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[blasphemousgoggles]

Strange Mr. Qi Part 4

Oopsie, if anyone was waiting on this, I apologize.

Warnings: Mr. Qi is the warning. There is a mild amount of blood cursing, and the unfortunate experience of going into the skull caverns without enough items.

Now as you have common sense, you don’t visit the casino often. Not that you were ever really into gambling and for the fact that you do not appreciate the fact someone has kept track of the amount of steps you’ve taken since you came here…and because the fact he knows how many trashcans you’ve dug into is a bit humiliating.

This in fact does not stop you from going through the skull caverns though. Like ten thousand gold for only twenty five levels? Better keep going, afterall you really need more money for tool upgrades and crops. It is also a nice place to find crab cakes which you can give to a certain poet. You smile at the idea before it's immediately wiped off.

“Oh crap!” You narrowly avoid one of those flying serpents. You made the foolish mistake of going in with only baguettes as food and an iron pickaxe. You lack stone to make staircases to just skip through, and with a minimal amount of bombs perhaps you should have planned better. It's getting late and you are jumping into hole after hole trying to reach the goal of a hundred. You mumble a curse as you land harshly on your feet. Bruised and bleeding you keep going. It's a nice place to get gold and iron but most importantly iridium, but it takes far too long to mine with your pitiful iron pickaxe. It's really unfair as you spent a lot of money on that.

“Cmon, please PLEASE just give me a ladder.” And you get a hole. Say goodbye to your health! You hop down landing like a fish flopping in the air. 

Groaning you sit up and are greeted by the sight of snakes in pots and the infamous blue man looking far too cheerful to see you crumpled on the floor. He greets you by tilting his hat upward. 

“Well well, well…you made it. With a…rough fall.” You are baffled by his presence as well as the peculiar room you are in. How long was he waiting in here? It appears your nose is bleeding as you can feel blood passively dripping from your nose onto the stone leaving a near circular shape.

It's hard to determine his reaction. His smile is still there, yes, but he seems to be analyzing your condition. Mr. Qi speaks again.

“Come closer now. Don’t be shy.” Wow he's not even going to help you up. What a gentleman. You stagger up as he continues his dialogue. “I heard you were attempting a deep dive into these caverns and I had to see for myself!” You give him a withering look. “More like you were watching me.” He proceeds to ignore that and continues, “Impressive, very impressive! You passed my test with flying colours, kid.”

You stand right in front of him, leaning onto a table with a jar of a peculiar purple liquid on it. “Can you not call me that? I pay taxes like any other adult.” Something tells you he does not pay taxes. You imagine him evading taxes, it's a funny thought really.

Mr. Qi chuckles but doesn’t care too much for your opinion. “Kid. I’m very pleased that you challenged yourself and came down the honorable way instead of skipping all the way down with those staircases.” You choose not to correct him with the fact that if you had enough stone you ABSOLUTELY would have done that.

“That shows you’re the real deal kid, you’ve got principles.” You give him a withering look as you wipe the blood off your nose, only succeeding in smearing it across your face. “How sweet.” You answer dryly, but no he's not done.

He steps closer with a wide grin, “You understand the importance of challenging yourself, and holding yourself to the highest standard even if no one is watching.” Well for one he is apparently always watching and two…that was a really nice compliment. You feel yourself flush but he needs to wrap this up and give you that cash. 

He puts his hands on your shoulders, you startle.

“That's why you're a special kid. See? You lead by example. I like that.” Your breath hitches. You clear your throat. “Dude. I’m three steps away from passing out. What’s the reward?” You pant. Christ you must be in worse shape than you believed.

His smile only grows. “Ah, you are right. It is getting late. At that table drink that special milk I prepared for you.” What. “Excuse me?” You stare at him blankly. He merely looks at you with a slight tilt to his head. “You prepared ‘milk’ for me?” You can handle a lot of things but a shady stalker at a hundred floor downs in a dangerous cave offering you his milk is the last straw. WHAT DID HE PUT IN IT?

“Its called Iridium Snake Milk. One healthy swig and you’ll be even more powerful. It will help with your injuries.” Fuck that. “I'm not drinking your milk. Snakes- Snakes can't lactate!” Mr. Qi’s expression finally shifts from a smile to an impassive look. “Drink it. It will help.” You shudder. “What’s in the milk, I come- ALL this way to just-” You cut yourself off. “THIS. This is the reward? You didn’t put any shady stuff in there right?” And he offers the oh so lovely assurance of, “Only what was necessary…You’re tired and injured. You’ll be in good shape if you drink it, kid.” Are you really about to drink this? Apparently yes as he guides you towards it with a firm shove.

You stare at the dubious liquid. With shaky hands you lift it and take far too large of a sip.

The texture, the taste, the sludge goes down your throat in a horrid fashion. It’s as mentally damaging as swallowing a large scab, viscous and slimy with a taste so foreign to your taste buds it buzzes. You nearly retch before you feel a hand tilt your head up and a hand covers your mouth. His hand smells pleasant, similar to a certain sweet hard candy but with a strangely rustic scent. It's like that for a few minutes till you finally feel the nausea subside. His hand pulls back with your blood staining it slightly, you notice that all of your injuries are patched up. HUH? You look around your body. No bruises, cuts are sealed up, and all that's left is dirt and some blood. You wipe your nose again, no fresh blood, you just miraculously healed.

“I told you so dear.” He chose that time to use that horrid nickname.

Flustered you glare “It was a displeasure to see you tonight. That’s the last time I drink your ‘special milk’ for the sake of my sanity. Please never offer that again.” He pats your back rather roughly chuckling. “You’ll live. I’m proud of you kid.” He certainly knows how to make your heart flutter until you notice he patted your back with the hand that has your blood on it. 

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Late that night you make it onto the bus with Pam’s gaze on you. 

“What the fuck happened to you kid?” You can only sigh in response.

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Woah and Whoa

I have been processing these words inside my mind all day. They are not different but when I stare at both my eyes hurt. Which woah or whoa is more appealing. When one stares at a word long enough it is foreign to the eye. But which version is more appealing. Like if I saw something beautiful I would be like Whoa, but if I saw an explosion I'd be like Woah. One's just a misspelling I know but I've seen it in far too much literature.

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LOTTE NO Part 2

Oopsie here's the update. Thank youuuu to whomever waited for the word vomit

Yet again this is a Johan Liebert x Reader fanfiction and he himself is the warning. Also premarital kissing.

You're trapped in the library corner with no rescue in sight. Lotte is too far away to hear you and you aren’t exactly visible this far back in the stacks.

“Sorry, I’m not sure what you mean?”

In all fairness, you aren’t sure how you could even respond to that statement. Like is he trying to intimidate you or reassure you? Explaining why you find someone unnerving would be both rude and weird to explain. 

He smiles. It's beautiful. Charismatic. Artificial. Johan stands too close. Despite that- there's no scent of cologne or an essence of something tangible like the usual man who would wear it to enhance their appeal. Nor is it the overwhelming pungency of the overuse of axe body spray or the acrid smell of a person who simply doesn't wash. Nothing about him truly sticks out other than his above-average looks. He does have a hint of fragrance though. Hardly determinable, difficult to be placed. Maybe a waft of chemical, a sweet lemon contrived from lysol or sanitary wipes nothing overt, barely even noticeable. His scent is as unascertainable as everything about him. Oh- he's speaking- whoops-

His hands move slowly but it's still jarring when he places his pointer finger on your chin.

“It’s not hard to notice!” He speaks almost happily, even sounding like a giddy child but his eyes tell a different story. “Your breathing is rapid. You seem hesitant when you talk and you keep glancing around. That's rather…impolite. Wouldn’t you think?” His voice turns into a hushed whisper at the end, a quiet admonishment.

