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3kiripima3 · 1 year ago

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omg I love this. tysm for doing this <3. it's not exactly who I expected to get, but omg I love sir pentious sm he's so precious <3

Hiya! I'd like to request a matchup for Hazbin Hotel, if that's alright. :) Soz if this is a lot of info!

Basics: My name's Sébastian. I'm a male (he/him), and I'm bisexual. I wouldn't like to be paired with Alastor, Lucifer or Carmilla, if that's possible.

Personality: I'm an INFJ, though I do come across as an extrovert in online spaces. I'm typically very introverted, but when I'm around people I care about I get rather loud and obnoxious due to a fear of being ignored. I don't put myself out there as a smart person, but I was always very high up academically. I have a tendency to write or speak in a way that could be considered robotic. People have told me I'm really funny before, which I doubt. I constantly struggle to show those I love how much I care about them, and often resort to excessively love-bombing people. A lot of this is due to the fact I don't think about people unless I'm actually talking to or texting them, as I get extremely focused on other things. I often get called narcissistic by people because of it. The majority of my jokes involve innuendos or things like cannibalism, but my comedic timing is what others tend to enjoy. I get easily overwhelmed though, so there have been numerous times where I've just gone silent in a conversation. I struggle to navigate social situations, but thankfully I'm very good at articulating myself around normal people.

I'm autistic and have anxiety, which impacts a lot of my thinking and relationships.

Interests/Likes: Funnily enough, my main interest is in fashion, but I never have anyone to discuss it with due to my friends not being interested in it. My friends and family always come to me for fashion advice, though. I'm an emo, but I often dress in other styles to fit the mood or vibes. Other interests of mine include the skeletal system, nuclear energy and chemical warfare; an odd selection, I know. Hobbies of mine include: organisation, writing, drawing, crocheting and designing clothing. I'm currently learning German. My music taste is all over the place but I mainly listen to: My Chemical Romance, Waterparks, Melanie Martinez & Queen. My favourite colour is orange.

Dislikes: I really don't like raw tomatoes. My entire family does except for me. They make me gag. I also don't like being treated like a child when I don't understand something. A lot of my old friends did that, it's yucky. Additionally, I really hate this one specific shade of emerald green with a passion. I don't even know why.

Love languages: I often give extravagant gifts to those I love. Another of my love languages is physical touch, I only touch those I really feel comfortable with though. I enjoy receiving pretty much any form of affection except for words of affirmation. I don't find spoken words genuine, it's a weird thing.

My type in a partner: I need to be with someone who is alright with me spoiling them spontaneously. I also would prefer someone who can be patient with me when I need it or will leave me be when I'm overwhelmed. I don't want someone who's talking all the time, I would appreciate constant texting over speaking to me a lot. I don't have many physical preferences, except for not wanting anyone who has severe health issues (mental or physical) because I have issues maintaining myself and wouldn't be capable of managing a whole other person.

What I look like: I have short brown hair. I'm below average height. I'm skinny, but I have muscular legs due to running and walking frequently. I have large blue eyes. I also have glasses (I'm actually getting new ones soon!).

Extra: I run above average when it comes to temperature, so friends use me to warm up if they're cold. I also have a naturally lower resting heart rate than the average person.

(Hope that's enough info for you <3. Have a good day/night!)

(You seem like such a cool person<3)

I match you wiiiitthhh....

Sir Pentious<3

You guys are so silly together. That quirky couple doing quirky things. Over the top and dramatic I love it. Pentious is extrovert enough for the both of you. Though he is typically happy on his lonesome, he knows you like being around people and will happily lead the way for you both to socialize.

Knows your queues for when you need a break!

You guys have mini catwalks in the morning to pick your outfits. Not joking. Strutting out of the closet, posing, the other scores, you either change or don't. This is why you two are fashionably late all the time.

Will add on to your jokes. When you first met, your humor kind of freaked him out, but, he understands now that it's just you. And he loves you. At some point, you two think the same thing and say a punch line out loud.... No one thinks you two are as funny as you guys think you are. Everyone continues their day while you roll on the floor together.

