#scrutinized tanner x reader

[bunch-of-self-insert]

•Imagine if tanner is secretly guarding your house•

•When you aren't at your home, tanner will come and look around.

•Do not worry, He won't try to steal anything nor led a fingertip on your computer.

•This is his second home.

•Did you seriously not notice why your house is so clean and neat at all?

•Tanner like a perfectly clean house, It would be bad if he hiding in the closet, and there is little spider climb on his beautiful hair or any of dust caught on his pearly white labcoat, right?

•Only one thing that makes you suspect is why your panties and bras are folded and Color separated so nicely?

•You thought it was just an imagination, that's why he can still remain in your house and do whatever he pleases while you're outside.

•If there is any thief tries to break into your house, they are so DEAD.

•He's the only one who can hide in your house and play with you, Your attention belongs to him. Alone.

•THE MAIN REASON WHY KIDNAPPER NEVER APPEAR, EVEN YOU OPEN ALL WINDOWS AND UNLOCKED ALL DOORS IN YOUR HOUSE.

•The kidnapper does not dare to mess with this smiled face murderer.

•Someone is stalking you? Don't be silly! Only Tanner can stalk you! He will make it clear to anyone fool enough to take his place.

•He writes a list of empty food in your fridge and puts it at your kitchen where you can see it, you never notice it, don't you?

•When you're sick, One day you found a nice and warm soup in your microwave, you wondered when did you cook it? But you eat it anyway.

•Just keep him entertaining and interesting in you, as long as you still found him break into your house, it's mean your house is safe from everything in the world, Except him.

•You're his favorite toy whose he has to take care of, Well..., for someone friendly (or fool *cough*) enough to leaves all windows and doors unlocked at night as if welcome for uninvited friends like you, need very good care after all.

[dihydromorphinone]

I CAN'T WAIT TO TASTE YOU.

after watching her for over a year, tanner can't control his urges anymore and he goes to claim what, he thinks, is rightfully his.

— tanner x reader, reader/character is implied to be female and in luna's place, not really smut but very suggestive it was supposed to be a smut though, kinda dark themed(!!) but it is consensual somehow TT, stalking references, i'll definitely write a part two with smut 👅, been writing this for four months;; kinda feel like i could've done better

if you like it pls reblog!! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

an: i wanted to try something new hehehe tell me if you like how it's written!! also dude... tanner voicelines are so cannibalistic and sexy,,, and i feel sooo bad i drank too much and i was sitting outside drinking beer with some random ahh guy at 3am and I'm pretty sure that something i took today got laced >_< this is my comfort fic yall.

tonight was oddly peaceful. the state of Montana, especially that one – someone would say cursed – town was the complete opposite of peace. with the sudden increase in crime; murder, kidnappings, disappearances mostly the city was covered with terror. the blueblood killer was definitely a real threat, a threat that is wandering free on the sickly covered in fog streets, while the poor citizens are left in the dark – and though he enjoys the exposition he has, for tanner it wasn't enough. it's never going to be enough.

he's cruel. psychotic, even. what sane person would happily murder so many of its own kind? none. and yet, there he was. enthusiastically setting feet rhythmically on the pavement, the heels of his elegant shoes making a barely audible 'click-clacks'. so much passion in each step; the same passion which drives him to inject toxins to humans and toying them with much visible sadism. tanner – the blueblood killer, had a very distinctive way of looking at the society. for him, it was nothing else than scum. trash, refuse; all the same. no human mattered to him. he treated mankind like a child would treat its toys; fun, but only for a moment. then the toy, or in tanner's case, a human can be tossed away into some corner, because it won't serve his purpose this well again. his definition of fun, however, was as cruel as he was. stalking, trespassing, closely observing his prey's emotional reactions and how the body and mind react separately depending on the circumstances and substances. his fun ends when the victim dies or acts repetitively – so he cherishes every moment of preying upon a human.

he found one exception, though – a young woman living not-so-far-away from his hideout; the captivating lady was a detective, with her home set close to the giant, maze-like forest, where the equally handsome doctor was spending his days, and if he wasn't out satiating his disgusting urges, nights. tanner has been watching her for over a year, falling prey to the female's plush lips, seemingly sweet demeanor and her abominable desires. in their own home, each human feels safe. the only place they can be themselves, do whatever they want to do. tanner pitied them - he always did. but for some reason, he still laughed at people who acted different indoors. he defied the whole purpose of safety, stripping the victim of it.

he’s stood in the shadows – where he preferred to be, for now. the thrill of being found was growing fonder and fonder on him, but now's not the right time, tanner would always repeatedly tell himself this like a mantra. like a plea to the sober-thinking part of him to let the other, more careless and darker part have some more fun. his thirst, though, for blood and flesh was just expanding more and more... insatiable, one would think. no matter how many victims would be reported, no matter how the blueblood killer's body count would go up, the urge was almost... attached to him.

through the tinted, mostly curtain-hidden windows, he could see her moving around. left and right she swayed, not getting enough sleep and forgetting basic self care because of her almost sick, he thought, altruistic urges. such a good, upstanding individual she was - someone to look up to, to worship... the woman deserved good, proper treatment only. especially from him - all the neglect is happening because his identity, still a secret, was wanted. tanner almost convinced himself that he feels pity and cries for her, being the source of her opposite of well-being, but in the end it's hard to judge and distinguish emotions while being hazed with mad, almost lusting feelings.

there was, however, no time to reflect the past actions, even if they're undoubtedly mingling with the present. he always did whatever his body and mind wanted, more or less heart. but he would be the last one to judge - there was no place for him and his 'sick' assessment. that being said, tanner finally realised he is in fact done waiting. their time together was pleasant and wholesome, but the urge will drive him to further madness if he won't do anyting about it soon. and since this isn't a mind matter, then it would be suitable to satisfy the flesh, disregarding the heart's wishes and indulge in the woman visible through the small gap in the curtains.

but his heart cannot be silenced this fast.

after searching for his trusted syringe and the mix of liquid midazolam and some other drug he put there previously, he cracked a small smile and sighed, being able to free himself after such a long time. his playtime with victims never lasted this long - this was but a miracle, something unexpected and ready to turn his peaceful, murderous life into something even more vile, dangerous and ruined. but the thought of disposing her like a loose trash didn't sit right with him; tanner was almost disgusted by the bare thought of causing her heart to stop permantly. he was having so much fun now, it'd be almost criminal... but, what is going to happen will eventually happen, so reveal himself to her, he shall.

the woman inside the cozy home was unaware of the terror right next her door, but even if she was - it didn't really matter. for her, the most important thing to do now was to catch that damned blueblood killer, to put end to the town's suffering... and her own grief. she's lost many of her friends and few family members to his wicked fantasies, and it only felt right to do something for the rapidly decreasing community. focused on her promethean task, she couldn't hear the light creak of her door and even lighter footsteps right behind her. only after tanner stood behind her, she could sense someone's presence. shiver ran down her spine, as she vividly remembered closing the door and definitely not inviting anyone, especially this late at night. fear paralyzed her, but then came the realisation.

it could be the blueblood killer. either she will get violently gutted, or she will make a life-changing discovery. and so, the captivating lady sighed, and prepared herself for the worst moments of her life. she turned around, surprising tanner. bold. she was definitely bold, unsure of the danger's scale, yet facing it bravely. his heart barely, but still, softened. endearing, so endearing... but it was too much for her. she closed her eyes right before facing him, squinting her eyes. his little plaything was even more captivating, he thought, smiling softly. though, she could never see it.

