#reagent oc coming

[hellsfavgal]

Upcoming Outlast Trials OC aesthetic!

She used to be a "madam"/brothel owner in Chicago who got betrayed by one of her own gals, sorta did deserve it.

[trial-n-harerror]

@dovahhmonn's easterman ship and our oc ship :]!!!!

[nina-cook]

[horrornvnfan]

memes of my Reagent OC's Beckett and Brooke to celebrate the Outlast Trials update!!

these little freaks are going Under Surveillance! 💥🎥📺🤫 (Amelia would not want them! 😅)

[more about my Reagents here] [credit for memes]

[chimeraartist]

various atlases! they like franco. franco doesnt like them.

[nicktremblaywayfu]

From the two reagents of the Sinyala Facility, presenting

The second Outlast Trials Anniversary Art Collab event 2025!

Hosted by @nicktremblaywayfu

Co-hosted and facilitated by: VostokLucini

First of all, what is the Outlast Trials Anniversary Art Collab event? As the name implies, this event will be an art collaboration from Outlast fans to celebrate Outlast Trials' first release anniversary! This was started last year, celebrating Outlast Trials' Early Access Anniversary. And now, back in for celebrating Outlast Trials first full release anniversary

[REGISTRATION IS CLOSED NOW! THANK YOU FOR YOUR ENTHUSIASM.

Event Schedule:

19 January - 2 February: Enrollment

3 February - 2 March: Drawing Phase

17 February: First check-into to make sure every participant is in progress (if there is any postponement, do let us know)

24 February: Second check-in In this phase, if you are not able to draw the canon character you choose, a pinch hitter/substitute will be picked

5 March: Posting time!

The timezone will be used in WIB. However, I will make sure the zine will be posted on 5 March, Canada Time.

Art Guide:

The size of the canvas should be 2480 x 3508 pixels portrait (A4 size)

Make sure it is colored with minimum bust-up (Half-body and full-body are encouraged). The characters will have a party theme and accessories, such as cake, party hat, confetti, party horn, etc. Sketch or WIP as submission will NOT be accepted.

The theme will be how the character celebrates the anniversary. You can make it as a full illustration or a character with a party accessory on a simple background.

Traditional Artists are welcome! You can directly draw it on A4 paper or in any size of paper, and then we will crop and adjust it. As for the background, feel free to contact us for help in editing.

Once it’s finished, post it in our discord in the #final-posting-anniv channel

You are not allowed to post your finished art in other social media until the final result is posted. A cropped sneak peek, however, is allowed.

One art page should only contain one character. You can, however, put your Reagent OCS celebration on one page.

Event guide:

You will draw the characters you have picked. Prime Assets, Ex-pops, Reagents, Denizens) and make sure it’s SFW.

The canon characters will be "first come, first serve" however, you can draw additional characters. Please make sure any additional character does not take the spotlight!

To ensure it may be enjoyed by everyone, please refrain from adding shipping elements in the artwork (especially if you add additional characters).

You can also draw just your reagents. There's no limit on reagents if you would like to submit multiple! Give yourself a reasonable workload within the timeframe.

OCs are only allowed for reagents.

After all the art is submitted, it will be collected as a digital, free zine. Every participant will get the file and the digital zine will be available for the public to see

You can print the zine on your own. However, selling it as fan merchandise is STRICTLY PROHIBITTED. Any commercial distribution is forbidden.

The result will be posted on social media with each artist’s credit and shown to Red Barrels. We will also send the digital zine through their email so make sure you give the best of your artwork.

General Rule:

No AI Gen or any stolen media allowed. The participant will be banned and blacklisted. Tracing stolen artwork is also forbidden.

No racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any form of hate speech is allowed. Bullying/harassment in any form will not be tolerated.

Please ensure you can meet the deadline of the event. This is very important to prevent a participant from only being able to submit a Sketch WIP on the final day and possibly hindering the event.

If there are any further questions, contact me on Tumblr or VostokLucini on discord

See you at the event!

-Cheers, Alvin and Voss 💖

[sketchygatito]

Irkaih Ex-Pop Dialogue

Seeing some others dialogue they did for their oc's made me wanna do one for Irkaih! I definitely could've added more general stuff to her patrol but I didn't wanna make that a novel in it of itself.

Oh, and a little doodle for each category! Enjoy!

Patrolling:

“He hold’sa finger of god…but I still don’t know which one.”

“Gotta listen to the doctor's orders…”

“They gave me a job, n’ I’ll do it well. I’ll make you proud daddy.”

“Daddy’ll sniff out your commie blood soon ‘nough.”

“So long as I can smell leather n’ cigarettes…I know I’m home.”

“Daddy says you’re guilty. So come up and pay your dues! ‘S easier that way.”

“God has two ways of showin’ himself…through the clouds and in the rope.”

“The world ain’t much different from ‘ere. People hurt people…just happens quicker now. And I’d rather it be quick than slow…”

“Daddy is a good man…He just does bad things sometimes. He wouldn’t have t’do the bad things if it weren’t for bad people. Makin’ him all angry n’ messin with his things. He just…tryin’ to protect our family. Daddy is a good man…”

“God marked me. He marked me at birth n’ he said I was a curse on this world. All I do is bring bad things…I’m sorry…I’m so so sorry… for all of this…”

“Papa sang all day n night. Believed it was music that made the world go ‘round. But he was wrong. It’s blood, and ain't nobody satisfied till they have their fill n then some…” (sniffles)

“Why do we have to stay here? I just wanna go back home, with daddy. I wanna sleep on the couch, I wanna sit in the car, I wanna drink a chocolate shake…I wanna go home…”

“F.B.I.C.I.A…A…A.T…S…D?”

“Lil light…’s gonna let it shine…”

“F-U-Double T-E-R-Man…”

“Hey hey…take a little whiff on me…”

“You sure can’t hide…from the man…with the x-ray eyes…”

“Tip toe, here we go, do-se-do…”

Lunging (spotted by reagent):

“Cmere!”

