#mr. stitch x reader

[whokilledsamara]

How about Mr. Stitch SFW / NSFW HCs?? :)

MR. STITCH N/SFW HCS

a list of n/sfw hcs for Mr. Stitch :D

warnings || smut, cunnilingus, rough sex, no aftercare, aggressive sexual activity, blood play, blood as lube, sadism, non-con aspects but not fully non-con

{an: sorry i haven't been active, im going thru a depressive episode rn, ily guys and i hope you are all well!}

SFW

its definitely hard to even call what you have with Mr. Stitch a relationship.

Mr. Stitch doesnt understand the needs humans have, nor the emotions they feel. he sees you more as a plaything.

there may be some feelings he has that he just cant seem to understand– but he shows them with little gifts he finds here and there, and even a jacket that looks all to similar to Mr. Humans.

if you sleep, you have to sleep where he can watch you. he refuses to have it any other way.

he often gets into fights with Mr. Crawling– most of the time having to be you who breaks up the argument.

he is a very touchy person. not in a perverse way yes it is but he is constantly touching you.

is absolutely aggressive. he manages to do it in a cute way, seemingly as a game or something. he doesn't act like a villain despite what he does.

even when he isn't near you, his gaze never seems to leave. he could be many rooms away from you and you can still feel his eyes on the back of your head.

he definitely likes scaring you. not in a mean way, he just likes seeing you jump.

a very playful man XD

NSFW

when you have sex, he seems more curious than anything.

he doesn't understand anything other than the fact that it feels really good– sometimes even leading to him overtaking you, not caring about your pleasure.

that however is rare, he wants his plaything happy. just teach him what to do and he will try his best. make sure to tell him not to actually consume you though.

his favorite position is up against a wall. he can easily lift you, but he likes positioning you so easily.

he isn't HUGE down there, definitely not longer than Mr. Crawling, but his length is very thick.

he much enjoys when you bleed as he pounds you. his pace is fast and rough– the blood making it easier for him to slide in.

is one to bite very often. expect to leave with many many bite marks and bruises on you.

takes pleasure in your pain. likes to watch you begging him to stop from the overstimulation leven as he doesn't.

most of the time, sex is random. he definitely doesn't warn you before he does it. as said, will just slam you against the wall.

has no idea what aftercare is, so unless you teach him– don't expect it.

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[green-tea-456]

Im too lazy to draw smth so have a meme

[frozrowan]

