#mr silvair fanfic

[lilacxquartz]

in an attempt to teach you;

mr. silvair x f!reader

plot: mr. silvair who found you to be an intellectual curiosity, took it upon himself in teaching you anatomy — themes: heavily suggestive, limited dialogue, mutual pining, everything is consensual here but he’s unsettling lol — a/n: this will be continued in january :) — w.c: 1.6k

ao3 • masterlist • part 2 >

(header by @devotion-disorder, used with permission which inspired the fic :) pls go check out their blog <3)

The ghost apartments were far from being the safest places that you could have ended up in, but it was still early on in your exploration, too. Many uncertainties popped up along the way and ultimately, you somehow found your way back in Mr. Silvair’s care each and every single time.

Your latest ailment left your stomach in pain though, following a particularly nasty tumble in the dark. Thankfully though, Mr. Silvair was quite good at mending you, or at least in giving you a place to recover at your own pace, however, what with how you seemed to be in more distress than usual, his curiosity piqued in a different way this time.

As you curled up on the sofa, you gasped at his sudden arrival, your body flinching ever so slightly at the looming sight. Mr. Silvair then pressed up his calloused palm right against your abdomen without warning (likely to inspect it) but then in doing so, you reacted negatively to the sudden intrusion and as a result, ended up pulling away.

At first, Mr. Silvair simply just looked down at you, his thoughts unclear, and after a long enough silence had passed between the two of you, he finally tilted his head off to the side, seeming almost… confused? He tried again, asking for a word that you didn’t yet understand, maintaining some distance per your quiet request (or at least for now).

“…####?”

You blinked, your face blanking in confusion.

Mr. Silvair, ever determined to pursue any sort of curiosity didn’t waver in his conveyed approach, immediately reaching to pinch at your soft skin and when you reacted negatively—he repeated the word. He did the same to his own flesh—his nose wrinkling up when he did so as if he didn’t like the sensation—repeating the term again and again in that same quizzical tone.

Finally, you got it. He was asking if you were hurting.

“Pain?” he asked once more, the word registering at last.

You slowly nodded, thinking that he would perhaps take a step back and leave you be, but he stayed right where he was. Warily, your gaze followed his curious hands over to your stomach, asking yet even more words that you couldn’t yet comprehend.

What with the language barrier being ever frustrating, Mr. Silvair’s lips curled into a frown due to the lack of understanding alone, but ultimately, his determination didn’t falter, now seeming more motivated than ever before.

“Me,” he pointed at himself, gesturing out words that you already did know, “teach,” he added, his fingers travelling in your direction, “you,” before returning them to settle at his lips, “language?”

You nodded.

“Me, teach you…” Mr. Silvair repeated quicker that time, although allowing his words to trail off as he considered the right approach, gesturing at your general form, “…####?”

The way that he repeated the mystery word over and over left you wondering if he was asking about your general anatomy, with your suspicions were made clear when he repeated the same actions towards his own body—proving that it was just as you had initially thought.

“My… body?” you repeated, swirling a pointed finger around your physique, interpreting that perhaps, he wanted to teach you more words that related to it. Perhaps, his intentions were genuine, since you were actively in pain and maybe, just maybe, he wanted to help you recover. Still though, you held onto some retained suspicion, knowing that Mr. Silvair’s curiosity could either be a good thing or… it could be something else entirely.

Continuing onwards, Mr. Silvair carried on before any of those negative thoughts in your mind had a chance to linger. The last thing he wanted was for you to negatively react to his presence, especially so early on and so, with a flick of his wrist, he pointed towards your head, repeating a set of familiar words as his exploration gradually traveled down your body.

“Eyes? Nose? Lips?” he asked, making sure to ask words that you already knew before tracing a light touch along your neck, the sensation feeling almost tender. “...####?”

“My… neck?” you gulped, feeling your throat swallow beneath his firmly appointed digits that remained pressed against your vulnerable skin. It wasn’t exactly painful, but the pressure was tight enough to make you feel nervous.

“####?” he asked again, smoothing out a brushing touch along your shoulders, feeling a flicker of satisfaction when you understood him the way that he wanted you to.

At this point on, you were beginning to feel almost nervous as his hands kept traveling down, but also… curious. The way his fingers pinched and tugged at what you wore though, was a clear indication that he didn’t like what you had on (perhaps finding it to be an obstacle of some sort) and so you found yourself giving into his silent request. As though to play it as safely as possible, you removed the raincoat you wore, revealing your dress-clad form just beneath—the fabric slightly frayed.

Mr. Silvair’s gaze lingered somewhat, almost clinically, before moving on and repeating a few more familiar words as he swept his touch across what you both already understood between one another. He then lifted his hands ever so slightly, peppering a feather-light dab of his fingertips before tracing a line down your collarbones, feeding you an understanding of that word, before running the pad down to where your cleavage began.

Feeling your breath hitch, you weren’t sure how to respond. Usually, if a man was so brazenly forward with you—you would try to push them away, perhaps even scold them if need be—and yet, you didn’t actually dislike this development (and maybe even enjoyed it). Indeed, there was something… particular… about Mr. Silvair that left you feeling a certain way. Perhaps it was unease, but it was also something different—something intimate.

And then all of a sudden, he leaned in close, allowing for your form to be swallowed up by his looming presence. It seemed that this was technically a process that he built up to, but you were otherwise too overwhelmed and lost in your own thoughts to have ever noticed the progression. Tensing up right away, your breath hitched as he moved in closer, anticipating something—anything—you weren’t quite sure what, to finally happen.

Mr. Silvair’s execution was painstakingly slow as if reading into your body language before finalising his next move. For a moment, you weren’t at all sure what to expect, but then you felt a cold bead of something trickle down your spine as his hands fumbled with something just out of reach, leading you to understand that he dropped the zipper to your dress.

Had you not been in such a stunned silence, you would have done more to cover up your now exposed form—but you didn’t.

You simply sat still and Mr. Silvair simply just… watched, as if assessing his next move.

Taking a moment to appreciate your form, Mr. Silvair broke through the tension by approaching you, helping you shuffle out of the restrictive fabric, reading into the situation, and making sure, that you were at the very least, not opposed in the direction that this whole interaction was headed in. Forcing yourself to remain calm, you didn’t turn him away either as his hands smoothed over your bare breasts next, informing you of yet another word, and when his fingers tweezed around the stiff peaks of your nipples, another word slipped out.

Mr. Silvair then continued along this route, using your accepting silence to move lower and lower, until finally, his touch met at your stomach. He paused momentarily, noticing a deep, slightly raised bruise and for a second, a wave of concern passed through him—causing him to pause in his tracks before continuing onwards as soon as he determined it was okay to do so—wanting for the new-found intimacy between the two of you to last.

You didn’t stop him all the while—not even as his fingertips dipped lower and lower—not even as they pushed into the apex of your inner thighs. No, there was something tender about this shared moment that left you craving more of it.

And feeling as his fingers moved along and stroked along your heated sex, you couldn’t help but reactively curl your fingers into tight fists, almost straining at the implication. Your face quickly grew flushed, squeezing your legs tight much to his confusion, causing him to withdraw ever so slightly.

Mr. Silvair paused, the concern returning. “...Pain?”

However, you shook your head.

“Sad? Happy?” he continued, cycling through a whole range of emotions, trying to determine what was wrong—if anything was wrong at all.

“H-Happy,” you repeated which he seemed to understand, widening his smile as a result.

Mr. Silvair then continued on with confidence, taking hold of your hand that time around, watching as you grew all the more embarrassed from the way he pulled you closer—guiding your hand towards him in a similar way—allowing you to touch where his—his—oh!

Your eyes grew wide as he settled your touch over his length, which was initially soft, watching—feeling with you—as he quickly grew hard.

Mr. Silvair paused, his face adopting a reddish hue as he seemed to finally understand what you meant by feeling ‘happy’, his mind racing with all sorts of new ideas and curiosities alike. However, he stopped himself, choosing to at least conclude the examination, teaching you how to next address your thighs, knees and feet next, before returning to the initial issue at hand—the pain.

And once it was settled—once you were fixed, then perhaps he could explore something different with you next time.

(Something that could make you both feel ‘happy’?)

[bloodblanks]

do homicipher characters experience arousal?

i want to preface this by saying that i am not in any way, shape, or form criticizing other homicipher writers and/or their headcanons. i absolutely adore the work i’ve seen from everyone and am grateful to be able to read it! this is simply my personal thoughts on this topic so i hope it doesn’t come across like i’m trying to demean anyone else’s work.

additional note: i write reader insert so i will be referring to us as the reader rather than mc, but my post should work for both interpretations ^^

this is something i’ve been thinking about a lot since i’m working on some nsfw homicipher headcanons myself. from what i’ve read, a lot of homicipher work headcanon the characters as not really experiencing and/or knowing what arousal is, at least until they meet the reader (which is extremely endearing and flattering, i love the concept, and there’s nothing wrong with it!) but i personally came to the conclusion that homicipher characters do experience arousal, and have experienced it before meeting the reader. however, i believe their perception of arousal differs from ours.

to start, the reason i think they experience arousal to begin with, is because arousal isn’t just an emotional or mental response, but also a physiological function. similar to other physical needs (ie: food, sleep, water)—which i think they also require though that’s for another post—arousal doesn’t necessarily require conscious thought or emotional processes. arousal can be merely a response to touch or certain sensory inputs, something that happens regardless of how we think or feel.

while i think arousal is a natural function for them, i don’t believe they are likely to have had sex with other homicipher characters. the reason for that is also why i say they experience arousal differently—they don’t understand attraction. this is based on both my personal bias of wanting them to ourselves, but also the in game interactions with mr. hood and mr. silvair, where they fail to grasp the concept of ‘liking’ an individual.

since they don’t experience attraction (yet!), i imagine their perception of arousal would be a mechanical or instinctual one; just something their bodies respond to. much like thoughtlessly scratching an itch, they likely address it more as a physical need to take care of, rather than associating it with any deeper desires or having it directed/related to another person.

my silly little reader insert loving self does insist that they feel some sort of attraction towards us, though, which i believe will be a newfound feeling for them that can change how they experience arousal. with them able to feel attraction towards us, their once neutral and unassuming need can become something more intimate, romantic, or even obsessive depending on the character.

tl;dr homicipher characters have always experienced arousal but only as a bodily function, as they don’t understand attraction until meeting and developing interest in the reader, which changes their perception of arousal to something more complex and intimate.

thank you everyone for reading my silly little shower thoughts. i hope this was coherent enough and made sense! (>^ω^<)

feel free to leave any of your thoughts below if you have any comments on this! and feel free to argue with me if you think i’m yapping nonsense... (･･;)

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Treasures We Find Pt. 2

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With a sigh, you entered the shared bedroom to see Mr. Crawling lying on his stomach, manga opened, his feet kicking rhythmically. He was currently flipping through the pages that still exist before stopping at the page with the kiss. 