Inventing things together!!

War Machine Dates<3

There have been plenty of times you walk out of an experiment with your hair blown back, covered in black remnants of an explosion.

Will melt if you make anything for him. Crochet him little things and he will use them forever. Draw him something and it'll be on the wall. Would love it if you made him custom clothes. Make accessories for the egg boys!

Speaking of the eggs, they call you the "Boss's Sweetheart".

I think Pentious would listen to My Chemical Romance and Queen because of you.

He isn't the greatest with his words, so he would do little acts of service everyday to remind you he cares. Pentious would also inquire about your interests. Teach him some German, show him how you crochet.

Crafting Dates!

You're warm? He's cold blooded! Loves to snuggle you, skin to skin if possible. Of course the eggies are there too.

You all become a family, one you probably didn't know you wanted.

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3kiripima3 · 1 year ago

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DOODLE DUMP :D

a few doodles of my friends (& one of the human!ver velvette from my AU that i'm writing) <3 i don't have anything else to post atm bc i'm writing stuff for y'all~ please ignore the style changes, my art does that A LOT <3

#art #shitty art #doodles #doodle dump #i need to learn how to draw better but shhh #séb draws (not well)

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3kiripima3 · 1 year ago

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Writing List (Still Incomplete):

☆Verosika X Fem Reader (Requested)

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3kiripima3 · 1 year ago

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Hi! Just curious if you are still working on finishing up matchups? I had one but it never got answered so I’ve been checking regularly to see, but I also see you’ve been sick and struggling to write so no rush! Just wondering if they’re still being completed :]

yeah I'm still working on them dw~ I will prolly have to go and clear out ones I genuinely can't do, tho <3 my mental health is really fucking me over a lot rn 'n shit~ love and appreciate y'all as usual and soz I haven't been online <3

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3kiripima3 · 1 year ago

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started planning a Vox fic a while back. would y'all want me to write the full thing at some point? also, what should the reader be?

(also ignore the name insert thing it was originally gonna be a self-indulgent fic. virinity is one of my nicknames, don't ask)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader

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3kiripima3 · 1 year ago

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Hey, sweethearts <3 I'm sure you've noticed that matchups are closed. However, if anyone happens to want to do any matchup exchanges instead, that is still open! Exchanges are open, but regular matchups are not! Just message me if you're open for exchanges!

Also, I should be able to finish my remaining requests within a week as I've finally got my meds! <3 'nd I'm getting new glasses, yay!

Love y'all, dears <3

#hazbin matchups #hazbin hotel x reader

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3kiripima3 · 1 year ago

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Hello!!

My first time doing a match-up!

☆ Gender Intity: I am gender fluid pronouns she/he

𖦹 Sexuality or Preferenc : Bisexual

☆ Hobbies or Interests: draw, play video games, read, spend time with friends, research cryptids, legends, etc.

𖦹 A General Overview of Your Personality: INFJ I'm introverted, usually calm and quiet, when someone mentions a topic that I like, I start talking about it non-stop, according to me, I am an empathetic and kind person, i love animals very much! Especially the rabbits, foxes and crow!, i'm usually not good at giving advice but I listen to the person carefully and usually give them hugs, I draw all the time anywhere.

☆ Explicitly State If You Have A Character You Don't Want To Be Paired With!! I'm Fine With That, Just Say!: Don't pair me with Valentino, Lute, Cherry Bom, Rosie (I see her more as a mother figure)

Sorry if my English is not good, it is not my language

Have a nice day/night! :D

Hello! Thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long to finish! After some consideration, I think I'd pair you with…

Lucifer!

I think you'd be great together!

I see Lucifer as someone who really enjoys creative things such as drawing, so he'd definitely enjoy watching you draw. He'd also draw alongside you, but he'd mainly just draw ducks. I also see him as someone who likes to read, so he'd totally share book recommendations with you.

