#skelepede

[sleeepyypxnda]

Oh yea this too

[aka-indulgence]

Home Invasion (Centipede!Sans)

So, I’ve missed writing about centipede!sans, he needs some love… so he’s here to pursue it himself by coming straight to you >:) huehuehue

TW: Bugs, beginning includes a nightmare where reader is covered in bugs (the first italics section), and centipede!sans being creepy and grabby with you

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Legs, crawling all over you.

You couldn’t move.

A myriad of insects were wandering over your body, tickling you with their antennae.

There were too many of them. The sound was deafening. You could feel one start to crawl over your neck. You’re going to be buried in the mountain of them.

Your eyes widen as they approach your face. Your chest tightens, your mouth opens-

“NooooOOOOO!”

You sit up, gasping for air, sweat soaking your pajamas, heart beating a mile a minute. You swallow your spit, eyes darting everywhere, looking for those phantom bugs. You’re in your bed, and it’s still dark out. You let yourself smile in relief, laughing nervously. It was just a nightmare.

You throw the blanket to the side and lay back down, the sweat evaporating along with the fear on your forehead.

Just a horrible nightmare. You tell yourself, shivering. I hated that.

You sighed, and closed your eyes. Just go back to sleep now, (Y/n).

… You think you were in the middle of drifting off, when you heard the distinct sound of scuttling.

You blinked your eyes open, scanning the room, though it sounded like it came from outside. You were confused- maybe you were having a half dream and the nightmare was just going to continue? That was a terrible thought, but you had a creeping feeling that it might’ve been real.

Just to be safe, you kept your eyes open and quietened your breathing as you listened.

…

…

…

There it was again. The scuttling. And it sounded like it was shuffling over the floor, before it went quiet again.

You could feel a weight settling in your stomach. It sounded like it was out in the living room.

You stood up from the bed and tip-toed over to your door. You turn the key slowly so it wouldn’t click too loudly and… open the door.

Of course there’s not a lot of windows in the living room. The door is only open a crack, and you could barely make out your kitchen and table. You hold your breath, expecting something to move in the dark, but… nothing.

You don’t think you’ll be able to sleep once you find out what it is- maybe a cat broke in somehow or something? So, taking a deep breath, you turn on the torch of your phone and step into the living room.

Everything looks way more horrifying in the darkness. Why? The lighting from your phone is certainly giving your room a haunted house feel to it, which was doing wonders for your nerves. everything you shone your light on looked too bright and shiny while everything else looked too dark and shadowy. At least… so far the kitchen was alright. One knocked over can of tuna isn’t something to lose sleep over.

You find your way to the lightswitch and flick it on. Maybe it’s because it’s night and you’ve still got nerves from the nightmare, but it looked like a shadow moved- however there was nothing there when you looked. Instead, you find what looked like a dust explosion, trailing from a corner of the room, and you pause when you see where it comes from.

You feel dread forming in your stomach as you approach your cracked floor boards, snapped in half and splinters around a hole where a floorboard was popped off completely. There were suspicious scratches on the floor that… don’t look entirely unfamiliar. You’ve been finding random scratches on the walls and floor recently, and you just chalked it up as accidents you hadn’t noticed. Now though… there was a lot of them congregated around the hole and, hesitantly, you took a peek down.

And your blood. Ran. Cold.

Down under your floorboards- where you didn’t expect to have so much empty space in the first place- was a piece of centipede molt.

But it wasn’t really a ‘piece’ of centipede molt, was it?

No. It was a boulder-sized centipede molt. White, and crumpled, and- you don’t even know how long it’s been sitting there, but there was dirt and a bit of dust on it so it must’ve been sitting there for a while. And that was just its molt, how big was the beast that left it there?

Shit.

Monsters from the wild almost never break into homes- they could be aggressive and terrifying but most were ‘shy’ of humans. But then again, news of monster and human scuffles weren’t unheard of.

I need to call monster services. You thought.

You thought hear a scuttle from behind you, but no giant centipede to be seen.

I need to call them RIGHT NOW.

How long has it been down there? Is it there right now? Please be under the floorboards.

As you sprint your way back towards the bedroom, you thought of the nights before. This wasn’t the first time you heard sounds in your house. They started about a week or more ago, and yeah, sounds in the dark weren’t comforting, they hadn’t seemed substantial enough to be anything. You’re not the girl that needed to sprint to get to her parents room when she heard a scary sound anymore. You chose to ignore it and went to sleep.