"who are you?" she asked, knowing well the answer is going to be fake or she will get no answer at all. or maybe some pistol on her forehead would be all she needed to know before her apparent, incoming demise? but she heard a small chuckle. "i'm the one you've been searching for. pardon me, miss, for keeping you up for so many nights. figured i'd better show myself in person."

his voice was oddly attractive. so pleasant to her ears, so pleasant she almost didn't get what he was saying - clearly, the murderer who got rid of solid few percents of the town's residents was before her, and he was aware of the search. well, it was obvious he will figure it out eventually, but the fact that he exactly knew that it was her... next thing she knew, his fingers were caressing her cheekbones, which made her open her eyes in a second. the sight made her lose her breath for a second.

the blueblood killer was undeniably handsome. sharp jaw, ideally shaped brows, perfect face ratio... not a single thing was wrong. he'd definitely pass as a model, or an angel, though the circumstances made her think of him as the devil. his appearance made it easy to sin. tempting. he was clearly her type, and deep inside of herself she was having a moral battle. she couldn't help the train of thoughts, all vile and lusting, all due to the bare sight of him. that didn't go unnoticed - tanner, as the aspiring master of knowing human reactions, realized she was captivated with him as much as she was with her. the syringe in his other hand, placed behind his back, almost fell to the floor. sweet, so sweet; it seems the paradise's gates won't be opened for him only.

"i've planned some fun activities for the two of us. don't worry, honey, you won't die. yet," the murderer smiled at the woman, terrified and enamored, still gazing at him. oh, how absurdly sweet she was... a perfect mix. with his large, gentle movements he still was caressing her cheek, but slowly moved down to her neck, tracing circles and various shapes. the lady was stunned - and tanner will also be as stunned as the detective, if he regains his mind clarity. but that did not matter; not for now, at least. she's here, next to him, looking at him with lust behind the pretty, sweet facade...

suddenly, the lady felt a sting on her neck. she hissed, and tanner shushed her, continuing to inject the tranquilizer liquid through the syringe. "this will only hurt for a while, i assure you. i wouldn't let you suffer for more, that is - unless you want me to," his poor, horrid jokes made her think about the event briefly, before losing consciousness. this is awful - she is awful, for even considering this monster as a human being, someone that could even potentially become her crush. but the shame can wait, she thought, as the man dressed in white lab coat and red tie came closer to her face and hovered above her, waving his hand as her eyes became droopy and eventually closed.

"good girl," tanner told her, though she couldn't hear those affectionate words. the effects were visible shortly - as if it were not for her perpetrator and his strong, muscular hands she would surely fall down, hitting herself and creating a possible injury. not today, tanner thought, not happening ever. why should she injure herself if the feared master of terror was always for her disposal? but even he wouldn't cut her too deep. the precious flesh of hers shall not be tainted with foolish, mortal-only limited bruises.

having his prized lady in his arms, he spared a few seconds more to admire her unconscious body. not like this was the first time he's seen it - this time was different, though, as he never actually held her like this. tanner closed his eyes swiftly, took a small, but deep breath and contemplated what to do next. it would be a shame to waste the precious liquid he just injected, though it was as precious as she was.

tanner knew her home well, sneaking inside when she wasn't home, and he was about to exploit this knowledge, just as he was about to exploit the sweet, sweet detective he oh-so-adored. holding her as softly as he could, but firm, he moved in the direction of her bedroom, clearly having some sort of a more detailed plan now. after entering, he put her still unconscious body on the big, fluffy bed and then went back to the living room to turn off the lights. should add some more vibes, tanner thought, grinning from ear to ear, as if it was his first time feeling happiness.

awakening from her slumber, she felt as if her wrists were restrained. and soon, she would learn her assumption was correct - although, it wasn't rope or anything extreme as she feared, no.. it was a fine, soft material, silk probably. sitting nice and tight on her skin. in her circumstances, getting tied up was the least she could worry about, and soon, she would find out; as the man's figure hovered over her body, multiple terrifying scenarios flashed her poor mind yet again. but was it surprising? no, it was expected even. her eyes became glassy, as if she'd cry in a second, at which tanner just... cooed. "oh, what's this now? i told you already, i won't let you suffer by my hand unless you want it," tanner replied, bringing his hand to her cheek and gently caressing her already tear-stained flawless skin.

the word gentle did not sit right with him, obviously. his actions were confusing to the extreme; but she wouldn't refuse anything the man would offer. not like she'd even be able to - but he made her think she has a choice and whatever happens next is up to her. what a cruel illusion - one of freedom and safety, that he won't take anything she doesn't want him to. in his mind, she was already his. equal to him, even, though he wouldn't like to see her running around with some sedatives, tranquilizing random people on the street like he does on some nights.

tanner did not retreat his hand, seeing his darling still conflicted but not showing any signs of reluctance. if anything, she was very compliant, and so he shall make sure she's rewarded for her obedience. "could you.. um.. untie me?" she asked, earning yet another one of tanner's smiles. what a silly girl, he thought, asking questions like this. but do whatever she wants him to do, he shall.

"no thrashing and squirming, okay? and i'll give you a piece of freedom," the man said, to which she nodded. she wouldn't want to cross him, never. bringing her arms closer, he slowly undid the bindings on her wrists, brushing his lips softly on the soft flesh of hers. it was somehow... intimate. the way he presented himself to her; she knew he's dangerous. one wrong move or word could probably get her killed, and yet - the way he is now with her speaks a whole different story. one couldn't just see him as a psychotic, sadistic murderer; not when his actions were those of a lover, not a killer. thinking about him in this way was surely a sin. the woman's train of thought, however, was rudely interrupted.

