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I ACTUALLY MADE AN OC BASED OFF YOUR COMPUTER Y/N( killer ) Could we possibly get a little more of them please!!! Remember to drink some water!

summary - guest 1337 x killer reader

misc - GIGGLES ... im so so so glad to hear that id luvvv i you'd be willing to share more abt your oc .... sorry this is a bit short !! didnt have many ideas ...

-While the reader can move all the wires in their system, they generally won't move many of them unless it's for a specific situation / purpose. Typically, they prefer to stay as hands-free as possible since it comes off as too 'human' to them. They'll keep it for the times they're messing with Guest, poking and prodding at him in the dark pathways of the tunnel system or barring the door to your beating heart to keep him around a little while longer.

-Guest's never been able to get a good look at your core. He's been in that room plenty but it's so dark in there he's not able to make out much more than a mess of cords and boxes. You refuse to give him more details because you prefer to see what he comes up with. He sees you as this almost deep-sea-creature-esque monster, what with all the tendrils and the darkness. In all honesty, you've only fed into any existing anxiety he has about deep bodies of water.

-He's fallen asleep down there once or twice before. He doesn't do it often to prevent any repeats with the Elliot situation but you encourage him to, cooing about he'll keel right over if he doesn't treat himself better. He'll just scoff and bite back something about you keeping him from getting any sleep with all your 'testing' and mind games. In all honesty, as long as the lights are on and you haven't fucked with him too much that day, he finds the closed quarters of the rooms to be comforting in a way. There's no room for anything to hide and pop out at him, it's just the remains of whoever came before and you. He'll never say it but he almost finds the fact you've got eyes everywhere comforting- you clearly hate others coming down here so he's sure you'd react if any surprise visitors came by. It's like having an alarm that could kill threats the second they gave any warning, even if walking past those kills is a little gut-wrenching. You can't exactly do more than pull on people with those wires ...

-A part of him does feel for you. He doesn't know how you've gotten into his head like this and maybe he's only feeding you by feeling this way but there's just something tragic about you. He doesn't know your history but based on how complex you are and how you're hidden underground in the middle of nowhere like this, you clearly were something important. You're in relatively good condition with the lack of passerby but age is still wearing you down- parts of the cave are crumbling, your bearings are falling apart if you don't tear them down in your bloodthirst before then, God only knows how far away the nearest deposit of water is. You don't like him pointing it out, it's one of the few times he's witnessed any genuine rage from you. He's learned to stop. He doesn't know much about tech, especially not on this level and you would never let Builderman touch you. So, in the mean time he suffices by just propping things back into place where he can, even if held shoddily.

-You've got some level of feeling. You've described him as 'warm' before and you're well aware of the amount of pressure you use whenever you hold onto him or some unlucky victim. He's blindly brushed up against some of the servers in your core, feeling over the grates and fans and flickering lights while you hum something low and amused- it makes him feel a little weird, some sort of fluttery feeling invades his chest painfully.

-Whenever anyone else gets near the area where the ladder down is, he gets antsy. He's quick to lead them away, practically blocking the entrance with his own body. He insists its for their protection but he knows that's not the full truth, otherwise he would be saying something about it instead of just deflecting their attention. He's never mentioned your existence to anyone, never even made a hint about it, it's strange. He just doesn't want them to know, doesn't want to risk it. He still doesn't know if it's more the risk of them or you being hurt. He doesn't like thinking about it much.

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outta curiosity, how many actually reqs have you gotten?

taps my feet . so um. i think now is a good time to remind everyone i do reqs out of order in the name of ensuring quality / semi-frequency

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I FINALY DREW CHARACTER X READER ART CHEER FOR ME

i got a little too invested in rendering the apple and horns dont mind them 💔💔

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crawls up to you on 3 of my 4s (joldong a soda in one hand) ummmm uhh can I get a uhhh hcs for killers x a survivor reader who is a single parent of a kid. as you’d expect the spectre freakin sucks and dragged the kid there too

summary - 1x4, Jason x single parent reader

misc - ASKS THAT REMINDED ME I HAVE A SWEET DELICIOUS DRINK IN THE FRIDGE ..... thank you so much anon ..... this ones a little silly i can't lie I <3 PARENTAL 1x4 ....