“Oh aha. I didn’t mean to sound rude.” You speak lamely trying to recover.

“Didn’t mean to sound rude?” His pointer finger lifts from your chin to the end of your nervous grin. “Do you think that you may be trying to appear calm when everything inside of you yearns to run away?”

This bitch- screw being polite. 

“Well, why don’t you tell me? Is that feeling warranted?” You answer dryly. Johan’s eyes widened a bit returning to that wide-eyed unsettling stare.

You decide to continue. This will later be a mistake. “You seem ohhhh just sooo charming.” You drag out the words to show just how done you are with this conversation. “But nothing about you seems genuine like at all. Nothing you express seems even real; like the closest thing I think I saw was curiosity. You are actually unnerving dude- seriously stop staring at me like that.”

His smile turns chilling. Shiiittt that was pretty rude. Maybe a bit too far but it's too late to repent.

“I apologize if I have… unsettled you. You seem to be good at picking up subtle cues. How fun.”

Okay, time to backtrack. “I- I am SO sorry. It all just kinda slipped out. Ah, I should check in with Lotte you know-?” Your voice cracks at the end. “I was supposed to be studying with her and all. See ya!”

You indeed were supposed to be studying with Lotte though not much was getting done with her ramblings beforehand. You really need to finish reading on the cardiovascular but it appears that both Lotte and Johan are going to get in the way of your academics. Nonetheless you take the excuse and run with it.

You quickly begin walking past him leaving the confined spot. You spot Lotte but alas your salvation is away from your reach because Johan decided to follow.

Lotte grins her lip gloss shining. “Aren’t you two cozy? Should we reschedule so you two can be alone?” She wags her brows, “Maybe we could even all go out You, Johan, Karl, and me.” She sighs dreamily. “Wouldn’t that just be perfect?”

Oh god. You almost forgot she thinks that you and Johan are dating. Okay maybe now she's calmed down a bit so that you can correct her.

You don’t turn to see Johan’s expression. “Hey, Lotte. About your little assumption earlier, you see-”

“Oh, Lotte.” Johan interrupts his voice, sickly sweet. Like he’s not actively making your life worse. “That would be lovely. I apologize that we haven’t told you sooner. She was just so shy. Isn’t that right darling?”

You flush in shock and embarrassment. He did NOT just do this. No, oh no. Also, did he just call you darling-!? You turn more red. Whether it's from outrage or something else is to be questioned for later. 

Indignant you begin, “Actually-” Yet again though your words are stolen. By Lotte this time who tackles you and Johan AGAIN into another hug. You can only imagine Johan’s face though you feel pure dread at the idea of looking up and seeing whatever expression he has. That citrusy chemical fragrance is back. You feel him pressed against your back. Shockingly he doesn’t feel cold. He feels warm, almost even pleasant. Human.

You feel as if your heart will stop working.

Lotte is still gushing but it's hard to focus on the words being spilled out. She becomes background noise, her incessant chatter on romance and how to ahem ‘pursue’ Karl by going on double dates. 

“....No….Lotte, please…Lotte no”

Her rambles continue drowning you out. 

“Oh-! I know we could all-”

You are saved by the devil. 

Johan sounds slightly amused. “Lotte.” He interrupts her mid-ramble. At this point you also notice Lotte has long let go of you, Johan however hasn’t. His arms are draped over you in an almost intimate way- actually, scratch that it's definitely too chummy for comfort.

“Her and I must get going. You know how embarrassed she can get after talks such as these. She must be tired. I'll walk her home.”

You wither away in his arms. What bad karma have you done to deserve this? You at least like to believe that you are a mostly decent person. Now here is your best friend sealing your fate in a misunderstanding with a man who makes you want to pull your teeth out.

Now your mental damage is too high. Weren’t you supposed to STUDY today!? Oh, Johan is guiding you away.

“Until next time Lotte.” He speaks calmly as if nothing has happened. Now you are both walking in silence. You are also now apparently holding hands. Everything about this is abnormal. Why is he doing this? Curiosity? Humor? It's certainly not actual interest considering how he seemed quite pleased with your discomfort.

“Why…” You manage to croak out. “Why must you- torment me so-” He stares blankly at you from the side as you walk.

“Hm? Care to explain?” Ah, playing dumb is he.

You hiss, “You know what I mean- how could you not-!? We are not dating-”

He laughs. It's a charming sound, it even feels genuine. “We aren’t? I think you are mistaken dear. It's interesting how you don’t acknowledge it.”

What. What does he mean by that!? As if sensing your bewilderment he continues not even looking at you. “We are now seeing each other.” 

“..............”

HOLD ON. DOESN’T THIS REQUIRE YOUR AGREEAL???? Or better yet BEING ASKED IN THE FIRST PLACE!????

“Repeat that again-?”

He lets out a noncommittal hum still walking and finally you register you are at the front of your house. You don’t recall giving him directions.

Your heart is literally screaming at you. It feels as if it is being squeezed by a fist and it's about to pop and bleed out like a really gross gusher.

Johan stops moving. His hands move to your neck. He can probably feel your pulse as you can hear it in your ears. He's giving you that wide pale blue-eyed stare again. He leans close staring into your eyes like he's staring at you from the inside dissecting your viscera. Johan moves further, his eyelashes touching yours uncomfortably close to your eyes. His forehead on yours as if he was a lover instead of a stranger. You can’t move, his eyes lock you in place. You see something in them that you wish to unsee. A confounding vision of blankness. Nothing. 

Johan tilts his head and your lips lock. His eyes remain open. It's a kiss you realize. You remain perfectly still as his eyes are boring into your being. Even your breathing stops but you can feel his against yours. The kiss hardly feels romantic till he slightly deepens it before it abruptly ends.

He lets out an enigmatic smile. His stare dies down and he takes a step away from you.

“We will be seeing each other again very soon. Do have a good day dear.”

Johan walks away, his footsteps barely making a sound leaving you frozen.

Finally when you can process you have a realization. 

“...Did I just get a boyfriend?”

Thus begins your relationship with Johan. Thanks a lot Lotte. You are absolutely screwed.

Funny. You were supposed to study the cardiac system, not go through tachycardia yourself.

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LOTTE NO

A Johan Liebert x Reader. UPDATE PART 2 IS OUT

Warnings: Johan is literally the warning. General Monster shenanigans.

Your eyes are sore and your neck is rigid. You’ve been staring at this godforsaken medical textbook for too long. Why? Why did you pick this path again? You suppose morbid interests relating to learning about anatomy through dissection- but to also provide- help to people. To give hope for a chance of a better future but this textbook is draining all of your willpower as you look at the nonsensical words. What even is a “Morsicatio buccarum” You sigh and try to think happy thoughts. Lotte should be here soon to study for her things as well at least. You grimace recalling last time where she GUSHED about Karl for an hour even while complaining about his obliviousness. It appears she's also oblivious to the fact that if you hear one more word about this you will actually commit violence. You sigh, smiling amused before hearing faint footsteps behind you.

Your eyes widen. It’s Karl’s friend standing over you. Pale blond hair, pale skin, pale eyes. Its- shoot what was his name again? Biting the inside of your cheek you think as he smiles blankly at you.

“Ah- hello…..Johan? Correct?” You smile a bit nervous wondering if that's correct. You shut the textbook- at least thankful to have a distraction until you somehow- feel worse than before. The man above you is- immaculate. Everything about him is so nicely polished but something is just wrong. It's too nice a smile, too flawless, teeth don’t even peek through the lips. Not a wrinkle against his eyes and his skin is almost sickly despite his good looks. He stood tall and even with a smile there was no mirth in his eyes. Despite this you smile but it begins to come off more as a grimace.