But now, with the molt… you remembered a lot of the sounds did resemble scuttling. You thought it was something creaking. Something flying into the windows.

… Or maybe it had been  exploring under your floorboards for god knows how long…

Oh fuck, you thought. Please go back down there.

You slip into your room…

And freeze.

There was no point in you trying to sneak back into your room, because as you stand there uselessly, a mountain of carapace, legs and bones was circling your bed, making his mark on the sheets, clicking his mandibles as he rose into the moonlight.

You inhaled so sharply it felt like you swallowed a thorn. You could feel your legs tense when the monster turned to look at you, and you rushed back out the door-

“Ack!!”

You fall to the floor and your phone tumbles out of your hand. You could feel something sharp wrapped around your ankle, just shy of impaling your skin. Your nails drag over the floor as you’re pulled into the room effortlessly. You scream and yelp as a storm of carapace and legs flood your vision. You feel the clawed ends grip and drag over your skin all over where you were exposed, leaving little welts all over your body. You gain your sight again when you’re lifted right into the middle of his twisting, endless body; his coils shifting and scuttling around as you’re settled into him.

He wasn’t squeezing- not too hard, at least. But you could feel your chest tighten and you struggled to breathe- you were panting and groaning like you couldn’t catch your breath.

You tried to wriggle but that only made him tighten around you more- you couldn’t move. His long centipede body had you circled up to your shoulders, the only part you could move was just your head. You could feel more of those centipede legs shift and move all the way down, tickling your feet and making goosebumps form all over you. When you look around you couldn’t even… see where he ended. His entire body had completely filled your room, spilling over the bed and stacking against the walls.

Your heart was beating in your ears as you looked up at the monster watching from above. He wasn’t entirely centipede, it appears: his upper half was skeletal from the waist up, and even then he was still bigger than you were. He had thick bones, resembling muscle, and his hands were clawed. Despite that, that wasn’t what struck the most fear into your heart- it was seeing his face.

His skeletal face was fearsome, large mandibles on the side of a wide smile full of razor sharp teeth accompanied by two abyss-dark eyesockets. One single glowing orb sat in his left socket, glowing with the intensity of a red star. Up from that socket was a skull fracture that left a hole in his head- just looking at it made you hurt to think about. He must’ve been through a lot of fearsome battles. In addition to his skull crack, one tooth was missing from his arsenal, and when you look everywhere on him there were minute scratches, indents, and cracks on his bone.

You see the end of his mighty body shift to the side, leaning against the door, shutting it close. Your phone lay uselessly on the floor, the screen turning off just as a leg crawls over it.

You feel a hot breath brush your face.

You turn your gaze back to your captor and feel your heart jump at how close he’s gotten. In the time it took for your frantic brain to take in the monster who has your life in his grasps, he’s leant in- possibly doing the same to you. Sweat beads on your forehead as he turns and leans around you, staying silent the whole time. His wide smile was eerie. It felt like he was a predator playing with his food with his sockets crinkling like that, and his legs digging into your flesh like it was aching to rip you apart.

You lean as far as you could as he approached. Goosebumps formed over your neck when he pushes his face into it. … You could feel him taking a deep sniff, followed by a deep, rumbly purr. You let out a surprised yelp when you feel claws trace over your scalp, leaving tingles where they went. The monster pulled back a little and turned to look at your hair, caught in his fingers, letting it slip between. His red orb dilated and refocused like a camera lens, picking the locks apart, looking at every individual hair strand like it was a mystery to him.

You couldn’t help but cough. His presence was overwhelming already. Everywhere you looked was his sprawling, crawling centipede body. The sound of his multitudinous legs filled the air with clicks, so much so that you couldn’t hear your own racing thoughts. Carapace rubbing and gripping onto you was distracting. And now, this close to his bony body, he smelled like iron, and musk, the air thick with his magic.

It sounded almost like he was laughing, and you noticed he was looking at you this time. Perhaps… sadistically enjoying how you couldn’t escape him, that his mere presence was crushing you (or perhaps it was his body tightening around you again.) He leant back.

