapped around their body, pulling them slowly underneath and sinking them further into the ground. And before they realize it, their body is already trapped in that rotten metallic cage.

Cold metal spikes just inches away from their flesh, so close to penetrate their skin, a wrong move and they would undoubtedly get hurt. But even if they wanted to move, they couldn't really. The space in the structure was small, claustrophobic even, each spike perfectly adjusted to keep their form in place. In some twisted way, it felt like a hug, a very cold, unwelcoming and unnerving hug.

They flinch when they hear a scream resonate from somewhere, which was cut by a loud slam.

Feng was caught.

It seems like the Executioner didn't bother to down her, rather getting rid of her directly, most likely because he's aware that Jonah is not keen of going for rescues...

And speaking of the man, there is his aura flashing before (Y/N)'s eyes as his body fell on the floor.

He's down... Which means that-

Before they even finish their conclusion, the tall figure of the monster appeared. Just by looking at them his behavior seemed to change; movements more erratic and pace uneven, almost like he's hypnotized.

He makes his way to them, slowly, as if purposely building up the tension.

(Y/N) wanted to look away or close their eyes, but whenever they did so the cage felt painfully small. It hurt, literally, so they stare at that beast grow closer with wide shaky eyes that struggled to keep their focus on him. This is something Pyramid Head was always good at, he could always make you fear, even the toughest bravest ones would inevitably succumb to the terror his presence brings.

Ones in front of them, the creature stops in place and simply stares, like he always did.

(Y/N), though still scared, was a tiny bit relieved that this is what the rest of the trial would be; them being pinned like a butterfly with the monster observing.

It would be just that.

Just this bizarre staring contest.

...Right?

WRONG.

The creature suddenly let go of his weapon and grabs the edges of the cage with both hands quite violently.

Now the little hope and comfort (Y/N) had was thrown out the window, as now they realize they no longer have any idea of what will happen next.

And by what it looks like, the entity is not planning to intervene, as if curious itself to see what will happen next.

Pyramid Head remains like this, his big hands tightly squeezing the imperfect metal bars, bending them slightly and making the already miserable looking material groan from the pressure he was applying.

It looked like he wanted to destroy that cage, rip it apart and get to them, but didn't do it by holding himself back... Why? What's even the point of this build up? What's even the point in wanting them?!

—"{Wh-...Why?...}"— you choke out in a very quiet voice. —"{Why a-are you d-... doing this?...}"—

(Y/N) knows is stupid to ask, Pyramid Head can't even speak! But they can't help themselves, they're too scared, their anxiety is unbearable and their thoughts are too out of control. They need answers, anything that could even hint for a possible explanation of the killer's intentions.

They began to second guess their decision to speak when the creature froze in place, even his breath was now inaudible. This was the first time (Y/N) spoke directly to the monster, but they didn't expect him to react at this fact, not like this, or at all.

But he did, he did acknowledged that little detail, and he will make sure they acknowledge it too.

The creature soon moves again, by slowly leaning closer and slightly tilting his head to the side, almost like trying to get a better look at them.

His breathing got heavier, low huffs and growls resonating from that metallic helmet of his. It really looked like he was actively holding back some major urge or desire, but what it is?

(Y/N) wanted to ask again, but decided against it as there is little Pyramid Head could do to answer, and even if he could, why should he? Maybe it's more amusing to him to see them helplessly wondering in the dark and unable to comprehend what's going on.

Or maybe, there is simply nothing to explain?... Maybe he does what he does just because? Human mind is way too used to seek for reasons and explanations for anything and everything, often forgetting that sometimes the answer is way too simple or straight up null, could that be the case?

The same groan coming from the cage bars pulled (Y/N) out of their thoughts. They forget how to breathe at the sight of the structure slowly collapsing as the monster starts to rip the bars with his raw strength.

A scared yelp escaped them as they try to back further into the cage as much as they can, ignoring the sharp edges that scratched or pierced their body. They barely felt pain, none at all actually, the adrenaline and basic survival instincts keeping their body resilient and ready to run. The sad part is, is that there is nowhere to run, nothing to do. It's sweet that their body tries so desperately to keep their hopes up and reassure their survival, but their mind is more than aware of the cold desolated reality...

The front part of the cage was eventually ripped off and thrown against the floor violently. (Y/N) can only cover their eyes with their hands and quietly sob as they wait for whatever the monster had planned to do next.

Even when no further actions are made, they refuse to look. They no longer want to face this thing, they no longer want to suffer this torment. Regardless if they believed in any religion or no, they mutter silent prayers under their breath, but not no save them, but to make it end and to know how sorry they are for any evil or harm they've did in their life that leaded to such tragic conclusion.

But this is where the catch is... They've committed none. At least from the Executioner's perspective.

Despite their whispers being so silent to a non-existent point, Pyramid Head heard them loud and clear. And the more he heard their voice, the more he felt the inside of his chest burn and the desire for them grow even more. (Y/N) is not perfect, they're human after all, and all humans have their fair share of flaws and defects... But unlike the rest, (Y/N) has the ability to acknowledge said imperfections and genuinely try to make up for them, to fix them... Regardless if they get something in return or not.

This, this is the true purity in a human being. An innocence and kindness so genuine that it would be a sin not to worship and protect... And who is a best fit to take care of it other than the fearsome Pyramid Head?

(Y/N)... So pure... So innocent... So kind... He must keep them save.

He must keep them...

He wants them...

W̴͕̳͈͔̭̝͠ͅ a̶̩̰̲̎̓͊̈̓̕ ǹ̴̢͇̬̘̗̯̜̍̋͊͠͝͠ ṭ̶͇̃̔͝ s̶̭̩͔̹̝̼̅̍̆̉͌͝

As the monster is about to reach them, a spider like legs burst out through the floor and wrap themselves around (Y/N).

The trial... Is over.

And while the absolutely livid roar gets overshadowed by the groans of the entity as the black fog surrounds the whole place. (Y/N) only keeps quietly sobbing as they cling to the spider leg sticking out of their chest. And though they knew the entity is the main responsible of their current torment, they were too overwhelmed with emotions to properly process their actions.

Surprisingly, the spider-like being didn't disappear right away, probably feeling pity for their situation and allowing them to cry for a brief moment, most likely to compensate this unplanned mess they have to deal with.

To everyone's surprise in the camp, when (Y/N) finally arrived they where unconscious, either passed out after such emotional roller coaster or the entity wants them take some genuine rest. Whatever the case it, it didn't matter, what matters is that their fellow friend is back save and sound, right?

As one of the survivors decided to take them closer to the bonfire for warmth and comfort, they could swear they heard some weird noises from afar.

It resembled a demonic cry filler with rage, so distant yet menacing. Everyone instinctively shivered.

And though (Y/N) successfully 'survived' yet another trial with the executioner, almost everyone had the gut feeling that the next encounter they have with the beast, it will not end good...

They all take a glance at their still unconscious form.

Poor (Y/N)...

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