“Correct. I am Johan. Johan Liebert” He speaks smooth like a steady stream of water, his voice almost comforting with his soft voice. You smile yet again because you can’t be rude. He didn’t do anything, you bite the inside of your cheek lightly. He speaks your name easily. You don’t recall giving it.

“Ah- pleasure to meet you, Karl speaks fondly of you.” This time- you smile a bit more genuine recalling the genuine joy Karl had when talking about him helping him with Latin.

His gaze intensifies and he mimics a smile. “Is that so? How…nice of him.” His eyes continue piercing you, analyzing- eating you. You laugh despite feeling exceedingly observed, best not to question these things.

You look at him a bit harder. Could it be the reason your overanalyzing him is because he looks familiar? You wrack your head with ideas you don’t meet that many people, you already know about his friendship with Karl- what else- Lotte maybe?. You stare at him curious before realization dawns on you.

“Oh! I see, do you have a sister?” Smiling, you look at him. That's till you feel the now VERY visible tension. Were you dumb? Likely- you were just trying to make small talk to make things less uncomfortable- why is he staring HARDER!?

“...A…sister? Why do you say that?” He glares. There- doesn't appear to be malice in his stare- just something- very intense.

“Oh- Er- I remember- Lotte’s friend she looked- kinda like you? Sorry I was trying to make small talk.” Dread pools in your stomach. Something feels wrong. You shouldn’t have said that. You bite the inside of your cheek again.

“I um- nevermind then.” You appease the man. His gaze lingers but finally relaxes from what its relaxing from, you don't ask.

“I'll- see you around.” You grin. He watches. Johan looks as if he’s going to say something- You grab your textbook. “Hopefully next time- you'll bring Karl!” You wave and about bolt away, pulling out your phone from your skirt pocket you quickly text Lotte explaining that you should study tomorrow instead.

You go home and decide to forget about it. That was pure awkwardness. You don't understand why looking at Johan makes you feel worse. You set your textbook down in your room. Lotte responded to the message whining. Snorting, you set your phone down and get ready to enjoy the day procrastinating from reading that medical textbook till tomorrow.

Yet again you are in the library this time Lotte’s there. You smile thankful that she's here- before immediately regretting that as she rants about Karl.

“I just don’t understand how he can be so- UGH!” You snort as she looks at you like a kicked puppy. “Hey- sometimes people are stupid- it's okay- he’ll eventually realize how you feel.” You comfort her as your medical textbook lays forgotten.

You smile. Dead. It's been an hour. She is in fact- STILL going. You feel something watching before you notice someone emerging from the shadows by the shelves. Your heart sinks as you see him. You grimace, nudging Lotte who grins as she sees him.

“Johan! I was just talking about Karl! How is he?” She immerses him in talk all about Karl. Johan remains calm before interrupting her very much- one-sided dialogue. His calculating eyes go over to you as he calls out your name.

“Lotte may I borrow them for a moment?” No. In fact not happening. You smile tightly at Johan. Ice pricks your veins, you bite the inside of your mouth- you look at Lotte with a pleading expression hoping she notices. She in fact does not.

Sure thing, Johan!, I’ll see you in a sec" She smiles brightly, at you seemingly unaware of the unease. Johan stands up, holding out his hand to you smiling empty. "Come. Let's talk."

You smile tightly before you hear something from Lotte. You never thought yourself a bad person, you've done good, followed your morals, even wanting to join the medical field to help people. You never snuck out- did drugs nor committed crimes. So why must God punish you as you feel his wrath in Lotte’s words.

“...Oh…My. GOD. Are you two DATING!?”

Your expression cracks as your hand remains in Johan’s. Johan appears impassive, but his lips twitch likely in amusement. He looks at you waiting for your correction. The mortification seeps to your very core.

“Lotte-! No- hold on-!” Once the dam breaks- Lotte doesn’t stop.

Her eyes light up with excitement, cutting you off before you can finish the sentence. "REALLY?! Oh my god, that's so cute! You two are meant to be together!" She squeals, hugging You and Johan simultaneously, completely oblivious to the discomfort and dread emanating from you. This is the worst hug you've ever received. You're boxed in. Both are taller than you- you're squeezed against Johan as Lotte hugs you both pushing you against him. She prods as to why you haven't told her- but you cant even get a word in edgewise. Johan- you can't even see his face right now- You bet it's probably startled.

“Lotte please- hold on just one seco-”

Johan's hand tightens around your arm for a brief moment, his thumb pushing. His voice is low and calm when he speaks, but there's a hint of something darker underneath. His expression is unreadable "Lotte, why don't you give us some privacy?"

“No- please-” Your hand goes out to Lotte for salvation. One you do not receive.

Lotte either doesn't notice or ignores your desperate gesture, Johan gently but firmly guides you away. "Lotte seems quite eager to play matchmaker," He says blank, though his tone carries an undercurrent of something more intense. "Though I'm curious..." You flush. Not out of how he looks but out of sheer mortification.

His grip on your hand tightens slightly as he gazes down at you, his usual calm demeanor hinting at a barely concealed intensity. Of what feeling- you can't even tell. "Just how many denials will it take for her to stop forcing this... interesting scenario?"

Your voice disheartened “She- didn't- even listen.” You can’t even look at Johan right now. “She probably wants us to date and- deluded herself- since-” You think as your soul leaves. “She wants to date Karl and if I'm dating his friend- she thinks she can get close.” You sigh, flushed mortified and begging God to kill you. “I am so sorry about her- I’ll correct her right now.” You gesture over to her wherever she's further away.

Finally you look up. You do not like what you see. He's staring too intensely. Like wayyy too intense. Eyes widened to such an extent you could count his individual eyelashes but- he doesn't look surprised. You grimace.

Your brain is screaming to get away. His hand on your arm feels wrong- everything is yelling danger as his eyes look into you. Something is there and you do not want to see. His gaze finally wanes but his look is still just as intense.

“....That was an- interesting..development. Back to why- I had wanted to talk in the first place.” He speaks hushed like he's about to tell you the best secret. This cannot be good. You shake and smile nervously praying that he doesn't notice how much he's unnerving you- how wrong this feels. Why do you even feel this way he didn’t do anything so why- why?

His gaze remains the same intensity, he takes another step closer, invading your personal space as he whispers. "I find it fascinating," he begins, his voice carrying an undertone of darkness, "That you keep smiling when you're clearly terrified."

He noticed.

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Canceled Date

Warning: Alcohol Abuse, Depression

Notes: Nothing explicit happens, sorta mentioned though. No kissing occurs.

Glancing across from you, you can see that Misato had opened another can of beer. Her clothes were wrinkled and one of her sleeves loosened off her shoulder. Misato leaned back and took a large swig of her beer. You cringe and look down, the fact that her liver is still working is a miracle.

“Um Misato not to be rude but, don’t you think you’ve had a bit too much?” Frowning you continue, “You should probably take a break.” Honestly you couldn’t care less about people's bad habits but after seeing your housemate consume at minimum, ten beers a day, it became a little too concerning. 

She rolled her eyes and set the can down on the table and complained very exaggeratedly, “Aww, don’t be such a bummer!” giggles scrape out of her mouth, “This is what makes life worth living!”

You just frown at her and glance down at the food on the table. You were both sharing dinner, which is TV dinners that Misato pulled out of the fridge.  It's not that TV dinners are bad per se, it's just when you have it so frequently you end up feeling gross, though Shinji and Asuka don’t complain about it anymore. Speaking of them, they were currently out, so no one could really back up your point.

