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OC Master List

"Who cares what's inside your psychotic homosexual mind?"

Zander Woodlock

Introduction

Vincent Drache

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Lazy Day

Seth Lowell/Male Reader - Fluff - Words/ 476

Pronouns - He/Him ; Pet name(s) - Kitty, Boyfriend

Mention - I will keep writing this gay kitty

Please note this isn't canon accurate and I don't care

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The sunlight filtered through the curtains and the shrilling scream of the alarm clock woke both of the men in the apartment, one groaned as the other crawled out from under the blankets to turn it off. Seth rolled over patting at his alarm clock, he knew it was a holiday but out of habit he had set the alarm up the night before. His boyfriend, Y/N, groaned as Seth nuzzled into his warm embrace which he did often when the apartment was cold and didn’t want to get up to turn the heat on. 

“Kitty, your ear is in my mouth.” Y/N mumbled, forcing his hands to the frigid air to scrape out the cat fur from his mouth, causing Seth to nuzzle his head into his boyfriend’s hand wanting some scratches. In any other situation Seth was decent at trying to  hide his cat likeness but when he was tucked away from work and pests outside he indulged in his cat behaviors. Y/N groaned as he rolled to lay flat on his back so Seth could crawl up and nuzzle into his neck, that was one of his favorite things because it made Y/N more vulnerable. 

As the morning slowly turned into noon and then early afternoon the two men cuddled under all the blankets they managed to stack on the bed. Going from cuddling chest to check to spooning, to Seth nuzzling into Y/N’s side, and even them both tangled in limbs. It was almost a ritual at this point and whoever got out of bed first had to feed the both of them, but as the hours slowly crawled by they settled on ordering take out since it became abundantly clear that either of them wanted to do anything out of bed. 

“Where are my pants?” Seth mumbled as he finally got out of bed when the doorbell rang signaling the food was delivered, the night before Seth was dead set on him and Y/N sleeping as much skin to skin as they could be hence the removal of pants. 

“By the closet you flung it over there.” Y/N replied back as he scrolled on his tablet while the cat boy gathered their feast for the day, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom, the cold bathroom floor made him shiver rushing him back to the cozy bed he left behind. 

Seth brought in a tray for the food to settle on after last time when he accidentally dumped half his food onto the bed and was made to purchase a new bed set at 3am. They both learned quickly what they needed to do when it came to feasting in bed. Everything was portioned out and the two men was cuddled together. They watched a movie that Zhu Yuan recommended them. 

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Zenless Zone Zero

"A cat will do what it wants, and there is nothing you can do about it"

Seth Lowell

Lazy Day

Von Lycaon

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Seth Lowell

I can't help the absolute brain rot I have for this gay cat man, so yes I will be writing him for who knows how long but long enough

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Until death do us part

Florentin/Male Reader - fluff(?) - Words/ 951

Pronouns - He/Him ; Pet name(s) - None

Mention - I love this man so expect a lot of pieces written about him.

Please note that i'm writing off very limited information of Florentin, if the creator finds this misrepresents the character he will correct me.

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Y/N looked around confused, the space was dark but cold. A thin white sheet covered his body but barely gave him any warmth, his hands felt around the space. Cold metal all around him, the air felt thick and frozen. He gently pushed the door which took some strength to give way, after rolling over and crawling out he stumbled into an empty lab. The room was filled with vials, beakers, books, anatomy diagrams, maps, and more, nothing that felt familiar. 

The tile under his feet echoed softly as he stumbled around, he didn’t remember any of this. Everything before this current moment he couldn’t remember, the desk was piled high with papers attracting his attention. He felt heavy as he started to stumble over, opening the first file resulted in him not reading anything. All the words mushed together growing more frustrated he shoved the pile over sending it across the floor. 

“That wasn’t very appropriate was it?” Y/N turned around staring at a young man, he looked angelic with long black hair, a streak of white hair in the front and seemed sickly with pale skin. Several seconds passed before the man stepped closer, seeming to eye him, Y/N watched him confused. The man looked pleased as he  looked over Y/N taking in his nude figure. 

“Where am I? Who are you? Who am-” The strange man raised his hand to silence him, not a single word was exchanged as the man handed Y/N some clothes. Then pointed to the files and papers sprawled on the floor. 

