#god they be the best killer duo

[isame-allen]

Yes YES

Omg you’re so big brained

wait what if I H!DS starcropped

…oh that might be the WORST outcome for everyone else I need to do it right now

[rainrot4me]

It's Not The Same Without You

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───────────────────────────────────── alice - peggy

── .✦ do not copy, translate, or plagiarize any of my works. dividers by me.

CONTAINS NSFW, MINORS DNI

✦ . Summary: Words hurt. Alice knows what it’s like to be the brunt of the joke. So, when an easy mission turns into a disaster that reopens old wounds, she spirals. Jeff doesn’t understand, worries he did something wrong, and seeks help from the only person he can think of—Ben. Wise words and a knock on the head are all Jeff needs to swoop Alice back into his arms and prove to her just how perfect she really is—in the language they both speak best.

✦ . Characters: Jeff the Killer x Alice Peggy (OC)

✦ . Warning: Blood, gore, weapons, violence, vaginal, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, biting, dirty talk, rough sex, slapping, choking, overstimulation, praises, friends with benefits to lovers, fat shaming (non-sexual), mental distress, crying, miscommunication

✦ . Words: 12.5k

✦ . Note: This is a gift for @z0l0fft and her lovely Creepypasta OC, Alice Peggy! I don’t do oc x canon much, but I wanted to gift her something nice after being such a lovely moot <3 Alice’s design and backstory belong to solely Angie, so be respectful! Thank you again for letting me write for you!!!

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“You need to be quiet.”

The woods breathed like a beast around her. Heavy fog slithered through the trees, curling around roots and swallowing sound whole. Branches above twisted like ribcages, and the air smelled of copper, damp soil, and something old—something rotting.

Alice Peggy moved like a shadow through it, quiet, unhurried, blade in hand. Her knife, a long, stiff-handled thing with a cleaver’s weight, swung lightly at her side. The edge gleamed where it caught the moonlight through the breaks in the canopy, shining like a beacon through the heavy brush.

Beside her, Jeff was humming.

Not a tune, not really. Just a low, careless string of noise like static in a human throat. His hoodie was dark with dried blood at the sleeves. His machete, long, crude, and chipped from overuse, dragged along the bark of a tree trunk as they passed, screaming out a long metal whine that set Alice’s teeth gritted tight in her jaw.

Alice looked like she’d wandered out of a black-and-white film and never quite returned to color. Her black hair hung in soft, uneven curtains around her face, dull with forest damp. Her skin, tan, scar-dusted, and worn like old leather in places, looked ghostly in the moonlight. And her eyes, always half-lidded and heavy, held a sadness so old it didn’t even ache anymore. Just watched. Just waited. She dressed like someone who didn’t care if her clothes bled with her—thick jacket, flared jeans, boots heavy enough to crush bone.

Jeff, by contrast, was all chaos in a hoodie—grinning like a slit throat, eyes wide with the permanent gleam of someone who stopped blinking at the word “mercy.” His skin was pale, corpse-pale, smeared with dirt and blood and God knows what else. Hair black, jagged, unwashed. He moved with a jester’s energy—light, fast, and too loud, but his shadow stretched long and mean when the moon caught him just right.

Together, they looked like different flavors of the same nightmare.

“Four of them,” Jeff said after a moment, almost absently. “Two guys, two girls. All carrying gear. Night vision, heat sensors, some low-rent EVP crap. Think they’re doing a docuseries. They’ve just got a lot of shit packed on them.”

“Like filming for a movie?”

“More like a shitty YouTube video.”

Alice didn’t respond right away. She didn’t have to. She was already listening, already tracking every rustle of moss and leaves underfoot as the group moved. The poor hikers had no clue they were being herded, purposeful noises made by the duo to guide them one way or the other. They had no clue they were walking into a trap.

Jeff stomped his foot, a twig cracked, the group halted, fast breathing and panicked chattering. Someone muttered, “Did you hear that?” in a nervous, nasal tone.

“They’re close to the clearing,” she murmured, voice flat with uninterest, as always.

Jeff grinned, wide and toothy. “You take the talky ones, I’ll handle the one in the beanie. He’s got a nic-vape. Can’t stand that sissy shit.”

“It’s better than smelling like cigarettes all the time.”

“Fuck off.”

Jeff snugged his hood up over his head, adjusting the fabric so it hid his face in the shadows of moonlight. Alice tugged her pig mask over her face, her signature item wrapping her in like a casing. Her dark hair coiled down her shoulders, messy and tangled from the night air, but she didn’t have time to worry about it right now.

They split with practiced routine, Jeff vanishing left into the underbrush with a feral bounce in his step. Alice slipped right, near-silent, boots barely brushing the ferns. They moved in tandem, swiftly and quietly, like a terrified cattle herd being swept up by coyotes with only the moonlight to guide them.

Alice saw them before they saw her.

Four kids. Early twenties, maybe. Flashlights bobbing, cameras rolling, and one was narrating something shaky into a mic—words about legends and disappearances, about an area “known for strange phenomena and brutal violence.” Her voice was thin with forced enthusiasm, but her eyes betrayed her courage. Every idiot in this group was seconds away from pissing their pants.

From what she gathered, they were documenting the Slender Woods. They had bright flashlights and loud-whirring equipment that echoed off the tree bark. They had no respect for where they were treading. Alice thought if her and Jeff didn’t take them out, the monsters in these woods would’ve gotten to them first.

Alice watched them from the dark, studying them like a butcher examines meat. She tilted her head slightly, the way she did when she was calculating weight, muscle, cut depth. They looked soft. This would be easy.

She moved.

One of them, a guy with a smug mouth and a too-tight jacket, caught the glint of her knife first. “Holy sh—!”

He didn’t finish. She was on him in two strides, slamming the handle of her blade into his temple. He dropped with a grunt, lights out. His camera tumbled into the leaves.

Screams started immediately.

Another girl tried to run, but tripped over her own equipment bag. Alice’s boot came down hard on her back, slamming the air from her lungs against the hard ground. The girl wheezed. Alice leaned low, knife in hand, eyes empty.

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

The girl whimpered something like ‘please’, and Alice rolled her eyes. She hated the begging part, couldn’t stand when people pleaded for their life like it had any value to begin with. Alice tangled her fist into the girl’s hair and craned her neck, giving her access to slice her throat open with gargled sobs.

Jeff evidently didn’t hold the same beliefs.

Behind her, there was a high-pitched shriek, then wet, rhythmic sounds. Jeff was somewhere in the trees carving chunks out of someone’s ribcage, hollering curses for them to beg more, daring them to fight back. She didn’t turn to look.

The guy she’d knocked out was starting to groan, shuffling forwards atop the fallen leaves. She stepped off the girl and turned toward him, wiping the bloody blade on her pant leg.

It happened faster than Alice could really process.

“You’re a big girl,” he spat, coughing blood that had begun to trickle from his nose. He chuckled to himself. “Shouldn’t sneak up on people—could’ve mistaken you for a fuckin’ bear.”

Time paused.

Alice barely blinked.

Something in her face shifted behind her mask, barely. The calm remained, but it calcified, cold and cutting. She didn’t speak, she simply knelt beside him and drove the knife into his thigh, hard and deep.

He screamed. Obnoxiously loud.

“You mistake me for anything else,” she said, voice like a scalpel dragging across skin, “and I’ll start pulling parts off until I find something useful.”

Blood frothed, soaking into the fabric of his ugly jeans. His hands flailed, fists gripping into his skin as he tried to kick and flail. His fear turned to anger in a blink, fists flying and curses screamed as the pain skyrocketed.

She didn’t flinch. Alice shoved his shoulders back, climbing up to his torso and driving her knee down into his chest. He tried to fight as she lifted him by the collar of his too-tight jacket, before slamming his head back against the forest floor. Then again. And again. And again. Until his wails of pain disappeared and blood began to pool from the back of his now-opened skull.

Behind her, Jeff’s laughter echoed through the trees, high, delighted, ragged with leftover adrenaline. It was evident he had had his fun.

Videoing equipment and camping materials were strewn across the clearing for yards, backpacks and clothes torn and flailing in the wind. The grass smelled like blood and rot, electricity filling the air from the events that the forest had just witnessed.

“Alice!” he called, still laughing. “You done already? Damn, leave some for me next time!” The two campers Jeff had dealt with were unrecognizable now, entrails and blood smeared across rocks and trees dozens of feet from them. Alice had always thought him to be very performative with his killings.

But Alice didn’t answer. She wiped her blade on the man’s jacket, and for just a moment, despite the gore, despite the screaming, despite the way her fingers curled with practiced ease around the knife handle… she felt smaller.

Heavy.

Ugly.

She stood without a word and walked back into the trees, leaving red footprints in the moss. The two left the massacre behind them, it was the wolves and whatever other creatures were out here’s job to clean them up. After a bit, the forest didn’t smell like blood anymore. It just smelled like wet dirt and home. It could’ve been peaceful.

Jeff wouldn’t shut up.

“Come on, that was fun, right? You got the jump on that one guy—bam, lights out. I was gonna steal the girl, you know, but you didn’t even give me a chance.” He was walking beside her, machete slung over one shoulder, his hoodie wet with someone else’s last breath. “You’re not even gonna gloat? Not even a smirk? You always smirk when they scream like that.”

Alice didn’t look at him, just tugged her pig mask over her chin and held it like a purse.

Her hands were sticky. The blood was drying in patches, itching at the skin under her sleeves. Her blade hung limp in her hand, point brushing against her worn jeans with every step. It might cut her, oh well.

Jeff slowed, peering sideways at her. “Did one of them bite you or something? You’re acting all… weird.” A pause. “Weirder.”

Still, she said nothing.

He gave a mock gasp. “Oh no. Did they offend you? Did someone insult how you stabbed them?”

She stopped walking.

Just for a second, long enough for Jeff to nearly trip over her before she kept moving again, faster this time. The mansion’s outline was visible through the trees now—dark and jagged, like a wound torn in the earth. The gaudy thing was horrifying, but to the duo, it was a sigh of relief to be home.

Her voice was quiet when it finally came.

“Shut the fuck up, Jeff.”

He blinked. Mouth halfway open for another joke. Then his brows knit together, just a little. But he didn’t respond, just scoffed and followed her in silence the rest of the way.

── .✦

The mansion greeted them like it always did—cold, looming, half-alive. A breathless thing in the dark.

Eyeless Jack was waiting just inside the front foyer, gloves already on, arms crossed.

“Anyone get clipped?” he asked, voice like gravel under velvet. His masked face turned toward them with its usual calm disinterest, but Alice knew Jack. He didn’t miss anything.

Jeff grinned and held out his arms theatrically. “No holes in me! Made plenty in them, though.”

Alice didn’t say a word. She moved past both of them, not even glancing Jack’s way. Her shoulders were stiff, her grip on the blade tighter than necessary.

“Alice?” Jack asked.

She didn’t answer. She just walked down the hall and disappeared.

Jeff cocked his head, a bewildered look on his face. “How the fuck does she just get to slip by?” He tried to take a step away, but Jack’s claw was already grabbing the back of his neck and dragging him back to his spot at the door.

“Because she doesn’t wait until a cut is infected to tell me about it,” he grumbled. “Now, let me check you without your whining.”

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Her door shut behind her with a soft click. No slam, no theatrics, just… done.

Her room was dark. She didn’t turn the light on, just leaned against the door and let her back slide down until she was sitting on the floor, blood drying on her skin like a second, heavier layer of flesh. 

She was used to this part. Episodes like this always happened after a mission. It’s just the adrenaline, she’d say, calm down. She was used to keeping the noise inside, but tonight it was worse. Louder.

You’re a big girl, he’d said.

Like she didn’t already know. Like her own skin wasn’t a magnifying glass trained on her every time she moved, or breathed, or tried to take up any goddamn space in a world that only made room for girls who vanished when they turned sideways.

She could still hear them, not just the idiot in the jacket, but the others, too. The laughter, the comments, the way they’d look at her in gym class and nudge each other like it was funny—like she wasn’t standing right there.

Fatass. Freak. Creep.

They’d call her that and then flinch when she talked about the movies she liked—slasher flicks, monster films, anything with gore. It wasn’t just that they hated her body, they hated what lived in her head. The way she didn’t want to be like them. Didn’t even try.

That’s the thing about ‘normal’ people. They taunt and tease and make people feel little, but the moment they have something different from someone, they begin to fear. And fear turns into hate and disdain as a way to mask their terror.

And then her mom—her only tether, the only person who saw Alice as something good, was gone. Crushed metal, broken glass, blood on the steering wheel. She could still see everything. It was just a spiral from there, violence and terror and no fear of bringing the world down with her.

After that, it was all static. Until he came.

Slenderman didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. He just stood there—in her hallway, her room, her mind. Until she broke open, walked into the woods, and never came back.

And still—after all that—some idiot with a camera and a weak chin could drag her right back down with one goddamn sentence. It didn’t matter that his brain-matter was leaking onto the earth right now, his words still echoed like he was speaking them directly into her ear. Like everyone—those girls, her father, her mother—were still whispering all of her flaws to her one by one.

She dug her fingernails into her thigh until the sting gave her something real. Alice didn’t cry, that wasn’t how this worked. She just stared at the floor, eyes flat, as if daring it to swallow her whole.

She wouldn’t let Jeff, or anybody, see this. Not the ugly parts, not the part she hadn’t killed off yet, not the part that still wanted her to be smaller. Invisible. Gone.

The quiet was worse than the blood.

It clawed at the corners of her room like something with teeth, pressing against the dark, curling underneath her skin. Alice moved to her bed, hunched on the edge, elbows to knees, chin resting in her palm. She hadn’t changed out of her ruined clothes, the dried blood on her hoodie cracked when she shifted, flaking like old rust.

Her mind wouldn’t shut up no matter how hard she tried.

Big girl.

She scoffed to herself.

As if she hadn’t heard that a thousand times already. As if it hadn’t followed her since she was old enough to be looked at like a problem. Her stomach twisted, not with hunger (she hadn’t eaten since yesterday), but with that old, sour sting of shame. The kind that latches onto your ribs and never lets go.

Her reflection in the window stared back at her. Drooped eyes, expression blank, mouth a line. She looked like she’d already died and just didn’t realize it yet.

The knock came sharp.

Thud-thud-thud.

“Alice?”

Of course. Jeff.

“Alice, open the door. What the fuck is going on with you?”

No answer.

She didn’t even blink. Just leaned her cheek against her palm and watched her own ghost float in the glass across the room.

Another knock, louder this time. “Seriously. This moody silent treatment isn’t cute, so what the hell happened? You mad at me?”

Still nothing.

She heard him shift outside the door, pacing, probably running his hand through his greasy hair and making that stupid irritated grunt he did when people didn’t immediately give him what he wanted.

“You looked fine earlier, so what—what, did I say something wrong? Did I miss something? Talk to me, dammit.”

That’s when she heard a new sound—quiet footsteps, smooth as someone who was used to being silent. A lower voice cut through the air.

“Move, Jeff.”

Jeff made an annoyed scoff. “What, now you’re babysitting her?”

“No. You’re just making it worse.”

There was a sharp thud as something hit the wall—probably Jeff, elbowed aside. Then silence. Then the softest knock yet.

“Alice,” Jack said, voice just on the edge of calm. “You alright?”

For a second, she didn’t say anything.

Then, finally, a word—gritty and short, like dragging gravel from her throat:

“Fine.”

Jack didn’t push, didn’t prod, she liked that about him. Jack cared, but he knew when and where his business was meant to be. He just waited a second longer, then gave a quiet nod she could almost hear through the door.

“Okay.”

She heard the turn of his boots as he started walking off—and Jeff’s loud, indignant voice trailing after him.

“Oh, so she talks to you? That’s fucking rich.”

“Grow up.”

“I am grown—grown enough to know when someone’s being a bitch for no reason—”

“Jeff.”

“What?! I’m just saying—she shuts me out, but for you it’s all ‘yes, daddy, I’m fine—’”

“Enough.”

Their voices faded down the hallway.

Alice exhaled slowly, but there was no relief in it, just air. In and out.

Then the silence returned. And she was alone again with her shadow and the rotted feeling under her skin.

── .✦

Call it holding a grudge, but Jeff doesn’t take the silent treatment kindly. He begins to exhaust his efforts, blissfully unaware the answers are smacking him in the face.

On Sunday, Alice sat on the cracked leather couch in the common room, folding laundry with robotic precision. Her hoodie, still bloodstained from the last mission, laid bundled at her side. She doesn't wear it now, too heavy, too tight across the stomach. The shirt she had on was baggy, long enough to hide the soft curve of her hips, sleeves pulled over her hands.

Jeff sauntered in mid-sentence, as always.

“—so then Toby tries to throw the hatchet and nearly takes his own damn toe off. Like, I told him, ‘you’re not Katniss, buddy, put the thing down’—oh, hey.”

No reaction.

He plopped down on the couch next to her, Nina followed in behind him, hanging into every word of his story until Jeff’s attention locked onto something different. Nina gives Alice a smile, but it’s not returned, so she waves herself off and heads into the kitchen.

“Hey, laundry gremlin. Say something.” Jeff throws his arms across the back of the creaky sofa, taking up as much space as possible, like usual.

Alice blinked slowly, didn’t turn her head, but folded another shirt. One of Jeff’s, actually.

He waited.

But when nothing came, he stood up with an irritated huff. “Okay. Ghost treatment continues. Cool.”

He stormed off.

The shirt she was folding stilled in her lap.

She exhaled shakily, stilling herself.

On Monday, Alice stood over the stove, stirring a pot of ramen she wasn’t going to eat. It was well after midnight, the only light illuminating the dusty kitchen coming from the overhead exhaust hood. The smell turned her stomach, but the sound of the water boiling gave her something to anchor herself with. She wasn’t hungry, she just… didn’t want to feel empty.

Behind her, the door creaked.

Jeff again.

“Did you make enough for two, or are you still living your weird no-talking fantasy?”

She didn’t answer. Just kept stirring, slow, clockwise, like the ramen might reveal something if she did it long enough.

Jeff watched her for a second. “…You know I’ve seen you puke after missions and still laugh at my jokes. So, what is this?”

Alice set the spoon down gently and turned off the stove. She walked out without taking the bowl, Jeff made sure it got eaten, though.