Ghost homies✌🏼

[hima-matta04]

~~~~Their thoughts on quickies~~~~

Warnings: talk of pregnancy, jealousy, public sex, forcefulness (but not r@pe), slight cock warming, spit as lube, choking, glory hole, slight oral, cum eating, praise, masturbation, (huge trigger warning on scarletella’s bc of manipulation and murder)

Characters included: Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped (with body 😀), Mr. Stitch, Mr. Gap, Mr. Scarletella, and Mr. Machete.

|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|

Mr. Crawling

He always likes to be very caring and sensual with you when the both of you ‘get down to business’. However, the day that he almost lost you to Mr. Stitch, he couldnt help but want to be as close as possible to you. 

He had his cock tucked deep within your walls, moaning softly as he streched you around him. The entire time he muttered and wispered sweet things in your ear like “love you” and “not losing you ever”. That night he wished to get you pregnant…

|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|

Mr. Stitch

Oh he loves to have fun with you. Your body, that is. If hes in the mood for it he’ll take you right where you stand. Even if youre out in the open, he doesnt care. He’s nice enough to at least spit on his fingers to make you wet.

He’ll shove his entire length into you all at once. He doesnt even need time to adjust, and apparently he doesnt think you do either. He pounds you at whatever pace or speed he wants. As he chases his high, he’ll wrap a calloused hand around your throat, chuckling when you struggle to breath as he cum hard inside of you.

Mr. Stitch will then leave, not caring to even try to make you cum. Not even an ounce of aftercare from him other than a pat on the head. He’ll leave you there alone, dripping with his seed.

|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|

Mr. Gap

He’s a huge tease. One day he’s pestering about giving him a peice of you, but when you ask what he wants he simply replies “your body”, without warning, he’ll pull you into the hole in the wall where he is. He wastes no time climbing on top of you, kissing down your neck as his hands hastily grap at your breasts and hips.

When he finds your panties they end up soaked on the ground as he passionately fucks you while rubbing your clit and praising your body and how good you feel. Other times, you find him grabbing onto your thighs and pulling you to the gaps. His crusty hands hold your thighs tightly in place as he fucks you from inside the wall while you have to force yourself to look normal as people walk by. Lets just say his little act of neediness didnt go unpunished later that day.

|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|

Mr. Silvair

Mr silver only likes quickies when the two of you are completely alone. He sees it as a quick brain break from whatever hes focused on and sometimes he likes to sink himself into you after hours of studying. He especially likes it when you walk in his office unannounced and perch yourself on his desk in front of him. He’ll stop whatever he’s doing just to passionately fill you up with cock.

As he pumps inside of you he likes to caress your sides and your shoulders and tell you how much he needed this. Once you finally cum on his throbbing cock, he’ll speed up to his own pace to finish himself off before releasing in your mouth for you to swallow. Once he makes sure that you’re unhurt and satisfied, he’ll gently lay you on the closest bed and kiss your forehead before continuing his work. 

|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|

Mr Chopped with body

I cant help but feel like when he first gets hus body, he gets hard from the slightest things. The look in your eyes when you smile at him? He’s excusing himself to relieve himself. The time your hand brushed against his? His tip was already leaking with pre cum. Of course this because extremely noticeable over maybe a week of his self pleasuring habits, so thats when you told him you’d be glad to help him.

Now, everytime you provoked him in any way, all he had to do was tug at your sleeve a little and give you puppy dog eyes, and you’d let him take you to any empty room and needily rut into you. His first time was just the cutest! He was a wimpering, moaning mess as you did as little as jerk him off. Now every time his the slightest but horny, he’s pulling you to the closest corner, not matter if theres people around, and he fucks you hard and fast… its a little painful but he never lasts long.

|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|

Mr. Scarletella

The second he sees you speaking to anyone but him, you’re shoved into a space as small as a closet for all he cares. You can cry and beg him with “its too much”, but Mr. Scarletella isn’t going to stop until the only name you can remember is his. He usually liked to just think about you in various positions, completely broken on his cock. The murderous grin that stretched across his face when he finally had the opportunity and reason to break you confirmed it.

