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Crankama (connor) x fem!reader!fwb!au

Contains: Connor speaks on stream about how he wants to buy you a Tiffany necklace so he can fuck you with it on !! (Based off of one of his streams + I changed the info a little..)

Warnings: fem reader, smau, pet names, degrading, spit kink..?, spanking, cheating, girly reader, bimbo ISH, hate sex (sort of), doggy, hair pulling, spanking, pnv, unprotected sex, more freak shit ig..

CUTIES!!: @lastgirlinny , @supercutefungirl , @peppiment , lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist !!

“Ok alright, just go ahead and explain because I need to explain myself” Connor says to Brantley through his mic.

“Ok, ok I will” Brantley replies. “Don’t be biased just explain!” Connor says.

“Crankama and y/n have been talking again for one day” Brantley says to the chat, beginning his explanation as Connor giggles in the background.

“Two days!” He corrects Brantley. “Two days, sorry” “and they’ve been really good really good! You forgot to leave that out..” Connor says slowly.

“And they’ve been really bad!” Ohbaby says.

“Really good, really good” Connor affirms himself. “And they’ve been really good together.. and her birthday is coming up- but just keep in mind they’ve been talking for 2 days!” Brantley reminds the chat as he begins his ‘explanation’.

“Stop sayi- ‘keep in mind two days’ just explain!” Connor says.

“Crankama and y/n have been talking on and off for like- 3 years now, and Crankama has always expressed how much he hates her.. but they’re finally in a good point and now he loves her!”

“But- y/n’s birthday.. when is y/n’s birthday..?” Brantley asks Connor.

“Uhh.. the 20th of November” he says. “November 20th which is in like 4 weeks!” Brantley says.

“Uhm.. for her birthday.. keep in mind 2 days! Two da-“ Brantley begins to speak before being cut off by Connor yelling.

“Oh you mother fucker. No!” Connor yells into his mic, disrupting Brantley’s sentence.

“-1,200$ necklace!” Brantley finishes. “No ok.. so basically..’ask her to be your girlfriend’ fuck no!” Connor says reading a chat.

“So basically- so we’ve been on the phone talking for like 2 days and it’s been really, really good. She was talking about how her parents and siblings are out of town for a basketball tournament..ok? And no one is gonna be home over the weekend.. and she made it obvious that she would allow me to come over.. so.. I was like ok”

Connor rants, trying to explain himself while Ohbaby talks over him.

“And I don’t wanna come empty handed obviously so I wanna buy her a Tiffany necklace that she’s been talking about..”

“1,200$” Brantley reminds chat. “-which it’s worth it because I’ve never once in my life bought a girl a gift ever and I’m going to carry that for the rest of my life- oh the first ever gift I bought for a girl? A 1,200$ Tiffany necklace” Connor tells chat.

“And then she dropped me a week later!” Brantley adds. “So yeah..” Connor trails off ignoring Ohbaby.

Brantley and Connor continue arguing until Connor speaks again “I told her straight up ‘I wanna be a side hoe” ..but-“

“She could go lock in with her boyfriend- be cheating on him with me- and that fucker won’t be buying her a Tiffany necklace” Connor says, trying to prove his point.

“Is y/n a cheater?” Brantley asks Connor. “Hell yeah” he says matter of factly.

“I wanna fuck her while she’s wearing a Tiffany necklace from me, basically” Connor says leaning in to speak into the mic.

“I could be staring down at her, mid fuck and say ‘oh yeah I bought that bitch’” Connor says. “And every time she sees that necklace she’s gonna think of me”.

Weeks pass by and the day came. Connor was sat in his car, hands on the wheel as he drove to your place, the Tiffany necklace placed gently in its box, wrapped in pretty paper with a bow.

Once he got to your house he parked in the driveway, plucked the expensive gift from his passenger seat and walked over to your front door.

Knocking on your door, he stood there, feeling the nerves prickle under his skin as he held the gift in his hand.

A few moments later you shuffled to the door and gently opened it, revealing your figure.

a pink Lacey pajama set decorating your body leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

“You came!” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck and enveloping him in a tight hug.

“I did!” He says smiling at your simple reaction.

“Come in!” You say giggling a bit as you step aside to welcome him inside.

“Nice place” he compliments. “Thanks” you reply guiding him to your room.

Said room being decked out in pretty pink decor, lacy detailing, and a multitude of stuffed animals.