“Stay still!”

“I see sommin’ shiny…”

“I want wha’cha got!”

“Time to pay up.”

Successful attempt:

“Gotcha!”

“I need this more than you…”

“I’ve got a job t’do.”

“Gots t’repo these.”

“Just collectin’ the tax.”

Failed attempt:

“Why?!”

“No! don’t!— Please!”

“God dammit!”

“I’ll getcha…next time…”

“No, no no nonono”

Stunned:

“Daddy! Daddy help!”

“I have to! I have to do this!”

“You’re gonna regret this…!”

“You don’t!-- You just don’t get it! I didn’t want…”

“Don’t cry…d-don’t cry…” (sniffle)

“Now you’ve done it!” (When Coyle sees her get stunned)

“He’ll catch you! He’ll make you hurt!” (When Coyle sees her get stunned)

“Daddy! The bad people! They hurt me!” (When Coyle sees her get stunned)

“They…they have it…they have one too! A finger of god!” (Stunned by Stun rig)

“Daddy! Daddy I can’t see! I CAN’T SEE!” (Stunned by Stun rig)

Blocked by Obstacles:

“Sneaky…but you only have so many tunnels!”

“I ain’t a mousie in a lil maze…”

“You ain’t gonna knock me off yer tail doin all that!”

“Jumpier than a jackrabbit in june! But even a rabbit gets tired…”

“Hey! Nobody likes a cheater!” (Blocked by Barricade rig)

“Why don’t I getta toy…” (Blocked by Barricade Rig)

Spotted Reagent caught by door trap:

“I know I shouldn’t…I know I know I know…” “Don’t. Ignore ‘em.” “The traps are for trespassers…they’re trespassin’…”

“Daddy says these are just natural consequences.”

Spotted incapacitated Reagent: 

“It’s gonna be okay…You’ll be okay…just close your eyes...”

“You get to sleep now. Sleep and never return to this place.”

“You won’t be needin those soon…”

“Howsit feel for you t’be knocked down to the ground now!?”

“Don’t move a muscle. Just– lay down n’ play dead, m’kay…?”

[wendigoruble]

✨️Info dump on my reagent oc, Gen✨️

Basics:

Full Name: Gen E. Ricc

Nickname(s): Coward, Rat, Stalker

Age: 25

Height: 5'8

He/She

Past:

Gen is basically the ideal person that Easterman would look for. He had a homelife in which he didn't perceive himself to have any inherent value to those around him. He very much felt forgotten in his own life and would typically spend time alone.

Once old enough, he would go on to work various odd jobs until stumbling across a flyer for the Murkoff charity. She was quick to apply and was soon taken to the Sinyala facility.

Present:

Gen has a reputation for being one of the biggest cowards in the program. So much so that it earned him that nickname. She frequently hides during trials and will refuse to aid other reagents out of fear. You do not want to do a trial with him. He'd be awful.

It's quite honestly a miracle that she hasn't been kicked out or killed.

No one really knows why she's allowed to stay when she doesn't actively make progress and just seems like a dead end.

Outside of this, she generally tries to come off as happy and helpful to others, as much as she can anyway. She will go out of her way to comfort others to the best of her ability, especially during post trial periods. She wants to make everyone else feel cared for and included.

Prime Asset Relationships:

☆Gooseberry:

Due to lingering memories of her past, he has a deep fear and discomfort about Gooseberry. Seeing Phyllis and Futterman as bickering parents more than anything else. He doesn't like the cursing, swearing, or harsh tone, and not even that soft voice can make him come around. He will avoid Gooseberry at all costs. The drill aspect of it all doesn't help either.

Because of the extreme avoidance, Phyllis has no opinion of Gen.

☆Coyle:

He doesn't find Coyle that charming either. Mostly, he's just annoyed by him and his comments. Though he does heavily fear the possibility of being electrocuted so it's another situation where he tries to avoid him as much as possible.

Again, due to avoidance, Coyle doesn't really have an opinion on Gen outside of just his general distaste for reagents.

☆Franco:

No one knows where it started, but Gen will actively seek out and stalk Franco throughout any trial they have together. Of course, she keeps her distance and wants to remain out of rage of lupara, but that doesn't stop her from trailing behind him. She likes listening to the things he says and how he moves. She's drawn to his fragile shell of confidence.

She's so good at stalking him that she can be an informant for other reagents because of it.

Due to a lot of personal issues Gen faces, he can't really discern between physical or emotional affection. If you ask him how he feels about Franco, he's likely to say something along the lines of "I don't know I just do, he's shaped." He can't really explain his attraction at all.

He will passively aid Franco if he's hurt, but mostly in the way of just throwing bandages or meds at him before running away.

Franco sees Gen as a pseudo-friend and toy to some degree. Entertaining enough not to shoot on sight and not to let him die, but will also frequently rough him up and use him as a ██████. Gen feels that this is a replacement for physical affection and accepts it gladly. This leads to a lot of embarrassing situations, though, when Gen has to leave any trial that had to do with him.

[dadtron-3000]

Everybody say "Hi Lucy" 👋

Template | Took a crack at the Reagent oc template! It's a lot of fun! Information on Lucy below :)

Lucy has been around the sleep rooms for a while, keeps to himself and only really cares about possessions he can keep on his person - which, to the layman, looks like he's open to sharing.

Because he doesn't often get attached to other Reagents, Lucy is quite a good fit to teach starting teams. More inclined towards surviving a trial over making friends, it makes him a good role model and new subjects catch on quick. Due to the amount of times he's done trials in the Thin Blue Line, Coyle has become accustomed to his presence, yet still tries to kill him.

Most of the time, Lucy comes off as aloof and calm, leading new teams with little to no communication, showing and doing rather than explaining. Though, he will throw bricks and bottles at Ex-Pop and Prime Assets that get too close.