He’ll make you ride him first until your legs are limp and completely useless. Then, he’ll grasp you by the waist, stand up, and use you like you’re nothing but a fuck toy. All of this while he degrades and manipulates you. Depending on who you’re talking to, he might kill them right in front of you and force you to look at the dead body while he fucks you, licking the tear rolling down your cheek. Of course Mr. Scarletella will reel you back into his heart by showing you affectionate aftercare and many soft kisses.

|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|<|>|

Mr. Machete

Normally thats the only way he fucks you. Fast, random, and with no foreplay in sight. He does it without warning too. Like suddenly picking you up, no matter who you’re talking to, and gently carrying you to an empty room where he practically rips your clothes off (if you dont protest) and smiles stupidly.

The thing about Mr. Machete is that if he fucks you, you need to be completely naked for him. And he loves it when you ride him! He gently traces the bump from his cock on your tummy while bucking his hips up into yours. Surprisingly, he doesnt fuck you as rough as he possibly can unless you tease, or provoke him in any way. He makes sure to take things at your pace, especially since hes not about to eat you out or finger you. Its the least he can do.

[aimeryaa]

“He don’t bite” YES HE DO

This audio is always forever funny for me and it fits them perfectly

[allimili]

why is mr.eyes so adorable i wanna play with his ears aaaa more chibified mr.vanilla and mr.eyes pwease also how hugable is mr.vanilla compared to other pvs i need to know the rating and with mr.eyes...he'd probably eat me if i tried to hug him...im still hugging and playing with his ears....they're not sensitive rigght >;)

[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... (･･;)

[dark-raven-666]

For the homicipher men falling in love you made..may I ask if you will make a part 2 was really getting all giddy seeing your post but then mr.hood wasn't there 😭 man deserves some love too

Homicipher x reader (gn) headcanons.

How they love p 2

Warnings: Mr Hugeface is toxic

✧༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻✧

Mr. Hood

When he first met you he felt like needed to protect you, like you were a tiny creature that was so helpless and needed him.

He never expected you to come back and thank him each time.

"Thanking me? Why? "

It seems that no one there is kind or even grateful, he's never been thanked. It feels nice, warm.

Then you do it again, and again, and again.

He expected you to leave, use his help and never come back, but you did.

As the rest he never realizes what love is bit he feels protective of you.

Mr Crawling is too weak and Mr machete runs away. He's the only one capable of protecting you

Mr. Machete

Now this guy can't handle weaklings or kind soft people, sorry not sorry.

If you can't keep up with him and fight why would he bother with you?

Now let's say you can fight. He's intrigued. Very intrigued.

It takes you very long time even land a hot on him but when you do.. His heart goes doki doki and he immediately respects you (loves you)

He will demand to fight again and each time you win he will be bashful instead of upset.

Wow you got a hit on THE Mr machete.

Mr. Silvair

You're a human in the ghost realm so you've already got his attention.

He wants to research you and push you to your limits.

He does ask for consent to work on you but if you get violet you're ending up like Mr chopped.

He has clear boundaries and needs you to understand that he is stronger than you. You're the subject, he's the researcher.

Now if you get through all of that he'll be kind enough to give you anesthesia when researching.

One day you wake up with an actual heart on your bedside table. That's his gratitude. Never mention it again or he'll never love you again.

From then on he considers you two lovers and will sometimes give you small smiles as he works and teach you stuff.

Mr. Hugeface.

Tiny human, so fun, so cute.

Literally incapable of love only obsession.

If you're kind enough to obey him and be his little doll. Be obedient in your room maybe he'll get you a few gifts, a book or two.

He's so childish and will throw a tantrum if his doll is not perfect. How dare you have messy hair!?

Will get you clothes and style your hair like you're a Barbie.

That's your life now eternally. You're a doll. And perfect dolls are always pretty and happy.

All throughout toxic.

Mr. Stitch

This man is perfect for maladaptive daydreamers.

You met him when he took you from Mr Crawling, well kidnapped you, but when you get in that bus, you travel in the abyss with him.

Ever since then, that became you two's favorite hobby. To get on the bus, share stories, cuddle a bit, he will Yap to no end and tell you of his adventures and how he plans to take you on many!