He really liked that book. 

He had stuffed it onto his kimono and how it never got lost, was a mystery for another time, but he always pulled it out at random times. 

Did he like the drawing perhaps or….? 

Once or twice you found him touching his lips with the pad of his fingers. For some reason you always made a U-turn when you saw him in that mode. 

You shook your head as you flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. With a giggle, Mr. Crawling stuck his head into your view. 

“Sup?” you murmured. 

Mr. Crawling eased down, placing his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed your hand on his head, absently running your fingers through his hair.

You were barely floating between wakefulness and sleep when you felt a soft touch on your lips. 

When you finally peeled your eyes open, you saw Mr. Crawling, snatching his hand back. 

“What doing?” you asked sleepily.  

Mr. Crawling seemed to freeze. 

You came awake a little more then, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

Mr. Crawling ducked his head, his hair further hiding his face. It took you a moment but you were awake now.

Was this boy embarrassed? Was this him being embarrassed? So cute!!

You giggled as you sat up, placing a hand under his chin to tilt his head, “Hey, hey! What’s this?” 

Mr. Crawling pouted, “No laugh.” 

“Try do, me.” You snorted. 

Mr. Crawling pouted deeper before snatching his face away from your hand and sinking down on the bed, turning his back to you. 

You couldn’t help but to laugh once more before flopping down and throwing an arm over his middle, “So cute!” 

“Cute? Me now?” 

You nodded, “Uh-huh!” 

Mr. Crawling turned over on his side so that he could face you. Your giggles were fritzing out as your eyes fluttered close. Barely a beat later, you felt a touch on your cheek making your eyes open. His fingers ran over your cheek back and forth before slowly drifting downwards until the pad of his finger rested on your lips. You felt your lips tremble parting slightly. You heard Mr. Crawling suck in a breath at this. 

How’d did he even know?

Was this all instinctual? Or did that shoujo manga have more scenes he could make out? Or did he take that one scene and run with it? 

“Soft…” Mr. Crawling murmured before reaching up to touch his own, “Also soft.” Then his fingers were back on yours. 

You couldn’t help it, you grasped his wrist and pulled it away from your lips. Sitting up you asked, “Do you know what you are doing right now?” 

Mr. Crawling scrambled upwards, “Sorry! I hurt you! Sorry!!” 

You waved your hands, “Hurt no! I’m fine! It’s fine!” 

Mr. Crawling fairly vibrated with worry, “You angry.” 

“I….no angry.” You looked away from him. 

“Angry.” Mr. Crawling murmured. 

Your emotions were too complicated right now to begin to explain. Why did you like his fingers on your lips like that? He was leading into a kiss and you didn’t even know if he knew that! 

Mr. Crawling pressed against you, “Sorry…I sorry…” 

“Stop.” Your voice was more tired than angry.  

Mr. Crawling’s voice died out but he did not remove himself from being pressed against you. Instead his arms were hanging onto your shoulders for dear life and you could feel his gaze on you, even if you didn't see his eyes. (You still wondered if he had eyes but that's another thing for another time.) 

Why were the last traces of your humanity choosing now to exert itself? And why in this manner? 

You didn’t want to admit since seeing Mr. Crawling become obsessed with that book, you were slowly becoming obsessed with how Mr. Crawling was responding to such a book. 

In other words you had long since come to think about kissing Mr. Crawling. 

But you didn't know if anyone here understood such a concept. 

You almost wanted to tear your hair out but you didn't think that would translate well in Mr. Crawling’s eyes. Thankfully, his arms around your shoulders kept you from doing that anyway. 

You heaved a sigh. 

It wasn’t fair to let Mr. Crawling think you were hurt or that he hurt you or that you were even angry with him. You weren’t. But that meant you had to explain what you had been trying to avoid this entire time. 

You sighed once again. Then you felt before you heard Mr. Crawling whine. 

“Object…” You held out your hand and mimic flipping pages. Mr. Crawling recognized what you were asking for and gave you the torn up shoujo manga. 

Wordlessly you flipped through it. There wasn’t enough material for Mr. Crawling to do anything with except for that kissing panel. Things teased your memory that you could piece together from some of the other torn pages but what Mr. Crawling just did, was all him. 

All based on this one manga panel of kissing. 

With yet another sigh, you pointed to the picture, “You like?” 

Mr. Crawling shook his head vigorously. It was almost like a child who wanted to say anything that got him out of trouble. 

Your mouth quirked as you looked at him in amusement, “You sure? You look lot. You like?” 

Mr. Crawling was doing some variation of hand-wringing and did not know what to say. He didn’t want you to leave him so he opted for silence. 

You must have read something in his fidgeting because you softened your eyes as you reached up to cup his cheek. He consciously leaned his head into your hand, his fingers twitching to hold your wrist, to bury his face closer. 

But he didn’t dare. 

Not now. 

He didn’t understand what was going on with you, but he recognized a fine tightrope when he saw it. 

“Mr. Crawling. I not angry. Not angry. Okay?” 

“Okay….” 

“You understand. I not angry.” 

“Okay.” His voice seemed more convinced that time. 

“Good, now, you like?” You held up the book. 

Even though Mr. Crawling froze, he slowly nodded, “I…like….” 

“Know this?” 

Mr. Crawling lamented when you pulled your hand away from him to point at the picture of the kissing panel. 

“....Not know.”

“But you like?” 

“Like.” 

“Why?”

“....” 

“....” 

“....” 

“....” 

Did you break him? 

Even you weren’t sure what kind of response Mr. Crawling would come up with for this, given the limited vocabulary and knowledge of humanity.  But you know that he was taken with this picture even if he couldn’t understand it himself. 

Other worldly creature or not, he was a man after all. 

“.....Fun...looks….maybe….” 

You finally got a response and amusement flooded you. Perhaps you shouldn’t tease him so, but you couldn’t help it, “Oh-ho? What looks fun?” 

Mr. Crawling had long ducked his head, his long hair shielding his limited gaze, “.....soft….” 

“....Looks soft? What object looks soft?” 

Mr. Crawling looked like he wanted to be under the bed right about now but still he pushed on, determined to answer your questions best he could, “....Lips together soft….” 

“You like lips together?” 

“....ou….” 

You leaned forward, “....Sorry, what speak? Hear not.” 

“.....” 

“.....” 

You shut the book. Perhaps it was time to let this go. You were worried Mr. Crawling might disappear on you, so small he seemed to be buried into himself, “Worry not. It’s fine. Think not. Okay?” 

Mr. Crawling shook his head vigorously, “No! No!” His gaze shot up towards you and you swore he was doing the equivalent of blushing at the moment as he waved his arms. He kept repeating no as if he had more to say but unable to articulate it. 

You were getting concerned now. 

You let the book drop from your fingers as you reached out and grabbed his arms. Sliding your hands down them, you ended up interlocking your hands with his, “Calm down, Mr. Crawling. It’s fine. Sorry. I lot ask. You not need speak. I not speak.”

Mr. Crawling shook his head again, his hair flying even as his hands gripped yours a bit more, “I….I…..you…..” 

“.....Something speak, yes? Slow. It’s fine, yes?” 

“Lips together I like. You and me lips….soft maybe….” It came out in a rushed breath that faded towards the end. 

You blinked and blinked again. Was he? 

You went to absently pull your hands away and Mr. Crawling took it as a negative. Shaking his head he gave a whine, “Sorry…I sorry…Sorry….” 

Your eyes widened, “No, sorry not. It’s fine. We are fine.” You had to almost snatch one hand away. It had Mr. Crawling panicking if not for the fact that you started petting his head. Once he realized that you had removed your hand to do that, his breathing started to calm down. 

It's just that his words were too important to be misunderstood.

But you just sat and patted him for a while so that both of you could calm down. 

“Mr. Crawling….” 

“Mmm.” 

“We understand must, yes?” You stopped petting him to cup his chin, tilting his gaze to yours, “You like lips together, yes?” 

“.....Yes….” 

“You and me, lips together. Think good, yes?” 

“Yes, soft.” 

“Think lot, you and me lips together?” 

“Object show. I think.” 

You allowed your mouth to quirk, “Is that right?” You couldn’t help but to be curious so you used the pad of your thumb to reach up to gently touch his lips. Strangely despite not being human, his lips did feel soft to the touch. 