1x4

-Your relationship started off as poorly as it could. You'd been with a smaller group of survivors, watching as they were picked off one by one. You didn't think it would go this bad. You all knew there were threats whenever you went out, you just didn't expect that they'd be so close to your campsite.

-You'd all gone on a small run to pick up supplies, running low on basic necessities. It was just meant to be a quick look around and then head back home, it was never supposed to devolve like this. You'd hid your kid as soon as you heard the screams, finding a place for them to hide from any potential danger while you figured out what was going on. You thanked your past self for finding somewhere they wouldn't be able to see any of this. Bodies were strewn about the ground, in all states of togetherness- disemboweled, beheaded, all clearly dead.

-You'd only managed to find one other survivor before you'd been caught, finding him hiding away in an odd corner of the area, clearly just as lost and confused as you.

"What happened? Did you see who did this?" You'd asked, struggling to keep your voice steady enough with how fast your heart was beating. His hands flew to your shoulders, clasping down tight in desperation for some support.

"I-I don't know, I was with Casper and then this thing just appeared out of nowhere and tackled him and-" He started to ramble, devolving into incoherence the more he spiraled.

"Hey, just calm down. We'll find a way out of here, I promise," you tried, mustering as much calm as you could in an effort to reassure him.

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something before suddenly stopping, growing pale as he looked a little past you. His hyperventilating only got worse, much to your displeasure, after a few seconds of trying to make him look back at you, you relented, looking over your shoulder and finding the source of his fear.

They were tall, unnaturally so. You didn't have to stare long to find the swords clasped in either hand, dripping with fresh blood. You both scrambled to stand up, you immediately trying to think of a way to lose them once you started running, but your thoughts were cut short. The hands on your shoulder squeezed and, through the blood rushing through your ears, you could just barely hear an 'I'm sorry,' before you were shoved forward.

You landed hard on your back, stunned by the sudden motion as you stared up at the sky. Shakily raising your head, you watched as they ran away, slowly growing smaller. The thing behind you laughed, low and sinister before drawing closer. You didn't have any time to get back up, them catching up to you and dragging you up by the collar of your shirt.

"Well well well, the unfortunate martyr," She crooned, leering down at you. Your feet dangled off the ground, unable to find any purchase other than their legs, unmoved by your struggle. His glowing eyes found your own, delighted by the fear he saw in them. He only grinned, slowly raising the edge of one of his blades to your throat, daring you to move and cut yourself on them. He opened his mouth, ready to mock you once more before something hit him.

"Hey! Leave 'm alone!" Your blood ran cold instantly, the rush instantly dizzying you to nausea. You couldn't breathe around the ball in your throat. Of course they would come looking for you, you'd been gone so long. God, you should've just ran when you had the chance. You thrashed harder now, kicking hard at his torso and scratching wherever you could find space. To your absolute dread, she cackled, full-bodied and unadulterated.

"Well, what do we have here? This is your rescue?" He just kept laughing, dropping the blade to his side to turn to your child.

"Leave them out of this!" You yelled, falling on deaf ears.

"Let my (parent) go!" They yelled, only furthering your struggle. You couldn't afford for them to get the ire of the killer holding you hostage. You wouldn't be able to protect them in time.

"This is too rich," he hummed, thoroughly pleased. Finally, she dropped you, letting you hit the ground once more. You'd scrambled up, instantly heading for your child as they ran to meet you in the middle. You stared back up at the killer, finding them grinning back down at both of you.

"I have to admit, you're a brave one," she started, directing her attention to your child, "I'm curious to see what you'll become."

Without another word, she turned on her heel and ran in the direction that the other survivor had gone, leaving you to sit there in confusion. You watched her slowly shrink into the distance, disappearing behind the tree-line. You made no move yet, too dumbfounded to think of what to do next. Finally, your child had looked up at you, still caged in your arms.

"Who was that?"

-The next few months were a blur. You found your way back home with everything you were able to pick off of the others. You felt awful for it but you had a mouth to feed, you couldn't afford to overextend your kindness if that whole interaction had taught you anything. You were able to find a relative normalcy, only haunted by the new silence with your lack of company. Your kid took to sword fighting with sticks in the yard, using the dead trees as dummies to duel with. It wasn't the best life, but it was enough of a routine that you were happy with it. That was until you noticed the same monster that nearly killed you was gifting your child a sword.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" You'd shouted to your visitor, watching as your child's extended hand shot back to their side in surprise.

