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[ohburgee]

Helloo, my stars! It’s been a while, I’ve been gone for four days, hahaha. But this isn’t an announcement about coming back. As much as I don’t want to make any of you feel sad, I’ve decided to quit and stop making Block Tales fanfics. I’ve made up my mind after talking with my best friend, and I know it’s sudden, but this is my choice.

I’m going to focus fully on that dream now, I’m slowly making progress on it, and it makes me smile :D I hope you all understand my decision. I’ll miss you all, I’ll miss the memories I’ve made while writing for this beloved game and fandom. To all of you who supported me, I’ll cherish it in my heart, and to those Anons and anyone who sent requests, your ideas were always beautiful and majestic. Please keep sharing your ideas with other writers.

I’m not going to delete this blog or any of the fics I’ve made. I’ll just let this blog stay. I’m going to abandon it. Maybe someday I’ll come back and use this blog for something new.

Please promise me this, my stars, I don’t care if we’re strangers, you’re like stars to me, lighting up my path, and I’m so grateful for every one of you.

@brain4stew, thank you for your non-stop support and for reblogging my posts; you make my day every time. You're the reason why I'm here in the first place. You’ve truly inspired me, thank you. <3

@lynnie-s3all, you too, also thank you for your beloved cute arts you made for me, I very appreciate it, I won't forget you Lyn <3 (even you're not active here but when you comeback and see this :>)

@sourle, thank you so much for supporting me. I deeply appreciate it.

@amoracreations, you’re one of the sweetest followers I’ve ever had. I hope you write your own fanfics too.

And to those lovely Anons and followers here who made me smile with your messages, support, and love, thank you; you made every moment brighter.

One last promise, everyone, please take care of yourselves. Be kind, be hopeful, stay hydrated, eat well, and rest. Your health is my priority. To all the writers out there, don’t force yourself to write. Take your time, focus on yourself, and remember, it’s not your fault if followers get mad when you don’t post. It’s your choice, your time, and your voice.

That’s all I want to say. Lastly, thank you, everyone, my stars. Maybe one day we’ll cross paths here again.

Thank you.

(Sorry for tagging you :>)

[ohburgee]

toxichero but they're playing Minecraft and player is making fun of him for being bad at it even though player makes the same, if not more, mistakes

Minecraft - Griefer x Player

Player and Griefer were hanging out in Griefer’s crib, a cozy, slightly chaotic treehouse that doubled as his bedroom.

Both of them had their own PCs set up, playing Minecraft side by side. After a Creeper blew up part of their house, thanks to Griefer accidentally letting it in, the Player decided to go mining while Griefer stayed to fix the damage.

After a good run, the Player returned with iron, coal, and a few diamonds.

When they came back, found Griefer placing blocks on the damaged wall.

“Y0U’RE B4CK!” Griefer shouted proudly.

The Player walked past him and headed into the house to drop their loot in the chest. They paused, stared at the patch job, and smirked.

“You fixed it,” the Player said. But instead of complimenting him, the Player burst out laughing.

Griefer blinked. “WH4T’S FUNNY?”

“The blocks don’t even match the house,” the Player wheezed, “It looks ridiculous!”

Griefer folded his arms. “ST1LL, I FIX3D 1T,” he muttered, walking off as the Player kept laughing.

Later, when they went out to collect wood, the Player asked for a new axe, theirs was about to break. Griefer opened the crafting table and made one, then handed it over.

“This isn’t an axe,” the Player said, squinting at the item.

“1T’S 4XE!” Griefer insisted.

The Player showed it to him. “It’s a pickaxe,” they said, and laughed again.

“N0T C0OL 4T 4LL,” Griefer groaned, walking away while chopping trees.

After a break, they decided to mine together in a cave, looking for more diamonds and iron.

Suddenly, the Player decided to dig straight down.

“H3Y, YOU KN0W 1T’S D4NG3ROUS TO M1NE D0WN,” Griefer warned.

“Nah, it’s fine,” the Player replied. “We’ve been mining forever, I just wanna check below.”

The second they mined two blocks, lava was revealed, and the Player fell in.

“BRAD! HELP!!” the Player screamed, flailing in panic.

Griefer stood at the edge and watched for a second… then snorted.

“OH, L1K3 TH3 T1M3 I L3T 4 CR33P3R 1N? AT L34ST I D1DN’T TRY TO SW1M IN L4V4,” he teased.

“BRAD!!” the Player yelled again, health dropping fast.

Grinning, Griefer finally poured a bucket of water over them just in time to save them.

The Player coughed and munched on bread to heal. “Dude! You could’ve killed me!”

“Y0U’V3 B33N L4UGH1NG 4T M3 ALL D4Y,” Griefer huffed. “JUST F1GUR3D I’D RETURN TH3 F4VOR.”