“Wow I forgot your room was..like this” he says laughing a little as he observes his surroundings and walks to sit on the edge of the bed. Making a dip into the vanilla and baby pink colored sheets.

“Is that an insult?” You ask teasingly, turning around to sit next to him.

“No, just an observation” he says looking at you, while pulling the gift from behind his back and presenting it to you.

“I got this for you” he says looking down at the gift sitting in his hands.

“Yeah?” You say smiling. “Yeah.” He says, quieter than before.

“Well thank you, Connor” you say, cupping his cheek with one hand and kissing the other, leaving a sheer pink kiss mark.

Slowly, you peel off the paper. Revealing the infamous blue box with ‘Tiffany and co.’ Printed into the middle.

You gasp when you realize what it is.

“Connor you did not” you say quietly. “Happy birthday” he says with a knowing smile.

You lift the top of the small box and reveal a gold necklace, a big heart and a key charm with the words ‘please return to Tiffany and co.’ Across the heart.

You look up at him, lips parted and eyes wide in shock.

Before he can react, you’re lunging at him. Arms wrapped around his neck and practically tackling him as you lock lips with him.

Pulling up from the kiss, you realize you’re straddling him.

“You like it?” He questions you, playing with a strand of your hair on your shoulder before swiping it away behind you, waiting for your answer.

“Yes! Are you kidding? Thank you Connor!” You say excitedly, picking up the box again.

Pulling the necklace gently out of the box and holding it in front of you, “put it on me?” You ask, tilting your head and batting your eyes up at him.

“Turn” he says, taking the necklace from your hands.

Turning around perched on his lap, you take your hair from your shoulders and hold it up so he can clasp the necklace.

After a few moments his hands leave your neck and travel down to your thighs, rubbing up and down.

“What would my boyfriend think if I showed up wearing an expensive necklace that he nor my parents bought me hm?” You say with a small smile, leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

“Hm.. I don’t know baby.. what would he say about this?” He replies before moving his head down and suckling a red mark right onto your neck.

Gasping at the feeling, you pull back. “Connor!” You say shocked before that shock turns into spite.

“I saw the stream” you confess, the atmosphere shifting to something more intense. “Yeah?” He smirks.

“Yeah.. the one where you called me a slut and said you wanted to fuck me while I wear the necklace” you say as you spin around on his lap playing with the fingers of his hand as you continue to speak.

“Brantley said that you hated me.. is that true?” You question.

“I wouldn’t buy a Tiffany necklace for a girl I hate” Connor says as he reaches his hand up to your lips, his hand swiping over them before stopping at your bottom lip.

“Open” he orders, watching as you obey, spreading your lips, sticking his thumb into your mouth and watching you suck, drool pulling at the corners of your mouth. “Such a dirty girl..” he basically whispered under his breath at the sight.

Pulling his thumb out of your mouth after a few moments, he began to manhandle you to bend over both of his legs, one of his arms coming down to restrain you from moving away.

“Your boyfriend do this?” Connor questions before cracking his other hand against your ass, the noise vibrating off of the walls as well as your pained whimper.

“N-no!” You whine out. “No? Who’s better hm? Me or him?” Connor asks while smacking the other cheek.

“You..” you mumble out, “who?” Connor asks again smacking harder once more.

“You!” You blurt out. “Yeah that’s what I fucking thought. I want you to count for me ok?” He says as he begins to smack your ass.

“Seven, eight, nine, t-ten!” You say, tears welling up in your eyes as you count.

“Look at you” he says drawing out his words as he peeks down at your dripping cunt, trailing his hand down to thumb at your clit. The pleasure mixing with the sting feeling addictive.

“Connor!” You whimper out at the sensation.

“You like this huh?” Connor questioned. “Uh-huh!” You say.

Pulling away from your heat to pull your pink panties to the side before sticking two fingers to your entrance and roughly shoving them into you.

Curling his fingers and pumping them in and out as he listens to your nearly incoherent whimpers.

“Gonna’cum!” You nearly scream out before all of your pleasure faded away.

“Why’d you stop!” You whine, a pout forming onto your lips as you sulk.

“Because I wanna fuck you with Tiffany around your neck remember?” He says, maneuvering you onto your back on the bed.

“So pretty f’me” he compliments, eyes raking over your body as he takes it in.

