#2011x x reader

The ability to breathe through your nose seemed like a distant memory. A particularly hurtful cough forced itself out of your throat and you didn't even have the strength to fight it anymore, wheezing like a wounded animal.

You didn't even question when voices from TV melted into static.

What was noticeable though, was the room feeling significantly colder, to the point you had to pull up your blanket. You tried tugging on it, but it was like some weight was preventing you from doing so.

Turning to see what caused this obstruction, your eyes went wide as you realized you weren't alone anymore. You felt the yelp forming in your throat, but it was too exhausting to actually let it out.

The red in his hollow eyes bore right into your soul, illuminating a confused scowl.

The demonic hedgehog was right next to your face, and you only took notice when you actually looked his way. Guess one of the positives of having a stuffed nose was not having to tolerate the reek of death that always came whenever he appeared.

"What's this supposed to mean?" His glitchy voice rumbled throughout the room with a note of accusation, "not even a bit of a scream?"

"I don't have the strength to deal with you right now," you mumbled, your back falling onto the mattress once more.

The hedgehog looked offended by your audacity.

"How come you're so extra pathetic today?" He asked, more so to himself. His annoyance was palpable, but you couldn't care less.

"None of ya business."

Your halfassed answer was met with a growl, and his nasty face came rapidly towards yours. "I need to know if you're dying. I'm not done playing with you yet."

"I'm not dying yet, but I sure feel like it." Your response was very flat. "So if you're here to make me feel worse, you're too late."

The tilt of his head was almost amusing, if only you weren't in a haze of pain.

"That's no fun." He furrowed his brow in disappointment. "How am I supposed to play with you when you've already lost? And not even by me!"

You made it clear you weren't interested in his monologue and tugged at the blanket, still under his gloved hand. Taken aback by your guts, he lifted it up, watching as you rolled over on your side.

Occupied by trying to find a cool spot on your pillow, you didn't register when X wordlessly crawled right next to you. Your body jerked at the sudden stab, sharp quills stained with old blood poking your back until he found a comfortable place to lay. The other assaulting thing was the cold. It's as if you were being blanketed by a corpse, which in all fairness was probably the case. The hedgehog didn't seem to be bothered by your disapproving grunt, his muzzle resting on top of your shoulder.

"What the hell?" You spoke while trying to escape his grip, but eventually concluded you were too weak to fight his strong grip.

"Quiet." He growled, but it wasn't as menacing. His hand moved purposefully towards your neck, stopping only to grab it and part of your jaw. At this point, you didn't expect to wake up tomorrow.

To your surprise, the tightened grip never came. Instead, his claws hooked into your skin without breaking it, and you felt a cold shiver all over your body. It all happened in a split second, but it felt as if he was killing something inside you, which was a horrifying thought.

Feeling a hint of weakened strength, you shifted to face him with a frown. "What did you do?"

"Killed whatever was killing you from the inside." He rumbled with simple cadence. "I hate waiting. I'm the only one who's allowed to torment you."

You couldn't help but furrow your brows at the realization of feeling a bit lighter than before. You were still full of mucus and sweat, but your temperature didn't make you wanna jump off a roof.

In that moment of silence, forced into near proximity of his chest, you were now able to hear… Nothing. You halfly expected some kind of a heartbeat, but all that you've heard was a very subtle static, almost like an old PC.

And then, a sniff.

His cold, dry nose almost brushed against your skin before it scrunched up. "There's still this annoying smell on you."

"You're the one who smells like death all the time, aren't you used to it?" You lifted your brow.

"You don't smell like death." He snorted dismissively. "You smell pathetic."

Suddenly your cheek was met with a cold, leathery and meat-like texture. There was no trace of saliva, almost like when you wake up after sleeping with your mouth open, and a painful lick like that of a cat's tongue.

Your body jerked with cringe. "Ew, don't lick me!"

Your protest was met with a firm grip of his hand on your wrist. "Don't disturb my work. I can't stand this stench of a sick animal. It's irritating."

His rough tongue continued to gather the salt off your jaw and neck, holding you in place like a dominant feline. Whenever you tried to move, his sharp teeth would serve as a reminder to stay still. You couldn't picture the expression on your face, but it surely wasn't that of a happy camper. Thankfully, he didn't insist on cleansing all your spots, stopping right by the collar of your shirt.

It's as if he was absorbing your sickness, or doing a skincare routine in a very disturbing way. Although it wasn't a pleasant experience, your face felt much better without the layer of sweat and excess heat.

Absolutely done with this experience, you swiped your hands across your face, trying to get rid of the feeling.

And then the room went dark, except for the glowing irises of the demon in your bed.

"Sleep now. Regain your strength." The deep voice near your ear almost made you flinch. "I'll be there when you wake up. Then we can play a proper game."

He encourages you to rest and lay next to him.

He doesn't understand what cravings are, but he is good at memorising anything so any food that you mention he will get it for you no matter what.

If you don't have enough , he will pressure you and sit next to you until you eat.

When you have mood swings he will not mock you, he will simply pull you closer to him and pat your head.

When you have angry outbursts he simply looks at you and say: "Ok this is also part of that"

While you sleep he stays closer, making sure he doesn't make a lot of noise.

2011X

He instantly knows that there is something wrong, he senses everything, your pain, discomfort, etc.

When you fully explain what is going on, he simply listens without interrupting.

He manipulates his world and castle to make it more calm and comfortable for you.

He uses his power to mute the pain by carefully placing his hand over your belly.

He doesn't mind when you ask to cuddle with him or when you rest your head on him, he simply allows it and rests his hand over your belly.

He doesn't understand what cravings are but he understands that you need food quickly, so he brings you anything that you need.

He also makes sure that you are hydrated and he will encourage you to eat, remembering that he can sense anything and everything about you.

When you are emotional, he simply lets you cry while he caresses your head.

When you are sleeping he will guard your surroundings to make sure you are safe at all times.

2017X

When he sees that you are in pain (due to your cramps), his expression immediately darkens, and when you explain to him what's going on, he gets angry, he is mad that there's nothing to fight to stop your pain.

He tries to be gentle, he will constantly check on you and will get irritated if you try to push yourself

When you are cramping he sits closer and holds your hand, he tries to calm the cramps by placing his hand on your belly but because of how cold his body is, it makes the cramps worse.

He becomes more touchy than usual, making sure to adjust himself when you cuddle with him.

He doesn't understand cravings but he will get anything that you want immediately.

"Here. Eat" he offers your favourite snack, if you refuse, he will get annoyed and wont stop until you eat.

When you snap at him, he is surprised and before he reacts he exhales and quickly understands that it is your period that makes you act like that and won't take it personally.

He will insist on you taking a lot of naps, and while you do he will stand nearby, occasionally checking on you.

And when you are fully asleep he will whisper to you: "I've got you".

Mighty.zip

His attention is completely locked in on you, he doesn't like seeing you like that.

"Why are you...lagging?" he asks, when you explain to him what a 'period' is, he is very confused, "Why is your system doing that on purpose?"

He sticks close to you all the time and follows you around, he doesn't allow you to stay alone (like he will even follow you to the bathroom and stare while you pee).

If he sees that you are trying to do too much work or effort he will stop you.

He lay his head over your belly hoping that the cramps will stop.

He is more touchy than usual when you are on your period, he wants to cuddle with you, hug you and rest his head on your lap.

He memorizes any craving that you have and he will disappear and appear with every snack or food that you crave and watch as you eat, he wants to see if eating will make your 'period' go away (it doesn't).

He is very understanding when you have mood swings, when you snap at him all of a sudden he simply blinks and sits closer.

He will not leave you alone while you are resting, if you are sleeping he will lay next to you, watching you.

Lord X

He notices immediately and he isn't happy about it. Something is wrong with what belongs to him and wants to destroy whatever's bothering you.

You explain to him what's going on, he listens with no interruptions then nods.

He uses his powers to make his castle and world as comfortable for you as possible, removing anything stressful and making sure that it's quiet for you, he will also make sure that there is a servant or servants close to answer any of your needs.

"You will rest" is a command, and you will.

He uses his powers to suppress the cramps, making your period less painful and tiring.

Since he doesn't want you to even move a foot, he spends the days of your period with you in your shared bedroom, food is eaten in the room with him, he even uses his powers to carry you to the bathroom.