On Tuesday, a bad storm hit through the forest. Leaves and pellets of rain danced around in the wind, a low howl of energy thrumming through the soaked ground. Rain lashed against the mansion’s windows loud enough to make the foundation creak.

Alice sat on the front steps in a damp hoodie, hunched over like the sky had done something personal to her. The damp clung to her like guilt.

Jeff watched from inside, chewing the inside of his gashed cheek. Ben floated close behind, the two of them watching Alice like worried parents.

“What’s up with her?”

“Fuck knows.”

Ben floated closer, resting his chin on Jeff’s shoulder as he flicked his eyes between the two of them. “You do something?” He said it with a teasing tone, but Jeff didn’t take it that way.

“No.”

“Then don’t take it personally. She’s ignoring everyone.”

Jeff didn’t care. She was normal before their mission, and now she’s not. Something happened, his fault or else.

He shrugged Ben off, the elf rolling his eyes and floating back to the couch.

He opened the door halfway.

“You’ll catch pneumonia and die out there,” he muttered.

Alice didn’t flinch, didn’t even look at him.

After a moment, Jeff muttered, “Whatever. Get pneumonia, then,” and slammed the door shut.

She didn’t even blink. Jeff was becoming upset with her. But in Alice’s book, any emotion toward her besides pity was a good one.

On Wednesday, Alice was assigned a mission.

She stood in the hallway, tying her boots. Her coat was longer, buttoned up all the way. She wore it like armor.

Jeff clomped down the stairs, gear slung over his shoulder. He paused when he saw her.

“Hey. So you’re talking to Jack and Kate now, huh? Everyone but me.” 

It was only to finalize the plans for their mission, but she didn’t have the effort to tell Jeff that. She didn’t respond, just pulled on her gloves and grabbed her pig mask. Its face was cracked and stained with countless fluids, but right now, it looked exactly how Alice felt on the inside.

Big girl.

She flinched.

Jeff stepped closer, staring at her face like he was trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. She half stared back, half unfocused her eyes so she wouldn’t have to meet the anger in his gaze. Nonetheless, she held that dead expression.

“You know I didn’t say anything to piss you off, right? Like—if you’re mad, just fucking say it.”

Alice brushed past him, shoulder barely grazing him.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, watching her walk out into the dark. “Be like that, then.”

Thursday, she was in the mirror, brushing her hair. Trying, anyway. The strands were knotty, frizzed from rain and sweat and sleep deprivation. She winced as the bristles caught again, dragging too hard.

She stared at her face, the bags under her eyes, the slight puff of her cheeks, the way the shirt clung wrong today. It didn’t yesterday.

Something inside her itched.

A knock at the door.

Jeff again. Always Jeff.

She froze.

“Hey. I know you’re in there.”

Silence.

“…I was thinking—maybe we could go hunting in town later. You and me. I’ll even let you pick the target. Some guy gave you a dirty look at the gas-station the other day. We could track him down. Let off some steam, yeah?”

Still silence.

Jeff let out a loud sigh, she heard him lean against the doorframe.

“You’re killing me, Al.”

She stared at her reflection. And said nothing.

On Thursday, Alice sat across from Jack, picking at a slice of toast with a fork. Jeff slouched at the far end of the table, watching her like she was a ghost he hadn’t learned how to exorcise.

Jack, calm as ever, chewed something unidentifiable.

Jeff finally broke.

“I don’t get it,” he growled. “You eat, you sleep, you bleed like the rest of us. But the second I walk into the room, you’re suddenly the goddamn Black Lodge.”

Jack didn’t flinch.

Alice didn’t respond.

Jeff stood up, chair scraping loudly across the floor as it was knocked back. “Fine. Keep your little depression cosplay going. I’ll figure it out without your help.”

He left, hard footsteps clambering down the hallway. Upstairs, you could hear his door slam.

Alice’s fork scratched her plate. She didn’t finish the toast.

Friday, Alice sat in the weapons room, polishing the blade she’d used last week. It still had blood crusted into the grooves of the handle, but nothing a little soak in warm water couldn’t fix. The metal hissed softly under the cloth, back and forth, back and forth.

Jeff stood in the doorway. He didn’t say anything, just looked at her. He was utterly defeated. Nothing had worked. Not interrogation, not bargaining, not even anger could get her to speak her mind to him. He was all out of tricks.

She looked tired. Not just physically—soul-tired. Like something was pressing down on her from the inside.

He opened his mouth. Then closed it again. And walked away.

Alice stopped polishing. She stared down at the blade in her lap, her reflection warped in the steel. She didn’t even realize tears were prickling in her eyes until a drop landed onto the shining metal.

She wiped it off immediately.

── .✦

Seven days. No answers. No emotions. Just silence.

And Jeff—frustrated, stewing, growing louder in his head while she grew quieter in hers.

Jeff kicked open Ben’s bedroom door like the building had insulted his mother.

“Alright, fuck this.”

Ben didn’t flinch.

He was on the bed, one leg draped over the edge, a game controller in one hand and a half-empty Red Bull in the other. His glowing eyes flicked lazily toward Jeff, then back to the television screen where some poor NPC was getting eviscerated in 16-bit glory.

“Didn’t know you were scheduled for a tantrum today.”

Jeff started pacing, hard. Like the floor had done something to him.

“She hasn’t said more than five words to me in a week. A week, Ben. And they weren’t even, like… real words. It was more like a grumble and a fucking blink.”

Ben snorted, eyes still on the screen.

“Tragic. Has the side chick stopped texting, too?”

Jeff growled. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, for someone who’s supposedly not dating her, you sure look like your favorite toy got taken away.”

Jeff stopped pacing long enough to glare at him.

“She’s not my—”

Ben held up a finger. “Yeah, yeah. ‘It’s just physical.’ Spare me. You guys have been screwing each other’s brains out and pretending not to feel anything since, what, March?”

“It’s not like that.”

Ben finally paused the game and turned to face him fully.

“Oh?” he said, fake surprise heavy in his voice. “So you don’t get jealous when she laughs at Jack’s jokes? You didn’t almost kill Clockwork that one time she complimented her boots? You don’t stay up all night sulking every time she gets cold with you?”

Jeff’s mouth opened. Then closed.

Ben leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, voice lower now. Quieter.

“You like her. And you’re too goddamn scared to admit that maybe it’s not just sex. Maybe you like the way she talks shit to you. Maybe you like that she sees the monster and still crawls into your bed some nights like you’re not a walking corpse with a knife addiction.”

Jeff looked away, jaw flexing.

“And maybe,” Ben continued, “just maybe, you like her so much that you didn’t even notice what’s right in front of you.”

A beat of silence.

Then Jeff turned back, frustration exploding.

“I didn’t do anything! That’s the problem! She just started shutting me out out of nowhere. One minute we’re slicing up some idiot campers, the next she’s got this weird haunted look in her eye and she won’t even fucking look at me.”

Ben clicked his tongue.

“Jeff.”

“What?”

Ben leaned back, folding his arms behind his head like he was settling in for the punchline.

“She thinks she’s ugly. One of the campers said something.”

Jeff blinked.

“…What?”

Ben arched a brow. “You heard me. The guys you offed last week? One of them said some nasty shit to her before she knocked his brains out. Real high school mean-girl garbage. And you know what Alice is like—she’ll ignore bullets, but say something about her body?”

Silence.

Jeff’s stomach dropped.

He remembered the guy—some smug dick with a camera and bones like twigs. He’d made a joke, Jeff could hear the idiot laughing before Alice had jumped him. What had he said?

Big girl.

The words hit like a cold splash of water to the face. How had he missed that?

Ben watched the realization settle in.

“She’s not mad at you,” he said, softer now. “She’s mad at herself. She thinks she’s weak for letting it get to her. And she’s too proud to fall apart in front of you.”

Jeff’s face was blank. No smirk. No snarl. Just… quiet.

And in that stillness, Ben grinned.

“God,” he said, stretching lazily. “It’s so entertaining watching you be the emotional idiot in this situationship.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I mean, it’s kind of romantic in a murdery, trauma-bonded, we-don’t-know-how-to-cope-with-our-own-feelings kind of way.”

“Ben—”

“She’s clearly in love with you, by the way.”

Jeff snapped his gaze toward him.

“She’s not—”

Ben just grinned wider, eyes glowing.

“You gonna prove me wrong, Romeo? Or are you gonna keep waiting for her to snap out of it by herself while you cry in my arms?”

Jeff stared at him a second longer, then turned on his heel and stormed toward the door.

“Tell her I sent you,” Ben called sweetly after him. “And to stop writing all of her thoughts and feelings in her notes app where I can easily get to them.”

The door slammed behind him and Ben unpaused the game. “God,” he muttered to himself, smiling. “They’re so fucked.”

── .✦

The halls were quieter than usual. For once, no bickering, no blood trail, no screaming from the basement.

Jeff wandered like a man with a mission.

He found her in the back garden.

Alice was sitting on the cold stone bench behind the mansion, legs tucked under her, eyes tilted toward the sky. The late dusk washed her skin in blue. Her black hair was braided back in a loose knot, and there was a faint trace of soot on her cheek—residue from whatever she’d just burned in the fire pit nearby.

She looked… better. Not fixed. Not bright. But present.

Jeff hesitated, then walked up, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket.

“…You finally decided to stop playing dead, huh?”

Alice didn’t look at him, but the faintest twitch of her mouth betrayed her.

“That depends,” she murmured. “Are you going to keep talking?”

Jeff grinned, tension melting off his shoulders like melting snow. There she was.

“I missed that smart tongue,” he said, easing down beside her. “You’ve been acting like a kicked dog all week.”

She side-eyed him, “Don’t project.”

“Don’t deflect, then.”

They sat in silence for a moment.

Then Jeff leaned in, close enough for his breath to warm her cheek.

“…Come back to my room.”

Alice blinked.

Her expression cooled instantly. “Why?”

Jeff shrugged. “Because you’re clearly bored. And I have a six-pack of stolen beer and that one horror movie you like—y’know, the one where everyone gets slaughtered in the first twenty minutes?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Chainsaw Massacre? That’s a terrible movie.”

“Yeah. But you love it.”

She studied him.

Then sighed.

“…Fine.”

── .✦

His room was dim, cluttered, and warm—faint smell of copper and gunpowder, just like normal. A lamp flickered on the desk, bathing the walls in soft amber. Jeff’s room was always messy, but right now, it was a little tidier than usual. Stress cleaning? Alice could’ve laughed.

Alice moved cautiously, like a cat entering a dog’s territory. Jeff flopped onto his bed, legs splayed, arms behind his head, as the springs creaked.

Alice hovered near the wall.

He watched her.

“You gonna stand there like you’re waiting for a firing squad, or…?”

She rolled her eyes, but padded over and sat at the edge of the bed, stiff-backed and quiet.

Jeff sat up slowly.

“You really weren’t gonna tell me, huh?”

Alice’s spine straightened.

“…Tell you what?”

He moved closer, voice lowering. “What that guy said.”

Silence.

The words dropped like a guillotine.

“I didn’t care,” she said sharply, too quickly.

Jeff tilted his head. “That’s not what your eyes said.”

Her jaw tightened. She looked away. “I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it.”

“You didn’t want to talk to me in general.” He said it without venom, just fact. That somehow stung more.

Alice scoffed. “You don’t care about feelings.”

“Yours I do.”

That froze her.

Jeff reached out, slowly, and brushed her hair back behind her ear. She flinched away. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you hide yourself lately? Like you’re trying to disappear into your clothes. Like you’re ashamed of your body.”

Her breathing hitched, almost imperceptibly.

“You’re wrong.”

“Then why won’t you let me touch you like I used to?”

Her eyes flitted to his, panic flickering.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this. Not until I could feel okay again.”

Jeff’s hands moved, gently pressing against her hips, his thumbs curling into the dips of her waist through the fabric.

“Like what? Human? Real? Not airbrushed and starving like those assholes said you should be?”

He leaned in, lips brushing just under her ear.

“I’ve seen you. Every inch. Every mark. Every scar. Don’t you think I would’ve stopped after the first time if I didn’t like what I saw?”

His hands slid slowly down her sides.

“You think I’d keep crawling back if I didn’t want all of you?”

Alice clenched her fists in her lap. “You just want my body.”

Jeff snorted. “Damn right I do. But not because it’s some perfect fantasy.”

He leaned back just enough to look her in the eye.

“I want it because it’s yours.”

Silence.

Her façade cracked—just a little.

He saw the flicker of something underneath: a deep-rooted ache, bruised pride, the faint shimmer of disbelief.

He pulled her gently to him, hands gliding up under her shirt, resting just beneath her ribs.

“Your stomach,” he whispered, lips grazing hers, “is soft and warm. I fall asleep with my hand right here because it’s safe.”

He kissed the curve of her jaw.

“Your thighs? Fucking lethal. You could crush a man. And you have.”

His hands moved again—along her back, tracing the curve of her spine.

“Your arms, your chest, your neck… I love them because they’re yours. Not because they’re perfect.”

Alice shuddered under him.

“Stop.”

Jeff froze.

Then, “…Why?”

“Because if you keep talking like that, you might pop a boner.” She grinned.

He smiled—genuinely. A rare, fleeting thing.

“Good.”

And then his lips were on hers—hard, insistent, tasting the bitterness and the hunger and everything she refused to say out loud. His hands stayed where they were: firm, grounding, reverent. They gripped at each other’s clothes like an anchor.

When they pulled apart, Alice was breathless, eyes glassy.

Jeff had the worst shit-eating grin. “Fuck you for ignoring me all week.”

“You deserved it. It’s nice to see you humbled.”

“Humbled? Oh, I’ll show you a humbling.

His lips are crashing against hers like they’re magnetized, and it’s sloppy, a mess of teeth and lips and their tongues tasting every inch of each other like they couldn’t get enough. Like he didn’t even want to breathe for fear of losing out on her pretty mouth. 

“Fuck-” Jeff hisses, delicate strings of spit snapping as he pulls away ever-so-slightly to take in the delicious sight of Alice all glossy eyed with swollen lips. “Fuck you’re so beautiful. You don’t know how terrible this last week has been.”

He grabbed her hips, swinging her body off the edge of the bed and slamming her back down against the mattress. Alice let out a huff of air, tangling her fingers into Jeff’s hair as she drug him back into a kiss, legs opening for him to slot himself between.

Jeff chuckled lowly, kissing her over and over like he couldn’t get enough. Like he didn’t want to get enough. She’s moaning when Jeff slips his tongue past the seam of her lips, addicted to the distinct taste of him and those nasty cigarettes she always nagged him about smoking so often.

He’s drawing back in a way that has him drinking in her soft noises, palms kneading her body over her thick layered clothes. 

“Je-Jeff-” she’s gasping out when he presses his hands up her hoodie, dragging it over her shoulders to reveal the smooth skin underneath. He nearly growls, mouth practically watering at the sight of her tits cupped into her bra. He moves back down to her bruised lips with heated peck after peck. “You don’t- don’t have to-”

He groans, lips moving to kiss down the quivering column of her throat, “Shut up- Just shut up and kiss me. God, for how much I love that brain of yours, you think way too much, sweetheart.”

“You-” she sputters, the cool chill of the bedroom pebbles her sensitive nipples as Jeff unclips the back of her bra, sliding it off her arms. Alice is met with the hungry look she knows and loves, Jeff going in for another sloppy kiss before she grabs his jaw and levels him with a narrow look, “How many times did you jerk off by yourself?”

He flashes her a sheepish grin, palms groping her tits. “Would ya believe me if I told you it was none?”

“Absolutely not.”

This earns her a sharp smack gifted onto the dimple of her cheek, the palm of Jeff’s fingers burning onto where he was now gripping her chin. 

“Always need to talk back, don’t you?” he spits, shoving a thigh between her legs. Such a feral grin shines across his face at the soft moan Alice lets out, grinding purposefully against that damp mound of her needy cunt still trapped behind the fabric of her jeans. “Always so quiet until you know I’m about to get in your pants.” He has one hand massaging her tit, the other dragging her sloppy hips up his muscled thigh. 

“Again-”

Jeff’s palm meets her other cheek, a sharp slap that has Alice whining against him. Her hips writhe against his thigh, clothed cunt aching and sopping as she humps against him. Jeff gives her one more hard smack just for good measure, and Alice moans deep and throaty.

Her cheeks are dark, firstly from the hand-sized splotch on her skin, but also from the devastating gush of arousal that’s flowing through her every fiber. She’s like crackling electricity, a live wire that’s been left drowning in water and is ready to shock someone again.

He’s kissing her pulseline now, canines hovering over the erratic little cadence, breathing her in like she was pure heroine.

“Are you gonna shut up long enough for me to fuck you?” he licks a long, languid stripe up her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down every inch of skin he could reach. Leaving marks on her skin is like his personal love language.

Alice grins, coaxing her hand back into his hair and tugging so hard Jeff jerks his head back with a groan. “We’ll see if you can make me cum, first. Then you’ll get yours.” A deep chuckle erupted between the two of them.

He’s capturing her lips with his again, nipping at her bottom ones. She whines as he pulls, suddenly forgetting exactly why she had ignored him in the first place.

But Jeff wasn’t done yet, far from it. He chuckles, kissing down her neck again and admiring the flowered bruises beginning to appear there. He fumbles with the button of her jeans, “Remember when I asked if you wanted to go hunting the other day?” Worshiping the valley between her breasts as he hastily tugs down the zipper. “That night, I was so angry with the world that I tracked down that guy myself. He’s buried somewhere in the backyard right now.” 

Alice moans, deep and loud, gripping the sheets in her fist as Jeff bites at her abdomen.

And she’s reeling from both his words and the way Jeff rocks his hips into hers now, something hot, and so achingly hard pressing in the damp area between her legs. “Thought I was gonna die when you wouldn’t even look at me.”

“Really?” her breath hitches.

“Nah.”

Alice kicks her leg into his side, knocking the air from his lungs with a huff. “Kidding.” He continues his nips down her body, quicker now, tugging her jeans down her hips with jerky movements until he shackled them off her ankles.

“Every single day,” Fingers dancing across the hem of her panties, “Felt like being punched in the face every time you looked away without sayin’ anything.” 

Jeff’s licks down her navel now, humming in confirmation into her skin. “It sucked…” he groans, taking in the first sinful sight of her drenched panties, so damp and flimsy (and after just a few kisses, really?) “The real topper was you talkin’ to the eyeless fucker while you were mopin’, really pissed me off.”