Lucifer is rather introverted as well and would much enjoy spending time with you, one-on-one. He's definitely an extremely good listener, so he'd listen to you talking about the things you like. Additionally, if you ever mention something you're interested in getting, even briefly, he'd find a way to get it.

Lucifer loves animals as well (especially ducks) and would definitely get you a pet if you want. Being able to change into animals is definitely one of the things Lucifer would use to his advantage with you. You get upset? He'll turn into a rabbit and let you play with him. You get mad at him? He'll turn into a fox and let you pet him as an apology.

Thanks for requesting! I hope this is good enough for you :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin matchups #hazbin hotel x reader

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3kiripima3 · 1 year ago

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Omg this is actually so good. I'm not even gonna lie, this is one of the best things I've ever read. It's literally amazing.

Antique Beauty (Be A Doll Oneshot)

Not canon to the AU! Anyway.

CW: Manipulation, mind control, disassociation, loss of sense of self, delusions, lover obsession, mental breakdowns, Vox being Vox, AU typical events

I think that’s all. Let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: Vox finds an antique doll that is strikingly similar to you, so he buys it and gives it to you as a gift. You see this as an oddly touching gesture, and make it a point to keep the doll around or nearby at nearly all hours of the day, to show your appreciation. This new toy has an unforeseen impact, though. As time goes on, Vox continues to use the trigger phrase on you, and you begin to lose touch with reality. You see yourself as a literal doll, just like the one he got you, and you begin to act as such.

In the heart of Pentagram City, amidst the hustle and bustle of the demon-filled streets, Vox found himself wandering through the labyrinthine aisles of an antique shop. His crimson eyes gleamed with interest as he perused the eclectic collection of curiosities, searching for the perfect gift for you, his significant other.

His gaze landed on a striking antique doll, its porcelain features delicately painted and its attire reminiscent of a bygone era. What caught Vox's attention, however, was the uncanny resemblance the doll bore to you. The same delicate features, the same captivating gaze—it was as if the doll had been crafted in your image.

While Vox usually hated anything that was too reminiscent of the past, he was willing to make an exception for you. He preferred change, and didn’t like to linger on the past nor anything made during the time, he’d rather focus on the present or the future. But, this doll was exactly like you, in practically every sense. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get his favorite doll a doll that looked exactly like them.

Without hesitation, Vox purchased the doll, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he imagined your reaction. With the doll cradled in his arms, Vox made his way back to the sleek confines of his penthouse apartment, anticipation bubbling within him like a dormant volcano awaiting eruption.

As he entered the opulent living space, Vox was greeted by the sight of you, engrossed in a book by the flickering light of a nearby candle. There were plenty of lights, windows, and far more reasonable ways to read, but for some reason, this is what you preferred. Vox vaguely rembered you mentioning your love of simpler things like candles, gardening, crafting, and writing poetry. He thought it was somewhat trivial, especially when it wasn’t even necessary. Why would you do something like grow your own flowers when you could just buy some? It made no sense to him. He thought the time could be better spent working or inventing or doing something to do with change. Your preference for this seemed too repetitive and stagnant for him, too quiet and simple. He didn’t like it, but he was willing to indulge you. You were his favorite doll, after all. Your eyes flicked up to glance at him, curiosity evident.

“Darling,” Vox purred, his tinged with excitement as it echoed through the spacious room, “I have a surprise for you.”

Your eyes brightened with even more curiosity as you regarded Vox with a quizzical expression. “A surprise?” You echoed, setting the book aside and rising to your feet to meet Vox’s gaze.

With a flourish, Vox presented the doll to you, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his eyes. “Ta-da! For you, my doll,” he declared, with a grin. He looked rather proud of himself.

Your breath caught in your throat as you beheld the doll, your eyes widening in astonishment. Its porcelain features bore a striking resemblance to your own, a doll that bore an uncanny resemblance to you? Anyone else would have been unsettled, but you weren’t. In fact, you were oddly touched by the gesture.