He shows love by making you little things, like old cloth you found? It's a dress now. He isn't called Mr stitch for no reason.

You were heitamt at first but then the world of daydreams and the abyss with no stress takes you like a dream.

You love him just as much.

He thinks you're a fun person who treats him well and laughs with him.

Most of your time is spent giggling at his jokes and he likes that.

No matter where or when he picks you up, when he does you're going to adventure.

[leviathanxprincess]

Introducing the Homicipher Characters to Your Plushies - Pt. 2

The Homicipher Characters come to you in hopes for whatever insanity they plan to drag you into, you instead have a different plan! Showing them your plushies!

Notes: Gender Neutral Reader ! This part includes Mr. Hugeface, Mr. Stitch, Mr. Masque, and Mr. Wheelchair !

Part one here !

Mr. Hugeface

His little human is so cute!!! Look at these small little creatures that they adore!!!!

Honestly they remind him of you!! Because that's what he sees when he looks at you.

I think he already adores plushies to begin with, not that there's an extreme amount in his world but we do know that they're there! We have seen teddy bears!

So once he knows that you not only love them, you have an entire collection, he's so endeared!!

He wants to meet all of them and know their names.

He gives you head pats with his finger because you're just such an adorable little human!

He looks at you and your plushies with such love. Not sure he's ever been more content in his life than this moment.

Mr. Stitch

Such a cute human! He 1000% had other plans to take you on some of incredibly dangerous adventure, but you started talking about your plushies and how could he stop you?

It's fine, he can have his fun later. For now, he'll sit down and enjoy listening to you show off your tiny little creatures.

Feels a small sense of comradery with them? Like look, they all have stitches too!!!

He hopes because of that fact that when you look at them now you think of him.

Admittedly he will get bored eventually, so it might be something you have to do in small amounts if you have that many plushies.

But it's fine!!! As long as he doesn't have to sit still for too long he'll listen each time.

Doesn't really retain most of the information you tell him but it's fine, he's too busy squishing your face anyway for you to quiz him.

Mr. Masque

He's excited to get acquainted with all your plushies!!!

Will learn the names and everything just for you! And will acknowledge how important they are to you.

Can't hold himself back from giving you a bunch of kisses. He can't help but find you so adorable.

Will perform little magic tricks with them if you allow him.

Nothing insane, actually he more of less uses it for cute little things.

You're sad or hurt? One of your favorite plushies will suddenly appear on your lap.

You'll walk into a room and one of them will be holding out a bouquet of flowers or some other sort of gift for you.

His surprises with them can jumpscare you sometimes, but you always adore them nonetheless because they will be sweet gestures in some way.

Mr. Wheelchair

He doesn't really come off as the type to ever really care about any sort of plush toy. At least not at the point he is now.

But it does make you happy, so he will listen.

And I think by the time you finish talking, he's gonna see the appeal.

He doesn't understand how such an object can bring such comfort, but he'll acknowledge that fact for you.

He notices how you hold them when you're upset or suffering in some way.

Eventually he wants to try hold them as well when he's having a hard time.

Surprisingly, he finds a lot of comfort in them too afterward.

[andahmer]

what if Chopped's head was placed on Stitch's body... 🤔

[cornflowersisblue]

I can fix him (sadly, I don't have a psychiatrist license)

[kanroji-san]

*Homicipher men's faces and wrists full of kiss marks*

Ms Bride: What happened to all of you?

Homicipher men: Mc had a lipstick haul...

[manmadejoyswithinmycomprehension]

Hiii I just wanted to say from what i’ve seen I really love your work and I was wondering if I could get some smut for Mr.Stitch? Preferably descriptions of male genitalia,If not then that’s fine also!

Hihi! Thank you for sending in a request! I hope I understood your request well, so here we have it :3 I feel like this wasnt up to par, so feel free to leave feedback!

Mr. Stitch x m!reader (NSFW)

tw: mentions of those little ghostly hands in the lake scene (slight spoilers? maybe, idk if it counts)

After another earthquake that switched and destroyed multiple paths, it was obviously clear that the way you came from was now dust, and the only way forward was a small metal bridge that went over the patch of water which you already knew was full of ghostly hands, eager to grab and drown anyone who dared to go near. You loitered nearby the ruins of rooms that once were filled with various objects, when an idea struck you: if you could find a crack in any surface, Mr. Gap could take you away! It felt like a thousand years as you searched for a space big enough to fit you, but to no avail. You slumped against a heap of concrete when heavy knocking and thumping shook up the area. The voice leaking from the other side sounded familiar; so, pointing your dominant hand to the blockage, you blasted it away. Cowering in a corner, Mr. Stitch was shaking like a leaf.