“All for u conn” you say looking up at him once more, big doe eyes staring right at him as he basically eye fucks you.

“What about your boyfriend hm? He doesn’t get you like this baby?” He questions you. “Nuh-uh told him that m’a virgin” you say reaching for his hand to play with it as you admit the detail.

“Ohh, dirty girl” Connor says smiling, letting you play with his hand as his other slides up and down your hip while he leans down to give you a sweet kiss.

“Can I fuck you now, y/n?” He asks, lips hovering over yours.

“Please” you whimper out.

As soon as you gave him the consent his lips drift lower, your jaw, your collar bones and them reaching your boobs that we’re still covered by your sheer top.

Kissing them through the fabric, he rips it away eventually. Hands roaming like crazy.

“So, so, so pretty f’me baby” he whispers along your body, kissing and sucking down, leaving a trail of red marks.

You can feel the full ache growing between your thighs as he continues kissing you, your mind becoming foggy and your cheeks blooming with a red tint.

Kissing back up to your neck and your ear, he whispers “you’re such a fucking slut.. I’m gonna ruin you”. At that, he begins undressing.

Shirt, and jeans gone, leaving him in his boxers. Sitting up for a moment, you stuck your hand out to palm him through the fabric. “Need you inside me please Connor!” You whine, with an unmistakable needy voice.

That set something off beneath his skin, your big eyes staring up at him, the voice you used, he needed you now.

Pulling his cock out of his damp boxers, he braces himself, one hand on your hips as the other drags his head through your syrupy folds.

“Please please please!” You urge him, without warning, he stuffed his length completely inside you.

Gasping at the sight burn, tears brimming your eyes as you look up at him.

“Such a fuckin slut for me” he chastised as he began shallow thrusts, pumping himself into your cunt.

“M’gonna fuck your so good that you’ll forget your name” Connor grits out as he picks up his pace, fucking yup into you.

Your walls pulling him back in as soon as he pulls out, the pleasure growing.

Your back arches when he begins to kiss your neck again, leaning down, nipping and biting as his hands rose to massage your breasts.

The stickiness growing between your thighs as he continues to move in you.

“Who owns this fucking pussy hm? Is it bf/n?” Connor asks.

“Y-you Connor!” You cried out as you began chasing your climax.

“Who baby?” Connor grits out again, “fuck! You Connor! You ah-own my pussy!” You gasp, feeling as if you’re about to tip over the edge.

“Gonna cum?” Connor questions you, feeling you clench around him.

“Uh-huh!” You confirm. “Too bad slut, hold it” he spoke as he suddenly pulls out.

“Connor that’s so unfair” you croak, as you sit up a bit, hands bracing yourself.

“Too fucking bad baby” he laughs, turning you over on your stomach, “ass up slut” he says, the nickname making you clench around air.

Signing as he slides back in, he immediately goes back to the fast pace he set earlier.

Quickly the only noises in the room that you could hear were the loud whimpers coming from you and the soft slap of your skin smacking together.

“Sofuckinggood” you mumble out, the words being shouted due to the fog clouding your brain from the pleasure.

“Yeah? You lie being fucked like a slut hmm?” Connor teases you as he grabs a chunk you your hair, pulling you up to whisper the dirtiest things in your ear.

“Take it” he orders, pushing you on the bed again and forcing you to arch your back further for a better angle.

The thick atmosphere almost getting to be too much as he consistently rocked into you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes when his hand snakes down your belly and lower as he rubs small circles onto your sensitive clit, the other still holding onto your hair.

“Mmgh Connor- yesyesyes!” You whimper out as you feel the familiar knot again, the pleasure making waves through your body.

“Bet bf/n doesn’t fuck you like this huh? With a Tiffany necklace on? Yeah I know he doesn’t fuck you this good. So nice to know I’m the only one filling you up” he grunts out.

“Please let me cum Connor” you plead, his words sending shock throughout your body, rocking back and forth at his thrusts.

“Come for me bitch” he spits out, smacking your ass with one of his hands as he nears his climax as well.

“I’m coming!” You gasp out as he hits the spot inside of you again before spilling himself inside you with a grunt of your name.

Collapsing onto the bed, your limp body racking with heavy breaths, your chest rising and falling rapidly as Connor lays down beside you, catching his breath as well.

Eventually he pulled you into his chest. “Did so good baby” he whispers as he plays with a few strands of your hair, whispering more sweet nothings into your ear as you drift off into sleep.

