Fictional person lover

General;

He's an asshole. Obviously.

Bon bon kind of acts like a comfort plush! Totally not projection here, but bon bon is one of the only things that can calm him down, as he has severe anger and ego issues.

He gets bored easily. That man has ADHD, and I refuse to believe otherwise.

He has full control over his endoskeleton and the pressure that his body plates open. They often open aggressively, unlike the others opening more gently, as he uses it to startle mechanics. Oh and he can use his wires to drag people deeper into his chest cavity. Fun!

He has a special interest in death and torture, and genuinely finds it interesting. If he could, he would probably see what some of the methods feel like on himself- Alas, he's a robot, and doesn't bleed. (His favorite part is just seeing blood or deep wounds, it's an art form!)

Mechanics hate him, it's why he's so broken. He doesn't like being touched without his permission and so, if you don't seem like someone he'd like, don't even try. He put someone in the hospital for 8 weeks and may or may not be responsible for the deaths of two mechanics.

He thinks he's smarter than he actually is— He's hilariously easy to trick and surprisingly gullible at times.

He loves and I mean LOVES ironic stories, like the story of the Brazen Bull.

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(For context, you're a mechanic, nightguard, and party planner all in one because fuck you, I want you to be stressed.)

If he likes you, have fun with being startled by him randomly, and never being able to have a normal day.

You most likely met when you had to painstakingly try to fix him (nobody else wanted to), and he actually found you interesting enough to NOT break your fingers... So, what happens after you catch his attention?

He follows you around, or bon bon follows you around. If one is interested, be sure that the other will be as well. Bon bon is probably curious about you, and trying to see what makes you special to freddy in contrast to the others. Freddy just wants to learn more.

If this takes place DURING the events of sister location, you're so cooked. Instead of baby being your sole guide, you have an annoying, loud, impulsive bear telling you to trust him instead. And depending on if he actually likes you, which hopefully he does, he'll give you actually helpful information... While, of course, leaving a few details out, just to watch you squirm to fill in the blanks. At least you can use him as a free hiding spot, his treat! But this isn't really recommended, as it's very cramped, and giving him full control over what happens to you is NOT a good idea.

Bon bon on the other hand, is actually very helpful to you on your night shifts. He has a lot of old tales and drama to tell that makes the night feel a little shorter, and they're a great conversationalist. Not to mention if you have anxiety, they're excellent at calming people down, whether it be by singing softly or reassurance. They're a precious creature. (And as a little extra, if they could, they'd get heart eyes whenever they saw you!)

Knocker;

He hates seeing the mimics from wonderland scare you, if only just because that's his job. He will actively fight mimics just because he's petty about them stalking you. He also hates the void blocks, and the MANY glitches in the player's world because of the two mods added, obviously because, y'know- He teleports, and sometimes, his teleportation leads to him getting caught in the glitched areas and uh... Let's just say, it's just as painful to him as it would be if you caught on fire. He, much like another special someone, has started lingering in your house more. Not even to scare you really, he just feels more secure in your home, even if it's a shoddy dirt shack. Don't get me started on how he acts when you SEE him getting startled by any of the other mods, especially the mimics when they look exactly like you. He gets so embarrassed, that he tries to gaslight you into thinking you were hallucinating because of your medication.

Lenny! (Obsessed);

He's the special someone that hides in your house. He has experienced paranormal and cult-like shenanigans in the past and he isn't very eager when he sees the mimics or eldritch beasts that loom over even the tallest house. It makes them feel vulnerable, and they hate being prey more than anything. They also get a teensy bit more aggressive over you... Okay I lied, they become extremely protective, even more than before. I mean stalking outside of your room at night, patrolling your house, even picking fights with the larger creatures. (Like the big noodly fella or curved, the glitchy guy.) However he quite likes the mimics in contrast to the knocker- The mimics though? Ehh... Not so much. That's probably because he actively sees them as a food source for when he craves something more than animal meat. Now he doesn't feel the need to salivate over you. Lovely!