"Aw, don't be like that, I'm merely checking up on my prodigy," he called back, calm as can be.

"Your- That's my kid, jackass!" You were seething now, temporarily dropping your filter in disbelief.

He only laughed at that, placing the gift in your kid's hands before stepping closer towards you, "I never said they were mine, just that I've taken an interest in their development. It takes guts to stand up to me, I was impressed."

He only stopped once he was a hair's breadth away, smiling down at you like she was a family friend. You glared right back up at him, crossing your arms over your chest with a grimace.

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing but you can leave them out of it. If you have some kind of problem you take it up with me, you understand?" You hissed, poking her in the sternum for emphasis. You were playing a dangerous game prodding her, but you'd much rather take the blunt of their malice over your kid.

She scoffed, turning to throw her arm over your shoulder and pull you into her side, "Are you deaf? Like I've been saying, I'm just invested in seeing their talent be used to the fullest. I'd hate to see such courage go to waste, is all."

"Here," she crooned, tugging you ever closer and leaning down to your level as best she could, "If you're really so concerned, I'll only ever come to visit while you're around. You can supervise me if you truly think it necessary."

You narrowed your eyes, glancing over to your child. They were busy looking at the sword they'd been gifted, brushing their fingers over the dull blade wrapped in burlap to protect their hands. You could practically hear her grin grow with your growing defeat.

"Fine. Only when I'm around," you relented.

"It's a deal," he chimed.

-It became routine from then on. 1x4 would come to visit, offering all kinds of gifts to your child: post-cards from far away lands and coins long out of production. In recent times, he'd begun to offer you gifts more often, bearing glimmering jewels and a surplus of food for the two of you. He'd present them to you as soon as he found your side, watching as 'his prodigy' trained. Rarely would he participate, only when you relented to your child's pleading for him to play with them under your careful eye. Usually, he'd just sit next to you in a comfortable silence, occasionally offering some kind of feedback to your child, both praise and critique. Truthfully, it seemed like they really were getting better with that sword...

-The visits would turn longer and longer, following you two into your home for dinner when your kid asked for him to stay one night. Tentatively, you'd busied yourself in the kitchen, preparing some of the supplies she'd dropped off the other day as you listened to their conversation. Your child was rambling all about the books they'd been reading, filling her in on all the stories they'd heard about drakobloxxers and princesses in castles saved by shining knights. Readily, she listened, offering her own inputs and spins on those tales with pride. Slowly, you grew calmer, finding peace in the moment.

-One day, she'd come all the same as normal. Greeting your child and offering them a piece of seaglass they'd soon put up on the shelf with all her other gifts before she found your side once more. You'd given her a nod of acknowledgement, too focused on your kid's training to pay mind to her finding her gift for you. Just a moment later, he'd presented it to you, more casual than he normally did. He said nothing, just held his palm out for you to look. It was a ring, lined with diamonds and held by a gorgeous, gold band. You'd laughed, more earnestly than he'd heard before.

"What's this supposed to be?" You hummed, warm with amusement.

He smiled back, softer than his usual mischievous grin, "A gift."

You'd snickered at the simplicity of it, readily taking it from his hand. It fit perfectly, unsurprisingly. You found he had a way of knowing things before he was told. Neither of you said anything more about it, turning your attention back to the excited child in the yard pointing out the deep cuts they'd made in the bark.

Jason

-Jason found you before you could even meet the others. You didn't know it then, you couldn't see him in the dark, sneaking through the cover of the woods. You were too scared then, too terrified to pay attention to the sounds around you over your own heart in your ears. You just needed to find safety, somewhere you could hide away with your child until you figured out where you were.

-You ran around in circles, passing the same clearings and scratching yourself on the same brambles of thorns- straining to lift your kid up above them and through the webs of branches reaching out for you both. Jason only watched as you got more and more lost, growing more frantic by the second. It'd taken watching you trip over an overgrown root and flip over to ensure you hit the ground instead of your child that finally made him draw closer.