Alice watched, heart racing as Jeff gripped a bruising hand into her hip, nails digging into her skin. His darkened gaze locked on the way her slick built up on the apex of her legs, bare thighs trying to close, to give herself some semblance of dignity. Jeff wouldn’t let her, especially when he’s holding them apart.

“I thought…” He slides his index underneath her panties, up and down, grazing her swollen folds. Her sweet juices pool on his fingertip before he’s popping the digit into his mouth, eyes rolling at the taste, and she’s never seen him look so hungry. “How much of a tease you are.”

Rip.

The cold air brushes against her before she even knew what happened, only when she feels Jeff’s hot breath against her dripping cunt does it hit—this bastard just ripped her panties off. He tore them off her hips, flinging the trashed material somewhere unknown in his room.

Her lips wobble as he just admires her pussy, the way it glistens and clenches around nothing. “Hah- please.”

“Please what?” he grins, and she can feel him licking little circles around her inner thigh, nipping against the muscle at her hip rotator. So close. “Someone so smart has got to know how to use their words.”

“You’re awful.”

“And yet you’re soaked.”

With such a desperate groan that makes Jeff’s cock twitch so painfully in his jeans, she bucks her hips closer to his smug mouth. “Want your mouth on me. Want you to eat me out. Please, Jeffrey.”

He lets out a shuddering breath, “That’s my girl.”

Alice gasps when he surges forward, burying his face nose-deep in her pussy. She holds her breath as he lazily licks up her folds, long, sloppy movements of his tongue all the way from her entrance to her swollen clit, swirling deftly around the sensitive nub. 

“Jesus Christ.”

He could be mistaken to be drunk off her pussy with the way he’s so messy, seemingly unable to decide between sucking harshly on her poor, ravaged clit or dipping into her sloppy hole. All the while, his hands are pushing her thighs apart, digging his nails into her soft skin like an anchor. It’s driving her mad, keening and pulling at the sheets beneath her. 

Jeff was well and fully intending on ruining Alice for all the stress she had caused both him and herself.

“Shhh, don’t worry, baby,” words muffled into her cunt, “Gonna take real good care of you.” He’s throwing her legs over his broad shoulders, gripping either side of her thighs and pressing the skin tight in his palms.

“Real good care.” Then he’s plunging knuckle-deep into her cunt, the tips of his long fingers massaging her warm walls. It’s messy enough that her slick is trailing down his knuckles, wet noises with every pump. He’s searching for that one spot he knows will have her moaning deliciously, then pressing down, hard. “Gonna have you screamin’ so loud the whole damn mansion hears.”

Alice lets her grip off of the sheets, laying her shoulders back against the mattress while both hands wrap into his hair like a vice. She snags his hair, hard, urging Jeff’s mouth towards her cunt again. Partially because she wanted him there, partially because she really needed him to shut up right now.

And shit, how could he ever say no to his pretty girl?

Jeff is grinning, she can feel it on her throbbing clit as he wraps his lips around it. He’s pumping his fingers in and out, hitting that little spot each and every time, looking like he was absolutely in heaven as he rolls and swirls his tongue against her clit over and over and-

“Sh-shit. Jeffrey-”

“Mmm, yes- fuck, love it when you call me that,” he groans, and oh he’s looking at her like a man half-starved, eyes half-lidded, and such a pretty blush dusting his cheeks. Alice jerks his hair, a wild moan erupting against her core, deep groans following. 

“Fuck,” she squirms, shaking, bucking her hips into his touch so desperately. “Missed this so bad.” 

He’s becoming frenzied now, drinking in her cute little whimpers like he's never heard them before. But it wasn’t enough, it’s never enough with Jeff.

“Move your hips, yeah- just like that, baby,” Jeff’s grunting and sucking his lips against her own, letting her pull and angle him just as she pleases. Her legs have shifted off his shoulders, feet now pressed into the bedding as she ruts and angles her hips against his mouth.

“You’re too fuckin’ stingy with this body of yours,” the vibrations have her legs jerking violently. “If I had it my way, you’d be cumming downstairs for everyone to see.”

And with that, he’s alternating between lapping at her clit and bullying his tongue through her swollen folds, fingers holding her puffy lips open. Stretching her, thrusting in and out of her sloppy hole, jaw grinding deeper into her as he eats her out like his last meal. “Ngh- fuck, yeah, yeah-”

“Beg for it, c’mon Al, c’mon pretty girl.”

“Wanna cum- Ah! Please, I wanna cum, Jeff.”

One hand is so messy toying with her dripping entrance, not having the patience or the sanity to even draw circles anymore—just quick, hurried patterns to get her off. The other is digging into her hip so hard she was sure it’d leave marks for tomorrow. Jeff makes her drag her sloppy pussy senselessly all over his mouth, using him. 

“Hngh- Jeffrey! Ah- fuck- Jeff-” She’s shaking, crying out as she cums—a guttural, strangled moan of Jeff’s name. It’s so violent and hard that she doesn't even realize at first, just that she’s rocking her hips into Jeff, white-hot pleasure behind her movements, blood roaring in her ears.

And he doesn’t stop, not even once. If she were in any better state of mind she’d wonder whether it hurt, whether his fingers were cramping up, whether his tongue was tired. If they were, he didn’t show, only letting her chase her high as roughly as she wanted with growled strings of approval.

Jeff greedily lapped up all her arousal. Even when she’s blinking her vision back, chest heaving as she tries to regain her breath. “J-Jeffrey,” she mewls, stars behind her eyes with each flick of his tongue. 

“Just a bit more. Wanna taste all of you, sweetheart.”

Big, fat tears pricked at her eyes from the overstimulation as Jeff finally rose from between her legs. “All done. Now, keep them pretty lil’ legs open for me, baby.”

She’s almost unravelled all over again by the look of pure evil on his face. His hair’s a dishevelled mess thanks to her rough treatment. His nose, mouth, and chin are all glistening with her release, and his lips are set in the smuggest smirk she’s ever seen. 

He withdraws his fingers slowly, and Alice whimpers at the loss. His eyes flick down to the bedsheets. “You’ve made a mess,” he says haughtily. 

She doesn’t doubt it, she can feel how damp the fabric is beneath her ass.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Fuck me already.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Jeff crawls back up her body, knocking her knees wide as he slots himself back in his favorite position. One hand comes up to wrap itself around her throat, gripping roughly as he pulls her into a filthy kiss, tongues and teeth covered in the taste of her.

Alice whines, gasping through the tension around her airway as Jeff’s free hand reaches down to tear the clasp of his jeans open, tugging the zipper down. He lifts up onto his knees, grabbing the hem of his hoodie and throwing it over his shoulders to somewhere unseen. Alice could never get over that sight—the bulging veins running up his arms, the scar-littered skin from countless nights out, and the hard-earned muscles from wrestling people to the ground in every fight. He was a sight to see.

“Jeff…” she trails off, hand reaching out to brush his waistband. Alice wraps her fingers around both his jeans and boxers, tugging just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, hitting his tight abdomen. Red, and so, so angry, fat tip weeping down his length, already so soaked in precum. He was so intimidatingly long, and after so many times of taking it, still wondered if she could this time.

Jeff hums, raking his eyes across Alice’s naked body with all the reverence of a saint at Sunday service, viewing something holier than he should be.

He slips off the mattress, kicking his jeans down his legs before he’s crawling back onto his girl, kissing every inch of skin he can on his way up.

“You’re so gorgeous, Al,” he mumbles, pushing her bare thighs as far apart as they’d go. He spreads her cunt so shamefully with his thumb, spitting once, twice. Some of it splatters against her thigh as Jeff mixes his saliva with her slick. “Don’t worry, baby, gonna take care of everything.”

Alice flinches as he uses her like some object, quickly liking it more and more as he drags his fat head down her soft folds, wetting himself. It was all the preparation he was going to give her because fuck he needed to be inside her pretty lil’ pussy right now.

Alice groans as Jeff wraps his fist around her throat again, gripping her airway as she wraps her hands around his wrist. Then she feels like she’s being split apart, as if Jeff’s cock was pushing all the way to her lungs as he presses through the first ring of muscle.

“Ah! Ngh- Jeff, what the fuck-” she groans, eyes locked on the way her cunt was stretching so lewdly around his tip, clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in, inch by fucking inch. No mercy. Absolutely none at all. 

And while he sounded like he was on cloud nine, she was having her head spin, torn between wanting to run away from his massive cock and just push herself down for more. His lips claimed hers again, absolutely animalistic because God, he needed to shut up her pretty whines or else Jeff was going to cum right here, right now.

“Breathe, sweetheart, breathe. Ngh- You’ve got it.” Jeff groans into her mouth, fucking into her in mindless, shallow little thrusts just to fit inside her snug cunt. She could’ve laughed, him telling her to ‘breathe’ as if he wasn’t choking her. He sounded like he was losing his sanity each time her heavenly walls sucked him back in. “So fuckin’ tight. Just relax, baby. Oh yeah, just like that. Practically made for me-”

Alice gasps for air when he finally bottoms out inside her, tears streaming down her face and clawing at his shoulders while Jeff’s grip on her throat tightens. Her head is swimming with numbness, the shallow breaths she’s getting making the pressure build in her skull.

Jeff only hums, letting her mark him up all she wants. 

“Jeffrey-” she’s moaning through strangled breaths like a mantra, once his angry tip is nudging against the spongy wall of her cervix. The stretch is too much, his cock so thick that she could feel every sweet spot being dragged down his length. “F-fuck, Jeff!”

He chuckles, gritting out through those long, determined grinds. His hand tightens against her throat while the other tugs at her nipples, having himself now fully stuffed inside her cunt, abdomen rubbing against her needy clit. “Can’t hah- keep quiet, can you? Fuckin’ love how needy you are.”

“Sh-shut up-” she mewls, narrowing her eyes. 

“Hah- I would.” Jeff grins out so smugly, tilting her chin up as he leans down over top of her, nose inches from hers. “But you can’t.”

And of course, he’s proving his own point by rocking his hips in a heady, fast tandem, abs burning with the ache to fuck her so hard. Jeff bullies two of his long fingers into her mouth, soaking the digits in her saliva, and letting this lewd coating smear down to his knuckles before dipping them down to spread her puffy folds even farther. 

“Fuuuck, just look at yourself,” he rasps, the deep gravel of his voice having her gummy walls mold even harder onto the shape of his cock. Jeff tightens one last, hard grip against Alice’s throat, hard enough to make her cough, before releasing her airway. “Let me hear you, baby,” were the only words she got before he was diving down against the red-flushed bruising of her throat. He gave one kiss against her pulseline before he bared his teeth, biting hard against the meat of her shoulder.

Shit, the pain had her grinding and stuttering her hips up to meet Jeff’s unforgiving cadence, arching her body into him like she couldn’t get enough. She tangled her hand into the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling with all her force. Her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into the divots of his back and pressing him deeper into her while her free hand scratched red marks into his shoulder blades.

“You just got- hngh- so impossibly harder at that,” she gasped, throat burning with the previous lack of air. Alice found herself curling around Jeff, limbs clinging to him like a prayer, refusing to let him get too far. “And you call me needy.”

He scoffs, “I’m not the only one.” The fingers still lingering on her cunt moving to toy with her pulsing clit, teasing and toying her nub between two fingers. “Can you just h-hear how loud this pussy of yours is? Bet Jack can hear it, too.”

And it was true, the wet smacks were only getting louder, sloppier, squelching with the push and pull of Jeff’s pounding cock in the same maddening rhythm. 

But still, Alice wasn't going to be compliant that easily. Feeling the familiar tingles of her high edging closer, she wanted to break him just one more time. “Nah- I don’t think he can.”

“Oh you’re gonna regret that, pretty girl.”

In all of two seconds, maybe even less than, Jeff’s using his practiced strength to his advantage, prying Alice’s limbs off of him and flipping her over so her front is hitting the soaked sheets, exhausted legs kicked wide to plow into her in such a mean press he has her folded into. Face-down into the mattress, Alice squeals as Jeff’s hand grips at the back of her neck, the other splaying wide in between her shoulder-blades. Her back is arched so painfully low, Jeff’s entire weight pressing down onto her.

The new change in angle makes it even easier for him to slam his hips down, bruising, branding his name onto the swell of her ass. Every snap of his hips leaves a wet slap of skin-on-skin, the noises crude enough to make Alice groan into the sheets, dark hair spilling across the bedding.

“F-fuck, Jeff-” she’s letting out staggered gasps every time he rams his hefty cock into her, fingers latching back on her clit as Jeff reaches underneath her stomach to swipe the pads against her bud of nerves, playing around with it as much as he was playing with her sanity. “I’m so-” she muffles into the sheets.

“What was that?” he interrupts through sloppy, stuttering thrusts, free hand sliding up her neck and into the mess of her hair to turn her head roughly, ‘Can’t hear you, sweetheart.“

“Jeff-” she’s squealing over his rapidly accelerating movements, fighting to babble out coherently, “Jeffrey m’close-”

“Louder.” he’s grinning meanly, hips burning with slowly fatiguing effort because he’s so close, her slick walls gripping him so tight. But where’s the fun if there’s no teasing? “Still can’t hear ya.”

Alice’s voice is shot at this point, “Jeff, m’gonna cum-”

“Louder or m’not gonna let you.”

“Je- Jeffrey- Oh, god- I’m cumming-” It hits him before those loud moans are even leaving her mouth, because her velvety walls are clamping down so snug, molding to the shape of him. Her hands reach back to claw at his hips, nails raking red patterns down the pale skin. “M’cumming- ngh-”

And fuck each and every slam of his hips sends electricity up her spine, bullying her through her high, dragging it out till she thinks she could go insane.

“God- fuck you’re so-” It’s the only hoarse grunt leaving Jeff’s lips before he’s spilling thick ropes of cum into warmth of her cunt. “So perfect-”

Two hands of his lace around her biceps, gripping her arms and pulling her back so impossibly deep onto his thick hilt. He’s cumming and cumming hard like he never has in his life, body out of control with the way he’s stuffing her with every drop of seed. He can’t help himself, his mouth is practically watering by the time he latches his canines around the roundness of her shoulder. He latches down, teeth sinking into the warm flesh until he feels the pop and warm gushes of blood fill his mouth.

Alice cries out, craning her body to the pain and pleasure wrecking her all at once, senses on overdrive.

Jeff shivers at the overspill, gushing out of the corners of her ravaged cunt, painting a creamy ring around his pulsing base. Too much, and yet mindlessly thrusting even sloppier, lapping at the blood that spilling down her collarbone and onto the fabric below.

Jeff almost mistakes the shaky breaths underneath him for laughing until he cranes his neck, and catches an eyeful of Alice’s pretty face soaked in heavy tears. His heart seizes, letting go of her arms before leaning closer to press soft, sinful kisses across her wet cheek.

Alice hiccups, hands reaching back to tug his face down to hers, twisting her body to catch hungry, pitiful kisses. Jeff obliges, holding her chin as he shifts his knees wider. He holds her hips steady, a stern grip as he slides himself from her walls with a crude pop.

Alice whines, hips immediately falling to the mattress as Jeff kisses against the back of her neck, running his fingers through her folds and feeling as his cum dribbles from her cunt onto his bedsheets.

The air was thick with heat and the slow, lingering scent of skin on skin—salt, sweat, and something deeper. Something safe.

Alice was completely still except for the slow, erratic rise and fall of her chest. Her body trembled—not violently, but in tiny, exhausted flinches, like a machine that had run itself into the ground and hadn’t yet realized it could rest.

The tears hadn’t stopped despite Jeff’s kissing them away, beading along her lashes, slipping down her nose and into her hair.

She didn’t make a sound. Not a whimper, not a sob, just silent. Like she was trying to pretend she wasn’t crying at all.

Jeff moved slowly above her, voice low and rough from use.

“Hey…”

He gently rolled her over, hands gentle but stern as Alice limply allowed him to. His fingertips brushed her cheek, wiping away a tear she didn’t acknowledge. His skin was raw with scratches, skin burning with nips and bruises.

“You’re alright,” he murmured. “You’re alright now.”

He kissed her, lightly, just at the corner of her mouth. Then her chin. Then her throat.

Little, reverent touches like she was something sacred, because to him, she was. Always had been.

“You were so good,” he whispered, voice like smoke. “So perfect. Took everything I gave you. Let me see all of you…” He lifted off for just a moment, disappearing and reappearing quickly before she could even wonder where he had gone.

His hand moved between her legs with gentle, practiced ease, cleaning her up with a warm rag he’d gotten from the bathroom. He handled her like something precious—like even though he’d just been inside her, certainly bruising her cervix, he understood the fragility of this afterward.

Alice flinched when the cloth brushed against her, overstimulated nerves twitching under his touch.

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “I know. I got you.”

He leaned in again, kissing across her stomach, the soft skin she’d once tried to hide from him. He didn’t skip an inch. Pressed his lips to every dip, every stretch, every curve like it was a vow.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “You hear me?”

She didn’t respond, but her hands slid around his shoulders when he began to wipe at the bite-marks bruised deep into her skin on either side of her neck.

Another tear slid down. Not from pain, though.

Jeff followed it with his mouth, kissing up her ribcage, her sternum, her collarbone, gently murmuring between every touch.

“Every part of you… all of it’s mine. Got it?”

His hands rested on her thighs, warm and steady.

“You’re beautiful, Alice. Every fucking inch.”

That name—her name—sounded different in his voice. Less like a warning or plea, more like a promise.

Alice blinked slowly, breathing shallow. Her voice was barely audible.

“I feel ugly when I cry.”

Jeff smiled, soft and crooked.

“Then lucky me, I get to watch the most beautiful girl be wrong.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against her eyelids, tasting the salt of her vulnerability.

Alice’s fingers curled weakly into his shoulders. She was still trembling.

Even as Jeff pulled her into the curve of his chest up towards the top of the bed, even as he stroked a slow hand along her spine, her breath came in quiet, shallow pulls, like she didn’t know how to stop. He grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed, throwing it over the two of them as they lay back onto his pillows.

He hated that. Hated that someone had taken something so divine and made her feel unworthy of it.

“You did so good,” he whispered again, lips against her temple. “Took everything I gave you. Gave so much back.”

His voice was low, warm with a kind of wonder he never let anyone hear.