Any craving that you have, will be taken care of by his servants, and if they cannot acquire the snack or food, he himself will leave his world to get it for you.

He is very understanding so when you are experiencing emotional fluctuations he will not mock you, he simply listens as he keeps his hand on your back or shoulder.

When you are sleeping, he sends an order in his castle, no one is allowed to make even the slightest noise.

While you are sleeping he stays close as always.

Sark Prime

He is very good at picking up the smallest changes so when he sees how your behaviour changes he asks you to explain what is going on, and you do.

He is very strict, he will tell you to remain in your shared room until the symptoms lessen, don't worry, he will adjust the room and make it comfortable for you.

He thinks that the reason that you cramp a lot is because you are not physically as strong as him, so he will encourage you to exercise next to him, doing crunches on the bed or planks.

He will sit next to you as you rest, keeping one arm wrapped around you and even letting you lean into him.

He cares more about functionality rather than comfort, therefore he will make sure your meals and snacks are nutritious and that you drink a lot of water.

When your mood changes, he simply lowers his tone and lets you get anything off your chest.

He takes resting seriously, he will adjust your sleeping position so it is optimal and monitor you while you sleep.

Pervision

He is very perceptive so he already knows that you are in pain, he looks at the way you breath and every tiny expression that you make.

You explain to him what is going on and he immediately finds it fascinating.

He makes sure that your surroundings are comfortable and quiet, he wants the main focus to be you.

When you are cramping he studies it, trying to see what exactly can make the cramps stop, eventually you tell him that heat helps.

He doesn't take his eye off you, watching every movement that you make, when you get closer to him he simply allows it.

Any craving that you have, he will bring it immediately and observe as you eat while making notes, seeing your body's reaction to every meal or snack and asking how you feel.

When you are emotional, he gets quieter and simply places a hand on you as he speaks to you softly.

He makes sure that you are sleeping where he can have a full view of you, he wants to continue observing and monitoring how your body acts while you are resting.

Fleetway

Seeing you in pain completely throws him off, he hates it.

"Oi, what the hell is wrong with you now?!" he asks, so you explain to him what's going on and he frowns, he finds it stupid, why would your body do that, he finds it insulting to you, his partner.

He paces around, checking on you all the time.

When your cramps hit, he sits closer and tries to use his powers to ease the cramps, by releasing small shocks and it helps a lot.

He acts like he doesn't care, but honestly he is worried and frustrated.

He reacts fast to your cravings and comes back immediately with your favourite food or snack.

When your mood changes, he struggles a bit, he grumbles but understands that you are moody because of your period.

He doesn't like when you sleep, since it's boring, but since you need rest he tolerates it, he stays nearby and tries to distract himself by flying around the house as quietly as possible so he doesn't wake you up.

Scorched

"You are hurt, aren't you?" he asks as his expression darkens, his jaw tightens and he feels his rage slowly bubbling up, but you quickly explain what is happening, he really hates it.

He keeps your surroundings warm since you told him that heat helps with your cramps.

He is always close to you.

He keeps his hand over your lower abdomen (perfect heat pack!) and slowly rubs his hand.

He pulls you to his chest making sure you rest on his warm and bigger body (he is almost 4 metres/14 ft tall), keeping an arm firmly around your body.

He makes sure that you eat and he will even feed you, he might not be gentle but he is very caring, you are very special to him.

He is not good with emotions, he is usually angry (except when you are around) but when he sees your mood swings he simply lets you vent or blow off steam.

You sleep on top of him, since he wants to make sure that you are safe (and wants to stay close to you), adjusting his body heat to your liking.

Biblio

He is very understanding when you explain to him what a 'period' is.

So he tries to make your surroundings as comfortable as he can.

When you are cramping, he gets something warm to ease the pain.

He doesn't mind you asking for some affection, he will even cuddle next to you if it makes you feel better.

He will bring you warm drinks and foods that will replenish and he will even get you any craving.

Despite not being too expressive he will give you full attention when he sees your mood swings and stay close to you.

He will prepare the space so you can sleep before you even realise that you need to sleep and lay beside you as you do so.

Sonic.ribs

He has noticed how your movement and body language have changed, so he asks and you explain to him what's going on. He doesn't like how it sounds.

While he doesn't understand comfort he knows that he needs to protect what is his (you), so he instantly keeps anything away from you and watches you.

When you are cramping he presses his head over your abdomen, hoping it goes away.

He is very physical with you, he wants you clinged to him at all times, holding him and pressing your body against his.

He understands that humans need to eat, but he doesn't understand what cravings are, but despite that he will teleport and get you anything (that can be found in his world) and watch closely as you eat.

When you suffer from mood swings, he freezes then nudges you slightly, staying pressed against you, "Stop hurting" he says almost as a wish.

He doesn't sleep, so when you sleep next to him, he remains by your side.

OMT

Despite his sadistic nature, he doesn't like the fact that his toy is in pain.

You explain to him what's going on and he doesn't like it.

He uses his powers to manipulate his world to make it quieter for you and even create a special space so you can rest until you feel better. "You, stay there" he orders.

He hates seeing you in pain and not being able to control how your period affects you, so he tries to use his powers, but they don't really do much, you try to pretend it does, but he is not stupid, he notices immediately and he becomes more annoyed (not at you, at the pain).

He is not soft but he is very possessive and enjoys having his hands all over you, so he keeps you tightly pressed against his smaller frame and not letting you move at all.

He knows that humans need food as a necessity so he will provide you with food (his victims flesh, sorry) cooked and prepared by him. He won't stop visiting until you eat.

When your mood swings, he watches closely and holds you firmly.

Since he has created a space for you to rest, he orders you to sleep, and simply goes on with torturing his victims, he is a god in his world so he doesn't need to keep an eye on you at all times.

"I won't let it destroy you" he says as he lifts his hand from your belly and walks away leaving you to rest.

Xenophanes

"Oh, what's this, my dearest" he says with a large grin on his face, you explain what goes on and you see how his grin slowly fades. He dislikes your period.

Your comfort is his priority so he makes his dimension comfortable for you.

When you are cramping he simply rewrites the reality so you no longer feel it.

He is surprisingly gentle with you on your period, he carefully guides you to lie down and lets you cling to him.

If you are craving anything, he instantly fulfils your request by bringing you exactly what you want. He wants you to enjoy every bite and eat as much as you want.

When your mood swings he drops his dramatic tone and comforts you.

He encourages you to sleep and rest and will make sure nothing disturbs your sleep.

Majin

"Well, that's not fun" he says as his expression drops as he hears your explanation, he doesn't like that.

He tries to drown your pain by making his dimension more colorful and lighter, he wants to cheer you up and distract you from the pain.

When you are cramping, he gets concerned and places his hand on your belly in hopes of making you feel better.

He is veeeery clingy, so he is always hugging you and pulling you close randomly, he doesn't respect your personal space at all.

He loves when you are craving something, he finds it fun and he will appear with any food or snack that you are craving, sitting next to you while you eat and watching you excitedly.

He is very sensitive so when you get emotional, he will hold you and comfort you, often kissing your face as he does that.

He doesn't like stillness, but for you he will try, while you are sleeping he ''''tries'''' to remain quiet, fidgeting a bit and constantly checking on you.

Exetior

When he sees you in pain he is unsettled, he asks you what's going on and you explain to him everything, you can see his expression tighten as he listens, he is angry at the fact that something like a 'period' exists.

He becomes more controlling than usual, he doesn't want you dealing with your pain alone, so he uses his powers to warp his world into a more comfortable one.

When you are cramping he uses his dark energy to ease the pain, still he doesn't like that he cannot fully get rid of it completely.

He becomes more physical than usual, keeping you always with him and against him.

He makes sure that you eat and brings any craving that you have.

When your mood swings, he tries to control himself, he is volatile by nature but he is trying for you, he comforts you by holding you and caressing your face.

While you are sleeping he becomes very protective, staying nearby, watching you and your surroundings so it's safe.

Rewrite

He notices how you've been acting off, you explain everything to him and he doesn't like it, at all.

He curates his world so it is perfect and calm for you, rewriting every single detail for your comfort, it's so safe that it's uncanny.

He rewrites your cramps, he views your pain as something to be edited out so he does so.

He is very deliberate with his touch, guiding you into comfortable positions against him, he allows you to cling on to him, acting surprised that you trust him that much.