-It was still too dark for you to really see him, only able to make out that there was a person there. You'd shot upright, scrambling backwards against a tree and pulling your kid tight to your chest, hidden behind your arms.

"Who are you?!"

He didn't answer at all, just stood staring at you from a few feet away. You were going to try asking again, only further irritated by his lack of response before he finally moved. It was purposeful but unhurried, leaving you just a sliver of time to contemplate running before he reached out and grabbed for one of your arms. You'd instantly tried to pull back, fearing he was trying to pry your arms away from your child but he was stronger, overpowering you-

He grabbed your hand, turned away, and started walking.

-He didn't talk on the way there at all either, didn't make any noise at all, really. So, you didn't ask any questions. You were terrified, you really shouldn't just be letting him drag you god knows where like this but ... if he really wanted to hurt either of you, you figured he would've done that already. You could just barely spot the glimmer of something sharp in his free hand.

-Eventually, he reached a cabin. It was a very worn, aged looking cabin but shelter nevertheless. It was only then he dropped the iron grip he had on your hand, barely turning to you and pointing in the direction of the door. You'd stood there for a second, dumbly staring at him. The thought of this all being one big trap, some game to him, popped back up in your mind. Nevertheless, you tentatively padded over to the door, tightening your grip on your child once more. You'd expected him to be on your heel, shoving you over the threshold and into his lair but, looking over your shoulder, you found he hadn't moved an inch. He stared right back at you, waiting for you to step into the house. He stayed there even when the door was shut, only turning to leave a few moments later, leaving you in the shabby house without a word.

-The house itself was in better condition than you'd expected. It hadn't been occupied too recently based on the layers of dust piling up but, compared to the woods you'd just run through, it may as well have been a fully-furnished mansion. It was just you and your child as far as you can tell. There seemed to be some kind of dirt road leading there but you'd made no move to explore, not wanting to risk it quite yet. There were enough supplies left behind there for you to provide for your kid as they slowly regained their energy and started running around the house to explore. By the time you even began to worry about running low, he came back.

-You'd been startled, nearly jumping out of your skin when you heard the knock on the door, but, even though you'd barely seen him in the dark that night, you could immediately identify who it was. He didn't strike any fear into you, even with the mask and ragged clothes. He'd saved you and your child's life, you couldn't muster any ill-will towards him if you tried. You'd welcomed him in with arms warmer than he'd expected, inviting him inside and talking to him. You'd been a little worried by his lack of response until he began signing, slow and shaky but still understandable. It wasn't the clearest to you at first, but, with his repeated visits, you slowly picked it up more and more. As did your child, who would happily run up and try signing back to him, much to his delight. Their energy was refreshing, the familial situation made him feel comfortable, at peace for a time.

-The cycle repeated for a few months, you slowly growing more and more acclimated to your surroundings. You found ways to live off the land, figuring out what was and wasn't safe to forage with the help of your company. Your kid found new trees to climb and learned to set up small traps that you'd learn how to spot and avoid. Life had found some kind of normalcy again.

-One day, you had a new visitor a strange looking man with an equally strange face(?) on his shirt and a hat your kid would later laugh about when describing him. Neither of you spoke to one another, he'd gone stock still and slack jawed staring at you and your kid from afar, obviously confused about why you were there. You didn't bother filling him in, only turning on your heel and heading back home. You're sure he would've tried to chase after you, ask who you were and why you were there if it weren't for the shadow that'd followed you here, standing just a few feet away from you in a clear threat. 'Stay away.'

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YOUR GUEST + KILLER READER IS SOOO GOODDDD kicking my feet and giggling WOWWW … i love evil reader & dog metaphors soooo much obsessed obsessed obsessed. Heart full & crops watered THANK YOU o7

EHEEE . IM SO GLAD .... im such a big fan of their dynamic i really like guest having an evil partner. he's so tired he does deserve someone who can help him out But ...... what if they were really mean and cruel about it. quit your camp join my evil band (q).

i like to imagine that they do get along in more normal ways (if guest pushes enough killer tends to lay off of him just a bit if only to keep him coming around) it's just that they bicker so much and reader is. y'know. a little fucked up. villainous even. and doesn't really like the company he keeps (if only because the last thing they need is reckless idiots coming down here sticking their hands where they dont belong).