Merrit speaks: How did I do guys…?🙏

“Didn’t expect that wow”

Crankama (Connor) x fem!reader

Contains: you catch Connor jerking off and decide to help him out !!

Warnings: handjob, use of y/n, use of pet names, fem reader, lowk praise, not proof read!,

CUTIES !!:: @peppiment , @supercutefungirl , lmk if you wanna be added!!!

“Hey Conno-“ you begin to speak, walking into his room unannounced, but you’re soon cut off at the sight before your eyes.

Connor was sprawled out on his bed, dick fully out, with his phone in hand, as he slowly strokes himself to whatever is oh his screen.

A pretty blush decorating his cheeks as his lips part to let out little whimpers every now and then.

“Holy shit!” Connor says, startled and embarrassed, rushing to cover himself up.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t expect you to be over!” He says trying to explain himself and trying to gauge your reaction toward the situation.

He looked delectable. His hair slightly frizzy, red cheeks, the whole package.

You’re stood there, mouth open and eyes wide at the scene in front of you.

“Wow I did not expect that” you say, shocked, but recovering and walking over to him to observe the situation.

Connor just sits there watching you step toward him, a deep red still displaying on his cheeks but now for a different reason entirely.

“Is that a picture of me?” You question, looking at the one he threw next to him on the bed.

“Maybe..?” He winced, eyes looking every where but you. Grabbing his chin with one of your hands, you force his head to move in your direction, in turn, making his eyes follow.

Lips still parted as his glossy eyes bat up at you like you hung the moon.

“Is it bad that this is turning me on more?” Connor embarrassingly asks.

“Kinda” you reply, smiling, before leaning down and planting a few kisses onto his soft lips while trailing your hand down to his stomach.

“Please” he groans out in anticipation. “Please what?” You tease as you grab the base of him, just holding him.

“Please touch me” he whines out, half embarrassment half pleasure.

“Hmm, I’m already touching you.. anything specific?” You tease once more.

“Fuck! Please just jerk me off!” Connor blurts out. “See that wasn’t so hard” you say before circling his tip with your thumb.

“Fuuck more please” he says, head leaning back onto the headboard.

“Patience, Connor” you nearly whisper out before spitting in your hand and beginning to stroke him. “You like looking at pictures of me to jerk off huh?” You laugh as you poke fun at him.

“M’sorry! You’re just so pretty- fuuck!” He practically whimpered as you pick up the pace.

Slowly, you lower your head down as you begin to lightly suck his tip, just the tip though.

“Mmh! Fuck you’re so good at this” he groans. Releasing him with a pop you speak once more. “You gonna cum Connor?”

“Uh-huh! Please let me cum, fuck!” He begs, mouth parted wide, eyes rolling back slightly.

“Let go for me Connor” you speak, feeling his cock twitch in your hand as you squeeze him tighter and pump faster.

“Y/n! Fuck!” He says as he spills into your hand, panting as he does.

“Good job baby” you praise as you begin to lick him up.

Connor sat there, wide eyed and mesmerized, watching you kitten lick your hand and his cock until he was clean.

“God you’re so pretty” he says, grabbing your hair and gently pulling you up to kiss him.

Eventually you let him cover himself back up and pull you into his bed.

Merrit speaks: yaya another one down! Idk why this was challenging to write lol..kinda short I’m sorry!! :(

I love your writing so much it feeds my soul ❤️❤️

“Just a peck!!”

Crankama (Connor) x fem!reader

Contains: you and Connor get a bit carried away before stream and it leads to an unexpected q&a from chat…!!

Warnings: use of y/n, fem reader, heavy makeout, suggestive, oneshot!, blurb ig.

Cuties!!: @supercutefungirl , @peppiment

What started as a quick peck led into something else entirely.

You and Connor were cuddling, holding each other a little while longer before Connor had to get up to stream.

His hand playing with strands of your hair while your hands rubbed soothing circles on his bicep as you talked about everything under the sun.

Looking up at him, you had an idea. The corners of your mouth turning into a small, but wicked, knowing smirk.

You wrangled out of his arms and changed your position.

You were now, straddling his lap, hands pressed to his chest, as he sat up a bit against the headboard.

“What’re you doing baby?” Connor asks you, looking up at you with a small smile, hands rubbing along your waist.