Mr. Crawling sucked in a breath. He couldn't understand why it felt so nice or why he wanted you to do it again. 

“Not like? Sorry.” You realized what you just did pulling your thumb back. 

“I LIKE!! DO! DO!” 

You blinked. 

Couldn't get more emphatically than that. 

So you replaced your thumb back on his lips running over them. You felt Mr. Crawling sigh at the sensation. 

He whined when you dropped your hand from his chin, “Lips together, Kiss. Understand?” 

“...is…” Mr. Crawling pushed out part of the unfamiliar word. 

“Kiss…lips together. Object show kiss.” 

“Ki-kiss!! Heheehehe!!” 

You chuckled, “Yes, very good. Kiss. You know?” 

“I not know. You teach.” 

Your eyes widened.

Wait, did he want you to teach him to kiss or teach him about the concept of kissing? You felt yourself heat up again. You pulled your other hand that was still entangled in his away to slap both of your hands over your face. 

Why were you so embarrassed? 

“Hurt!?! Angry!?!” 

You shook your head, still buried in your hands, “No! No! …..Surprised!”

Yea, let's go with that. Close enough. 

You felt Mr. Crawling simmer down, “Why?” 

“Speak hard.” You raised your head. There was no hiding from this now, “Kiss together being you like. Only being you like. No other being.” 

“I like you.” 

“You like others, yes?” 

“Hm, yes. Friends like.” 

“Different like.” 

“.....” 

You lost him, “Kiss being like lots, lots, lots!!” You waved your hands vigorously, “Only being you like lots, lots, lots. Only being. Understand.” You flipped open the book, “Book show. Man…” You pointed to the male and then the female, “Woman. Beings like only lots, lots, lots. Kiss. Man, woman no kiss others.” 

“...Body soft….” 

Excuse me? 

You lowered the book. Where did Mr. Crawling mind go? You watch his head look at the picture before looking at you. He pointed to the woman then at you, “....body soft….” 

You slapped your face into your hands. 

“.....Surprised?” 

“Yes, right. Surprised....” You finally pulled your head from your hands. 

“I like you! Only you! Lots, lots, lots. You soft, I touch. Object show. Lips soft maybe. You and me like. You like me? We kiss, maybe?” He tilted his head cutely. 

“Want to kiss?” You asked lifting your head from your hands. 

Mr. Crawling gave a slow nod. 

You pointed at yourself, “Kiss me?” 

Nod. 

You pointed at yourself twice, “Only me?”

Nod. Nod. 

“No other being?” 

Shake, shake, shaaaaake!! “Only you. No other being. I like you lots lots lots! You and me together forever. Kiss, maybe.” 

Something flashed in your mind. White fabric, flowers, words forever and a kiss? It was gone quickly before you could examine it. You flopped back onto your back.

Mr. Crawling shuffled until his head was in view, “....Hurt? Surprised?”

You shook your head, “No hurt. Surprised, yes.” After a bit you rubbed your lips once, “My lips soft, maybe?” 

Mr. Crawling took it as an invitation that you intended and reached down to run the pad of his fingers over your lips, “Soft…soft….I like.” Then he touched his own lips. He kept alternating between the two. 

You laid still beneath him, even when he finally shifted slowly lining your faces together, “I kiss.” 

You could only nod. 

Slowly he lowered his face until his lips hovered over yours. You could feel his breath and shifted once. 

“Dislike?” Mr. Crawling pulled back. 

“No. I like.” You couldn’t help but squirm a bit though. 

You felt Mr. Crawling’s observations above you, even as your eyes continually shifted around. 

“Surprised?” He finally inquired. 

“....Hm, surprised.” 

“Good surprise?” 

“Hm, good surprise.” 

Then his hand came up and cupped your chin, stilling your movements. Your breath caught. He had to have an instinct because all of this was not in that manga! And if it was, it was long degraded so it was moot point. 

His thumb moved over your chin, “Like?”   

“Like.” 

Then he was lowering his head, his lips inches from his. Unconsciously, you pushed yourself upwards just the barest breath, making your lips tickle across each other. Mr. Crawling pulled back once, in surprise but didn’t let go of your chin.

He tilted his head before lowering it again, this time, barely touching your lips together. Your eyes fluttered, before closing. He held himself there before pulling back. You heard some kind of humming sound from him as if he was thinking before he lowered his lips back down, pressing together. Then he pulled back again. 

You opened your eyes to see him touching his own lips before touching yours, “Soft….”  

Then he leaned down, and you watched through hooded eyes as he tilted his head slightly before lowering his lips on yours. You angled your head for a better kiss. This must have done something because you felt a rumble sound from Mr. Crawling. Especially when you moved your lips slightly with his over yours. 

Surprised, Mr. Crawling pulled back, both hands coming up to his cheeks. 

Then….

“Heheehehe!!” 

He practically fell on top of you in his exuberance, hugging you, “I like!! I like lots!! You Me kiss! I like lots lots lots!” 

You were a bit winded at his full weight on top of you but you giggled, “I happy, you do. I like lots lots lots.” 

You might have ruined this boy in the days to come with the concept of a kiss. Mr. Crawling seemed to crave it quite a bit. Sometimes during downtime, you and Mr. Crawling would spend a lot of time kissing. You had gotten a bit bolder, teaching him a bit more of what felt good in the kissing realm. 

You taught him that you could kiss other places. Mr. Crawling liked forehead kisses, giving or receiving. He would give that adorable creepy giggle when you kissed his cheek. That was about as far as you were willing to go in teaching him other places to kiss at the moment. 

Seeing his chest peaking out, made your mind wander now that Mr. Crawling had opened the can of worms that was kissing. Maybe one day you’d work up to that. 

But for now, this was another treasure that you gained that you cherish. 

FIN.

[c4kesuz]

I'm seriously struggling if I should make a fanfic about them (THEY'RE SO HOT HELLO??? PLS GIVE ME SOME IDEAS)

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Just discovered Homicipher.

I'm obsessed dammit.

Adding the fandom to the commission and ask box because of course I'm hyper fixated now..

[hollyburd]

- "позволь мне изучить тебя, человек~"

И так мои любимые!

трубите в трубы и стучите в барабаны, ахаха)) я наконец сделала этот арт, (наверное он самый любимый для меня из этого цикла ахах)

Я решила скинуть сюда.. 2 версии, с цензурой и без, чтобы великий тамблер меня не отшлепал👉👈👀

И господи, спасибо вам всем и каждому за активности в моем аккаунте! Вы делаете меня счастливее🖤

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

- "let me study you, human~"

And so are my favorites!

blow the trumpets and bang the drums, ahaha)) I finally made this art, (it's probably the most favorite for me from this cycle ahah)

I decided to drop it here.. 2 versions, with and without censorship, so that the great tumbler doesn't spank me

👉👈👀

And God, thank you all and everyone for the activity in my account! You make me happier🖤

🔥♥️🧨версия без цензуры здесь!/The uncensored version is here️🧨♥️🔥

[rin-hayata]

Homicipher chatfic

For @soupyevilincarnate

Do not take it srs. Lmao

[puppeat123]

Homicipher

Mr.Scarletella x GN reader

Wrong locker

Part 4

Warning Mention of: Slightly suggestive content! It’s implied not outright stated, Stalking, drinking alcohol, creepy behavior

Recap from the last chapter - You both resided on different sides of the city. It's pouring too much. You made the decision to thug it out. White Day was just around the corner. “You are not okay. Do you want help?” What else is absent from your home? Before you departed, did you leave your sweater there? You were accomplishing a lot before you went, who knew! What else may disappear? Did your carpet have that red thread? You don't have many red outfits besides two shirts and perhaps a pair of shoes or two bottoms. You sense that something is wrong, but you're not sure what it is—perhaps it's simply been a hectic week! Perhaps you also failed to notice the piercing crimson eyes that were looking at you through your somewhat cracked open window.

Italic text = flashback

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What else may disappear? Did your carpet have that red thread? You don't have many red outfits besides two shirts and perhaps a pair of shoes or two bottoms. You sense that something is wrong, but you're not sure what it is—perhaps it's simply been a hectic week! Perhaps you also failed to notice the piercing crimson eyes that were looking at you through your somewhat cracked open window.

Following your every move with such intent and wonder.

His red eyes looked almost black due to the way his pupils expanded at just the sight of you. A warm tingle went from his head down through his spine. Making every fiber of his being yearn to get closer. Although it was a simple and messy home outfit in his eyes, you couldn't look any better.

The smell of you lingering on your recently thrown-away clothes, especially in your undergarments. mixed with your scent and watching you move around and do everyday tasks, deepening the pit of desire from his entire body. His wants winning the best of him, taking him slowly, pulling him into an almost religious experience, allowing himself to bask not only upon your scent but simply watching you.

His breath grew unsteady with each passing minute.

You are his muse.

The apple of his eye.

You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet.

He gasped for air as if it was his first time breathing, holding your clothes over his face, not allowing any sound to escape him. He wants nothing more than for you to occupy his mind in such a high. His head spins in a fuzzy haze, mind, and body wanting nothing more than his very reason for breathing.

You.

Me desire you.

You like me. Me l̴̺̿i̵̞͆́k̷̪͂̐e̸̘̿̌ you.

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You jam out to your favorite songs while getting your home together. Although yes, the apartment was old, and a lot of the stuff was broken, like the cooling system, it is still a home.

White Day was so close around the corner now, 3 days left.

What will you do if Mr. Crawling does confess? You love him so much, but he was your friend, nothing more, as the men in red stated.