“Let me see you. Let me feel you.”

Alice shifted weakly in his arms, pressing her nose to his throat. He could feel her lashes flutter against his skin. Her hand moved slowly across his chest, fingers trailing faint lines over the raised scars and sinew.

Then, like an instinct she hadn’t bothered to think about, she tilted her face and pressed a soft kiss against his jaw.

Jeff relaxed, melting into the feel as she planted another. Then another.

“…You didn’t have to do that,” she murmured, voice hoarse and low.

“Do what?” he rasped, unsure whether to tease or be serious.

“All of this. The… words. The way you…” She swallowed hard. “Touched me.”

“I wanted to. You’d think after hooking up for so long you’d get the hint.”

Alice smiled against his collarbone, huffing a quiet laugh. He pulled her closer, her leg hooking across his hips as he buried his face in her hair. 

“I wanted to take care of you, Alice.” The name came like a breath, a plea, a goddamn prayer. “I wanted to show you what I see when I look at you.”

Alice was quiet.

Then, barely audible, “…Thank you.”

She curled deeper into his chest, her body softening in small, measured degrees. Like every heartbeat she counted between them gave her permission to relax.

Jeff held her like he was terrified she’d vanish if he let go. Like all the progress they had just made might undo itself if he breathed wrong.

And as her breathing slowed, as her grip on him loosened and her mouth went slack against his collarbone, Jeff stared at the ceiling with wide, unblinking eyes.

Ben’s words came crashing back like a bat to the ribs:

“She’s clearly in love with you, by the way.”

Jeff looked down at her—at the girl he killed with, the girl he fucked senseless, and the girl he held now.

The one who cried silently in his bed and let him clean the pieces no one else ever saw.

“…Fuck,” he whispered to himself.

He was in love with her. And it terrified him more than anything he’d ever done.

── .✦

The mission was easy. Too easy.

Two amateur hunters, barely old enough to rent a motel room, armed with night vision cameras and an inflated sense of invincibility. They’d crossed the wrong tree line, set up shop too close to the mansion with whispered tales of “that haunted mansion” and grainy YouTube clips.

Now they were cooling in the dirt—faces frozen in terror, limbs bent the wrong way, blood soaking the underbrush in arterial sprays.

Alice stood over one of them, boot on his chest like it was a paperweight.

She looked calm, collected. That eerie, aloof detachment that always came after the high. Black hair wild, sticking to her cheeks in the humidity, sad eyes sharp with fresh adrenaline.

Jeff watched her, wiping a smear of blood from the curve of his jaw with the edge of his sleeve.

“God, you’re hot when you’re violent,” he drawled, humor heavy in his words.

Alice rolled her eyes, but her mouth twitched—barely. The hint of a smirk.

“Keep talking and I’ll use your spine to roast marshmallows.”

“There she is,” Jeff muttered under his breath, low and pleased.

He fell in step beside her as they started the trek back to the mansion. Trees creaked above them, wind slipping through the canopy, the smell of metal and earth following in their wake.

It should’ve felt like every other mission.

It didn’t.

Not with the way her jacket hood had shifted just enough for him to glimpse a familiar bite mark blooming purple and red against her throat—something he’d left there, mouth drunk on her skin the night before. His stomach flipped, eyes burned.

Alice caught the way he faltered. And worse—she smirked.

“You’re staring,” she said dryly.

“Sue me,” Jeff muttered, yanking at his hoodie, suddenly all too aware of the claw marks slicing across the back of his neck. His nerves buzzed with the ghost of her nails, the way she’d dug into him, how she held on.

God, it was killing him.

But Alice?

She was smiling now like herself again. Laughing at his snarky commentary, blood spattered on her cheek like war paint, shoulders loose. The fog that had wrapped around her for the last week had lifted.

He wanted to believe he’d helped with that.

As they neared the edge of the woods, silence fell between them—not awkward, but electric.

Then, casually—so casually it nearly knocked the wind out of him—Alice reached over and slid her hand into his.

Jeff stopped breathing.

Her fingers laced through his like she’d done it a thousand times. Her hand was cold, steady.

He looked down at her, heart slamming against his ribs like a caged animal.

“Thanks for last night,” she said, voice low and honest.

And before he could even blink, she leaned up and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss against his cheek.

That did it.

Jeff turned to her, something feral and human crashing together behind his eyes.

“Fuck it,” he muttered.

He grabbed her wrist, yanked her toward him, and spun her around into his arms. Alice let out a surprised sound—half-gasp, half-laugh—before his mouth was on hers.

The kiss was deep, hungry, slow at first, then messy, desperate, like he didn’t know how to say it with words yet, so he used his teeth and his tongue instead.

Alice melted into him.

Her hands slid up under his hoodie, clutching at his sides, fingernails brushing old wounds like second nature.

When he finally pulled back, they were both breathless.

“Yeah,” Jeff said, still holding her jaw. “You’re mine, now. Got it?”

Alice raised an eyebrow, cheeks flushed. But her eyes were soft.

“…I’ll think about it.”

── .✦

The mansion came into view just as the last of the blood dried under their fingernails.

Jeff still hadn’t let go of her hand. Alice didn’t pull away.

The heavy wooden door creaked open under Jeff’s boot, the warmth of the mansion spilling out with the scent of iron, damp wood, and cigarette smoke. It smelled like home—if your home was crawling with violent psychopaths and ghost-thin things that watched from the stairwells.

Eyeless Jack was waiting for them in the foyer like some undead receptionist, arms crossed, head tilted.

“You’re late,” he said flatly.

Jeff rolled his eyes. “Sorry, Doc. Got caught up. You know, the usual.”

Jack’s gaze flicked to Alice—and stopped.

Jeff felt her stiffen beside him just slightly, but not from fear.

Jack’s mask turned subtly, and though his face was nothing but empty black voids, his presence oozed that keen awareness that made your skin itch.

“You look… healthier,” he said to her, voice low. Observant. “Back to normal?”

Alice shrugged, casual as ever. “Had a good night.”

A beat of silence.

Then Jack’s eyeless face turned just enough toward Jeff, and Jeff swore he could feel the bastard smirking under the mask.

“Must’ve been something in the air.”

Jeff grunted. “You done playing shrink?”

But before Jack could respond, a familiar digital glitch cracked through the hallway light—followed by an obnoxious, echoey voice.

“Well, well, well… would you look at this shit.”

Ben floated down the hallway, smirking like the smug little pixel demon he was, green hoodie loose around his frame, eyes practically glowing. He circled them like a vulture smelling sex and secrets.

“What’s the matter, Jeff? Couldn’t keep it in your pants again?”

Jeff growled, but Ben ignored him.

“And Alice,” Ben said, grin wide. “Nice to see your resting bitch face upgraded to post-orgasm serenity.”

Alice didn’t blink. “Nice to see you’re still trying to be relevant as a 2000’s pixie prince.”

Ben clutched his chest like she’d stabbed him. “Oof. Damn. No pillow talk defense from your boy?”

Jeff took a threatening step forward.

Ben raised both hands innocently. “Hey, hey—no need to get all territorial. Just happy to see you two finally admitting you’re more than just murder buddies with benefits.”

“We’re not—” Jeff started.

Ben cut him off with a look so knowing it made Jeff want to strangle him with his own controller cord.

“Sure, sure,” Ben said dryly. “Just make sure you take care of her properly, okay? She’s not like the others. She doesn’t need you to be perfect. She just needs you to stop being a coward.”

That hit deeper than Jeff wanted it to.

Ben gave Alice a short nod—an unspoken “you okay?” that passed between them like a secret code. She gave the faintest tilt of her head.

Then Ben turned, pixelated for half a second, and vanished back into the hallway.

Silence returned like a held breath.

Jeff looked at Jack.

Jack looked at Alice.

Alice looked bored.

“…I fucking hate it here,” Jeff muttered.

Jack clapped a hand on his shoulder as he passed. “Careful, Jeff. You’re starting to sound like someone with feelings.”

── .✦

The bathroom light buzzed overhead, flickering once before settling into a dim, hazy glow.

Alice stood at the sink in a bra and jeans, blood splattered along her arms like abstract art, the edge of a cut curling near her ribcage. The water ran pink down the drain as she cleaned up the wound. Steam fogged the mirror. Her black hair clung damply to her neck.

Jeff stood behind her, shirtless, a towel slung over his shoulder as he cleaned the gash on his collarbone. The claw marks on his back were deep, angry red. Her doing. Neither of them had said a word in minutes.

The quiet wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy.

Jeff set the towel down and stepped toward her, catching her eye in the mirror. His hand brushed her waist gently, reverently.

“You okay?” he asked.

Alice met his gaze in the mirror. Something soft flickered there—quiet, unsure, but she gave a small nod.

“Yeah,” she said. “I am now.”

Jeff swallowed. His fingers curled just a little tighter at her side.

“You were scaring the shit outta me, y’know,” he muttered, eyes still locked on hers. “Thought I broke something I couldn’t fix.”

She turned then, slowly, to face him.

“You didn’t break anything,” she whispered. “I was already broken. I just… refused to let you see it.”

He stared at her.

Then he kissed her.

It wasn’t hungry this time. Wasn’t rough or teasing or laced with tension. It was slow. Intentional. Warm.

He kissed her like he was memorizing her—like maybe, if he tried hard enough, he could make her believe what the mirror never had. What the people around her convinced her to think wasn’t true.

When they pulled apart, Alice exhaled shakily, hands pressed to his bare chest.

Jeff leaned his forehead against hers. Voice low.

“I like every inch of you. Every scar. Every look. Every fucked-up, sharp-edged part.”

Alice’s throat bobbed. Her lashes fluttered.

“I know,” she whispered. “And that’s so scary.”

Jeff smiled.

“Good,” he said. “Let’s be scared together.”

She let out a breath that could’ve been a laugh—or the sound of something beginning to heal.

Then she leaned in and kissed his jaw.

And just like that, they finished cleaning up—blood washed down the drain, but something else left behind, unseen, lingering in the steam and the quiet touch of their fingers brushing once more.

Something real. Something new.

Something good.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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── .✦ rainrot4me2025, all rights reserved. ꩜ .ᐟ

[pokegalla]

Haven’t watched this in awhile but I hope I do this some justice!

Request/trade from @neko-rose888

How do the bad sanses (+ Dream) deal with an S/o just like Yor Forger?

Dust:

* You two are literally the quiet duo. You would think that’s a bad thing right? Nah. Introverts just have their own way of communicating. So he actually understands you best. Which much to your relief helps you a lot.

* Now seeing you in battle is a whole ‘nother story. He didn’t think you had it in you. Even under the hoodie you can see his eyes go wide as you easily take down a group of strong men easily- you just earned this man’s instant affection-

* But if there’s one thing he’s more terrified of, it’s your cooking. He doesn’t panic but he’s pretty creative on getting rid of the evidence. Thank god he can teleport this away. No offense to you…he just can’t do it. But at least he’s discreet so he doesn’t hurt your feelings.

* To him you are a beautiful strong and independent woman…and he’ll protect you even in the shadows.

Killer:

* He thought you were the cutest damn thing ever. Teasing you with sweet words and gentle gestures to flirt and see your face turn red. Stars he can never get over that sight.

* But man seeing you in action just makes him fall in more love. Fighting side by side as people drop down to the floor as you dance together with your blades? Can he really think of anything more romantic than this?

* Your cooking is one thing he’s a little….scared of. He still eats it. He loves you that much! But man his nonexistent stomach hurts so much- worth it-🥲

* He still loves you though. His perfect thorn princess…he’ll be sure to dance again with you

Horror:

* Ironically both of you are pretty similar: both of you are absolutely precious but a little terrifying if necessary- Horror is like a big ol teddy bear who likes to tail you around to make sure you don’t hurt yourself and you make sure he’s ok too!

* But man both of you are RELENTLESS in battles. Downright chilling to the bone (pun intended-) with your cold glares and shocking strength. The switch up even makes the others nervous-

* But nothing more terrifying then Horror actually eating your cooking without any hesitation and even asking for seconds- thanks to him, you strive to do better in your cooking!

* He can’t help but have a soft spot for you. Just please do be careful. He worries a lot….

Error:

* Don’t let this tsundere act bullshit you- he finds you annoying but speaks up for you instantly? That man will glare anyone down if they try to take advantage of you-

* And despite being a little surprised at how capable you are in battle, he does still watch over you and assists you anyway he can. What? He knows you’re still a klutz. He’s not wanting to have to swoop in and save you because YOU aren’t paying attention- (he was being a worrywart-)

* He doesn’t really eat anything other than his chocolate bars but you swear someone has been tampering with your cooking….oh well. It does seem to taste better now!

* He might be a little jackass but that’s only because that’s what he wants you to see. He’s no softie dammit-!

Nightmare:

* He hired you for your services as your reputation exceeded you. But he was…not expecting someone so…well soft. He thought it was a facade but nope- purely that is your true character. Which was odd to him….could someone this innocent really do anything useful?

* Oh man but you shut him up with your actions. Your speed, your elegant skills, your raw power, he was mesmerized by it all. Could you really be the same gullible quiet girl….? Well you’ve earned his respect.

* With cooking, he actually helps you. At first you spoon feed him a taste and instead of panicking at the taste, he gives you an honest opinion, some advice, and even a cook book for you to follow. He does linger longer than he should have….

* He can’t help the soft spot that’s grown so fond of you. He’s hesitant but he can’t ignore how nice it feels to be with you….

Dream:

* He heard rumors of your deeds and wanted to put a stop to you. But when he first saw you…well he didn’t expect you to be so reserved. And kind. And sweet….he actually heard your story and you gained his empathy as he understood how you would feel the need to work hard for your sibling’s sake.

* He doesn’t agree with your work but he doesn’t stop you. Because he knows how important this is for you. But expect him to constantly make sure you’re ok and ready to heal you if necessary.

* As for cooking, he usually ends up cooking with you. Mostly because he smelled your cooking and was a little…concerned. But he decided to make this kinda like a fun dating activity while he teaches you! And oh how fun it was. You both couldn’t stop giggling.

* He really cherishes you and despite living different lives, you both make it work….

[thatrandomidiot182]

Bird in a Cage

TW. cursing, minor violence, some gore, toxic relationships, reader matches their freak

Pairings. Targtower Duo x Reader (Mainly Aemond). (Possibly implied) Helaena x Reader.

A/N. Happy Halloween, everyone!! Ghostface Targtower won the poll by a landslide! Unfortunately, I got so caught up in writing this that I neglected the runner-up, which happened to be my favorite, so that will also be out soon, hopefully... definitely before Thanksgiving!! 😅

Anways, hope you enjoy reading! If I missed any TW pls let me know, I'm still new to tagging them...

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Shitshitshitshit- "FUCK!"

The loud thud followed by a string of obscenities was almost enough to get you to falter in your gait.

Almost.

The all-consuming fear and anxiety flooding through your veins was enough to keep you running without sparing a second glance back.

Your breath left you in short, hurried pants. Eyes darting back and forth between the ground and hall in front of you in a frantic attempt to keep your footing and avoid any unnecessary obstacles.

Obstacles like the vase next to the bathroom that you've stubbed your toe on one too many times, or the small table placed at the beginning of the stairway downstairs...

Or the sudden cloaked figure that popped his head over the bannister.

"Where do you think you're going pretty bird?"

The short scream that left you was more out of shock than fear, as his leather clad hand shot out to grab yours just as it had reached out to grab the railing.

"Ooh, I quite liked that..."

Your head snapped back towards the lurking figure behind you. The long black robe was a bit snug on his figure, draping down to rest on the top of his stained sneakers. His gloved hands were draped across his chest, stretching the fabric of the robe to the point you could see a glimpse of the color shirt he was wearing beneath.

It appeared to be emerald green, in a shade similar to Aegons favorite-

Oh God Aegon!

The sudden reminder of your best friend, who you had left on your bed during your journey to the kitchen, was enough to make you nauseous.

If the first killer emerged from your room when you had first come up the stairs, then...

It meant that Aegon was dead.

Without a doubt.

He stood no chance if the killer had caught him off guard...

God, you just hoped it was quick.

If anything, it was more likely than not that his throat had been slit...

Just like little Lucerys Velaryon...

Luke had been the first victim connected to these killers and the leaked crime scene photos were quick to circulate your school once it was confirmed.

It was disgustingly inappropriate, and you had nearly vomited all over Aegons lap when he had shown them to you.

You remember the sick grin on his face as he had goaded you into looking. The wicked gleam of satisfaction in his eyes as he had mocked your reluctance.

"C'mon, everyone else has already seen them! You don't wanna be known as the only wimp who didn't look, right?"

His words rang out as clear as day as you recalled the contents of the picture, only this time, you were imagining Aegon himself as the victim.

You wonder what he'd ended up looking like.

Was his head twisted back, eyes forever frozen wide open in fear?

Maybe he never even got a chance to fear his fate, and was instead left slumped over the bed with his signature grin engraved on his face...

Or, maybe the killer had used the extra five minutes you spent preparing the popcorn to beat the poor boy unconscious before-

Your morbid thoughts quickly came to a halt as you heard the footsteps pickup again.

"Well, this was easier than I thought it'd be, I'm honestly a bit disappointed in you, birdie... We put so much effort just to get you all to ourselves, and you don't even put up a fight? That's not very considerate of you..."

You furrowed your brows, in annoyance. Without saying anything in response, you quickly yanked your hand away from the one on the stairs, barreling straight towards the one who had emerged from your room. Thankfully catching him off guard, you burst into the master bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

You allowed yourself a small grin of satisfaction at the thud that followed.

"You are such a moron!"

Thankfully, their bickering allowed you enough time to manouver the window open.

Sitting on the windowsill and sparing a quick look behind you let you see that they had already gotten over their squabble and were making their way into the room with you. Unfortunately, it seems like the taller one had caught onto your plan, as he pushed his partner towards you before disappearing into the hallway.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Your jaw clenched as you rushed to squeeze yourself through the opening, barely escaping his gloved hand that had reached out to stop you.

"Fuck you."

With those final words, you pushed yourself out onto the roof of your backyard patio, taking an extra second to pettily slam the window back down onto your pursuers hands.

"SON OF A-"

Ignoring his expletives, you made quick work of carefully crawling your way down the slope of the roofing. As you finally reached your destination, you hesitated.

The last time you did this, you were about ten inches shorter and had someone waiting to catch you.