“Just giving you a few kisses” you say simply before leaning in to ghost your lips over his.

The tension growing thick as you press your lips to his. Your eyes mutually closing as he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for permission. Inviting him in as you part your lips.

The kiss deepening slowly when you tilt your head over to get a better angle, before trailing your lips to his jawline and peppering a few kisses there as well.

The only noises in the room being heard were the soft smacking of your lips and the small groans from Connor as you slipped lower and traveled to his neck.

“God you’re so pretty” he speaks out, tilting his head back against the head board.

You continue to kiss and suck at his neck, leaving purple and red marks in your wake.

Trailing over another part of his neck you began to slightly nip at it before soothing it with your tongue.

“F-uck! That feels good” he praises you as you carry on.

Eventually you came to a stop, giving him a few more kisses on his lips and cheeks before letting him go to stream.

He began stream, not paying much mind to his face cam as he began welcoming in chatters and viewers and explaining his plan for the day.

Crankamasleftbicep donated 5.00

Did you mean to start stream with a ton of hickeys and bite marks on your neck or..?

Freezing over a sentence he was once saying, Connor goes still.

“Chat what do you mea-“ he begins to say, grinning, until he looked at his face cam, smile quickly fading.

“What the fu-“ he begins to say as he observes the markings on his neck.

“Oh” he replies. The chat is flying asking him question after question.

Looking back at you for help before turning his head back to his stream was a grave mistake.

The chat once again flooding with questions. A ton of ‘does he have a secret girlfriend??’ And ‘who’d he just look back at??!?’.

“So uh, I guess I should come clean?” He says looking back at you and gesturing you to come over to him.

“Hi everyone!” You say smiling shyly at the camera.

The chat flying by once again. “Do they like me??” You ask him nervously. Leaning in to read some of the chat Connor says “yeah.. they think you’re super pretty” quoting one of his chatters.

“Ok guys this is my girlfriend y/n” Connor introduces you as he pulls you into his lap so you can read some of the chat.

As the night goes on, the stream turns into a q&a towards you two, getting to know you and crankama together.

Merrit speaks!!: supa supa short but I hope I did this ask justice !!

PART TWO: «THE GOOD TEAM — FORMATION»

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PROLOGUE: THE BEGINNING OF A NEW PATH

Location: The White Void. Orig's base.

Orig stands in the center of her new headquarters, created by the power given to her by the Creator. She looks at the empty rooms and knows: she needs a team. She can't fight TVstool alone. She closes her eyes and reaches out — she can feel other worlds hanging in the void like fruit on a tree. She searches for those who are lost, who are lonely, who need hope. She opens a portal — white, soft, almost transparent — and steps through.

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CYBER DEAD TABURETKO — THE FIRST ALLY

Location: Future-World. A city of metal and glass, gray sky always choked with smog. In an underground lab, Cyber Dead Taburetko — a robot-girl created by a mad scientist for killing — sits alone.

She looks like Orig: brown hair, but messy and shorter; a paper mask with ರ Д ರ drawn on it (now metal, glowing red); a black top, a bold red jacket, blue jeans with one torn leg revealing a broken robotic limb. Her cylinder weapon is always with her. She is aggressive, bold, brave. And she hates her creator.

She escaped, breaking the door with her cylinder. She ran through empty streets, not knowing where to go, eventually ending up in a medieval-looking city where she pretended to be a peasant. But her metal leg gave her away. She sat by a fire, looking at the flames, feeling empty.

Cyber Dead: (quietly) — I'm not human. I'm not a robot. I'm... nobody.

Suddenly, a portal opens. Orig steps out, looking like an ordinary girl — a blue sweatshirt, jeans, a paper mask with °∆°. Cyber Dead jumps up, ready to fight.

Cyber Dead: — Who are you?! Where did you come from?!

Orig: (raises hands) — I'm Taburetko. I won't hurt you. I came to offer you a choice.

Cyber Dead: — What choice? What do you know about me?

Orig: — I know you escaped your creator. I know you want to be free. I know you're tired of being a weapon. And I know you can be something more.

Cyber Dead: — Why are you helping me? What do you want?

Orig: — I need a team. I'm gathering those who want to protect worlds from evil. From the one who destroys everything in her path. I can't do it alone. And I see strength in you.

Cyber Dead: — How did you find me?

Orig: (quietly) — I feel those who are lost. It's my gift. Or my curse. It doesn't matter.