“If you say so.” Deciding to ignore it for now you just continue to eat. 

Misato picks up the can again and finishes it in one drink. Like Shinji and Asuka, Misato doesn’t cope well with her problems. Shinji frequently tries to run away from his problems or he just shuts himself away from the world, Asuka takes it out on other people, but in your honest to God opinion Misato copes the worst. She drinks away all of her problems in beer, trying to drown her vulnerabilities, and from what you’ve heard from Ritsuko about her relationship with Kaji…well it could be worse you suppose.

“Anything new with you?” She asks, you look up from your meal, “Ah nothing really, just work. You?”

“Same here.” She sighs, “At least there hasn’t been another Angel sighting.” Nodding you add “Yeah it has been pretty peaceful as of late.”

Once again it goes into an awkward silence, there isn’t much you can talk about other than work, yet you still try.

“Oh! Weren’t you going to go out with Mr. Kaji today?” She paused and stared at you barrenly. Welp you screwed up, who would have thought that maybe you shouldn’t bring up someone's possible boyfriend. Better yet you already know that Misato may have a love life unlike you, but her taste in men is atrocious. Even you have better taste in men! …and women but that's not the point.

“He canceled.” You wince “Oh- uh-  sorry to hear that. My bad.” You should really stop trying to talk to people; it never works. Misato cracks open another beer, chugs then giggles.

She smiles then she sighs and looks down “It's fine don’t worry about it, it's not your fault anyway.”

She then looks up and makes eye contact “What about you, Are ya seeing anyone yet?”

Internally dying, you grin “Nope! Probably not going to happen anytime soon yet unfortunately” You pick at your food, quickly changing the person of interest to someone else “What about Ritsuko I haven't heard much about hers?” 

Your ego is very bruised, easily you can make fun of yourself for it but when someone else brings it up, you can’t help but feel a little disheartened. Even more so right now since currently the object of your affection is asking you who is in fact obviously dating someone else. And likely doesn’t even like girls.

She gives a razor sharp grin “Why? Are you interested?”

Sputtering you quickly clear the air “No- I was only- only curious.” Somehow her grin got wider and she gave a bark of laughter, while her laugh chimed like broken glass, there was something oddly melodic about it. 

Too soon her laughter died off and her smile turned bittersweet. She looked rather solemnly at you which made this dinner feel a bit more morose. In all fairness, Misato never looks happy, she looks more like an imitation of someone going through the motions of happiness. You suppose when she drinks she’s at her happiest. The point is, she has never looked at you like that, she has made that expression at Shinji, Ritsuko, and even Kaji but not you. It’s starting to feel like you shouldn’t have stayed for dinner and instead you should’ve gone out with Shinji and Asuka.

“Kaji canceled on me today.” you frown at that, you had already talked about this.

“I'm aware.”

Misato looks at you intensely. “I’m glad you’re here with me. I really…I was hoping- Sorry. I can’t figure out how to say this. Silly huh.”

She smiles at you again but this time she actually smiles at you. This feels very wrong for some reason.

“I really didn’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Oh. Me too… I guess.” You really don’t know what to say to that. 

Misato looks at you rather expectantly …with a hint of something else. This can’t end well.

“I'm glad that he canceled. I just- I…” Misato keeps cutting herself off. Instead of continuing she crawls towards you. 

Oh no.

Breathlessly she states a fact that you couldn’t bear to hear right now. “You’re lonely.” She pauses, “I’m so alone.” She crawls closer to you.

You try to stand up to avoid the inevitable but she’s already too close. She grabs both of your hands, kneeling by your legs to do so. 

“We have- no- We will always be alone.” She looks at you with twisted hope.

“But we can be alone together.”

She tries to lean in but you stop her. She’s way too drunk for that, and you have standards.

“That’s not a good idea.” You sigh, “You will end up regretting it in the morning.”

As much as you love her, care about her, and even idolize her…having an intimate relationship with her would only damage her and you further.

“Kaji wasn’t there.” She looks at you desperately now, “You were.” You can clearly tell this isn’t about a canceled date anymore. Maybe it partially is, Misato’s ramblings seem to be spurred on by a multitude of things. While it is true that you stuck by her even at her worst, and even worse moments… you refuse to take advantage of this situation like that. Your crush on Misato isn’t fleeting but whatever she feels for you currently is.

She only cares for you because you won’t leave.

She moves one of her hands off of yours to cusp your face.

“I just need someone good for me.”

Tactfully you move your hand out of hers and move it to her face to push her a little further away from you.

“You wouldn’t be good for me though.” This got her to pause. Misato likely thought that because you had a crush on her you would be willing to… do whatever this was meant to be.

You continue, “As far as I’m concerned, you’re dating Kaji and I am not going to be involved in that.” Misato looks like she was about to speak so you quickly go on. “Kaji may not be the best but he at least cares about you, don’t forget you did a lot of unpleasant stuff towards him as well. Did you forget that he’s also my friend?” While you could easily make fun of who Misato is dating because it's Kaji, that doesn't mean he was a bad person. You’re fairly certain for whatever the reason he had to cancel was reasonable. Both Misato and Kaji did a lot of stupid things during their relationship so both of them should be blamed instead of Misato attempting to push all the fault on him. 

“But I thought you-” Misato looks confused, you understand why.

“Yes I like you, but I know you well enough to know that being in a relationship with you is a bad idea.”

You stand up and walk to the kitchen and grab a cup. “I don’t appreciate you using my feelings towards you so that you can comfort yourself.” You fill the glass with sink water. “You’ve done this before but you either remember or choose not to.” Walking back to the living room you place the glass in front of her. “I can’t blame you though, it would be stupid to blame you when you're drunk all the time.”

Glancing over her form, it looks like she’s about to cry.

“What’s sad is that I would’ve said yes if you weren’t dating him.” You feel really pathetic saying that to her. You walk to your bedroom door and look back one more time.

Misato is refusing to look at you. You sigh.

“Regarding what you said earlier, you’re not alone. You still have Ritsuko and Shinji. Try calling them, I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

You close the door. You can hear her cry outside.

[blasphemousgoggles]

Livesey My Beloved

A Doctor Livesey x Reader. I don't know okay.

Warnings: Mild Gore, Blood, Premarital Kissing

Leaning against the wooden wall of the moon lit ship, you wheeze spitting out the blood in your mouth. It's a miracle you haven’t passed out yet, having to haul yourself from the island back onto the ship but with the black spots clouding your vision and blurry surroundings you ain’t far off.

Groaning, you clutch your sides. There's blood everywhere, you really should have stayed in bed instead of brawling with those pirates. Your entire body is bruised, your nose is leaking copious amounts of blood, and you can barely walk. In short you look like a gory mess and you are literally leaking blood everywhere. What a terrible night.

It’s pretty late, the others are in bed, and you’re losing blood rapidly. Despite the situation you chuckle and bloody spittle comes out. You fight the need to fall over and bleed out on the floor because it would be a sucky way to die, you’d rather kick the bucket on a bed.

Stumbling on your bloody, probably fractured, mess of a leg you finally make it to your destination. You crash into the door and grip the handle, knocking loudly and heaving as you do so.

The door opens and you're greeted by the ship's beloved jovial Doctor.

“Oh! What a surprise!” a hearty voice proclaims. Then a pause and then a quiet laugh. “Oh dear. My friend, you appear to be quite injured!”

Despite the airy voice you can still hear unease in it. It's very dark out and you can’t make his face out.

With great effort you forced words to come out of your mouth.