Any craving that you have he instantly remembers it and he will bring any food or snack to you.

He is very good at reading emotions so when you are having mood swings, his tone softens and pulls you closer.

He encourages you to rest and he stays nearby while you do so, observing you.

Kolossos

He stares at you, letting a low growl of concern, he knows that you are hurting and wants to know why, so you explain it to him and he simply nods.

He wants to protect you, so he stays extremely close to you.

He doesn't really understand pain, so when he sees you cramping, he presses his body against yours hoping it will go away, it's almost suffocating but calming.

He is very physician, he is always wrapping an arm around you, careful to not use his mutated arm on you.

When you are craving something, he understands that you need energy, so he will bring anything that is edible and push it forward, watching as you eat, if you down he will let a low growl and insist.

When you are emotional, he nudges you and keeps you close, while rubbing his face against your cheek.

When you sleep, he will stay right beside you, often laying next to you, refusing to leave and relax.

Sonic.eyx

His single eye locks on you, he notices that there is something wrong with you, you explain everything to him and he’s bothered by it.

He remains close to you, following you silently and watching everything that you do, he refuses to leave you alone while you're this vulnerable.

He loves inflicting pain on others and making it agonising as possible, but not on you, he wants to understand your pain and help you, so when you are cramping he uses his fire manipulation to ease the cramps.

He is not really affectionate but he is very close to you, he will often lean or rest his bigger body against yours (he is 10ft/3m tall), if you cuddle him he will copy your movements and cuddle you back.

He understands hunger and eating, since he often eats the flesh of his victims, so he brings you food by teleporting himself and he will watch you as you two eat.

When you are emotional, he freezes since he doesn't understand emotions, he will move closer and touch your arm while he says: "Stop." He is just confused and wants you to stop feeling that way.

He doesn't sleep, so when you sleep he stares at you with his big eye without moving.

Diablo

He normally sees suffering and pain as flaws to be burned away, but when it comes to you, pain is something that he refuses to let consume you.

When you explain everything to him, he doesn't like it, why is your own body harming you like that?

He stabilises and makes your surroundings warm with his powers.

When you are cramping, he will place his warm hand on your abdomen.

He will keep you at his side and keep his hand on you at all times, so you are comfortable.

He will force his victims to bring any of your cravings and he will watch you as you eat.

When you are emotional, he gets less aggressive and tries to reassure you the best he can.

Lord X

When he found out he laughed, not in a funny manner, but rather mockingly.

At first he is offended and disgusted about the fact that a human is his soulmate since he would never view one as an equal, therefore he starts ignoring the feeling of the soulmate bond, which only makes things worse for you and his guardians, the soulmate bond affects his powers unintentionally, so often he appears near you, randomly, his mood shifts, he is cruel and a narcissist by nature, however it worsens when you are not around him and his guardians have to deal with that; also, he slowly becomes possessive towards you.

Then it happens, it starts slowly, then violently.

He will toy with you at first, then push your limits, eventually claiming you as his soulmate, however that does not mean that he sees you as his equal, he will kill anyone that threatens to harm you but in his eyes you are still a weak human, and he hates that he now cares about you.

OMT

Congratulations, he will immediately fixate on you, he accepts you as his soulmate immediately.

"So...you are mine"

No hesitation or doubt in his voice, just pure and sickly obsession with you, there is no way of getting rid of him, good luck. He will follow you around, going to the bathroom? He will observe you while you are in. Showering? He won't allow you to spread the curtain, he will stand in your bathroom watching you. Sleeping? He doesn't need sleep, he will observe you from the corner of your bed, his empty sockets fixated on your body, observing any movement.

OMT learns every single habit and weakness that you have.

Oh, you want to run away from him? Impossible, that will only make his obsession worse, his love for you is inescapable, don't you get it? You were already his from the beginning.

Faker/EXE

He would be delighted, he would approach you gently and harmless, at first. A human soulmate is perfect, perfect as a new obsession. His gentleness is all a facade, a manipulation.

He would isolate you from everyone, replace your reality with him and only him, he doesn't need words, his actions speak louder, you don't need anyone else, just him.

Xenophanes

He would be angry, no, furious, enraged. A human?! That is an insult for him, it has to be a mistake. He will try to sever the bond, but it doesn't work, it's too strong. Unfortunately for you, that is when things become dangerous.

He would avoid you at first, avoiding crossing paths with you in his realm, or simply teleport away from you, maybe even send you back into your reality. However, that wouldn't be the end, he would switch to observe you, you can't see him, but you have that feeling that someone is watching you, you know is him.

Xenophanes becomes more and more unstable as the days go, the connection is almost making him go insane, then he breaks. The way you affect him, to the point of making him react and behave crazier than usual, brings him to a conclusion.

You are a weakness for him.

So he tries to break the bond again, if that doesn't work, he will trap you as a way for him to feel a sense of control over the bond. Honestly, it wouldn't be safe for his soulmate to be around him.

2011x

He would be confused but intrigued, the idea of a soulmate is very confusing for him so he wouldn't fully understand why all of a sudden a human matter so much for him.

He is the type to just test the waters, he will study you and your fears, get closer to you and observe you. Honestly, he is just curious about how you are so different from any other of his victims.

He will eventually become attached to you, be protective, and keep you around him all the time.

2017x

He will spiral.

"No...no, no, no, no! That can't be right"

He already has so much going on in terms of how he views himself, he will be very dependent and unstable, clingy, desperate and very volatile.

Any type of behaviour that he views as you putting distance.

"Please don't leave, don't leave, don't leave, don't!"

Very toxic. He would be terrified of losing you.

God Z

He would be quiet. Very quiet.

I mean he already knew, he is not surprised at all. You being with him as his soulmate was inevitable, and obviously dangerous for you as a human.

Lord X

Honestly he doesn't know what to say when you first tell him, a human and an evil entity from the void having a child? He never thought that it could be possible.

He is not angry or anything, so when he sees your expression sadden at his silence he quickly reassures you with a smile.

The idea of a child with you makes him happy since he sees it as another chance at creating a strong offspring that he can be proud of (not like Faker).

He is very protective, more than he already is.

He is careful not to hurt your belly with his sharp claws every time he rests his hand over your belly.

He is even more possessive than before, refusing to take an eye off you, or letting you out of his sight, so whenever you go, he is watching, even when you cannot see him.

Mandatory daily naps, he refuses to let you overexert yourself, you are carrying his child so it is important that your health is optimal.

Don't bother lifting a finger, his guardians and servants are there to help you anyways, is their job, if he hears or sees you even trying to put on your shoes on your own he will immediately stop you and send a servant to help you instead.

He doesn't care that you think he is being dramatic, there is no such thing as too much for you, he will even go as far as manipulating his realm temperature so it is warm for you every time you are cold, or turning the hard floor of the sitting room into a soft surface for you.

He hates your morning sickness, because for him that means that you are struggling, so he uses his powers to ease any discomfort. 

His favourite thing, your pregnant belly and swollen breasts, he doesn't care that you feel insecure about how you look, you are ethereal in his eyes, he can't keep his hands off you and you turn him on more than you already do.

He reads a lot about human pregnancy to make sure that all your needs are met.

If the baby moves while his hand is there, he freezes for a moment before letting out a quiet, amused chuckle. It's one of the few things that can genuinely catch him off guard.

He talks to the baby before it's born, though not in a traditionally affectionate way. His voice is calm and commanding, introducing himself as though the child can already understand him.

The poor baby already has expectations to be met, he tells the baby to grow well and healthy and to stop making you feel sick, he also speaks about the ways he has hunted and tortured his victims and how he can't wait to teach him.

He fully expects the child to possess all his abilities. Whether they resemble him or you doesn't matter, that child is Lord X's child therefore he doesn't understand why wouldn't they be strong like him.

He secretly enjoys imagining what the child will look like, though he'd never admit it aloud.

Complimenting you while you're pregnant comes naturally to him, his favourite compliment being how you wear his creation well.

Exeller

He asks if you're joking at first, he is shocked.

Once he realizes you're telling the truth, the biggest grin spreads across his face.

Exeller is visibly excited, he will laugh, as he paces around the room, then comes right back because he's too impatient to stay away from you, he will then fly to you and kiss you while holding you tightly.

