You felt a little humiliated.

You were a Cryptid, yeah, and intimidating to most...

But you also had the appearance of a huge bunny... Which made the intimidation factor rely on your size rather than your appearance.

It was humiliating but you dealt with it, opting to just stay away from Robloxians and hiding away in a park where you could hide.

Even in your Robloxian form though, you still had the ears and tail. You looked ridiculous but at least you could still eat whatever you liked, given you were technically a prey animal too.

Naturally, it was a shock when you fell asleep enjoying the warm sun and woke back up in a cold cabin, surrounded by strangers. Your black fur and red eyes made one of them call you a demon jokingly, which you rolled your eyes at.

But you still didn't want to trust any of them. Instead opting to hearing them out at least and giving them your name in a creepy tone. You were hoping they'd leave you alone for the most part after they figured out your abilities were mostly healing and speed based so they expected you to work with Elliot.

Lucky for him, he made sure to tell you you don't need to work with him if you didn't want to. It wasn't lucky because you would've been hostile but the moment you revealed your Robloxian form was when one of them fell for you. And he fell HARD. You were luckily too absorbed in your own thoughts to notice his staring though as you simply went out to explore.

Chance was quick to follow, trying to make small talk but flinching as you stomped the ground in indication not to be bothered right now. That didn't stop him from trying at least a couple more times but he eventually got the message and let you be. Although maybe he shouldn't have.

Because you immediately began exploring further out, ignoring earlier warnings as you figured you'd be fast enough even if something happened with your sensitive hearing being as good as it is.

What you couldn't have known was that there was a killer both silent in their step and would take a special interest in a bunny cryptid like yourself.

You were pretty far out already by the time you decided to try the different plants of this hellscape. You were curious if they tasted any different but they were surprisingly exactly like what you would have back at the park. Although, that made your leg stomp a bit in frustration as you actually kinda looked forward to experiencing new tastes.

And then, a twig behind you snapped.

You were already about to run but shortly pulled back by the scruff of your fur, which was just one of those furry scarfs that one would see celebrities sometimes wear while you were in your current form.

You instinctively curled up and held onto the scarf for dear life, not wanting to risk losing it only to accidentally get married by Selkie standards. You didn't exactly dare to scream since you were pretty sure no one would hear you as you closed your eyes and waited for a world of pain...

Except... It never came...?

You looked hesitantly at the man holding you and he just smirked at you. "Gotcha, little bunny." He chuckled, amused as you looked a little disturbed, unsure wether this was better or worse...

"Ya must be new, the name's Mafioso." Really? What kinda name is that? You honestly hoped he didn't choose it himself so you could at least try to feel pity for him.

You were hesitant to give your own name but sighed, figuring even though he's a killer, you might get out alive if you play nice. "[Reader]... Can you... Maybe let me go?" You asked cautiously, not wanting to risk his temper but feeling your hands getting sore from holding so tightly onto the scarf that was your fur.

"What's wrong with this?" He asked lightly, clearly amused by your struggle but you just told him you were of the Selkie variety and he seemed to understand, letting you to the ground but refusing to let you leave.

Welp, you found yourself in some deep shit now...

Or... Maybe not...

With a bang, you were suddenly dragged away, leaving Mafioso behind as you were brought back to the cabin by none other than Chance.

You were gonna ask how he knew where you were but he cut you off.

"You were suddenly gone and I wandered around to see where you went and saw you two just in time." His voice almost sounded jealous, but you decided to brush it off for now. Not because you didn't believe he was but rather that you thought he was more jealous because the killer was being friendly with you and not the others.

You decided to thank him, even bowing as you were accustomed to being formal. Old habits from when you were a palace bunny in the old times, being showered with anything you wanted and more all in exchange for your services as a companion. He was a little flustered but told you it was the least he could to to help another survivor.

Right... That was your role now.

Nonetheless, you decided to take the rest of the time to yourself until your first round. You weren't exactly tired but you did want to explore. Chance did say he wanted to go to sleep but you kept feeling eyes on you as you rummaged through the kitchen and eventually made yourself a salad. Why? Because you were in the mood for tomatoes but eating them as is gives you a weird feeling.

But you still couldn't shake of the feeling you were being watched, no matter how many times you checked...