“Heya doc, it's not too late for a check up is it?” You let out a toothy grin. Bad idea, blood leaked from inside your mouth and pooled onto the floor along with your nosebleed. You felt pretty bad about waking him up at this time but you’re pretty sure he doesn’t mind.

“Of course! Come in dear.” He quickly ushers you in and sets you on a cot. The lights are now on and you can see Doctor Livesey clearly. He is smiling but he appears to be very frazzled.

Livesey grabs a towel and holds it onto your nose. “Hold down on it and lean your head forward.”

You do so but unfortunately you feel the blood start leaking into your throat and it starts coming out when you breathe out of your mouth. Gross. As you're coughing out blood he wraps some gauze around his fingers.

“Apologies dear, I must stop the bleeding on those injuries while I tend to your other ones.” Livesey lets out an anxious laugh “Unfortunately this will hurt.”

You grimace, this is gonna suck so bad.

The doctor places his gauzed fingers into the lacerations and gory wounds of your body, stuffing each of them with gauze. Your skin feels like it's screaming and you wish that you could just pass out instead of being awake for this pure hell.

Livesey is putting some sort of saline or antibiotic on some of your wounds while you try to dissociate.

“How’d you get such injuries dear?” He asks with no laugh or jovial tone.

“Well you see, I got into a bit of a scrap with those pirates. It ain’t a big deal though.” You inwardly cringe as he stops applying ointment and grabs stitches.

“Not a big deal? You came to my door looking like death!” His eyes sharpen and he chuckles sardonically. “Dear, you must be more careful! I’d hate for this to happen again.”

You grin. “Aww. Concerned Doctor?” Thankfully your nose had stopped gushing and you could remove the now soaked bloody towel. Your muscles scream but you sit up higher on the cot and lean in closer. “You sure know how to make one blush.”

Livesey brightens up. “Dear try not to strain yourself for my sake.” So you lean back into your previous position into the cot, making a gross squelching noise of the soaked cloth.

He hands you a wet rag and you wipe your face off removing the dried gunk.

“Try not to move. This will sting.” He warns. You brace yourself. As the needle goes through you hiss.

“I’ll be quick.” Livesey assures. 

“Hah! It’s fine, I can handle it.” In reality you are literally fighting tears.

“You should have seen those guys! They’re looking worse than me!” You wheeze out. “I bet they don’t have half as good of a doctor like I do!”

He chuckles heartily “Flattering are we?” Then he frowns. Livesey finishes up the stitching and questions you. “Dear, may I ask a question?” You grinned “You already asked one Doc.” He doesn’t smile. “What were you doing out of the ship so late?”

Your grin lessened “I wanted to blow off some steam.” You turn away from his eyes “Honestly I didn’t expect to run into those guys.”

“Why didn’t you bring anyone with you? You know that there were pirates on that land.” He asks with no laugh. You're so used to the Doctor being cheery in every situation, having him not be makes you feel, well really guilty.

“I didn’t want to disturb anyone, it's late.” He raises an eyebrow “My friend, you ended up hurt. Now I have to treat you.” You grimace but he continued “You would have saved me the hassle of patching you up and instead asked me.” This time he leaned in closer “Unless you went out tonight with the intent to fight so that I could patch you up.” You blushed a very bright crimson. Doctor Livesey guffaws “Dear, you could have just asked for my company.”

Then he grimaces “In all seriousness dear, please do not do this again.” He pats your head “I’d hate for you to injure yourself for my sake.” You nod sheepishly “Will do.”

He then leans in closer laughing boisterously “May I kiss you darling?” he asks between laughs.

Your eyes widen and a big grin splits your face, “Please.”

He obliges then pulls away with a cheery grin.

“You should rest now dear. Sleep should help you heal!” He turns off the lights and you eventually doze off.

Despite every part of your body aching, you can’t help but grin.

Worth it.

[blasphemousgoggles]

Strange Mr. Qi Part 3

A Mr. Qi x Reader Story, Why do I do this to myself.

Warnings: Mr. Qi is the warning. (Stalking and slight Cursing)

You stare blankly at the screen then cringe, this cannot be legal. On the screen there is a file containing your full name and everything you have done in Stardew Valley including your steps. So that’s how he had all of your information. Wheezing you look over at the blue man.

How the hell is he able to track all of that? Why? The amount of steps? Trash cans!?

It feels as if cold water was thrown on- no more like someone dropped an ice block on you. You turn off the machine and move towards this nutjob, all you feel is unease, the hairs of your arms stand up and you're absolutely prepared to sock him in the face.

“Why and how are you even keeping track of that? That’s extremely messed up, like why do you need to know all of that?”

Mr. Qi tilts his head towards you chuckling, “I already told you I can not answer everything, however I supervise these events to push you to your potential.”

“You do not have to stalk everything I do. That’s really weird.”

Mr. Qi chuckles harder. “I do understand that this is a bit odd but I assure you I need to know this.”

You breathe deeply and try to calm down. You sigh to cool your nerves. You sigh again at the absurdity of his reason. You sigh one more time for good measure. Deciding to ignore all the warning signs and wanting to get the hell away from him you carry on.

“Will you ever tell me or will I figure it out eventually?” you grimace, “It’s just a huge breach of my privacy.”

Mr. Qi looks down at you smiling, “Possibly, but for now just enjoy yourself.”

You nod but then ask, “You don’t watch me sleep or go to the bathroom right?”

He stands up straight and smiles, going back to staring at the fucking window.

“I do not watch you in certain situations.”

Great. He didn’t even specify.

For now you’re going to ignore his eccentricity because you don’t think you can really get out of this situation for now. Besides, he has left some useful items in the mines and doesn’t seem to have bad intentions. Scratch that you are absolutely going to regret this.

Looking around the casino again you walk to the other machine. Looking at it you sigh. This guy was pretentious enough to have his own currency- Qi coins, scanning the room you realize that to use anything you would likely have to buy some.

You end up buying a couple and using the slot machines to make a fair amount of profit. You checked the shop in the corner but decided to save up till you can buy anything. Honestly you just wanted to leave at this point.

Walking up to Mr. Qi once again you decide to bid him farewell.

“I’m going to head home I guess. Thanks for inviting me I think, try to- uh not watch my every move as often?”

Mr. Qi smirks, “Maybe, I’m glad you were able to come. I look forward to seeing you more, be sure to visit every so often.”

He leans down to eye level with you, smiling smugly as he ruffles your hair, ruining your hairstyle.

“Be safe.”

You flush either feeling embarrassed or pissed or maybe both you smack his hand off.

“Yeah thanks.”

And with that you speed out of the casino to the warm embrace of Sandy’s store.

[blasphemousgoggles]

Lotte Why

A Johan Liebert x Reader. He is a pain.

Warnings: Johan is a warning (Implied Murder)

“I have an idea! Why don’t you two spend time together!”, Lotte please no. “Since you two don’t know each other well, Karl and I will get some coffee while you two have fun!”. You sigh, as much as you appreciate and love Lotte, why does she have to do this to you. You know Lotte just wants to spend time with Karl and if you get to know this guy then maybe she will finally ask out Karl but you REALLY don’t want to know him. Karl, your savior speaks up “What? Why don’t we all spend time together then?” he furrows his brow “They could get to know each other with us.” He seems apprehensive to leave Johan. You decide to try to save yourself from your fate. “Yeah, Lotte, I came out here to spend time with all of you.” Lotte acts quickly however, leaning to Karl’s ear and whispering something to him. “Oh! I see.” he appears flustered. “Johan, Lotte and I are going to go. Are you two okay with that?. Damn it Lotte! She probably told him something dumb. She gives you a pleading look, not unlike that of a sad dog. Usually you would be more than willing to go with Lotte’s antics but something about this Johan bugged you. It's not like you hated him, I mean you hardly knew the guy! But the way he just showed up at your school made you anxious, he got along with everyone else just fine. In fact most of the school’s population thinks he’s cute with his light blonde hair, piercing baby blue eyes, and sickly pale skin. While he’s certainly not attractive to you he’s rather reserved and spends most of his time alone. Johan smiled “Of course. We will see you tomorrow then.” Karl waves goodbye while Lotte winks at you. Wow you have amazing friends. She better confess otherwise you're gonna have problems.