"stop thinking so much," he murmured against her ear. "no point in being so worried. i came here to do what i wanted for a long, long time, you know?" tanner started delicately biting the skin on her ear, chuckling a bit at his own words. "tonight, you shall become rightfully mine. i was thinking of claiming you in a different scenario but i just can't keep myself away from you, sweet girl." her breath hitched, in fear or excitement - she did not know. the anticipation, his face being so close to her own; she was surely about to go insane after tonight. and as tanner buried his face in her neck, she started trying to regain at least part of her mind's long gone clarity.

he's a murderer. a terrible person. he's creating hell on earth. she knows he is awful and she should scream in terror, but her fleshy, earthly desires are clouding her judgement a tad too much. up to this moment, she knew who he is - a killer. his sly antics tonight made her forget about his cruelty, but she shall see him as a criminal, a murderer yet again - he's going to kill her all the same, the difference will be the weapon of choice. he will stab her relentlessly all the same, but not with any blade or syringe. cursing her coveting mind, she brushed all concerns aside and let him have his way with her.

she's going to let him ruin her, deprave her - and she will enjoy every second of it.

[tabbycatto]

Hello! I'm so happy that there are people who write for Tanner from Scrutinized!

Can I request imagine with Tanner, if so there is a summary:

Tanner as always sneaks into female reader's home, while she is gone. But then she suddenly come back with her friends, so Tanner hides in her closet. And they have fun and decide to play 7 minutes in heaven.

Don't worry about mistakes at least in this work because I'm not a native speaker too.

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN - ONE SHOT

warnings: Tanner being a fucking creep, description of death, stalking, noncon touching, shit writing, not proofread!

no use of Y/N

words: 727 (somehow)

(sorry it took 2 fucking years to reply omg)

stalker! Tanner x fem! reader

It’s been two months old routine for Tanner now. Watching, lurking, waiting. He learned the entirety of your schedule, when you go to work, when you sleep, when you wake up. When you’re not in the house, he just loves to go trough your things, today was no different. You went out with your friends on this warm summer evening for drinks. Tanner knew this, he also knew that you are usually gone for at least one hour, which was enough for him to shamelessly go trough your dirty laundry, occasionally shoving a piece of pretty panties in his pocket to smell later. He was proud of his little collection of your things especially your undies. It always left you wondering, searching the whole house for a clean pair, oblivious to this madman’s relentless digits stealing them.

He was in his element, when his ears perked up on the noise and laughter from the main door. He sneaked to take a look at the commotion and there were you with your friend group having the time of your lifes. You all stumbled into your home laughing and chatting with no worry in the world. Tanner had no time to run out of the house and he could not risk being seen. He creeped back into your bedroom and slipped into your spaceful closet. Anticipation gnawing at his ribs.

Some time passed by, there was still loud chitchat, but the bedroom door creaked open. Tanner looked trough the little cranny from the closet. This loverboy almost drooled at the sight of you, he was like a dog in heat. His fingers twitching in desperate need to touch you, caress you, take you, anything. You walked in with a few of your friends, talking. „Come on, guys! We’re not in school anymore! Who even plays 7 minutes in heaven.“ You were protesting. „Yeah, but this will be fun!“ One friend countered, wiggling her brows at you and pushing you further into the room along with your another guy friend, who kept furiously blushing. Tanner’s jaw went tight, his throat bubbling with jealousy, fingers now shaking with rage. „Okay, fine! Just let me go take a piss.“ You pushed trough them into the bathroom. Your friends left the room with laughter, leaving the guy friend alone in the bedroom, waiting for your return. He was nervously pacing around.

Tanner went red with anger. „SHE’S MINE!“ His mind is screaming. He reaches into his pocket, taking out a syringe with lethal poison. He’s slowly stepping out of the closet, inching closer and closer towards that friend of yours. The guy turned around just in time for Tanner to roughly stick the needle into his neck, sending the poison down his jugular. Your friend didn’t even have the time to yell out as he crumbled to the floor in convulsions. Tanner dragged him by his armpits into the closet. After that he dusted off his white coat, adjusting his red tie and hid behind the door waiting for you.

You sigh as you place your hand over the door handle and after a short while you open them. You look around, brows furrowed in confusion, when you can’t see your friend anywhere. You walk into the room, calling his name. The door behind you closes with a loud thud, which startles you. You swiftly turn around and are met with a huge grin of a strange man with an even stranger attire. Before you have a time to scream for help, he’s already clasping a hand over your mouth, his face uncomfortably close to yours. „Shh shh, little one, we don’t want company, now do we?“ He says in a sing song voice, guiding you to your bed, his other hand is on your lower back. You start to struggle in his grip, but he’s too strong. You desperately claw at his chest, kick his shins, bite at his palm, but nothing seems to work. He keeps the sinister smirk on his face. „Now now, sweetheart, stop this struggle before I’ll have to use force.“ His smile never fades, quite the opposite, it widens. You stare at him with fear, your eyes watering. „There, sweetheart...“ he caresses the side of your face, his other hand squeezing at your breast. „i think it’s my turn to play 7 minutes in heaven with you.“

[gloryy-vs]

Hehehehe so about scrutinized maybe a lovesick tanner or kidnapper I don’t mind and another one is yandere kidnapper wanting to keep them for himself but they have a lover or crush on someone please and thank youuu❤️❤️😘🫶🫶

heueheueh. this will be a multi chapter! ||

Love Sick

tanner x (fem implied) reader , stockholm syndrome , kidnapping , jealousy , stalking , creepy behavior from tanner ||

your computer screen began to slowly burn your retinas, the blue light had formed a headache long ago. going through countless reports, sorting out the bullshit karen complaints and filing the ones that screamed ‘suspect’. all while being oblivious to the well suited creep making rounds around your home.

you couldn’t be to blame, each time you checked your home security cameras, not a single thing seemed out of place. it was like whatever wanted in was serious, and took a good look at all the blind spots around your home to avoid getting caught. you checked the clock, realizing you’ve been up almost 24 hours. pushing yourself from the desk, you stretched your arms up to break the tension.

“rather call it a night now. don’t feel like adding insomnia to the list of medical concerns.” glancing to your phone, you had three missed texts from your current fling, a fine man with a good job who had taken you on a few dates. checking through them, you resorted to responding later. it’s not like they’d be up at 4am anyways.

clearing up your work area and double checking to make sure your windows were locked downstairs, you sauntered up to your room, holding onto the railing to aid your fatigued eyes that could barely stay open now that they had no reason to. you skipped the shower, as all you did was sit at home all day in the same clothes with minimal movement. slipping into bed, you got real comfy.