“Pick this up.” Y/N furrowed his brow as he put the clothes on and stumbled around picking up the files, putting them back on the desk under the scrutiny of the man. Once the papers and files were placed back where they were before he spoke again. Just as he was about to speak Y/N’s hand clamped shut in an act of rigor mortis earring a howl of pain from him, he hissed as he dug his fingers into the muscle loosening the tight muscle. His wrist was pulled towards the man, gloves wrapped tight moving and rotating the limb. 

Y/N attempted to pull his wrist free earning an icy glare from the man stumping any act of defiance. 

“You really don’t remember me? Your husband?” Y/N tilted his head, which he wasn’t expecting this type of reveal. That still didn’t answer most of his questions but he didn’t have any reason to not trust this man, even if he seemed like he’d sell his own child for a gold coin. 

“Husband?” The man released his wrist looking at him with a smile before moving back to the desk pulling out a license with black cursive sprawled on it, he showed it to Y/N diligently. 

“Can’t read it.” Y/N mumbled as he squinted at the paper, his eyes still not focusing on any words, a shard smack to the back of his head seemed to knock his eyes into place enough to focus again. He grumbled as he read the paper, sure enough they were married seemed to have been only a week before. 

What Y/N lacked the knowledge of was within the last week this new husband thought he had seen him flirt with the carriage boy, when Y/N was asking if any packages had arrived for him as a new gift for his husband. What also didn’t help was random letters showing up as a secret admirer, fights had ensued. Y/N wanted to leave the newly wed home for some time to think but his new husband insisted on one more supper together. 

“Florentin, that’s beautiful.” Y/N nodded, if they were truly married then that meant at some point Y/N trusted him fully with his heart and had no reason to think he’d do anything to harm him. How strange it is that people can find so much of themselves to get what they want, especially for love. 

“But how did I end up here?” Florentin had put the license back and busied himself with whatever thing he found in the lab as he seemed to float around. Y/N walked behind him watching waiting, there were parts of him that institually just followed Florentin around and other parts of him said to run. 

“You had a tragic accident on the third night of our marriage.” His voice sounded dismissive and almost irritated by the persistent questions. Y/N rubbed his neck, his fingers brushing against stitching, he used his finger to feel that it went all the way around his neck. 

“So I died?” He tried to pick at the stitchs earning a hard slap to his hand from Florentin, those stitches were the best he’s ever done and he didn’t want his husband to ruin it with his picking. 

“Yes, you died. But as you can tell, not for long.” Florentin jestered to Y/N’s body, he walked towards the doors only opening it once Y/N was close walking out together. 

“But this doesn’t make any sense, if I died how did I come back.” Florentin glanced at him and sighed as they took a walk in the garden under the full moon. 

“You promised me until death do we part but I promised even death you couldn’t escape me, you promised me forever.” Florentin grabbed his face, digging his nails into Y/N’s cheek, yanking him close to his face. 

“You are mine, you can’t escape me. Don’t try, don’t think about it.” Y/N nodded, since he woke up he could feel his heartbeat to life. 

“Of course Angel.” 

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Pygmalion’s Folly

"The path to true power lies in embracing both light and shadow."

-The Necromancer

Florentin Blanchett

Until death do us part

Please note I don't know if this is the official game name for this character but ALL character design/game creation goes to @doubledeadstudio please check out all their games

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Cozy Night

Ves/Gender Neutral Reader - Fluff - Words/ 446

Pronouns - They/Them ; Pet Name(s) - None

Mention - None

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“Darling, have you seen my notes? I believe I have misplaced them somewhere.” Y/N walked down the stairs into the basement waving a candle around trying to find out where they  put the leather bound book. Stacks and stacks of books filled the room, they looked and searched between all the stacks but not finding what they  wanted. Ves stepped down into the basement, a lazy crooked smile on his face. 

“I think it should be in your chambers.” Y/N looked at him and smiled, a sigh of content came from my lips. They  rushed over to him, placing a kiss on his knuckles and rushed up the stairs past him. 

“Thank you darling, what would I do without you?” He chuckled as he followed them up the stairs, he was lying. The notes were in their  office but they  didn’t know that he was planning on ambushing them to sleep, it was well into the early morning. The stars sparkled outside and the moon casted light in Y/N’s chambers, allowing them to put the candle down. 

“Now dear where did I put it?” Ves looked down at them and scooped them up with one arm using the other to strip Y/N down for bed. “Ves what are you doing? I am not going to bed, I need to study those notes for an old idea I had.” 