And it persisted over time. Strangely enough, you never really worried when Mafioso was the killer. He seemed to completely ignore you most of the time but at some point Chance seemed to be shown mercy too. Or- at least LMS...

Yeah, Mafioso obviously didn't like losing, you got that. But you had better chances when you were always LMS. It was still painful as shit but it was better than what Elliot had to go through all the time because he was usually the designated healer. Poor guy...

What did surprise you that some rounds, Mafioso would even mutter an apology- HOLD ON WHAT-

Not only that but Chance started getting more clingy. At first you were annoyed but now it was just routine. Get the round done, watch as Chance ran right to you to call you his good luck charm and discuss with the others what the plan should be for the next round once you all knew who was being summoned.

And when you and Chance happen to get to be amongst the ones not chosen for a round? Well...

He'd insist on grooming your fur or even brushing your hair. It took weeks for you to give into his demands but the sensation always made you tired enough that you would sometimes just fall asleep right then and there.

But if you and Mafioso were out of a round while Chase was in?

You two would just have a nice little chat in the spot you met and return before the round ends with random stuff on you to make the other survivors less suspicious of your activities. Most of them just shrugged it off as a Cryptid thing of some kind but Chance knew.

It was just that by the time he figured it out, he and Mafioso had made a deal behind your back. A deal to keep you safe and share you between them.

The shock came when you caught them both chatting in the spot you would usually chat up Mafioso in. You didn't exactly mind it but their embarrassed expressions had you take a different meaning to the scene.

You actually teased them, thinking they were secretly dating.

Which... They were but they weren't embarrassed about that.

You had wanted to turn around and leave with a chuckle but they both decided to stop you and it surprised you enough that you stopped dead in your tracks to look at them again.

Chance had been the one to stop you and he immediately got nervous as he had to let your hand go. "There's more..." You just looked at them confused as they both began to hold your hands and hid their faced under their hats. Admittedly, it was adorable... WAIT NO-

You got a little tense as you heard Mafioso speak first. "Little bunny, we want you all to ourselves..." Hold on what-

"You're more than a lucky charm, your beauty is addictive and we've been hooked on it for so long..." HOLD ON-

"Please, let us be the only ones to make you happy... We know it's selfish but we can't share you with anyone else..." Why was your face flushed red now...?

You could've sworn you heard chance mutter something about the other survivors being 'unworthy' or something but you were too flustered to care. Your brain was raising all kinds of red flags but for once... You decided to follow your heart. As impulsive as it could be.

"Fine..." You barely uttered out your response before they both gave you a cheeky kiss on the knuckles. Though, you quickly pulled your hands away. "I'm not a damn damsel!" You exclaimed, still flustered as they stood up again and Chance was the first to steal a kiss from your lips. It came unexpected but you allowed yourself to melt into it, only to pull away and have Mafioso lift you up by your waist to steal one too.

Great, you got yourself into quite a mess but they weren't nearly done, feverishly taking turns holding you and kissing you like it was a competition. All the while your brain was turning to mush. Able to think about nothing but their kisses. Just as they wanted.

Sometimes they'd even sneak in a kiss against your ears or brushing their hands so gently over your skin that you'd get goosebumps.

They were actively trying to get you as addicted to them as they were to you...

You could've also sworn they were discussing something about the next round whenever they gave you a minute to make sure you didn't suffocate between them...

I might have issues- (╥﹏╥)

Despite what you looked like, you weren't corrupted.

You weren't even a normal Robloxian most of the time. Instead, you were a Cryptid. Or a Monster, as some liked to put it.

You had thick black fur that made you blend in with the shadows and a pair of red eyes that had a gentle glow to them. With a pair of furry antennae and a large fox-like tail you kept strangely well groomed.

You were a quiet creature, able to roam cautiously unless you manage to get ahold of your Robloxian self. It didn't stop you from looking off to others but most seemed to buy the whole "Birth Defect" story you had made up.

But at night, you allowed yourself to roam as your true self. Sometimes you even enjoyed scaring some kids that were being too loud for your liking by whispering ghostly threats into the air and using the shadows to give them a sense of danger whenever they found your red eyes watching them.

Sure, it made you a bit of a threat to most but it's mainly children that fear you since you never showed yourself to adults. That way, your stories could be shrugged off as nothing more than hallucinations and children's tales.

