On The Table

Hello! Nobody asked for this blog, but I'm making it because um. i want to.

Anyways, my name is Dusk, or Table as some may know me. I'm the author of the fic 'ALONE' on Wattpad and AO3.

I’m agender and aroace, using he/they pronouns! I like to write mostly yandere/horror stuff, so if that isn’t your jam, feel free to leave!

I AM NO LONGER MAKING FORSAKEN CONTENT! PLEASE STOP REQUESTING IT, BECAUSE I WILL IGNORE THE ASK! THANK YOU! :]

I also take requests! Make sure to read the guidelines below before requesting though! :]

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MASTERLISTS

To make things easier, I compiled all my oneshots into a big list per fandom! More will be added as I go on!

FORSAKEN

PRESSURE

BLOCK TALES

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ASKS ARE CLOSED!

I've got a pile of requests I gotta work on! Once I finish them, I'll open asks once more!

Thank you for your patience :']

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READ BEFORE YOU ASK:

Just a few basic guidelines on what I will and won’t do! Follow these and you’ll be fine!

FANDOMS

I do mostly Roblox stuff, but I do dabble in some other games/media as well! Here’s a list of what fandoms I’ll write for:

- Die of Death

- Pressure

- Regretevator

- Block Tales

- Super Paper Roblox

- Adventure Forward

- KinitoPET

- TADC

- JSaB

**Important note for those who may not know: I am NO LONGER making Forsaken content.

CONTENT

I’m fairly open to requests, but there are a few things that I will NOT do:

- Pedophilia of ANY KIND

- Incest

- Works with hate speech unless usage is justified

- Anything that leans too far into fetish territory (i.e stuff like inflation, ageplay, vore, etc.)

And of course, here’s a list of things I WILL do:

- Yandere

- Platonic

- Character x reader

- Horror

- Angst

- Fluff

- Smut (occasionally)

- Child reader

- Certain AUs (ex. Highschool, modern, coffee shop, etc.)

MISCELLANEOUS

Along with oneshots, there are a few other things I’m willing to do when it comes to asks!

Headcanons:

Simple enough. Just give me a character and a specific type of headcanon and I’ll write out a few! I’ll even make some more risqué headcanons if asked politely…

General questions:

If you have a question you want to ask me, go ahead! Whether it be about my writing, my characters, or anything else, feel free to ask! Just remember to be respectful, please :’]

Stuff about ALONE or any of my other fics:

While I may not be making Forsaken content anymore, I’m more than happy to answer any questions regarding ALONE. Same goes for any other fic I post!

CLOSING

Alright, that’s all the important stuff! Feel free to ask away! Though keep in mind it might take me a while to answer! I’ve got a life outside of this after all, so please be respectful!

Thank you for reading till the end! I hope you enjoy my writing!

- shortcake 🍰

Guys I SWEAR I’m not ignoring you 😭 I’m gonna finish the remaining asks I have and then I’ll open requests again!

But anyways—I know literally NOTHING about Deadly Delivery, but I did look up their rendition of sixer for this lol. Very cool design!

Packmates - Pursuer x Creature!Reader

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CW: violence, minor gore

Hungry. You were always hungry. Always used to the constant gnawing ache in the bottom of your stomach.

It’s what drove you. Always hunting, always roaming. Ears pricked and listening to every sound around you.

Your hooves trodded against the ground, crunching leaves and causing the surrounding forest to tremble with every step.

The air was still, carrying only the scent of old wind and petrichor. Nothing edible.

You stalked forward, head tilted upwards as you continued to smell the air. The dense canopy overhead rustled as a soft breeze drifted by.

It brought the scent of many things. Mostly death.

The scent of decay was always prevalent in the forest. The circle of life was cruel, and only the fittest survived.

You felt your stomach sting at the smell of food, your posture straightening as your senses focused in on the hunt.

Your footsteps echoed with purpose, threading through the air as you gradually gained speed.

The smell grew stronger, and so too did your hunger. You paused once more to sniff the air, growing certain that you were close.

You slowed your pace, padding slowly towards the source of the smell. Crouching, you bowed your head, and immediately tore into the rotting carcass on the ground.

It did little to satiate the ever present hunger plaguing your mind, but you felt a little better.

You sat for a while, staring at nothing. The biting ache in your stomach returned, and you stood up once more. Ready to continue searching for food.

You roamed for hours, weaving your way through trees and branches all while following the faintest scent of blood.

An endless cycle, driven only by instincts and the desire to live another day. Tiring, and utterly pointless, but necessary nonetheless.

You took a brief pause to drink from a river, drawn in by the sound of running water splashing over rocks. You crouched, bringing your snout to the surface of the river and drinking until you no longer felt the need to.

A sound echoed from the end of the river. A startled yowl followed by desperate splashing. You lifted your head, startled by the noise.

The splashing drew closer, eventually soaking your pelt as another frantic movement sent water spraying in all directions.

You reared back, a deep snarl crawling up your throat. Whatever was in front of you payed no mind to your indignation, latching onto you with sharp claws.

You howled, staggering back and inadvertently pulling the creature out of the water. You only stopped growling when you felt the weight clinging to you fall to the ground with a thud.

You let out an irritated snort, crouching closer to the creature and sniffing it quietly.

Besides the stench of river water, there was an underlying scent of meat.

You grunted softly, nudging the creature with your snout. It moved slightly, but otherwise had no response. Despite this, you could hear a faint heartbeat echoing in its chest.

Satisfied that it was still living—albeit a little disappointed at the lack of an easy meal—you turned away to continue your search for food.

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It was raining. You laid curled up under a large tree, hoping the canopy would shield you from most of the weather.

You couldn’t hunt like this. The rain washed away any scents you could follow, and the howling wind made listening for prey near impossible.

You hated the rain. It meant you would go hungry for however long it persisted.

You also hated getting wet. Your fur was thick, meaning it trapped moisture easily. It took ages to dry, and the extra weight pulling you down was nothing more than a hindrance.

It often rained for days on end, leaving you starving and weak once it finally passed.

Suffice to say, rain washed away any not something you looked forward to.

You flinched when you heard a growl behind you. You lifted your head, sniffing the air in an attempt to locate the source. Unfortunately all you could smell was rain and dirt.

There was a nudge against your side, prompting you to shoot upright and growl at where you best guessed the creature was.

There was a tense moment of silence before the sound of dragging could be heard, followed by the wet thud of something on the dampened ground.

You sneered, nerves on edge as you took a short breath. To your surprise, you smelled something other than rain.

Meat.

Your stomach growled in hunger. You sniffed the air once more. The scent remained. Without another moment wasted, you dipped your head and tore into the freshly hunted carcass in front of you.

Pursuer sat behind you, watching you eat with fascination. It had been carefully following you ever since you saved it from the river, too enamored to go away, but too fearful to get closer.

Until now it seemed.

Pursuer noticed the way you avoided water in any way you could. The way you would snarl when the river splashed you while drinking, or how you always steered clear of it unless you needed to drink.

When it started raining, it saw you curled up beneath a tree. Posture tensed, a low grumble vibrating in your chest as if your sheer annoyance could change the weather.