“oh fuck..” you mumbled, looking up the window above you. you forgot to check it. but in theory it shouldn’t be unlocked. you never open it. shrugging the anxiousness away, you turn on your back, letting your eyes shut to fall into a much needed sleep.

that’s when he creeped in, white suit and blood red tie. fidgeting with window locks was nothing new, sneaking into women’s homes was routine, and watching you, well that was an everyday thing. every date you’ve been on, every grocery trip you made, all the reports you’d file. tanner was there, watching everything. seeing how ambitious you were to catch criminals, low scale ones compared to him, but bastards nonetheless.

creeping towards your sleeping figured, admiring the way your chest would rise and feel with each breath. his calloused hand slipped into the picked of his doctors coat, revealing his syringe. tanners eyes never left you, wanting to make sure he could strike unbeknownst to you. repositioning the needle in his hand, he crawled on the bed on top of you, his left arm pressing into the mattress by the side of your head.

feeling the weight shift and mattress dip, your eyes fluttered open, only to be met with his face mere inches from yours. gasping, you gripped onto the sheets in fear. within seconds he sunk the needle into your neck, injecting you with a small dose of midazolam. “let’s talk.” was the last thing you heard before your vision blurred, and thoughts became clouded. and the very last thing you could feel was being hoisted up and thrown over the culprits shoulder.

[slut4megantheestallion]

where are the scrutinized ( tanner grayton) fanfics at? Like he deserves more fanfics on here. I miss that smiling, cheery, cannibalistic, stalker, murderous bastard.

[1gh0stboy1]

-Red Pearl- I had recently rewatched a gameplay of Scrutinized and had been curious as to whether fanart had been made. I had gone to Tumblr and I didn't find as much fanart as the amount of writing. I had come up with this concept for a Tanner X (Androgynous) Reader. In this story the reader runs a dark web organization called The Pearly Gates, under the alias The Angel. Part one - 1,452??? words (I edited a bit) Enjoy. ----------------------------------------------------

They say to be careful in the city. One could never know who they were passing by on the street, standing next to on the train, or sitting next to in the bar.  

The clink of glasses and cheers surrounded a couple at the bar. Despite having just met that evening, the tension between the two was dense. To any outside of observer, it seemed that the two had an instant spark. Well, that’s what appeared to be.  

Tanner Grayton, a young man, with hair slicked back, wearing a form fitting under shirt adorned with a striking red tie and black slacks with polished black dress shoes. A brown coat draped over the back of the bar stool he sat in. Most notably he wore a bright smile that seemed to never drop as he laughed and talked with the company across from him.  

The conversation coming to slow. The, what Tanner would describe as a striking being, had flashed a coy smile and played with the rim of their glass. “So, Tanner. What made you come to the city?” They had asked after flagging down the bartender for a fresh drink.

 “Business. My company is always expanding. It was time for a move.” Tanner had taken the drinks from the bartender and nodded to thank her. He had quickly passed the drink over. 

Stirring the drink for a moment, they finally followed up their question. “Big move, coming here. You ain’t got family that’s missing you?”  

“Not really, not may living relatives, those who are alive I don’t speak to.” There was something so exciting about fabricating pity. Watching their expressions worn as a faux fur coat. Tanner supposed that it just made wrenching their true guilt and fear out all that more exciting. In front of thousands of viewers, just as twisted and sadistic as himself. The adrenaline seemed the pump throughout his body, but Tanner was good, had learned to keep himself calm and collected until he had his prey completely isolated. Moving here showed more opportunities than he had estimated.   “You know, you never told me your name?” He asked.  

A pause, as if deciding. They sip their drink, then finally settling they turn and look up at Tanner. “You can call me Angel.” They smiled, leaning in. “but I’m far from one.” Getting up from their seat they leave him, staring as they walked seamlessly pass the crowd. Glancing back as they slipped into a back door.  

Sat stunned for a moment, replaying the image of their eyes in his mind, he felt his heart beat a little quicker. The adrenaline making his mind run a little faster. Proving themselves to be far more interesting, Tanner would almost say it was a shame what he was going to put them through. Taking his coat, he followed them out the back door.  

He found Angel at the end of the alley behind the bar, lighting a cigarette. They look out to the street, before finally noticing Tanner. They smiled, “Not to freak you out but, I think you’re perfect.”  

“Perfect? How?” He played along, slowly making his way towards them. Readying the syringe behind his back. 

“You just moved here; you came from nothing. You seemed to be interested in me enough.” They turn to face him. “You made this evening run on schedule, I’m a little sad this evening is coming to an end soon.”  

A sharp sting at the neck seemed to interrupt them. “Don’t be so sad, the fun is just beginning.” Tanner begins to push the syringe top down.  

“Motherfu-” Angel pushed against his arm. Pulling the needle out as they got Tanner off of them.  

Tanner was taken aback and at the same time undeniably giddy. As if he were five again, happily clutching onto a new toy. Getting this aching urge to sink his fingers skin deep.  Glancing at the syringe and holding the puncture from the needle on their neck, “What’s in that? Propofol?” their voice demanding and slightly annoyed. A sleek black car pulls up on the side of the road. The doors opened quickly and men in iridescent white masks with gold accents and black uniforms step out. One immediately at Angel’s side and escorting them to the car. “Grab him, throw him the back. Have his syringe and myself checked out immediately.”   The two remaining masked men quickly had Tanner thrown into the back of the backseat of the car. Without resistance, Tanner took his place comfortably.  

“Midazolam, you tried putting me down with midazolam?” Angel rolled their eyes and tossed the syringe in the cup holder.   “I’m a little surprised you aren’t acting at least a little drowsy.” Tanner pipped in.  “You didn’t get that much in me before I pulled it out- Who are you?” Angel was sat in the front passenger seat, staring directly out the windshield and only glancing back through the rearview mirror.  “I think were of similar businesses.” He glanced around the vehicle. The inside finished with tan coverings, a million buttons that one could only guess what they do, a fancy screen, and most importantly the men who sat beside Tanner, and driving the car.  “I don’t believe you and I are the same.” Angel seemed to direct the driver on where to turn next.   Tanner takes a closer look around, “So you don’t belong to the Pearly Gates?”   A silence seemed to fill the car, “On second thought make a left.” The driver nodded and did as they were told.  Tanner already unsettling wide smile grows a little wider, “Interesting, you only seem to get more interesting.” Shaking his head he stares; some might say admires Angel. “What a pleasure it is to meet with you. As you already know I’m Tanner.”  Tanner goes one, letting all the jitters he was feeling at the bar go as he started to introduce himself truthfully.   As Angel sighs exasperated by the constant yapping of their guest in the backseat. A muffled buzz lets out from their coat and they pull out a cell. “So, you got yourself indebted to Adam?” They interrupt.   “I did. There was an outstanding citizen, she had gone to great lengths to find her cousin’s killer that I decided to commend her on her hard work.” Tanner happily explained.   Angel kept reading on about Tanner, “How kind of you.” They spoke sarcastically. “It also says you had the police trailing you on a murder you committed then.”   “Slight oversight.” He waves off.  “You should’ve been more careful.” They bluntly stated. “Is this why you really moved here?”   “No, I was being honest when I said it was time for an upgrade.” Tanner looked out the tinted windows as he spoke, noticing the same tall glass building that had been across the bar, he had just now realized that they had been driving in circles. “As I said before the city offers so many opportunities.” He turns back to Angel, “Why don’t we help one another?”   “What do you have that could be useful to me?” They put their cell back into their coat pocket.  “You specialize in tracking down corrupt officials and lowlifes on the run from prison time. You’re pretty hated upon on in the community.” “Just because I go after those who could arguably deserve it, doesn't mean I'm any better than the rest of them."   Tanner seemed to dwell of those words for a second, something about those self humbling words rubbed him the wrong way, something so unfamiliar that it caused disgust. “Right- well, you’ve done a good job at keeping yourself hidden from even the most obsessed epistemophiles, but that does keep you rather isolated.” Tanner leaned in. “Let be a resource for you, an outside quiet helper.”   Angel turned, now fully looking Tanner in the eye, “Why?” Tanner’s face shown confusion, so Angel continued, “I don’t take you for a man who just willingly decides to help someone like me at a random? What do you want?”   “Your assistance. You know how to keep your identity secret; I need that if I’m going to thrive here. Help me keep my expansion quiet and you’ll get whatever information you need from me.”   For a moment, everything stills, slows down and comes to a halt, as Angel scans every inch of Tanner’s face for even the slightest suggestion he was lying. “Fine.”  “So, we have a deal?” He asks as Angel turns to sit correctly in their seat.  “Not yet, I’d like to iron out some boundaries and details first. I hope you didn’t have any other plans tonight.”  “No, I didn’t. You have me all to yourself this evening.” 