But your favourite nighttime activity had to be when you would terrorize a particular man at his work place. He intrigued you ever since you first met him as your Robloxian self. You had been hungry but didn't dare to go hunt since there were people around and he was the only one noticing. He gave you a whole pizza and a bloxy cola and talked with you as you ate. It felt... Nice.

He didn't even seem to mind the fact your voice was a bit messed up. You were still a Cryptid after all and not good with sounding normal at all. Sometimes it even felt painful to try to speak.

Naturally, you begun visiting him in your true form after his shifts. He was naturally terrified since even on all fours did you manage to at least be on level with his chest. He had been convinced you would tear him to shreds but his frozen up state made it possible for you to show that your claws weren't meant to be a threat to him and the more you visited, the more he started to understand and talk to you.

You obviously didn't answer but you showed him that you understood him and did your best to communicate without words. Even when you started accompanying him to his home and making sure he got through the door before you'd disappear again. How lucky that his routes were never busy at such hours.

You were quite upset when he stopped showing up to work. You were worried that he'd quit but even sniffing around his home, his scent was so faint as if he had moved just days prior.

Was he sick of your company? Did something go wrong? Was he kidnapped while you weren't watching him?

Well, that last one proved to be true when you suddenly opened your eyes to find yourself inside a large cabin. There were others gathered around you which made you quite timid as you never had so many eyes on you at once but they seemed equally confused and scared of you.

You didn't blame them but some tried to comfort you, noticing your shaking figure and panicked stance. You weren't showing any signs of aggression and they seemed to understand that at least. They just took it as an invitation to explain your situation...

Which you only half-listened to...

You were about to run when a familiar scent had caught your attention and your head practically snapped towards its source. Confusion outweighed the fear at this point as the survivors watched you stalk away from them for only a moment before a raspy voice quietly called out from deep within you.

"Elliot..." You could only get out his name before your vocal chords made you shriek a little out of pain. You shouldn't even really be able to talk but couldn't care less when you saw his figure come into view and seemingly recognize you.

"It's you..." He'd quietly remark, slowly approaching you as your wagging tail told him all he needed to know right now. You were happy to see him again. And he was oddly happy to see you too.

You didn't even notice the others checking out your role as you practically smothered Elliot with affection like a dog who missed its owner. He couldn't tell if he found it more cute or strange.

"Heh, guess you got yourself a tank there, Elliot." One of the survivors remarked, showing Elliot and you your stats and abilities.

It was clear you were able to take hits and your attack was pretty good too but in return you weren't really fast or good with your claws... Obviously...

But your abilities did pique your interest.

For one, you could simply teleport to the nearest survivor or behind the killer while in contact with a shadow. It might prove useful if you want to protect someone(Elliot) or land a surprise attack.

Your second ability allowed you to mimic voices. You weren't sure why you were given such an ability but perhaps it was to distract and pull attention to yourself. Although, you could just as well shriek at killers if you wanted to. Oh well, it gave you the ability to talk so why complain?

But your third ability was to... Spit Acid??? Apparently if would make the killer nauseas and with luck, they hallucinate an ominous darkness envelop them with your read eyes shining onto them threateningly... Neat-

But you could care less about that right now. What mattered more to you was Elliot. Your favourite. You weren't even trying to hide it.

Even during rounds you made sure to stick by him as much as you could and protect him the most. The other survivors weren't exactly thrilled but it wasn't like you only protected Elliot. The other survivors got their fair share of protection too since they weren't really all that bad to you.

Though, you definitely took more to Elliot and the Killers hated when you worked together. With Elliot healing the other survivors and you attacking and body-blocking to make sure the killers had little chance of getting him.

But when he was dead? Oh, you did not go easy. You'd go fully feral on the Killer and try to practically(or literally) claw their faces off. Killers learned quickly to be on guard around you.

But when you tried to turn into your Robloxian self in front of Elliot for the first time?

It was painful. You were shrieking from the way you could suddenly feel bones shifting. It never hurt like this before but you figured it was because at that point you'd been in your regular form for months. At least it seemed to have been months. It was pretty hard to tell time in this purgatory.

But Elliot held you. He was there to reassure you that you wouldn't hurt him on accident with your body jerking around like a feral cat in a cage.

And you were grateful. The cage of his arms did ease your worries and you happily snuggled against him, somehow being smaller than him in this form now. Did he grow or did you shrink? Whatever...