Although the man in red himself wasn't too bad. He was tall, with dark, pretty, tired eyes, and very kind even after the way you treated him after the incident with Mr. Crawling by the lockers during the weekday. He got you your favorite drink as well. His hair framed his face nicely enough to see at least one eye at all times. He seemed to be smart as well, being in the student council team helping organize events and school trips.

He had pretty broad shoulders as well. He seemed to be well-built under his shirt and jacket.

The silent type can be so hot and mysterious!

Now you're stuck, what if they both like you?? What will be your response? You are just a normal person so that might not happen.

You took some time to also stretch mobility is important you know! Makes it easier to get comfy to in a weird position while going to sleep.

Today was a productive enough day, but what would make it better would be getting some takeout, maybe some pizza, Chinese food, or Olive Garden.

Chinese food was the closest to the apartment, as was the lady, who was always so sweet, plus she had a lot of things besides food. It was like a mini gas station.

You put on some pants and slip on a hoodie and jacket to stay warm from the cold rain. Some lip balm so your lips don’t get chapped from the cold weather.

You make sure to have your phone in your pocket, house keys, and wallet.

You quickly walk to the store. At the store, you bump into none other than the red man. Mr. Scarletella.

"Oh hey, I didn't know you came here."

You stated you are now getting a bit more comfortable with starting a conversation with the man. He seemed to be caught off guard by your presence at the small store.

"Hello Y/N, yes, I like to come here often to do more grocery shopping from time to time. What about you? What did you come to buy?"

You were basically standing in front of him with how small the shop was. You walked up to the counter near the menu.

"I'm just here for some takeout. It's been a long day, but I'm pretty happy, but what about you? What did you come here today for?"

How your eyes shined and how nice you looked made his heart flutter. He must stay composed.

"I am here to grab a couple of items for my fridge."

Not true. You always here after teird day. Me want you.

“Would you like some drinks on me for the takeout?”

“That would be nice! If you want, we can share takeout at my place!”

He leaned in closer to you. 

“That would be nice.”

You paid for the food. He paid for the drinks while helping you carry the food on your way back home. 

He took off his coat and left it on the hooks near the living room. 

“I see you came well prepared this time around.”

“Yup.”

You said you were kind of embarrassed about the whole situation.

You troubled. Not hurt. You like me.

It felt like all his attention was on you and only you, nothing more. You could feel him gaze on you at all times. 

You entered your apartment happy that you cleaned it earlier. 

You grabbed some plates and started sharing the food with him while he placed the cold beverages on the table. 

"Here is your plate, and this is mine." You placed his plate on the table and sat down next to him. 

"Thanks again for the drinks; that was really sweet of you."

He smiled a bit. "It's all good! It's always nice to drink after a long day."

He held out his bottle of sake as if waiting for something. You clinked your beer against his drink before you both started drinking. 

You ended up watching some reality TV with him while eating. It made it easier to sit in silence or talk through each bite. Once you both finished up, you took your plate and were about to take his to the sink before he gently stopped you by holding your wrist. 

"It's okay, I got it. Just show me where the kitchen is."

"No, no, you're okay. You're a guest in my house; you're all good."

He shook his head.

"No, you already bought the food, which costs more than the drinks. Let me help you clean up."

You thought about it for a bit; if he really wanted to help, he could, plus he offered to do so, so that wouldn't make you a bad host. You let go of his plate and allow him to take it. 

"Alright, the sink is right there."

You point past him, and he turns his head, looking at where you are pointing. Once he sees the sink, he nods, grabbing your plate and utensils along with his and making his way to the sink.

You grab the empty bottles and throw them away in the trash. 

Mr. Scarlettela rolled up his black sleeves to his forearms before turning on the water and starting to wash the dishes. 

He was very kind, or could it be he was still trying to show he was a good person?

“..' I will show you.'

He walked away.

He has done a lot so far, even out of that context, though. He could have let you struggle in the rain after being so stupid and running away like that from Mr. Crawling. He helped, though, as well as the current interaction offering to clean the plates and buy drinks.

"So what do you do outside of school? Because I know you must be busy being a student council."

He finished up washing the dishes.

"I like to read in my spare time. How about yourself?"

He started drying off his hands on the cloth that was on the side of the sink. 

"That's cool; me too!" 

Once he was done, he turned around to you with his sleeves still rolled up. 

"That's awesome! What kind of books do you read?" 

You froze in place; you can't tell the truth!

"Um, I like fictional and fantasy books." 

"Oh wow, that's really nice, too. What are your favorite series?"

"I like Crave by Tracy Wolff, or Legends & Lattes by, I believe, Travis Baldree is pretty good."

You're pretty sure those books were tame; it has been a long while, so you really don't remember. 

"Ahh, a romance novel enjoyer, I see! I too enjoy them; I really like Legends & Lattes. I haven't read Crave, but I'll check it out sometime!" 

The way you want the earth to swallow you whole at the moment was too real. 

You cracked open another beer and quickly got to sipping, hoping he would stop asking questions. 

You were low-key getting a bit tipsy, but what did you expect chugging down that much beer??

“Oh man, it’s already nighttime? But you live here; will you be good going home?” 

“Yes, I will be okay! Before I go, could I perhaps use your restroom really quickly?”

“Yeah, it’s down that hall next to the room.”

“Alright, thank you!”

You walked to your living room and continued watching the K-drama on screen, waiting for him to finish up.

After a while you started to wonder if he was okay or if he fell down the toilet because he was taking a long time.

While that exact thought came to mind, you heard his voice from behind you.

“Pretty good show. What’s the name of it again?”

You quickly twisted your neck to him.

“I thought you were still in the bathroom.”

“No, I finished a while ago but got caught up in the show.”

So he was there the whole time in silence, watching the show??

“Anyways, It is getting quite late; I better start going home. Thank you so much for inviting me over!” 

You put your drink down and got up. 

“Yuh, not a problem; it’s all good. Make sure you have your things!”

You stated as you walked him to the door of your apartment. 

“I think I have everything I feel like I’m missing something, but I’m not sure what. I have my keys, my wallet, and my jacket. It’s fine; let me know if you find anything of mine here!”

You open the door wide for him to leave.

“Alright, well, it was nice having you over as well. You have a good night!”

He walked out the door waving bye to you.

“Good night!”

You waved back before closing the door.

You turned off your TV and made sure all the lights were off. 

You walked to your bathroom and brushed your teeth before heading to bed and sleeping off the slight drunk.

-~*•🌙✨•*’z

His hands trembled over the empty tin can.

Fingers grazing over the opening before pressing his lips against the opening where your lips once were, leaving leftover lip balm. 

The best part of it all was he was able to hold your wrist! 

Today has been a good day, his mind clouding once again; however, he wouldn’t let his ends loose. He needs to make sure he was the only person who you’d say yes to during White Day. 

It was now in 2 days.

2 days is a lot of work to do a lot of preparation—only the best for his darling.

….

Zzzzzzzz

..☀️☁️

You woke up to your alarm blaring today; it was another day of school. You were pretty excited about it because White Day is coming up, and who doesn’t love White Day! Just two more days!

You got up, took a shower, brushed your teeth, and gathered all your items for school before walking out of the house.

The school gave out free food, and you’re already paying a lot of money to attend that college, so you’re going to make sure to take advantage of that!

The food might be alright, but it is still where your money is going towards! 

You step out the door before you get pushed to the floor, knocking the air out of you.

You then feel someone also land on top of you almost immediately after. 

Your vision went a little dark, but you quickly caught your breath. It honestly felt like the Minecraft scene when you take damage. 

The day is just starting, and you're already dealing with bullshit. Come on now. 

“Oh my god!I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Mr. Sacrletella. 

He quickly pulled himself off you and stood on his feet, reaching out a hand to help you up. You sat up slowly, low-key throwing him a dirty look.

“Are you okay?? I’m so sorry my alarm didn’t go off. I was supposed to have a meeting today!”

You reached out for his hand and took it. He pulled you up with ease. 

He looked at your head to make sure it was all okay. 

“I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry, here I can call us a ride to the school so we don’t both run late because of me.”

“Sounds like a fair offer.”

You both sat in silence waiting for the ride to arrive at the apartment. 

"So what time do your classes start?" 

"At around 10:30" 

"Oh, that's not bad at all!" 

"Yup."

Now you were going to miss the nasty food from the cafeteria that your money is paying for. 

"Did you eat breakfast yet?"

You shook your head, wanting to tell him you missed it because of this stupid bump in. 

His shoulders fell more, seeing almost as a look of defeat. 

"I'm really sorry. Let me buy you breakfast as an apology for everything."

"You don't have to do that, you know?" 

You were hoping he would insist because you were hungry and not trying to be greedy. 

"No, no, really, let me get you something to eat."

Always love some free food.

You hummed, and before you could start your sentence, the car pulled up. 

“Our ride is here; let’s go.”

You nodded, getting up and following. Mr. Scarletella

He opened the door for you to come into the car and closed it behind you.

You buckle up your seatbelt, and Mr. Scarletella hops into the car as well, putting on his seatbelt.

The drive was silent for a bit; the driver was an older woman. Her rugged voice broke the silence.

“So are you two a couple?”

You are confused and astonished by the question, before looking to the side where Mr. Scarletella was only to see him facing away from you.

“Uhm, no, we are not. I’m not sure if he does have a girlfriend, though!”

The old lady chuckled a little.

“I’m just asking; I thought you two were a couple!”

After having been in silence for so long, Mr. Scarletella took a glimpse of you to see your reaction, which was nothing more than confusion and nervous body language.