He can't stop smiling for the rest of the day, he will immediately tell his sister Alice, who as well doesn't believe him at first.

Say goodbye to personal space, he is not taking his hands off you and your belly specially.

He's fascinated by every stage of the pregnancy, and every change on your body, he will wake you up with his head between your legs savouring your taste, then play with your breasts as you shower.

When the baby starts kicking you can see his expression softening, he is gentle as he places his hand over your stomach, excited to feel the baby kicking.

He talks to the baby constantly, you often wake up by him speaking to the baby, telling him stories about his many fights.

Your baby bump has a nickname before the baby is even born.

He uses his clones to help around, sending one to fetch things, another to cook, and another to keep you company if he's occupied.

The clones all think they're the "favorite parent," leading to endless bickering, so get used to the constant arguments of the clones over you and the baby.

He tries to hide how nervous he is about becoming a father, you can tell something worries him but he won't tell you, you will often catch him reading parenting books and the second you walk in, he slams the book shut.

Deep down, he's terrified that his own violent nature could somehow affect the child, or if he might accidentally hurt the baby.

If you reassure him that he'll be a good father, he goes unusually quiet, he doesn't believe you at first, but you just have to keep reassuring him.

Once the pregnancy starts showing, he becomes clingier than usual. You'll often catch him absentmindedly resting his head against your bump whenever the two of you are relaxing together.

By the end of the pregnancy, he's already imagining teaching the child everything he knows, including how to annoy you.

Above everything else, Exeller sees the baby as proof that despite everything he's become, he can still create something precious.

Sonic.omt

When you quietly tell him, he simply stares at you in silence with his wide and empty smile.

So you repeat yourself again, and when you do he lets out a low and amused laugh.

OMT is cold and curious at first, he has no idea what a pregnancy is, but he is curious to learn.

His black and empty sockets remain fixed on your stomach for an unsettling amount of time, he's already trying to sense the life growing inside, he will gently place a hand over your stomach, which is rare, he is not usually gentle when holding you since sometimes he doesn't measure his strength, but this time he is very gentle.

In his eyes you're no longer just his, the baby is, too.

You are already pretty much isolated from others since OMT is very possessive over you.

He's constantly checking on you, though he'd never call it concern (he is concerned).

If you complain about morning sickness, he actually pauses whatever he's doing to watch you, despite loving suffering he hates seeing you in pain.

He starts altering his world to make everything easier for you, the sound of flesh and screams is muted and instead is total quietness, he will even go as far as trying to replicate your favourite place from back when you were outside his game.

You're one of the only people who notices that he's actually calmer around you during the pregnancy, but he is only like that when he is alone with you.

The first time the baby kicks while his hand is resting on your stomach, he freezes, he simply observes, he will pretend not to care but he won't lift his hands off your belly for hours.

His voice is calm, almost instructional every time he speaks to the baby, ordering the baby to grow stronger and not disappoint him and you and the expectations that he has for the baby.

He fully expects the child to inherit extraordinary abilities, there are not maybes, he demands that the baby be born with his abilities.

If you become anxious about childbirth, he simply cups your face and will try to reassure you.

He knows that he will be a good father, he is a god after all, pure perfection, so why would he doubt himself?

He becomes fiercely devoted to both you and your unborn child.

2017X

His first reaction is pure excitement, almost childlike in its enthusiasm.

Before you can react, he's already gently taking both of your hands and bouncing on his heels.

He immediately starts talking about all the things he's going to do with the baby, he doesn't care if you fall asleep while he is talking he simply keeps going on.

He speaks to your belly non stop, everyday, when your belly starts growing he will poke your belly, gently of course, and when the baby starts kicking he will gasp dramatically as he proudly praises the baby.

He talks to the baby constantly, telling them stories about his "heroic adventures" (most of them are wildly exaggerated).

His protective instincts become much stronger.

In his mind, he is a hero and heroes protect their friends and you're his best friend (and lover of course), so if he sees someone making you cry, his Broken Face will begins to emerge as his body shakes, cracks spreading across his body as his grin distorts, he doesn't care about what the other person has to say, they made you cry.

Around you, though, he calms down much faster than he normally would, that's how powerful the sound of our voice is to him, it helps ground him

He becomes very proud whenever you let him feel the baby kick, he smiles so brightly every single time.

If you remind him the baby probably isn't a hedgehog, since you are human, he will simply insist.

He genuinely believes the baby is going to love chili dogs.

He becomes extra clingy during the pregnancy, he will not let go of your hand, he will rest his head on your shoulder and walk beside you everywhere you go.

If you ever worry about being a good parent, he smiles warmly and takes your hands, kissing your knuckles and reassures you: "We'll figure it out together."

2011X

His grin widens, he has no idea that it was possible, he is absolutely fascinated and intrigued.

Something new has happened, and he loves that, it is like a game and X loves games.

He circles you like he's trying to solve a puzzle and interrogates you, he immediately wants to know everything: How big is it? Can it hear him? When will it come out? Can it use his powers? Dozens of questions before you've even answered the first one.

One second he's laughing and the next he's already imagining all the things he'll teach the baby.

The first time the baby kicks against his hand, his eyes widen, he laughs so hard he nearly falls backwards, he demands that the baby do it again, and the baby does, you can't help but laugh at his childish behaviour.

Despite his usual cruelty, he becomes incredibly possessive, you aren't allowed anywhere without him nearby.

If anything frightens you, his playful mood disappears instantly and simply erases them out of existence, they are not worth making a game out of.

X is impatient by nature, so waiting months is torture, everyday without ail he will ask how long until you give birth, and everytime you don't give him the answer that he wants he will groan dramatically.

He absolutely tries talking to the baby, planning ways to play with his victims and how the baby will help

His definition of parenthood is introducing the child to his favorite games and worlds.

He becomes strangely attached to hearing your heartbeat alongside the baby's, sometimes he'll rest his head against you without saying a word, quietly listening. It's one of the rare times he's completely calm.

You had found the CD in a plastic bag, with text written on it (in what you assumed, at the time, to be red marker) that read "PLAY MY GAME." It was stuck between the books in a public library you were browsing through. You found it remarkably cheesy. Like some weirdo had probably made a piece of shit game and left it here for a sort of doctored word-of-mouth marketing. You took it home and put it into your computer, and played the stupid little game.

You should have never played that stupid little game. It felt so strange to be in a body that wasn't yours, especially that of something that wasn't human. You had fur, and a tail, and ears at the top of your head. The first several days of your presence in this world was simply getting used to your new form and its proportions. If the disorienting transformation wasn't enough, the monster that inhabited this world made the situation a lot worse. Upon your arrival, this gross approximation of sonic leaned over you, his expression twisted into a smile, his sharp teeth pointing in all directions as his white and red eyes studied you, inspecting your form.

"Oooh, hello, new friend!" He clasped his hands together, seemingly delighted at your appearance, as if he didn't know you were coming. When you scrambled to make distance between yourself and him, he chuckled. "Awww, C'mon now! Don't be shy..." His voice was tinged with mockery. He just approached you each time you tried to run, stumbling clumsily as you adjusted to your vessel. "You'll warm up to me in time! How about we play a little game? It's my favorite way to get to know people!"

And so he threw you into this little game. A game of tag. You ran, and he chased, and when he caught you, he knocked you to the ground rather harshly. He reached down to your neck, pulled you up in a choke hold, before a simple squeeze of his large hands snapped your neck under his grip.

It killed you, but he had brought you back. That alone was enough to get you to take his power seriously. He put you through a few more games that similarly went this way, and over time you came to expect the agony and death. You started to use different tactics to try and escape him.

When he initiated a new game of tag, this time, you bolted off the trodden path and tried to hide in a cave. You bumped right into him in the dark. He laughed, the cavern making it echo loudly around you. All you could see was the exit, and his bright dot eyes. "Trying something new, friend?" He chimed. You didn't wait for him to continue and ran in the opposite direction. He caught you eventually, and killed you once more, but you weren't out of ideas.

The next game he played, you tried to fight him. It felt almost futile. Your vessel wasn't particularly strong - at least, not in any way you could figure out - and the monster beat you quite brutally. He didn't make your defeat swift, he broke bones and knocked out teeth, each time it seemed like your strength and motivation was waning, he goaded you into attacking him more. This continued until you were so beaten and broken that you simply couldn't stand anymore. Your attempt fascinated him. He put an end to it with a heel to your skull, killing you again.