Cyber Dead: — You didn't answer what you want.

Orig: — I want you to be yourself. And to help me.

Cyber Dead: (pause) — You really think a broken robot like me can help?

Orig: — You're not broken. You're the one who chose freedom. That's the most important thing.

Cyber Dead: (looks up) — Fine. I'll come with you. But if I think you're lying — I'll leave.

Orig: — Deal.

They step through the portal. Cyber Dead feels something she hasn't felt in a long time. Hope.

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EGYPTIAN TABURETKO — THE PROUD RULER

Location: Egypt-World. Endless sands, pyramids, and hot sun. On a throne of gold and ivory sits Egyptian Taburetko — an empress-pharaoh, with a sun halo above her head. Her skin is tanned, her hair slightly darker and longer than Orig's. Her mask has ㆁ∀ㆁ drawn on it. White robes, many layers of white fabric, typical pharaoh clothing.

She is kind and wise, but with a touch of vanity. Her people love her, worship her. She's used to respect and admiration. But inside, she feels empty. She's missing someone who sees her not just as an empress, but as a person.

Egyptian: (standing on her balcony) — I made them happy. I gave them peace and order. But why do I feel alone?

She hears a noise behind her. Turning, she sees a portal — the one Orig opened. Orig steps out and bows.

Orig: — I'm Taburetko. I'm looking for those who can help me save worlds.

Egyptian: (looking down) — You think I will leave my throne for some war? My job is to rule, not to fight.

Orig: — I know. And I'm not asking you to leave your people. I'm asking you to help when needed. If TVstool reaches your world, your people will no longer be free. You'll lose everything you built. I don't want that. And neither do you.

Egyptian: (thinks) — You're right. I can't let that happen. But why should I go with you?

Orig: — Because you're a leader. You know power, and you know how to protect it. We need to unite to protect what we love.

Egyptian: (steps closer) — You speak as if you know me. Where do you know about my power? My world?

Orig: (quietly) — I know many things. But some I can't tell. It's a secret.

Egyptian: — You intrigue me. Fine. I'll come with you. But I'll be watching you, Taburetko. If I notice you hiding something — I'll leave.

Orig: — That's fair.

They step through the portal. Egyptian looks back at her palace, but she doesn't regret it. She feels something bigger awaits her.

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DANCER TABURETKO — THE FRAGILE SOUL

Location: Theater-World. An old theater with peeling paint and worn seats. Behind the scenes, in a small dressing room, sits Dancer Taburetko. She looks like a ballerina — a pale pink cap like ladies from the 19th century, jester shorts, a golden-ocher dress. One eye is covered with brown cardboard, the other has a red rose. Her hair is like Orig's, but with pale pink "storm" pigtails. She holds a staff that looks magical but is actually plastic.

She has never seen the streets. She was kidnapped as a child and locked in this theater. The director told her: "You are a doll. You will dance until I say so. You don't need the world, and the world doesn't need you." She believed him. She danced every day, thinking that was life.

Dancer: (dances on stage) — When I dance, I feel alive. But what do I know about life?

She hears footsteps. It's Orig. Orig sits on the edge of the stage.

Orig: — You're Dancer, right? You want to be free?

Dancer: (startled) — Who are you? You want to make me a doll too?

Orig: — No. I want to show you what real life is like. Out there, beyond the theater walls, there are people, streets, flowers. A world where you can dance not by order, but by choice.

Dancer: — I... don't know what that means. Dance by choice?

Orig: — It means you can choose. When to dance, how to dance, and for whom. You don't have to be a doll. You can be yourself.

Dancer: — You really think I can do that?

Orig: — I know it. You're stronger than you think.

Dancer: (pause) — What if I can't?

Orig: — Then I'll be there. You won't be alone.

Dancer: (quietly) — Okay. I'll come with you.

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REAL TABURETKO (MALE VERSION)

Location: Real-World. A gray city where everything looks like fog. Male Real — red-haired, hairy arms and legs, tired gray-green eyes, stubble. He works as a taxi driver, wears a gray-black T-shirt and jeans. He clutches a paper bag — the one his mother gave him as a child when he was scared. In his world, everyone looks like shadows. His girlfriend is becoming more distorted every day, her silhouette blurring. He doesn't know it's just a misunderstanding. She feels the same.