“Bye guys!” you shout seeming fine when in reality you’re freaking out. Johan smiled but with closed eyes turned over to you. “Do you still want to get dinner?” Accepting your fate you say “Sure!”. Johan and you walk in silence. You feel like you’re suffocating. Maybe this will be a good experience, you shouldn’t just judge someone based on a gut feeling. Johan seems like a nice guy or at least a charismatic one. Johan smoothly asks “How did you meet Lotte?” finally conversation. “Ah, I met her when college first started. What about you?”. Again he smiles and talks, “I met both Lotte and Karl when I was working for Schuwald.”. You smile thinly “That’s cool. Uh- is Mr. Schuwald nice? I heard Karl mention that he lectures him a lot.” you look at the back of his head. “I hold nothing but high regards for Mr. Schuwald. I have heard he can be a bit harsh to some of the others though.”

“Oh that's interesting.” you walk past a store and notice that the TV is talking about an alleged serial killer on the run Dr. Tenma. You frown “Do you think he did it?” Johan stops walking. “Hm?” you take that as a sign to elaborate “Well I mean Dr. Tenma doesn’t seem like the type of man who would do such a thing.” He smiles “Why do you say that?” Johan seems really interested now. “Er- well I remember something about him having an alibi when the first murders occurred around him.” He’s staring at you now. You continue “He has saved a lot of people, even my relatives met him before on a trip and they said he could never do such a thing. I may be wrong but he just seems like the type of guy who wouldn’t do a crime like that.” Wow your reasoning kind of sucks but you at least got your point across. Johan walks closer to you, you try to back up but you can’t. It's gotten dark out, no one but you two are here. You’re now up against the store and his eyes widen and he stares you down even HARDER. You can probably go around him, you really should but your legs are frozen underneath his gaze. You feel as though you said something you shouldn’t have.

“He doesn’t seem like someone who would do such a thing” Johan copies your previous words, “Many people don’t seem like they could commit awful crimes but that does not make them innocent.”. You steady your eyes on him, he looks haunting. Johan continues “Do you think I could?” he questions, “Could what?” you respond. “Do such a thing?”. Your stomach growls and he immediately steps back. “Sorry I hadn’t realized how late it’s gotten. The diner is just ahead.” you can’t move. Johan slightly frowns, “My apologies I hadn’t intended to scare you.” That is such a lie. You breathe out in relief, at least he’s further away. Your relief is short lived however, he offers out his arm to you. “I’ll walk you. You seem to be very startled.” Startled. That's what you were. Johan smiles, arm still extended. Shakily you grab it. Remember you’re doing this for Lotte, she’s probably professing her love for Karl. Johan was probably just messing with you, hopefully. At least he’s hot. Johan guides you inside the diner and pulls out a seat for you. What a gentleman. Shakily you sit down while he sits right in front of you. Soon after a waiter comes over. “Thank you for dining with us today. What would you like to order?” Both of you order. The waiter nods and smiles at the both of you and quickly walks away. You’re still shaken up from earlier but you brush it off as an odd joke. “So Johan. What are you studying?” you should make the best of this situation instead of freaking out. Lotte is probably having a blast. She owes you lunch for this crap. “I study in the school of law, and you?” You nod “That’s nice. I’m a medical student.” He chuckles at that, you feel somewhat offended. “What's so funny?” Johan stops chuckling and his eyes glaze over “It just reminds me of someone?”. You feel a bit self-conscious now, “In a good way right?” he brightens up “Yes. He’s somewhat like a father to me.” Great. You got parent-zoned somehow. Actually, is this a date? Like you two went on a romantic (horrific) walk together and you even held his arm. Sure you felt borderline threatened to do so but it counts. Lotte said it was for you two to “Get to know each other”, are you dumb? You took this as a hang out. Are you on a date? Should you ask for clarification? You’re not really into Johan with your actual horrific conversation with him. Seriously for a moment you thought he was a serial killer. You decide to try and ask but the waiter comes back with your meals. “Thank you very much.” the waiter smiles and sets your food down and walks away from you two to talk with her coworkers. About an hour passes and it has gotten very late. You attempted to pay for your portion of the meal but Johan insisted that he should because “It’s the right thing” or whatever that means. “Allow me to walk you home.” He offers out his arm again. If you say no you’re going to feel bad and it is pretty late. “Are you sure? What about you?” you question uselessly. “I’ll be fine. Let’s get going.” With that he grabs your hand. Now you have to lead him to your house. Hopefully this doesn’t backfire. You walk in a comfortable silence and now you are in your neighborhood. “Right here is fine.” You’re not entirely dumb, you aren’t just going to lead a guy you hardly know to your house. Despite the time you spent with him, he seemed to speak very vaguely on topics about himself. “Oh. Okay, I hope you have a lovely evening.” Johan smiles, leans down and offers you a kiss on your forehead. It was a date. He leaves. You stand there dumbstruck. You stand there for a long time. You turn very red. In the morning you find out Lotte didn’t confess, you see Johan a lot now though.

[blasphemousgoggles]

Strange Mr. Qi Part 2

A Mr. Qi x Reader, I might have to make more parts.

Warnings: Mr. Qi is the warning (Stalking)

Edit: Part 3 Added

He’s blue. Not in a sad way but in the way that he is literally blue. Now you had seen many things before, all sorts of strange monsters but you had never once seen a blue man. Other than that time Clint had to drink one of those Joja Colas for a commercial and got food poisoning but that's besides the point. You highly doubt that Mr. Qi would be drinking those liquid abominations. While strange you suppose that he was at least a very lovely shade of blue, a beautiful pale blue that you can see in the sky or maybe in an aquamarine from the mines.

He was tall enough that you had to crane your neck to look at him, his hair was a deep purple just above his shoulder and his hands were clasped behind his back. You couldn’t see his eyes due to them being covered by his amethyst lenses. He dressed very extravagantly, he wore a sleek button up and slacks, the fabric of his clothes looked like space itself. Blue, green, and yellow stars were glistening in and out of existence, a bit like a Christmas tree. To top it off he was wearing a wide brimmed hat that appeared to be made out of the same cloth of his outfit. While not traditionally, he was… really pretty Oh. Nah. Not happening. It's the weird stalker blue man, my guy. Walking red flag but blue. Why are you like this, out of all things to think about? Why. Get that thought out of your head. Better yet don’t think. Perishing the thought, you quickly avert your eyes away from him, he most definitely noticed that you hadn’t greeted him yet.

