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The Z-Team thinking that none of them are good enough for Robert so they each slowly give up but one day during a drinking party, a very drunk Robert gets up to the mic and declares what he's about to sing is Dedicated to his team, to the loves of his life.

By the time he's done singing, everyone is either touched, gained their hope back or just fell even harder for their dispatcher, their Robert.

☎️🐉📺Deltarune: HumBug!

Spamton & Tenna first xmas steph.

But the guys had own ideas, sneak up pincer attack mistletoe kiss & surprise her... she not happy being awoken from her coach nap them sneaking up on her.

she will calm down soon give into thier demands.

[NOTE! This is a set up of dynamics between everyone, I will add on further information as I continue to gets asks!] - Its a silent thing that really isn't discussed around The Pitt. Just like the white board that gets cleaned and sticky notes thrown into a recycling bin with a lid. There and known about but never talked about.

There was no heads or leaders really of the group, but there was people who upheld the rules or held the discipline. Abbot and Dana are the main brat tamers and rule-holders. Bending subordinates over their knee's or laps and spanking their asses until they were hot to the touch. Abbot enjoying the punishment more, enjoying edging and denying pleasure. The handing over whoever to Dana, to have them either eat her out like their lives depended on it or her strapping them until they lost all thoughts in their brain.

Robby interacted with the group when it first formed. During and after covid he simply couldn't, not until after Pittfest did he come back. Fitting in once again as the soft pleasure dom. Working with whoever, pushing them through overstimulation, edging or orgasm after orgasm until they finally relented to be used by him. Robby employing Jesse frequently to either eat out or suck someone off to help with the punishment. Robby himself rarely getting fucked, one time several photos of Robby getting pounded into by Ahmed circulated the group chat after the Chief Attending did something in such a self sacrificing way.

Jesse and Donnie both are apart of it as well. Jesse himself being someone who is on the aroace spectrum, being sex neutral and willing to do it to help others. Enjoying it in the way of watching someone really fucking like a slice of cake you made. Frequently being used for relief for others on the shift, whether in fucking or being fucked he really doesn't mind one bit at all. Donnie is more of a voyuer than anything, more than happy to be there for the larger group events. Cock hard in his boxer briefs as he watches, occasionally joining in on a scene to bottom.

Princess and Perlah are both nonbinary lesbians in a QPR with eachother. They don't interact with the Polycue in any scenes but will do aftercare. Bringing warm blankets and towels, bottles of water that have liquid IV in them and snacks that are either protein filled or sweet sugary. Helping preventing crashes from happening, as well talking to people or letting people verbally process. (most times that being Frank)

Frank the first time he joins, Robby and Dana are over at Robby's house. Frank comes in completely nude and falls to the floor on his knees hard. Begging for forgiveness from the two senior employees, eyes wet with tears. Both Dana and Robby take care of him good that night, finding out that he very much likes to be called a good boy, leading into pup play. Frank likes being a pup or a 'maid', following orders and being good without having to think too much about himself and how he's fucking up. Dennis also joins in on the pup play, finding it incredibily interesting. Leading to puppy playdates between Dennis and Frank. Dana, Abbot and Robby, coming in usually to find either one of them mounting the other. They all live for the fantasty of their puppies being so eager to breed the other. (usually Frank mounting Dennis)

Dennis overall being a switch, filling in where ever he needs too. Like Jesse he gets pulled into the pleasure dom experince. His hands, cock or mouth being used to help someone remember that they are infact only human. Dennis will top Robby in private and its not at all mentioned during scenes with others. Trinity is a lesbian and only interacts with other femme or female people. She is of course a switch but is putty under the more dominating women in the group. When she does top, its because she is domming either Mel or Victoria.

Both Mel and Victoria are the last ones to actually join in on the polycue. Mel being a rule follower and knowing how this would be a horrid nightmare for HR if they found out. Victoria is a virgin and has the idea that everyone goes into a room and has a giant orgy. Mel has a hyperfixation on sex overall, finding it incredibly interesting all the postions, fetishes and kinks people can have. First time she goes to a scene she brings a fucking notebook. Victoria for her first time happen after she admits to McKay that she hasn't had sex yet, nervous about the whole thing she wasn't to have a really good first time.

McKay talks to Robby. He ends up taking her Virginity, white knuckling the sheets while Victoria slowly slides herself down on to his condom covered cock. McKay telling her how to do it and giving an impromptu sex ed on all of the pleasure spots within her. As well praising both Javadi and Robby for how well the two of them are doing. Victoria ends up mainly sticking with the women in the group, finding it more comfortable. Occasionally Jesse will come in as well for 'punishments'. While Victoria only allowes Robby to fuck her, each time it makes him overwhelmingly light headed and cock rock hard.