The rest of the ride to school was spent in silence. Nothing else but pure silence and embarrassment throughout it all.

You thanked the driver kindly before leaving the car and arriving at school.

Your stomach was starting to growl from hunger, so you looked over to Mr. Scarletella, who was right next to you, looking around the school entrance while the car pulled away.

"I promised you food." He looked down towards you smiling.

"Plus, I wouldn’t want to have you distracted by a grumbling stomach all class!"

You look away in shame and sadness at the comment, cheeks warming up a bit while he just chuckled to himself. 

"What would you like? Just let me know because I am hungry myself."

"I really like (fav food) from (fav fast food). We could possibly get something from there. I'm unsure if you like them."

"Oh, that's my favorite place as well!"

Me not known.

"Oh nice, let's go then before we need to get to class and you need to get to your meeting."

You both rushed to get there and ordered quickly. 

"Thank you so much for the food. Once again, you really didn't have to buy it for me."

That’s so sweet! He didn’t have to buy you food as you stated before, but you were happy and grateful that he did either way.

"It was no problem. Truly, I am very sorry for everything today. I hope you can forgive me."

"No, truly, it's okay. I really do appreciate the food very much, but you must get going; you have a meeting to be in, and I have a class I need to get to!"

He perked up almost as though he forgot even after the first reminder. 

"Yes, you are right, YN. I will see you around then!" 

"See ya!" You rushed to class as fast as you could, almost in a running manner.

"No running in the hallways!" He winked, chuckling at his own joke. 

You faked a laugh a bit before continuing on your merry way.

You rushed to class and made it before the teacher arrived so that you could get settled in. 

You sat next to Mr. Crawling and Mr. Chopped in class. He looks upset until he saw you walk through the door, causing him to smile and wave at you. 

You quickly sat down at your desk before you got bombarded by questions from both.

“What happened?"

"Are you okay?"

"Why are you late?”

You know Mr. Crawling doesn’t like Mr. Scarletella, so what could you say? But you can’t lie to your friend either! What to do? Hard choices in all reality, but you also don't want him to worry and think you don't trust his better judgment; a white lie will do. It's not really lying but just omitting certain facts.

"There was a bit of an incident, so I was running late for school."

Mr. Chopped seemed satisfied while Mr. Crawling seemed unsatisfied with that answer but took it nonetheless. 

Mr. Chopped had his hair braided with little clips here and there so his hair wasn't in the way but still looked cute.

"Well, thankfully it was nothing serious, and you are here in one piece!" 

Mr. Chopped stated while starting going on about what he did with Mr. Silver yesterday and how science class was really difficult. You turned over, nodded, and smiled. Mr. Chopped was really a talkative person, but you didn’t mind listening to his long discussion sessions about nothing sometimes.

In all honesty, you were glad he started talking because you did not know how to explain that you were basically hanging out in a car with the guy that Mr. Crawling absolutely does not want you to be around because he is dangerous. You knew Mr. Crawling would not like it whatsoever and would ask more questions, maybe even start following you to make sure you were okay.

In the middle of Mr. Chops's conversation, the teacher walks into the classroom surprisingly late; the class has now started. 

Time skip—

Once class was over, all three of you walked around to the yard; you still had your bag of food ready to eat. Yes, you took small bites of it throughout class, but you can’t just eat a full meal in class!

You settled down at a small circular table big enough for 3-4 people. So all 3 of you were facing each other; you can see behind them, but they couldn’t and vice versa. The boys pulled their food and started eating and joking and laughing and gossiping until their smiles faltered a bit, and then their smiles slowly turned into something different, each while staring behind you. 

Mr. Chopped seemed confused but relaxed, while Mr. Crawling seemed upset and worried. 

You sighed. Your suspicion was confirmed; they say Mr. Scarletella is approaching you all. Ironically, even though people were scared of him, he was still really popular with the girls and people who like boys. That was very confusing because the crowd was a mix of trying to talk to him and trying to get away from him. 

“Hello YN, Mr. Crawling, and Mr. Chopped. Do you mind if I sit with y'all?”

You shrugged; Mr. Chopped shook his head no, moving to the side so he could sit. While Mr. Crawling told him no.

To Mr. Crawling's dismay, Mr. Scarletella sat down at the table right between you and Mr. Chopped. 

Mr. Crawling sat even closer to you at the table, and so did Mr. Scarletella. 

You feel like you're in the middle of something between the two; you were basically shoulder to shoulder with them. 

This is some middle school drama-looking situation.

“So what made YOU want to sit HERE?”

Mr. Crawling grabbed your arm that was resting on your side before he grabbed onto it and leaned against you while Mr. Scarletella placed his hand over yours, pulling it to his lap. 

They kept fighting over who was sitting here and all other types of petty stuff. You felt like a rope in a tug of war over whatever they were arguing about, something you couldn’t understand. 

This felt like a shojo manga type of shit, like what!

You pull your arms away from them, which made both of them become silent. You stood up and walked towards Mr. Chopped and sat next to him. 

Both of them looked shocked and confused but then redirected that into anger towards each other. You looked at Mr. Chopped, who looked back at you.

“So, hm, you like grapes?”

He pushed his plate over to you, which you took like 2, so it wasn’t rude. 

You both stared in amusement at the fight between the two.

They both said something that they seemed to both agree on. This, however, prompted Mr. Chopped to start giggling and poking you. 

You in fact did not know what they were saying; you were cooked. You know you heard your name in there but not enough to know what is going on. What a shame.

Mr. Scarletella got up and walked over to you.

“Hey, I don’t think I got you a drink with the food. Want to go get you one?”

You shrugged your shoulders; you didn’t need a drink; it would be nice, though. 

“Hey YN, I actually brought you a drink here. I know it’s your favorite!”

Mr. Crawling pulled the can/pouch from his bag, holding it over towards you. 

“That’s warm, though I’m sure they would prefer a cold drink, isn’t that right?”

Mr. Scarletella stood over behind you while Mr. Crawling glared daggers at him. 

“I don’t really mind, but also I don’t want food to go to waste.”

You don’t know whether to go for the cold drink or the warm one that Mr. Crawling brought for you with much love. It was kind of chilly, so you decided to decline the cold beverage from Mr. Scarletella. 

“I think I’m good with this that Mr. Crawling has, plus you already did buy me food, and I don’t want you to be inconvenienced by that. I appreciate it, though!”

Mr. Crawling gave him a small, sly smirk while Mr. Scarletella hummed, glaring at him. Mr. Scarletella placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t inconvenience me with anything; I'm just trying to ensure you are eating well." 

"Thank you. I appreciate your concern as well as the fact that you got me this other food. Let's just all enjoy the food." 

You patted the seat next to you for him to sit rather than stand. He sat between you and Mr. Crawling; Mr. Crawling did not like it, but he did not protest your choices.

Lunch over~~

You waved them goodbye as they headed different ways to class, except Mr. Scarletella, 

"So you have a class upstairs as well?" 

You asked him if he seemed flustered by the fact you saw him going the same direction. 

"Yes, I do."

"So how did your meeting go? I know you said you were late to it this morning."

"Yes, my meeting went very well and was a great success. I managed to convince them to make a spring festival for the whole school."

"Ooh, that's pretty cool. Let me know how that goes and what stuff you will have, because it sounds fun! Well, this is my class right here. I'll see you in a bit."

"Will do! See you in a bit!"

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This was a free period for him as well; the student council tended to have meetings during this time. It wasn't a required meeting, so he decided to skip it. He tried to not make any sound, but it was hard not to using the hand that held yours. The privilege that he had to hold your hand out of all people. The air feeling short from his lungs with his other hand covering his mouth. His heart racing, nothing but mumbling your name as if you were a god to pray to. 