It didn’t, and so you resigned to hiding under a tree until it ended.

Pursuer didn’t like water either, but it felt bad watching you lay hungry.

It watched as you picked the bones clean, licking your chops and sitting upright. You turned your head, gaze passing over it as you sniffed the air once more.

Finally, you faced Pursuer, sticking your head closer to better understand its scent.

You grunted softly, eventually deciding that it posed no threat. You turned away, going back to your curled up position.

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Pursuer continued bringing you meals. At first it was only when you couldn’t hunt yourself, but eventually it became an everyday occurrence.

You didn’t bother to question it. After all, it was a free meal. You weren’t about to refuse such a useful thing.

To Pursuer, it was slightly different. To share a meal with another creature was a symbol of respect, especially when food was such a scarce resource.

Truthfully, Pursuer owed you its life. It nearly drowned that day in the river. If you hadn’t been there to save it…Pursuer didn’t like to think of what could’ve happened.

It wanted to return the favor of saving its life. By helping you stave off your endless hunger.

Over time, you began to recognize Pursuer’s presence as more than just a source of food. Instead of a servant or tool, it became to become more of an equal.

You both were just trying to survive, and Pursuer never seemed to attack you.

It was a relationship built off mutual respect. You appreciated Pursuer for finding food, and Pursuer felt indebted to you.

Soon enough, you began to travel together. It was a comfortable routine—one you began to enjoy more than you realized.

So much so, that when you woke up and couldn’t catch the scent of Pursuer anywhere around, every cell in your body went on edge.

Pursuer wasn’t always by your side when you awoke, but you could still follow its scent of you felt the need to go searching. Usually it just woke early to hunt.

However this was different. There were no traces to be found—the air smelled of stagnant wind and dirt, carrying no scent of your companion.

Your senses went sharp. Something was wrong.

You stood to your feet immediately, desperately searching the air for any trace of your friend. There was nothing.

Until—blood. The faintest scent of it, but sharp nonetheless. Your fur stood on end as you broke into a sprint, galloping on all fours as you followed the scent of iron and sweat.

The scent grew stronger the longer you ran, heart pounding against your rib cage as you finally heard the familiar growls of Pursuer.

You paused, catching an unfamiliar scent mingling in the air. It smelled like smoke and oil. Like fear and anger. Danger.

Your ears flicked, catching a pained whimper come from your companion. You snarled, crouching low to the ground.

You waited, trying to determine where the danger was coming from. There were so many sounds and smells, making your head spin in confusion and panic.

You felt a vibration travel through the ground. Heavy, but not quite animalistic. You sneered, launching forward without a second thought.

There was a scream as you landed on something soft, your claws puncturing through fabric as you roared at whoever dared to attack your pack.

You could hear scattering footsteps. Likely scaring away whatever herd thought it was a good idea to trespass in your territory. You grunted, giving the body beneath you one last strike for good measure before stepping off.

You sniffed the air once more, prowling over to where Pursuer was. You nudged it with your snout, gently coaxing it to its feet.

Pursuer growled weakly, opening its eyes to find you hovering over it. You looked through it, but somehow it still felt seen.

The creature closed its eyes once more, this time feeling at ease. You remained silent, still hovering over its exhausted form.

The silence that followed was comforting as you licked your claws clean, your nerves finally resting as you ensured the safety of your companion.

You made a silent promise to yourself then. You’d never let anyone disturb your pack ever again.

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It doesn't have to be related to forsaken

Just the original story

Oooh, I think this could be a fun thing to play around with!

Together - y!p!Noob x Reader x y!p!Guest

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CW: none :]

🥤You met Noob all the way back in middle school. You were never known for your social nature—in fact you were regarded as the loner of your grade—yet somehow you managed to befriend Noob.

🥤In hindsight it really wasn’t that hard to begin with. Noob was always an excitable, outgoing person. One who always seemed to make people smile.

🥤So it would make sense that they would befriend the kid who always sat alone at lunch and during recess.

🥤They just kinda walked up to you one day and started talking. And since then they never left.

🥤Noob (at least in my lore/canon) is the kind of person with enough confidence/bravery that borders on stupidity. That being said, they’d definitely do some really dumb things to either impress you, or keep you out of trouble.

🥤Like the time they fell into a patch of poison ivy to prove that they were immune.

🥤They were not, in fact, immune.

🥤Pretty much you two were inseparable throughout the rest of middle school. Noob probably wasn’t too overprotective then, mostly because they were too busy joking around.

🥤However when high school rolled around, that’s when they became a bit more bodyguard-ish.

🥤Mostly because you were the quiet one, people often tried to pick on you in some shape or form. You were always the type to be unbothered, but Noob was never one to let go so easy.

🥤They started sticking around you more, even when they made their own clique. They worried you’d feel left out, so they always tried to include you in some way.

🥤Noob, on top of being generally friendly, was also a bit of a big name. Mostly because their parents were John and Jane Doe—their father being the mayor.

🥤Despite this, Noob has always been remarkably humble. Though they aren’t afraid to call in a favor so to speak, if there was an issue regarding you.

🥤In general, Noob is definitely a bodyguard to you, and they wouldn’t have it any other way. To them, you’re their closest friend—someone who’s stuck with them through their highs and lows. They’d sooner die than let you get hurt. Or even worse—leave.

Now regarding Guest…

💭You and Noob met Guest in high school, where he was transferred after his family fled from another part of robloxia.

💭You and Guest probably gravitated towards each other naturally because of your similar enjoyment of silence.

💭He sat next to you in the library one day, and the two of you sort of just, hung out. Not a word spoken, just vibes.

💭When meeting Noob, there was most definitely a bit of tension. Noob wasn’t sure what to think of Guest, worried that he might try to do something.

💭However after an awkward standoff, Noob offered their hand. It was definitely awkward at first considering Guest couldn’t speak, but the old notepad worked wonders.

💭There’s no doubt that both you and Noob learned sign language at some point to communicate easier. That’s also probably what brought Noob and Guest together.

💭Sitting in the library, surrounded by books and practicing until their hands hurt. Somebody probably tried to approach you at some point, only for both Guest and Noob to stand up and shield you.

💭The two stared at each other, a silent pact forming between them.

💭Overall, Guest is more of a clingy yandere. You were the first to really welcome him, and since then you’ve been nothing but kind. It was a luxury Guest never thought he’d be able to afford.

💭So in terms of how he acts, he’d always be looking for an excuse to hang around you. Whether it be doing homework together or just hovering around you whenever possible. Sometimes he’d just appear beside you without warning, often startling you. He thinks it’s funny.

💭You could argue that he’d be manipulative or try to isolate you, but for the most part he just hangs around you. He’d only ever get upset if someone was rude or if you tried to leave him alone.

🥤💭When it comes to the two together, Noob does most (all) of the talking. They’re the one to organize hangouts, set up games to play, etc etc.

🥤💭Guest however is more of the silent support type. If he ever suspected you were uncomfortable in a situation or saw someone getting too close, he’d step it and wordlessly drag you away.