[fandomwritingbit]

To the lovely person who sent me the Tanner request, just wanna let you know it's received and I'm working on it. Xx

[eveenstar]

Howdy Howdy Eli, I was wondering if you would pander to my hankering for some more scrutinized headcanons; could you please cater to this with a few more headcanons you've got? Thank you in advance!

Howdy! Haven't done or seen anything Scrutinized related in a while, so I'll answer this with the memories I have of it! Hope you like it, and have a great day/night! ♡

Scrutinized - Doctor Tanner HC's (+gender-neutral!reader)

Tanner is human, like all of us - this includes needing sleep, food, the basics to survive. However, that does not exclude the fact that the doctor can and WILL sabotage his own body to see just how far his boundaries go. He must know if the human body can adapt to a new lifestyle.

Yes, he finds the human body beyond interesting and loves to study it in very...unsafe and unprofessional ways. Testing his theories on himself is just how far his sadistic-masochist mind will go - if he doesn't have any volunteers of course.

This is when you come in. After a while, Tanner's body is, saying in a uneducated way, running 1 mile per hour. He can stay awake up to three whole days and nights and his mind will be working full time - this allowed him to stalk your home longer without the boring tasks that take to keep his body functioning during daylight properly.

He's insane, even if he doesn't mean you any harm, Tanner is an insane man who proudly carries the burden of being, in his words, "a good doctor" - but is he really? If you've done your search, you'd have your theories...all pointing to a big, red 'NO'.

Of course, if you wish to remain alive and in your home, never bring up your discoveries to Tanner. Just accept his reality.

Still, Tanner still did his studies, so he'll become your personal doctor if you let him test some of his harmless theories on you, nothing too bad, he assures.

Don't agree with your doctor's opinion? Ask Tanner. Need someone to read clinical exams? Ask Tanner. It makes his ego swell with the attention and he can't help but feel like the best man alive. No, he doesn't see himself as better than the other doctors, some of them are just...close-minded. Inferior beings who refused to open their eyes to what the world could be if only they tried.

That topic can make Tanner rant for hours if you get this man in a pretty bad humor, which is usually rare. He doesn't show his vulnerable side, even to his S/O - Tanner would rather let you see his 'bright' and smiley self even if you know it was just somewhat of a facade.

Despite being clearly unstable, Tanner is great at small talk and always finds a way to get a laugh out of you - he does have his charms, after all, he's a human being. He can make it seem like you both are a perfectly normal couple despite being a wanted criminal and a escapee from a distant psyquiatric ward (don't let him know you know that last part tho.)

You love his bright, "normal" side. He'll hug you from behind, watch movies, help you around the kitchen, help with your studies/work, like a normal boyfriend would.

Oh, if you decide to study medicine, or show curiosity in his studies, you bet this man will be flying over the roof - he'll be so bubbly and giddy and he would start to call you his "little assistant" jokingly. Seriously, you being interested just makes this man feel butterflies in his stomach.

8.5/10 at taking care of you when you're sick. He can be a biiiiiit annoying at it and tell you how you "shouldn't eat snacks/unhealthy food while sick".

5.5/10 when being taking care of when HE'S sick. He basically tells his body to "handle it" and keeps his routine until it eventually gives up and you'll find him in the couch, coughing and trying to read some books about random medicine themes. He'll laugh at your attempts to help him feel better but deep down he finds it adorable.

[fandomwritingbit-main]

Tanner kidnapping a reader (Scrutinized Game)

WARNING: about kidnapping, lots of swearing and reference to a gun and syringe. (Mdni)

Notes: Tanner from the game scrutinized kidnapping the reader ig lol. I'm not gonna apologise for changing Tanner's personality a bit, whilst I love how weird and nerdy he is in the game's true ending, nothing like you'd imagine a fecking kidnapper, I wanted to make him a bit more ... idk banter-y and he is definitely english-ified cos its the only way that ik how to write lol.

~

Rolling your eyes, you open the Suspicious Person Report, annoyed because anyone would  be surprised how many of these reports were faked. It seems that some people like to file random things just for the banter. It makes you angry. Sitting here, back stiff, eyes aching, on your third cup of coffee in as many hours; with arseholes wasting your time with false reports. The one you were skimming through now, involved a young woman who's neighbours had overheard screaming and other worrying noises coming from her house. Seems interesting at a first glance but a quick look at her social medias through SocialSpy, told you that once again, nothing was wrong. She was a goddamn streamer who'd just had a horror marathon - of-pissing-course. A joke really that some stepford wife lady would file this. Come on, it doesn't take Sherlock to tell if screaming is on a TV or not.

You close all your investigative tabs and drag the SPR to the shredder, happy that another report was sorted, but exasperated that there were upwards of ten to go. Alas, not a lot you can do. But before you can open the next report, you remind yourself to check the security cameras. A lot of rumours had been circling that criminals were stepping up their game in targeting people like you, a extra precautions were warranted.

When your SecCam app connected, you saw nothing as expected. Flicking through haphazardly, you see something move. The grainy quality of the camera made it hard to see what it was, but there was something. You zoom in and the view of your front garden becomes more and more pixilated. Whatever had moved and caught your eye - was gone and your brain decided to blame it on the neighbours cat. You ignore it and return to the SPR.