In the next game, you did nothing. When he approached you, you stood still. You looked him in the eyes, glaring. He stared too, quite intently, waiting for you to make a move.

He'd tap his foot impatiently before scoffing. "Ugh. Out of ideas? Don't get boring on me, now... it feels like we only just started!" When you turned and started walking away from him, he panicked for a moment. "Are you IGNORING me?! Ooooh... I should have known!" He twisted his tone, laced with dark delight. "I didn't mean to get boring first! Here, let's play something NEW! Somewhere else!" The being grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled you to that "Somewhere else."

It looked like a castle, black and white checkered tile floors and red curtains hung between pillars on the large stone brick walls. His voice echoed through the halls of the castle, though you did not see him. "How about a game of hide and seek? Here, I'll give you a head start!" and the game in this new, strange place began.

You scrambled to find a place to hide in these relatively barren halls. The lack of decorations aside from the curtains and the occasional statues of your torturer made finding one difficult. Your path twisted and turned, but every hall looked the same. If you had been running in circles, you wouldn't have been able to tell. As the ticking that echoed the halls got quicker, like that of a cartoonish time bomb, so did the beating of your heart. By the time you could hear the ringing alarm bell in your ears, you had climbed into the folds of a curtain. Woefully unideal. But better than nothing.

The monster hunting you took your time looking for you, walking down the halls at a casual pace. He checked behind the statues and every curtain. He didn’t truly know where you were, that would ruin the fun, but he sure did take his time finding you. Your adrenaline was doing work, keeping you strong enough to keep you suspended above ground in the curtain. But, by the time you could hear his shoes clicking on the tile floors, your muscles were trembling. When the monster got to your curtain, he pushed it away from the wall in search of you, upon realizing that the fabric felt heavier than usual, he looked up to find you.

His smile stretched freakishly wide. “You amuse me, friend!”

You dropped from your hiding place and darted down the hall, and the monster gave chase. He caught up with you, as he always did. And grabbed you by the forearms to get you to face him. His grin was still wide, his eyes studying your tired, furious expression. He relished in how your arms trembled in his grasp.

“Hehehe, I would love for this game to last longer, too! But I’m afraid you’ve lost again…”

“Just get it over with.” You snarled through your teeth. He knew very well that this anger was just a front for your fear. He could feel your quick pulse in his grip.

He obliged.

+ - - - - - - -

Each time he initiated a game with you, you tried to find some creative way to escape it or beat him. This made you wildly interesting to him. When you had a break between games, your fellow vessels would eye your exhausted expression cautiously. They, too, seemed tired, but upon your arrival, they got a much-needed break from their torment as the monster seemed occupied with his new "friend."

"I uh, think X likes you..." one vessel said.

"X?" you queried in response

"Oh, that's uh, it's name. Y'know, usually it spreads its time between all of us, but uh, you're taking the brunt of it's... 'games' as of late... Sorry."

You could only groan and bury your face in your hands in response.

His neglect of the other vessels went on for so long that your body reeled at its exhaustion. Running gave you a splitting headache and your whole body burned. You couldn't think, and your movement slowed to a stumble. Of course, this bored your torturer, but when he plodded up to you to ask you what the deal was, he didn't even need to ask before he saw the reason of your change in behavior. Your limbs trembled at the effort to hold up your own weight, your eyes were ringed by dark circles and sunken in. X took a moment to think, he hadn't realized how much he was prioritizing you! He had even forgotten that you squishy mortals needed much more rest than he did. So he withdrew, allowing you rest, while the other vessels faced his torment.

+ - - - - - - -

X quickly got bored of the other vessels. They had all been there before you, and had become quite predictable. But still, he continued his normal rotation of vessels after giving you extended time to recover. Sure, you may "respawn" after you're killed, healing your wounds, but your tiredness subsisted after death. As more time passed, you saw old vessels be dispatched for the final time, souls claimed after X became tired of the boredom, and swapped with new ones. But still, he kept you around.

You grieved the first set of vessels he had brought in, and held their replacements at arms length. It was just a matter of time before they were replaced, too. How much time had passed? You didn't know. You couldn't know. There was no way to. Still, you played X's games, and your attempts to escape them felt as interesting to him as ever, and each symbolic end to the game was often marked with a painful death, accept...

Slowly, the torture stopped. When he wanted to kill you, he did it quickly. The game ended as soon as X found you in your hiding spot, or caught you as you were fleeing, or beat you in a fight. You couldn't tell if it was a reward for your persistence or not. You started to try to escape between rounds now, too. This delighted X even more. He felt like he had to keep an eye on you.

One day, after a tiring game in X's castle, he hesitated in killing you. Instead, he stared at you after he had eventually chased you to exhaustion. His expression was difficult to read. He seemed to be thinking very intensely.

"What?" You spat, glaring at him.

He snapped out of it and spoke rather quietly, "I don't know," he sat down in front of you. It was strange to see. He was often in motion, whether that be floating off the ground or jogging about. You had never actually seen him rest.

"What do you want?"

"I just told you, I don't know!" He paused for a long time, and you to sat, staring at each other. Your furious expression turned quizzical and your exhausted body slowly rested from this sort of stalemate. After a while, he broke the silence. "Hmm... I think... I might be bored of killing you."

You panicked, almost. Is he going to dispose of you, just like he did with the original group of vessels? You didn't want to die! At least, you thought you didn't... All the torture and coming back to life, maybe it would be a relief to see it come to an end? But even then, that had faded from X's daily activities. You weren't sure what you wanted anymore... "Bored?"

"Yeah. You've played so many rounds of my game, and you were so creative throughout! Buuuut... I always win... And when I win, I kill you, and the game ends!"

You only sighed. But, X shuffled closer to you. You leaned away from him, a little fearful.

"I'm not stupid, you know." X muttered. His hand reached out to your face and his fingers curled tightly around your chin. "This whole time, you've been trying to escape. It's natural that some vessels slip through my fingers, but... part of me wants to keep you around. So I've been busy making things harder for you. After all, a good friend of mine wouldn't try to avoid me."

You pulled away from his grasp, snapping back, "I'm not your friend!"

X stood up brushing the dust off his knees. "Oooh, I know you don't mean that! You're just cranky because you're tired. Here, I'll leave you in my castle so you can rest, how about that?"

Before you could respond, X vanished. Immediately after, the repetitive halls folded out and reshaped themselves before you. Suddenly, the architecture of X's castle looked a lot more functional. There were many halls still, yes, but there were finally rooms and variation. It made it a lot harder to get lost. You were, indeed, tired from the game, so you wandered the castle looking for a nice place to rest. You stumbled across a dining room with a long table, a piano room and a massive library (though most every book you picked up was completely blank, aside from a select few that were written in a language you couldn't comprehend), various wash rooms and lounges scattered around the place.

After a bit of wandering, you stumbled onto a hall with a few closed doors. You opened one to see a lavishly furnished bedroom. The red decor and the bouquet of fleshy-looking foliage, and extra shoes that looked just like his informed you that this was probably X's room. The next room down was dark and completely barren, with a thick layer of dust on the floor. You sneezed as you closed the door. The room after that, however, was a fairly decent looking guest room. Sure, the floors were the same checkerboard pattern all throughout the castle, and there was still quite a bit of dust in here, too, it was better than curling up on the floor or using one of the many curtains in the castle as a makeshift hammock. After a few minutes of vigorous dusting, you laid down to rest, elated at the chance to finally use a bed after sleeping wherever was most comfortable in X's game world for so long, and almost immediately passed out into sleep.

+ - - - - - - -

When you woke up, you wandered around the castle some more. There was no-one else here but you. Was X... lonely? Did he seriously think he was your friend? You flipped that idea around in your head. Surely he understood that the pain you felt wasn't enjoyable. Surely he should know that's not how you make friends. Right? You don't even know why you were considering it. He doesn't deserve pity, not after all the pain he's inflicted.