🥤💭Guest and Noob are both worriers, though they express their worries very differently. Noob is the type to fret over every little thing, and they will make sure you know.

🥤💭Despite this, they’re not insecure. Noob is actually remarkably confident in the fact that you’ll stay. Why would you want to leave, after all? However they worry that someone might come along and take you forcefully.

🥤💭Guest on the other hand is definitely more insecure. After being on the run from the bacon empire for so long (because yes, TLG is canon in my universe), he’s learned not to expect stability. However he still yearns for it, and has found it in you.

🥤💭A part of him always screams that one day you’ll just up and leave, which makes him extra careful around you. He doesn’t want to risk the last bit of solace he has left.

🥤💭In general though, neither are really a big concern. They might try to monopolize your time and scare off anyone they deem unfit, but they aren’t exactly dangerous.

🥤💭The only time you should be worried is if you even think about leaving.

🥤💭Guest, due to his insecurities, often watches you very closely. If he even suspects you might be trying to get away, he’ll tell Noob and they’ll come over and drag you into some sort of game to keep you occupied.

🥤💭If that doesn’t work, then both of them will start upping their game. Noob will make sure you spend all your time with them while Guest discreetly goes through your phone and deletes any contacts deemed unnecessary.

🥤💭They’d never kidnap you or force you to stay anywhere, but they’d sure as hell make sure you don’t go off and meet other people.

🥤💭After all, why would you need more friends when you have them? You three have been inseparable since high school, how could you just go off and betray them like this?

🥤💭You don’t need new friends. You have everything you need already. Just sit down and play some games for a while.

🥤💭Just let Noob and Guest keep you company.

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Imma need a part 3, thank you very much—

Hope ur doing good dude👍

I didn't realize people would like this so much lol! But I will be happy to deliver a part three!

(also hello yumeship community 👋)

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Part 1 Part 2

True Love - Griefer HS AU p3

CW: Injury

“It makes me so happy to see that Brad finally found someone he wants to be around.” Mayor Thaniyel mused, setting a plate of cookies on the coffee table in front of you.

You reached for one almost instantly, trying to distract yourself with the mayor’s heavenly baking. Brad sat beside you, arm slung around your shoulders like it belonged there. You sighed, unable to suppress the grimace twisting your lips.

It had been a few months since you two became ‘official’. Official, of course, in the sense that basically the entire student body witnessed him kissing you without permission. You had no idea where to even begin trying to convince everyone that you weren’t dating.

So you were forced to put up with it, letting Brad hold your hand in the hallways and steal sneaky kisses on the cheek in passing. You’d learned to disassociate from it at this point, trying your best to focus on your studies rather than the annoying douchebag sitting beside you.

“You done yet?” He asked, resting his head on your shoulder. You ignored him, filling out another problem on the worksheet you were doing.

Brad rolled his eyes at your silence, leaning back on the couch with a groan. “Can you finish already? I wanna do something.”

“You can wait until I finish this assignment.” You huffed, pushing him off. Brad let out a soft grunt as he was pushed away, eyes narrowing in irritation. He was about to say something else when you set your pencil down and turned to him with crossed arms.

“There. Now what do you want?”

Brad blinked, scoffing before leaning back against the couch. “I dunno. Just thought we could like…do something.”

“Like…?”

“You wanna throw rocks at people’s houses?”

You deadpanned. “..That’s your idea of fun?”

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Apparently, it was. Brad had dragged you outside towards some random house in town and was now urging you to throw rocks at the side.

“C’mon! You’re being so boring!” He pressed, chucking a pebble at a second story window. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

“I don’t get how you find enjoyment in this.” You sighed.

Suddenly the window Brad was pelting with rocks flew open. Hiro stuck his head out, squinting down at the two of you.

You froze, suddenly wanting to die on the spot. Out of all the houses Brad could choose to throw rocks at, why was it his?

A flush quickly rose to your face as you lunged forward to stop Brad from chucking another rock. “Dude! Don’t throw a rock at his face!”

Hiro blinked, staring down at the two of you. “...[Name]..?”

You stopped dead, silently praying for the ground to swallow you whole. Hiro smiled, though it dimmed slightly when looking at Brad. “..Why are you throwing rocks at my window?”

“Brad thought it was funny.” You grimaced, elbowing him in the side. Brad grunted, rolling his eyes.

“It is.”

You shot him a glare, face still burning with humiliation. Gods, why did it have to be Hiro!?

You turned away, facing Hiro with a smile too big for the situation. “I’m sorry, Brad’s just being an asshole—”

You hadn’t exactly had time to speak with Hiro after…everything. Brad made extra sure that you were basically glued to his side, and during the few times you could speak to Hiro, you found you lacked the guts to do so.

It was like everything was falling apart before your eyes—you met a new kid who you thought was really cool, only to be forcefully stapled to the worst guy you’ve ever met.

Brad rolled his eyes at your comment, too busy picking up more rocks to chuck at unsuspecting houses. Hiro glanced between the two of you, crossing his arms.

“...Must be real fun being stuck with him all the time.” He mused.

You glanced back at him, shoulders dropping with exhaustion. “Oh my god.” You groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “It’s even worse now. Everyone thinks we’re dating!”

Hiro’s face scrunched up like he had bitten into something sour. “..What?”

“Yeah,” You scoffed, clenching your jaw. “After you were taken to the nurse’s office he kissed me in front of everyone.”

There was a long beat of silence. You glanced up, thinking for a moment that Hiro was ignoring you or something. To your surprise he was staring at you, face twisted in a mixture of rage and concern.

“..He what?”

“He kissed me.” You groaned, shuddering at the feeling of his lips on yours. “Which, by the way, he’s a terrible kisser. Not that I, like, know or anything but—” You cut yourself off, hating the way you couldn’t seem to be normal around Hiro. “Yeah. It wasn’t fun.”

Hiro suddenly grabbed your face, checking you all over. “He kissed you!? Are you okay!? Did he try anything else!?”

You yelped at the sudden contact, cheeks heating up to a concerning degree. “I-I’m fine now! It wasn’t like he tried to like—I dunno—”

Hiro sighed, pulling back with a sheepish expression. “S-Sorry. I just—god, that’s really ######. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You tried to ignore the way your stomach churned with butterflies at the concern in his voice. “..Yeah. It just sucks because now everyone thinks we’re together. Brad’s been milking the entire thing, and now even my mom thinks I’m dating him.”

“Why don’t you say something?” Hiro asked, his eyebrows creasing with concern. “Wouldn’t your mom go ballistic or something?”

“I—” You paused, sighing in exhaustion. “I don’t know. She’s been so happy that I’ve finally ‘made a friend’ but that ‘friend’ is actively holding me hostage.” You murmured, crossing your arms. “..I don’t want to let her down.”

Hiro frowned, placing a hand on his hip. “I get that…but don’t you think she’d want you to be safe first and foremost?”

You held your breath, exhaling sharply. “..I guess.”

“Plus, you’ve got me. I’d like to say that we’re friends.”

You paused, still facing away from him. Thankfully so, because your face was bright red again. “..Y-yeah. Yeah..”