Kiara knows all too well of what is happening and doesn't say a word. She as well doesn't mention that she is the one that slowly pushed everyone together to actually do it, she's just happy everyone is happy and less stressed. -

Robby: Dom (tops, rarely bottoms), bisexual, he/him Abbot: Dom (tops), pansexual or 'whoresexual', he/they Dana: Dom (tops), "I don't have fucking time for that", she/her Cassie: Dom (switch), "im divorced", she/they

Jesse: Switch (mainly bottoms), aroace spectrum (no romantic intent, sex neutral/positive), bigender, he/she Whitaker: Switch (mainly tops), intersex demiboy, omnisexual (everyone but females), he/pup Mel: switch, aroace (hyperfixation on sex, hypersexual) bigender, she/they/we Trinity: Switch (mianly bottoms unless told to top), butch lesbian, she/he

Frank: bottom, bisexual (working through it), genderfuild/voidgender, he/they/she Donnie: bottom (voyuer), bisexual, he/him Victoria: bottom, queer (figuring that shit out) femme , she/they/it

Toxic Positivity within a Honor killing 𖤓grimdark𖤓

Author by CandySkullz aka me! , editor is @nmsanz

Chapter 1

|| "Reflecting Psychodrama" ||

There was a splash of cold water against dream's face. His eyes drooped, grunting and sighing. Exhausted from fighting the bad sanses and abit woozy from a painful migraine. Trying to clean the blood off with a rag,he brushed it against his face roughly, his skeletal body shivering from the water and the coldness of the bathroom. Dream could feel his body was in pain, heavy and stinging in agony from cuts and bruises. He let out a tired groan, just trying to get to bed, but, lately, the thought of sleeping was dreadful.

He started mumbling to himself, "Fucking hell..." he huffed, looking at his dim, yellow eyelights in the mirror, observing his dark, round eyebags aswell. Leaning his palms against the edge of the counter, he curled up his lips as he began to become lost in thought. Questioning if he should sleep even a bit, or stay up again to avoid nightmares. Dream felt his stomach twist, uncomfortability at such dark night terrors apparent as he picked up the toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste over the bristles. Brushing his teeth, the closest comfort he had gotten was the chirping of crickets and the whooshing water going down the drain. A wave of exhaustion hit him again, drowning out the uncomfortable bullshit feelings. Lower his shoulders, numbly staring at himself in the mirror. He started to inner dialogue.

"UGHHHH-! I hate my brother so fucking much! why did he have to drag the fight out for so long!? ...why can't we commit to a truce!? For once, FOR FUCKING ONCE--" dream clutched the handle of his toothbrush tightly, pausing then before continuing. He tried to compose himself, dismissing the feeling. "...god, I forgot that lack of sleep makes you go crazy. . .should I even sleep? if I do, I just gonna have nightmares of the murder trio killing me brutally again. . . .almost like last time I got kidnapped by them. ." He could still feel the burn inside his mouth and the smell of mint from the toothpaste, his mouth drowning in freshly scented bubbles.

"I know that they're their own people, but those versions of them were crueler then they've ever been....." his lips trembled, trying to hold back tears as dream's eyelids furrowed. "..I'm so tired of fighting the same people, saving the same universe, over the same thing for years......is it selfish for me to say it's getting boring and frustrating? Am I trapped in this loop? The continuous torture of being a guardian? To have a normal life for once..."  dream felt another huge wave of exhaustion hit, much heavier then the last. Once again, his eyes became heavy while holding back a yawn. He felt his shoulders slump, brushing his teeth slower than before, lacking energy. "Mediation....how many times do I have do this shit?"

All he did was blink, which he had assumed, but he was wrong, dream woke up to a different environment than before. Dream's eyelids widened in horror, staring at the people around the dinner table. It was half of the villagers from his own Universe to the left, a multitude of alternate sanses to the right.

They were all dark silhouettes, hard to make out. Their eyes glew eerily, their mouths melted and clumped, a foamy with purple substance dripping out of each and every one of their agape mouths. Dream stared at them, frozen with unbelievable fear and confusion as their silverware clacked against the plates. Peacefully eating their applepie. The room echoed with the sound of clacking and munching; crunching onto the apple pies.

"Wh--why am I....here?.."