~

Just as you are looking through a later report your connection dies. Damn it. God damn it. You say to yourself as you strain to get up from your desk. Back aching. Once again, just a as you were mid-processing a case, seconds away from finalisation, the wifi disconnected. This was ludicrous.

Nervously you turn around, an odd feeling of being exposed crossed you. And a small part of your brain imagined what would happen is someone was there. Those new BOLOs had you rattled. Mercifully there was nothing, just your empty living room, illuminated by a dimming light bulb and the hypnotising light of your desktop. This was an inconvenience, an inconvenience that could cause you to miss a case. Absolutely ridiculous.

You huff your way down the hall, periodically looking behind you to settle your frantic nerves. You wore a pistol on your hip that was heavy and cold to the touch. It was dangerous and personally you didn't agree with the gun control laws in your country, however when in your line of work, it helped to have some protection. Working for the law and convicting the evil bastards of the world, made you a massive target for the ones in hiding. That is why being exposed in the hallway worried you so much. And to top it off, as you walked past the bathroom you were sure you heard someone whisper something.

It sent shivers down your spine and implored you to gingerly pry open the bathroom door... it was empty. The small room completely as you left it, untouched, the window still bolted. Hearing things, you conclude and scurry out of the room, closing the door behind you. Was it possible to be so tired that you could imagine an intruder? Perhaps...

Swiftly reaching your target - the cupboard in your room - you reset the wifi dongle, wait for it to sort itself out, then turn it back on. All done, now back to work.

As you open the door to the room and step out, a noise made you freeze. Looking up you see a man wearing a white lab coat peeking at you around the corner. Your heart stopped, as dread clawed up your spine. Unable to move, you could only watch as the perpetrator put a finger to his lips mischievously and ducked back, disappearing from your view.

It was utterly silent and you had no idea what to do. You could move now, your brain regaining control, but devastatingly you had no other choice than to confront your new house guest.

Each step towards the living room was torturous, the sound bouncing through the apartment - allowing the assailant to know of your every move. But unbeknownst to him, you were strapped.

You round the corner, the gun now clutched tightly in your palm. He was nowhere to be seen...

Fuck.

It took you a moment to realise that the cupboard next to the corner was closed. Unlike before. You had him. There was no where else he could be, except there. Hiding in the cupboard, waiting for you to open it - no doubt he would then pounce, attacking you in whatever way he had planned. You felt comfort in the knowledge of where he was, but now you had no choice but to "introduce yourself".

Breathing to steady your nerves, you point the gun at the door. And speak.

"Listen here you prick, I have a gun. Open the door slowly and I might not use it." You tried to speak in an authoritarian manner, but the fear in your voice could be heard. Inside the cupboard you could hear the man laughing. As he chuckled, the door knob began turning.

Seconds later the man emerged, arms raised slightly, as a form of surrender. You notice a syringe of unknown liquid held between two of his fingers.

"Well... this is awkward." The assailant said, finding some humour, even though you had him at gun point.

"No shit. Drop the syringe." You had more weight to your voice now you had him in your sights and the element of surprise was gone.

"I'd rather not. This stuff is expensive." He spoke with a level of intelligence and perhaps even mockery, it annoyed you, but you had to keep calm.

"Put it on the table then... just get rid of it." He laughed at you again.

"I'd rather put it in your neck, but... sure." The man walked slowly towards the side table and placed his syringe down. He then turned sharply to look at you.

The swiftness of the movement made you jump, but you managed to stifle it and keep your pistol aimed at him. He gave you a look that you interpreted as, 'what now?' You'd already decided however and were hesitant to commit. Alas you followed your training, and swung the gun at the man's head in a futile attempt to knock him unconscious.

Much to your anguish, the perpetrator grabbed your arm just as it was about to collide with his skull.

"Nearly dear..." he tutted. You wrench your arm free, and point the gun back at him. Your breath is shaking and your chest raises up and down sporadically. The reality that he very easily could have disarmed you, didn't go amiss. He was around six foot and probably weighed a lot more than you, and yet he didn't try to take the gun away from you. It was unnerving.

"Go sit. Over there." You rasp, almost becoming unhinged.

"You know, I'm beginning to think that you are all talk, dear. Is the gun even loaded?"

In spite of yourself (and your situation) you sniggered,

"Yeah, and if you want to find out for sure, I can show you." You gesture harshly with the gun as you speak, shaking it at the assailant.

He mouthed "oooooooh" in a school yard way, blatantly making fun of you.

The intruder paced his way to the chair in the corner and took a seat, placing one foot on the others knee and looking surprisingly relaxed. It was clear to you that there is something wrong with this guy, what sick person finds humour and even pleasure from being held at gun point.

"Are you going to tie me up?... its not my thing... but I'll try it." Much to your dismay you couldn't stop a smirk grazing your lips, what an audacious prick, a lascivious, salacious bastard. The smile was in sheer disbelief and a small part of you had some admiration for his unbothered attitude, and the offender found this monstrously funny. You hung your head in shame attempting to conceal the snickering. Feeling almost embarrassed, like giggling in front of a strict teacher. However you kept your head on straight and got to work fulfilling this creep's kink.

~

"Nice and tight." You muttered, as you triple checked the security of the rope. You were curious about this man, what his motives are, why he hadn't tried to escape, who he was; so you grabbed another chair and set it in front of the criminal.

He was handsome, for a potential kidnapper. He had a perfect jawline that appeared to be sculpted by the Gods. Additionally he had immaculate dark hair, not a single strand out of place. And his eyes, god, his eyes. They were dark hazel, entrapped by long eyelashes and it was clear that they housed a very intelligent and well-educated soul. Why the hell, would someone like him do this? He could be a model, for God's sake. You clear your head and remember the situation, now is not the time to admire someone.

"Who are you?" You spoke sternly, awaiting an answer, suddenly tired of everything.

"Why, isn't this an interesting method." He mused, was he attempting to rile you up? If so, it was working. For goodness sake it was 4:43 in the morning, you didn't have time for this.

"Come on, what is your name? I need something to put on the report." this was true.

"Tanner, sweetheart. And you're y/fn. You're 27 and a private investigator... I know all about you." He tilted his head to one side, looking you up and down whilst he stretched the word all. It was clear that this Tanner guy had done his research.

"Why are you here? What do you want from me?" You were impatient now. It felt like you were getting no answers. And this bastards cheery disposition and mocking tone was royally pissing you off. But despite all his unbothered front, sat now opposite him you noticed the bouncing of his leg: he was nervous. That made you smile, his stage personality clearly wasn't as thorough as he'd have liked. Tanner shook his head in response to your questioning.