Now, you were fifty times more scared, still in your pajamas, with no shoes, and two serial killers chasing you down...

But, beggars can't be choosers.

So, with a quick, quiet "Fuck me" you jumped.

The water was always freezing when the sun went down.

When you were little, you used to cry when your parents wouldn't let you go night swimming. You always used to talk back and argue that you weren't a wimp who'd get sick from being a little cold...

Now you're thankful they never did give in to your pleads, as even now, as you pulled your fully grown self out of the depths of the pool, you could sense the sickness developing.

You didn't have time to dwell on your feelings however, as just as you had regained your footing, the grating sound of your back door sliding open rang out.

You didn't even glance back at the figure you knew was there before you booked it towards your side gate, quickly flicking the pathetic excuse for a lock open.

This one was quieter than his counterpart. Taller, too, but not as broad, as was obvious by the flowiness of the cloak he donned.

You hated it.

You hated how easy it was for him to get behind you, as you slammed the gate shut in his face.

You hated that you didn't hear him complain about it like the other one.

Not taking another second to dwell in your thoughts, you made your way off of the property and into the street.

Your feet screamed in protest as the sharp pebbles and rough asphalt dug into your soles, but you kept running.

Your body shivered as the wind blew through your clothes during your sprint, but soon enough, your eyes welled up with tears of relief as they fell upon a welcome sight.

You had made it out.

You escaped.

You survived.

The relief was so overwhelming that you didn't even question the presence of Aemonds car parked at the corner of your street.

You simply ran up to the side of the door, knocking frantically on the passenger window, where you were met with the familiar wide-eyed gaze of Helaena.

Sweet, innocent, dear Helaena, who you had never been more happy to see.

"Helaena! Oh my god- thank god- We need- You know, the killers- The- The murderers they- They, OH! Aegon-Aegon is-"

Your rambling was cut short as Helaena opened the car door, pushing you back slightly as she rushed out to meet you.

"W-What are you doing out here? You're not supposed to..." She trailed off, hands clasped down on your shoulders as she whipped her head around in search of something unknown to you.

"Oh, god if anyone sees us-"

Your brows furrowed as she delved into a quiet ramble, her blunt nails digging into your arms painfully as you process her words.

"Helaena, what the fuck are you talking about? Right now isn't the time for your whole weird chick act, okay! Get your ass in the car we need to go!"

You don't know if she was purposefully ignoring you or not, but her silence was enough to fuel the rage that had been simmering inside you all night.

You didn't mean to lash out on her, but she was an easy target, and if you didn't focus on your anger, you'd completely shut down.

"HELAENA! Are you listening to me!?! We need to get the FUCK out of here, so get in the car!"

She once again ignored you, staring blankly over your shoulder as she limply released her hold on you.

You huffed, "Helaena, get in the car."

When she didn't respond, you resorted to copying her earlier actions, gripping her shoulders, and shaking her back and forth in an attempt to wake her from her sudden stupor.

Now giving up on being quiet and just shouting in her face, "HELAENA GET IN THE GODDAMN CAR-"

You froze as a hand clamped down on your shoulder, "Sorry, little bird, but she won't be doing that."

Gulping, you slowly turned your head towards the man that stood behind you, coming face to face with that stupid goddamn mask.

"Boo."

You screamed, or at least you tried to, but the gloved hand that wasn't on your shoulder quickly snapped up to cover your mouth before you could. The killer, who you recognized as the one who chased you by the pool, wasted no time and immediately spun you around to face him, slamming your back into the car.

"God, you're adorable, you know that..." His grip on you tightened as his hand trailed from your shoulder to your waist. "But, you're also infuriating."

You whimpered as his grip continued to tighten, squirming in his hold as he pressed his body to yours, pinning you against the cool metal of the car behind you.

"I just don't know what to do with you..." He sighed, pelvis up against your own as he shoved a knee between your legs, keeping you trapped and off balance. His hand moved from your waist to your head as he gently ran his fingers along your hair.

"That's it, keep looking at me like that-"

"You got her! Good, I don't know how I was gonna pull off a resurrection..."

Your eyes widened at the voice that had interrupted whatever creepy ass monologue was about to happen. You watched, frozen stiff as the source approached your little group, focus quickly snapping from Helaenas guilty form to the new arrival...

Aegon.

His smirk broke into a laugh as his gaze met your own, body hunching over as he cackled to himself, "Oh man, you should see the look on your face! Not so tough now, are ya?"

As much as you would have liked to deny the truth, even your survival fried brain was coherent enough to piece together the facts in front of you.

It really was impossible to deny...

Even though he had ditched the cloak, his shirt was the exact same shade as the man who chased you in the house, and clenched in his bloodied and bruised fingers was that stupid mask...

Your eyes welled up with tears as you processed, muffled sobs ringing out into the night as he laughed in your face.

"Come now, you're already crying? The best reveal hasn't even happened yet..."

You tearfully glared at Aegon as he walked over to slump his form onto Helaenas.

"Yes, as you should've guessed by now, I'm not the only one involved in this little game, no. Our dear, sweet, innocent little Helaena is in on it as well! Not so innocent now, is she-" he snickered to himself as Helaena avoided your gaze, "But! The final reveal has yet to be made!" He snapped up straight, hands flaunting about as he dramatically made his way towards your figure.

"Yes, our friend here has yet to introduce himself, how rude!" He laughed, hand slowly reaching toward the mask of the man holding you.

"Make your guesses now, folks, it's not a hard guess, really. It's actually quite obvious if you ask me!" He paused, left hand raising to cup his ear as he swiveled his head around, eyes meeting yours as the implication struck...

No. fucking. way.

He smirked as your eyes widened, hand snatching the mask back to reveal flowing silver locks and a face you knew all too well.

"Why, if it isn't the one, the only, Aemond Targaryen! Who didn't see that coming?" Aegons laughter rang through your head as your sobs increased.

You desperately shook your head, fighting the hand against your mouth as you screamed your denial.

There's no way this was happening.

There's no way your best friend just revealed himself and his siblings to you as serial killers.

There's no way that was your boyfriend.

"Are you done now, or should I get you a hat and a horn too?" Aemond spat, glaring at Aegon as his elder brother lifted his hands in surrender.

"Hey now, I'm just trying to lighten the mood a little! You don't really think she'd be down for the next part the way she currently is, do you?"

You ignored their bickering, instead focusing on berating yourself for being so stubborn.

Everyone told you he was bad news, even his own family!

Your parents had talked to you about him before. Saying your relationship was unhealthy, that he was too toxic for you, and staying with him was only gonna end up with you getting hurt.

You ignored them, of course. Too blinded by the rose tinted glasses he had strapped on your head to see all the red flags.

He had complete control over you, molding your personality and hobbies to be solely centered around him and his desires.

He didn't like your friends? Oh well, they weren't that cool anyway, besides, you still had Helaena and Aegon!

He worried about you running around late at night? You never liked going out much, no biggie! Aegon was always down for a movie night at your house!

He hated when you wore that dress you loved so much? It's okay, you were planning on getting rid of it, too. Helaena had mentioned that it was looking a bit tight...

The hold he had on you was alarming. Everyone knew it, you knew it. You just ignored it, perfectly content to live your life peacefully under Aemonds thumb if it meant he'd always and forever look at you like that.

No one had ever looked at you like that before Aemond.

With blown out pupils and rosy cheeks.

Eyebrows always curved in the softest, most reverent look you'd ever seen.

Aemond had always looked at you like you were a work of art. You just never realized what that truly meant.

You never realized how deep his devotion ran, how obsessed he was with you... how obsessed they both were, really.

Until now.

Where you sat shaking, nauseous, and terrified in between the two serial killers who just so happened to be your closest friends.

Your closest friends who were also vicious, merciless, cruel monsters that murdered your other friends just to get you to themselves... and who... who...

Who, you couldn't help but feel flattered by.

You know you shouldn't but, come on...

What girl wouldn't, when the two people they love most turn out to be equally as obsessed with them.

You're just glad you were smarter about it than they were...

[toffeebrews]

oh my god, there was a post that talked about perfect old animation memes for sans aus and I can't find it anymore so I'll put then here. If I learn to animate one day...

Weeb - Epic (I'm astonished this hadn't been done yet??)

Wanna Play - Killer

Chainsaw - Killer & Horror (LITERALLY only here because I saw one with Dust and went YES IT'S NEEDS TO BE COMPLETED!!!!)

My Best Friend -Color spectrum Duo

Hotto Dog - Reminds me of Cross and Epic ngl n

____ lemme take a selfie - Lust 😭

I HATE this ringtone - Nightmare primarily because him beating a phone with his tentacles is funny in my head

Colour - Color or Ink

I need a doctor (not the jack stauber one) - Thought of Geno or Error idk I just like the song I wanted an excuse to mention it.

Things will never be the same - Killer, Dust maybe??

What's the number for 911? - Cross & Epic

I can break these cuffs - Epic and himself 😭

Nya Nya dance- Ink, Error, Epic and Killer hear me out-

Linked the older ones in case people don't know them....

[6feathered6siren6]

Dating the chaotic duo(Misaki x Ronin x Reader)

Trigger warning

Death/killing

Gore

A lot of Fluff(My friend said this was rotten sweet fluff)

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Asking anyone, is dating a killer dangerous? Depending on the person, there were multiple responses. 

Yes, they killed someone, they could kill you at any time

Depends on why they killed someone

If you love them, sure, but don’t drag anyone into the messy drama after

From your best friend, they gave the response, “You need to stop being attracted to red flags. And no, do not date any killers. You are only gonna get yourself killed.” And did you ignore them? Yes, yes you did. Twice in fact. Dating the Devil’s butcher and an assassin. How wrong could your best friend be? 

Very wrong, apparently.

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Example 1: 

It was you and Misaki up in your apartment, both of you had that giddy, stupidly in love smile. Your foreheads were touched with that sweet laughter from Misaki. Sure, it was weird that just about an hour ago, she killed someone. But smaller details, huh?

“I can’t believe that I’m holding you, that you are in my arms right now. God, I'm sooo gonna annoy you for a long, long time. Well, until I have to go back, but I will definitely get a visa and-”

You interrupted her with a kiss on her lips. “Let’s leave the planning for later, for now, I just want to savor this moment with you.”

“Right, right. I am so gonna cuddle you for so long, you won’t escape from me,” She holded a smile that screamed havoc. 

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Example 2:

It was pouring outside, and you were in your living room, typing away on your laptop. You were sipping away from your drink, when you heard your door unlock and the door open. Hearing it close and a slop sound. You look over at the door to see a drenched Ronin. To you, he looked like a wet cat to you. 

You snickered out, with a reaction of a glare from him. “Not gonna help me, Darlin’?” 

“Nope, it seems you got it, Ronin.” You looked back to your laptop. Getting back into your thought process to only feel a cold, wet arm around your neck, moving you back. You screeched as you felt your back get wetter by the moment. Nor longer warm, you shrieked with Ronin chuckling now. “Wanne help out now?”

“Yes, yes. God, you are co-ld. Please, mercy.” You yelled out. He was cold like a corpse to you. He was laughing at your pain as he stayed close to you, getting your clothes even more wet.

“Nah, since you wanna be mean, I’ll let you suffer, since you want me to suffer.” You were scrambling to get away from him and his coldness, but it was Ronin. He was stronger than you, so leaving little to no possibility to get out on your own.

“Alright, alright, I’ll help! Ple-ease! You are cold!” You screamed out, and finally taking your answer, he lets you go. You felt your now somewhat drenched shirt, you wanted to change. You glared up at him. “Asshole.”

“Oh, so you wanna still wanna suffer then?” He looked down with mischief. 

“No, nope. I’m good.” You got up from the couch, pulling the back off your shirt further away from your back. “Now, go take a shower, and warm up. Geez, it felt like you were a corpse.” He leans with a smile. “No. Go take a shower. I’m sure I still have some of your pjs somewhere.” 

As you were about to start walking off, Ronin pulled you into a kiss. “Truth or dare after I shower?” 

You sighed, as you looked up at him. “Fine. Only if we can cuddle later.”

“Such a demanding Darlin’.”

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Example 3: 

For some reason, all three of you decided to have dinner at your place. So after a whole grocery adventure, leading to Misaki wanting to grab instant noodles or candy, or Ronin wanting to grab food not even related to the dinner, the three of you agreed. To say the least, you were the only one on task. Thankfully. 

As the bags were sent down onto the counter, you guys agreed to have breakfast for dinner. Waffles, eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast, juice, and some fruit. It was your request from the magic hat of choosing, or at least an online wheel you guys made a month ago since all of you couldn’t decide. 

“So, who wants what job?” You offered as you started pulling things out of the bags. 

“I’ll take cutting things, you both know I’m good with that.” Ronin said he sat on one of the island chairs, leaning on his elbow on the counter. Misaki was jumping in excitement at that thought, you knew he was good by the pictures from the server. 

Sighing out, “Fine, just don’t cut yourself.” You grabbed one of your knives and handed it to him. “So you got cutting fruit and a job I’m giving you is also making the waffles. Then Misaki?”

“Oo, oo, oo. I can make the batter! And toast the bread!” She was pulling out the flour, sugar, baking soda, and the loaf of bread. 

“Then that leaves me to make the bacon and eggs. I’m sure nothing will go wrong.” 

You just had to jinx it, did you?

All three of you got flour all over yourselves. Misaki threw flour at Ronin for something you didn’t really hear since you were paying attention to the eggs. And they were having a flour fight, and Ronin, being himself, invited you to the fight. By throwing flour at you. 

By the time the breakfast was done, you three were covered in flour and waffle batter(Ronin did that one as well). 

“You look darling as a ghost. Both of you do.” Ronin was the least amount covered, which ticked you off. He was the first to throw things at you specifically. How is this taller bastard less covered than you and Misaki? 

You looked at Misaki as she looked back at you, both of you had that glint. Misaki opened her arms a little, and you nod. As Ronin turned away, the both of you hugged the male, making him cover into a mess as well. 

“Didn’t want you to miss out, Ronin.” You sweetly said to him. He looked down at both of you. 

“Come on, Ronin, get as messy as us.” Then pause. “Wait… that sounded way too wrong.” You see their faces explode into red. Laughing at their embarrassment, you felt Ronin put a hand on your hand as well as Misaki’s head. 

“As messy as I like it, I wanna change, plus, it’s my turn to pick the movie we are watching.” You loosen your grip to look at him, almost like you were in danger. 

“No…” You softly said, feeling the dread come in. Misaki, who also understood what he was gonna mention. 

“Yes, since both of you made me watch Heathers, and kept comparing me to JD. I’m so gonna make you watch it.” He said, his voice was deeply like venom.

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The movie? Was kinda meh in your opinion, but only because you grossed out by some of the overly bloody murder scenes. And you had both killers pointing out the misinformation of the movie.

Example 4: 

All three of you were in bed, Misaki was in the middle, Ronin was on the left, and you were on the right. The window was close to you, shining light over the three of you. You woke up after a harsh dream, so you were just watching the three sleep. 

As much as you try to make fun of Ronin, saying he snored, was a lie. He was quiet, and the moment he fell asleep, he acted like he’s dead. Barely moving except for his breathing. Misaki was holding you like their own personal teddy bear. She moves slightly but not too harshly. You move some of her hair away from their face. 

The smile on your face was soft and light. It was a truly happy, quiet moment between the three. Ronin and Misaki are quite loud when hyper, but who can say? You also indulge into their acts of tomfoolery. You savored this moment until you felt a hand on your cheek. 

“What’s rattling in that head of yours?” Ronin was awake. His voice sounded deeper and quiet. Mostly not to wake the person in between them. 

“Just a bad dream. Nothing to worry about.” You felt his thumb move on your cheek. Soothing your nerves, he just raitated calmness and love into his touch. “Promise.”

“If there was nothing to worry about, you would still be asleep than awake in the witchen hours.” He grunted out. You felt his dark eyes on you. 

“Just a dumb nightmare, I’ll be fine, now why are you up?” You finally look at him in his eyes. 

“Dunno, just woke up. Might be because you are awake.” 

“Ahh.” You felt his hand move up to play with your hair. 

“Why are we awake? It’s like so fuckin’ early.” Misaki grunted out into your arms. They shifted into your arms, like they were trying to get further into you. 

“Well, Darlin’ woke up from a grotesque dream, not spilling their lips. A shame.”

“Rrreeaadderrr… Come on.” She looks up at you. “We are here to support you, we are your partners, after all.” 

“I know, I know. Just this dream is a bit different. Let me have a moment with it.” The dream was both of them trying to kill you, you knew it was a small chance to have that actually happen. But… You didn’t want them to know. To know that you somewhat still fear them.

“Well, whatever it is, must be dumb. Now please, it is really too early to be awake, and I want to see what carnival fair is in person.” That’s right, it must have slipped your mind. You and Ronin wanted to show a fair to Misaki. You just wanted to be cliche into the ferris wheel. 

You kissed her forehead. “Alright, alright.” You see them fall asleep, leaving both you and Ronin away. You look up at him in the nightly light from your window. You felt his hand leave your head and see it pull both you and Misaki closer to him. 

“You got both killers near you. If there’s a danger, you know I would bash them, and Misaki would kill it with their rifle. Now go back to bed, I don’t want to see a peeved Reader, because you didn’t get enough sleep tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead, and laid his arm around you and Misaki.

You had sweet dreams after that.

Example 5:

Sometimes, you forget you literally date killers. After all the sweet moments, it puts red tinted glasses on your nose. 

It’s past midnight, and both Misaki and Ronin decided to go out in the alleyways. The carnival fair was great, you and Ronin got Misaki a gift, and she won prizes at the shooting games. Which you kept saying being an assassin is cheating. Minor points aside. Ronin is in the mood to kill someone, Misaki is for the thrill, meanwhile, you just want to go home. But, you didn’t want to be left out, and just alone, afterall, it is a date.

You were sitting on the boxes in Ronin’s alley, watching him and Misaki talk. You look back on memories you had with the two of them, they’re sweet to you in their own ways. You look at your hands, wondering how far this is gonna go. And hopefully, a very long time. 

CRACK

You look over to see Ronin split someone head open. You could see the poor soul’s head open. But you can also see who it was, it was some hotshot ceo. Apparently from the rumors you get from your journalism job, you heard that he was an asshole, flirted with any woman near him, and cheated constantly on his girlfriend. His girlfriend was also abused by him, stealing her money for his company. Well, luckily for her, he’s dead. 