At the far end of the table, a silhouette of a bunny like villager with long ears let out a low, sinister chuckle as they smiled widely in a most inhumane way. His hair covered up his eyes, although their silhouettes were dark, the purple substance glowed enough to almost see the outline of their bodies, illuminated with that violet light. The bunny leans in, slamming his elbow onto the table while resting his palms on top one another underneath his chin.

It spoke to him, in a mocking tone "Thanks for the applepie, Dream." Dream's eyes darted down, and flinched in fright at the sight of a trail of blood across the table, golden blood… his own, golden blood… He then noticed a hole in the middle of his chest, his ribs broken. Dream’s shoulders tensed up as he let out a whine. He blinked rapidly, breathing becoming shaky after putting the pieces together on what they had done. Slowly getting overstimulated by the clashing of emotions, sadness and boiled anger started to stir inside of him. His mind slowly began to spin, until he heard a voice from behind him.

"D r e a m. .. "  It spoke in agony..a voice sounding so almost too familiar. Dream's head whipped around to see a horrific sight, his guts started to twist again. Trying not to vomit, he felt squeezy from even seeing that. Dream's body froze in fright, his eyelights darkened, eyes going bloodshot. It was the bad sanses, or what had been left of them.

Almost looking similar to sixbones, they looked as if they we're melted together into nightmare's goop of negativity, or at least he hoped so, as their faces were almost unidentifiable. Their bodies gushed and smooshed together, letting out a disgusting sloshing sound. Expect for killer. His neck was too long. It stretched far, like a giraffe. His jaw unhinged and gaped out onto the floor, his hateful teary eyes mixing with the dark substance, giving a illusion of his teeth becoming long and disgustingly stretched out, which might just be the actual case. 

It leaned close into dream, mumbling and whispering gibberish. Dream had no idea what it was saying, he was stuck somewhere between being absolutely terrified and confused by this…Abysmal thing. Dream's body became hotter as he heavily panted from the heat. Feeling woozy as this thing with hot, boiling, melting limbs, caressed his cheek. But yet, he felt strangely entranced by it. As static and bells rang into his ears, he slowly lost touch of what was happening. But there was something new, a voice. Coming from behind him, slowly breaking down the static. Until–

"DREAM!!!!!!!" Swap cried out, firmly holding his shoulders from behind him. Dream’s eyelights darted around the room as he blinked, he was-- he was back in the bathroom. The familiar sound of water echoed in the bathroom, dream let out a soft sigh of relief. Stuttering his words after...all that. "Ye..yeah, swap?" Swap furrowed his eyes in concern, leaning into dream's face and replying, "Dream, you’ve been brushing your teeth for the past twenty minutes! You fell asleep standing up!”

Dream felt his cheekbones heat up, getting flushed with embarrassment. Noticing how much foam dripped from his mouth, a shy smile curled up onto his lips. "....no, but ..I’m sorry for taking so long."  Swap sighed, deciding to spare him from a lecture, patting his back and rubbing it. He then kisses his cheek before walking away, softly waving at dream. "It's fine, sugar! But don't ya wait too long! Ink and I wanna go to bed with ya!” Dream's anxious smile grew into a cheeky one, his flushed face growing brighter. Lowering his brows, secretly rattled up over that weird shit from earlier. "Sure thing sugarcube! I'll be there in a sec.” he snored and slumped over eachother beside him. He tossed himself over and onto his side, covering himself with the bedsheets. Staring at the moon and stars from his window, It was cold and quiet as the moonlight reflected onto his face. He couldn't stop thinking. He couldn't stop thinking of what happened earlier, it digged it's claws into his skull, nagging him relentlessly. He tsked and groaned, quietly talking to himself. "...what was all that even about?"  He laid on his stomach, wrapping his arms around and underneath the pillow, smothering it. "....why did it upset me so much of villagers eating apple pie then–whatever those things are..."

"Why did it piss me off so much?"

His question goes unheard and unanswered while he looked up at the vast, twinkling night sky. He could rely on the fact that his head was on the edge of imploding on itself from overthinking it. He started to weakly mumble, "....I wish mom was here to help me." He melted onto the blankets, cozy but overwhelmed as tears started to roll down his cheeks, throat clenching and making him choke on air inbetween ugly sobs as he buried his face deep into the pillow. "....fuck."

He did this every night, he sobs every night. He never wished to be such a burden.

A pitiful fucking annoyance.

Dream sat up, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his drawer. And lit one after snatching it out of the container haphazardly with his shaking hands, huffing out smoke after inhaling the heavy nicotine. "......I'll handle it myself. It's gonna be fine." The hypocrisy dripped into his sentence, his tears slowly sparkling into stars.

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