“It can wait till the morning, you need to sleep. Humans are so fragile and you haven’t slept in two days, when have you laid in this bed last?” His words stunned them, giving him enough time to peel the last of their clothing leaving them in just undergarments. 

“Ves, please let me go.” Y/N whimpered but it was met with a direct look to rest and be good. 

“Are you not tired Y/N?” He moved to their neck, his breath making their heart beat speed up and  their breathing quicken; look away from him. “Be good and get in that bed for me, we need to sleep.” Y/N huffed before crawling under the covers holding it open for him to crawl in. He moved himself to spoon them, his hands tracing their skin concentrating on their thighs and chest. Different shapes or feeling the muscles under the skin. 

“Ves you always get so handsy before bed, you know that you can touch me when the sun is up right? I gave you that right many days ago, please promise me that you will?” They whispered to him as they slowly fell asleep. 

“Of course my love.” He kissed their bare shoulder and neck, each kiss sending shivers down their spine. 

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Scrunkle

Ves/Gender Neutral Reader - Fluff - Words/ 445

Pronouns - They/Them ; Pet Name(s) - None

Mention - None

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Y/N heard a light tap on their desk, Ves was leaning over to look at their notes. They looked up at him and smiled, “Yes darling?” A crooked smile formed on his face as he felt pleased that he got their attention. 

“You need to eat, come I made something.” They sighed before going back to scratching notes on the parchment. Ves let out a low growl and snatched the quill from their hand. “Now.” His voice caused a shiver to come down their spine from the sudden switch of aggression.

“Okay, okay Ves. Don’t need to speak to me in that tone.” Ves narrowed his eyes at them waiting for them to get out of my seat and follow him. They looked at him trying to give him some puppy eyes but he turned his head to avoid them. 

They got up and begrudgingly followed after him, a happy pur came from the man as they tugged on his sleeve. He turned to look at me with an eyebrow raised, a slight confused expression on his face.

“Carry me my scrunkle.” Y/N raised their arms slightly for him to carry them fully. He didn’t understand the pet name but still picked them up to take them to the kitchen. He had prepared a full meal for them. He sat them down at the table, a steaming cup of tea also waiting for them. 

“Thank you scrunkle, this looks great.” They started to eat as Ves ate his raw meat watching them devore the food he made. The tea was even good with the right amount of sugar. Ves leaned over the table wiping away the sauce off their cheek and licked it off his thumb. A fierce red flushed my face as they acknowledged what he did. Silence settled over the both of them as they finished their respective meals, once Y/N was done they attempted to go back to their lab was quickly cut off by Ves. 

“Rest.” His voice was solid and direct that he wasn’t going to deal with them trying to get back to working themselves to death. 

“Fine, we can go read in front of the fireplace.” Y/N turned around taking the stairs upstairs to their sleeping quarters, Ves followed closely to make sure they didn’t grab any notes or trying to snag some paper to write any ideas down. He settled down on the couch with a book as Y/N started a fire making sure it was well alive before settling down next to their creation. It took several seconds to get cozy before opening the book reading the book outloud to Ves. 

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In Artoculo Mortis

“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

Ves -

Scrunkle

Cozy Night

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Orphan Heart - Two

Crux/Male Reader - Mystery/UA sorta - Words/ 1,076

Pronouns - He/Him ; Pet Name(s) - None

Mention - N/A

This isn't fully canon accurate, that is okay! Unless the creator asks me to change or delete this I won't change a thing, this is sorta an AU/theory series

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The next morning started rough, the window in his room was covered with sticky notes each one had different symbols or words that weren’t really words. Whoever was doing this was trying to either warn Y/N or trying to scare them off either way it was working, he got all the sticky notes down spreading them on his floor the symbols didn’t make any sense they didn’t seem to connect in any way. It was a language that was completely foreign to him, maybe if he went and asked Crux for help this could go smoother but Y/N still didn’t trust him. A part of him still blamed him for being here or maybe he would have ended up here anyways after the car hit him but either way he needed someone to blame; he couldn’t blame Black since they both were in sorta the same position. 

Crux also did say that he needed to just accept the fact that he’s here and that led him to believe he wouldn’t try to help him even if he was asked. He could ask Black but then they would still be in the same boat but this time it would be guaranteed that Crux would find out and maybe try to stop him. 

A knock on the door snapped Y/N out of his thoughts and made him jump a little, standing by the doorway was Grete who seemed more stressed than usual. She glanced around the room anxiously, maybe she hated what he was doing to her mom’s old room or maybe she was hating who he was turning into. 