“Er- yeah, you too I guess…” you sound way too shaky man, pull yourself together then you can ask some questions. His smile widened and you can see the pearly whi- OH BOY does he have sharp teeth. You break out in a cold sweat, why are his teeth like that? It makes his grin look so much more menacing than it should, like you feel like you're gonna get eaten alive with those teeth. Please stop smiling. “Tell me do you know why I singled you out?” You frown, honestly you had no idea. You shake your head. “You've got the 'spark'… that's why I singled you out.” What. You furrow your brows “Spark? Sorry I don’t understand what that means.” Clearly he finds your confusion amusing because he starts chuckling. “What spark? The conduit of mystery, of art, of exploration… People like us have a responsibility to keep the world alive, to give folks a taste of the extraordinary. He then bent down to look at you better. “You see, kid, the world's like a bowl of rice. It's got substance, but it ain't worth nothin' without a good, zesty sauce. That's where we come in.” He gestures. Did this guy just compare you to a sauce? And you're now noting that he calls you kid a lot, why? He can’t be that much older than you. He continues to speak, “Didn't you ever wonder who put those treasure chests in the old mine shaft?” Now that catches your attention, you look at him quizzically, “Yes I have, but why would you leave them there?” he grins much more normally now, his voice deepens “I like to give people surprises. You'll understand someday. Just keep doing your best and never give up.” He straightens up and looks down at you. That was actually pretty motivating, your nerves were calming down just a bit with the added distance. “Thanks. I think. I mean I appreciate your- uh faith in me. Your quests made me feel more entertained in a way and you showed me that there's more I don’t know in the Valley.” Mr. Qi smiles softly, he looks as though he's about to say something so you quickly add “Also, I have to ask you some questions. I am a bit confused on a few aspects.” Mr. Qi doesn’t turn to look at you but he tilts his head to your direction and raises an eyebrow. “How did you get my information? Like on the club card you somehow got a photo of me and my full name. Are you keeping track of me somehow? What's the point-” He places his pointer finger on your mouth and shushes you like a child. Rude. “Dear, I can’t answer all of those questions right now, it would ruin the intrigue and excitement.” He smiles and removes his finger away from his mouth and points to a bear shaped machine. “That can answer one of your questions however.” with that he waves you off.

[blasphemousgoggles]

Strange Mr. Qi

A Mr. Qi x Reader, Part 2 added. I thought this was going to be short.

Warnings: Mr. Qi is the warning (Stalking)

Mr. Qi was, to put it lightly, weird. This may sound rude however you had good reason to think this. While mining, you would be able to get many things such as ores, gems, even artifacts! But you would also find chests, weapons and most importantly notes. The notes had provided you with some useful information on other people but it was a bit confusing. How did all of these notes get into the mines? Some of these are from peoples diaries and you highly doubt someone would rip a page and it somehow gets into the mines. Other notes are drawings which would allow you to find buried items or- a gold statue of Lewis. Why. While strange you could chalk it up to maybe carelessness and coincidence until one note.

“Greetings, Y/N

Have you found my ‘secret’ in the dark tunnel?

I look forward to meeting you!”

- Mr. Qi

You were a bit taken aback because while you had found many notes before, this one had specifically addressed you.

“That's kind of creepy.” you think.

 While you were weirded out, on a whim you decide to see what the ‘secret’ was. The only dark tunnel you knew was the bus tunnel and wouldn’t ya know there's a lock-box! It was missing a battery though. When you had placed that battery pack into the lock-box you hadn’t expected to receive another cryptic note. You don’t really know what you were expecting but now you had another quest to do. Being sent on a wild goose chase to find some guy was the last thing you had expected.

Each note had you complete various tasks such as placing a rainbow shell into a box at a train station or placing beets into Mayor Lewis’s fridge. Out of curiosity you completed each task, and it was pretty fun! It was really refreshing to do something new and it gave you some sort of rush every time you finished a task. You were very interested as to who was behind these letters considering the note had said that he was “looking forward to meeting you”. You eventually had decided to ask around town to see if anyone knew who he was but apparently none of the townspeople knew. It was pretty strange considering that if it wasn’t them then who? Everyone you had asked seemed to have no idea who this person was, you had assumed it was a prank of some sort but everyone had seemed genuinely baffled. Some were concerned if this Mr. Qi was sending you concerning letters but you had assured them otherwise. 

Eventually you had found two notes, one was a riddle to give a dragon his last meal and the other was to make it to level twenty five of the Skull Cavern. Skull Cavern was easy enough but the monsters were stronger than the ones in the mines, and you had received a pretty hefty reward of TEN THOUSAND GOLD.

Your eyes had bugged out when you saw the amount.

“What the-!”

Whoever was sending you these notes had to be hella rich because who does that? You didn’t even have to go that deep!

The riddle however was a bit trickier, you had no idea as to what ‘dragon’ you could feed. After looking everywhere in the valley, it seemed nothing was here so you looked through the desert. You found it! There were the bones of what looked to be a dragon and you had found a small piece of paper in its teeth.

“Its maw gapes at the desert sun. Even in death, it yearns for a taste.”

“That's a bit grim.” you thought. You read the letter again, you have to give the dragon its last meal… and its maw gapes to the sun. Then like a sack of bricks it hits you. Solar essence! That's actually pretty clever. Thankfully you are carrying some solar essence due to your escapade into the Skull Cavern. You place the sun into the dragon's mouth and you see a note.

“You’ve proven yourself, kid. Check out the pile of lumber next to your house.

I’m proud of you.”

- Mr. Qi

Your heart swelled at that. The people pleaser in you was thankful for any praise you can get. The lengths you go for a stranger. You get on the bus to head home, you thank Pam for taking you home and-Wait. Your lumber pile. YOUR LUMBER PILE! That is at your house! When the hell did he make it to your farm?! You would get how he would know where you lived. Your farm was featured in the newspaper and anyone is able to mail you but the only people allowed onto your farm were the people that you knew. This guy would have had to sneak around the townspeople, get over the fences surrounding your house and place something in your lumber pile.

“Hey kid you alright?” You look over to Pam. She looks pretty concerned. Ah right you were thanking her.

“Oh. Sorry about that. I'm fine, thank you for taking me home.” You get out of the bus and quickly head home, internally freaking out.

You run over to the lumber pile and you see a green card sticking out. It has your full name, a photo of you and the words “Club Member”.

“Do- do I have a stalker?” you murmur. You are more than capable of defending yourself considering all the monsters you had slain but it still unnerved you.

You are starting to wonder if it was a good idea to do all of these tasks, much less even meet the guy. You were still intrigued, if you met him he could probably answer your questions and if he tried anything you could most definitely beat him in a fight.

You remember the Oasis. It had a path in the back blocked by a bouncer. Could that be where you need to go? You decide to sleep it off and go in the morning.

At 6:00 AM you’re up and ready. You tend to your crops, feed your animals and harvest whatever you can and put it in the shipping bin. You decide to look into your mail. You have a few gifts from the others, Caroline had sent you some parsnips while Elliot had sent you crab cakes. There was another letter, it wasn’t addressed by anyone but you had a clear idea as to who it was.

“Someone is

waiting for you

on level 100

in

the

skull cavern…”

Obviously it's Mr. Qi. Seriously you hadn’t even met the guy and he has taken up so much of your life already. You could head down to level 100 in the Skull Cavern but you already have plans to get into that club in Sandy’s shop.

By now it's 10:00 AM and you head over to the bus. You thank Pam for taking you and you go over to the Oasis.

Sandy greets you on your way in and you make some small talk.

“You look really thirsty. Here, have a taste of this ice cold milk.” You smile

“Oh thank you!”

Sandy is very pleasant to talk to however you REALLY have to do this now. You head over to the back to the bouncer.

“!!! Is…is that a ‘Club Card’?” Wow he looks shocked. Guess this club must be a big deal.

“Yes.” He nods “You may enter.”

“You’re a club member!?” You look over to Sandy and sheepishly smile.

“I guess so.” With that you step in. You are now in a casino. The first thing you notice is how purple it is. The purple walls have a lovely wavy design and the windows have a purple blanket of stars and the ceiling is also purple as well. The floor however is black and blue with a star pattern on it. There are two card tables, some slot machines, and the fortune teller you watch on TV.