Has a crush on Nurse Barlow, though it is not reciprocated.

He will interact with other reagents, but mostly non verbally.

[stuthestew]

Here's my next piece of art of my lil guy! Comic book style!! Got inspired by @yaegeram 's oc art so GO CHECK THEM OUT RIGHT NOW!!! Ok here it is :)

Also Reagent version of my lil guy coming soon to a Tumblr near you!!!

[maria-crossover]

† The Believer †

After months I was able to finish the concept sheet for my Outlast Trials OC ^_^ I'm still working on her lore and the description of the Trials but in the meantime I'll give you some information about her...

General information | Prime Asset backstory | Trials | Dialogues

「 Prime Assets 」

“Someone is desecrating the body of one of God's children? How disrespectful… You better start repenting and stop, unless you want your pretty hands cut off!” —María Carmichael

Appearance (Physical Description)

Height of 1'55 cm (5'8) is a young adult with the appearance of a teenager due to genetics and probably a slow development in hormones. The age isn't identified due to her bones and teeth, also due to the subject's lack of memory and behavior (Has somewhat sharp front fangs). Her clothing includes a long-sleeved black shirt with gray stripes, a gardening overalls with black jeans stained with white paint, black boots and a gardening glove on her left hand. Short messy black hair with curls. Unlike the Ex-Pops, she doesn't show signs of having undergone surgeries or changes presented by the infirmary. The girl only has a scar on her right cheek, on her neck and bleeding bandages on the hand that carries the deployable sickle, also, night vision glasses that connect to a modified car battery that she carries inside a small black backpack.

There is also Manny, it's part of the subject that possesses and controls. It has a humanoid appearance, almost a "ghost", but it is made of ashes, gunpowder and nanomachines with some blood from the girl and previous people it tried to possess. When the believer climbs the walls and ceilings, you can see that her arms, legs and abdomen are covered by a black smoke that is clearly the Walrider helping her and providing her with unique abilities like those.

Personality

María is the only one of the Ex-Pops who is more sane, but she is very insecure, paranoid and easily manipulated, so much so that she sees the Reagents as sinful enemies. She suffers from a hero complex, telling herself that she is God's chosen one and Manny is an angel who will be helping her at all times so that the world can seek its redemption while getting rid of the sinners. However, she constantly exhibits violent behavior towards any human being, especially adults. She tends to be a bit open-mouthed and rude when it comes to hanging around the Trials when the Reagents or an Ex-Pop are present.

She is mostly rude around the Ex-Pops because they are "adults", but with Franco she is more polite. This is due to a post-trauma that she suffered during her kidnapping in her childhood, her greatest fear and hatred will be adults from then on, however, as Franco shares characteristics of an infant she doesn't say anything because she trusts children more, seeing them as vulnerable and unconscious beings. In fact, María divides between "normal" people and the sick. Her behavior varies to normal adults, seeing them as hostile and potential sinners, she doesn't usually trust anyone. However, with sick adults she sees them as harmless, the sick refers to those who are mentally disabled. One reason is that she sees Franco as vulnerable, his behaviour. But she also doesn't deny that he resembles a child and She sees him a little weaker. Although Manny doesn't think the same and is of the idea that all people, humans in general, are equally hostile and disgusting. Except with Maria, since it have a close bond with her.

Having the Walrider inside her, almost always ruins her brain by sharing a body with an entity. Since her violent tendencies and bad mood are due to the pain of having something in her body, her bones and the mobility that she has not had completely in her body before. Which leads to suicidal tendencies, with clear depressive thoughts of "goodbye" to her life and perhaps abandoning it at the hands of her friend Manny.

Despite being somewhat sane, she displays sadistic tendencies when it comes to torturing a Reagent, whether in a chase, attack, or execution. This is due to the adrenaline and anger she feels, at the traumatic memory, the injustice she witnessed in childhood, and a helpless desire to cause pain to those she considers harmful sinners.

Maria mixes her language with English, being of Argentine blood, mostly when she insults and apologizes when doing so. Also the songs she usually hums while wandering through the darkness looking for Reagents. She uses Spanish as for insults, taking advantage of many who do not understand her language to be sincere with her thoughts and regardless of her feelings. She is very indifferent to speaking openly and honestly about what she has in mind, politically, economically or religiously. But when it comes to her past, the many families she may have been in, she keeps her words to herself so as not to speak.

Despite being very aggressive, she is obedient and makes an effort with Manny to get him to follow her. Besides having a great adoration for Jesus and God, she trusts (in a small part) Dr. Easterman. Although most of the work she does is to seek approval and earn respect or adoration from him, which she desires, a consequence of the loving absence of her parents and generating emotional dependence on Easterman.

Since the first meeting with Clyde Perry to talk, she was always cautious and distrustful. She has never spoken or trusted with any human being, unlike the Walrider. She mostly talks to herself, but she actually talks to Manny who occupies her body and is the only the living being she can trust to talk to and feel safe. Walrider always protected Maria, not only for the body but for the company she offered throughout the journey. Supposedly she can hear it speak, only her, since she shared her body she is the only one who hears his voice, as inside and outside her body. Maybe a connection or a consequence of sharing her brain and hearing the voice through her thoughts.

Weapons and Skills

Like the Reagents, but unlike the Prime Assets, she can see in the dark and climb walls with the help of Manny. The lenses of the glasses change color from green to red when she finds a Reagent. In addition to that, she can climb ceilings or walls with the help of the Walrider. She uses a deployable sickle, modified to be stored while climbing ceilings and only takes it out when she is standing on the ground to attack.

Walrider, or known as "Manny" by María, is part of her abilities. Providing her with greater mobility in the test, strength and support when executing a Reagent. The Walrider also grants her a temporary levitation ability, when she lets go of a wall or ceiling. But when a Reagent uses a stun module, it not only affects the girl, but Manny as well. And after recovering, she shudders along with the cold sound of her bones adjusting, showing that the Walrider is readjusting inside her.

