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Pronounce: They/Them

Note: This is pretty self-indulgent. Never been a good writer but this idea hit me like a truck though it’s pretty sloppy. Basically Reader Insert here is like really talkative but wholesome and Eldritch BF is like shy as fuck. 

Warning: Cursing, Body-Horror?(), Light mention of Injury(Bruises).

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Synopsis: The Kingdom famous for it’s great trading and business so setting a bakery was a great idea! However, as the Merchant and business raise so are the criminal activity. The king took note of this so send one of his trusted guards to patrol it. Who the people in the circle feared for his appearance so he stands alone but one person seem to take an interest towards the guard. The baker.

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The trading place. The merchant. The place of selling in the kingdom. The seller tried to sell or trade their products to the buyers. The busy street filling with murmurs and trades.

However, As the place grows so are the crimes. Robbery and pickpocket getting quite common to the shop keepers liking. This also didn’t go unheard of by the king. Calling one of his trusted guards to patrol the place so here he is-

The man stands high, 9 ft. The sunlight shining giving him the shadow. Casting the darkness right next to the stall. The man owning the stall has his tail between his legs to ask the heavily armored warrior to move. The gossip and the looks.

The warrior, even for his scary appearance and stiff body. The bubbling discomfort he is feeling to the pit in his stomach. Why was he nervous? 

He wanted to try and help the customer that asks for help but it seems they’re too scared to ask direction. Finding an excuse to not talk to him or just straight-up running away from him.

He sigh. Accepting the treatment of fear and terror. He stands tall in the middle of the town. The big empty in the middle where a fountain stands. A statue of the king. Well, his symbolism. Spider. 

“Hello, Guardian,” The voice called out to the warrior. He snapped his head to where the voice is. Looking down at the small figure. Wearing a baker’s uniform holding a crate of Bread, cookies, and cakes. The energetic comfort around the baker. The baker gave him a friendly smile.

“Do you mind me sitting here?” You pointed at the fountain not that close to him but far enough to hold a conversation. The guard didn’t say anything other than giving a short nod. You smiled sitting down and setting down your delivery on the edge.

Some people gave you a weird stare but you ignore them. You know how scary Guards. Known for their strength, intelligence, and immortality, especially these types of Guards. They’re only a few of them.

“What are you doing here? It’s strange to see your type of Guards in this plane.” You asked. Staring at the Guard’s side face with a tint of excitement. 

The guard just stayed silent. Not sure what to do. He has never expected an individual to come up to him suddenly and asking him questions.

“Patrolling the lands. High and low. Finding a slithering hands walk among us.” His voice. It was deep but it sounds echo-y like he is in a deep cave.

You hummed, “Thieves, Hmm? Point taken. Rats have been stealing cheese here. However, You haven’t answered my question.” You laughed.

“I-” He paused, “Apologies but it’s classified,” 

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The sun dips down on the horizon. The sky turning into gradation as the moon slowly poked out from the other side and colorful bright specks showing as well. Some of the shops and stalls already closing or are in the process of. The night falls in the city. The streetlights lighten the dark town. All of the shops are closed.

You stand there in the baking station. Trying to find the broom to clean up the speckles of flour on the smooth tiled stone while the pantry was almost empty. The bowls and spoons are dirty of use and the oven needing of cleaning. You looked around in a huff. This day was a bustle. Earning lots of copper & gold but Ow, The pain of managing the bakery alone is an absolute pain. Maybe, getting hiring another for assistance is nice.

You sigh and look to your left noticing the broom. Bending down to get the long wooden object. Brushing the floor and every corner of the shop. Collecting dust, flour, and some ashes from the oven. Sweeping them into a single pile. Mountain of white and grey.

Finding the Dust Collector. Putting in next to the pile to collect some of the dust. Dumping it into a sack. Repeating until the pile is now in the sack. Dropping the broom on the floor grabbing a rope tying up the sack full of rubbish. Tying the rope tightly. You grab the broom and dust collector. Putting them back in their rightful place. 

Grabbing the sack and dragging them with all of your might. Pulling it outside the shop to dump. Not build with muscles. The sack was heavy. Pulling with great effort to get in moving. Sweat already drips down your forehead. Groaning in annoyance. 

Sucking up the tiredness. You managed to pull the Sack to the back off the Bakery with some other sack with it. Also filled with the same trash. After finally carried the back next to them. Fanning yourself with your shirt. Trying to cool yourself down.

“I’ll clean this tomorrow,” You mumbled, walking back to the shop. Opening the door. However, when looking at the front of the shop; A masked Stranger in the front. Stuffing the copper and gold in a bag that is drape on their shoulder. Your copper and gold.

“Hey!” Yelling the individual in front. The Masked individual quickly snapped their head to you. You quickly grab your broom, “Fucking, Thieves.” Snarling at them. The masked individual wasn’t moving. Having a staring contest with them.