“Breakfast is ready.” She quickly turned around shuffling back to the kitchen with Y/N in tow, he closed his door turning the little lock on it.  He sat down at the table eating the pancakes that Grete had attempted, sometimes when Y/N didn’t feel like being disappointed by the lack of answers he was finding he’d help Grete learn new recipes which she seemed to enjoy. 

“Do you know anything about the scientist at the base of the tree?” Grete swallowed a bite hard and put another piece in her mouth giving her more time to think, Y/N knew that she had told him everything that she knew about him from the last conversation they had on the topic but things could change. This place seemed to always change and stay the same, it was hard to figure out. 

“Not anything I haven’t told you before, he doesn’t speak to anyone much outside of talking to anyone new that shows up.” She seemed to shrug loosely, Y/N didn’t have any reason to not trust her or her intentions. She’s been the only constant in this world since he showed up, she glanced at him almost wanting to ask a question but decided that wouldn’t be the best choice. 

“Is he hostile?” She shook her head quickly, almost as if the question itself was foolish and wasn’t worth the air to ask it on. Well that settled it his next lead would be going to the scientist. 

“Have you looked for any jobs yet?” Grete finished off her plate of food and stood up, Y/N had completely forgotten about getting a job, maybe the scientist needed an assistant. 

“Yeah, I’m going to go to the scientist and see if he needs an assistant.” Eerie silence fell on the both of them, Grete didn’t say much but didn’t actively protest against it. 

“Have you talked to Crux? He’s worried, he hasn’t heard from you recently.” Y/N stood up and deposited the dish next to the sink then left the house after getting his shoes on. He knew exactly where he was going, he didn’t want to break Grete’s heart by telling her he didn’t trust Crux. 

The walk wasn’t quick but it gave him plenty of time to think, to form his questions and a chance to walk off any additional stress he was feeling. A slight breeze was picking up carrying the scent of something rotten, voices could be heard as well. 

“Has he replied to you?” Y/N panicked realizing it was Black’s voice meaning he was most likely talking to Crux. How did they figure out what he was doing or was this a consequence, with Crux being involved that wasn’t very likely but maybe that was giving him too much credit. 

“No, Grete said he was going to see the scientist.” Crux’s voice made Y/N sick, but he kept listening. He was pissed that Grete would have told Crux anything but he also knew she was just worried especially if he was sleep talking. Plus Grete was probably worried that Y/N wasn’t settling well into this new life and maybe Crux could help. 

“Why?” Black sounded more concerned than Crux seemed. 

“To get a job but she thinks it has more to do with him talking in his sleep and the stuff he has on his walls. I know he’s avoiding us.” Crux’s voice was a mix of hurt and concern, which Y/N found rich since he was the reason he was there anyways. 

“What stuff on his wall?” Y/N leaned over trying to find where they were standing; they couldn’t be too far if he could hear them so well, but he had to make sure Black didn’t smell him. 

“She doesn’t know and the door is locked so she can’t check not that she would.” The talking stopped as Black’s truck doors were open, the slam and the start of the engine roaring to life was almost comforting. Y/N scrambled behind the dumpster as the truck rolled by. Once the truck was well in the distance he got out of his hiding spot and started the walk back to the tree. 

Almost an hour passed before he managed to make it to the tree, he decided to go back to the metal box from the day before. This time when he looked into the box it had a leather bound book, he took it out the leather was cracking from being worn down and the pages were loose. All the pages were covered in frantic phrases of “RUN” “HE’S WATCHING” and “IT’S TOO LATE.” Branches snapping behind him made him run for cover tucking himself under the roots of the tree only peaking out enough to watch Crux look around. 

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Hunter

Black/Male Reader - Slice of life/Fluff - Words/ 728

Pronouns - He/Him ; Pet Name(s) - None

Mention - Murder (light murder), Zombie being a zombie

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“I’m not doing this Black.” Y/N glared at Black and then looked at the poor dude that was tied up with rope, he had appeared a few days previous causing havoc on everyone most recently committing armed robbery. He seemed to have a particular target for younger women. 

“Why not?” He looked down at the man who was worming and wriggling around like a pathetic worm dirt was stirring up making Y/N cough, he was sure that Black would do what he wanted with this man either way but making Y/N watch wasn’t fair. 