Misaki startled you by sitting next to you, and she snickered at you jumping. You shoved their shoulders as Ronin started talking. 

“So what message should be sent this time? Pentagram?” 

Jumping in her seat, “Oo, oo, oo! What about something romantic, finish the night strong!” 

Ronin looks up with a grin, humming from contemplation. “Reader, what do you think?” 

You thought for a moment. “What about his aorta?”

Ronin stared at you for a moment before walking over and holding a knife to you. “How about you carve it for me, Darlin’?”

Right.. That promise you made when you were flirting with him before. You cringed at the thought, but sighed. A promise is a promise. You took the knife and walked over with him. Misaki was watching you. 

You slowly do the process, luckily Ronin has told you how to do it when you were writing your novel. If you make a mistake Ronin would just either let you fail or just correct you. If you weren’t literally carving out someone’s heart, it would be another sweet blissful date. 

After a quite messy and bloody moment, you had the asshole’s heart in your hand. You hand it into Ronin with both hands. 

“It’s not my own heart, but… an offering ‘till then.” You said with a smile, it was sweet and loving, his grin was plastered on his face. Misaki was near Ronin, looking at it. 

“I can’t believe you collect these, Ronin. Instead of the tooth fairy, you could be a body collector. ‘Gotta make my own makeshift body’. Frankenstein kinnie.” Which made you snort, not expecting that. 

“You mean the doctor who made him, hot stuff. We might have to watch it if you didn’t know.” Ronin said. 

“When it’s your turn, Ronin. I have next pick.” You said starting to walk to your place once again. Of course to change and cuddle. After all, it was the last night Misaki would be here. They have to go back to Japan again.

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I feel like I didn't write Misaki as much but I will want to expand the poly couple. And yes, I wrote this for me and purely for me. Love the duo. Anyway, it is late for me, I'm gonna pass out, this will be posted on ao3 when I get the moment to.

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[theamberfist]

It's Tough to be a Teacher | Alastor x Teacher! Reader

Platonic! Alastor + Best Friend! Teacher! Reader

Description: You and Alastor have been best friends since you were alive; where you two served as a murderous radio-host-and-kindergarten-teacher duo. Now, your refusal to become an overlord and protect yourself in hell causes Alastor to come up with a plan to convince you; for your own safety.

(Notes: CW Alastor, mentions of cults)

❀ We've got a song in this one! (Sometimes I like to write in songs I find if they fit the scene since Hazbin Hotel is a musical after all!) ❀

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Alastor was someone who absolutely thrived in hell. With almost no consequences for any of his actions, he could kill, torture, or eat anyone he wanted. It was no surprise to you that he'd risen to be one of hell's strongest overlords in such a short time after his death.

You'd also been dead by then. In fact, you'd been killed off long before he had when your crimes in life were discovered. Alastor, upon arriving in hell years later, had informed you that he'd gotten revenge on those responsible for your death in the most brutal, bloody way possible; just as a best friend should, and he'd been making a name for himself here ever since with your support.

You were under the impression that you thrived in hell, too. However, since you had absolutely no interest in becoming an overlord, this sense of safety and contentment you felt was really thanks to your best friend's protection. There were few in hell who would mess with the Radio Demon, and even fewer that would have risked harming you and incurring his wrath when the two of you were always seen together.

But that didn't mean there weren't any at all.

Since his debut as an overlord, Alastor had caused many of hell's strongest to go missing, where he broadcasted their screams of pain and torment for all to hear. As it turned out, many of those missing overlords happened to be connected to not-yet-missing ones, who would then take it upon themselves to exact their revenge upon him. And more recently, that meant going after the closest person to him, you, as an eye-for-an-eye sort of situation.

He hated it. Even more so because you could have easily become just as powerful as him if you wanted to. You'd been a killer in life too and you certainly had the stomach to deal in souls, but every time he brought the topic up, you refused it.

Your murders had always had a strict moral code to them when you were alive. The pattern had been what ultimately alerted the New Orleans police that you were a suspect and got you caught in the end. You only ever killed those that you had deemed deserving of it based on a list of circumstances and traits. In short, you'd been trying to make a positive impact on the world in your own twisted way by killing off people you considered bad.

In fact, you met Alastor precisely because of your little 'good deeds,' as you'd referred to them at the time. You had been in the woods burying a body, only for him to be out hunting at the same time. Surprised by the presence of another person, he'd come over to strike up a conversation and the rest was history. You'd been best friends ever since because, ironically, Alastor had never met your qualifications for a truly 'bad' person.

Together, you two were a radio host and kindergarten teacher duo by day, but a pair of serial killers by night; both very notorious for your crimes.

And yet, when you'd arrived in hell, you'd seen no point in becoming an overlord. Why own the souls of other sinners? It wasn't like you wanted to become some sort of god and the way you saw it, you could protect yourself just fine without that extra power (though, Alastor would have begged to differ on that point, considering it was usually his power protecting you without your knowledge). So every time he tried to suggest you join him in his path, you'd politely but adamantly refused.

Which was why he was now left at a loss for what to do. Sighing, the Radio Demon slumped in his seat as he stared down at the 'coffee' in front of him. He'd come down to Cannibal Town since they had some of the best cafe's in hell and a warm drink had always helped him think better.

He could continue to protect you the way he currently was just fine, of course, but should he ever not be physically present, and an overlord that was on the stronger side showed up, he wasn't as confident in the fact that you'd get out unscathed.

The Radio Demon had never worried for another person to this extent in his life or afterlife, but it seemed his best friend was one of few exceptions to that. After all, without you, who would he share endless hours of gossip with when even Rosie was busy? Who else in hell had he known in life that didn't constantly ask him for favors the way Mimsy did? Who else had quietly listened to his broadcasts every day while their kindergarteners took their afternoon naps in the classroom?

No matter what you said, he refused to allow you to come to any harm if he could prevent it. Whether he liked it or not, you were too much of an important aspect in his life for him to even risk that. For heaven's sake, you had hardly even committed a single crime since arriving in hell of all places because you claimed "everyone here was probably a bad person" and that you "couldn't actually kill them anyway so what was the point?"

So it was Alastor's concern for your safety that finally brought him out of the cafe and on a walk through the cannibal colony in the hopes of coming up with a solution. If he couldn't get you to become an overlord, perhaps there was some other way to ensure your safety down here. Could you make a deal with someone in higher standing? Sneak into heaven? Get a job working for Lucifer, if you had to?

Luckily, he didn't have to ponder long, because as he walked, he passed by a group of what looked like young adult sinners all resembling various animals. They were gathered in an alleyway and huddling like a sports team might before a big game, and since they weren't doing anything that particularly irritated him, he nearly passed them by without a second thought.

...Until he heard them say your name. Well, it was your last name; they'd referred to you the way your kindergarteners might have, back when you were alive.

Alastor froze, his head snapping to look at the group now. Upon noticing his gaze on them, they all quieted down as he repeated your name with an unreadable expression.

"Do the lot of you happen to know them?" He asked. The sinners all exchanged glances before hesitantly nodding.

"Yeah, we all had them as our teacher when we were little." One finally spoke up. Clearly, he recognized who Alastor was because he and the rest of them all seemed a bit timid.

"Interesting..." Alastor said as he took a step into the surprisingly-clean alleyway now. He was extremely curious as to why they'd brought you up at a time like this. If they were your former students, he was sure they'd absolutely loved having you as a teacher; all of them had. But bringing up someone who'd taught them when they were in kindergarten at a time like this seemed excessive.

As he came closer to the huddle, he noticed a few more interesting things on the wall behind them that only amused him further. It seemed he'd been right when he called them excessive.

Dozens of what he could only assume were their assignments from kindergarten had been plastered on the wall; all graded by your hand and with that sparkly pen of your favorite color that you always used. The Radio Demon wasn't even sure how they'd procured those things in hell, but that wasn't all. There was a photo of you with your class of kindergarten students from when you were alive at the center of it all, and lines drawn in bright red blood connected everything; wrapping up this odd display.

It was a shrine. That knowledge only made Alastor's smile widen further in amusement. You likely didn't even know these former students were in hell, so he enjoyed imagining how your face would look when he told you all these details.

The sinners exchanged glances with one another now, seemingly put-off by his silence this whole time.

"Do you have a problem with us?" One of the braver ones spoke up, "If so, we're not alone! I'll have you know there are tons of us down here that will gang up on you if you try anything!" The Radio Demon wanted to roll his eyes at that- as if a group of regular demons, no matter how large, could stand a chance against him- but an idea was forming in his mind now that he couldn't help but want to investigate further. He hummed, taking another step forward as he raised his microphone-cane to point at the wall-shrine.

"And do the rest of you worship this person too?" He questioned casually. It seemed your former students hadn't expected that because they exchanged glances with one another again before answering.

"...Yes. All of us were their former students," one said, "We were inspired by their death and followed their ideals in our own murders. Now, we continue to spread their knowledge throughout hell."

"I see..." Alastor replied. He couldn't have been more amused in this moment; here he'd been worrying about your safety since you didn't want to become an overlord, and now it seemed he'd just accidentally stumbled upon the solution. "If that's true, then I assume you've yet to run into them down here?"

That gave the group pause.

"They're down here?" The sinner who had first spoke up asked and Alastor nodded.

"Indeed!" He replied, "In fact, they happen to be a dear friend of mine." Their eyes seemed to narrow at that; as if they didn't approve of the supposed friendship. Alastor, however, paid them no mind as he stood taller and rested his hands on his cane. "I have a proposition regarding your former teacher," he announced to the group, "One I believe you'll be more than inclined to accept."

He could already see their intrigue as he began explaining.

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You quietly hummed to yourself as you made your way to what essentially served as your dwelling here in hell. Thanks to Alastor, you could have chosen just about anywhere to live if you wanted, so at the moment, both you and him resided in an otherwise-empty apartment building that closely reflected the architecture found in New Orleans during your time. Your apartments were next door to one another; even having a door on one of the walls between them for quick access, though Alastor rarely ever used it; instead just popping up out of nowhere in your house.

Unlocking the door to your home, you stepped inside and shut it behind you. Since your best friend had been busy today, you'd taken a peaceful walk by yourself and had now returned to make dinner for the both of you. Alternating who cooked and when was a common practice for you and the Radio Demon since you both shared the same tastes and preferences when it came to food. You had to admit, though, that he was much more skilled in the kitchen than you.

You turned on one of the many radios found in your apartment as you moved through the kitchen; humming along with the song Alastor currently had broadcasting. You were just about to start cooking when there was a knock at your door.

Frowning, you set down the apron you'd been about to tie onto your body and made your way to the entrance of your apartment. You'd never received visitors before; and especially not out of the blue like this. Alastor tended to ward off anyone who might have been looking to come see you.

Curious, you looked through the door's peephole to see a huge group of people crowding the hallway. Slightly nervous but remaining confident, you pulled open the door to greet them.

"Hello, can I help you?" You asked as kindly as you could. Alastor would likely lecture you about not answering the door for strangers like this later, but it wasn't like anything was going to happen, right?

Suddenly, someone from the group called your name, but not just any name; the title you'd gone by as a teacher. Your gaze snapped to them in surprise.

"Y-yes, that's me..." You replied carefully, "And you are?"

"It's me; James!" The person called and suddenly, memories of your life came flooding back to you. James had been one of your very first students and he was always such a sweet kid. He used to offer to sharpen your pencils for you during his own recess time, and though you never took him up on it, you were always appreciative.

"And Joseph!" Another demon called.

"And Ruth!"

"And Mary!" Suddenly, a whole chorus of names were called out, all belonging to your former students. Your breath hitched and a huge smile made its way onto your face at being able to see them again.

"My goodness, what are you all doing here?" You asked happily, ready to invite every single one of them into your home for dinner, even if they could barely fit in the long hallway outside your apartment, as it was.

But then it hit you; this was hell. If this many of your former students were here, that meant they hadn't made it into heaven like you'd always assumed. This was only a handful of those you used to teach, of course, but if this many had ended up in hell, you wondered what could have gone wrong to make them commit anything worthy of being here.

"What are you all doing here?" You asked, now crossing your arms. It had been a while, but those teacher instincts of yours were beginning to come back just from seeing all your old kids.

"We found out about your killings!" Mary eagerly spoke up. You cringed at that. You'd known your students would likely hear of what you'd done, and while you didn't regret any of it, you did feel bad that it had likely ruined the image of their former favorite teacher in their memories.

"We were inspired!" Joseph called now and your eyes widened.

"You're like our idol!" Agreed Ruth, "We want to be just like you so we've been living the way you wanted and continuing your legacy of cleansing the world of evil!"

You felt like you couldn't breathe. They were here because of you? Because of what you'd done? You weren't sure whether to be proud or guilty over that, but before you could decide, James dropped another bombshell.

"And now we want you to own our souls!"

You paused, taking the information in. A part of you expected them to backtrack, laugh, and tell you this had all been some elaborate prank, but that didn't happen. They were dead serious about wanting you to be their overlord.

"What?" You asked in surprise as Mary nodded.

"We want to give our souls to you and work under your command!" She explained excitedly, as if what she was proposing was the most normal thing. You weren't sure what to do.

"Uh...Could you all give me one moment?" You asked politely, feeling as if you might faint. The students nodded and you quickly shut the door before going straight to your living room. That was where the connecting door between your and Alastor's apartments was located and you hurriedly knocked on it, needing the support and guidance of your closest friend right now.

"Al?" You called quietly enough that the students wouldn't hear you but loudly enough that he would, "Are you there? I could use some help!" There was no response, even after you waited a minute, and you sighed, assuming he wasn't home yet.

You went to turn around now, trying to come up with a nice way to reject the crowd of people outside when you jumped at the sight of a bright red deer-like demon standing behind you.

"What is it, darling?" He asked in a cheerful tone.

"You've got to stop sneaking up on me like that!" You exclaimed as you reached a hand to your heart. It wasn't like you could have heart attacks in hell but it sure felt that way.

"Why, but it's so entertaining!" He replied before setting his cane down and letting it rest in the crook of his arm. "Now, what seems to be the issue today?"

Ignoring how he almost sounded like a customer service worker, you sighed and reached a hand to your forehead in an effort to calm your already-growing headache.

"Remember how I used to teach kindergarten?" You asked, though, you knew he did. Regardless, the Radio Demon nodded and you continued. "Well, it looks like a bunch of my former students grew up looking up to me and now they're here in hell. They showed up just now and they want to give me their souls like an overlord!"

Alastor remained smiling, as always, so it was hard for you to notice just how amused he was by this situation. "And why, pray tell, would that be an issue?" He asked.

"Because I can't do that!" You exclaimed, groaning in frustration, "I can't hurt them; they're still my former students! I would have no idea what to do with that kind of power and besides, I don't want to be an overlord!" You plopped down on your nearby couch as Alastor listened intently to your plight. Finally, he hummed.

"I still fail to see the issue, dear," he told you, holding his cane in his hands behind his back as he calmly paced in front of you, "who says you would have to harm them if you owned their souls?" When you didn't respond he went on. "And as for the power, you would hardly need to use it. They could live their lives just as they did before if you so wished, but this way, you would finally be able to protect yourself."

"I can already-" you started to protest, only to see the look in his eyes and think better of it. You'd been in denial about the role your best friend played in your safety for a while now. Finally, you sighed. "But Al, they see me like some sort of god," you told him, "they idolize me to a concerning degree. I can't have that power over people; it's never been my style."

Alastor knew this was true. After all, in life you'd always preferred to manipulate the world from the shadows via your killings. You would never have been comfortable with this much glory, but he wasn't about to give up on the idea yet.

"Perhaps I can put it a different way," he said. The sentence was a reference to your teaching style as well; always willing to try and explain or show things differently if a student didn't get it the first time. You were endlessly patient, and luckily, he knew that would work in favor of his current plan. 

With a wave of his cane, a hoard of shadow creatures appeared in the room around you. You glanced at each of them, having seen the group before, wondering how he planned to get this point across. That was when he pointed to the door, where one of the creatures had grabbed the handle and was now swinging it open. In the hall, you could see your crowd of students all kneeling, but they looked up with smiles once the door was open. That was when Alastor, in his theatrical fashion, began to sing.

"There, you see? They're on their knees!" He called, pointing his cane in the direction of the hall, "Being worshipped is a breeze!" As if to further prove his point, the shadow creatures ran over to kneel in front of him. The one that had been at your front door now closed it and joined them. "Which rather suits us in the interim!" Alastor added with his signature wide smile.

"I just...Don't think I'm cut out for it," you admitted with a sigh, completely ignoring his song. On a normal day, you might have sang and danced along, but you weren't in the mood right now. "They want me to be a god!"

You plopped down on the couch with a defeated look on your face but your best friend wasn't done yet. 

"It's tough to be a god!" He admitted dramatically as the shadow creatures spun in circles around him, "Tread where mortals have not trod! Be deified when really you're a sham!" You could tell he was mocking you now as he leaned on the couch and raised a hand to his forehead like an exasperated lady. You rolled your eyes but then he moved to stand in front of you, taking both your hands in his.

"Be an object of devotion!" He sang as the shadow creatures performed some surprisingly elaborate choreography around you. "Be the subject of psalms!" He pulled you up off the couch so you both were standing now and then draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you in and raising his hand to his mouth as if telling you a secret. "It's a rather touching notion; all those prayers and those salaams!" He took your hand now, spinning you in a circle as you chuckled. 

Alastor knew his plan was starting to work now; at the very least, he'd cheered you up. It seemed pretending he had no part in the arrival of your former students really had been the right choice; otherwise you would have caught on to what he was doing. 

"And who are you to bridle if you're forced to be an idol?" He asked as the shadow creatures brought of both their hands and shrugged dramatically, "If they say that you're a god that's what you are!" You bit your lip at that; seemingly still not enthusiastic about the idea. Knowing he needed to try another tactic, Alastor snapped his fingers, transporting a few of your students into the room.

All of them were kneeling on the floor surrounding parts of what had been their shrine to you. Your widening eyes told him you hadn't realized their devotion ran that deep yet and his smile grew more sly as he went on with the song. 