Your mind was wandering as you, too, wandered around the empty halls of the castle. It felt so odd to be somewhere where there was truly no-one. Between rounds of his games, X would put all the vessels near each other and your attempts to escape together and idle chatter quieted any stray thoughts that could sprout from your mind. Many surfaces in this place were dusty. It made sense, X was rather impatient and he spent so much time tending to his games, he probably doesn't spend much of it keeping his giant castle clean and tidy. This whole place, halls lined with statues of himself, all to himself... talk about big ego. You came upon the same rooms you stumbled into before your rest, but now that you weren't so tired you were able to ponder about them more thoughtfully. The books in the library seemed to be there purely for aesthetics, aside from a few in a script you couldn't read. You couldn't imagine X had the patience to read much of anything, so you puzzled at what could possibly be in these books. This train of thought led you to remember another room you saw the day before.

The piano room was decorated more lavishly than most other rooms, with a fine rug and a lounge sofa, with a dark crystal chandelier hanging from the dome ceiling. You quickly plodded over to the piano to find not a spot of dust on the instrument. You sat down on the fine leather piano stool and lifted up the key cover, gently placing your fingers on said keys and pressing down. You didn't know how to play the piano. But, you could tell that none of the keys were out of tune, and they were clean and overall in good shape. To think that such an immature creature such as X would have the discipline, patience and consistent motivation to learn the piano was a puzzling prospect to you. He would sometimes lash out violently if he lost his patience with you or the other vessels, so to see this instrument was not at least chipped or scratched anywhere was surprising. Maybe he just took particularly good care of it? Like it was some sort of prized possession?

You were feeling a lot more curious now. X hadn't checked up on you just yet, so you believe him to be busy with the other vessels, and you jogged over to his bedroom. The sheets of the bed were dusty, which made sense to you, as he didn't ever seem to sleep. You looked in the closet, and while most of what you saw was extra pairs of shoes and gloves, you also saw a white T-shirt with an X crudely scribbled on it, along with a hoodie and some pants that looked about a size too big for him. There was also a baseball cap on the shelf above the clothing rack. 'Weird! All this time, he's had relatively normal clothes and he's never bothered to wear them,' you thought to yourself. Upon turning around, however, you were alarmingly close and face-to-face with the man himself. You yelped loudly and stumbled back into the closet, falling on your ass.

X laughed loudly at your fright, and leaned down to look at you a little closer. "Nosy, aren't you? I suppose it's only natural that you'd be curious about me, when I've learned so much about you through our little games..." He reached his arm out, as if he wanted you to grab it to help you up.

You glared at him in suspicion.

"Ooh, come on, now! No need to be standoffish," X said, then lowered his voice, "if I wanted to punish you for snooping, I would have done it already."

The comment made you more uncomfortable, but you pushed down you distrust with a sigh. You reached your hand out and his fingers curled too tightly around it, and he pulled you up a little roughly but without injury.

+ - - - - - - -

X took you on a stroll around the castle. He... wanted to talk about design elements? The whole time you couldn't focus on what he was saying. You just stared at him, absolutely dumbfounded by this bizarre interaction. X had tortured and killed you. Multiple times. As well as some of your friends, permanently. He was in complete control here, as he made this world. He had literal ownership of your soul. He was the textbook definition of a monster. You looked at the sharp, crooked teeth sticking out from his lips and his hollow socket eyes and the way his skin sat on his bony form like some sort of horrific rubber. He must've asked you a question, because his piercing pupils turned to look at you from corner the cavernous holes that his eye sockets left in his head. From your intensely focused expression being broken by his eye contact, he could tell you weren't listening to him. X stopped walking, as did you, and he turned to face you.

"Are you paying attention at all?" he seemed rather disappointed.

You didn't answer his question, as there were too many swimming in your head, so instead, you asked him a question, "What are you doing?" You couldn't keep it from sounding sort of accusatory.

X went quiet for a moment, his eyes studying your tense form and your furrowed brows.

You were suspicious that this was another game. Another form of torture, another way for him to get into your head and tease out your fears. But instead, X's smile spread wider across his face, though a bit uneasy-looking with his slightly squinted eyes.

"I'm just walking with my friend, aren't I? Showing them my works?" He spoke as if innocent.

"No, you aren't. I don't get it, why am I here? Why haven't you returned me to the rest of the vessels, why do you treat me differently? You got bored of the killing and the torturing and all of that - not with the others - but with me, specifically. Why?" You urged him to answer you by getting up in his space and pointing a finger at him. X tensed up as if you could do anything to harm him.

X put his hands up between you and himself in attempts to quell your frustrations, speaking slowly and calmly. "Well, my friend, you are right to be frustrated with me... I, too, was frustrated with how I felt. And... I lied to you, as well. I said I was bored, but that's not true. There came a point where seeing you in pain became... unpleasant. Uncomfortable. The feeling was so strong I simply had to stop. And now, the same has happened in regards to your death as well..."

X's response didn't please you. "But why? Why me?"

The creature sighed. "I don't know. You've been through so many rounds of my game, but there's only so much that can tell me. That's why I brought you here. I wanted to bring you closer to find out!"

You looked around. In your time snooping around the castle, you subconsciously looked for any more avenues of escape. It became basically second nature to you as you spent time in X's world. But you found nothing. No weak point in the wall, no window to shatter that didn't lead into a garden or courtyard with metal spiked fences. Closer was in the smaller, lonelier cage. Deeper in the dungeon, guarded by the wretched warden. As your face went pale and your expression turned to a dour hopelessness, you felt the monster grab your arm. Not firmly, not roughly, but it shocked you nonetheless. You flinched.

X trailed his hand down your arm and to your own hand, holding it and using his other hand to clasp over it. His smile was surprisingly earnest, and he looked up at you from a down-turned gaze, clearly trying to appear less intimidating. "Don't worry, friend," he said in his attempt at a calming voice. "I'll visit more often, and if you want anything from me to make you more comfortable here, you can just ask."

+ - - - - - - -

You had no choice but to become habituated to your new place. All and all, it wasn't too bad. It just got a little lonely sometimes as X was often with the other vessels no doubt torturing them much in the same way as he would torture you. There was also very little to do, and with all this dust sitting on the unused furniture you turned to tidying up the place as your pass time activity. The castle was actually pretty nice looking when it was well taken care of.

One of the things you asked X for was real books in the library - specifically that you could read - and the next day after you awoke from your slumber each empty book had been replaced. The method at which X seemed to have chosen the books was completely random, including some outdated textbooks, cookbooks going back hundreds of years - some in older versions of English, comics from series you've never heard of and quite a bit more. There were far too many to peruse through in a reasonable time and the whole library was woefully unsorted, so any particular genre you were looking for had to be hunted with patience and attention to detail.

Nevertheless, you were able to find some books you were actually interested in reading, and you spent much of your time doing just that. Your life here was remarkably quiet and simple, with X as your only company. Your dreams of escape were mostly faded now, and the vision of the future you imagined for yourself went with it. X's behavior around you gradually changed, he showed interest in what you were doing and asked you about your interests more. Y'know, like a real friend would. It was odd, coming from him. You flinched and startled at X's sudden appearances next to you in the castle, fearing him as if he would do the same thing he's always done to you and all the other vessels, but that expected violence never occurred. He was cordial. Caring, even. Though, he did laugh every time he scared you. He couldn't help it.

Nightmares were frequent. You lived in a body that wasn't yours, in a world not made for humans in a castle once so dusty that it would give anyone with an allergy instant anaphylaxis, there were few human comforts because you were the only one there, and the horrors of torture and death you faced not so long ago still haunted you. X was the main demon that hung around your mind, as well as all the things you never got to do while you were still out in the world you belonged to. You were often tired, or upset, and sometimes you'd even lash out at X, shouting at him. But, he would try to reassure you.

"My friend, i am not completely oblivious to the world you come from, y'know. Here, you won't have to worry about money, or where your next meal is coming from, or staying warm and safe... You might not even have to worry about dying of old age!"

X didn't understand that there were things in life that made those worries worth it. But, you couldn't deny that things were getting harder in the world you knew. It frightened you when you thought that maybe here - as in X's world, in his castle, living the life he was providing you - would be a better place than there - the "real" world - if things got much worse. It was hard to argue back at him.

+ - - - - - - -

In your sifting through the library, you found a book on how to play the piano, how read sheet music, and - several hours later - you found a book full of sheet music. There were some classical pieces, along with others you've never heard of. You brought the books over to the piano room. You practiced notes until you were comfortable with the finger positioning of your big mobian hands on the keys, and struggled with the sheet music for quite a long time. You had the feeling you were being watched, so you turned around.