“So what you want me to do is release this man so you can hunt him down? Why do you need me here to do that, your arms stop working? Oh wait, maybe they fell off? I was having a cozy night with Grete watching a very strange version of the price is right where people had to fist fight to get to guess the price. I just saw two old ladies dook it out but now i’m out here feeding you like my pet zombie.” Black stared at him as if to say “Are you done yet?” Y/N rolled his eyes and took Black’s pocket knife. 

“Wait until i’m-” Y/N raised his hand to flip him off, this is the same song and dance they’ve had for the last few weeks. 

“I know I know, you need to get into position while I interrogate the guy to find out whatever scraps of information he could possibly have. I swear your brain has rotted through.” Black huffed walking away into the factory already done with Y/N, it’s become a ritual, a silent agreement that not even Crux intrudes on. 

It took several attempts to pin the man down and cut the ropes that were gagging his mouth, he looked at Y/N panicked then looked around as if this was the first time he’s ever been here. 

“Where the hell am I? Where’s my daughter?” Y/N let him panic and get it out of their system, usually when they panic they don’t give clear answers or even a worthy hunt for Black making it a lose lose situation. After a few minutes the man seemed to calm down enough to answer Y/N’s questions. 

“I don’t know where your daughter is, do you know what happened to you?” The man, admitting his name is Colin, had a puzzled look on his face. 

“What happened to me? All I can remember is me having an argument with my daughter over her boyfriend,  her screaming at me to turn around seeing her boyfriend carrying something then everything went dark.” Colin didn’t give any answers beyond that, why he was stealing or why he didn’t even try to look for his daughter. The story didn’t add up, there wasn’t a way to cross reference any news or articles in his past universe to compare notes. 

“What are you? A fucking detective?” Y/N rolled his eyes, okay time to cut this dude loose he was causing a headache and he was giving him the creeps. The ropes gave way easily with small sounds of ripping, Y/N stepped back running somewhere to hide. It took several minutes before the man got up and moved around, he was looking for Y/N but it was hard to coordinate the factory yard to even try to find him. 

This part was usually the more grotesque part of the event, not that Black was grotesque but the act of him feeding was grotesque since he still hadn’t mastered a more neat approach to it. It was like he didn’t act human, it was primal and raw which made it so much harder to stomach. An hour passed before Black came to find Y/N who was currently writing in his journal. 

“Ready?” Y/N looked up and grimaced before using a washed rag to wipe his face, careful to not be too rough as he washed away whatever human by product was stuck to his skin. 

“Feeling better?” Black smiled and nodded. 

“Yes, I don’t think I’ll need to eat for a while.” They both laughed as they walked back to Grete’s house, without either of them saying anything they linked hands and for a moment everything felt okay. Everything felt human again. 

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Dr.Frankenstein's monster

Reanimated Heart/Male Reader - Angst/Hurt - Words/ 1,208

Pronouns - He/Him ; Pet Name(s) - None

Mention - Medical experiment, Eye removal, medical torture, disfigurement, brief reader death

Please PLEASE listen to the warnings even if they aren't the most intense scenes still pay attention to them. This is set if reader got stuck in the under market for the experimentation.

Note: The surgeon is an actual character just not called by a surgeon and depends on how I feel I might make a second part

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The sound of a heart monitor beeping woke Y/N, a groggy fog clouded his vision as he tried to wipe it away but couldn't. It was like his entire body was lead, all his limbs were anchored down and an IV was attached to his arms wires and cords were attached to his body. It took him several minutes to notice he could only see out of one side of his face, he blinked a few times before primal panic set in. He had no idea where he was, he was naked, and his eye was missing. What was worse it didn’t hurt. The room was freezing cold, so cold that it almost burned his skin. 

Muffled conversation could be heard outside the room, nurses started to filter in and out carrying papers, others were holding little medical equipment bags. Y/N strained to try to understand what they were saying but it was almost impossible, it was like they were far away; a film was between them. Spots of black started to dance around his vision as a plastic mask was strapped to his face, a surgeon walking into the room wearing an all black uniform was probably an attempt to hide any blood or bodily waste on him. All that he did notice on him was that his hair was black and maybe a white streak on it, hard to make out with all his moving. 

After Y/N was knocked out it was time to start the second round of experiments, they had removed his eye mostly because they had a client that wanted the color but they also wanted to see if an eye transplant was possible. The underground heard about some new outsiders that showed up in the hollow but only one of them would be a worthy experiment, they had stalked him for sometime trying to find the perfect time to strike when Grede or Crux or Black was away. Who knew a simple mysterious letter promising to help him get back home was all they needed. 