"You good?" Your voice bounces off the walls as you speak, redirecting his attention towards you. A wide smile erupts on his face, and he throws himself in your arms.

"Thing fell my head, me sleep long! Me happy see you!"

...ah, something knocked him out. Explains why it was so quiet before. You reach out and rub his hair awkwardly in an attempt to comfort him. Having released him, you did your best to communicate with him and pointed towards the only available exit. His eye twitched, and he leaned down to take a good look at the water.

"Safe!" He exclaimed before strutting along the bridge. When he hands sprung out and dragged him down, you were quick to pull him back up, water splashing all over the place, the bridge now slippery and mostly unusable.

So, as a last resort, you and Mr. Stitch decided to wait until the bridge was dry again and then run over it as fast as possible. While you were sitting on the cold floor, the man wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck.

"Bored... Want fun?"

Lower and lower went his hand, slipping under your clothes, starting to tease your cock. His expression was unreadable, mainly because of the hair covering most of his face, but as he started to stroke faster, your mind went blank. The potent mix of frustration, arousal and weariness exploded inside of your body, making your back arch. Mr. Stitch seemed to enjoy seeing you weakened and at his mercy - while you were too stimulated to pay attention, he removed your clothes, and was now actively trying to loosen you up. In response, you collapse on him, your warm cheek resting against his icy chest. Showing no sign of stopping, the ghostly figure shoved two fingers inside of your mouth, poking and pulling the tongue that slithered around them. With a loud pop, he retracted and spat on them for good measure.

For a little while, he let go of your tormented cock and bent you over his lap. Precum pooled beneath your stomach, forming a small spot on the dirty floor. Your knees scraped against the rough material once Mr. Stitch moved you, his big hand now making contact with the sensitive flesh of your ass. An embarrassingly high-pitched squeal rips from your throat, making the other one laugh.

"Fun! You fun!"

You turn your head around quickly, glaring daggers at him. Mr. Stitch smirks, spanking you again with no remorse. Before you could punch him or squirm away, he inserts the two slimy fingers inside of you, relishing the way you reacted. With his free hand, he keeps you steady, as the other vigorously pumps in and out of your now sloppy hole. Your toes curl and your muscles tense, the sensation pulsing throughout your body. The strange man fucks you with his fingers harder and harder, the vibrations reaching your cock and acting as yet another stimulus. Suddenly, he shoves you down on your back, his head now between your thighs. He took your sensitive length in his mouth, sucking on it and teasing the tip with his tongue as he added a third finger. You grasped his hair and tugged on it harshly, unable to think whether you should push or pull him to you. You teetered on the brink of climax, your vision blurry as you clamped your thighs around his face and forced him to take your cum down his throat. Your legs fell limp at his sides, and he snapped his fingers in front of you to catch your attention. Mr. Stitch made a loud gulping noise and opened his mouth, winking at you.

"You tasty! Me good, see?"

You groan at the sight, dropping back to the floor. Your body was shaking due to the cold and the earlier activities, and a sudden clarity washed over you... Did you seriously just do that? With a mildly insane ghost? What is wrong with-

"Up!"

Mr. Stitch dragged you by your legs, turned you around and folded you into a pretzel, until your knees touched your shoulders, and his chest pressed up against your back. You were placed directly above his throbbing cock, a bulging, prominent vein running along his shaft catching your attention. The tall man licked your ear, eliciting a gasp out of you and a shudder. He lowered you onto him with a gentleness which was unusual for his character. As you peeked back at his face, you noticed it was scrunched up in a pleasured expression, eyebrows furrowed and lips shut tight. His cheeks were rosy and his forehead was stuck to the nape of your neck - it was weirdly endearing, seeing him like that. But your fascination didn't last long, the daydream interrupted by his thrusting. The first few movements were to test the waters, and you could hear him whispering "where" repeatedly, as if searching for something. It didn't feel bad, but it didn't feel amazing either, having something poke and prod at your insides. You held in your voice, sometimes breathing out tiny whimpers. It didn't take long for Mr. Stitch to find what he wanted, his feat signaled by a lewd scream coming from you.