Its porcelain visage was strikingly similar to yours, from the gentle curve of the cheeks to the arch of the eyebrows. Dressed in a vintage gown of satin and lace, the doll exuded an aura of elegance and charm that seemed to captivate you. From the hair to the eyes to the soft curve of the lips, you were enchanted by it. You reached out a hand to touch its delicate cheek, a sense of wonder washing over you like a tidal wave.

“Oh, Vox,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “it’s… it’s beautiful.”

Vox beamed with pride at your reaction, his chest swelling with a sense of satisfaction. “I’m glad you like it, doll,” he said softly.

You smiled and gave him a hug, then a kiss on the cheek. “I love it! I love you,” you said with a grin. You sat back down on the couch and went back to looking at the doll, still in awe.

As you continued to admire the doll, Vox couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth wash over him. It was a small gesture, perhaps, but one that spoke volumes of his affection for you. Or, rather, what he thought to be affection. It was a twisted sort, really. He thought of you as his very own little doll, just like the one he’d just gifted you, except you were alive. He enjoyed playing with you, pulling your strings, puppeting you around… he loved you, yes, but in the same way a child loves their toys. He’d be careful to never let you break, though. He cared for you too much for that- he didn’t know what he’d do with himself if he lost his favorite little doll. As he watched you admire the antique doll he’d just gifted you, he knew he’d made the right choice. It was the perfect thing to placate you, keep you distracted and happy for the time being.

It started innocently enough, with Vox using his hypnotic abilities on you during mundane tasks. "Be a doll," he would murmur softly, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine. And with each command, your movements became more fluid, more doll-like, as if you were a marionette dancing to Vox's tune. You’d seek solace in the antique doll he’d gifted you, a reminder that he wasn’t all that cruel, but a doll couldn’t fix everything.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you found yourself ensnared in a web of Vox's making, each passing moment pulling them deeper into the labyrinth of his desires.

You’d be reading with Vox in his study, surrounded by shelves full of books. Quietly reading, happy and content. Vox would lean back in his seat, a smirk on his face. “Be a doll and get me that book on the top shelf,” he’d say, smug. Your eyes would glaze over as you rose from your seat, moving with a sort of fluid grace as you wordlessly get the book and give it to Vox. He’d smile and give you a kiss. “You truly are an obedient little doll.”

It didn’t matter where you were.

It could be late at night, both of you in Vox’s bedroom, Vox in bed and you only just walking in. “Be a doll and come here,” he’d say with a predatory smile and low but commanding voice. You’d falter for a moment then obey, crossing the room to stand in front of him. He’d point to the floor and you’d sink to your knees, at his feet, staring up at him helplessly. “Such a good little doll, always eager to please,” he’d say, running his fingers through your hair.

It could easily happen in public, too.

You’d be attending a lavish gala, Vox standing out in his striking tailored suit, you at his side, fidgeting nervously. He’d lean in close and whisper in your ear, “Be a doll and smile for our guests, won’t you?” And your lips would twitch into a forced smile, your expression wooden and devoid of any true emotion as you plaster on a facade of cheerfulness. “That’s it, doll. Show everyone how much of a nice, obedient little thing you are for me,” he’d say, tightening his grip on your arm. “Show them you belong to me.”

The doll couldn’t stop Vox, but it provided a source of comfort. It was a reminder of how nice he could be.

Your fondness for the doll only seemed to grow. You began to carry it with you wherever you went, treating it as if it were a cherished companion. Vox would watch with amusement as you start to dress in clothes similar to those worn by the doll, your wardrobe gradually transforming to match its vintage style.

You’d stand before the mirror in your bedroom, clad in a delicate lace dress that hugged your figure. You’d tilt your head to the side, studying your reflection with an unnerving intensity. Slowly, you!d raise their hand to your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with delicate fingertips.

Vox would enter the room, his eyes alight with anticipation as he would observe your movements. "Ah, my doll, you look positively radiant," he’d murmur, his voice smooth as velvet. "Such a beautiful little thing."