He continued with only you in mind.

~~~~

After 2 other classes and a boring lecture, you were free! You had nothing to do after school today, so you went to visit Mr. Crawling. He was part of the baking club, and he was really good at it too. You make your way over to the club room and see Mr.crawling working on some cookies it seems. He was so focused on placing the frosting on them he didn’t notice you standing in front of him.

“Hey, Mr. Crawling, what are you doing there?”

He flinched a little before quickly lifting his head up to see you. 

“Oh hey!”

He smiled at you before looking back down at the cookies he was decorating.

“I’m making some cookies. They have club day coming up soon, so here I am trying to see what cookies would look better. What do you think?”

He stepped to the side, letting you have a close look at all the designs he made. There were cookies that were decorated to look like a strawberry cake, others that were plain chocolate chip cookies, and others that just said, “Join the baking club!” On a plain background. 

They all look pretty cute, some simple, others very complex, but if they had to make many of them, the plain ones seemed to be the best choice. 

“Why don’t you do the plain cookies, and the bags you put them in when handing them out can have the baking club's logo on it?”

He thought about it for a second and nodded. 

“Yeah, that would be way easier but still pushing the club's name!”

You nodded, although you doubted he hadn’t thought about that yet; maybe he just wanted to make sure to leave a good impression. 

“Do you want one of them?”

He asked, pushing the finished cookies towards you; they were too pretty to eat! But Mr. Crawling's cooking is also so amazing that you can’t decline. Last time you did decline, he was hurt, thinking you disliked his cooking. He took pride in his cooking skills.

“I’ll take this one right here, thank you so much!”

You grabbed the cookie and took a bite out of it; you could see him perk up with pride in his work.

“Where is Mr. Chopped? He is usually here with you, isn’t he?”

Mr. Crawling shrugged.

“I’m not sure; maybe he is with Mr. Silvair! He said he wasn’t doing very well in science.

“Ahh, okay, thank you. Well, I will stop disturbing you and let you work in peace. Thank you again for the cookie; they are delicious as always! I will be back for more!”

You waved your hand at him while you started making your way out the door.

“Thank you! See you in a bit!”

You walked off on your way to find Mr. Silvair; you passed the nurse's office, where he usually was. He wasn’t there, so he must be in the biology room. You walked past the library and the similar redhead holding a book, sitting alone.

You peeked through the door slightly. Mr. Scarletella flinched a little but quickly turned over to see you.

“Hey, what are you doing here alone?”

He almost seemed embarrassed; he cleared his throat before he spoke up.

“Well, I am the president of the reading club, so I like to go over books and see what we should read next.”

You hummed in understanding. 

“That’s nice. I didn’t know we had that as a club.

He looked at you. 

“Yeah, we are a small, close club. You should come by sometime and join us for a book review.”

“Yeah, I should, so what are you reading?”

You pulled a chair nearby and sat next to him. He was a little taken aback by this action and quickly grabbed the book. 

“So I’m reading Crier's War, and it is a beautiful story so far. The book starts with humans making AI, but over time the AI that become human are called automae because they become sentient. These robots were made to be the perfect human beings. They then take over the humans, which starts their empire. It really is going over what your character says about you and being human. They talk about the corruption within. I love it so far, and I think my club will love this book.”

(This is an actual book, by the way, and it’s fire. It is a queer fiction book if you're into it or aren't into it.

You nodded; it did sound pretty cool. The duality and what makes someone truly human: is it their actions, or is it the fact that they are physically human?

“I will come by for your next book meeting, then let me know what day it is so I can be ready!”

He pulled a book out from his bag and handed it to you.

“This is the book we are reading. If you want, we can go over it and read it at your place.”

You took the book and nodded.

“Welp, I’ll see you around then!”

You got up and walked away to continue looking for Mr. Chopped! 

You made your merry way up to the 3rd floor to go to the biology lab.

You found him!

Mr. Chopped with Mr. Silvair, they seem to become friends. You knocked and walked right in. Mr.Silvair was the same age as you all he was a teachers assistant who took over cause he was just too good at what he dose.

So they get straight into biology lessons. How unfortunate or maybe fortunate?

Time skip is boring~~~~~

The sun was setting. 

You walk past the library once again and still see Mr. Scarletella in there. What was he still doing here??You walk into the library and make your way to him. 

“Hey, you okay? What are you still doing here?”

Now that you got closer, you could see he was falling asleep. He had a lot of paper on the table mixed with books. 

His head was in his arms; you did not notice until now, but his nails were painted red as well. Red seemed to be his favorite color, and it really did suit him well. You noticed deep eye bags under his eyes, suggesting he hasn't been sleeping well. You gently tapped his shoulder, which seemed to catch his attention. It was for sure time for him to go home. 

“You okay? Let’s get your stuff together so you can get sleep at home.”

You started grabbing papers, some more scribbled on than others, and had a list that seemed to be like a plan of sorts while you were gathering them together. You glanced at one paper, and it had your name on it. You tried to read a little bit of it. Mr. Scarletta snatched the papers from your hand quickly before you could get a better look. 

“It’s okay; I got it!”

He scrambled to get his items, shoving them into his bag.

“Alright, if you say so."

You awkwardly stepped away and watched him put all his belongings in his bag. 

"So, are you sure you don't need help? That's a lot of papers."

He shook his head, waving his hand, showing he's all good. Once he was done, he got up and pushed his chair in. 

"Okay, I am ready."

You nodded, feeling bad about not helping him while he seemed off or maybe just tired. So you made your way out of the library and down the stairs to get to the first floor; you peeked into the baking club room and couldn't find any signs of Mr. Crawling being there anymore. 

"What are you looking for?"

"Mr. Crawling, I saw him here earlier before I went to look for Mr. Chopped. He might have gone home already."

You pulled out your phone while walking to the exit of the school and quickly texted Mr. Crawling asking if he was home before putting your phone away. 

You didn't notice how the red eyes followed your every move and got a glimpse of other text messages shared between the two of you. 

"So you and Mr. Crawling are close?" 

You were surprised by that comment, so you just shrugged.

"I mean, he has helped me a lot, especially with getting used to the school when I first came here. I remember I was so lost and confused."

He nodded in understanding.

"Have you had an easy time adapting to the school then?"

"Yes, all thanks to him!"

"I'm glad to hear it was easy to adapt to the school environment."

You continued walking towards the apartment complex in silence.

You got there, and it was already very dark by the time you got home. 

The building was huge and had around 12 floors. You were lucky to get a bottom floor, but due to its age, there was no elevator in the building, so it would be a lengthy walk from here. Mr. Scarlettela was so sleepy that it seemed like he wasn't going to make it to the top floors. You have eaten with him before and got tipsy, and he didn't do anything. He was also really nice to other students and never got in trouble. He could take the guest's room that way, so he doesn't have to walk all 12 steps, and he looked so tired. 

"Hey Mr. Scarletella, what apartment do you live at?"

"on the 12th floor"

"You look tired. I have a guest room because it is a long way up there to your apartment." 

"It is okay; I can make it up there." He said between yawns.

You chuckled a little.

"No, it's okay. Come on, you can stay here. Come in; let me show you the room."

You took him to the guest room and let him get comfortable, only for him to fall asleep immediately after touching the bed. 

You closed his room and went into your room and made sure to lock your door before changing and going to sleep.

It should be okay to let him stay the night, right? He was a friend and never did anything weird to you so far; he was always kind, so it was okay!

Surely it was okay.

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Also, he was jerking off in the window part as well as when he was in the bathroom after not going to the meeting. I am unsure if it wasn't clear, but I just want you all to know. I would rather you know than continue, because then it will get weirder.

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[tipsyon-tea]

Well, it's no Broken Colours, but Homicipher has taken up residence in my prefrontal and its inhabitants are demanding release.

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The ringing of a phone startles her from the stupor. Loud and abrasive, like a jittery metal bar. She hates the sound. Hates the sound so much. It echoes at the back of her eyes, dragging her into thoughts of endless ruined mornings, and her hand shoots out to knock the handle off its perch.

She meant to grab it, used to nimble fingers that would manage such a task. When she cracks an eye open she sees her hand is mottled. The ends dark and stiff, skin like tar beneath the nails. All she's managed to do is knock the top part of the device onto the ground, but at least it makes the wretched sound stop. 

The crackling voice that emerges in its place is barely loud enough to hear. She strains her ears. Willing herself to listen through a head full of cotton, since more than anything else in the world right now, she knows it never rings twice.

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• IWTV

• BG3

• Homicipher

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one umbrella cover two [mr. scarletella x reader] — chapter vii.

Your interactions with the entity holding you captive begin to escalate.

note: reader is not player (mc).

author’s note: dead dove: do not eat. this fanfiction will contain dark and explicit content, including heavy dub-con, stockholm syndrome, violence, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

<- previous chapter

My human.

From the very second he laid eyes on you, he knew you were his. While you were gifted to him by the woman in a raincoat, that fact alone had little influence on and could not even begin to encapsulate his desire for you.

He had a clear recollection of the moment he found you. You had been injured by the aforementioned woman, sanguine, exquisitely oozing out of the wound on your head. The sight of blood spilling down your delicate features was one he’d never forget, the image having been seared into his mind. You were so, so lovely. A hint of colour against the dull monochrome building; a singular rose blossoming in the dead of winter.

Pretty.

You were just as beautiful now as you had been upon your first meeting, if he could call it that. Though he had adored the way the fresh steaks of red glistened on your skin, he did not find you any less enchanting, even with the blood having dried and crumbled away.

You were truly a gift for him, and he’d cherish you as such.

Which is why he failed to understand your reaction, disagreeing and arguing with him about not having been given to him.

Despite his mild frustration at your incomprehensible response, he wouldn’t get angry with you. You were already afraid of him for some unknown reason, and he didn’t want to exacerbate that fear. Instead, he’d try his best to explain to you the situation. You had no reason to be frightful of him; he’d take good care of you.