"Here!"

He held your legs tighter, now using you like a toy as he bounced you up and down his hardened length. The animalistic pounding against your prostate fueled your arousal, Mr. Stitch's exaggerated moans right next to your ear doing anything but diminishing it. You'd never felt such sensations before, and you desperately tried to hold onto something - anything, your hands reaching back to scratch his waist. Inevitably, you were going to fall. In response, Mr. Stitch brought you closer to the wall separating your small area from the haunted waters. You leaned your arms against it, sliding down slowly as the ghost wrapped himself against your torso. He moved you once again, closer to the water, one of your feet resting on the bridge, the other on a small, dry space between the wall and the murky liquid. Mr. Stitch was now beneath you, thrusting wildly in your abused hole, until you stumbled backwards and relied on your arms for support. Transparent hands shot out from the waters, grabbing your cock and stroking it without mercy, focusing on the tip and the underside of the shaft. Mr. Stitch grabbed your nipples, tweaking and pinching them until they were bright red and aching, now hard and sensitive. Unable to hold it in any longer, you let your moans spill out as you came, milking the ghostly man for all he had. The hands coaxed you through your orgasm, and they would have continued if it wasn't for your partner dragging you away.

Your ears rang as Mr. Stitch dressed you up and threw you over his shoulder, patting your ass for good measure as he walked hastily along the bridge.

"You fun! We stay together!"

Something made you think that this wouldn't be the last time you see him. Just a hunch, though.

[unknownlemoneater]

Spoiler warning undercut ig

MC POV

[rollinouttahere-writes-misc]

what this?

Mr. Stitch x Reader

2.2k words

Summary: You venture back to the room where things from your world fall during earthquakes in hopes of finding something useful, but instead you're forced to put up with Mr. Stitch expecting you to satiate his boredom.

Warnings: mentions of losing limbs and violence but overall very tame

The monster language is depicted bold and crossed out like this. I hope the three other Mr. Stitch fans enjoy this lol

All that could be heard as you made your way down the dimly lit hall was the sound of your raincoat swishing with your movements, and the quiet drag of cloth and skin over the concrete from Mr. Crawling trailing just behind you at a leisurely pace.

As it stood, you were at a loss for what you were supposed to do to get out of this world. You haven’t been able to find the elevator again, and at this point, you feel like you’re going to have to wait for another earthquake to happen and move the layout around in order to locate it again. But, until that happens, you’re going to have to stick to what you know, and what you do know is that there is a room with a bunch of miscellaneous things from your world in it. 

While you didn’t really know what exactly you were hoping to find, you figured that that room was your best shot at finding something potentially helpful to your current situation. Something like a useful tool, or maybe you’ll really hit the jackpot and find some packaged food from your world. Shockingly, despite how long you’ve been trapped here, you didn’t feel that hungry. Your desire for food felt more akin to a craving than the kind of hunger you know you should be feeling by now, but you figured getting some real food into you would make you feel at least a little bit better. If it could lessen your headache by even a little bit, that alone would be enough to make you happy.

You were so desperate that you were becoming tempted to try asking Mr. Gap to find some for you in exchange for another finger or something, but you really aren’t sure how you would communicate such a request to him. That, and you had a feeling he would probably bring you something he found in a trash can and hold onto the better stuff in order to extort you for more body parts. That seems like a very Mr. Gap thing to do.

Finally, the room you were looking for came into view, and you stopped at the doorway to survey it.

Mr. Crawling spoke up behind you. “you want here?” He inched forward until his frame was squeezed between you and the doorway.

You look down at him and nod, “me want here.”

“why here?”

The question gives you pause as you rack your foggy brain for the best way to word your intentions with your limited vocabulary. How do you tell him that you’re here to look for something, but that you also don’t know what that something is?

“why here?” The question was proposed again, but it wasn’t from Mr. Crawling this time.