Then you see him. He turns around and smiles oh so warmly at you like you’re an old friend of his.

"It's good to finally meet ya, kid. Welcome to my exclusive clubhouse.”

[blasphemousgoggles]

Miasma

Written for a friend, I suck at this game.

Warning: Gore, Threats of Violence (Nothing too bad though)

“Is something wrong?” One of the others asked. You and the remainder of people look over to Enki. He seems lost in thought, staring deeply into the Miasma sword.

“I haven’t witnessed anything like this before…” You begin to feel a growing sense of dread. Going through this hellish dungeon has caused your nerves to be shot, every sound and step you take sends tremors through your whole body. Most things in this decrepit dungeons have tried to kill you, everything in this place was beyond anything you believed was possible. Stopping now could be the death of you.

“Blood? …blood…blood. Yes.” Enki murmurs to himself.

“We need to keep up the pace.” You don’t want to stall any further. All you want is to get out of this place as soon as possible.

“No… There are more urgent matters…” He doesn’t even look over at you.

“What are you saying…?” He talks slowly. Exasperated, someone asks “What are you talking about?” It seems like the others are getting more paranoid. Finally, he looks over at you and the others.

“The blade…It wants sacrifices… Right now.” The hairs on your neck stand. 

“Guys, maybe we should go.” If the man has gone insane you are not waiting around to find out. While you would feel bad leaving him, it seems that he doesn’t care for what any of you have to say now.

“Oh do not worry. I have no emotions toward most of my companions. They can be your cattle. Sacrificial lambs.” It's too late to leave now, he begins to swing.

Now most of your companions lay dead, deep gashes are carved into their bodies, blood still gushing from their wounds. At least one person managed to run away, however sadly for you the dark priest gaunt form looms over you. is gripping your arm tightly. Despite him being weak he managed to overpower the others and you due to you all being malnourished and already injured from the previous fight with the Crow. It's truly a bit embarrassing that someone with such brittle bones was able to quickly massacre the lot of you.

He stands still clasping at your arm still, while coated in blood he continues to stare dully at you.

You glare at Enki, if you were going to die by his hands you refuse to show any fear towards him.  Now you wait for the finishing blow.

“Let's go already.” He states blandly. You falter. That was not expected  After a moment of staring at eachother your glare melts into confusion and suspicion.

“Excuse me?” The priest has the absolute gall to roll his eyes at you like he didn’t just butcher both of you companions. “We should keep moving. We have been in here long enough.”

What is he saying? Seriously, who in their right mind would leave with this scum. Either way, why aren't you dead yet?. While you were still baffled, rage grew into you like a tumor. And you couldn’t help but state the obvious “You killed the others! Why the fuck would I want to leave with you!” You attempt to shake off his hand but he grips tighter. With how hard he's gripping you, you're pretty sure if he holds any harder his nails would enter your skin. 

Enki looks unamused. “The sword demanded blood so I gave it some. The others were never going to make it out of here anyway.”

“What do you know! You don’t have the right to play god and decide who lives and dies.” You break, you had grown attached to some of the others. You felt secure with the others, it felt safe with them. This dungeon has no mercy to outsiders, death was everywhere but with your companions all of you had lived longer than expected when you all walked in here. You were beginning to get borderline hysterical. “ Do you even feel bad for what you’ve done? If you so easily slaughtered the others, what's stopping you from doing the same to me?”

His nails were now lodged into your arm the priest looks annoyed now. He grits his teeth. “I do not feel bad. I held no emotion toward them.” His eyes bore into yours. “While you are weak from your injuries, if they were healed you would be more physically adept than I am.” He states plainly. “It would be easier to travel together than alone.”

You scoffed “I do not care if it's ‘easier’ I have no reason to go with-” his other hand that still held the blade moved over to your face. 

“If you insist on talking back to me I will cut your damn tongue off.”

He pressed the sword's point to your mouth, the fresh blood of the others dribbled slowly onto your face and rolled down to your chin, the smell of metal stung your nostrils. You clamp your mouth shut lest you get the abhorrent liquid in there.

“You may be more physically capable but with how dim witted you are, you would have no hope of leaving this place. You would die here.” Weirdly he smiles. “While it would be easier, if you are unwilling I would gladly cut off your limbs and drag you with me.” You pale. As much as you hated to admit it, you couldn’t leave. This hellish place is just too easy to get lost in. You had to stick with him unless you found another poor soul down here. While the person who ran away could be an option, there is little to no chance of finding them. Even in your dread you wonder, why is he so insistent on forcing you to follow him? And why did he have to threaten you twice.

“I simply want you with me.” His eyes twinkle like some shitty romance novel. It would be sweet if it wasn’t for the gore around you and the threat of removing your limbs. He removes the blade from your mouth.

“If you stay with me, I can ensure that you won’t die here.”

Enki looks through you. Hesitantly you nod. There was no other option for you.

“Good. Now let us leave already.”

You stand albeit shakily, he helps to support your weight from where he was still holding your arm. Finally, the dark priest withdraws his nails from within your arm. Red liquid oozes out. Despite that reprieve, you frown because now his haggard hands have moved to clasp your hands. You cast one more look at your comrades, then you leave with him.

[blasphemousgoggles]

Literal Bird

Written for a friend, I suck at this game. 

Warning: Gore (Nothing too bad tho)

All of your party members were dead. You and the others thought the room was safe, you had all rested there taking respite from the deteriorated dungeon. Believing you found a haven in this forsaken place all of you had eventually headed back to rest but soon you realized what a grave mistake it would be. A terrifying presence was watching you sleep. When you woke up a monster was there. Screaming had pierced through your ears but when your eyes opened everyone lay limp. The stone walls and floors were coated in the gore of your friends who were heavily disfigured. Some were missing their arms and legs, a few had their heads ripped from their neck but all had their eyes pecked out. You were quickly losing the haziness from your sleep with it being replaced with horror and rising dread. You wanted to throw up despite how little you ate, you wanted to cry for your fallen allies but you saw that the monster was still there. It had the body of a man, the head of a crow, and a mace for one of its arms. The crow cocked his head to look at you, its beady eyes looking through you. Adrenaline rising, you slowly step out of the shabby bed while the crow watches your movements then you bolt out of the room. You ran as hard as you could, hearing a loud caw from the room you left encouraged you to go faster. You went from room to room trying to get away, the guards were already taken care of, and all you had to do was escape and hide. You could do it all you had to do- “FUCK!” You fell over from the hot sharp pain in your leg. You screamed in anguish, there was a mace IN YOUR LEG. You can't run away anymore, any hope you had was dashed. The crow man stood over your form, his mace- or technically arm still in your leg while you writhe in agony. While it should be very hard for a man with a crow head to express emotions, you could tell that it's pissed. It caws angrily at you and you can’t take it anymore, you begin to bawl your eyes out and scream while the monster watches. This was it- you were dead there was no way out of this. You were weeping heavily, you didn’t notice that the foreign object was out of your leg nor did you notice when you were backed up against the rough walls of the dungeon. You only realized when fluffy feathers brushed on your neck that you weren’t gonna die yet. It began nuzzling you? Its beak slid past your ear to your hair while it let out cooing sounds. The hell is this? While this should seem comforting after the horrors you went through, being embraced by a freakishly tall crow man that smells of gore and just murdered your friends is anything but. You tremble in fear and disgust as you are pulled closer. With your allies dead no one could help you now, even if you could get away from now you wouldn’t get far with the state of your leg. You don’t try to escape for now, the crow seems pleased. It's better than being dead at least.