Trials

Ruin the wake

Burn Jesus

Kill the Father

Poison the followers

[hellsfavgal]

Meet Fransesca! She's my first Outlast OC, here are some facts:

-  Stolen makeup off a Mother Gooseberry Trial along from the woman herself

- Had a cocaine addiction in the past and fights very hard to ignore Gooseberry's mentions of it as she doesn't want to relapse.

- One of Dorris' top customers especially when It comes to cigarettes, new materials, amps, etc

- Bloodshot eyes from severe irritation.

- Likes to yap with the guard and annoy him, It's one of her only sources of entertainment although It's mostly her trying to seduce him to possibly leave Sinyala.

- Skilled when It comes to taking some items from the trial environment to decorate her room or use for herself.

- Used to be a "madam"/brothel owner in Chicago but her place of operation had been burnt down by a girl who wanted to leave that business behind, most of the people in there died leaving Fransesca with nothing and nobody to use, her life went downhill until one faithful day she came across a certain charity..

- Will do anything for more vouchers since that's basically money in Sinyala.

- Says her scars make her look more attractive yet will get self conscious at times when analyzing them in a mirror

- Italian accent with an raspy voice from too much smoking.

- Quite entitled and aggressive to others, this puts others at risks as she's willing to leave behind reagents in trials but It mostly depends on her mood that day with her helping some of the newbies out.

- Superstitious, she'd always frequent the nearby psychic and blow her money off on tarot readings, cleanses, etc.

- She is rather modest when It comes to how she dresses in Sinyala but on the outside she was quite the fashionista and had more revealing outfits, this is due to her being told constantly by Doctor Easterman that she is no longer young.

 - Would also hire male workers and consider them as part of her "girls" considering their lives were as hard as the women's considering most lusted for more than women and Fransesca did not wish to exclude them.

[trial-n-harerror]

Hello! So If you don't mind, I'll show you my OC, I made it a reagent. One art is old, and the other two are new. I tried to come up with something of my. 🤙🏻🍻

uh naw dude

you called me a slur on my coyle selfship post on my other account ? ur gettin blocked. good luck tho ig

[dreaming-of-barbi]

I have finally come up with a backstory for my reagent oc! I am so happy with how they have turned out !!! Very very long lore outline thing below, copied from my google docs and written on my phone so there might be some errors.

Sugar & Bone(s) | The Demon and The Vessel – lore dump / outline 

TRIGGER WARNINGS - not in order -

RELIGION, OCCULT THINGS, DEMON??, GORE MENTIONS, ABUSE??, DEATH, MAFIA??, DRUGS?? that's all I can think of 

Description of Sugar - 

About 22 years old when she reaches Murkoff.

5’3”, somewhat pudgy with blueish gray eyes and dark brown curly hair that reaches down to her hips. A large portion of her face is covered by a very sensitive, actively healing scar. 

She subconsciously touches the scar on her neck and face, feeling how much it has healed each day. She avoids mirrors and also hides her face with her hair when she can. She removed the night vision headset and E.S.O.P within the first few weeks of being there as the Demon can see in the dark just fine and they don't use the rigs.

She tries to hide the screws Murkoff drilled into her skull. She doesn't smile often as it feels weird against her healing skin. It won't ever fully heal, forever leaving a nasty spider web like scar across her face. 

Her teeth grew back sharper, some of her facial features being slightly altered because of the Demon.

Ages and timeline may change, especially as more lore for Franco comes out. It might be a little off with the ages but I tried to keep everything lore accurate. 

Locations are kind of unknown, for now. Most likely within Louisiana, before finding their way to Mount Sinyala in Arizona.

~

Ever since she had been born, it was as though she was cursed. Labeled as a “demonic child” before her birth, she was already doomed to be nothing more than a scapegoat for whatever was needed. 

The Demon found her at only a few months old, quickly latching on to such a sorrowful soul. How could something so young and small put off this much sadness? And this place? This was no religious commune, especially not when they could so easily step foot on these so-called “holy grounds”.

Shannon meets Franco at age 4 years old, very, very young at the time. Franco isn't much older, as he's almost three years older than her. 

She witnesses him being screamed at by Salvatore and, guided by a simple thought placed in her mind by the Demon, follows him when he runs off after, finding him hiding himself away and crying. She sits next to him without ever saying anything and shares a small loaf of banana bread with him, being called away by her guardians not too long after. 

Franco never forgets this gesture, recognizing her as he gets a bit older and starts learning more about his fathers… business. He sees her within The Commune whenever his father would bring him along in the following years, visiting sometimes to see how the operations were going. 

The commune is a cult, as well as a front for money laundering, and providing another way to smuggle narcotics For Salvatore. Has ties to a  “Freak Show” miles in the opposite direction of the city, which of course, also has ties with Salvatore. The cult buys and also helps distribute Salvatore's goods, earning a small profit for it as they use their ties with the Circus to keep production rolling through.

Who's going to question the little pilgrim-like Christian village out in the woods? 

Circus’ and Freak Shows were hardly even being bothered with any more, less and less appearing across the country each year as people grew bored and tired of it. 

With generous donations coming from Salvatore's companies, food and charity sent to both the Circus and The Commune, no one batted an eye at this tight knit circle. No one noticed them. 

The perfect front. 

It was a dying form of crude entertainment, the only thing keeping it alive was The exploitation of the gullible Commune members nearby, and the few people who visited occasionally. 

A deal was made with the Commune’s “Elders” and the Ring Master of the show, using one of the “attractions” to strike the fear of god into the gullible members. In return, they are paid a good sum of money, and given a discount on Salvatore's… finest selection.

A small albino girl, with a genetic defect causing feathers to grow on her face and body, skin pure white as snow, with two tiny, flightless wings to complete the look. (She is my fiance's oc! teehee) 

She was labeled the “Angle”, thanks to her own inability to pronounce the word. Anyone who attempted to correct it  would be berated and attacked by the Ring Master in a drunken stupor. 