The nurses pulled away some of the cords from Y/N’s abdomen, the surgeon barely spoke, only muttering a few sentences. 

“Bring the plague, switch it for the IV.” His idea was that the plague, supposedly, came from Y/N’s world and was a medical “phenomenon” which they took as a good thing. The nurses chirped in agreement and then swapped out the bags attaching a fluorescent green black liquid bag to the line. The liquid slowly dripped down leaking into Y/N’s blood stream spreading through his body, his abdomen was wiped down sterilizing it before the first cut. A simple abdominal cut was made, the skin being peeled back as the surgeon slowly went deeper each slice of Y/N’s body slowly changed him as the plague filtered through his body. 

He was very pleased once the cavity was open, all the organs working together perfectly. It quickly became a frantic scene as black started to bloom over the organs, the beautiful red being taken over by a black spider. The surgeon ignored it as he opened up Y/N’s chest cavity seeing the same black spider web pattern across his lungs and heart, the nurses looked between themselves. This didn’t look normal but they refused to interrupt the surgeon. They knew he had a short term bad for them but worse for Y/N. 

New organs were brought in from different creatures, each one slowly replacing an old organ, a new set of lungs, new intestines, new kidneys, and as he started to replace the heart which was the hardest organ to change, the artificial heart started to sputter. 

“FIX THAT NOW!” The nurses jumped when the surgeon screamed at them, the lungs started to falter from the irregular blood flow and the rest of the body was losing its color a mute black red started to spread. The operating room started to grow panic as they ran around trying to salvage the experiment but it was becoming harder by each passing second the new heart was in place but it wasn’t beating like it should have been, the surgeon quickly sew him back up then attached electric rods to his body thinking it was needed. 

The situation went from panic to all out chaos, the heart monitor flat lined, Y/N was seizing on the table, the plague bags were completely empty and the nurses were scared to touch the body. 

Y/N started to wake up but his entire body was numb, it felt heavy and light at the same time. He felt an animalistic hunger while this sickening need to eat something full of iron, not human meat but human heart. His head lifted only by a bit before it slammed back down. 

The surgeon threw his gloves on the ground, finally breaking into a cold sweat. He was sure that he did the surgery by the book of Dr.Frankenstien to bring back the dead. Which by his conclusion meant that if he were to replace Y/N’s organs there would be a way to bring him to a different dimension sure the logic was extremely flawed but it was a starter experiment being that Y/N was only the second person he did this to. He had successfully brought back others in other ways but he had found this book that seemed to be an easier method that just needed a bit of fixing. 

They needed to dispose of him now, if they threw him in the right place he would just be eaten and forgotten about. The nurses quickly took out the IV, the cords and wires dragging him out of the room. They gave up once they broke out into the cold air, deeming the dumpster outside the backdoor was good enough. 

Y/N’s body hit the ground with a thud as they scurried inside, it took several hours before all the drugs wore off as he slowly staggered to his feet. This time he woke up and could see out of both sides of his face, one eye was normal but the other eye was seeing things that weren’t like gold threads crossed with red threads. He reached out and plucked the threads they moved but burned his fingers, it took several more minutes to move his body looking around staggering towards Grede place. 

Over an hour later he knocked on the door having lost his key, phone, and even pants which took him an embarrassingly long time to pay attention too. Grede opened the door and somehow grew paler than she usually was, she gasped when she looked at him. Her hand jerked him inside, Crux and Black sighed happy to see him before both of their faces turned into a mixture. It was hard to say which expression was the most prominent one; disgust? Anger? Pity? Guilt? 

“What happened to you?” Black spoke first staring at the stitches that ziggaged across then at Y/N’s face then back at his abdomen. 

“Well at least you didn’t have exposed genitals.” Crux’s weak attempt at a joke fell deaf on the group, Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed then looked down. 

“THEY STOLE MY DICK!” 

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Orphan Heart

Crux/Male Reader - Mystery/UA sorta - Words/ 1,042

Pronouns - He/Him ; Pet Name(s) - None

Mention - Talk of dead parents (Or parents that never existed)

This isn't fully canon accurate, that is okay! Unless the creator asks me to change or delete this I won't change a thing, this is sorta an AU/theory series

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Half past 2am, it’s been three weeks since Y/N had ended up in a messed up version of home and he had barely settled down. Determined to find a way home or even find a way to make this place less deadly, both with souring results. Black and Crux were to be avoided or for now kept at a distance, was it hard for Y/N to do that? Maybe. But he knew the only reason he was even here was because of them or at least Crux, it was hard to get any sort of information from anyone it was as if he suddenly appeared in the universe and there was never a trace of him before. 