And today was one of those times where you carried him gently with your teeth by the collar of his shirt like a cat. With you standing in your Cryptid form, you had to obviously duck for the doorframes but you luckily still fit in the cabin overall.

"Alright, there you go..." He muttered softly as you turned again and used him as a pillow. You were tired and just wanted to rest now. It had seemed the Spectre allowed you all to just take it easy for now.

You've also been training to talk a lot more with everyone. Your voice was finally able to take on a semi-normal sound without pain and you were more than happy to use it. Even if you were still limited to short phrases.

"Warm..." You sighed softly, feeling something inside you warm up as well when your hair was suddenly being groomed.

Elliot seemed to enjoy brushing your hair for whatever reason but you didn't mind. It felt nice and you even let him brush your fur from time to time. The gentleness he put into it and the feeling of the brush on your scalp or your skin felt oddly soothing. Like you could fall asleep right then and there.

"Is it too warm or good warm?" He asked with a slight chuckle, though you shook your head. That's when he stopped brushing to get your attention.

"Sorry, what did you mean with warm then?" He was patient, going back to brushing your hair as you just stared into his eyes. He knew you were gathering your thoughts to speak.

"Feel warm in my chest..." You murmured, oblivious to this feeling. You didn't understand it but figured Elliot might be able to help.

"In your chest..?" He seemed to catch on quickly, a dusty pink spreading over his cheeks as he stopped brushing again.

"I feel specially warm around you..." You let your tail wag a little, watching him get flustered. Did you say something wrong?

"When... When you say that, where is the warmth exactly?" He sounded unsure, sitting up with you still on him. But now you could move back a little on his lap as you pointed at your chest, where your heart is.

Elliot grew silent at that, his cheeks flushed red as you had basically just confessed to him without realizing it but he needed to check one more box before he could be sure...

"Do you have any dreams or imagine anything about me involuntarily?" He asked hesitantly, leading to you thinking for a few minutes before nodding as your own cheeks began to gain a dusty pink colouring.

"I like to think about us having a nest..." You muttered in admission, knowing you never had a nest of your own before but knowing how birds do it. You were confident you could make it work like the birds do.

That seemed to be all Elliot before he tried to muster a soft but weak smile and gently held your chin, making your heart race and your mind question itself.

"Would it be okay if I taught you how to kiss then...?" Was his final question, making you remember how Chance once told you about 'romantic vs platonic affection' so you wouldn't do anything stupid on accident.

Yet, you couldn't get your eyes away from his as he hovered mere inches before you, making you feel so light and fuzzy inside. You just nodded, almost feeling like you were in some sort of trance that wouldn't allow you to speak before feeling him gently part your lips and kiss you. Even now was he being gentle, treating you like a fragile doll that threatened to shatter from any wrong moves.

But once he pulled away, you were both the same shade of red in the face and staring at each other like nothing else mattered. "I think we're both feeling the same..." He chuckled lightly, noticing as you subconsciously held one hand over your chest and began caressing his face with the other.

Of course, you noticed it too but he didn't seem to mind so you decided to ask why you felt this way.

"It's called love... I'm not that good at explaining it but it's a natural feeling, don't worry..." You listened intently as he rambled for a bit, sneaking in compliments towards you all while you were considering asking the other survivors about this strange new feeling.

But before you knew what had come over you, you pushed both of you back down on the bed and went back to cuddling peacefully. Elliot took it as his cue to shut up and continue brushing your hair until you fell asleep in his arms and he made a mental note to teach you more about relationships when you woke up...

You were never taken. You just... Were.

You could probably go home whenever you pleased but where even was your home?

Either way, you had fun watching this constant game of cat and mouse if it weren't for one figure that intrigued you.

Guest 1337. You couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was special. Something about him intrigued you.

And with the added bonus that the Spectre either didn't notice or care about your presence, you could pretty much do as you pleased.

But Guest could tell there was something stalking him. He could sense your presence but never found your pair of eyes watching from the shadows.

He tried oh-so-hard to tell himself it was stress or paranoia, given that the Spectre basically put him in a sort of purgatory. But that all came to change when he had to escape 1x for what felt like the millionth time in a damn forest of all maps.