Shannon was often taken with to the Circus, seeing the “Angle” trapped in her tiny cage, hearing the “Elders” scream how the members of The Commune lacked any real faith. Screaming as the small girl in the cage wept, demanding that they watch as she “cried for their sins”. 

Shannon would sneak out sometimes to see the Angle herself and even spoke to her, forming a small friendship, though it was fleeting, as Shannon couldn't risk being caught by the Ring Master or she (and Angle) would have hell to pay. 

She continued to seek Franco out in their younger years, despite him telling her to leave him alone for a while. He was fearful of both becoming close with someone but also fearful of what his father may do about it. Shannon was undeterred, Franco being the only person in her life who didn't treat her like an outcast, everyone else looking at her as though she was the devils spawn. 

He slowly warms up to her, they get to know each other more, Franco and Shannon always being very sneaky about their friendship. Shannon was supposed to stay within The Commune, to cook, clean, take care of the chores. Play the mini housewife for them, as all the Commune Women were expected to, and only god knows what Salvatore would do about his son prancing around with a lowly, nothing girl from that Commune, risking the operation that was held there. They knew the retaliation it may cause if either ever heard of their affairs.

Franco and Shannon knew better than to risk the wrath of Franco's father and the Commune… right?

Franco had many mixed feelings for Shannon.

She would actively look for him, wanting to spend time with him, unlike the other children and people in his life. He was often very skeptical of why Shannon was always so nice to him, even when he got incredibly angry she never switched on him or treated him with disdain like most. 

He was the only person who didn't treat her like a creature. All of The Commune members saw children as nothing more than easy, free labor, especially Shannon, training and treating her like a dog instead of a child. This would often translate into how other people treated her, as it was often encouraged to treat her this way by the “Elders”. 

Franco did not do anything like this to her, not once. She could deal with his temper, the yelling. It was nothing she hadn't dealt with before. 

She knew how kind Franco really was. 

Shannon began sneaking out of The Commune at around age 10, usually walking for miles to get into town and visit Franco, bringing him sweets she had made. 

Franco gives her the nickname Sugar (often Suga’ because of his accent teehee) sometime around when she's 11 - 12.

She makes him a dessert, accidentally adding too much sugar as she was distracted talking with him. He teases her for it, telling her it's “Just like you. Sweet as Suga’~.” the nickname staying as Franco keeps calling her such.

Franco began to flirt with her more around this time in their life, though he also often acted cold and harsh towards her as his own fears stirred. What was their “relationship”, if it could even be considered one? She would never be safe around his Father, around here at all. 

The “Beloved Elder(s)”, as they often demanded to be called, soon began to… up the Villages dosage of medications. They had drugged the “villagers” into submission for years, but for whatever reason they had decided to raise the amount, and even began including the commune children.

Sugar often wandered her way to Franco in town, nearly nodding off, clearly under the influence of something. 

One time Sugar appeared at his doorstep, about to collapse from whatever those bastards forced into the food. It was much worse than before, and He would stay with her, helping her ride it out. If only Sugar wasn't so naive, even as they talked of running away. Even as Sugar spoke of the terror the Commune Leaders brought her, she wouldn't hear his pleas to her that they were hurting her for such a long time, Franco trying to convince her for years that she was in danger staying within the commune. 

She learns what the Commune really is, and what Salvatore really does at 16,  finally witnessing it first hand at some point. 

Franco knew the Commune was going to break her eventually, and his father would make her disappear in an instant if he felt like it… nothing was safe here, for her. For them. 

They soon had begun to make more solid plans. Long nights spent talking about how they would run away together, Franco promising to keep Sugar safe many times. He had plenty of men he could get on his side if things ever went bad. 

He wanted a new life and he could start it with her…

But yet… his father needed him here, helping with his work. He knew that.

His father was so proud when he blew that fuckers head clean off, even gave him his beloved Lupara. 

He wanted to do good by his father. 

He was being the man his father wanted him to be now, right? He hunted down scumbags for his father, he did the dirty work. He made his father proud. 

He couldn't just let him down like this. 

“What does this girl know, anyways?”

“Sugar didn't laugh at me…”

“Father didn't stoop low, not for no whores.”

“She never scoffed at a word I said…”

Conflict within his mind happened often, going back and forth. He would ditch this broad once and for all… 

But yet, how could he ever forget…?

The way she never once avoided looking him in the eyes, how she smiled and laughed with him, never at him. Baking him things because she wanted to.

Seeking him out because she wanted to see him.

She called him “Fran”... how silly.

It really, truly is a shame. You never know when you have something so good, pure… precious. 

Not until it's too late. 

 

Maybe they had become sloppy, not covering their tracks as thoroughly as they usually did, distracted as their plans drew nearer.

Maybe it was always known, allowed to build and fester for years, until there was no denying it. 

No escaping fate. Cruel destiny. 

It was soon, she would leave this wretched “Commune” and live a free life with Franco. After the last time The “Elders” pacified the members, Sugar was almost unable to escape. She remembered how easily she could have died in that state. She nearly acted like a different person… 

The many, many times of being screamed at by his father, barely acknowledging Franco unless it was to blame something on him, or use him for his business. 

It often felt like there was another voice speaking in Sugar's head. These substances she was forced under were too much.

She was done. They were done.

They would get out of here, together…

She was 17 now. Giddy as she came back to the barbed wire lined fence of the Commune. He mind was filled with daydreams of running away together with Franco, a skip in her step as she made it back.

Only a few more days and they were free... 

They slipped through a small hole in the rusted fence, hidden behind a shed in a long abandoned goat pasture, her typical returning route.

However, this wasn't the same. As she slipped through, she immediately noticed the bushes and grass usually swarming the fence had been trampled and cut down. 

No one cleared the grass back here, no one ever came back here, and she made sure to keep the grass and plant life lush to hide her escape route behind the shed. 