"What's more," he sang, "If you don't comply with the students wishes I can see you being sacrificed or stuffed!" He dragged a finger across his neck for emphasis and you seemed to get a little more nervous. In order to bring back your enthusiasm, though, he pulled you back into a side-hug as you both faced the students. Now as they continued to kneel, silver platters of your favorite foods rested in their hands and they held them out to you. 

"So let's be gods, the perks are great!" He lead you over to one of the students and took note of how your eyes lit up slightly at the sight of your favorite food, "All of hell here on our plate!" He spun you again now and snapped his fingers so the platters disappeared and a few more students joined the others in kneeling. "The students' feelings should not be rebuffed!" He sang as he directed your attention to the sinners, who all gave you puppy-dog-eyes in agreement. Alastor had to hand it to them; they had a knack for going with whatever he came up with in order to convince you. "Never rebuff the students' feelings, no my friend!" 

The shadow creatures began dancing around again and the other demons joined them, despite not really knowing the choreography. The result was an adorably awkward dance between the two groups. "It's tough to be a god!" Alastor repeated to you as he took a step, gesturing to everyone around you both. "But if you get the students' nod..." He trailed off, giving you the opportunity to speak. You did, with slight hesitation. 

"Count your blessings?" You asked more than you sang. Alastor nodded, glad to know he seemed to have gotten you on-board now.

"Keep them sweet; that's my advice!" He replied as he came to stand by your side again in the middle of the circle of shadow creatures and students. 

"Be a symbol of perfection..." You sang softly. The Radio Demon knew his plan had worked now so he nodded and went on. 

"Be a legend, be a cult!" He advised you, "Take their praise, take the collection as the multitudes exult!" You turned to the students, one of your hands slightly extended as it began to glow your favorite color; a phenomena you'd never experienced before now.

"Don a supernatural habit?" You sang as you glanced back at Alastor, who nodded, before leading you slightly closer to the group. 

"You'd be crazy not to grab it!" He sang as the first student eagerly lined up to shake your hand. This time, you didn't reject the offer and the Radio Demon was glad to know his plan had worked out just the way he wanted. He knew you only needed a little more convincing in order to become one of hell's next best overlords. "So sign up this new god for paradise!" He sang as you finally took the hand of your student, shaking it and solidifying your first deal as a new overlord. "Paradise~!"

And with that, it was done. You would finally own souls of your own, and with them, you would finally have the power to protect yourself just like your best friend had always wanted. 

[peasofgreeniguess]

What if Og Sans, Fell Sans and Horror Sans (Along with their brothers, Dust, Nightmare And Killer all separated) had a Komi Reader?, She drop dead gorgeous and can't communicate at all she's basically Komi From Komi Can't Communicate

Ngl, I’ve never seen this show- also! Since I Don’t know much about killer, nightmare, or dust- I won’t be doing them… mostly because nine characters is A-LOT so I chose the ones I’m not good with to cut. I’m sorry annnon!! but I will do my best!!!!

Classic Sans: When he first meets you, sans is a stuttering mess. Believe it or not- sans is quite shy around people he finds attractive, and you, are quite pretty. He attempts to get to know you, following you around and asking you questions, be brings you coffee and treats in hopes you open up... But you are one tough nut to crack. You are quiet, and seem to have a hard time voicing your thoughts. But sans is patent, making sure he never oversteps boundaries and pushing you just enough to encourage you to open up.

Classic papyrus: wowie! Look at you! You look quite overwhelmed in this crowd of people… as THE GREAT PAPYRUS! he must help you escape! Also… he hopes to be your knight in shining armor, carrying you to victory as you look up at him in wonder. He gently pulls you side to a quiet place. You thank him And he smiles, the next day he comes back to the same spot to see you again! And again, and again. You aren’t much of a talker but papyrus gives you space, his patience rivals his brothers.

Fell sans: Stars Damn- aren't you a sight to behold. One of the prettiest things he's ever seen- you must be his! Red is possisive, he follows you around and flirts with you when he can, encouraging you to get out of your shell- you don’t communicate well… but neither does he so he can’t blame you. He finds your awkwardness quite charming and it only draws him closer to you. Hell get you falling for him in no time.

Fell papyrus: edge lifts you up from the ground where you fell, tripping on your own feet. He sighs and crosses his arms, telling you to be more careful and briskly walking away. He comes back the next day to find you again. He looks at you and turns away hiding his blush- you sure are pretty… Pretty clumsy! speaking of clumsy… Out of the corner of his eye he sees you fall again, but this time he catches you. His cheeks flushing as he sets you straight again… NO he will NOT fall for this cute human! (He already has)

Horror sans: you don’t even notice him quietly watching you. He’s not stalking you! God no, he’s just.. shy, like you. He sits at his table in the cafe and watches you, occasionally buying a treat or coffee and sending it to your table. He loves seeing your shocked smile and blush… maybe one day you both will run into each other and actually talk…

Horror papyrus: when he sees you he immediately sits at your table, early talking to you. After all, it's not often he sees a human as cute as you! Though you seem quite shy, that's ok! He can talk for the both of you! So he sits with you, for every day after he meets you he will handing at your table and talk. And you listen. A perfect duo, he talks about his day, he talks about his brother, he talks about cooking! And one day, you talk to him to! And now you both talk!!! To eachother!!!

(Asks are open- added a limit to my master list. Up to 6 skeles only please)

[forsaken-headcanons]

Dry bones anon with my character remaster for Dry bones and Koopa concept....except I actually don't know how to remaster it... so here, have how they would interact with the canon survivors. (I do hope I can finish the Koopa character concept since neither me or LoL managed to finish it)

Noob

Dry bones and Koopa are very curious about Noob's item and how they work

Dry bones forgets that personal space is a thing, they also tries to sneak up on him to scare him. Its an annoying friendship for Noob (especially since Two Times started doing it too) but Noob is fine with it tho (sometime use the Ghostburger to spook it back)

Koopa is more reserved, not because she's introverted but more because she's scared of saying something offensive (apply to a lot of survivors). Good terms.

Elliot

Get a pizza addict and the pizza guy in the same room together, (not a Mutant Ninja Turtles reference nu-uh (it is)). They're on good terms.

Elliot was curious how can Dry bones eat.. anything, it ended up with Dry bones re-thinking his entire life and sitting on the couch for....lets say a very long time, after that Elliot always feel the need to ask Koopa if its ok to ask some question to Dry bones.

Shedlestky

Shedlestky was screaming inside when he first saw them. Sure there was the Project Moon characters but here...its Nintendo, you know, the copyright king, and here they are somewhat in the right to file something for copyright. After that initial reaction tho, he quickly befriended Dry bones and is planning to the same with Koopa (who is terrified since a god or demi-god is TRAPPED)

Builderman

Same initial reaction as Shedlestky but compared to him, it never truly wore off. If they could call Roblox, would have done so instantly so Nintendo could get these 2 idiots back.

Builderman is also VERY concerned (understatement) when Dry bones becomes way to careless with their (semi) immortality and it comes back holding its arm in hand (by that I mean the arm fell off) and it needs help to put it back in its place.

This concern also applies to Koopa who will NOT hesitate to take a hit for someone and often needs Guest to hold her back from running in.

Speaking of

Guest 1337

Guest is the only one that is isn't Dry bones that can stop Koopa from rushing in...ironic, since he does the same thing and need someone to keep him from doing the same, Chance or Builderman usually fill that roll but Koopa does it sometime.

However if the situation is getting dire and someone is in huge danger, they won't stop eachother and just jump to killer.

He tries to do that with Dry bones too but only should they have "died" once and risk actually dying.

Two Times

"The Holy Spawn must have given you a 2nd life, how wonderfull it is to meet someone with the same blessing!"

"I think my 2nd life erased my memory, so could you please, tell me about the Spawn and its followers." (He knows Two Times is a cultist from the other, but no one knew anything aside from worshipping the Spawn,so its lying to them to know more about it)

Dry bones was then traumatized by the cult's practice and was starting to regret talking to them.

Koopa never really interacted with Two Times but if Dry bones decided that the Spawn practice are a huge red flag, then its best to stay away until Dry bones finds the words to speak about the cult, doesn't stop her from interacting during rounds.

Chance

Take the semi-immortal skeleton and the gambler with a gun and you have a duo that if not injured or making bets, means something is VERY wrong.

Meanwhile Koopa think that Chance is bad influence on Dry bones.

007n7

"Damn you're just like me"

"For Real For Real"

Love trans people

Meanwhile, the Skeleton that doesn't care about its gender in the corner watching her sister find someone like her.

Taph

*Bone rattling*

*Emojis*

*Bone rattling with sign language*

*Emojis with sign language*

Guest and Jason staring in horrors

Nothing with Koopa

Dusekkar

Dusekkar had the same reaction as the 2 other admins however he came to the conclusion that not only will Roblox look for its missing admins and civilians but will also get help from Nintendo if it finds that 2 of their character went missing in Roblox. (Or a lawsuit could happen, lets hope its the former)

Koopa will always praise Dusekkar's magic abilities and mention how magikoopas magic are inferior to his and is almost equal to Kamek.

Dusekkar didn't expect to Dry bones not asking him to repeat himself but to also rhymes its sentences around him, if only this skeleton would exercice caution.

Actually went insane writing all of this, my fingers hurt from typing all of this

yes officer, that's them (talking to nintendo) /silly

THESE ARE SO COOL TBH!! dry bones and taph.,. oh no, they're communicating..! LMFAO 1337 AND JASON BEING ABLE TO UNDERSTAND 💔💔 what are they saying vro.. hey c'mon don't be shy /sillier

if someone were to take a shot for every time two time (heh) has traumatized someone unknowingly/unwillingly, a dozen bottles would've been downed. guaranteed /j

(hope your fingers are okay vro 😭)

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Eri or any of the kids meeting the characters would be cute.

Like eri is holding god killer cat while happy cause kitty.

Or something like the YNs fighting over who gets to play with her.

Hell her with something like replacement fighter or LA and then when they hand eri over to eve to get her fed and eve sees the duo with bows and ribbons in their hair.

-First rule about Eri- Living Apocalypse Reader is not allowed to babysit under any circumstances! This is due to the one and only time he babysat her, trying to teach her how to express her anger due to her past, and taught her how to scream out, “FUCK OVERHAUL!!!”

-This rule was made by Adam, and he’s not allowed to babysit her again unless Adam is there as well. Living Apocalypse learned a harsh lesson that day, pissing off both Adam and Eve and wound up covered in lumps from their punishment.

-Replacement Fighter isn’t the best babysitter either, mainly because he doesn’t really know how to deal with kids, he didn’t know what to do with her when Eve dropped Eri off. They ended up playing video games together and he taught Eri how to play Mario Kart. He is very patient with her, letting her put bows in his hair, which he doesn’t mind, as she’s having fun.

-Forgotten Queen and Medusa are the best babysitters, since they were both mothers and know how to take care of a child- they both teach her important things, like how to deal with bullies, what it means to be a queen, and how to coordinate outfits.

-God Killer Cat doesn’t mind Eri, as she originally thought that she was a normal cat, petting her and had sparkly eyes, seeing a kitty, and her excitement grew when GKC spoke, holding her in her little arms, running to whoever she could find to show them the talking cat. GKC doesn’t mind as Eri is a child and finds her wonder amusing.

[npookie0]

Hihihiii is it alright for a Misaki & Reader (platonic) fic of them just having a sleep over? Thinking maybe Reader hasn’t had a sleepover since they were a kid and Misaki immediately makes them have one together!!

Misaki is my fav character would love to see u write them :3

A Starry Night.

Misaki and reader, platonic, fluff fic

Cws: spoilers for Killer Chat! mostly Misaki's route.

You were standing in front of a trailer, a small bag full of clothes and snacks hanging on your shoulder. You were surprised by how warm it was in Japan compared to Uptown, the surroundings were beautiful flashy with a bunch of billboards all around.

Excitement filled your body, it was supposed to be your first ever sleepover since... ever! You didn't even know when you and Misaki made the plans to have this sleepover, you just remember their shock once they heard that you don't remember any of your sleepover experiences.

<hitmeuppp> pookie wdym you never had a sleepover????? naur way we have to change it!!!!

You were curious, maybe a little bit terrified (they're an assassin after all) and very happy at the same time. You felt like a kid, the flight to Japan, drive from the airport to where you are now, they felt so long with how impatient you were the whole time.

You took a deep breath, told yourself to calm down and knocked on the door of Misaki's place of living. You heard an excited squeak, then someone bumping into something and cursing and finally the creak of the door.

Misaki stood in front of you, a big, beaming, smile on their lips and million sparks in their eyes when they saw you in front of them.

"Y/n! Hi! Hello!" They exclaimed happily and pulled you into a hug.

You stumbled on your feet, unprepared for the sudden embrace, but your hugged back, as excited as she was.

"Hi hi! I'm happy to see you!"

"Me too oh my god! I can't believe you actually traveled all the way just for a sleepover! Dude you're crazy!"

You spent most of the day traveling around Uiji, they were showing you some of their favourite spots, telling you what snacks you should buy if you wanted some to take back home with you.

Finally, the sun set behind the horizon, deep dark sky with dozens of shining stars was now above the two of you as you sat on the trailer's roof.

"Are you ready for your first ever sleepover?" They asked you, smiling like a child from ear to ear.

Their smile was contiguous, causing you to shine brightly with them. Warmth filled your heart at the thought of sharing this experience with Misaki. With your friend, one of the best one's you ever had actually.

You knew that this was a big moment for them too, a moment of relaxation, of break from killing and assassination, with you around Misaki's mid could be at peace. No anxiety filling her heart, no fear of dying in the process of eliminating a target.

Just the two of you and your fun time. Just like regular friends would do.

"Duh! I couldn't wait the whole day for this!" You replied and raised your hands. "I could literally shout it from the rooftop!"

She giggled at your stupidity. You two were a match made in heaven, two silly goofs just having their little chaotic duo time around the town.

"Woow you sure are excited! C'mon! We should change into our pyjamas and get this thing started!"

You two got down from the roof, you really didn't know how she found it so easy to climb up there with no effort, and entered the trailer. Misaki changed their clothes in the bathroom while you did so in the bedroom-living-kitchen-everything area of the trailer.

You didn't have a chance to look around the inside of the trailer before so used this opportunity to do just that. The place was a little messy, (or was it the artistic neatness that you regular mortal wouldn't understand?)

Bean bags near the door, clothes scattered on he floor, an undone bed, yeah it's definitely Misaki's place. You saw some crotched plushies, hats and unfinished projects, some drawings here and there too. They're really an artist by heart.

"So~ Are my pjs cute?" Misaki asked, jumping out of the bathroom in a giant hoodie with cat ears and a cat tail attached to it, they were also wearing socks with a cute cat pattern.

"The cutest." You chuckled.

You weren't sure of what to do now. They were sitting next to you and looking for a "cool enough" playlist on their phone.

What were you even supposed to do during a sleepover?

You doubt that sleeping is the answer, at least not this early into the night.

"Um, Misaki?"

"Mhm?" They were still looking through their phone.

"Uh, what are we supposed to do during a sleepover?"

Your question must've really surprised Misaki because their phone fell from their hand, luckily it met a pillow instead of the floor. They looked at you with widened eyes.

"You don't know? Man did you not watch movies when you were a kid?" She titled her head and then murmured a 'no, no, it can't be like this' to herself. "Don't answer! I'll just make this sleepover the best sleepover you'll ever experience!" They said confidently, almost shouting straight into your ear.

So, as Misaki happily exclaimed, they did.

In a spam of four hours you managed to almost burn down their kitchen, laugh at each other while putting on animal themed sheet masks - they had a cat and you had a bunny - have a pillow fight and a karaoke.

Now the two of you are seated outside of the trailer, that Misaki parked in a more rural area, screening a whole animated movie, crying your hearts out at how sad the story was.

"Waah, no please he can't die now!!! They didn't confess yet!" Misaki whined, wiping the tears from their eyes.

"Didn't you say that you watched this movie like hundred times already?" You raised an eyebrow and passed her a tisue.

"Well yes, but I still can get sad over the plot!" They nudged you with their elbow, sniffing and sobbing.

You just chuckled, shaking your head and wiping your own tears.

This was really one of the best nights and days in your entire life. Laying in a field of grass, looking at the stars and laughing with Misaki as she told you about the weirdest people she ever met.

"Thank you Misaki, for showing me the beauty of sleepovers." You said, your eyes locked on the starry sky above you.

"Heh, you're welcome Y/n! And thanks too, for coming here and letting me relax. You're a great friend."

You looked at them, smiling slightly.

"Are you up for another pillow fight?"

"Are you seriously asking? Get your ass up! I'll beat you up!"

This is truly a night worth remembering.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

13 sadist

okay so this is the last mtt request i'm gonna do. please don't send any more requests lol i have to focus on my own fics 😅

13. gods - jang yunjeong, hwang seyoung (original by newjeans)

Once you play God, once you play God They're gonna crumble one by one Then we gon' ride right into the sun Like it's the day my kingdom come

PROMPT: SADIST

(cw: death, blood, suicidal ideation, they're freaks and somehow horror is the normal one here)

the blood on the floor is still warm, and so are the bodies littered around the room. the smell smells faintly of copper, which only gets overpowered somewhat by the smell of smoke and cigarette and cheap booze. killer leans back on the plush couch, legs stretched out, a bottle of vodka in his hand.

“alright, babes,” he says, a smirk on his face. “this is a job well done. how do you feel about a game to keep the night going?”

murder, who is standing idly at the corner of the room, looks at him under the shadow of his hood. “here? really?” he jerks his head towards the pile of bodies in the room.

“why not?” killer grins. “it’s not like they’re gonna complain.”

horror, perching on the bloodstained sofa, scoffs. “fine. better than having nothing to do.”

he motions murder to come closer. after a tense silence, murder trudges towards the duo, plopping his behind on a clean section of the rug. killer hums a happy tune.

“let’s play something simple. truth or dare. if you don’t answer the question or do the dare, then drink a gulp of this.” he waves the bottle around.

“no shot glass?” horror pipes up.

“no need.” killer laughs. “we’re all… acquainted here, aren’t we? what’s wrong with a little indirect kissing?”

murder eyes the bottle, which is still full. “doesn’t sound like a bad punishment there.”

killer grins, leaning forward. “then you have nothing to lose, right?”

*****

the first few rounds are light, with much teasing from all parties.