It was odd. He tilts his head to the side and starts clicking his mandibles at you. You aren’t sure why, but the way he clicked them at you didn’t seem aggressive. You flinch as he twists around you, a couple of legs menacingly tapping over your clavicle, nearing your neck.

The imagery of being impaled by one of them enters your mind. You shudder.

It looked like he was waiting. Like… he was expecting you to say something.

“U-uhm,” You stutter. You inadvertently whimper as his claws trace down from your ear down to your jaw, tickling under your chin in a distinctly gentle… almost wanting way.

“H… hello?”

He clicks again in response, flexing his legs. You could feel your eyes getting heavy as you withheld frightened tears while he brushes your hair with his other hand.

“W-w… what do you want?” You squeak, a giant thumb brushing your cheek. “Do you…” gulp, “do you want to eat me..?”

He twitched, eyesockets widening, all movement halting. Was he… did he understand what you were saying?

All of a sudden, his great ribcage started to shudder, the quaking spreading to the rest of his long body.

“m… mheheheh…”

You grit your teeth as you’re shaken with his mighty, convulsing body, staring up helplessly at the monster. Was… was he… laughing…?

His sockets were crinkled, and he had one fist to his teeth, like he was trying to get ahold of himself. He shook his head, then extended a claw at you.

“... like…” He growled, the power of his voice rumbling in your chest. “like you…”

“L-like…? What do you-?”

You squealed as the entirety of his body starts moving again and those ticklish, frightening legs started crawling around you as the skeleton circles around you more tightly, nuzzling your face and trilling. He pauses on your left side and you freeze as his fingers crawl over from the back of your head to grip your right cheek. It felt like he was looking into your soul, his face mere inches from you. You freeze, breath hitched as a long, red, glowing tongue trails from your jaw up to your cheek.

He licked you. You could smell his breath- that blood scent, of prey having fallen to the beast’s teeth.

You couldn’t stop the frightened mewls as he fusses your face, sniffing you and shifting your body here and there, until you end up with your back against his ribcage and your head under his skull. His hands seal around your chest and stomach, and though in his turning and twisting you ended up moving out of his encircling coils, his lower half had its legs clamped around your legs, keeping you squished. against him.

You stiffened as he convulsed and squirmed, settling over the bed, having you placed on top of the rest of his carapace. Claws started tangling in your hair, as he seemed to obsess with it, feeling how silky it feels against his phalanges.

You quieted your breaths, rapid and shallow like a mouse, freezing when the monster purrs, rumbling against you. You huffed, pressing your lips together.

So. It looks like he isn’t going to eat you. But as the monster relaxes, a hand slipping under your shirt, mindlessly caressing it like… like a lover would, you think you have a very different problem at hand.

He lets out a satisfied sigh, the steam of air brushing your face, and you shake your head.

I guess I won’t be sleeping tonight…

[palletteofhyperfixations]

just beat the RAVEYARD!!! im actually curious to see if anyone made a fic or fanart on it already :}

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Pressure community how we feeling about the Halloween Rave update

[muddlemore]

listen man i dont give a shit about pressure and pressure doesnt give a shit about me but bottom feeder has won me over

[theblacksheepcz]

Same.

Just played pressure "The Raveyard" Update & i gotta say this:

"Words cannot express how much i hate the skelepede & how much i love the bouncers."

[limeinaltime]

I think part of why the world-building of Pressure are so strong is that there's no moral dark grayness like with SCP Foundation, who do shitty things in the blind, misguided attempt to maintain blissful ignorance but ultimately bring the horrors to the world through their actions. In the SCP universe, there are moments of humanity, moments where people question the system or even act against it.

Urbanshade is literally an evil corporation, nothing morally gray about it. Their goal is not "to die in the darkness so we can live in the light", it's literally "to exploit the anomalous". Exploitation is the name of their game. Everything they do, they do for themselves and whoever can line their pockets the best.

Whatever is deemed useless to them is either sold off to someone else or destroyed. It's a wretched system that will do anything to get the desired results for them, not for the world. They neglect to provide necessary information to the Expendables they send out to clean up their messes because they don't need to care. Urbanshade can just keep throwing money and bodies at the problem.

The Blacksite. The Raveyard. The Skelepede's corpse being sold like a Halloween decoration and being dumped because it's inconvenient. Painter losing its creator because of a bunch of crypto-bros (seriously you're a billion-dollar company you don't need fucking crypto). Sebastian losing his entire life and being put through the absolute wringer then tossed like trash because he wasn't what Urbanshade wanted.