August;

He fucking despises Null. Null is similar to playmate. Erratic, playful, insane- He has gone out of his way to avoid Null when he can. That's unless Null is close in your vicinity, he tries to keep you from being attacked by Null. (Mostly by grabbing you from behind, and staring down at him.) He has an effect, where any hostile mob will not even touch you when he has you in his grip, so it's actually quite useful. He quite likes Hetzer though, seeing as hetz is basically a floating music box. He would never admit it, but Hetzer makes his thoughts become quieter when he needs it. He would rather the other shadow creatures not be there though, it makes him jealous. (And I think we all know how he does with jealousy...) He HAS managed to frighten the mimics from interacting with you as much, much to the relief of obsessed and Knocker, but you still have to deal with 20 other things on top of the main 4.

Playmate;

Playmate loves the chaos. He was a little bored the first days into the world, but when the other two mods picked up, he was practically vibrating with excitement. It was new, and he had a reason to appear more, and more! He particularly likes Null, and they both harass you at the same time. They are the most annoying duo you will ever meet. He likes the fact Null can build, and he's actively trying to learn how to build himself. (Though he has found he's better at gathering and finding materials than he is at putting them together.) One thing about the other mods he doesn't like though, is A, the loud noises, B, the glitched areas. Some of the mobs that emit noise are grating to him, and the glitched boxes get in his way far too often. (He likes to go invisible and run around to get a good look at things.)

Obsessed;

While he would usually be nicer, you've unfortunately been dealt the worst hand you could've possibly had. You were a prey animal. Your legs stamped the ground when you moved, you could run on all fours with ease, you could jump large distances- He was fascinated by you, but you teased his prey drive. He couldn't tell whether or not you were a predator like him, or not. Depending on what he thinks, this can go two ways.

PREY;

He deems you as prey, and he starts stalking you as a means of curiosity and hunger instead of pure affection. He becomes more apathetic to your death, unless you manage to prove yourself worthy. (Escaping him over five times without a scratch, hunting other animals either for food or for their pelt, not backing down to his intimidation attempts.)

EQUAL;

He sees you both as on the same level. This can be achieved either by chance, or proving yourself to him as stated before. He will treat you less like an outsider or prey option, and more like you're the same being he is. He may pick up some of your behavioral patterns the longer he watches you, like letting you chase him as a means of playing, or thumping his foot to show disapproval. He will also learn your eating habits, and as part bunny, you most likely struggle to digest meat as well as he can, so he begins to instead start bringing you mushrooms, vegetables, or fruits. Sometimes bread too, but the knocker takes that one just to fuck with him and you. He might forget his strength though, so do remind him with a hiss and growl, as that's the best way to get him to stop. But if you allow him, he MIGHT chew on your neck or hips, just because they're squishy! He'd also like to curl up near you when you sleep- Just to make aure nothing happens to you. (If being stalked by the others, this is extremely helpful.)

Knocker;

He's somewhat envious of your speed and stamina. You can run longer than him, your legs are ridiculously strong, you escape him with ease most of the time. What he does like though, is your little paws and ears. He likes to get up behind you if you're looking into a reflective surface, and tease you by doing bunny ears with his fingers just to annoy you. It's very cute. And when you're sleeping, he likes to squeeze your face and any facial fur you might have. He may or may not have a small collection of your fur in a jar somewhere.

However, he doesn't mind using your lower body as food when you do die. Since your lower torso and feet are just what a rabbit's would be, it'd technically be like eating rabbit meat, and he has probably made a stew with it before. Is this cannibalism? I have no clue.

August;

He loves your thighs, and if you're a girl, he especially likes your fluffy dewlap. (Basically a fat deposit around the neck for fur plucking for nests.) He also appreciates the chase you give him, making it genuinely difficult for him to catch you unless he teleports. He loves just playing with your dewlap like it's a stress ball, and the teeth chattering noise you make when he touches it. (It feels amazing.) He's one of the only ones allowed to pet you, when he isn't trying to stab you.

He can't get enough of the way you flail when you run out of energy though, how flat you go as you desperately try to gasp in a breath into your aching lungs. He loves when you ragdoll when you're out of breathe. Even better, when you show the highest form of trust; falling limply onto your side, with no cares or worries in the world. As if he isn't looming over you, knife in hand. That and your poor attempts at frightening or intimidating him- Most of the time, it doesn't work, but you've managed to surprise him a few times. When the light hits your eyes just right at night, and they glow- He could say you look even the slightest bit uncanny.

Extra, playmate.

You are wonderful.