Before you can assess anything, another face abruptly lurches out from one side of the doorway, so close that you can feel their nose touch yours. You let out a less than dignifying shriek and stumble back, tripping over and then falling on top of Mr. Crawling. His arms give out from the surprise, leading to both of you hitting the floor with a dull thud.

The person that startled you starts cackling loudly, clearly quite pleased with himself. You would recognize that obnoxious, mischievous laughter anywhere. Your eye twitches in aggravation and you lunge forward with your crowbar, narrowly missing him.

“Dammit, Mr. Stitch! You scared the hell out of me!” You readjust your hood so you can properly glare at the troublemaker in front of you. He has a smug grin on his face as he looms over you, clearly unbothered by your outburst. You inhale deeply, then speak to him in a way he can actually understand, “you bad! stop!” 

Your attempt at lecturing him falls completely flat. Mr. Stitch chuckles and crouches down while speaking in a tone that was nothing short of condescending, “you sad? mad?” He reaches out and knocks your hood off before aggressively ruffling your hair. “pet, pet!” His voice became much more squeaky as he said that. It took a moment, but then you realized he was trying to mimic Mr. Crawling’s high pitched voice.

Ah. He was mocking him. You slap the offending hand away and are about to take another swing at him with your trusty crowbar when two arms wrap around your middle and drag you back. One hand drifts up and strokes your hair gently in a vague attempt at fixing the mussed hair. Mr. Crawling’s chin settles on your shoulder “you hurt? them pain you?” The arm still around your waist tightens slightly.

Mr. Crawling’s presence forces your boiling ire down into a simmer, and you sigh. “me not hurt.” You take a moment to mull over how to express that you’re annoyed more than anything. Annoying is definitely a word you need to learn how to say if you’re going to keep running into Mr. Stitch. Maybe Mr. Chopped would be able to teach it to you? Annoyance seems to be a prevalent emotion in his experience with being a disembodied head in a realm full of antagonistic spirits.

Whatever, you suppose that dictating your precise feelings isn’t particularly important right now. Mr. Stitch is a pain in your ass, but that’s about it. He hasn’t been directly hostile towards you, at least not yet, and seems to have more of a preference for playing pranks more than anything. Like when he tricked you into getting on some weird ghost bus with him yesterday and wouldn’t tell you how to get off it until you tried to beat him. A frustrating experience, but ultimately harmless.

You pry yourself out of Mr. Crawling’s grasp and get back on your feet, then level Mr. Stitch with a half-hearted glare, “why you here?”

Mr. Stitch also took the opportunity to stand. He shrugs and stuffs his hands into the pockets of the coat that he ���found”, “bored.” He glances down at the junk he’s standing on and kicks a small box across the room. His eye darts back to you and his grin widens, “you want play?”

“me not want play,” you’re quick to shut him down. You do not want to go on another adventure with him. The ghost bus may not have been that bad, but you have your doubts that continued outings with Mr. Stitch will always be so benign. You shoulder past him and march into the room, and you can hear Mr. Crawling trailing close behind. Once you’re in the center of the room, you take a cursory look around, hoping that something useful will stick out to you.

Nothing does, because of course not. Why would anything here be so straightforward?

Might as well get to work. You crouch down and start pushing and lifting various objects to expose anything potentially hiding beneath. From your peripherals, you can see Mr. Stitch approaching again. He stops not far from where you are and watches you for a moment before speaking up again, “why you here? want item?”

Oh, right. You still haven’t explained what you were doing here, to neither him nor Mr. Crawling. You nod, “me want item.”

The confirmation of what your goal was made Mr. Crawling perk up, “what item you want?”

His question makes you internally cringe because you don’t know how to say ‘I have no idea and am hoping for a miracle here’ in monster speak or whatever their language was called. So instead, you just tell him, “me not know.”

Mr. Crawling looks puzzled by your answer and exchanges a glance with an equally confused Mr. Stitch, but ultimately follows your lead and starts rummaging through the piles of stuff in the room.

For a while, you’re left to dig through the junk in relative silence. Mr. Crawling would periodically hold up random items to see if that was what you wanted, though nothing found had piqued your interest yet. Mr. Stitch had grown bored of watching you and was now wandering around the room aimlessly, occasionally examining an object that caught his eye, presumably wanting to find something new to prank people with.