I think that adds to the horror of Pressure as a narrative as well. We are not playing as heroes or even just normal people put in a bad situation. There's no "good ending" where we topple the evil organization and eat the rich and set everyone free. Even if the Expendable is one of the falsely accused, they, and by extension, the player, are just dooming someone who was once in their shoes to a horrible fate, all to fulfill their own agenda of freedom we don't even know if they deserve or not.

Maybe we deserve to be hunted and killed by the monsters. We're no better than their jailers.

[fannytisms]

Fanny , pressure ?

I kept dying to that damn skelepede while playing with my friends , so i drew fanny dying to that thing .

[weweawarawdwqamkklml]

beat raveyard twice! it was a really fun! duoed with a friend and somehow she died instantly 10/10

ost is always a banger, animations and soundeffects were really good, and the environments were chefs kiss!

spoilers on the new guys down the cut 👍 its just me yapping about the update

i really loved the skeleton bouncer guy- props to their voice actor!! they did such a good job 🙌🙌🙌 seeing him teleport mid chase infront of me was a bit jarring and kinda funny though. i assume that’s a bug since it just came out so i dont mind

the moment i saw the skelepede emerge out of the water… i actually let a ‘HOOOLYYY SHIT WHAT IS THAT?.?’ and panicked really hard not knowing how to juke it. S tier i like them a lot ALSO THE MUSIC IN THIS SECTION SPECIFICALLY GOES SOOO HARD OMMGG

the way my heart sunk when we had to pass through the deep underground cave area then i hear the stone clanking?? my friend and i were genuinely quacking we died instantly after flashing one of them too long 😿

we probably played a good 8 ish playthroughs? and then i finished two in a row after realizing that you could literally walk through the whole thing no sweat- the candlebearer part always tripped me over, but after realizing they were just the bouncer that you could stun? piece of cake 👏

I think the whole update was really fun! Yeah it becomes a flashy walking simulator especially if you’re used to the main game, but then for my friend who has barely played pressure- she found it really scary and enjoyed it nonetheless!

I FORGOT TO MENTION HOW GOOD THE ART IS. ITS ALWAYS GOOD I LVOE IT SO MUCH OMGMSDKMTKSETNKAEKMFNAEJFKNAF

i will now proceed to force all my friends to experience the raveyard at least once.

(by the way, don’t forget to dance with the skeletons at spectrum’s bar. its H for pc)

[hyjiinx]

Beaten it a third time… Thats like 7-8 wins for me

I just need to get the other NOST file, die to a landmine, beat the Raveyard, die to the Skelepede, and I forgor the last thing.

[zenubi-scribbles]

@aka-indulgence

On Jan. 2nd, she made a random post asking for skelepede cuddles. I made this on the same night, but it’s very rough and inaccurate to centipede anatomy, so didn’t want to post it publicly. Sadly, I deleted the original art file, so I can’t easily fix it up. Some artists friends still wanted me to post it, so I finally caved. Anytime you crave Centipede!Sans, just msg me! It may not be a timely manner like this one, but I would do it.

[supersuperdupersecretnerd]

Going be real; while the raveyard as a premise is awesome (I love seeing silly skeletons dancing at a rave, the bouncer is a fun little creature too) it sucks game playwise (although that may just be from my end)

Everytime I get into the flooded crypt with the skelepede my game just starts going through a lag hell, making it harder than it needs to be to get through and not run into the skelepedes there. (I think it might be from all the assets loaded in for that mosspit segment, cause the game lags a bit there and then boom goes into hell mode the second I hit the water)

Also the document text keeps glitching out on me (not a gameplay thing, but it annoys me)

[IMAGE ID START A cropped screenshot of the document file for Candlebearers. The key point to note is that the text on the furthest left hand side overlaps each other, making it difficult to read. IMAGE ID END]

[aka-indulgence]

There’s so many AUs I miss…….. and fics…… of mine……… so hard to keep ideas as one-off things bc you jus wanna make a whole plot and everything rargharghg!!!!!

[daxite]

skelepede my beloved

[lopsidedghoul]

i died to skelepede i hate him

[adeafad]

I hate skelepede SO MUCH

I'm glad it canonically dies