They find you amusing. You are great at hide and seek without cheating. You can lay flatter than a rug, and hide under anything. Your nose is so diligent, you find them in even their best hiding spots. Sometimes it infuriates them, but they know you are still playing fair. The point of the game is to have fun anyways, and the only "rules" (that they never informed you of) are to use the abilities you have available to you, and you cannot go out of bounds. (Which is marked by deep lashes across an area of trees.)

They like your ears, legs, and nose the most. Your nose is twitchy, it reminds them of their own skin, their own bones. Your legs are constantly moving when you're anxious, thumping, tapping, leaning, just like them. Your ears listen closely, to every little noise, making it challenging for them to sneak up on you, but so much more rewarding when they do. They also think your ears are soft. They would like to use them to fall asleep. They do not sleep well, but the softness brings them some comfort, one that they cannot explain well in words.

They learn about you overtime. Every time you win, they start setting out prizes for you. Like getting sugar cane leaves or mint if they can find it, or simply just fruit. That, or a warm bed. (Either because they lit it on fire, or slept on your bed, pick your poison.)

You thought maybe after nearly getting killed by him, you'd at least be able to relax in a bath privately.

You were wrong.

August was in the water with you, taking up most of the space because of his lanky body, having a bath in the darkest dark you could possibly make in the bathroom. He insisted on coming with you, despite being a spirit, and probably not even having to shower. You had dozens of aching cuts over your body, as he tried to smooth out your hair. "This uhm, wasn't what I was thinking would happen." You said awkwardly, the man still pushing you close to him in the bath. "You thought I was gonna kill you, didn't you?" He rubbed behind your ears, as if he were bathing a cat. "I might've almost had my life flash before my eyes." You shuddered at the pain in your wounds, one of his hands dragging itself down your throat to wipe some of the older blood off. "And yet you let it happen..." He teased, his lengthy hair fallen around his shoulders. "Hey, I can wash myself-!" You batted at him lightly, before he grabbed your chin and squeezed your face. "I thought maybe you'd appreciate the help, after being carved into." He was grinning as you huffed. He was, unfortunately, right. It was oddly cozy, especially with the steam and his hands rubbing you down. He buried his face into the back of your neck, squeezing your torso tightly the second his arms could reach around you. You've never seen him this affectionate before in your life, you didn't even know he could be so soft. "Can I at least ask that you don't stab me next time?" You placed a hand on his arm. "Mmm... Depends, on how much you squirm." You sighed, leaning back into him. "You're impossible..." "And you loved it." "Shut up." He pulled your head down into his neck instead, and sunk you both deeper in the water, with both arms coiled around you.

You two were probably gonna be there for a while.

Lowkirkenly the reader in this story rn

He's a terrible person, let's get that cleared up. He will use anything against you in order to get you alone with him, especially to help you win the festival.

Hey... You get special privileges, that no one else gets! What are those privileges? Well! You get amazing deals, yes. Any item of your choosing, for a special little deal only you can take advantage of- A kiss... It can't be just a peck though. You have to kiss him on the lips. He will try to go deeper with it too. Give him an inch, and he will go a mile. Try not to become too desperate...

When you're injured, or happen to be on the verge of death, he just so happens to be right there, watching. His eyes follow the trail of blood you leave as you limp, carrying his stock with him, with a few extra healing items. Who's to say he didn't plan for this? He'll just mosey on over to where you're laying, watching you breathe heavy and staring at your near corpse. The blood really brings out your features, doesn't it? Especially without your pesky attitude in the way, whether it be overly shy or bullish. Your eyes would peel open to see the well-dressed Cheshire, holding out a healing vial. For free. He won't say a thing once you take it, just watching as you pour the--perhaps magical--vial onto your wounds and they close up quickly. That was it, and he walks away with a purr rumbling deep in his chest.

There's nothing he loves more than seeing you at your weakest, and at your most violent. He's been tempted to bring you to the edge of life himself, but he always decides against it- If you trust no one except him, then that would be just perfect. He can't ruin that now, can he? So instead, he watches as you fight, with blood in your teeth and between your fingers, so animalistic. All to survive. If there was anything positive he could say about humans, it would surely be when they let the mask of courtesy fall.

He may try to take you into himself, possess your body. But that's only when you're too weak to fight back, either mentally or physically. You need to have a strong mind to withstand his "love", as it is pure darkness leftover from the ancient dungeons that will wrap around your mind and heart, until the muscle forgets to keep its rhythm, and you're his forever.