"Come on, leave something to the imagination." He smiled as he spoke, acting as if this were a normal conversation.

You stood up, rubbing your eyes. You need a break. It was as if the nights events were all coming down on you at once. Looking back at your prisoner, you decided to go and file the report now... and question this prick later.

"Where are you going? Bored already? They weren't kidding when they said you never stopped." He was trying to engage you, egg you on, and although you were interested, you knew that you needed 10 minutes to get your head together. You make the decision and walk off, sitting in your room, leaving the door open.

Turning on your work phone, you opened your emails and began formulating a report. You fill in what little information you know,

Name : Tanner (allegedly)

Age : 25-35

Education: n/a - Obviously highly educated (manner of speech ect)

Height : around 6ft

Weight : n/a

Eyes : brown/hazel

Hair : br...

However it wasn't long before exhaustion took hold and keeping your eyes open became impossible. You fall asleep lying back on your bed, your phone still on and abandoned beside you.

~

A while later, you jolt awake... or attempt to, as something held you down firm. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and take in what you were seeing.

"Good morning..." the voice was Tanner's and reality hit you like a tonne of bricks. He was straddling you, his legs gripping your hips tightly. While one of his hands lightly caressed your face. His finger moved from you cheekbone to your lips and made the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention.

"Sleep well?" He added, no meaness in his voice, only mockery. It was then that you caught sight of the syringe clasped in his hand. The same one from earlier. How stupid of you to not remove it. He noticed your horrified expression and put two and two together.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt." He cooed.

He moved his position to hold your hands together in one of his and moved the syringe closer to you. The point was pressed against the side of your neck, then slowly traced further down, causing you to shiver. Your heart skipped a beat when he leaned in closer, so close that you could feel the sensation of his breath on your skin.

"Not up to playing? That's okay... soon we'll have all the time in the world..." you gasped at the statement, understanding what was about to transpire. Your eyes opened even wider as you thrashed underneath him. All your attention was fixated on the syringe and its inevitable insertion.

"God," he muttered, almost whispering in your ear. "tonight is going to be great."

And with that, the syringe was pressed into your throat, you couldn't feel anything, or see anything for that matter. All that remained was the thought that this monster was kidnapping you.

Then everything went black.

~

if you made it this far, imma shoot my shot: have a looksie at fandomwritingbit (my side blog for exactly this sort of thing) I’m always after writing some Tanner stuff sfw and not, so give us a shout. 

[bunnywithablog]

Miscellaneous Characters/Discontinued

rules | main masterlist

please keep in mind i am NOT taking requests for any of these characters!! brainstorms, thought-dumps or thirsts are acceptable!

BNHA/MHA

⚡Denki Kaminari⚡

s/o with a kitsune quirk hc's - f!reader

☀️Eijiro Kirishima☀️

Slashers

🎄Billy Lenz(1974)🎄

🛸Predator/Yautja🛸

💉Tanner Grayton💉

Others

Seven Deadly Sins

👑king x mute!f!reader - angsty love confession drabble

👤gowther x human!reader - reaction to s/o suddenly running scenario

🔨diane x human!reader - reaction to s/o suddenly running scenario

Until Dawn

🪓mike munroe x m!reader - makeout scenario

[weloveallthewrongpeople]

I don’t understand how almost no one is talking about Tanner’s line: “I can’t wait to taste you.” And how yearning and airy his voice sounds when he says it- LIKE- I think it speaks for itself. That could either be very sexual or very cannibalistic, but I favor the former.

So, for my first post, I’m here to remedy the fact that this line isn’t being talked about with a scenario I wrote. And it’s probably going to be one of the first smut works on the Scrutinized tag even though so many people, including me, are tripping, stumbling, and falling for this man.

This is a NSFW scenario.

Pairing: Tanner x female reader

Warnings: smut, oral sex, overstimulation, referencing female genitalia, reference to passing out

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Imagine being underneath Tanner as he tastes you, eats you, really. His arms underneath your legs with his warm hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart or feel them quiver as they tense around his head. As your breathing gets harsher, and your whimpers and cries of his name get louder, he hums in pleasure, pressing vibrations from his low tone against your core and causing your walls to clench around his tongue in a spasm of ecstasy. He brings one of his hands to your stomach as it quickly rises and falls with each uneven, labored breath. It fascinates him to no end watching the responses of your body to the smallest things he does. The way your muscles contract and tense, relax and stretch from his mouth alone draws him into an almost insatiable state. There’s nothing sweeter than the way you taste when you’re shouting his name like a prayer. He parts from your core briefly with a lewd pop to catch a breath, and as your hips roll toward him, he digs his nails into the heated skin of your inner thighs. You’re so good. Yet like this, you make it so hard for him to stay in control of himself. The plushness of your body gives him an endless range of places to eagerly grab, stroke, kiss, and bite. But this is definitely his favorite. He immediately brings his mouth back to you, licking a hard stripe from your entrance to your clit and circling it with the tip of his tongue. You can’t stop the cry surprise that escapes your throat at the sudden shocks of pleasure that shake your body. Your thighs instinctively tense around his head, harder than before, and that seems to be the trigger for Tanner. He’s instantly moving up onto his knees, dragging your body slightly down the bed as his hands pull your trembling thighs apart to rest on his shoulders. He can look at you far easier this way, and as his eyes meet yours, he presses his hot tongue back into your soaking opening without warning. Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes roll back into your head and shut. You try, and fail, to muffle a whimper as he closes his lips over your vulva and gives a harsh suck. He adores seeing you become such a mess because of him. The sheen of sweat on your skin, and your hair splayed around your head on the sheets made you so perfect. The heavy breaths that fell from your parted lips, and the movement of your body drugged him with lust. You’ve already cum twice, but overstimulation isn’t that uncommon with Tanner. He’s far from finished, and unless you can somehow turn the tables, passing out from his deliciously torturous attention is very possible.

[bunch-of-self-insert]

Imagine Tanner is nervous being in a relationship with you.

•for a murderer like him, tanner is like a lone wolf.

•Any sane people wouldn't want to get near him.

•even when he was an ordinary doctor, he never interesting in being in a relationship with anyone.

•he's really not getting used to being a loved one.

•it's nice. But. A tickling feeling in his chest is what he never felt before.

•he like it when you compliment him whenever he does anything for you.

•He does remember every important day such as The day both of you are getting together or the first time you two dating.

•The worst part is he can not decide what to give you on that day.

•It took him the whole day or even a week.

•He won't give you the gift directly.

•tanner will break into your house at night then disappear, by leaving a gift on your bed.

•Don't forgets to give him some compliment afterward.

•He's really spoiled you, in his own way as I said.

•Tanner is also a good house husband.