If what Crux said was right and every universe or timeline or dimension had one of Y/N that means there either should be someone already here that's some form of him or at least an idea of what the hell was happening. The libraries weren’t very helpful, either books were in languages Y/N had never seen or the information was too complex. Talking to anyone about leaving this place got him weird stares or more questions that he didn’t want to answer, why did they want to stay? 

“Should be around here.” Y/N mumbled as he held a crumpled piece of paper, the writing was like chicken scratch and words overlapped but it said to meet at the tree. He figured if he died he died, if he learned anything was that he had no control over this world or his own fate. He didn’t have the heart to tell Grete on the off chance something did happen to him and he never comes back that she’d feel guilty for not stopping him or worse try to get Crux to stop him. 

Navigating the tree was weird, it felt overwhelming like he knew everything and nothing at the same time. He stepped closer making sure to avoid being seen and taking extra caution to not be near the scientist, something about him made Y/N skin crawl. 

Lost in thought on what this random meeting could be around he fell over a metal box, tucked away inside the rusty metal was baby photos of Y/N but they felt wrong. Everything was wrong with them, he touched the plastic material and even that felt wrong. It was him as a baby in the photos but he didn’t recognize the people around him, but in one photo they were kissing his cheek and another celebrating his first birthday they all looked eerie. An aged letter sat at the very bottom of the box, he plucked it up and unfolded it. 

“Dear Y/N, 

Our sweet baby boy, I hope you don’t miss us nearly as much as we miss you. Maybe you won’t even remember us if this goes well, maybe you’ll find a safe family and you’ll be protected. We can only hope, but in case you do remember us then we are sorry. We are sorry we couldn’t protect you, we are sorry that you are probably lost and confused, maybe even hurt but remember to keep that book we gave you. That will protect you.

In case you don’t remember us, why are you here? You shouldn’t be here, you should be at home any home but here. Don’t be fooled by the tree or the people or the ones that watch you”

The letter ended there, the bottom half was torn off and the back was smeared with black ink, Y/N checked the metal box no book or anything else was in there, just this half torn paper that gave him little to work off of and baby photos with people he’s never met. The air suddenly felt thicker, even more than usual for being near the tree and Y/N learned fast enough to get the hell out of the area when he felt that feeling. Sprinting away before whatever it was decided to pull it’s next move, once tucked away behind a dumpster he tucked the half letters and photos away in his pocket before the long walk back to Grete’s house. 

Small beeps and buzzes came from the phone, which Y/N ignored for the last few days Black and Crux seem extra persistent to get a hold of him which only drove him to ignore them harder. Almost dying wasn’t in his cards again after Black seemed to be pretty determined to put himself and Y/N into life ending situations, but Crux was different. Y/N has seen him around but did his best to avoid him, he was looking for his own answer and didn’t want to be wrapped up in what nonsense that he could be dragged into by Crux or Black or any other creature that walked this dimension. 

When he returned home the house was empty but thankfully he had remembered to grab the key Grete gave him when he first moved in. The house felt warm unlike everything in this dimension; it felt like it wouldn’t kill Y/N with one wrong move. The room had slowly been changed over the past few weeks, different things he found, news articles on missing citizens, notes he rummaged for in the scientist’s trash and other miscellaneous things scattered across the surfaces. The letter, photos, and the meeting notes were added to the pile he decided later he’d look through everything he had to piece together a new lead but as if this moment the only thing he could think about was the letter. 

Who was watching him, was this planned way before the accident? Was Crux wrong about saying this was an accident, was this all meant to happen but doesn’t that mean that Y/N didn’t die and was still alive? He shook his head and sat down at his desk to write more notes. There wasn’t a defined answer for any of this but maybe he was a step closer with these photos, he made mental notes to take the photos down to the library and maybe he could find photos of these people if anything he could match handwriting to other things he may find.