If he does manage to take you over though, your body is no longer your own. Don't worry, he will take good care of it. Its not like you need it anymore, do you? When you two are one, he will grope himself more often, no matter what gender you might have been. He can't help himself, he couldn't just pass the opportunity to touch you, especially knowing it's your body, and you're trapped within your mind.

Depending on his plan, he's not above hurting you. Cutting one of your limbs off, most likely. He just enjoys seeing you have to crawl away. However, he enjoys the fight you put up as well, so he may go for psychological torment instead. Taunting you, beating you down until your mind is hanging on by a thread, and only then will he offer you his kindness. Show how polite he is, how good of a man, only when you're on the verge of breaking like a fine porcelain doll. A child playing with their toy... Or, perhaps, a cat tormenting a little mouse. You're lucky that he'd rather let you crawl to him rather than cut your legs off himself- As I said, he wants you to trust him, and it'd be fairly difficult to trust someone who chopped you up, no?

Don't get him wrong though, he gets a rush when you yell at him, or when he sees you brutalizing the other people from the train. He adores when his beloved human looses all trace of humanity, just what the moon would want. He can't help but wonder, what if you were to harm him? Oh, the thrill he would feel with your heel hard on his chest, crushing him into the ground... But you would never do it... Unless you wanted to...

Your pickaxe slammed into the cobble as you leaned onto it. God, you were so tired. You'd been mining for what... 2 hours now, just trying to find something good down here. Thank god that you still had torches- But you barely had any food left besides bread and apples in your bag, and you were on fairly low health. Maybe... Two hits away from certain death? Your skin prickled. Even if you WERE able to respawn, somehow- It was still terrifying, and nearly always painful when you died. You let out a long sigh as you pressed your back against the cold stone of the cave, cheeks flushed and your hands trembling from overworking yourself. You pulled an apple out of your bag and immediately bit into it. The juice filled your mouth, the sugar already starting to energize you a bit again. You hadn't really eaten a lot before this, so you were probably just hungry, and it made you tired.

Worst part was, you were incredibly anxious. You didn't know why... Something just felt wrong. In an attempt to distract yourself, you looked down at your body, and your clothes, rubbing the texture of your shirt between your fingers. Fuck, you had so many wounds. Some were scars from arrows, others bite marks from overzealous zombies. You were lucky it wasn't infectious, just hurt. And your clothes, they were seriously tattered right now, you'd have to get a new pair when you got home. They were soaked with your sweat and blood, clinging to your body shape. You placed your arms over your chest and sighed, hugging yourself as you rubbed your arms. You felt so exposed.

... Wait. You're anxious... Nauseous... Did you...

Oh god.

You forgot to take your medication before you left.

Your heart dropped, before quickly checking your pockets, and your bag. Nothing. If he appeared... You couldn't imagine what he would do to you. You already felt the breaths on you, and the hands... Dear god, his hands. And the blade, deep in your flesh. You could feel it coming. He would be here soon. You had to leave, now. Before-

Your vision went dark.

It was silent. But only for a moment.

Until you felt a boot against your chest, crushing you against the wall. "Sh- Shit-!" You stuttered, vision flickering back to life as you saw the darkness of his leg on your chest. "I never thought I'd get a chance... Got too confident with your medicine, did you?" You looked up, to see the familiar man, no, monster in front of you. You knew him. All too well. And he knew you too. All of you. He forced you down further, crushing your chest under his heel. He was analyzing you. "..." You knew he noticed your outfit at this point. "Would you look at that..." His smile became disgustingly perverse, a look that still made you sick to your stomach to this day. You closed your eyes, taking as deep of breaths as you could, begging that this would all fall away once you calmed yourself. It worked before- Maybe, it was just one of your hallucinations. Maybe he wasn't really there. You HAD been panicking before this, so maybe you just needed to... Take a breath... And steady yourself...