Another wave of silence passed over you two, but it was comfortable now. You shifted your weight between your feet, unable to meet Hiro’s gaze.

The boy watched you closely, his heart fluttering in his chest. Jeez, you were cute—

“[NAME]!” Brad practically screamed from across the street. “STOP TALKING WITH THAT LOSER AND HELP ME CHUCK ROCKS AT THESE SHITHOLES!”

You flinched at the sound, groaning with a roll of your eyes. “..Guess I should go then.” You grumbled, reluctant to part from Hiro’s comforting presence.

“W-wait—” Hiro reached out, grabbing your hand before you could go. You froze, looking between your joined hands and Hiro’s face. Both of you were flushed, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Like neither of you could process what had just happened.

Hiro pulled back with a strangled laugh, tucking his hands behind his back with a smile too wide for his face. “Ha-HA—! S-sorry! Uhm—” He stammered, stepping away before gathering his thoughts. “I…just, uh—you wanna hang out sometime? Just…to talk?”

You hesitated, glancing between him and Brad. Hiro noticed, his smile flattening. “Forget about Brad—he can cry about it later. I’m asking if you wanna hang out.”

“I…” You felt like you were going to throw up—in the best way possible. Your heart raced in your chest, stomach feeling like a butterfly sanctuary. “Y-yeah. I’d….I’d love that, actually.”

Hiro lit up. “GREAT!—I mean uh—cool. Uh, yeah. Meet me at my place after school?”

You nodded, unable to contain your giddy grin. “Heh—y-yeah. Yeah, sounds good.”

The two of you just stood there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes with stupid grins. Unfortunately the moment was shattered when Brad stormed up to you and yanked you away by your arm.

You yelped, hissing softly in pain. “Dude—! What the hell!?”

Brad scoffed, glaring at Hiro. “You were taking forever.” He grumbled, pulling you away.

You just sighed, casting a final glance at Hiro before Brad pulled you down a different street.

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You don’t think you’ve ever been this antsy before. You sat in the final class of the day, eyes constantly flicking between your notebook and the clock on the wall. Seconds stretched into what felt like hours, the butt of your pen tapping impatiently against the paper.

You were gonna meet up with Hiro today. He told you to meet up at his place…which meant you were gonna have to take a different route from school…which meant you were gonna have to somehow get Brad off your tail.

You exhaled slowly, bouncing your leg anxiously as your mind raced with possible solutions. Maybe you could run to the gates before he could catch up? That was doubtful, but…

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You tensed, glancing around before carefully slipping it out of your pocket and checking it under your desk.

It was a message from Brad, who was ‘lovingly’ named ####face in your phone.

‘cant walk home wit u today. Dads got me doing sum stupid mayor #### with him’

You could’ve fallen off your chair in joy. Holy ####, that was perfect! You didn’t need to worry about getting Brad off your ass! Mr. Thaniyel did it for you!

Goodness, you loved that old man. You wished his son was as kind as he was.

The bell rang finally, prompting you to shoot out of your seat and hurriedly pack your bags. You were the first into the hallway, practically sprinting towards the gates while your heart raced in your chest.

Hiro was waiting outside, his face breaking into a smile when he saw you. You waved, running over with an equally stupid grin.

“Hey.” You said, ignoring the way you were already breathless next to him.

“Hey.” Hiro said back, equally as breathless. The two of you began walking, silence stretching between the two of you like a net. It was awkward. Neither of you knew what to say.

“So uh..” You trailed off, trying to break the silence. “...How was your day?”

“It was good.” Hiro nodded, his arms stiff at his sides. “Very…educating.”

You snorted, playing with the straps of your bag. “..So what did you have planned for today?” You asked after a moment, kicking a small rock across the sidewalk.

“Well…I wanted you to meet my parents.” Hiro muttered, stiffening when he realized how his words could’ve sounded. “Uh! Just cause like—! Y-You’re my friend, and they wanted to get to know you!”

You nodded slowly, a small smile on your face. “Maybe I should get you to meet my mom then. Might get her to stop talking about Brad all the time.” You sighed.

Hiro glanced at you with a small frown, hesitantly placing a hand on your shoulder. “..Well Brad isn’t here right now, is he?”

You took a deep breath, unconsciously relaxing under Hiro’s touch. “..yeah.”

Hiro suddenly stopped, prompting you to pause as well. “Here we are.” He said, gesturing to his house.

You smiled, following after him as he walked up to the front door and pushed it open. The inside was homey, not exactly extravagant, but very clearly lived in.

“I’m home!” Hiro called out, leading you through the house and into the living room. There was a man sitting on the couch, legs crossed with his eyes trained on the pages of a book. He looked up, slipping a bookmark between the pages with a warm smile.

“Hey, kiddo.” His eyes turned to you. “Who’s your friend?”

Hiro stiffened, tucking his hands behind his back. “Ah—”

“I’m [Name].” You stepped in, waving with a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Hiro’s father smiled wider, shooting a knowing glance his son’s way. Hiro flushed, looking away quickly.

Another set of footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs nearby, revealing a woman stepping into the living room. Her eyes locked onto the both of you, a giddy smile spreading on her face.

“Oh, Hiro! Is this the friend you’ve been talking about!?” She exclaimed eagerly, walking over to you.

You glanced at Hiro, a smile quirking your lips. “You’ve been talking about me?”

Hiro jolted, looking away with an anxious laugh. “Uh—!”

“All good things, I promise!” His mother stepped in quickly, patting her son’s shoulder. “His father and I were just so worried when we moved here that he wouldn’t have anyone to hang out with. Especially because we transferred in the middle of the school year.”

You nodded, scratching the back of your head. “Yeah, I actually moved here only a few months ago now. My mom was worried about the exact same thing.”

Hiro’s mother nodded along with you, her eyes softening. “Well, I’m glad you two found each other!” She chirped, clasping her hands together.

Hiro just covered his face, taking a shuddering breath before speaking up. “Y-yeah, uh, anyways we were just gonna hang out in my room for a bit—”

“Oh! Then don’t mind us!” his mother gasped, shuffling over to her husband. “You two have fun!” She called, waving as Hiro just groaned and led you up the stairs.

“Sorry about my mom..” Hiro sighed, face still red with embarrassment as he pushed open the door to his room. “She’s always so all over the place..”

You snickered, shaking your head. “It’s no problem. I know how that goes.”

“Yeah.” Hiro chuckled breathlessly, slipping his backpack off his shoulders and setting it by his bed. His room was somewhat cluttered, covered with various posters and knick knacks. You stepped in, looking around with an approving nod.

“System of a Down?” You hummed, glancing at one of his posters. “Didn’t realize you were into that kind of music.”

Hiro chuckled, kicking his shoes off. “Yeah. You listen to them too?”

“Yep.” You nodded, setting your bag on the floor and taking a seat on the other side of the bed. The silence persisted for a long moment, neither of you knowing exactly what to say.

“..So, uh. Are you..sure you’re okay?” Hiro spoke up. Turning to face you.