Human not communicate. Me worry.

For a moment, you were unresponsive, leading him to worry that you would continue to protest. But then you slowly nodded your head at him.

Human understand. You understand me.

Me happy, he thought. Grateful.

He was unable to do anything but smile, grinning widely from cheek to cheek at your acceptance. You had accepted his desire to take care of you. You had accepted being his gift. You had accepted him.

“You want me.” His statement came out plain and simple, uttered more to himself than to you.

Eyes pretty.

You didn’t refuse him, however. You merely glanced at him with wide eyes, eyes that reflected away all the dreariness of this place with the utmost brilliance. He simply allowed himself a moment to gaze into them, admiring the way they glimmered.

You nodded once again, such a small, slow tilt of your head that he almost failed to catch it.

Human want me. You want me.

“You want me,” his smile widened. “You want me, you want me...”

He feverishly chanted those words, as if each repetition was a stronger confirmation of your feelings than the last.

His heart throbbed, an aching pulse that pulverized him from the inside. While the words existed in his language, he never understood them—not until now. What was once a foreign concept to him now became all too present and all too real.

He craved you with a primal need that swirled deep in his viscera, longing for you in ways he only just now began to comprehend.

And you wanted him too.

Want me.

Just that simple fact was enough for his chest to rumble with tremendous force, the world inside his heart shifting much like the larger expanse he resided in.

Want have human. Want touch.

You were here looking at him still with doe eyes, the sight only further amplifying his desire. As the urge to have you filled his mind, he reacted accordingly by reaching out to you. His fingers brushed against your hair with the intention of stroking it, but you instantly flinched away from him.

Head damaged, head hurt, he suddenly remembered.

He couldn’t run his fingers through your hair, but that did little to diminish his coveting for you. Instead, he settled for touching your face, his fingers tracing along your forehead, your cheeks, your jawline. When they trailed over your lips, he realized he preferred touching them over the rest of your face.

He brushed his fingers over your lips a few more times and each time he did, he yearned for you a bit more than the last.

Want mouth touch.

He wasn’t sure where that thought came from. It was unfamiliar, yet somehow, it felt natural. There was an aspect about the gesture of touching your mouth with his that made it seem different from doing so with his hands. He wasn’t sure why that was, but it was intriguing, this newfound concept.

Slowly, he moved his index finger between your lips, gently pushing them apart. Your lips were a bit damp there, something he found strangely inviting. He wanted to bring his mouth to yours, he wanted to feel your lips against his—and you wanted him, so you wanted this too.

“Want you,” he said, his voice softer than usual, yet filled with fervour.

Want you. He looked at you for a moment longer, before he followed his instincts, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

Pleasant.

Your mouth was astonishingly warm, all molten heat and liquid velvet against his own. So soft, so alluring, so inviting. It was a sensation that felt oddly familiar, stirring up something in his chest that he couldn’t quite place his finger on. He didn’t pay it much mind, instead enjoying the feeling of your mouths touching in a way that was all too intoxicating.

Me you together.

In that very moment, with his lips encapsulating yours, the two of you were connected. He liked that.

He liked the togetherness, wanted more of it as he tried moving his lips against yours, hoping you’d do the same. To his own surprise, he found himself disappointed at your lack of reaction. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but he wanted more than just this. He craved you with an aching need, desperately longed for more of you. He wanted to feel you against him, he wanted you.

Still, you were inanimate, leading him to wonder why. He reasoned that you were likely new to this, much like he was. Perhaps you didn’t know what to do, or maybe humans had a different way of expressing desire. He wasn’t sure, but he knew he should be patient with you and give you time to get accustomed to this. He would be gentle with you. He would take good care of you and show you that you had no reason to fear him. He would treasure you as his gift. He would express how much he craves you.

He pulled away briefly so he could speak.

“Together,” he mumbled. “Me like.”

Your eyebrows scrunched slightly, your parted lips—now faintly glistening—pressing together into a frown. His own eyes widened in shock; was there something wrong?

“You hurt?” he tentatively asked, a myriad of concerns welling up in his chest. “You okay?”

Human upset. Not know why.

Your frown seemed to deepen, your eyes glazing over with moisture that confused him greatly. He waited patiently for you to respond. After a long moment of silence, you finally uttered a singular word.

“Hurt,” you reluctantly stated.

“Why?” His response was instant. He had been so careful with you. He was aware you were fragile, and he treated you like such. It was hard to imagine he had hurt you in some way.

“Hungry,” you answered. He briefly wondered if there was more to it than just hunger, but he realized then that you had told him about needing food quite some time ago. It made sense. It made sense, but he found himself wishing that wasn’t the case. He wanted to continue what he was doing with you; he wanted to keep enjoying the feeling of togetherness that he experienced with you. But he said he’d take care of you, and that meant ensuring you didn’t go hungry.

He nodded his head, pulling back from you and reaching over to give you the box that you claimed was consumable. You gingerly took it from him, pausing for a moment before a small smile formed on your face.

Human happy. Me like.

“Thank you,” you said. For a second, he was awestruck—the way your lips curved upwards made his heart throb tenderly in his chest. He instinctively put a hand on his own chest, though nothing about it felt different.

Heart change? Not know.

“Welcome,” he muttered, his voice almost breathy.

—

As you chewed on the granola, you found a variety of thoughts coming to mind. At the forefront, you found yourself thinking the granola was extremely delicious. You had not had granola this tasty before. That’s what hunger does to people, you supposed.

In the back of your mind, you found yourself wondering just where exactly your current circumstances would place as far as the misfortune side of the misfortune-complaining matrix went. You had thought being kidnapped and held captive by a ghostly entity was a seven. Being kidnapped, held captive, and kissed by said monster, however—that should probably rank higher, right?

The concerning part was your uncertainty about that point. It should rank higher. In anyone’s sane mind, it would be worse. But somewhere in the very back of your mind, hiding in the shadowy, dark recesses, was the realization that you didn’t find it repulsive.

It was most definitely strange; there was no doubt about that. No matter how you looked at or thought about it, kissing an inhuman creature was an abnormal thing. The very experience was bizarre, from the coldness of his lips, to the stiffness of his movements, and to, well, the fact that he wasn’t human.

Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate it. If you were being fully honest with yourself, the kiss was... fine. Not how you would imagine a kiss to happen, but nonetheless not displeasing.

Perhaps you had gone insane in the short time span of being here—you weren’t sure. You most definitely felt like you were losing your mind as you ruminated over the kiss.

You had only gone along with it because you didn’t want to upset him, and yet, you couldn’t help but feel extremely flustered about it.

It’s just a kiss, you told yourself. He probably doesn’t even understand how it works.

Your thoughts did little to convince yourself that you were not becoming mad. The ever watchful gaze of the red umbrella man was still on you, increasing the discomfort and awkwardness that you felt. You found yourself shying away, eyes fixated on your lap, on the granola bar that you had stopped chewing, on everything besides him.

“You okay?” He suddenly interrupted your thoughts to ask a question.

“C-Correct,” you stammered, slightly caught off guard. You didn’t know how exactly to say you were okay, so you settled for the closest word you knew. The language barrier still proved to be endlessly frustrating, even with the help you received from Mr. Silvair.

The red umbrella man touched his hand to your cheek, the unexpected movement causing a startled jump.

“Face hurt?” he questioned. You thought his question over before responding.

“Face hurt,” you agreed, lying through your teeth much like you did earlier. You hoped he wouldn’t notice; the sparseness of the language should be enough to cover for any unusualness on your part.

“You ▮▮▮▮?”

You knew Mr. Silvair used that word when speaking to the red umbrella man, but you didn’t quite know what it meant.

“Not understand,” you replied. You weren’t as hungry anymore, but you chewed on your granola bar anyway, hoping it would save you from further conversation.

He didn’t talk after that. You finished your granola bar in silence, its wrapper soon joining the other packaging that you had discarded into the box, using it as a temporary trash can.

A wave of exhaustion washed over your body all at once, the adrenaline from the day’s events finally all wearing off. You could feel a mild ache in your head still, causing you to frown.

You glanced at the red umbrella man, who had been soundlessly observing you—very much unsettling behaviour—and back at the bed, where a small pillow was. It didn’t appear that he planned on letting you go anytime soon. You decided that you might as well rest now. Maybe once you recover some energy, you would be able to find a way out, though having to go through those terrifying rooms again was not something you looked forward to.

You let out another vexed exhale before sliding your shoes off and crawling into bed.

“You ▮▮▮▮?” The red umbrella man—which you were getting tired of mentally using—asked again. The word must mean ‘rest.’

“Correct,” you nodded. “Me rest.”

—

Human need rest. Human weak. Cute.

He didn’t understand the exact sleeping needs of a human yet, but considering how you woke up not long ago, you needed to sleep much more than he did.

His needs for rest were mostly limited to his mind. His body rarely needed any fuel; besides the occasional meal and fluid, he required little else. However, silencing his mind was a different matter.

It wasn’t a thing he needed often, but it was more constant than his need for consumption and physical rest. Every here and there, he slept in order to give his mind a break. Continuous thinking proved to be bothersome after a lengthy enough period, and so he would refresh himself by shutting down temporarily.

Human rest. Me take care.

As you made yourself comfortable in bed and lied down, you reached to pull the covers over yourself. The covers were just slightly too far away, which he noticed when you were about to sit up again.

Quickly, he reached for the covers himself, gently tugging it over your body. Your eyes opened in surprise, but as he rested the fabric on your shoulders, you seemed to relax.

Human happy. Me like. A lot like.

You raised your head slightly to look at him before smiling, seemingly content. The organ in his chest fluttered once again, an unsettling sensation. He looked down to examine his torso—nothing was wrong.

Not understand, he thought.