Then you felt his breathing closer on your face, waiting for you to open your eyes. "Come on, sweetheart..." His voice taunted you, as you tried to block him out. He was just a figment, afterall... It was nothing. When that didn't work, he slowly pulled his knife up to your throat, dragging it across the side. "If you're gonna be like that... Then I don't mind." His voice was so soft, but so harsh at the same time. "What do you think will happen, if you just stay still, and quiet?" He dragged his fingers through your hair, something he already used to do when he was alive. When you refused to speak, or acknowledge him, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He grabbed you, and covered your eyes as he coiled one of his arms around your stomach to keep you still. "Gh- Let go of me!" You immediately tried to fight against the spirit, pulling yourself forward before he tugged you back into him, pressing the blade into your side. "Ah, ah. You were so persistent, and now you're trying to run? Stay still for me again, dear." He dug the knife in lightly, enough to make you freeze up. He cut into your flesh lightly as you breathed, tracing your older scars on purpose. "See what happens..?" He got close to your ear. "God forbid a man want to see his sweetheart again." Red text appeared in your vision in front of his palm over your eyes, piercing through the dark. "You used to like this. What changed?" "I love you still." You felt his chest leave your back, replaced by the hand holding through blade as he pushed you down onto your stomach. "I've waited so long for this chance..." His voice was ravenous, flipping you over onto your back. His hand never left your eyes. His breaths became heavier once he was settled on top of you, your form shivering. "If you let me do this, you'll be fine..." He tried to sound sweet, but he couldn't. He already wanted to leave more than mental scars. For his hand print to not just be in your head. Meanwhile, your heart was racing. Bile filled your throat as you felt the heat drift far lower than it should have. He leaned closer, you could feel the shift in the air. He finally took his hand off of your eyes, but you still couldn't see. He made sure you couldn't. His body completely lifted from yours, disappearing.

General

The executioner isn't actually 7 or 8 feet tall- It only seems that way because most people who speak of him are either exaggerating, or lying about having seen him at all. He's closer to being James' height, even if he is only an inch or two taller. He's also strong, but not overly buff. In silent hill 2, his arms and body are toned, yes, but a lot of people seem to tell its story say that he's far bigger than he really is. He's really just as strong as James.

Despite being pyramid head himself, it struggles at times to carry its own blade. But that's fine, because its hunting style is more based around following someone until they're too tired to keep going, or keeping them in a small room while he slowly gets closer.

He can't talk. The most it can do is let out strangely metallic whale noises, but besides that, it's almost entirely quiet. It doesn't need to speak, actions say enough.

Platonic-

The executioner doesn't keep friends. However, you could maybe be of help to it at times. The only real way for it to tolerate your presence, and therefore your past mistakes, would be if you had saved it somehow. Like; If it was trapped in barbed wire somewhere in the town, and you just so happened to help him despite your fear. You would also have to have a stable mind- One who feels guilt over their past is vulnerable to its attacks.

Romantic-

Romance is even rarer for it, as it is quite literally the embodiment of guilt, resentment, lust, and rage, so it's clear that it wouldn't really be into romance... But it isn't impossible. But you'd either have to be A, incredibly durable to your guilt and fears, or B, be so utterly pathetic that it doesn't even want to kill you at that point. Your sadness and worry doesn't make sense to it, so you're an enigma. It'll probably just leave you be... And quietly protect you from afar. Nothing likes to get in its way. It's clear what it is willing to do, even to the other creatures of silent hill. Nobody really wants to deal with it.

He isn't gentle. He isn't made to be. So, I think it's obvious that the first few times he attempts to hold you would be either too rough, or so awkward that it starts making you uncomfortable. It can try, though. You'll just have to show it. Once he gets the hang of it though, he isn't keen on letting go of you. Not smothering you perse, but holding your hand or shoulder becomes habit. He's fine with you going off alone, but expect them to come looking after an hour or so. They too get a little concerned, despite not having the same pack mentality that humans do. Luckily, they are able to work in duos, as seen in one of the last battles of SH2, so I imagine that is where this instinct stems from. Having another one to close in on something so it can't run.

You at least get a bit of protection in silent hill- When you're with one of the most deadly monsters, besides the abstract daddies, then you're automatically pretty safe from everything else.

It doesn't let anyone touch the blade... Well. Except you. You get to hold it and touch the blade, but it's extremely heavy, so it isn't the best weapon for you. However, it might still try to teach you how to kill with it- When you do, all you get is a groan of approval.

NSFW-

Let's not forget that this is pyramid head we're talking about. The embodiment of pain, anger, and sexual frustration. He is GOING to split you open if you let him. And his body is never consistent- He's either running hot, and his skin feels sticky with blood, or he's uncomfortably lukewarm and rough to the touch. It can never just be a comfortable in between, it has to be an extreme one way or another.