Her heart began to race as she took her usual route back into the middle of the Commune, trying to avoid being seen as she snuck back into her family's shed. 

However, she was almost immediately grabbed as she stepped in, dragged out into the middle of the commune to The “Elders” by her “guardians”. 

They screamed at her about her disobedience, how she betrayed god and walked amongst sin. Commiting crimes against the lord himself and how she shamed their entire community. How dare you risk allowing the devil to infiltrate their precious sanctuary. They had known from the start what a ruckus she would cause in their precious sanctuary. 

They screamed that she was going to be punished, some of the other “villagers” being encouraged to throw rocks in her direction as they screamed and chanted for her to be punished.

Of course, Sugar had expected to be caught sneaking out at some point, and she knew if that happened it would result in her being in trouble… but her heart sank as she soon realized the extent of what the “Elders” really meant. 

They would not risk someone from the Commune getting out, possibly risking their whole operation here. 

She was just some nobody village girl. Not even her parents would miss her. They would have this solved. In fact… they called up some close friends to deal with the job.

Sugar was taken to the same abandoned pasture as the one she used to escape through, kicked down to the ground as The “Elders” gathered around her. Her fear kept her paralyzed in place, trying to think of a way to run and escape, some way to get out of whatever punishment The “Elders” had planned.

“You cannot be allowed to taint The Commune. You are a disgusting, filthy animal. From the moment you were born, you have defiled god, and now you have defiled us. This commune. Only god will judge you, now.” They taunted her, getting close to her face to say, once and for all. 

“It’s too risky to leave you alive, after what you know. You should have known your place.” 

As they step away, Salvatore steps forward and towards her, staying a few feet away as he encourages Franco to step closer to her with a push of his hand. 

Of course Franco was the one chosen to do it. Threatened earlier by his father; “Kill that pest. She means nothing to you, or you will mean nothing to this family.”

Who else was better for the job, anyways?

A fitting punishment for both of them.

Franco held the shotgun tightly, his father commanding him to lift the gun and aim for her head. He obeyed, shaky hands raising the barrel and aiming it to her face. 

Her gray eyes gazed up at him, no tears or reaction as he pointed the gun to her. Only her wide, fearful eyes gave away her terror. 

He couldn't risk angering his father more, cocking the gun and placing his finger to the trigger. He swallowed nervously, not saying a word. 

He had to do this. 

He had to do this. 

For his father, for himself. 

He didn't need her anyways, right? 

His father had done this many many times.

So could he. 

“I-it's okay, I forgive you, and… I love you, Fran.” Sugar said after a moment of silence, smiling to him the same way she always had, though it was weak and shaky. 

As if he couldn't stand to see her anymore, he pulled the trigger with a panicked cry, the sound covered up by the backfire as Sugar instantly fell to the ground in a limp heap.

She was dead. 

He had done it.

He stared down at her lifeless corpse for a long moment, watching the blood pooling around her in the grass, staining the wildflowers around her. Barrel of Lupara still smoking in his hand. 

He could have sworn… she was staring right back. 

And, just like that, Salvatore and himself were on their way home soon after.

None of the Commune members bothered with the corpse. 

She could rot right there, away from sight. 

Forgotten. 

—

“Man… I don't remember Romeo and Juliette being like this.“

A voice? 

What happened…? Why does it feel so cold? 

Jaw hurts, body aches… it's completely dark. 

No.. no it's not dark, there's a… projector? Playing a film on the screen in front of them. 

It feels so familiar, the movie. 

It was like watching through someone's eyes, seeing their point of view. They were climbing up a chain link fence. Why did the film playing look so familiar…? They've… seen this fence? 

The haunting memories come rushing back as she is almost forced to remember what had happened, nearly about to lose it when sue was interrupted once more;

“Hey. Let's make a deal, you and I. You rest for a while and I'll help you. You won't die because I won't let you. In return, you be my vessel. How does this sound, hmmm Sugar…?” 

That same voice again.

What deal? Well… Maybe some rest wouldn't hurt them. 

They did feel so very tired…

The Vessel fell dormant within the mind, and The Demon began to make their way through the dark forest. It knew having a nose, jaw and neck were important for these human things but… it had been so long since they were one. What was it even used for, again? 

Nevermind, it would heal back all the same. They'd get this poor, pathetic thing some help from another human.

Humans help other humans all the time, right? They're social animals.

This pity is such a weird feeling. What Demon shows mercy, takes it upon themself to help another? Following some random human girl until her untimely demise, helping her like this?

Don't they scheme, cheat and deceive? Only causing pain, tainting the land around them? 

Sure, maybe some, but not all. 

Demon is a species, not an evil. 

First order of business, a plan they had kept since these miserable places had drawn them in so long ago.

The Demon had seen the state of the nearby “Circus”, near the Commune. They made their way to that dingy little fraud of a place, unlocking every single cage and releasing the “attractions” to run free. 

It really had been too long since they had been around living beings, around humans. They didn't realize the chaos they would cause, possibly sealing the fate of a few of those poor souls within the circus…

Oh well, they were still a Demon, after all.

A few years had passed so far and They were nearly 22 now, the vessel's mouth and nose almost fully healed and regenerated thanks to the Demon. It had made quite an effort to keep this human hidden, like a fun little side quest, doing something… “nice” because they wanted to.

And how nice is keeping a human in this state alive? At least the mercy of slumber keeps the physical pain at bay, but what mental anguish would be left there after? Remembering her death, but never passing on?

However, that wasn't something on it's mind anyways, and soon, this human would be waking back up. The vessel was going to start needing things like food and water once more. There's only so much a Demons power can provide to a dying body.

No worries! They had found a flyer, with details about some kind of animal sanctuary thing for humans? The details didn't matter, it would be good enough. It promised things like food, shelter… a “purpose”? Whatever that means. Humans are weird.

Nearly a year later they were at the doors of a Murkoff charity facility, practically waltzing in. 