It didn’t matter too much, however. Your mouth was curved upwards in the most delightful way, and he felt the urge to touch it with his own, but refrained. He would take care of you and allow you to sleep first.

“Goodnight,” he couldn’t help returning your smile. Yours faltered for a slight second before you let out a nervous laugh.

Pleasant.

“Goodnight,” you repeated back to him.

You snuggled into the pillow, seemingly comfortable in the bed. He felt proud of having taken good care of you, like he decided he would.

Your eyelids fluttered briefly, but just when he thought you’d fallen asleep, you abruptly opened them.

“You have name?” you unexpectedly inquired.

He opened his mouth, about to tell you that he didn’t, when a sharp, buzzing static pierced through his skull. 

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Domestic Untangled Part 2

Ahhh, tomorrow you have to go back to work. 

How sad. 

Except for the surprise visit from your step family, the next days with your friends from the other side was spent quite well. 

At that moment, you were decorating Mr. Chopped with headbands that you had found or brought. By now you had a whole box of them and Mr. Chopped always looked forward to putting them on when he was visiting. Mr. Crawling giggled next to you as he watched. 

Mr. Silvar had commandeered the TV and was watching a medical drama. You weren't sure if he understood anything that was going on but he loved watching them. 

At the moment, Mr. Scarletella was nowhere to be found. 

“Cute? I cute?” Mr. Chopped asked as you put on the Mickey Mouse ears on him. 

You clapped your hands together, “Yes, yes! Cute!” 

“I wear! I wear!” 

Looks like Mickey Mouse ears were the flavor of the day. You had just finished fixing Mr. Chopped’s hair when there was a knock on your door. 

Hm, it was Sunday. You didn’t have a package coming did you?  You couldn’t remember so you climbed to your feet and answered the door.

When you pulled open the door, you were left gaping up at the tall sturdy man who stared blankly at you, “Father?” 

What was he even doing here? 

“Y/N…..” 

“.....” 

“.....” 

“......” 

“....May I help you?” 

Mr. Crawling had come up behind you looking up at the man. He hadn’t moved or said anything but Mr. Crawling couldn’t help a sense of deja vu. Why were they constantly getting interrupted this weekend? 

Your father sighed as if he couldn’t be bothered, “Y/N, what did you do to them?” 

Couldn't even be bothered with small talk. Not that you'd entertain it so you supposed it was just as well.

You didn’t even need clarification as you spoke between your teeth, “I didn’t do anything to them.” 

“You had to do something. My wife is still terrified, babbling about whatever happened in this house. My daughter hadn’t come out of her room, muttering equal nonsense.” 

“....I’m your daughter to you know.” 

“.....” 

“.....” 

“Be that as you may, perhaps if you apologize….” 

“Excuse me! They didn’t even have my permission to be in this house. What they did was taramount to breaking and entering. And you say I should apologize?” 

“To keep the peace, Y/N.” 

“No, that is your job! I moved out! I have nothing to do with that.” 

Mr. Crawling had wrapped his arms around your waist. Why was this happening again? Why were you getting angry again? He felt he had seen you too upset, too much in the last few days. 

Your father’s nose widened as he heavied a heavy sigh, “May I come in? We shouldn’t be discussing this in public like this.” 

A neighbor had exited one of the units across the hall eyeing the situation suspiciously before going in the basement. 

You slapped both hands on either side of the doorway, “No!!”

“Stop being a child, Y/N.” 

“My money, my house, my rules. Don’t like it, leave.” 

Your father just stood there unmoving. You knew that he wanted to do all he could for his new family. He didn't want to return home, not having fixed their problem. Because his new wife would make it his problem. 

Too bad he cease to put that amount of work into you after your mother died. 

“You should be happy! I’m no longer your problem. I’ve moved out so let me go! I know you blame me for mother dying.” 

Your father’s eyes flashed, “Don’t bring your mother into this!” 

“Your new wife did!” You snapped. 

Your father reached out. You weren’t sure what he was going to do but suddenly his eyes widened as his arm stilled fingertips barely grazing you. Yet, both your hands were on either side of the door. He jerked a little but something had his arm in a vice grip. 

Yet, he saw nothing. 

Mr. Crawling rarely felt anger. He felt that was more Mr. Scarletella's department. And he fancied himself to not be like that dangerous one. 

Yet when he saw this strange human reaching for you he reacted, his hand shooting upwards to grip your father's wrist. 

He almost felt himself growl, “No hurt!” 

Even when your father tried to jerk his hand away, Mr. Crawling tightened his grip which had become a vice. 

Meanwhile you had finally lowered your arms to your side to inconspicuously run your fingertips over Mr. Crawling’s head. 

The brief touch was enough for Mr. Crawling to release your father, tilting his head to look up at you. 

“What was that?” 

You could hear the tremble in your father’s voice as he rubbed his wrist but you didn't address it. 

The basement door opened. The neighbor side-eyed the situation returning back to the apartment. 

“.....I know you hate me. You wish that mother had survived rather than me.” 

You cut your father off as he opened his mouth, “I don't need a response. I no longer care what it is, one way or another. From now on, I have nothing to do with you or your new family. Forget about me because I certainly will forget about you. Now, get out…it's getting dark. You shouldn't linger….” 

You shut the door in your father’s stunned face with a quiet click. Leaning your head on the door you heard when your father shuffled around some before walking off. 

With a huge sigh, you slid down to the ground. Mr. Crawling fairly dove into your chest, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Hurt? Scared? You okay? I help. I help, okay?” 

You gave a wane smile, trying to stiffle your tears. You felt you had cried way too much this weekend. You reached up a hand to the back of Mr. Crawling’s head stilling his panic words. 

Mr. Crawling reached up and touch your cheek, “No sad. Bad being gone. Bad being no hurt you. I help, okay? No sad.” 

You gave a wet laugh, pulling Mr. Crawling towards you. With your hand still on the back of his head, you gave his forehead a lingering kiss. 

“Thank you….” You murmured when you finally pulled back.

“…..Heheehehe!”

You giggled at this. 

Mr. Crawling hugged you again, “Happy?” 

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “Hm, happy.” 

How could you not be? You were glad that you moved into this apartment and met your friends from the other side. 

“You okay?” 

You both looked up to see Mr. Silvar holding Mr. Chopped who had spoken. His worried gaze didn't match the Mickey Mouse ears he was wearing. You weren't sure how much they saw or was aware but you nodded as you climbed to your feet. 

Just as you reached out to take Mr. Chopped there was a knock on the door. 

Again. 

You couldn't help but to give an aggravated sigh even as you turned and checked the peephole. Your sigh turned heavier as you clenched your fist. 

Was all the world against you this weekend? 

“Y/N, my car won't start. I called someone. May I wait here?” 

How convenient.

When you heavied yet another sigh that was half a growl, Mr. Crawling pawed at you yet he didn't say anything. 

Seriously why were bad beings continuing to bother his human? 

“No loitering in the hallway….” You finally spoke, not bothering to open the door.

“It's cold outside…” 

“Yes, yes it is.” 

You turned intending to walk away when your father knocked again, “I'm still your father. The least you can do is let me stay until the tow truck comes.” 

“......”

“Y/N, we can use this opportunity to finish our talk….” 

“......”  

“Y/N…..” 

You rubbed your head as you walked into your living room. You didn't really think much of it but you looked out the window to see Mr. Scarletella standing next to your father’s car. 

Hold on…

You forked any eyebrow, “What is that boy doing?” 

The others had followed after you and although they didn't know what you had said they had heard the tone before. Mr. Crawling peered out the window to see that dangerous one. He snorted once. 

Seriously, when did Mr. Scarletella get out there? Had he been observing the entire situation? 

Mr. Crawling didn't really care but he heard the annoyance in your voice. 

You waved hoping to get Mr. Scarletella’s attention, muttering under your breath, “....I know that boy see me.”  

As expected Mr. Scarletella turned his head to stare right at you. Were you trying to get his attention? How fun!! 

Even from here, you could see his grin widen. You crooked a finger at him as you hiss, “Boy better not act like he don't see me…” 

You needn't have worried because Mr. Scarletella glitched in and out to stand behind you. He leaned over your shoulder with his usual grin, “I wan….” 

You waved away his words glancing back at him, “Don't start. Are you messing with that car?” 

Mr. Scarletella’s mouth turned downward just a touch. Ah, you had confused him, you realized that much. 

You held your head for a second trying to figure out how to say what you wanted to say. You pointed out the window at the car, “Object no go. You do?” 

Mr. Scarletella looked at what you were pointing at and then you. He repeated this a few times, “I play. You speak, no kill. Play. Object stop. I do, yes.” 

Your mouth quirked. While you appreciated it, your just wanted your father gone. Speaking of which, who had given up and wandered back down to his car. 

“Thank you. Object go. You do.” 

Mr. Scarletella frowned. He had been on his way back, hoping to play with you, when he saw the new being. 

Why did these bad beings keep showing up? 

He saw that being reach out to touch you only to be stopped by Mr. Crawling. Mr. Scarletella frowned. At least long hair was good for something but he didn't like it. 

He didn't like it at all. 

So he followed that human out and messed with his object. Those other ones had a similar one.  After all, you would be mad at him if he hurt anyone. 

Then you wouldn't play with him anymore. 

Mr. Scarletella couldn't have that. 

He sighed, shifting his eyes away from you. 

“Human speak. Object go, you do!” Mr. Crawling snapped. He wasn't moving fast enough for him. Did he want to make you any more annoyed than you were? 

Mr. Scarletella turned dark eye back to Mr. Crawling. 

“No fight!” Mr. Chopped called out. 

Mr. Scarletella looked back at you once before glitching out. You watched as your father's car started up, jolting him as he was leaning on it. His eyes had gotten wide as saucers as he yanked the door open. He looked at the keys in his hand.

Oops! Might have got Mr. Scarletella to start the car without the keys in the ignition.

Details, bit at least your father was peeling out the parking lot now. 

“Give name?” 

Without looking up at Mr. Scarletella you reached back and grabbed his chin.  You know he only lets you physically touch him if he wants. 

However Mr. Scarletella was pleased when he saw you reaching for him even if you weren't looking at him. So he made sure to angle his chin into your hand, ignoring the whine from below as his grin widened, “Name?” 

“Yes.” Pause, “Name. Not interested….” 

“......Heheehehe!!” 

Mr. Scarletella frowned. 

They didn't know what the last part was that you said but they knew the context having heard of it before.

You released his face. 

Mr. Scarletella glared down at Mr. Crawling who was still snickering. The dangerous one had half a mind to kick the long haired. 

Did he risk your ire? 

He saw you turned away to take Mr. Chopped from Mr. Silvar. You grinned as you lifted him in the air like a baby with a huge grin, “Who lots cute?” 

Mr. Chopped with the Mickey Mouse ears laughed, “Meeee!! I lots cute!”

No. 

Wasn't worth it. 

Mr. Scarletella grinned. 

After all, he still wanted to play with you. 

FIN.

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