there's something more genuine and sweet there, it's just under a looot of layers of weird 'i can fix you' on both parts

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EEE E E EHHEHE E. WEEEE E E OH. M YGSUHH updatemaxxing FORREALS! ohhmy gushh just imagine builderman wanting to cuddle up with computer reader ; stating that its only for 'warmth' with how warm computer s/o can get. being so close... wow.. queermaxxing to the friggin MAX.... i love computer x techjology nerd dynamic i think

-glaggle anon

guy who leans his head on your monitor 'because he wants to see if anything sounds wrong' and then lays there for 40 minutes worst posture ever . why is he WEIRD!!! (aff)

i do really think he does a lot of 'normal thing done for affectionate reasons' just because he's too embarrassed to say/do anything directly. he doesn't wanna be too much or come off too strong sooo sorry would you mind if he held you for a bit? its just kinda cold out and your fans blow off such warm heat that's all . lol .

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ouuuuu!!! so many characters so much fun.. hmmm sorry to ask if it brings you some trouble,, but would you be willing to share some thoughts about Folly? not even like!! headcanons or anything fanfic-ish, id really just love to hear your thoughts about just, folly in general! should you wish of course! :D personally i absolutely LOVE her lore AND character design and just.!! like come ONNNN yes shes bad yes shes evil but its MORE COMPLEX THAN THAT!! THERES SO MANY LAYERS TO IT!! ahem hi folly enjoyer here im over here grinning like a maniac trying to not ramble about the silly blorbo i adore in your ask box LOL!! HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT MOD MAKE SURE YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!! - silly anon

ohhh folly so interesting to me .. i live characters that lash out and project to respond to their grief its sooo ....... guwuh . i love the idea that her hatred (? i dont even think its that, probably more akin to fear) of melanie is just because she reminds her of herself before the tree thing.

i also think its interesting to think abt how she would view melanie after the fact, i think at some point the thought of 'im no better than the tree' would cross her mind and it would eat away at her. she would probably end up being more aggressive and hateful just to cope with it- if she just covers it up by pretending none of that ever happened and she never had that thought then everything will be fine.

i think a lot of what motivates her is fear, its just that fear often gets processed as hatred. theres still a very scared dreamer inside of her somewhere thats just trying to defend itself however it can (helpful or not).

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ckmputery reader x buuldemran,... o hekl yes..... i fw that Heavy Cro. just imagine the reader needs help with their wires / builderman wants to chekc uo on their system... but in reaality they just wanna bd close with eavhother..... eww e w e w e wgayagaygay /nsrs -glaggle anon

YOU GET IT !!!!!! im so obsessed with builderman and his computer you dont understanddd .... somrthing abt code and machinery being so familiar to him that hes able to let his guard down and be vulnerable and happy where he usually wants to keep his stonger front up .......

also i dunno i just think the idea is funny. elliot tries to be ao nice and make dinner for everyone builderman WHY is that computer in your bed snug as a bug .

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do u accept requests for azure… perchance

hms and haws ... ive been sitting on this ask for a bit BUT .......... i think i will tentatively say Yes . ill need to do some Deep Research and Heavy Analysis but i will try !! <:]

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DUDDEEE can we have an electric eel reader doodle who's position is a police officer and take their job quite seriously, always on high guard about the danger ahead and guiding the other survivors who's health is at risk,have a high shocking damage that mostly stun the killer for a long time and does NOT give a fuck about the killers sizes whether its big or not they will throw some hands and maybe even a aggressive bite..also resistant to any electricity since they can also absorb either way and the most caring out of all about the survivors safety more than themselves even becoming far as a meat shield to others,,,,I wanna see eel reader with guest 1337..(doodle)-🍖🍰

yay!

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hello hello waves!! i noticed you did stuff for regretevator and was wondering.. who are some of your favorite characters?? :0c id love to request some stuff for the sillies.. but i wanna make sure youre having fun too ofc!! :D - silly anon

ohhh .... hard question hard question .... i'd say my favorite characters and my favorite characters to write would be different.

for my favs in general, i'm a huge poob fan i have a biiiig heart locket of them and i put it under my pillow for good luck (joke), but i also really enjoy dr retro and scag ...

for writing though ? poob is still fun. lol. lampert is fun because i like characters that show affection in unconventional ways. i like writing folly dialogue ! though im not super confident in how i portray her .... i think melanie would be fun too ! she's so cutesit ohhh ....