You looked up, tilting your head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean like—with Brad, and everything…”

You sighed, grimacing as you looked to the side. “..Yeah, for the most part. It’s just…exhausting.” You muttered, picking at your nails. “I have to keep pretending around him. If I push him away too hard he gets upset and…” You paused, tugging on your hoodie sleeves. “..He gets pissy.”

Hiro creased his eyebrows, shuffling to sit closer to you. “Has he hurt you?”

Your mouth went dry. “I…”

Hiro gently placed a hand over yours, stopping you from picking at your nails. “..Can I roll up your sleeves?”

You stared at him, eyes wide. Words caught in your throat, and all you could do was nod. Hiro gave you a reassuring smile, pushing the fabric of your sleeves up your arms.

What was revealed was an ugly tapestry of bruises. Fingerprints. Hiro’s breath hitched, his eyes widening. You looked away, shoulders hunching in shame.

“..Hey.” Hiro placed his other hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to relax. “Don’t be ashamed.” He whispered, letting you pull your sleeve back down. You let out a shaky breath, quickly wiping your eyes.

“S-sorry.” You mumbled, unable to face him.

“Don’t be sorry.” Hiro responded quickly, his hands hovering over you with hesitation. “He hurt you. That’s not your fault.”

You nodded weakly, but you didn’t relax. Hiro pursed his lips, glancing around before pulling you into a hug. You tensed, eyes widening as your heart practically exploded in your chest. “Wh—”

“It’s gonna be okay.” Hiro murmured, squeezing you tighter before letting you go. He stared at you for a moment, blinking before his eyes widened. “I-I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to just—”

“It’s okay.” You laughed, shaking your head as you wiped your eyes. “I needed that.”

Hiro relaxed with a heavy sigh, clutching his head. “Oh thank god.”

You snorted, staring at your lap for a moment. You hesitated, scooching closer to Hiro’s side. The boy tensed, his cheeks heating up as your sides touched.

“..You know…” You trailed off, drumming your fingers on your thighs. “...When Brad kissed me in front of everyone..that was my first.”

Hiro tensed, looking over at you. “..I-It was?”

You nodded, frowning slightly. “..Yeah. I was so upset because I wanted my first kiss to be special. With someone I cared about.”

Hiro nodded slowly, his eyebrows creased. He stared at you, fingers clenching and unclenching.

“I just…” You sighed, cutting yourself off. “..I dunno. I guess what I’m trying to say is that…I care about you.”

Hiro flushed, eyes going wide. “Y-you do?”

You nodded, trying to cover your burning face. “I—ugh, that was so corny. Sorry.”

Hiro shook his head vehemently. “N-No! Don’t be sorry!” He yelped, reaching out for your shoulders. You turned to look at him, eyes locking for a long moment.

You two stared at each other, faces flushed and hearts beating rapidly. You didn’t realize you both were leaning in until your foreheads brushed against each other.

You jolted back, blinking rapidly as Hiro did the same. You both looked back at each other, eyes wide.

You huffed, suddenly growing frustrated with the back and forth. “Look—do you wanna kiss or no?”

Hiro straightened up, his eyes widening further. “I—uh—If that’s okay with you?”

You nodded, and the two of you both leaned in. It felt like years before your lips finally met, but when they did it was an explosion of emotion in your chest.

Neither of you really knew what to do, but even so it felt right. You melted into Hiro’s arms, wrapping your own around his torso as you tried to bury yourself in his warmth. You could feel his heart screaming in his chest, and you had no doubt he could feel yours as well.

You both pulled back with a gasp for air, faces flushed and eyes hazy. You met gazes, and soon started laughing together. Hiro pulled you into a hug, laughing breathlessly into your shoulder.

“Oh my god, you have no idea how scared I was.” He wheezed.

“Scared? I was terrified!” You cackled, clinging to him like a lifeline.

You both stayed like that for a long while, just enjoying each other’s embrace. It was nice. You wanted to stay like this.

“..I love you.” You murmured into his shoulder.

“I love you too..” Hiro whispered back.

You let yourself relax. You didn’t need to worry about Brad right now. You were safe. You were loved.

And that’s all that mattered right now.

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Hello!!! Oh my goodness it's been too long since I've responded to asks T_T I've been caught up with a lot of personal things, but thankfully most everything is sorted out now! (That and I'm out for the summer ahaha...)

Anyways! I went back and forth on how I wanted to write this one, so I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted! Either way, I hope you enjoy!!

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Spreading Your Wings - y!p!Griefer x Reader x y!p!Mayor Thaniyel

CW: None :]

When you were a newborn, you lost your mother. She ran away, leaving you on the doorstep of the first house she saw. Nobody knew why she abandoned you, only that she was never seen again.

Or at least, that’s what your adoptive father always told you whenever you asked. Obviously you had no way of actually proving these claims either true or false. And you supposed that should’ve been the end of it.

Your mother left you. End of story. You have a new family now. One that loves you very much.

But something was nagging you. Curiosity, really. Sure, your mother was MIA, but what about your father? Or anyone else in your bloodline, for that matter.

You’d always been the curious type. Mr. Thaniyel always said that you’d spend hours asking him questions when you were younger, to the point that he couldn’t even begin to answer some.

Brad called you nosy. Which, to be fair, you were. Your snooping had gotten him caught on more than one occasion.

Like the time he tried to replace Mr. Thaniyel’s sugar with salt.  You found Brad snickering in the kitchen, carefully pouring the sugar into a bag while a large bag of salt sat beside him.

The two of you just stared at each other for a while, locked in some sort of impasse. Until of course you opened your big mouth.

“What are you doing?”

Brad bristled, quickly trying to hide the evidence of his prank. “Nothing!”

“Are you swapping the sugar with the salt?”

“NO! Shut up and go away!!”

Just then, Mr. Thaniyel entered the kitchen, drawn to Brad’s shouting.

“Brad..? Why are you shouting?”

Brad jolted at the sound of his father’s voice, whipping around and shooting you a glare before turning back to his dad.

“[Name] won’t leave me alone!”

You blinked, creasing your eyebrows. “I just asked a question…”

Brad hissed, sitting on the counter and crossing his arms. “Well it was a stupid question.”

Mr. Thaniyel turned to you with a sigh. “..[Name], what did you ask Brad?”

“I just asked him why he was switching the sugar with the salt.”

Mr. Thaniyel blinked before shaking his head with a soft chuckle. “Brad…”

Brad groaned, turning to you again. “Why’d you snitch?! You’re so annoying!”

“..but I just asked a question…?”

Brad just shouted in frustration, storming off. Mr. Thaniyel sighed, shaking his head and turning to you with a warm smile. “Don’t worry about him. Don’t let anyone stop you from asking questions.” He murmured, patting you on the head before walking off—probably to chastise Brad for being the menace he was.

That was…gosh, you couldn’t remember how long ago that was. You must’ve been at least 4 or 5. You were 18 now, finishing up your final year of highschool.

And of course, you were considering what you wanted to do in life. Mr. Thaniyel (despite being raised by the man, you had yet to call him dad) always assured you that you were welcome to live at home for as long as you needed—which you appreciated, and you knew he was being truthful. However you couldn’t help the want for something more that burned in your chest.