•You don't have to worry about your house getting dirty, have to eat instant food, or going to bakery anymore.

•he can be everything for you.

•if you kiss on his cheek or his lip when he's lost in his mind.

•you will make him jump easily.

•then he'll take revenge on you by jumpscare you from the ceiling.

•Do not tease him too much.

•yea, being in a relationship with him means you can see his other side which anyone can not see.

[dihydromorphinone]

I like ur scrutinized fic. Just a quick question: Is tanner the blueblood killer or the BBK unnamed, and Tanner is tanner, I prefer tanner being himself in the gam3 instead of the blueblood killer, but I can't wait for the next chapter.

very glad you liked it! i won't make you wait long for another chapter tomorrow is my day off so i will have a lot of time to write. well, if you're asking me about the au the fic is happening, they're the same person. in game, well, it makes me confused because the ending is a bit confusing TT it would be more logical for him to be the blueblood killer but the ending made me question a thing or two so...

[tabbycatto]

Hello, babes. It's been a long time and i apologize, but I can't promise I won't dip out again. Right now, i will try to write again on the asks in my inbox. I won't be active much though!

I updated the masterlist :) probably will keep updating

NO incest!!!

i'm open to yandere/stalker/dark themes and mature themes

ASSASSIN'S CREED: SYNDICATE

Evie Frye

Jacob Frye

DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Dante

Nero

V

DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

The Outsider

Daud

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

OUTLAST

Eddie Gluskin

Waylon Park

Miles Upshur

Blake Langermann

RESIDENT EVIL

Leon S. Kennedy

Claire Redfield

Albert Wesker

Karl Heisenberg

Dimitrescu daughters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ethan Winters

SCRUTINIZED/WELCOME TO THE GAME

Tanner Grayton

Breather

THE EVIL WITHIN

Ruvik

Joseph Oda

Sebastian Castellanos

[gloryy-vs]

hey cuties! anyone remember the game Scrutinized? Had a main antagonist named Tanner everyone was obsessed with for a hot minute and i found an only playlist i used to blast while writing fanfics on wattpad for him..

long story short send me prompts to write with Tanner

serial killer x reader :))

[icestrawberryfreeze]

Day 5

You sat with your fingers tented, eyes closed as Luna told you that your newest doctor was - in fact - the man creeping in people's yards. It's been a good two months since Tanner [That was his name. He made sure Luna knew that.] woke her up in the middle of her sleep, drugged her, dragged her to some basement, then willingly hand her the documents that would lead her to the Blue Blood Killer. The detective said it so calmly like he wasn't harassing her for months before then.

"You sound like good ole pals," you hissed. You couldn't help but think back to this morning. A doctor wanting to see you right on time was something she never saw before. Yet, the second your name was sent back was when a nurse grabbed you to bring you to a room. Seeing the smiling face of your doctor - who you now know as Tanner Grayton - didn't make you feel any better. His height was already scary enough and he seemed to make sure to use that to his advantage during your "official" meeting.

You tilted your head. With the way Luna has been describing him, he seems to be more in the scientific field with his syringes filled with experimental concoctions. Why was he acting as a doctor? He's also a wanted murderer. How does no one at the hospital know this? Or do they and are covering for him?

Luna shook her head, grabbing the folder from the filing cabinet. "Pals? Not at all. He annoyed me to no end when I was doing these cases. On top of that, that damn kidnapper would show up at the worst times." She tilted her head. "I never got the answer to if they were ever working together. Either way," she slammed the cabinet closed and plopped herself onto the couch. "I believe he's only curious to see me being friendly with someone. I've been by myself since..."

She put the pen she picked up in her mouth, the older woman slipping down further into the couch as she lost herself in the files.

Sighing, you turned on her computer and began to make your nightly quotas. The first hour were nothing but envious, jealous people making false claims and some reports were just jumping at their own shadows.

Huffing, you opened up the camera to see no other than the smiling man himself jump up into the cameras doing jazz hands at you. You bit your tongue at the scare, whipping your head to the older woman.

"Did he do this jazz hand shit with you?!" you whispered yelled at her.

She barely glanced up. "Yeah. He likes to play around with...you..." Now you had her attention. Luna quickly jumped over the couch with flashlight in hand and ran down the hallway, opening every door and going into the back two rooms fully.

Turning back to the computer, you switched the cameras to see him run off the property and into some bushes. You couldn't contain the snicker as you watched him scurry away.

He runs like a crab.

Luna came back into the living room, head swinging back and forth once more before coming to the window next to you. You heard her whisper why was he back again but you had a strong feeling that he made you his new obsession.

And you voiced that to Luna.

She glanced at you, the woman now biting on her nails. "I'm afraid you're right," she agreed with a sigh. "Why? I can't really be sure. It's not like you're after the Blue Blood Killer. You're just helping with the crime watch. There's no need to be after you."

Luna walked away, tapping her chin. "Unless he's gotten bored with...whatever he does and sees you as his newest target."

You scrunched up your nose. "He's a wanted murderer, Luna. What's stopping him from coming back to kidnap me in my sleep like he did with you?" Rubbing your temples, you thought of him having all your medical records. He could literally do anything to make your death seem like a disease. You looked up and pouted at your best friend. "I blame you."

Luna's lip quirked. "I blame myself for bringing you in this." She bent down and massaged your shoulders. " But I doubt he'll kill you."

You scoffed. "Press X to doubt?"

She rolled her eyes at you. "I have a very strong feeling. Otherwise, with the length we have been talking, we would've already been drugged."

Blinking at each other, you looked back to the camera that was showing the front yard. Tanner stood with hands behind his back, his body facing the window-

You pulled back the curtains to Tanner's ever-growing smile. He waved at the both of you cheerfully before relaxing into a slight slump. Luna looked at you and you looked at Luna. The man was still as a statue except for his eyes. They flickered from you to around the surrounding area then back to you again. Put that sequence on repeat for the next five minutes or so.

"So, I might not die tonight." You let the curtains fall back into place and turned to Luna with a smirk. "But other nights are full of surprises."

What is up with this woman pulling your ear? You both got back into the comfortable rhythm as before, one of you rotating on checking the house and checking on Tanner who stayed in the same exact spot.

Taking a small break, you stared at him. He was looking away from you, his head turned towards the street. " Doesn't he remind you of Connor?"

His head snapped back around to you.

"Who's Connor?" Luna yelled from down the hall. You held his stare as you answered her. He's an android sent by Cyberlife to help figure out why some androids were becoming deviant. There was a few seconds of silence.

You sighed. "He's from a video game, Luna."

She let out a quiet 'Oh' before sitting back on the couch. You got back to work and finished the quotas, and then some, within two hours. Checking out the window one last time, the doctor was nowhere in sight.