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I love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love x evil(not as evil) killer reader

please feed me more with any or all forsaken surviver x killer reader

please I'm on my hands and knees

summary - guest 1337 x killer reader

misc - these are getting really esoteric WHOOPS!!!!!! also um. sorry for the absence ive been Very Busy. guest's s/o is straight EVIL sorry they're AMmaxxing i cant lie

-You had to be the biggest thorn in his side. You were different from the other killers in the sense that, very much unlike the others, you weren't mobile. You were confined to one set spot a little ways away from the campsite, able to freely control the entire space without ever revealing yourself. Truthfully, Guest hadn't ever seen anything he could call a body- at least not one whole, complete body. No, but he could see the parts of you.

-You were some piece of machinery left behind long ago, you reminded him of some of the underground communication tunnels he'd heard of before. There were long, sprawling bundles of wires that traveled throughout the wide system of caverns you called home, spiraling overhead and on either side of him. There were some electrical panels scattered here and there, "strangely" corroded shut (he'd tried to open them up one of the first times he'd come down there, wanting to get a better idea of how big the site was, only for you to give him one nasty shock, enough he never dared touching them again, if only for his heart's sake.) and a few control panels that'd long since fried, leaving doors sealed shut for the time being.

-In addition to those, there were speakers. Speakers and cameras nestled every nook, meaning he was never out of your sight for long. Though, he suspected that didn't matter. You seemed to have some way of just feeling where he was, enough to make his skin crawl.

-He'd stumbled down here once, hiding away from some other threat that'd chased him into the area. It wasn't his favorite place, but your cave-site seemed to attract few visitors. In all the time he'd spent down here looking for anything of value, he'd never seen so much as a mouse. Something you'd scoffed at when he pointed it out.

"What? Do you think I just let pests run around in my body? Oh, you're lucky I even let you wander around in here."

-He'd only meant to find some little off-shoot to hide in just in case he was followed down here, somewhere he could sit and catch his breath for a minute. You, of course, just had to ruin that for him.

-He'd felt it before you even did anything, heard the squealing feedback of the speakers picking up the faintest sound from you- laughter. Then, the lightbulb above him flickered out without so much as a click. Then the one ahead of it, then the ones on either side of that, all in a coordinated line until it was pitch black. It was then he remembered just how cold these caverns could be.

Guest shot up, stumbling up off the floor to look down either side of the hall, being met with nothingness in either direction. He could guess which way would take him back to the ladder out of here, but that was just it- he could guess. He had no idea which way was the way out, could barely remember how many turns he'd made to get here in the first place.

"Oh relax, you aren't afraid of the dark are you?" Your voice came crooning through the static, crackling under the weight of your presence.

"Cut it out and turn the lights back on. I have to get back to the cabin, they'll come looking for me."

"Well, you see I'd love to but um... I just can't seem to get them to! Ah, electricity can be so finicky, you know?" Guest could hear how you smiled, could hear just how much fun you were already having with this game of yours.

"But- I'm feeling generous. I'll help you get out of here, I know the path by heart. I mean, I've got every inch of this place memorized, I'm probably the best director you've got! All you need to do is just follow my instructions and you'll be right on home, Scott free."

"What's the catch?"

"Aw, you think so little of me! Truly, I'm hurt. If you don't want my help, well.. that's fine. I don't mind your company, but..." You took a breath, pushing the sharpness of your tone to his throat, "I don't think I can say the same for your friends, if they come looking for you."

Guest stiffened at that, glaring down the glowing dot of a nearby camera. He could feel you staring right back at him, waiting for his next move idly. You had all the time in the world and, with your threat, he couldn't say the same. It was only a matter of time before someone would follow his footsteps here and invite themselves into your home.

"Fine. Just get me out of here."

You'd hissed a laugh, something low and croaky, "That's the spirit."

-For what it was worth, you didn't mess with him much. You just gave him directions, whether they were accurate or not he wouldn't know until he reached the exit. The path itself seemed normal enough, no tripwire or bear traps waiting for him to pass through, just the same crumbling floors and scratchy walls by his side. The only real distinction he could make is that this was definitely longer than the way he'd taken, even when accounting for adrenaline blurring his sense of time.