You wanted to travel the world. Ever since you learned about the different factions, you’d wanted nothing more than to visit them all. Unfortunately Mr. Thaniyel was pretty adamant that you stay in Turtopolis, at least until you were 18.

Now though…you were old enough to leave the nest. And while you could tell Mr. Thaniyel was worried, you knew he wouldn’t try to keep you.

Brad on the other hand…

“I don’t understand why you wanna leave so bad.” Your older brother grumbled, pausing his game on the TV to crane his neck and shoot you a disapproving glare.

You just sighed, curled up by the windowsill and staring at a travel magazine. “I don’t understand why you wanna stay.” you murmured, staring at the gorgeous pictures of the Heights.

Brad rolled his eyes, turning back to the TV. His hands gripped the controller with more force than necessary, thumbs flicking across the sticks and mashing buttons. “I’ve got everything I need here.” He grunted. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

You snorted, shooting an amused glance his way. “Whatever floats your boat I guess.” You mumbled, sighing wistfully at the thought of being able to travel the world.

Brad groaned loudly, chucking a pillow at you. “Stop sighing so loud. You sound like a shitty romcom protagonist.”

You yelped as the soft fabric hit you in the face, knocking the magazine from your hands. Brad cackled from across the room, earning a scathing glare from you.

“You’re 21 and survive off witches brew and doritos. I’d rather be a romcom protagonist over you any day!”

“Whatever!”

—

Mayor Thaniyel was a man many looked up to. He was kind, helpful, and overall a pleasant person to be around. Even his own son Brad, who was known for his abrasive attitude, couldn’t help but soften around the man.

However that didn’t mean he was helpless. While he had lost much of his athleticism in his old age, during his youth he was not only kind, but strong as well.

It was a past he didn’t talk about much, as he preferred to live in the present rather than dwelling in the past. Why keep looking back if you had to move forward?

He supposed he really let himself settle down when he got married and had Brad. He used to be surprised with himself back then—he never thought himself to be the fatherly type—but parenting just came naturally.

His wife had passed by the time he found you. He was still very much a tall and intimidating man back then, despite the growing softness around his face.

You didn’t remember much from that night. Of course you wouldn’t—you were only an infant. Thaniyel was reluctant to discuss it anyway. At some point when your curiosity became too much to brush off, he just said your mother had run away.

That seemed to satisfy you for a while, and he hoped he wouldn’t have to touch on the subject again. It helped that Brad shared the same sentiment—wanting to hide the truth for as long as possible.

He was only three then. Brad never talked about it, but Thaniyel knew the boy was affected. Thankfully your presence seemed to give his weary mind rest.

Brad was always the softest around you. He was by no means a saint, but it was clear he had a soft spot. When they first took you in, Brad just stared. Watching your sleeping form swaddled in blankets and nestled in a small bed of pillows. He watched you a lot then. All the way up until you started speaking and walking.

Thaniyel remembered your first word. ‘Brad’. The boy was overjoyed when you first spoke, having spent weeks prior trying to get you to open your mouth. Even now, whenever the topic was brought up he was endlessly smug about it.

Thaniyel loved watching the two of you grow up. Even if Brad was slightly troublesome during his teen and even his adult years, Thaniyel was proud of the boy he raised. And you, oh, Thaniyel was proud of you as well. Despite the troubling circumstances of your childhood, you prevailed and grew into a wonderful adult.

Thaniyel almost didn’t want to see you off. He wished you would stay close where he could help you through adulthood like he was Brad. You’d endured so much hardship, you shouldn’t have to worry about the cruelty of the world.

Even so, he knew you were old enough to make your own decisions. He’d ensure you at least come to visit during holidays, but other than that he knew better than to force you to stay.

Even if the thought gnawed at his chest endlessly.

—

Today was the day. It was finally time for you to step out into the world and see it for what it truly was.

Your heart beat loudly in your chest as you packed your bags, already preparing for your trip to the airport. It was early morning, the sun not even peeking over the horizon yet as you shuffled around your room getting ready.

The noise must’ve been loud enough to awaken Brad, as he sat up with a grumble and glared at you from across the floor of your shared bedroom. “What are you doing?”

You looked up from your packing, setting your suitcase on your bed with a grunt. “Don’t you remember? I’m leaving for the airport today.”

Brad stopped listening at ‘leaving’. You were leaving? You were actually serious about this travel bullshit? His heart nearly dropped to his stomach.

“..You’re leaving now?” He asked, voice quieter than usual.

“Well, not now,” You murmured, folding a shirt in your lap. “My plane starts boarding at seven. I just want to make sure I get there on time.”

“I don’t get up till twelve.” Brad murmured like his words would miraculously change the timeline.

You huffed, setting your shirt in the suitcase and crossing your arms. “Okay, well that’s not my problem.”

“Were you just gonna leave without telling me?” Brad pushed, sounding slightly frustrated.

You blinked. “Wh—no! I was gonna tell you all before I left. Besides, I thought I told you last week!”

“I thought you were joking!”

You frowned at Brad, slightly offended because he wasn’t taking you seriously. “...Well I wasn’t. I’ve been saving for this since I was fifteen.”

Brad couldn’t believe this. “That—I thought you were saving for like—a new game or something!”

You just sighed, rolling your eyes and zipping up your suitcase. “You’re so impossible sometimes.”

Brad shot to his feet as you stood up and rolled your suitcase out of the room, eyes wide and heart pulsing with terror. He didn’t believe you’d actually leave! Why were you leaving!? He didn’t understand!

He followed you down to the living room, where Thaniyel was patiently brewing a pot of tea. He smiled when he saw the two of you appear.

“Good morning, you two.” He murmured.

“Morning, Mr. Thaniyel.” You waved, dragging your suitcase over to the door. Brad just stood in by the stairs, watching you with a strange expression.

He turned to his father, eyebrows creased. “Are they seriously leaving?” He asked, hoping this was all some elaborate joke.

Thaniyel sighed, stirring a sugar cube into his tea. “They are.” He murmured, watching you double check that you had everything you needed.

“Why?”

“They’re old enough. They said they wanted to travel, so I think it’s only fair to let them.”

“But…” Brad clenched his fists, grumbling under his breath. “...I don’t want them to leave.”

Thaniyel hummed, patting Brad on the back. “It’s a hard decision…I don’t want to see them leave either.” He sighed. “...But it's unfair to keep them trapped here.”

Brad huffed, crossing his arms. “I guess.”

—

Walking into the airport was probably one of the most embarrassing things you’ve been through in a while. Despite knowing how to drive and having access to your own vehicle, Thaniyel insisted that he be the one to chauffeur you, which—of course—prompted Brad to jump in as well.

The two flanked you as you got your boarding pass and checked your bags, Thaniyel keeping a warm hand on your shoulder while Brad glared at anyone who got too close. You just sighed, smiling apologetically at the security guard while Brad was staring at them with murderous intent.

Of course, they couldn’t follow you through security, so you turned around and gave both of them a big hug. Brad stiffened, rolling his eyes like he wasn’t clinging to you for dear life. Thaniyel just chuckled warmly, patting your head.