You’d turn to him, a serene smile gracing your lips, pleased with yourself for earning his praise. It was usually few and far between. "Thank you, Vox," you’d reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel... different, somehow. Like I'm not quite myself anymore."

Vox would step closer, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. "That's because you're becoming exactly what you were always meant to be," he’d say, his tone almost reverent. "My perfect little doll."

To Vox's delight, your behavior also began to shift. You moved with a grace and poise reminiscent of the doll, your expressions serene and tranquil. It was as if you had become entranced by the doll's presence, adopting its mannerisms and demeanor as your own. Little did he know, it was because as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, you found yourself slipping further and further into a hazy fog of compliance and confusion. Vox's relentless use of the trigger phrase had begun to take its toll, eroding away at your sense of self with each passing command.

In moments of quiet solitude, you found yourself seeking solace in the antique doll that Vox had gifted you. You would sit for hours, cradling the doll in your arms, its porcelain features a stark reflection of your own. With trembling fingers, you would brush the doll's hair and dress it in delicate finery, whispering words of comfort and affection as if it were a living being. Tonight was one of those nights.

As the world outside grows quiet, you sat alone in the dimly lit room, cradling the antique doll in your arms. You stroked its porcelain face with gentle fingers, your touch reverent and tender.

"I wish I could be like you," you whisper, your voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "So serene, so perfect. No worries, no fears. Just... blissful ignorance."

Vox enters the room, his eyes dark and hungry as he surveys the scene before him. "You already are like her," he says, his voice almost soft. Almost caring. Almost. "You're my little doll, and nothing could ever change that."

You look up at him, your eyes wide and unblinking, like those of a porcelain doll. "I know, Vox," you reply, your voice hollow and empty. "I belong to you. I’m yours.”

The doll provided more comfort than Vox did.

Sometimes you would even find yourself engaging in childlike play, pretending that the doll could feel and respond to your touch. You would make it laugh and smile, pouring all of your pent-up longing and loneliness into the tiny figure in your hands, hoping against hope that somehow, some way, the doll would bring you the comfort and companionship you so desperately craved.

Alone in your room, you’d sit on the edge of your bed, a sense of unease gnawing at your insides. You’d clutch the antique doll tightly to your chest, seeking solace in its familiar presence. But no matter how hard you’d try, you couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that lingers within you.

Vox's voice echoed in your mind, his command to "be a doll" ringing like a relentless refrain. With each passing day, it became harder to distinguish between reality and illusion, between your own thoughts and Vox's whispered commands.

Tears would stream down your cheeks as you’d clutch the doll tighter, your chest constricted with a suffocating sense of dread. "I can't do this anymore," you’d whisper to yourself, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your own heart.

In a moment of desperation, you’d hurl the doll across the room, watching as it crashes against the wall with a hollow thud. But instead of feeling relief, you’d be overcome with a profound sense of loss, as if a part of yourself had been torn away.

The line between reality and fantasy began to blur for you. You would catch glimpses of yourself in the mirror and see not a person staring back at you, but a doll with glassy eyes and porcelain skin. You would hear Vox's voice echoing in your mind, commanding you to "be a doll" and obey without question.

Alone in your room, you’d sit huddled in the corner, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you’d clutch your head in agony. Images flash before your eyes, fragmented memories twisted and distorted by Vox's relentless influence.

"I can't escape," you’d whisper to yourself, your voice a desperate plea for salvation. But no matter how hard you’d try, you couldn’t break free from the chains that bound you to Vox's will.

In a moment of ‘clarity’, you’d reach out for the antique doll, your fingers trembling as you trace its delicate features. "Help me," you’d whisper, your voice barely audible over the roar of your own despair.

But the doll would remain silent, its glass eyes staring back at you emptily. Offering no comfort. You’d be left alone with the realization that you were stuck in this endless nightmare of your own making, with no escape.

With each passing day, you felt yourself slipping further away from who you once were, lost in a sea of Vox's control and manipulation. And as you gazed into the unblinking eyes of the antique doll, you couldn't help but wonder if you were truly any different. Perhaps, in the end, you were nothing more than Vox's plaything, a doll to be toyed with at his whim.