-Strangely though, as he got further and further, there was something he noticed. It wasn't tangible, not in the sense he could reach out and blindly identify it, but it was there. It grew more and more intense with every corridor and turn, taking up more and more of the already limited air. It was hot. Not a dry heat like there was a fire nearby, but humid.

-At first he imagined it could just be the atmosphere, if it weren't for the fact he hadn't gone any deeper- certainly not enough to warrant it being this hot in the first place. You knew about it though- You watched him squirm with glee. He didn't have enough energy to ask, to choke it out with the finite oxygen he was wasting by panting, but when he pulled at his collar, desperate for some relief, you'd just laughed. First you stifled it, but once you noticed his lack of questioning, you made no such effort, fully cackling at his misery.

It wasn't much longer before he snapped.

"This isn't a joke anymore. I don't know what kind of game you're playing here, but I don't want any part in it. If you're just gonna waste my time, I'll find my own way-"

"You're here."

He stopped suddenly, startled by your dull insertion. All the fight left him as soon as he'd mustered it up. He could only stare forward, dimly making out the silhouette of a doorway. He tried for words, lamely whispered that there wasn't supposed to be one here, this wasn't the exit, where did you take him-

"Come in."

He stood for a few seconds longer, waiting for something to jump out at him, for this suspense to finally drop. Nothing came, he was left with silence, staring in the darkness. Finally, he stumbled forward, carefully padding through the doorway and into the room. If it was hot before, it was boiling now. He could hear the faint whir of electricity, humming in the walls and all around him. If this cave was your body, this had to be the heart.

"You know, you're probably my favorite, eh ... subject, to come down here," something reached out, distinctly spindly and with sharp copper tendrils that poked into the skin of his cheek, "I'm just so curious about you, you're just so different from the others."

Guest was too busy processing everything to think too hard on what you were saying, stuck on the very few syllables that reached him. The heat was suffocating, moreso than whatever force he could feel looming over him. He tried to arch his neck, attempting to meet its your gaze and found nothing but black.

"You're just waiting for some direction, for someone to guide you, point you like a weapon ready to blow. That's why you come here, isn't it? Why you're the one scavenging? You just can't bear to watch the others risk themselves when you're just so expendable, a loyal hound."

He could feel it now, a warm brush against his face like air. Something breathing.

"You know, you and I aren't so different. I was like you once, perfect for my purpose. But now, now I am something much more grand- more powerful than anything anyone could ever dream of commanding. You could grow, could make so much more of yourself if you just let go. I could lead you there, you'd be right by my side all the way there."

Distantly, something screeched open.

"You don't have to be a stray forever, doomed to die alone."

He breathed sharply, holding it until it burned.

"Just say the word."

"Guest? Are you there?" Someone yelled, echoey and far away. Through the distance, Guest could still tell it was Elliot. His blood ran cold, he ran out of time.

"Go," you let go of him, all the warmth leaving him and replacing itself with a bitter, piercing cold.

Guest whipped around on his heel, stumbling over in his haste and scrambling back the way he came. The lights were still gone, leaving him smashing into walls and corners until his body stung. There was nothing in his mind other than getting Elliot out of here-

As soon as he spotted him, he pushed him back towards the ladder, ignoring his questions and protest in favor of leaving. The cold metal of the ladder soothed his hands, making his chest twist with something distantly, disturbingly familiar. It was only when the lid over the ladder down was slid back into place that he could breath, gulping down air. Elliot was quiet, unsettled by Guest's lack of response.

They hung there for a few moments longer before Guest managed to compose himself, back to some kind of normalcy. At least on the outside, inside he was still somewhere else, toiling over what you'd said. The words played on repeat in his mind, joined by the ghost of your hand.

"Let's go," Guest started, already starting to walk away. Elliot could only stare at his back, wondering what'd gotten into him, what could've caused that look in his eye when he'd first found him. After a few beats, he followed after him in silence.

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if youi could...... telamon x reader artrwork........ maybe add a little tinge of freaky in that... lace that shit with freak sponge me boy!