Mercifully, your luck turns and you find something under the rubble. Your eyes light up as you grab onto and pull out a small radio from what it was buried in. You brush off the handheld radio and look it over. 

A radio wasn’t necessarily useful. You highly doubt that there is a how-to-escape-a-ghost- dimension station, but you can’t deny that it would be nice to hear some music or words in your own language. Beggars can’t be choosers, and you aren’t about to complain about something that could at the very least provide a mood boost.

Hair tickles at your cheek as Mr. Crawling peers over your shoulder, “item you want?”

“maybe.” You give a noncommittal answer. Sure, this caught your attention, but you knew full well that this radio was going to do nothing to help you. Mr. Crawling appears to understand what you mean and resumes sifting through the room.

Balancing on the uneven, junk covered ground would have been inconvenient at the best of times. With how lightheaded you have been as of late, it feels like an accident waiting to happen. You hike up your dress with one hand to keep it from getting caught on any debris and make your way to the nearest doorway so you can sit down.

Once there, you set the radio in your lap and flip the switch on the side to turn it on. It crackles to life, which gives you a spark of hope. The only noise leaving the speaker was static, so you start twisting the dial to try and tune into a specific station. Absolutely nothing changes as you spin the knob. There’s not so much as a hint of music or someone’s voice, it’s nothing but empty static. You twist it back and forth frantically a few more times before giving up and turning it back off with a scowl. You suppose it was on you for getting excited. That TV you saw once before also only displayed static.

A figure plops down next to you, forcing you to scoot over so that he isn’t practically in your lap. You look to the side and see Mr. Stitch making himself comfortable next to you. His eye is locked onto the radio sitting in your lap. Then he smirks and snatches it up. He holds it away from you, dangling it out of reach, “you want this?”

“not want that,” you say with a huff as you lean against the wall.

Mr. Stitch deflates instantly at your response, “not want? disappointed.” Just like that, his interest in the object dies and he drops it on the ground. Much like a child, he appears to want things only when someone else is playing with it. Despite your frustration, you couldn’t help but quietly chuckle at his petulant behavior. 

His foot nudges the radio gently, then he elbows your side while pointing at it, “what this?”

Is he quizzing you? You hadn’t taken him for the type to care about your comprehension of the local language. After racking your brain for the right words, you answer, “machine item.”

Apparently your answer was insufficient because his brow furrows and he shakes his head. He points at the radio again, then at you, “what this your language?”

You blink in surprise as you figure out what he meant. He wanted to know what you called it in your world. Now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure that he’s the first person to inquire about your language. At least, he’s the first person to ask that you could understand. Maybe someone asked previously and you just didn’t know it because you hadn’t gotten a good enough grasp on the language yet.

He nudges you again, looking increasingly exasperated, and successfully snaps you out of your thoughts. You pick the radio up, then say its name “Radio. Ra-di-o.”

For a moment, he tilts his head and stares hard at it, then tries to mimic the word, “Rrr-adi-o.” The mouth movements were blatantly alien to him. The language here was best described as wispy and heavily reliant on pitch. All of the words that you had learned thus far were single syllable and flowed off the tongue gently, so the harshly divided syllables all crammed into one word were very much throwing him off. 

The butchered attempt at the word makes you giggle, “You’re putting too much emphasis on the ‘R’. Say it like this: ra-di-o.” You aren’t sure why you tried to explain it to him given that he certainly wouldn’t comprehend it, but it is what it is.

“ra-DI-o,” he said it again, this time putting all of the emphasis on the second syllable. It was a bit overstated, but sounded correct enough, so you smile and nod. Mr. Stitch perked up, saying the word again and looking quite proud of himself, “Radio! sound wrong!”

You chuckle a little. The word does sound wrong when compared to the language here, he isn’t incorrect about that. Still, it was nice to be the one teaching for once.

Mr. Stitch bends down and grabs the nearest object and holds it up to you, “what this?”

It seems like you’re going to be here for a while. Oh well. Out of all the games he could want to play, a language learning one is about as innocuous as it gets.

[allimili]

no clue what Homicipher is but I'd let Mr Eyes and Mr Vanilla take a bite out of me if they wanted /pos