The workers tried to chemically knock out the Demon for a very long time but eventually gave up as it was a waste of their product, and the Demon just… willingly went in anyway. Walked right into the cattle car full of people, tied up, burlap sacks on their heads, not even batting an eye. 

It glanced around, clicking its tongue in amusement at the sight. 

“Quite the ride. What's the occasion, you got a Demon Lord visiting town?”

Typical.

—

It's hard to say who ended up more affected by Sugar's passing. 

Sugar herself… or Franco.

Salvatore nearly slammed him against the wall, demanding to know what he was thinking trying to get into the pants of some Commune girl, even making plans to leave with her?? 

Franco knew better than to risk his father's Business like this. 

The ultimatum was given, either kill this girl and restore some sliver of respect his father might have for him, or he would deal with the girl himself, and make sure Franco meant nothing to their family.

Franco tried to tell himself it was fine, nothing unlike the women his father went through. 

Many months went by and this thought only festered in his mind.

She was nothing, she had to be.

As the months turned into a few years, he started… exploring more. Branching out and refining his tastes, something to keep these pesky thoughts at bay. 

This would have been fine… if she didn't haunt him every time he tried to even speak to another woman. He would try his best to push her thought away, but nothing would happen there, and those god damn eyes would be staring at him all over again. 

She was dead, why was he still thinking about her. 

Why couldn't he do anything? 

He felt pathetic and it made him so fucking angry. 

But… there was one solution. 

His mind would cloud as he glanced to his Lupara…

A blinding rage would overtake him, once again seeing those terrified eyes staring at him. Forced to relive the undeniable rush that came from watching her body crumble to the ground so effortlessly. 

When he'd “come to”, yet another victim would lay in front of him. Visceral scenes he cannot remember making left in his wake, the image of Sugar in the grass below him being the only memory he could recall. 

Only… he really didn't care for these broads, and who would blame him if he… explored a little more? 

He would take it further and further each time, seeing what could bring him the same rush he felt with Sugar, her name becoming another one of the things he would mutter to himself when he hunted anyone down. Her image, his memories of her would become more vague, partially tainted by his endeavors.

He was starting to be noticed by his father, as he didn't always try to hide these misadventures… but that didn't bother him.

Things were really becoming a blur for him at this point. He didn't remember when Angelina showed up, his fathers fourth wife, his most recent step-mother. 

He didn't know when she suddenly took an… interest in him. 

He was finding himself being hurt by her, she would push him down, forcing him to kneel below her. She made him feel something he had never known before. Helpless, vulnerable, humiliated, afraid, like he couldn't stop her. It felt so familiar, feeling that rush in a whole new light.

He tried to ignore her lurking memories once more. He didn't want to think of Sugar anymore. 

She died. 

Now, he wanted to focus on this, the closest thing to attention he's felt since her. 

His father, of course, found out about the whole affair soon after.

Needless to say, Angelina disappeared, and Franco was lucky he didn't experience the same fate as Sugar that night, sent away to “help” in Miami.

His mind was a bit broken now, you could say. But, without the limitations and judgments of his father, he was free to truly explore his tastes while helping out “friends” in Florida with Cuba. 

By this point, Sugar had almost faded from his memory, only remembering the rush he felt that fateful night.

When visiting Gator Hook Lodge located in Florida, he would often try to experience his cravings with the working girls, trying to chase that rush all over again, even when he barely remembered Sugar's name.

While in Florida he is noticed and taken and transported to Mount Sinyala, a little less than a year after the Demon finds that silly little flyer. 

—

Sugar had gotten used to the routine here, going into a trial, trying to do what Murkoff instructed them to before inevitably being taken over by Bone to get them out of whatever deadly situation they had got themselves into. 

The Demon drove most of the reagents away from its many… habits. Often found gnawing on a bone from one of the corpses around the trials, complaining that the corpses are better than whatever slop the reagents are fed.

It happened often enough that they were soon being referred to as Bone or Bones by the Murkoff employees and other reagents. 

After almost a year of being with Mount Sinyala, they finally enter The Docks, to do one of the newest trials; “Poison The Medicine”. 

They had only heard of the new Prime Asset in passing, this was their first encounter with them face to face. 

They could handle it, right? How difficult could it be? Well, they knew the new Prime had a gun, so they would have to be extra careful going through these trials. 

Maybe Sugar would sit this one out…

The Demon made their way through the new trial environment slowly, keeping themself low and quiet for the time being. They neared the small room they were supposed to enter as a man begging and pleading for their life hung above, strung up almost as if on display. The sight drew a smirk from the Demon. 

As it entered the weird, rounded, rotating doors and into the small room, it took its time to take in the sight. The floor and furniture were soaked with blood, bits of flesh littered from the blast of a gun, corpses carelessly left wherever they died. This proceeded throughout the entire trial. Seems this Prime Asset certainly had been hard at work. 

The Demon pranced its way up the stairs getting a nice, clear view of the pleading, writhing man through the thick glass. If only they could find a way out there… sadly they couldn't risk making Murkoff upset like that again. 

The last time they derailed the trial, they were drugged and isolated for nearly a month! So boring. The Demon wanted to enjoy this new trial for a while before finally wrecking havoc. 

They turned and looked towards the other side of the room a large glass window revealed quite the interesting sight. 

A large expop corpse missing its head was propped up into a red chair along the corner of the room, with someone laying in their lap. They were happily suckling on the breast of the corpse, wearing a white suit stained with blood. 

The Demon smiled, scoffing with astonishment. This place just gets better and better. 

“When is it my turn?”

The Demon said aloud with great excitement before turning to press the button behind them, in front of the window displaying the strung up man. They noticed that the tank within the trial was now being lifted, and that same man was beginning to panic, writhing and kicking as he pleaded for his life even louder.

The Demon's attention was quickly drawn back to the room with the corpse, noticing that whoever had been in its lap had fallen to the ground. 