X, of course, was there, and he walked to your side and looked at how you were holding your hands on the keys.

"Your wrists are too low."

"What?" You raised your whole hand off the keys, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"No, here. Put your fingers back on the keys -" you obliged, "- and... There we go." With one finger, he had pushed your wrists up so your hands descended down onto the keys of the piano instead of up onto it.

"Oh, um. Thanks." You continued trying to play the piano, and while the new positioning didn't make it easier, it did make it more comfortable.

X patiently watched as you practiced giving you a few pointers here and there when he could. However, on the occasion that you would be off on your finger positioning, he would do something remarkably odd. He would stand behind you, quite closely, reaching over your shoulders and putting his hands on top of yours with the correct finger positioning. He would also use this method to teach you the most effective way to switch between different finger positions. Sometimes his body would press right up against your back. The close proximity made you nervous, however it was an affective teaching tool, so long as you could ignore how warm his hands were. You weren't perfect, of course. You weren't even good. But you were improving, which was more than what you were doing when you first started.

When you messed up the last time and huffed impatiently to conclude your practice session, you got up from the piano stool to see X smiling widely - wider than usual - at you. This wide grin had the remarkable affect of letting his smile reach his eyes. In some way, you felt this was endearing. In another way, you felt it was unsettling to see his contorted face make such a gross approximation of genuine pride. As attached as he seemed to be to you, you were warming up to him as well.

+ - - - - - - -

You jolted awake after one of your many nightmares one night. You were thoroughly tangled in the sheets of your bed, suggesting you were tossing and turning some great amount in your sleep. Two little lights hovering over your bed caught your eye... and after a second of squinting into the dark you realized it was X, sitting at the foot of your bed, with his hand on your foreleg. You jumped a little upon the realization, internally questioning how you didn't notice he was touching you before.

"Christ! X, what are you doing in here?"

"You left the door open. I also noticed you were quite restless... You seemed to be panicking, so I woke you up." He removed his hand from your leg as you recoiled it toward yourself.

You could have sworn you closed the door, but you don't exactly remember doing so... you sighed. "Ugh. thanks, I guess. Just, don't make a habit out of this. It was just a nightmare. I'm fine."

He sat there silently for a moment before he wordlessly got up and left, closing the door behind him. You slept soundly for the rest of the night, getting a good night's rest for the first time in what felt like ages.

+ - - - - - - -

X was getting more and more distracted by you as time went on. He didn't need you to be playing his games for you to be interesting to him, which was a new feeling. One of the many he was experiencing as you got comfortable in his presence. Among them was the strong urge to simply be within close proximity to you, which was difficult when he was dealing with the other vessels. When you two were apart, it was at the back of his head almost all the time. He found himself craving your company quite a bit! But that made the times he could be close to you feel much better. After you two had parted ways when you were finished with your first attempt at piano practice, he was over the moon about the fact that you let him be so close to you. However, it was upsetting to a similar intensity when you drew back from his touch. Pain often thrilled X, but this emotional pain was quite a bit different from physical pain. He was learning as such even as he observed you.

Sometimes your thoughts of doom and gloom caught up to you. While you tried your hardest to choke them down, sometimes they would rear their ugly head and push their way through that frail wall you built to keep them away. Sometimes it was especially bad that it would catch you off guard while you were just trying to keep yourself busy. The quiet halls of X's castle let your louder thoughts dominate your mind. You broke down in the middle of the hall in one of the quieter corners of the castle. Your fear that X would see you like this only flung you further into despair. You burrowed your face into your hands as you sat on your knees on the cold hard checkered floors of the hall. X had heard your sniffling and sobbing echoing on the walls and discovered you wracked by your grief, kneeling on the floor of his castle. He slowly and carefully approached you, sat in front of you, and wrapped his arms around your trembling form. You didn't even notice he was there until he touched you.

It wasn't lost on you that his actions were making you feel this way. He was keeping you here. You didn't even want him to know that you were upset. But, something you tried to force down really wanted this embrace. You hated that you liked it. It was warm, and strong, though a little stiff... X was a little awkward still, and you weren't in prime hugging position. That was, until you pulled your knees away from your chest and reciprocated the embrace. X's mind was suddenly flooded with a deep, possessive urge. He tightened his hold on you, clutching you very close to his chest. The suddenness of the squeeze broke you out of your sorrow, instead you gasped for air a little, in which X released his grip. He held one of your forearms in his hands, however, watching you wipe away the tears on your lightly reddened face.

After you had mostly collected yourself, you looked at him, studying his expression carefully. It was hard to read. He wasn't smiling, he wasn't even making eye contact. He was just looking at your face, too. He seemed to be studying it as well, though for what reason you could not discern. That was, until his hand moved up to brush a stray tear off your cheek. You froze completely as he did it. X's ears folded down, glancing to the side as if he was fearing the consequences of what he just did. You wanted to stand up and yell at him, or push him away, or punch him in the face. You had fallen for him in this moment. Hook, line and sinker.

"X..?" You muttered out, shakily.

He was immediately at attention, looking into your eyes.

"Please tell me th-... that this isn't just an-another game..."

"What?"

"X, Please-" You broke for a second. You held your breath for another moment before continuing. "Is this another sick, t-twisted form of torture or are you--" you choked again, but X filled in the blanks.

"No, of course not, my friend! I meant it when I said I-"

He was cut off when you basically fell back into his embrace. Your efforts of keeping it together completely shattered. You fell apart in his hands, becoming a sobbing, trembling mess. But, he gathered you up in his arms again, holding you close with your head under his chin.

+ - - - - - - -

Things between you and X changed after this. You became significantly more comfortable in his presence, and he began to seek you for physical affection outright. X was a bit awkward. He struggled to put to words the way he felt about you. He was protective and possessive and the thought of losing you troubled him greatly. He additionally became acutely aware of your feelings, moving to comfort you when you felt unwell. He expressed his care mostly through actions instead of words, letting you curl up in his arms in your darker moments and holding you tightly against his chest. His affection toward you didn't change how he felt toward the other vessels, he was still fascinated by the pain and fear brought about by death and torture, but you were spared from this interest. Now, to do to you what he was doing to his other vessels felt unthinkable. He wanted you to feel good, and safe.

Over time you had managed to drown that conflicted feeling that would naturally come from a positive relationship with a creature like X. Adamant on keeping you separate from the other vessels, and never talking about you directly, it was likely that they assumed that he had killed you permanently. You also became habituated to the castle, and X seemed to be trying even harder to keep you comfortable there. He filled the gardens - which were all once just scorched, blackened grass - with some foliage. Of course, it was foliage of his own design, taking his morbid interests and putting them in the form of flowers, bushes and trees. They were twisted and fleshy but over time you got used to them and found beauty in their grotesque form. He took more breaks between playing his games to keep you company, helping you practice the piano and listening to you talk about your most recently read book. If you enjoyed a book that was apart of a series and struggled to find more entries in the library, X would find them for you and place them on your dresser in your room. The good started to outweigh the bad, especially as you two got more physical. X reveled in your attention, so when he came to visit you in his castle and you had your face in a book, he got a little jealous. You knew this now, and used it to tease him a little bit.

He appeared before you as you laid back in a lounge sofa. You side-eyed him for a moment and then smirked, going back to your book.

"Not even a hello?" He queried, tilting his head.

"Hello, X." You humored him, but did not look up from the page.

But, the creature quickly became impatient and approached you on the sofa. X straddled your legs, and then slipped his head past the loop of your arms were making as you read the book, and he laid down on you with his head resting on your chest, his eyes peering intently up at you. He was heavier than he looked! But also pretty warm. He felt like a weighted blanket. But, instead of giving him the attention he so desired, you rested your book-holding hands atop his head and continued reading. X wrapped his arms tightly around you and then growled, pulling his lips back to expose his gums and teeth like an angry wild animal.

"Ugh, you're so needy..." You said as you put your book down and then ran your fingers through X's quills.

He sighed, pleased, and scooted up to take up the rest of the room on your torso and burrowed his nose in the crook of your neck. It was a long time even before you were taken into X's word that you had experienced any sort of romantic physical affection, and in the time that you were here physical contact often meant violence, especially coming from X. This change in behavior was very welcome. You squirmed a bit to get more comfortable and then reciprocated the embrace before planting a few kisses on his head. It was the first time you had done anything like that. X was letting out a low, rumbling noise that vibrated through his chest, something between a purr and a growl. His grip loosened and his body relaxed. He was very happy.