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@doubledeadstudio

Sorry for the influx of my confusion in the inbox hope my little fic shows that i'm not that crazy

[foxholewriting]

Reanimated Heart

“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.” ― Mark Twain

Crux -

Orphan Heart Two

Black -

Hunter

Grete -

General -

Dr.Frankenstein's Monster

[foxholewriting]

Long Days

Ren/Male Reader - Fluff/Comfort - Words/ 765

Pronouns - He/Him ; Pet name(s) - Angel/Good Boy

Mention - Anxiety Attacks/Not taking care of yourself

This is how I see Ren, it maybe ooc of character but that's okay

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Your phone beeped a few times before the soulless alarm started blaring, earning a hard smack from your head, it was hard to get up in the morning, especially on days like today. It was cold and the weather forecast said it would be in a constant downpour for the next few days and the warm clothes you had bought got lost in shipment so everything you had that could keep you warm on a normal cold day didn’t stand a chance on days like this.  

As if your day couldn’t get any worse Violet was out on vacation and so was Elanor, taking on extra jobs to help them both. Mostly keeping Violet’s plants alive and taking over Elanor’s tasks at work which made zero room for Ren who was desperately trying to get some of your attention. Two more days then you’d be free, you get a week paid time off which would be used ceremoniously for binging anime and eating take out. Just needs to last a few more days, things were only made worse since you don’t remember the last time you’ve eaten. 

A quick shower and changing into your uniform filled you with dread, but nothing that was unfamiliar at this point. A water bottle covered with anime stickers crossed your path for a quick second before your attention switch over to putting your shoes on, maybe when you got home you’d take the time to care for yourself. 

The day started off as rough as you could have imagined, boxes of books were left by the back exit being well past ruined by the time you had gotten to work, people yelling at you for not having books that had just been released which would have been physically impossible to have by now, and a child spilled juice on one of the books making it the fourth time this week you’ve had to point to the sigh saying no food or drink in the library. The father didn’t want to pay but after a talk with your boss he reluctantly paid, giving you a death glare. 

Lunch break couldn’t happen fast enough as you slumped down on the cool tile floor of the bathroom, before you knew it tears streamed down your face. Started off slowly but soon became uncontrollable, snot mixed with the hot tears as the stress of the last two weeks flowed out. Completely missing the sound of someone coming in and their shoes thumping on the tile, they only got your attention when they touched you. 

“WHAT!” You jumped and blurted out, Ren stood there concerned but also an underlying anger seemed to emanate from him it was hard to pin point where it was directed. You wiped away some of the tears as Ren sat next to you and gently pulled you to his chest, it was a bit messy as his sweater started to get stained with the snotty tear mixture on your face. 

“It’s okay Angel, it’s going to be okay.” His voice was soft and his firm grip on you truly made it feel like everything would be okay, that the world didn’t exist outside the two of you. 

“I’ve just had so much to do- never ending running around I just can’t- why can’t I-” You tried to start a sentence but it was cut off by another thought or another anxiety that was bubbling up inside, Ren was getting more worried knowing that situations like this caused unbearable anxiety attacks that could potentially end you up in the hospital. 

“You’ve been such a good Angel, a good boy that you’ve haven’t been taking care of yourself. Why don’t I take you home and stay with you tonight?” Their voice was so soft and gentle it was hard to deny the request, you reluctantly nodded. The next few minutes were a blur but you ended up at home in bed with Ren lecturing you as he made you drink water, it was hard to focus on what he was saying but you nodded. You didn’t realize you absentmindedly agreed to him living with you for 75% of the time for health reasons, but that was future yous issue. After the lecture was over and you emptied several bottles of water then some take out he finally cuddled with you in the bed so close together it was like you fused into one. 

The rain outside hitting the window was long forgotten as you tucked away into Ren’s body, silent words of praise and comfort came from the lovable pink man. 

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@14dayswithyou

[foxholewriting]

14 Days With You

“I guess I have a lot of emotion stored up. But it's nothing bad. It's love. It's just love rotting up inside of me . . . That's it . . . I have too much love, I think, and nobody to give it to.” ― Ottessa Moshfegh, Homesick for Another World

Ren -

Long Days

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[foxholewriting]

Rules & Masterlist

Hello i'm Fox, I use He/Him pronouns, 20+ years old this blog is ONLY for Male or Gender Neutral Readers. Everyone is welcomed but this is catered towards that audience.

Fandoms I write for -

14 Days with you

Genshin Impact

Black Butler

Boyfriend to death

Obey Me

Reanimated Heart

Pygmalion’s Folly

In Articulo Mortis

Zenless Zone Zero

My own ocs!

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