As time passed, your sense of self seemed to fade away completely, replaced by a serene acceptance of your role as Vox's little doll. You no longer spoke or acted like your former self, your personality and individuality erased by the allure of being a perfect little doll.

No longer did you question Vox's orders or assert your own desires. Instead, you moved through your days with the mechanical precision of a well-oiled machine, your actions dictated by Vox's whims and desires. It was as if you were merely a puppet, dancing on strings pulled by Vox's invisible hand.

And as he watched you, now little more than a porcelain doll come to life, Vox knew that he had finally achieved the ultimate conquest—possession of you, in your entirety.

For Vox, it was a dream come true. With your transformation complete, he felt a sense of absolute control and dominance unlike anything he had experienced before. You had become his perfect, obedient doll, ready to fulfill his every desire without question or hesitation.

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3kiripima3 · 1 year ago

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y'all, I wanna write something for the Vees because I've got some free time tomorrow.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #valentino x reader #velvette x reader #the vees x reader

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3kiripima3 · 1 year ago

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How To Be A Killer: A Comprehensive Guide

☆Prologue

Warnings: Violence, Death Mentions, Séb kind of ignoring canon

Fandom: Creepypasta

(I haven't written for this fandom yet, so there may be slight issues, soz)

Death happens a lot here. It's part of the deal when you join. The Operator never warns you. Neither do your colleagues. They just observe your work and figure out whether you're useful to them.

It's not uncommon for new recruits to leave almost as soon as they come. Unfortunately, they never leave alive. All of your colleagues are out for themselves. You'll always feel alone. And the scary part is that the moment you step through the oak doors, there's no way back.

This is the general deal for new Creepypasta. The ones who don't yet have stories. Until you have a story, you aren't safe. Until you have a story, you have to look over your shoulder at all times. Your so-called "friends" may decide to kill you. Honestly, many hope for death before they lose everything.

You could be killed by Jeff. You could wake up to him hovering over you with his knife. It's not your fault. You didn't see it coming.

BEN might decide you to be his next victim. Your phone might glitch out when you try to text for help. The last sound you hear may just so happen to be the crackling of electricity. It's not your fault. You didn't know you were testing his patience.

EJ might not want you around. You might not even wake up. EJ may end up with two new kidneys in his collection. It's not your fault. You didn't know he was hungry.

LJ might be angry or just bored. You won't know. All the others know he did it. Your body is sticky as candy, and as cold as stone. It's not your fault. You didn't hear it coming.

It is not your fault, it never was. Although the way they speak about the deaths, it is always perceived to be the victims' fault. You should have seen it coming, you should have shut your mouth, you should have known, you should have heard him. They are too far gone to question their morals. Their humanity has left, though I'm assured that many had none in the first place. The younger ones sometimes feel guilt, but they would never admit to it. Not when it would lead to them losing the only thing they have left.

If your resolve ever wavers here, the Operator will know. If you are an escape risk, he will send his proxies after you. You will not survive. Any of the friends you made will never be able to think nor speak your name ever again. The Operator will make sure of that.

However, in my personal opinion, the Operator is not cruel. He is kind and merciful, as long as you follow commands and avoid fights with your fellow Creepypasta. If you behave, you may never have to see him more than twice. I've seen him thrice. The first two times were for initiation, the third for a promotion.

If you don't have a strong stomach or are squeamish, you'll be dead before morning. Your main job is murder, and not to mention, the chores are torturous. If you react badly to a specifically gruesome death, you'll die the same way. The moment the proxies lead you through the door, you are to be as void of all emotion as possible. It's safer that way. If losing all emotion is hard for you, don't worry. Over the coming months, emotions and morals will become almost foreign to you.

Welcome to initiation, new recruit. I wish you the best of luck.

< likes, reblogs, or comments are much appreciated >

#creepypasta #creepypasta fanfic #séb writes #horror writing #ig

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