“killer,” horror calls out. “truth of dare?”

“hmm, truth.”

“why are you always storing your specimen jars in my closet?” horror narrows his eyes in an intimidating look, but it has no effect on the other skeleton.

“because your closet is huge,” killer says, tilting his head. “and your annoyed expression is always the best.”

the next rounds continue in the same lighthearted, playful tone. murder dares horror to untie his shoelaces with his mouth, prompting a disgusted look on horror’s face and a muttered curse as horror downs a large chunk of the bottle. killer dares murder to draw a smiley face on the floor with the almost dried blood, and murder does it with a twitch in his smile, afterwards smearing killer’s cheek with leftover blood.

the vodka gradually dries up as the night goes on. the tension between the trio slowly loosens as the space is filled with laughter and half-drunk insults.

“murder,” killer calls out after three-quarters of the bottle is gone. “truth or dare?”

“dare,” murder says, his words slurred as his head drops on the coffee table.

horror has to take a pause when killer’s eyes gleam with something manic. the void-eyed skeleton grins. “punch a hole in that mirror.” he gestures towards the only hanging mirror in the room.

murder doesn’t hesitate. stumbling, he shortcuts to where the mirror is and punches his fist through it, a satisfying crack echoing in the space. as he hangs his arm to the side, trickles of blood can be seen dripping steadily from the cuts in his hand.

horror turns to killer. “was that really necessary?”

“necessary? no. fun? hell yes.” killer gives him a large smile. “besides, don’t you love it when he gets like this? next time, you can actually dare him to step on those glass shards.”

horror can’t shake off the sudden unease gripping the inside of his ribs, but he can’t deny that what killer suggests sounds pretty entertaining for someone like him. his singular red eye follows murder as the hooded skeleton drunkenly goes back to his spot. murder rests his head under the soft fabric under horror’s seat, and horror can only stare, something dark rumbling in his chest.

the game goes on.

*****

“okay, let’s up the ante here, shall we?”

it’s killer who says that after the whole bottle has been drained. horror is feeling fuzzy now, practically lounging on the sofa – he’s a lightweight, go figure. but killer seems completely chill, and murder looks as if he hasn’t even had enough yet.

killer pulls out something shiny in his jacket, and horror takes one look at it and sobers up immediately.

a revolver.

“game’s all fun and all,” killer says, a feral grin blooming on his face. “but it’s getting… boring, don’t you think? let’s make it more exciting.” he spins the cylinder lazily. “truth, dare, or…” he stops the spin with one finger, the barrel pointing at horror. “take a shot.”

“what the fuck,” is all horror can say, the crack in his head throbbing.

“what’s the matter, egghead? you scared?” killer teases, his tone light but his gaze dark.

murder is the first to grab the gun, his hand surprisingly steady despite the amount of vodka coursing through his veins. “dare,” he says, almost too eagerly.

killer’s smile widens, leaning back on his couch. “pull the trigger.”

horror’s breath catches, but murder doesn’t flinch. he raises the gun, presses it to his temple, and pulls the trigger.

click.

the silence is deafening. murder lowers the gun, a grin splitting his face. “your turn, killer.”

killer idly grabs the gun, spinning the cylinder as though it’s a toy. he presses it to his skull and pulls the trigger.

click.

he laughs, then slides the gun across the table toward horror. “well?”

horror doesn’t move, his hands gripping the fabric of the sofa. “this isn’t a game anymore.”

“of course it is,” killer says, his voice mocking. “life’s a game, and you’re playing one now,”

murder leans into horror’s space, his grin taunting and his breath smelling of vodka. “what’s the matter, horror? don’t think you can handle the odds?”

all of a sudden, the room feels too small, too hot. horror sweats as he stares at the revolver. he can’t back down. not now. not when they’re both watching, waiting for him to show weakness. his hand trembles as he picks up the gun, the cold metal heavy against his palm. he spins the cylinder, presses it to his head, and pulls the trigger.

click.

he lets out a shaky breath, his hands shaking as he sets the gun down. the other two are watching him, their gazes sharp and hungry, and he hates how they look at him like they’ve won.

the game spirals from there, each round pushing them further, testing who will falter first. killer laughs every time the chamber clicks empty, his grin careless, as if death is a game he can never lose. murder’s manic grin turns sharper after each round, his eyes burning with reckless abandon. and horror, for all his composure, feels himself unraveling with each pull of the trigger.

by the time the sun rises and shines a light through the cracks between the blinds, none of them have died. murder is fast asleep, curling on the floor like a cat. horror is wide awake, eyeing the revolver in the middle of the table with much dread and disdain. killer stretches luxuriously in his seat, fake-yawning.

“that was fun,” he says, propping his chin on his hand. “we should do that again some time, don’t you think?

[sleepdeprivedlilbean]

ah yes my favorite duo 💃🕺 : centuries old eldridge horror and his ✨favorite man slut✨

close-ups and my ramblings under the cut (it’s a lot guys. i have a lot of feelings about them and i was just YAPPING 😫)

yall really ate up my last post with Nightmare which omg thank u guys so much for that 🥺

now here’s more 😈

anyway

slutty manservant isn’t the only outfit Killer has, but it’s definitely his favorite lmao (the amount of times he’s been asked if he’s a Lust variant is crazy 💀. don’t get me wrong tho they r besties 💅)

the trench coat vibe was also definitely the way to go with Nightmare and i just 😫

now what’s their dynamic?

i definitely feel like my version of Nightmare and Killer are very much a “talks and listens” duo like shown with the chibi little guys

honestly tho, at first their relationship was strictly business and transactional, but the more time they spent together, the more comfortable they got in each others company and eventually became friends and equals and maybe more

and i feel like during all of that it’s just the two of them. Murder and Horror don’t show up until waaay later once Killer and Nightmare’s relationship has already been established

and no their relationship (whatever it may be, romantic or not i’ll be honest i still haven’t decided 🥲) isn’t toxic, as how i c my Nightmare isn’t anything like cannon Nightmare if that wasn’t already clear

my Nightmare, once free from the rage fueled haze of his corruption, is actually rather calm, collected, and dare say kind in his own way (he is a man of action and very few words)

he doesn’t create negativity out of malicious intent, but rather out of necessity, and actively will comfort those who are greatly struggling, which is how he first came into contact with Killer, seeing him isolated in his dying world

Killer was the first person Nightmare had attempted to “comfort” per say, and was freshly free from his corrupted mentality, hence, y he wasn’t very good at it lol. also, the corruption was reason he hadn’t gotten to Killer sooner in the first place, as he as actively enjoying the suffering Killer was going through at the time. if that makes sense???

anyway, sure they might have been cold to each other at first, with a lack of comforting on Nightmare’s part which somehow turned into a partnership?? but nothing was ever abusive within their relationship

i feel like the turning point for them would be that Nightmare admits to Killer in a moment of vulnerability that he was the first and only person to treat him like he wasn’t some, abomination. monster. freak

he’s never judged him based on his poor past actions, nor is role/duty

he accepts him. and all of him. fully and with all of his flaws not that he has any

(god i love them)

i do feel like if they were in a romantic relationship it’d be rather casual in a way that makes it clear there’s something going on between them, but they’re definitely not the type for pda (veeerrry rarely and only in front of people the trust. it’s a different story when they’re in bed tho 😏)

they’re the old married couple that banters and teases each other but with much more sexual tension lol

ok that’s enough yapping from me haha

if you’ve made it this far genuinely ur the best like wow 🥹

this was a looooot of nonsense so thanks for taking the time to read it all

i’ll be honest i still have more to say but like 💀 nah im cut off-

maybe someday tho…

alright bye 😘

[signanothername]

Best friend by Laufey as killer and color

pls thoughts

OH MY GOD ANON YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING GENIUS

This is absolutely a color spectrum duo song it fits them so so well

“I have never tolerated someone for so long

I've never laughed so much”

“It's funny 'cause you drive me half insane

A universe without you would be thoroughly mundane”

JUST HDHDHDHHXBDHDHHD

ITS SO THEM AAAAAAH!!!! 😭❤️🌷✨

Thank you for this imma definitely immediately add it to my color spectrum duo playlist dhhdhdhhdhdh

[emo-gremlin]

So… idk if this is against the rules, but have you ever heard the song To Catch A Predator by Insane Clown Posse? I’d like some head cannons based on that with whichever F/O you want please.

To Catch a predator starring Mr. WPNZ and Edgar

This fic contains mentions of: child predators and violence against such individuals. Everyone in this piece is a fictional character. Everyone depicted in the fic is of age.

Child predators deserve to rot in hell and are not welcome here.

Please take care of yourselves first.

A17ak30v3rf0R3V3r: My parents are gone for the day, maybe you can keep me company? ( ´ ▽ ` )

k3P5CR34m1n: sure thing, Edith. Want me to bring the condoms?

A17ak30v3rf0R3V3r: yes please!

k3P5CR34m1n: I'll show ya heaven baby, I promise

"He's on his way." The horned robot chipped, his tail flicking back and forth excitedly.

"Good." Replied his companion, a sharp toothed grin on his face.

"...You really think we're doing the right thing?"

"Edgar, these bastards prey on kids. What do you think?"

"I know but....isn't there a better way, Mr. WPNZ?"

The larger bot sighed, putting a hand on Edgar's shoulder. "Look, I know you wanna see the best in people. But look at the chat log for this asshole alone. He thinks you're a ten year old girl, and he's asking if you know how to suck cock. Remember the last guy? His username alone was enough to make us go after him."

Edgar looked over to him, steeling his resolve. "Alright," He grabbed a spiked bat from behind his desk. "Let's get him."

Knock knock.

Edgar straightened his sweater, his tail twitching nervously. His thigh highs secured with garters and hugging his metal flesh sinfully.

The perfect bait.

"Edith?" A voice rang out from the downstairs entryway.

"I'll be right there! Just adjusting my outfit~" He purred, strutting out of the room and down the stairs.

It was times like these Edgar was thankful he didn't have a nose. The guy looked like he hadn't showered in years. Sweat stains around his neck and armpits, some lackluster anime displayed on the shirt that struggled to conceal his layer of blubber. His hair long and greasy, pulled into a loose ponytail. Facial hair spotty and unkempt; fingers permanently stained with cheese dust and God knows what else.

"W-whoa...." The guy stammered.

Edgar chuckled internally. 'So much for that alpha male facade.'

"Do you like it?" Edgar asked innocently.

"Fuck yeah..." The creep was shaking, the bag in his hand rustling.

"Well, don't just stand there! Come on in!" Edgar chuckled, leading him to the living room.

The best part was right around the corner-

"Why wait?" Edgar felt a hand on his arm, slamming him against the wall. The pervert put one of his legs between the robot's. "I've been dying for this."

'Huh. Guess he isn't all talk.'

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, creepshow." A rough voice came from behind the slob.

"What the-"

And down he went, a broken nose and loose teeth.

"You alright?" Mr. WPNZ asked.

"I'm going to soak myself in boiling water after this. And even then I'm not sure if I'll ever be clean." Edgar replied, smoothing out the virgin killer sweater.

"You look fucking sexy by the way." Mr. WPNZ winked.

"Keep 'em in your pants until after we take him out, hm?" Edgar teased, the tip of his tail tracing along Mr. WPNZ's jawline.

The hitman growled in response, throwing the human embodiment of discord moderation over his shoulder as the duo left for the basement.

"Probably gonna burn for this, no lesson to learn from this~" Edgar hummed.

"But it sure is fun~" Mr. WPNZ finished.

"Huh? Wha...where?"

"About time you woke up, sick fuck." Mr. WPNZ spat. "Wouldn't want you to miss out on the fun."

A giggle rang out from the dark of the room.

"Well, fun for us, anyway." Edgar grinned, stepping into the light.

"Wh-what do you want from me?"

He was met with a spiked bat to his groin and bullet in his left kneecap.

"What we want..." Mr. WPNZ teased, "Is shit stains like you extinct. It's people like you who threaten my fucking kids. And I take pride in neutralizing threats."

Edgar giggled once more, pulling the bat from it's bloody, fleshy sheath. A sharp crack rang out as it met pelvic bone.

"I'LL STOP, I SWEAR! ILL NEVER GO NEAR A KID AGAIN!"

"Oh, we know you won't." Mr. WPNZ grinned, a machete replacing one of his hands. "We guarantee it." It sliced through the creep's layer of fat, blood oozing out like honey from the wound.

Edgar reached into the cut, feeling around. "I think you just missed his ribcage there, WPNZ."

"Probably." A glimmer followed by another slash, more blood pouring from his gut.

"There we go!" Edgar smiled, reaching back in to peel away the casing of his intestines.

"Pl-please..."

"Aw...look. He's begging now." Edgar cooed.

"Don't they all at this point?" WPNZ replied.

Edgar pulled at the long organ, it's fleshy pink outsides now wrapped around his arm. A firm yank was all it took to have the slob crying like a baby.

"He has pretty eyes. Maybe we can find someone who has a use for 'em?" Mr. WPNZ pondered, taking his butterfly knife from his chest.

"I think I might know a guy who knows a guy." Edgar returned.

"Nice." Loud squelches poured out of flesh and the eye was tore from its socket, nerve endings hanging pathetically from the now empty hole.

The creep sobbed quietly.

"Oh! We should introduce him to his roomates!" Edgar chirpped. He ran into the shadows of the room, soon returning with a loud screech of metal on concrete. "TaDa!"

It was a corpse, mangled and rotting. Maggots and flies swarmed around it's orifices consuming slowly decaying filth. The man screamed.

"Oh stop your whining! I'm sure you'll get along just fine!" Edgar beamed.

"YOU PEOPLE ARE SICK! WHEN MY MOTHER NOTICES IM GONE, SHE'LL-"

"You don't have a mother." Mr. WPNZ cut him off. "We do our research before hunting you fucks down. How long do you think we've been doing this for without getting caught?"

He turned pale. The growing realization of how many bodies were in this room dawning on him.

"That's right, asshole. We've been at this for years."

Edgar whacked the man again with the bat, hitting the lower part of his spine. "Honestly, it never gets old." He piped in. "Its nice, really. Getting to take out our frustrations on dirt like you. Helps the population."

Mr. WPNZ chuckled. "I think it's about time we took out the trash for good, don't you think?"

Edgar nodded.

The chair flew back as a loud BANG shook the room. Brain matter splattered all over the floor and wall.

A17ak30v3rf0R3V3r: hi! I'm Edith! I like music, puppies, and going to the beach!

Triggerfyn: How old are you, Edith?

A17ak30v3rf0R3V3r: I'm 12!

Triggerfyn: ever had a real man before?

[herboretum]

im genuinely so overwhelmed withvhow much content forsakwn put out i cant play the game so imma talk maybe dissect their milestone renders

stream weathergirl btw its literally azuretime live laugh love flavor foley

ANYWAYS HEL-FUCKING-LOOOOOOO??????? WHATATATT THE HELLLLLLL. THE TWO OF THEM IN THE FIRST RENDER IN GGGSONNA KILLSMUYELF SO BAD I NEEDTO DDO SOEMETHING DRASTIC TO MYSELHF. LOOK. ATTHEM. UGH!!

two time and azure not saying a word but looking at each other in the eyes. the purest form of love is one where you can understand or feel the person without reciprocating words. the atmosphere of it all. its warm—calm. Tranquil. a hug signaling "we'll always be together, i have your back" type of reassurance. dare i say serene. composed. a fluttering feel in the stomach type of psychic damage that its able to pull off, you know? not only does it set up who two time and azure are, but it begins the story by introducing them TOGETHER as an inseparable duo. A Loving pair

SAME WITH THE FUCKING SECOND RENDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its not two time and azure, its two time WITH azure. you literally CANNOT be with JUST azure or two time alone. they are conjoined at the hip. Besties for the resties type shit.

also im stealing this but some1 said the second render portrays them as having some "mischevious fun" and FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKK WHYWOUOD YOU SAAAYY THAAATT. THEY WERE SO CAREFREE. THEY HAD NOTHINGVTO WORRYY ABOUUUTTT. LIFE WAS GOOD FOR THEM. FOR TWO TIME. FOR AZURE. THEY HAD SPAWN, THEY HAD EACH OTHER, THEY COULD DO WHATEVER THEY WANTED (withisn da cult's reasons), NO THREATS. THEY COULD CONQUER ANYTHINGV . ARE YOU FUCKING HEARING THIS SHIT LIKE I FEEL GENUINELY NUMB FROM THINFKING ABOUT IT. ABOUT THEM.

and dont even get me started on the third render. the sacrifice. the ritual. a dagger to their lover's heart, encouraged by the very cult that worshipped everyone's chance at rebirth. it's SICKENING just how tragic two time is. their demeanor and expression in the photo actually pains my heart and by that i do seriously mean that they r giving me irregular heart palpitations.

they seem regretful, almost in a way where theyre repenting even. no inconceivable way that THIS—azure's sacrifice—was spawn's path for the both of them. oh my god. in a field of what i assume to be nightshades (? given azure or two time idk who liked them), azure's body lies there. limp. cold. wounded. betrayed by his partner and best friend. its. Oh My God i cnt

and, given their looks in their milestone 4 renders, THEY CLEARLY SEEM DETACHED WITH HOW THEY FEEL AFTER AZURE. they dgaf anymore, theyre going all out. because what's one more death in the name of spawn? the hardest hurdle had already been crossed. They Got their second life. surely harming(stunning) others, but especially a killer ( within forsaken's case) would be the equivalent of doing the lord's work.

spawn absolutely DESTROYED them. giving them the opportunity to disassociate from reality (although cults do typically tend to do that with its members), confusing their morals and ethics. The Whole Nine Yards. two time has got it all. the render is sad, and by that i mean the implications and just how they present themself in general. (i am assuming) Theyre wearing azure's hat, but its slightly different. altered not so much but enough to where you can think its a separate hat altogether. the picture moving from two time's waist to next to their heart (its not shown but in their milestone 1 skin the photo of azure n them is tucked under their belt) with both of their faces crossed off. Bro

like genuinely, this series of renders has got to be the saddest i have seen come from a roblox game in a long time. the progression of two time's worsening mental health. the loss of their lover BY THEIR OWN HANDS. to the point where theyve disconnected from true reality—of what's normal or not. it fills me with utmost grief. pain. sorrow. its HARROWING, seriously, to actually give tgese renders a little thought . i wanna throw up