You pulled back, crossing your arms with a smile. “I love you guys.” You admitted over the clamber of people and suitcases. “Stay out of trouble, okay Brad?” You snorted, smacking the brim of his hat.

The man yelped, jolting back before shooting you a glare. Though it was softer than usual. Thaniyel just smiled, clasping his hands together in front of him. “Please be safe.” He murmured, eyes flickering with worry.

“And don’t forget to call us, okay?”

You snickered, nodding slowly. “Of course.” You turned around, hearing the boarding announcement for your flight. You exhaled, trying to quell your anxiety.

“Alright, I’ve gotta go. Love you!” You called, waving as you made your way to the waiting area. Brad and Thaniyel just watched, Brad grimacing with clenched teeth while Thaniyel’s smile slowly turned into a frown.

“...Why’d they have to leave?” Brad grumbled, looking to his father. The man shook his head slowly, gripping his cane tighter.

“..It’s not fair to keep them trapped.” He repeated, more to himself than anything. The two walked out of the airport, settling into the car with a heavy silence.

Brad just glared out the window, resting his head against the seat. Thaniyel waited to start the car, squinting at a device in his hands. Brad looked over, raising an eyebrow.

“When did you get a phone?”

“Only recently.” The man chuckled, tilting his head at the interface. Brad rolled his eyes, grabbing the device and pulling it towards him.

“What are you trying to do? I can help—” He paused, staring at the screen. “...What is this?”

Thaniyel sighed, looking away sheepishly. “It’s…just a locator application…”

“...To track [Name]?”

The mayor nodded regrettably.

Brad snorted, tapping a few times before handing the phone back. “There, it’s working now. How’d you even figure that out in the first place?”

“I heard someone talking about it around town…I thought it would help ease my worry a little.”

Brad grunted in acknowledgement, leaning back in the seat at Thaniyel finally started the car. The drive home was silent for the most part, only broken by the sound of wind and tires on the road.

Brad glanced over, pursing his lips in thought before speaking. “..So, we’re like, gonna visit them, right?”

Thaniyel laughed, keeping his eyes on the road. “Definitely.”

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TW: SA, Abuse

Hey everyone. I know I’ve been on an impromptu hiatus, and I apologize for that. This post is very out of the blue, so please ignore any rambling or inconsistencies.

I just want to clarify before people start panicking that I’m not planning on quitting or anything. I still love writing, but that’s not what this post is about.

Around eight hours ago, I found out that Gianni Matragrano, the VA for Sebastian, was stepping down. In that post he included a document made by NoLongerNull, a previous music composer for the game.

The document details her experience with Zeal, and how he sexually assaulted her. You can find Gianni’s post and the document on his stream channel ‘GetGianni’.

I’m not going to say much here. It’s not my place to act righteous or pretend like I’m part of the situation. I’m not. My heart goes out to Ren and her friends and family, it genuinely disgusts me to know that I’ve been supporting a rapist all this time.

It’s…tiring to see everything I love crumble like this without fail. First it was AF2, then Forsaken, then Stars Align, Grace, and now Pressure.

I’m going to be honest, this post is more of a vent than anything else. It’s so exhausting to know something you love is tainted by cruelty.

I’ve had it happen so many times, and I can feel myself almost growing numb towards it. I don’t want to be apathetic. I don’t want to be indifferent.

But seeing everything you know fall apart over and over will make you numb, and apathetic.

Maybe I’m being dramatic. Maybe I’m being childish. But I’ve always found solace in media. It was escapism, especially when life around me felt impossible to live in. Media and games like these carried me through some of the hardest points in my life, so I feel my pain is at least a little justified.

Having this happen over and over again has admittedly sapped a lot of my motivation to create at all. I was so excited to write Operative 15—I’ve fallen in love with the characters I’ve written and I want to write more, but even the idea of associating with Pressure—or the person behind it—even if indirectly, makes my stomach turn.

I want to continue the story, I really do, but I don’t know if I can. Even if I took the narrative in my own direction, it feels wrong, like I can never truly separate the story from its source.

I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t think I can bring myself to continue Operative-15. It breaks my heart to say, but I just can’t. Not when I know who I’m supporting if I do.

I’m sorry for this sob-fest of a post. I’ve been off my meds for several days now and it’s causing me to spiral. I guess this was just the icing on the cake.

Please don’t worry about me, though. I have a loving family and an amazing network of friends to support me. I’ve just had a lot of emotions bottled up with nowhere to dump them, so I’m putting them on a screen in hopes that it’ll help.

Bottom line is, Operative-15 is cancelled, Zeal and the dev team are fucking disgusting, and I hope Ren gets the support and help she deserves.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, I’m sorry if it’s out of character. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be inactive, but I need some time to rest.

Take it easy out there,

Goodness gracious I need to finish these asks...I might have to close the ask box in the meantime...

but anyways! This was a fun one. I liked writing pathetic and sad Noob :]

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Out of This World - y!isekai!Noob x Reader

CW: none really...just some forced cuddling near the end

Noob had no idea how it happened. They didn’t even know what happened. One moment they were running around Bloxburg and the next they were tumbling out of a screen into some strange being’s lap.

There was a long silence as the two of you stared at each other, both struggling to comprehend the situation.

To Noob, you looked like something out of a sci-fi film—or like those weird dynamic avatars Builderman was trying to push onto people.

To you, Noob looked like a Lego character. One that was completely out of its depth and on the verge of tears.

“…are you okay?”

“..WAAAAAAAH!!”

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Day 1.

Noob was now curled up on your couch, wrapped in a soft blanket and clutching a warm glass of milk. Their eyes were still red and puffy from all the crying they were doing earlier, but they seemed to have calmed down now.

You poked your head out of the kitchen, checking on the poor robloxian. “..do you want something to eat?”

Noob shook their head slowly, pitifully sipping on their glass of milk.

You sighed, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. Noob flinched as you sat across from them, your hands resting on your thighs.

Another beat of silence passed over you, followed by the sound of you clearing your throat. “So..um. Some day, huh?”

Noob sniffled, curling in on themselves. “I wanna go home…”

You frowned, tilting your head. “Yeah, that’s reasonable…uh, what’s your name?”

Noob looked up, staring at you incredulously. You gulped, looking away. “Sorry. Bad time?”

Noob shook their head, looking down again. “…I’m Noob.”

“Noob, huh?” You hummed, ignoring the odd nature of the name. The dude obviously wasn’t from your world, so who were you to judge their name? “I’m [Name].”

The Lego character didn’t respond, but they glanced at you briefly.

You pursed your lips, leaning back. Moonlight filtered through a nearby window, crawling across the floor. It was late, and you began to wonder if you should set up a sleeping spot for this poor refugee.

You looked back at them, tilting your head. They were obviously scared—you would be too in their situation—but you needed information. How could you help them if you barely even knew what was happening?

“So, Noob…” they flinched at the sound of their name, looking up at you with wide eyes. You smiled, trying to ease their worries. “You…wanna tell me where you’re from? Or, at least how you got here?”

Noob shook their head, looking away. “I…I don’t know..” They hiccupped. “I was just…walking around, and suddenly…I was here.”