Male Real: (sitting in his car) — Why is everything getting worse? Why can't I understand her?

Orig steps out of a portal and sits in the passenger seat.

Orig: — You feel something's wrong, but you don't know how to fix it.

Male Real: (startled) — How do you know?

Orig: — I know many Taburetki. You are one of them. And you want to understand what's happening to your girlfriend.

Male Real: — Yes. I want her to be real again. I want to see her face, not a distorted shadow.

Orig: — I can't promise I can fix it. But I can show you how to find answers. You're not alone in your pain.

Male Real: — How did you find me?

Orig: (quietly) — I feel those who are lost. It doesn't matter. What matters is that I can help.

Male Real: (pause) — I don't know you. I don't know if I can trust you.

Orig: — You don't have to trust me. You can just come.

Male Real: (long pause) — Okay. I'm in.

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REAL TABURETKO (FEMALE VERSION)

Location: Real-World. Another part of the same gray city. Female Real — a red-haired girl with piercings, pimples, plump. She wears a black tank top, a pale blue t-shirt over it, a blue skirt with white patterns, and black sneakers. She constantly drinks water — she has a condition of water deficiency. She sees her boyfriend as a distorted shadow and fears he's hurting her. She doesn't know he feels the same.

Female Real: (sitting on a bench) — I don't understand what's happening. We used to be happy. Now I'm even afraid to look at him.

Orig appears from the shadows and sits next to her.

Orig: — You think he doesn't understand you, don't you? You think you're not meant for each other?

Female Real: (startled) — Who are you? How do you know?

Orig: — I'm Taburetko. Like you. I know what it's like to feel lost. But I can help you find answers.

Female Real: — How?

Orig: — You need to see that you're not enemies. You're just two people who can't talk to each other. It's not your fault. It's not his fault. But it can be fixed.

Female Real: — Why are you helping me?

Orig: (quietly) — Because I know what it's like to be alone. It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I can help.

Female Real: (pause) — Okay. I'll come with you.

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FISH TABURETKO — THE MONSTER WITH A GOLDEN HEART

Location: Ocean-World. The Red Sea. Fish Taburetko sits on the shore — gray skin, yellow slit-pupil eyes, fins instead of ears, a shark tail. She used to be a normal 14-year-old girl. She drowned in a storm while trying to save her parents, but instead of dying, she was bitten by a vampire fish and transformed into a human-fish creature. Now she lives underwater, hiding from humans, afraid of her own appearance.

Fish: (looking at the water) — I don't want to be alone. But I look like a monster. Who would want me?

Orig steps out of a portal and sits beside her.

Orig: — You're Fish, right? The one who drowned and became something else.

Fish: (startled) — You... you're not afraid of me? Look at me. I'm a monster.

Orig: — I see more than your appearance. I see your eyes. There's no malice there. Only pain. And loneliness.

Fish: — You don't understand. I can't be with people. I'll always be scary to them.

Orig: — But I'm not running away. I'm here. And I want you to know: you're not a monster. You're just different. Your appearance doesn't define your soul. I know you're kind, loyal, ready to protect those you love.

Fish: (long pause) — You really think that?

Orig: — I know it.

Fish: (stands up, straightens) — I'll come with you.

They step through the portal. Fish smiles — for the first time in a long time.

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COLD TABURETKO — THE FROZEN SOUL

Location: Antarctica-World. Endless snow, icy winds, and emptiness. Cold Taburetko trudges through the snow, her face blank, movements slow. She wears Eskimo clothes, but she doesn't feel warmth. She has lost everything. She wanders alone, her staff with the spirit of warmth long extinguished.

Cold: (barely audible) — I want warmth. I want to feel something other than cold. But I don't know how.

She collapses into the snow, ready to give up. Orig appears through a portal and kneels beside her.

Orig: — You're Cold, aren't you? The one who wanders the Antarctic looking for warmth.

Cold: (barely audible) — I'm not looking anymore. I'm just walking.

Orig: — Why don't you give up?

Cold: — I don't know. I don't know why I'm still here. I just want it to end.

Orig: (softly) — I know what you're feeling. I was at the edge too. I thought there was no way out. But I was wrong.

Cold: — You've been at the edge? You know what it's like to feel nothing?

Orig: — Yes. I know. And I know it can change. Not quickly. Not easily. But it can.

Cold: (quietly) — I'm tired. Too tired to believe.