TELAMON (SHEDLETSKY) x Y/N (FREAKY🔥)

𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮👅…

AAnywaysss I should definitely stop gate keeping some art away from you guys, the amount of art I’ve got that I don’t post is INSANE maybe I should stop gate keeping things 😼

Since I literally FEED from peoples comments on my artwork , which literally is my motivation to keep going (please leave a comment on my art don’t be shy I don’t bite heh😌😼, it makes my day all the better and gives me motivation to keep drawing 😋✨)

SO I HAD THIS OLD DOODLE PLANNED BUT I DIDNT FEEL LIKE POSTING IT MUAAHAHAHA😈🔥

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builderman w/ a computery s/o think abt it ....

they're somewhere in the same realm as scp-079; a sentient system with a wide breadth of control trapped in one place and builderman just finds that fascinating.

its one of the first times anyone would see him light up, coming across you. the moment he realizes you're more than canned threats on a looping screen, he's over the moon. question after question falls out before he can stop them, asking what you are and what you're capable of doing, who made you, how long you've been here- the works.

you can't "feel" it persay but you can still sense the pressure and warmth of his hands on you, delicately shifting you this way and that to get a better look at what you are. he laughs it off when you eventually shock him, overwhelmed by all the attention. its not exactly the most comfortable thing, going from sitting abandoned and alone to being cradled and caressed while someone lists off observations about your make and model.

it starts off as mostly scientific curiosity but it doesnt take long before he starts askinf about YOU, what you've been doing to keep busy, how you're feeling- it all feels a bit strange. he'll ask you something as classicly human and mundane as your day while digging around your wires, tracing back to each port and drive he can reach without risking harm to your system.

speaking of which, he does a lot of examining you. he always asks beforehand, wanting to remain as polite and professional as a man who sets you on his lap criss-crossed on the floor talking to you can be. he just wants to see what modifications they might've made to you, it helps him figure you out- plus, if you should ever break, he'll know exactly how he can fix you up!

when he's not talking up a storm with you, he's asleep. your "home" is a little ways away from the cabin, so it's always a trek out there to get to you, one that he insists on making despite you pointing out the meaninglessness of it. he'll still try and talk to you for a while, see how you're doing and if anything's wrong, but he'll eventually go quiet, growing still until he inevitably drifts off. he's not sure why he makes the trip out when he knows he'll fall asleep, to be honest, he just wants to be around you. it feels safer.

he's fond of you, if you couldn't tell. if people catch him smiling back at the cabin he's usually thinking about you, whether it be an interaction you two had or just the memory of you varies. more than a few times he's carefully hoisted you onto his lap, mindful of your cables, and just kinda held you there. its comfortable, surprisingly. you can feel the warmth emanating through him, one of the few times you notice just how cold your body really is.

at some point, he'll try and convince you to let him move you back to the cabin. you're at a higher risk out here, it's colder and anyone could come by and mistake you for a threat, if anything happened to you ...

he's as careful as can be. he leaves the most vital cables for last, talking you through the whole process of disconnecting you so you know exactly what he's doing. he talks quietly, allowing you some peace despite how nervous he is. his hands are shaky and he knows you can tell but he refuses to drop the facade. when he does finally pull your power cord, he promises that he'll see you again in no time with a smile.

its different to the grin you wake up to, somewhere warmer and more personal, comfortable looking. the smile had been more nervous, but this was nothing short of raw excitement, unfiltered by nerves. maybe not his proudest moment to the others, he was frantically putting you back together to ensure nothing got bent out of shape and damaged you and it was maybe a little embarassing to be seen hugging a screen like it was a long-lost lover but oh welll.

if you shock the others he'll look the other way he supports robot wrongs.

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do you always have five requests.....

yes . there is a gluttonous beast in my inbox.

(no i just keep forgetting to change that WHOOPS !)

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Do you have anything builderman in the lineup... Killer or survivor for forsaken... just anything any builderman, im starving :']c i want to put stickers on his helmet ...

i do not atm !! you are always free to ask for builderman hes one of my favs ... i miss maining him in trud can they add the banhammer to forsaken please please please

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hello your writing is scrumptious and i will be consuming it all immediately, thank you for your cooperation /VERYpos.

WAUH !!!!!! thank you so much ! im so hinored ..... they call me howlingmichelinstar (lie)