You nodded slowly, processing the information. “This must be scary for you.”

Noob nodded wordlessly.

“Well…” You sighed, placing a hand on your cheek. “You’re welcome to stay here. I can even try to help you find your way back home if you’d like.”

Noob blinked. “Y-you…you will?”

You nodded, offering a warm smile. “Yeah. It’s the least I can do.”

—

Day 3.

A couple days had passed since Noob showed up in your house. The…robloxian…as they called themself, was still very skittish. You had to be very careful about announcing your presence lest you wanted the poor thing to scamper into the nearest hiding spot.

“...Noob?”

“Eep!” There was thumping, followed by the sound of rustling sheets as they dove under the covers of your guest bed.

You sighed, scratching your cheek. Sometimes it felt like you were dealing with a stray animal instead of a person. You took a hesitant step inside, poking your head through the door.

“..Noob, it’s me. I brought you dinner.”

Noob poked their head out from the sheets, sniffling as they carefully took the plate of food out of your offered hands. “T…Thanks…”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled, reaching out to pat their shoulder only for them to flinch away. You pulled your hand back, respecting their boundaries. “..I’ll be in the living room if you need me. Try to eat, okay?”

The robloxian nodded, taking a small bite of the dinner you prepared. You sighed softly, turning away and closing the door.

You returned to your setup in the living room. It was really just your laptop and a cup of water, but it was all you needed at the moment.

You’d taken your promise seriously about getting Noob home. Unfortunately there wasn’t a lot to go off of. Simply googling how to send an isekai’d character home only brought up shitty fanfics and webtoons.

You’d briefly thought about checking them out to see what they thought would work, but quickly realized none of them were actually finished.

You groaned, leaning forward as you scrolled listlessly through forums and threads, only finding half-baked fan theories and trolls.

Ugh. You always hated researching stuff like this. No matter how deep you dug, it felt like you were never getting anywhere.

You leaned back on the couch, taking a sip of your water. Maybe you should take a break. It was getting late anyways.

—

Day 13.

“Noob?”

“Yeah?” The robloxian shuffled out of their room, hands tucked behind their back. They seemed to be warming up to you, which was nice.

They were hiding in the guest room less and spending more time wandering around your house. It made you smile—you felt so bad watching them cower away from you like a terrified kitten when you first met.

You were sitting on the couch again, scrolling a random forum still searching for answers to your impossible question. You’d realized that simply asking the internet would get you nowhere, so you decided to take a different approach.

“Do you…remember anything from when you came here? Anything..strange?”

“..Strange?”

“Yeah. Like…I dunno, a portal or something. Something that just…felt off.”

Noob frowned, crossing their legs as they sat beside you on the couch. “Well…I think I remember the sky looking weird.”

You raised an eyebrow, opening an empty document to write things down. “The sky looked weird? How so?”

“I dunno…it looked…fractured, almost. I thought it was just a weird cloud formation at the time.”

You nodded, typing Noob’s recount out quickly. “Interesting….”

Noob shifted in place slightly, kicking their feet back and forth. “...are you gonna make pasta for dinner again?”

You looked up, blinking as you tilted your head. “Do you want me to?”

Noob nodded, looking away bashfully. “If you could…”

You smiled, shutting your laptop. “Sure. I’ll get it started right now.” You huffed, standing up and making your way to the kitchen. Noob watched, eyes wide and shimmering.

“..Thank you..”

—

Day 36.

Just over a month had passed since you started housing Noob. It was safe to say that they had grown comfortable in your presence now, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy.

Noob almost seemed…too comfortable. To the point of clinginess.

“Noob…I can’t type properly when you’re leaning on me like this.” You sighed, leaning awkwardly to one side as Noob’s weight pressed against you.

“S-sorry…” Noob murmured, but made no move to get up. “You’re just…really warm. And soft…and cozy…”

You exhaled sharply, gently pushing them off of you. “Thanks, but I really need some space right now.”

Noob whimpered, curling up as you pulled your laptop into your lap. You tapped furiously on your keyboard, eyebrows furrowed as you cross-referenced Noob’s descriptions with sources online.

You were on the precipice of a breakthrough. You could feel it.

The cracked sky obviously meant something, but you couldn’t figure out what. Could it be parts of their world colliding with yours? If so, how could you replicate that to get Noob home? Was that even possible?

Noob leaned against you again, draping their arm over your lap. You sighed with frustration, setting your laptop on the coffee table. “Do you need something?”

Noob whined softly, showing you their glossy eyes. “Are you mad at me..?”

You paused, frustration simmering to a dull whisper. “...No, Noob. I’m not.” You sighed, scratching your cheek. “I just…I’m really trying my best to get you home. I know I’m close, but…I’m missing something. And I don’t know what it is.”

Noob hummed, crawling closer. They nuzzled into your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your clothes. Of you. “What if…what if I don’t wanna go back…?”

You glanced at them, a frown pulling on your lips. “Noob..you have to. What about your friends and family? I’m sure they’re worried sick.”

“But then I’d have to leave you..!” Noob sniffled, looking up from your shoulder. “I don’t want to do that…!”

“Noob…” You sighed, trying to calm the robloxian down. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. It’s not like you’re gonna forget me. You can even take a picture with you to remember me by.”

Noob shook their head, crawling into your lap and wrapping their arms around your torso. “It’s not the same! I don’t want to leave you…”

You frowned, trying to push Noob off. “Noob, c’mon…” You grunted, reaching for your laptop.

Noob glared, slapping your hand away. “No. You’re not sending me back.” They snapped, latching onto you tighter.

“Noob—!” You yelped as the robloxian forced you to lay on the couch. They squeezed beside you, clinging to your side like a koala.

“I’m staying here. With you.” They grumbled, burying their face in your shoulder.

You gulped, trying to squirm away. Alas, Noob held on tightly, refusing to let go. They sniffled as they nuzzled closer, finding solace in your presence.

“I never want to leave you ever again…” They whimpered, hugging you like they were trying to merge into one. “Never, ever again.”

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YOU'RE VERY COOL AMD SWAG!!!

BLESSINGS TO YOU, YOUR COW, YOUR FAMILY, YOUR HOUSE PLANT AND EVERYTHING NICE TO YOUR LIFE SHALL COME IN TIDAL WAVES!!!

Oh my god you’re spoiling me…what did I do to deserve these masterpieces…

Fr though—THIS IS TOO CUTE OMG

first two r my interpretation of name/mc and then medic, banana, cara, annalise, and guard ^^ (i lwk could not remember how most of them were described to look like so i just made shit up ❤️)

He has an ENORMOUS amount of fur istg

originally i was looking for dusekkar/reader but now im just waiting for new chapters of y!die of death x reader, because WHEN THERES PLOT, NO MATTER HOW BAD, I READ IT ALL.

ok i love your fics gangalicious bye <3

Hehehe yess...all according to plan.../j

I LOVE ANGELWARE SO MUCHTHANK YOU FOR THE CRUMBS!!

Lol, it was semi-intentional. I wanted to include both of them, and even considered making them interact at some point but I decided against it in favor of developing Medic and Banana more.