Orig: — Then don't believe. Just let me help. You don't have to feel warmth right now. You don't have to be happy. Just stand up. Take a step. And let me be there.

Cold: (long pause) — I don't know if I can trust you.

Orig: — I'm not asking for trust. I'm asking you to walk. Step by step.

Cold: (slowly rises, leaning on her staff) — Okay. I'll go. But I don't promise I'll make it.

Orig: — I don't need promises. I just need you to be.

They stand in the snow. Orig extends her hand. Cold looks at it, then slowly takes it. She rises. Snow swirls around them.

Cold: (barely) — Thank you.

Orig: — You're welcome.

They step through the portal. Behind them remains Antarctica.

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BROKEN AND FORGOTTEN — THE SISTERS

Location: Ruins-World. Broken Taburetko and Forgotten Taburetko sit among the rubble. They are 10 years old. Broken — covered in cracks, glowing blue. Forgotten — semi-transparent, like a ghost. They've lost their world, but they have each other.

Broken: (crying) — Why did we lose everything?

Forgotten: (quietly) — I don't know. But we have each other.

Orig appears and kneels before them.

Orig: — You're Broken and Forgotten, right? I want you to come with me.

Broken: — Where?

Orig: — Somewhere you can live. Where you'll have a family.

Forgotten: (quietly) — Family?

Orig: — I'll be your family. You'll have a Cook who'll feed you. A Fish who'll protect you. A Dancer who'll make you laugh. You won't be alone.

Broken: (looks at her sister) — We'll go?

Forgotten: (nods) — We'll go.

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COOK — THE MOM FOR EVERYONE

Location: Diner-World. A cozy wooden house with the smell of pies. Cook stands at the stove, wearing a chef's mask with drawn freckles, a hat, and an apron. She's the heart of this diner. Everyone loves her.

She doesn't know other worlds exist. She just lives, cooks, and helps people. But she feels she could do more. She enters the diner, sits down.

Orig: — I heard you're the best at cooking. And the best at listening.

Cook: (smiles) — I just cook. People come to talk, I listen.

Orig: — But you can heal souls. That's a rare gift. I know many Taburetki with wounds. They need someone who'll just be there and feed them. Come with me. Be our mom.

Cook: (takes off her apron) — I'll come. I've always wanted a big family.

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CRAFTSMAN — BUILDING FROM SCRAP

Location: Junkyard-World. Endless mountains of trash. Craftsman works in her workshop made of old crates, fixing a mechanism. She has short ash-blonde hair, work clothes, protective glasses. She creates everything from nothing — from garbage, from scrap metal.

She came to this world because you can find anything here. She creates cities, machines, weapons. But she feels she needs something bigger.

Orig steps out of a portal.

Orig: — You're Craftsman? The one who makes masterpieces from trash?

Craftsman: (not looking up) — I just fix things. They break, I fix.

Orig: — I need you. My team. We can't create portals. You can create anything. You can help us.

Craftsman: (turns) — Portals? Complex devices. Expensive. You ready to pay?

Orig: — I can't pay. But I can give you purpose. You'll build bridges between worlds. You'll build the future.

Craftsman: (wipes her hands) — Sounds interesting. I'm in.

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STORM — THE WILD ALLY

Location: Storm-World. An endless field where lightning strikes. Storm stands on a hill, lightning in her left hand, wind in her right. She is a wild shaman, serving only nature. She won't join anyone.

Orig appears before her.

Orig: — I know you don't want to serve anyone. I'm not asking you to. I'm asking you to help when nature is in danger.

Storm: (voice like thunder) — What do you know about nature?

Orig: — TVstool will destroy everything connected to life. Mountains, forests, oceans — all will become gray emptiness. I know you won't let that happen.

Storm: (looks at the sky) — If TVstool touches nature, I'll kill her.

Orig: — That's what I want. You don't have to be with us, but you'll be near. You'll be our lightning in the dark.

Storm: (nods) — I'll come when I'm needed.

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EPILOGUE OF PART TWO

Orig stands in her base, surrounded by her team. Cyber Dead, Egyptian, Dancer, Male Real, Female Real, Fish, Cold, Broken, Forgotten, Cook, Craftsman, Storm. Each came for different reasons, but now they are one.

Orig: — Thank you for coming. I can't tell you everything about myself, but I can promise one thing: we will fight together. And we will win.

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THE END

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