He was starting to yell something as the Demon stepped closer, peering into the glass to look, drawing an… odd reaction from the Prime Asset. He stepped back, going completely silent and never breaking eye contact with the Demon as he opened the door and made his way out onto the balcony. He didn't acknowledge the hanging man as he made his way towards unseen doors on the other side of the balcony, eyes still glued to the Demon. 

Sugar and the Demon stared right back, nearly in shock at the sight. They knew who he was, they recognized him. The gun he carried, barrel now sawed very short, his Lupara. 

Why was Franco here? 

They had him under some alias, something they didn't understand. How could they have known the new Prime Asset was Franco…? And now they were here, watching as he finally disappeared behind those weird Murkoff doors. Was he trapped in here, too...? 

He looked like he had been hurt, terribly. The Demon felt nearly overwhelmed by it as Sugar's heart ached for him, but yet also trembled from seeing him again. A conflicting dance of affection and terror, a nasty but also quite expensive cocktail in the Upper ranking Hells. No one would believe they got this shit from the source. 

They continued through the trial, doing the weird tasks Murkoff wanted them to, all while trying to avoid being stabbed. The usual, though this time it was certainly odd…

The Demon was no fool, these were real products they were placing into the cooker. They were doing real shit here. 

What the hell was this place? 

The stories they would have for their buddies at the tavern after this all…

Soon they were pushing some big, rusted, heavy, cart on a track over towards the other half of the trial. The Demon was having a good time, even as Sugar was practically bursting at the seems to know what was going on here. How was Franco here? Why was he so important here? …and how would she ever explain this to him… could she even face him? She felt so oddly terrified. 

The Demon finally butted in, a little irritated at their own lack of thinking room from it all; “C’mon, you gotta chill out. I can't do this if you're panicking, I'm feeling it all.” 

“But why is he here??” 

“Hell if I know! This place is fuckin' crazy, and that's saying a lot. I'm sure you'll get to ask him soon–”

“No, I can't just talk to him! What if he's angry with me?”

“He killed you, sweetheart… at least, he thinks he did. He ain't gonna be mad at you.” 

“But what if–” 

Their outward conversation was interrupted as they stepped into “The Train Depot”, stopped short by a gunshot to the floor beside them, causing a small crater in the floor. 

The Demon didn't jump, only turning to face him slowly before Sugar almost instantly overtook the Vessel. 

The change from the Demon to Sugar was very quick and subtle, but it was clear to Franco that something was off about her. 

Well… other than the fact that she was here and alive. 

He watched her fucking body fall to the ground, he put a hole right through her pretty little skull. 

Was he being tormented purposely by these doctors? 

They already knew so much about him, throwing his past into his face at any possible chance they could. Those fucking bastards.

He stepped towards them, causing Sugar to step back a bit in response. Her eye flicked to the gun clutched in his hand. She hadn't forgotten that night, even after years had passed. 

She could still taste the salty, metallic blood choking her as she laid there. It was so vivid, so distinct in her memory. 

Franco looked irritated, frightened, angry. He looked her up and down with a scowl as he continued to approach her. Memories that had almost been left and forgotten were being dredged up just as he was enjoying himself here. 

“Is this supposed to be fuckin’ funny or somethin’? You think this is a joke??” He demanded, nearly shouting as  anger rose with each word he spoke. Guilt and regret gnawed away at him every day, as much as he tried to ignore it. This was the one thing this wretched place hadn't thrown back into his face, how did they even know about Sugar? Enough to impersonate her? 

He was just staring at her for a long while as these thoughts rushed through his mind. 

Was she even real? Who knew what these scientist fucks were doing to him, why wouldn't he be hallucinating? 

He snapped out of his spiraling thoughts as Sugar spoke up, smiling at him despite the fear she felt, seeing that same gun held in his hand.

“I.. I've missed you, Fran.”

[horrornvnfan]

Reagent #2145 - Brooke Pierson

Meet Brooke Pierson, a young woman from Sun Valley, Nevada! She and her twin sister, Beck Pierson, were admitted into the Sinyala Facility at the same time, and thanks to Brooke's persuasion of a few guards, they reside in the same Sleep Room!

[more about my reagents here]

Appearance Notes:

Big, fluffy, well-maintained brown hair.

Red-Magenta tank top, nylon material with a little cleavage hole.

Maroon red shorts, roomy.

Black knee pads and elbow pads.

Dark brown boots, leather straps around her calves and attached to her socks for fashion.

Jangly bracelets, two on each wrist. Yes, they make noise.

Black leather choker necklace with a silver loop.

Her upper right arm has a detailed tattoo of a red rose.

Brooke often wears make-up that she gets from the ring of contraband items (she's great for Doris's business, though often resells things and scams other Reagents)

[bonefries]

another outlast oc ive been working on under the cut tw some mentions of pregnancy and gore

this is "Fishy" a child to one of my ocs who i wont name rn. they re a child born in the trials due to a reagent sneaking their pregnancy past the initiation prep. their parent was presumed dead along with themself. though, a grunt gutted the still breathing reagent and took the infant. raising them as their own kin to the best of their ability and keeping them hidden away from murkoff staff.

but once Fishy started becoming curious and mobile, they never really stuck to one place much after. had to leave the nest a little early.

Fishy has the power to make others hallucinate things that arent really there. (mind games fr) and they use it as means to protect themself. their speculated age i would say is like 6 or 7? and often they will project to others the image of a feral child running on all fours/red enraged eyes and face coverings to scare away threats. They would only be known in the trials as a rumor or urban legend among reagents. Because after all, how the hell is there a kid here?

other notes:

-non verbal ( may use hallucinations to communciate. language learned from enviornment like the TVs, other expop mumblings, and primarily the mannequin children.)

-loves keys

-doesnt have a concept of right or wrong when it comes to dead bodies/corpses/the macabre due to growing up in the harsh enviornment.

-would like some socks or shoes that fit