What should you do? They might have a weapon but losing all of your hard-earned would be all for nothing. That money is needed for your business and personal.

“Fuck this.” The masked individual murmured then jump out of the front of the bakery. Their legs moved fast. You quickly gave chase after them. Running from the door. Going in the cold night. You started yelling thief in hopes the calling get the Reive’s attention, Hell, just any guard’s attention.

The Masked individual was smart to wear dark clothing. Blending in the shadows. It was getting harder to place their location but you managed to stop them by gripping the broom like a spear. Throwing it to the back of their head. Tripping them in the process.

Their world is like a attack on titan or kabaneri of the iron fortress basically but where the monsters came from portals but in this world they call it “gates” and the monsters would appear and the peeps would just kill them for materials, money, food, and importantly to avoid casualties.

Each town/Kingdom have a gate and they are heavily protected and they would send out qualified adventurers to get materials or complete a quest in the gate.

Also the person that’s holding him is like:

Name: Hugo Choberry Age: 22 Pronouns: He/Him

When first meeting him. He is a timid and awkward guy.  He tends to get curious which led him to be sometimes impulsive in certain situations. He is sometimes the “curiosity killed the cat” Poking his head to place where he shouldn’t be poking in.

He is also quite a scaredy-cat. However, His curiosity is bigger than his fear. He tends to runaway than freeze in fear. 

Despite his nosy and timid personality. He is a hard-worker, determine, and a clean person. He clean his house and keep things in the right places. He is determine because even though he grew up in a bad environment when he was young. He still push through and got out of it.

He would love to have his own bakery. It was always his dream to own a bakery and he is determine to make that dream come true. He has always been an amazing cook but for now. He works in a diner as a chef which is good enough.

He is actually a pretty affectionate and caring person. He’s pretty good at showing his affection through words and acts of service. He would remove some of the person’s chores but literally just doing it himself. Doing the dishes? Got it, man. Sweeping the dirty floor? On it! 

Things About him:

He does a high school friend that he is still good terms and talk to. However, She has a girlfriend that lives with her so he doesn’t want to be a bother.

He also have a cat name Kiki, Which is kitten that he found on a box.

Can handle spicy food really well.

Cannot handle horror movies and sometimes gore if it’s too realistic to his liking.

5′7 in height

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So When he move there for like a 2 months. A girl taken his interest. Basically, teenage love at first sight sort of deal because the girl is cute but what he doesn’t know that the girl is part of the cult and have been manipulating him. Well, trying to. Join the cult. When they go to dates.

So when the girl noticed that she can’t manipulative him to join their cult and he knows too much so she tried to kill him. Like legit kill him stab him or something.

However, luckily a big dude saw him and stop him from being murdered and ran away because the big dude isn’t fond of killing because who IS fond of murder probs the cult lol.

So when they both managed to run away. They’re both exhausted Mostly the small dude because he is like physically infit. They both stop in an alleyway probably so the big dude kind of exposition dump the dude explaining a little bit of the cult.

So small dude is like pretty terrified because he was almost murdered so big dude is like; “There’s a motel close here. I can rent you one if you feel unsafe in your home.”

“What? Can we just report it to the police?”

“Nah, Man. The police might be corrupt here cause someone report a witnessing the cult throw a body in the river or something. They reported it and then couple of days later the person was found dead.”

“WHat?”

“Yeah, I recommend keeping your mouth shut if you want to live,”

So small dude just look at the ground and big dude just put his hand on the small dude’s shoulder. “You’re shaking hard, man. Let’s go and rent a hotel for you.”

“What? No it’s fine.”

“No, I assist. The girl might be in your house waiting for you.”

With enough persistence the small dude hesitantly agrees. They both walk quietly to the motel and also the big dude is like, “I recommend hiding your face though cause you might be getting hunted.”

The big dude has a cap on while the small dude has a hoodie on so he like, “Here’s my cap put your hoodie on.” So the small dude hide his face when they entered the motel. The big dude rented for him.

So the two stayed in the motel for an hour until big dude is like, “Okay, I think it’s good. I can leave now. Hope you have a nice evening,” They said their goodbyes and big dude left.

so small dude is like contemplating about what the fuck he would do. He doesn’t have a lots of option other than turning a blind eye. He doesn’t want to die by reporting it to the police like the dude said. He be in a hitlist and he doesn’t have the money to move and that’s the fucking reason why he even move in this town/city because the apartment rents are cheap as fuck.

He doesn’t have any family members to help him. He’s alone. Unless, he met that dude again. He seems nice enough but he can’t trust almost anyone if they’re willing to turn him in.

He hope that dude isn’t putting on a mask to gain his trust like what the girl did to him. However, He can only make assumptions than facts. He hopes that the dude that help him isn’t in a cult.

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