+ - - - - - - -

Naturally, as time went on, you two became closer. You found yourself content with your place in his castle now, suffering far less sorrows than you had previously experienced. X was surprisingly perceptive to human romance customs and courting rituals, and though he knew he didn't need to do anything to win your heart anymore, he relished in the way your cheeks flushed pink and you fought a smile every time he did the simplest things like giving gifts and complimenting you. His compliments were often odd, usually likening you to abstract concepts and sensations. For example, He once told you you soothed him like the smell of incoming rain, and another time he likened your voice to the angelic hum of the abyss. It was surprisingly romantic, coming from him. Now any time you were apart, you found yourself wondering when you'd see him again, though the time between his visits were never long, and at the end of each "day," though the passing of such a marker of time was purely artificial, decided by X himself, you two would relax with each other, often cuddling or chattering idly.

But it was the end of the day now, and X was staying in his game world a little longer than usual, and you found yourself craving his presence. You wandered the castle to keep yourself entertained, trying to wait for X's arrival back to the castle, but before that happened, you came across his bedroom. He was never in it, and you hadn't been there since that first time you were snooping through his things, but your desire to feel even symbolically closer to your lover was strong just as your curiosity was back then. You opened the door and let yourself inside. It was dusty as ever, so you took initiative in cleaning it yourself. But, X had still not arrived back to the castle. You climbed in his bed. The linens were luxuriously soft and plush, and the mattress, while a little firm, still held your form comfortably. The sheets smelled like dust, but also a little bit like him. You laid there for what felt like quite a while before you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. You turned to X, who was grinning at you as he stood next to you in his bed.

"Where have you been?" You queried, peering up at him.

"I'm sorry my dear, I simply got carried away with a vessel and things got a bit... messy. I had to clean up." He took a good look around his newly cleaned room. "You've been busy... if you wanted different sheets, you could have just asked."

"Mmm... It's not the same..."

"How so?"

"It's not yours."

X rolled his eyes and walked to the other side of his bed, crawling in with you. You gave him a shy look when he laid next to you and turned his body to face yours. He chuckled and reached out to touch your face, after which you simply couldn't spend another moment a single inch away from X and closed the distance between you two, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his freshly cleaned chest fur. X held you close. There was no comfort quite like your embrace. With your companionship, he was feeling the best he's felt in centuries. He wanted to reward you for how good you've been for him... he slipped his leg between yours and pushed it into your crotch. He smiled devilishly as he moved it back and forth to offer a little stimulation. He pressed a little harder when you hummed pleasantly in response, clenching some of his fur in your fists as X ground his leg into you. You pushed your hips into him, you couldn't get enough of the sensation. After a few minutes, he had you huffing and whimpering, desperately grinding yourself on his leg as he goaded you to continue by rubbing it into your crotch. X was grinning at you as he held your form as it trembled with pleasure, while X took joy in his violent escapades, nothing compared to making you feel good. Especially like this... so vulnerable and intimate... the way you clung to him and pushed yourself into him told him that you trusted him wholly. It was a rewarding thing. Before he knew it, you had reached your climax, convulsing and moaning as he continued rubbing his leg into your crotch as you rode out your high.

After he allowed you a moment to come down from your pleasure, and in that moment you began to undress. X watched and waited excitedly, removing his shoes and gloves for your comfort. When you laid down once more, X climbed over you. His lips met yours and he basically drooled into your mouth as your tongues played with each other. It would've been a little gross if you weren't feeling that - in that moment - it felt like a vital need like air or water. You ran your fingers through his quills, moaning into his mouth as his hands ran up your sides, absolutely enraptured by your nude form. He was fully erect for you, his cock an odd, twisting tendril that had unsheathed itself from between his legs. You wondered what it would feel like once it was inside of you... but you wouldn't have to wonder for long. You spread your legs for X, muttering out a plea for him to enter you, and he obliged without delay. His tendril dick slipped inside you with ease. It didn't move too much once it was inside you, occasionally squirming. Its movement seemed restricted to how hard X was... It was comfortable and warm, wide at the base and a bit rounded at the tip, and it throbbed against your walls before X had even began thrusting.

He started out slowly, rocking his hips in sync to his rather deep breathing. As X pulled outward, tension built, and when he'd thrust in, it released, slow but surely like the movement of waves upon a shore. He knew he was fulfilling his goal of making you feel good when he watched your legs tremble as your heavy breathing did too, listening to you whimper and moan as a confirmation of your delight. He slowly accelerated pace as you both went on, he kept a consistent warmth in your abdomen that felt like heaven. X would pant and grunt as he fucked you, occasionally uttering out praise, as well as degradation, calling you a "good little toy," and then a "filthy mortal" as precum began to line the walls of your hole. He lowered his face down to the crook of your neck, letting his clenched teeth press against you, their points lightly pressing into your soft skin. You shuttered, thrilled by the proximity of your lover's deadly jaws to some of your most vital arteries. X quickened his thrusting once more, as did his panting, and when you arched your back he slipped his hands under you, holding you closer, as if being inside you wasn't enough. Your hole clenched around his cock as his grunting turned to a growl and his thrusting became shakier and more desperate. He uttered a plea into your ear, begging you to bite him. You did, sinking your teeth into his fur, and to his skin, but you hesitated on putting any more pressure before he begged you to bite harder. So you did, as hard as you could, and your lover's efforts increased tenfold, causing you to unravel basically instantly. The tightening of your hole on his cock made X come quickly after, punctuating with a few extra sloppy thrusts as he filled you up.

You both heaved, X pulling out of you and sheathing his cock back in his body after he had gone soft, watching the sweat drip down your exhausted form as he ran his fingers over the bite mark you gave him. He loved it, internally wishing he could get permanent scars easier so your mark could be immortalized on his vessel for as long as he had it. He didn't want your work of cleaning his sheets to go to waste, as you both sat there with sweaty bodies covered in each other's fluids, prone to dripping onto his bed should you not be washed. He carried you to the nearest bathroom and filled the clawfoot tub with warm water. He lowered you in, first, and then climbed in afterward. He scrubbed the sweat out of your fur with shampoo and conditioner, and did the same for himself. He wouldn't let you help too much, you were completely exhausted and he wanted you to rest. As you concluded bathing without much incident (aside from a little extra face-sucking), X walked you back to his bed where you both laid in each other's arms, quickly and comfortably dozing off.

He will often stand closer behind you, especially when you are not aware of his presence and he will watch you.

He also likes grabbing your wrist all the time.

He pays attention to you a lot, so he knows what your fears and habits are, any small detail he will remember and sometimes use to unsettle you. But most of the time he simply uses those details to comfort you.

He lowers his voice when speaking to you and often listens to you rambling in complete silence.

Kolossos

His way of loving you is more of ownership mixed with worshipping.

He sees you as something tiny(since Kolossos is very tall), fragile and precious

You're the only being (apart from Tripwire) that he treats with care  and respect.

His world revolves around you and he is devoted to you.

Since he barely speaks, he often comforts you with growls and grunts.

He loves watching you and everything that you do, he will often stand near you to do so and even if you can't see him his presence is so heavy that you know he is near.

Since he can create environmental destruction, he will use that to protect you.

Kolossos is extremely strong, he often cannot measure his strength BUT he practices a lot before touching and when he finally feels comfortable to do so, he is very delicate and slow when touching you, he doesn't want to hurt you so his movements are controlled.

Silence is a form of intimacy for him, so often you two sit or lay together without saying anything, just enjoying each other's presence.

Faker/EXE

He tries to mask his obsession with you with sweetness and familiarity.

He helps you bring anything that you need even before you ask.

Faker doesn't speak unless under certain circumstances, and you are one of those, he will tell you compliments in a reassuring tone, and even tell you exactly what you want to hear, that is because he studies you all the time.

He mirrors your actions, copying every mannerism and even your humour and tone.

He enjoys when you rely on him even when you don't notice that you do so.

He isolates you from everyone emotionally, he believes that you don't need anyone else since he knows you more than anyone.

His touch is gentle, he will often brush his fingers against yours, floating around you as well.