He was LMS and just trying to recover by a tree when you decided to surprise him, dropping a medkit and bloxy cola right in his lap.

At least, that's where you were aiming. It sadly ended up on his head which you felt a pang of guilt from. But he was hesitant to take it, given that he didn't understand what was happening.

By the way, did you know your hearing was greater than his? Well, you were about to prove as much when you waited for him to be patched up and collect the bloxy cola before you used a string-like substance to pull him into the tree you were in, your strange paw-like hands covering his mouth and holding him still as you both watched 1x run past with audible frustration.

He was confused to say the least, even more so when you began to simply let him back down gently and patted his head as a way to say sorry. He was so sure you would kill him but you didn't???

Before he could even question it though, he was back in the survivor's cabin with the others quickly surrounding him for answers.

"You were completely gone for a moment!" Chance exclaimed. "What happened???"

All he could do was shrug though, because knows what they'd think if he told them some weird Cryptid just saved him...

Moving on from that spectacle... He couldn't help but think about that strange encounter over and over again, even catching himself glancing to the windows in hopes of seeing your figure in the distance... Whatever it might be.

The other survivors noticed it too but all they got was an awkward confession that he had no clue what he was searching for, just that he had an odd feeling.

Elliot eventually sent him to his cabin early with a Bloxy Cola and some Pizza, telling him to just rest up for now. "Whatever happened when you disappeared clearly affected you, so just try to get some rest for now and hopefully it won't happen again."

He didn't fight it. Just went out quietly and unbeknownst to him, you were looking back at him with a hint of affection sparkling in your gaze. You even watched him enter his cabin before approaching with care.

Any wrong move or sound and you were caught. But the thrill was neat!

Arriving at one of his windows, you noticed the Pizza and Bloxy Cola on the windowsill with a note attached. Guest was already laying peacefully in bed and trying to sleep so you tried to be as quiet as possible.

'Thanks I guess' was all that was written on the note but you took it regardless, carving a little smiley into the wood in the hopes of him seeing it in the morning as you snuck off to see how good this stuff really tasted.

And true as you were, Guest did see the smiley in the morning, chuckling to himself as he wondered if there would be any future meetings with you outside of rounds.

He certainly didn't have anything against it...

How were you even a survivor?

You were obviously larger than them, considering you looked like a strange mix of Robloxian and Lioness... Cryptic...

The others were a bit cautious about you at first, worried that you might turn on them.

But you didn't. You acted more like an overgrown(and more intelligent) housecat. You even proved useful in rounds. As a sentinel, of course.

Your most used ability was being able to call forth a pair of lions. One to protect a survivor of your choosing and one to protect you. Sometimes they had a chance of being Lionesses too but that wasn't too important-

You usually stuck to protecting Elliot, excusing it as him obviously being important as a healer and getting targeted a lot.

Although, you really just had a big ol' crush on the pizza man. It was pretty obvious but Elliot tried to delude himself to think it was just pack behaviour or something.

Spoiler alert: It wasn't.

Wether it was during or outside of rounds, you always seemed to gravitate towards your favourite in the group and they all just learned to let Elliot handle you as he began to learn how to take care of you.

By which I mean mostly how to make you practically as tame as can be through a combination of spots to scratch and basically use your own instincts against you.

You never dared to protest. It felt good after all.

Just like now, where he he was holding your strange little head and scratching behind your ears to make you purr like an engine while you allowed him to lay on top of you, your paws gently wrapped around him as you were careful not to let your claws show. You were both supposed to be asleep but you chose to visit him when you couldn't sleep.

Elliot eventually chuckled, followed by a small yawn. "You don't look tired at all, are you sure this even helps?" He asked playfully, stopping the scratching to let you form coherent thoughts again.

"Sure it does! Now keep at it!" You returned his playful attitude, noticing how tired he's gotten as you decided to lay onto your side and nuzzle against his neck. "[Reader]..?"

You could tell he was blushing. You could feel his heartbeat in his neck. "Be my mate, Elliot... Please..." You whispered softly, your body wrapping around his like a cocoon as you wondered if he understood how much he meant to you.

"I... You..." He was trying to form a coherent sentence before giving in and just nodding rapidly. It allowed you to let out a satisfied hum as you began purring even louder, your mind starting to drift off to sleep with Elliot not long after.

Maybe he could teach you a thing or two about timing and romance...