“…Okay, fair,” the Player said, cracking a smile. “I guess I deserved that.”

“GU3SS? N4H, YOU D3F1N1TELY D1D,” Griefer smirked.

As they prepared to head back up, a Creeper suddenly dropped from above, and BOOM.

The screen went white.

They both respawned at their house, and turn their head irl looking at each other then turn back on screen, wide-eyed. There was a moment of silence.

Then they both broke into laughter.

“Okay,” the Player said, wiping a tear, “Maybe we’re both bad at this.”

Griefer grinned. “W3’R3 T3RR1BL3. B3ST DUO.”

an: Minecraft my childhood game and favorite one <3 What a goofy, funny request is this :D Welp thank you for this cute/funny request my star anon <3 Also the part of poured water i know it will made into obsidian just imagine the player got up in time before they trapped under before the obsidian appeared.

[ohburgee]

Chapter Two - Trapped in the dream world

an: SORRY for taking so long for Chapter 2, I was busy with something and didn't go online here on Tumblr for days. But here you are, Chapter 2 :>

Chapter's: 1 tw: Psychological horror, Forced captivity, Emotional manipulation, Chasing

You woke up again with a groan, slowly sitting up from the bed. You looked around, you're alone. Hatred isn't here. Nothing is. But something tells you you're still being watched.

You managed to stand and walk toward the door. When you stepped outside, you saw the black and white surroundings. You're still in the dream world. You wandered further until you reached the dream zone.

As you walked, you saw a plain white space, and a large hand holding four glowing orbs: yellow, blue, purple, and red. You approached and examined them closely. Then, you touched the yellow one, and it consumed you.

You were teleported to a familiar place: Thought, the sketchy world. Walking letters moved around, and you remembered, these were enemies you had fought before.

You descended the stairs slowly. One of the creatures saw you, but instead of attacking, it simply stared. Maybe Hatred did something.

You walked past it and made your way to the upper door. You entered: Personification. A red wasteland. The path here was long, but you started walking. Again, the enemies didn’t attack, they just watched you as you passed.

Eventually, you reached a square, where yellow hands writhed in the air. But suddenly, you fell. Confused, you realized you were now at the end of the maze.

You entered and found Greed, playing with their Tix. They noticed you and immediately wrapped their cartoonishly yellow stickman arms around you.

“It’s YOU again,” they said, pulling you close. “You’re…?” you began. You remembered killing them, because Builderman said to.

“You’re?” they echoed mockingly. “What do you mean?” “You’re dead. You’re supposed to be. How?” They laughed. You heard the Tix rustling.

“You thought you killed me?” they cackled. “It was just a dream.”

You stared at them, confused. “Cat got your tongue?” they asked. You tried to recall something.

“How is that possible? This is a dream?” “Yes, this is the dream world. Everything comes from dreams,” they said. You nodded slowly.

Greed’s gaze shifted. Their head lowered, they had seen something. Someone. Then they turned back to you.

“Go on now. We’re done chit-chatting.” You were suddenly returned to the white plane with the large hand.

You sighed and walked toward the blue orb. You touched it.

Isolation. A cold, blue wasteland filled with broken street lamps.

You started walking. As usual, the enemies only watched. When you reached a rusted gate, you heard whispers.

Then you were suddenly teleported again, to the Duck Pond, a bright and almost surreal place. You stepped onto the path of duck-shaped tiles but paused, an enemy blocked your way. You hesitated, wary of an attack, but it just watched you. You passed, unharmed.

Relieved, you continued and found a door. You remembered needing to solve a puzzle to move forward, but instead, you were teleported to Solitude. They looked at you with quiet recognition.

“Ohhh... it’s you again…” Solitude said, welcoming you. You approached slowly. “You too... you're not dead,” you murmured.

“Ohhh… uhm…” they wobbled like jelly and stepped closer, but stopped.

“I guess… I should just keep myself silent,” they muttered. Their gaze shifted behind you. Then they looked back.

“See you around… Player,” they whispered, before teleporting you back.

Back to the white plane.

You felt a growing unease. Why weren’t they attacking? Were they scared of you? Terrified?

You also noticed, Hatred still wasn’t around. Where was he?

You walked toward the purple orb and touched it. Instead of a purple realm, you were sent to a strange, black place with a violet tree-like wall.

Odd.

You approached the wall. A creature, Fear, waved like a tree before morphing into a monster you recognized. “What are you doing here?” they asked.

“Just wanted to check,” you answered.

They waved their arms again. And then they said something that widened your eyes, “Did it trap you here?” “You know about it?” you asked. Another wave. You took it as a yes.

“Please help me… I know it sounds stupid, but… will you help me get out?”

“I don’t know if I can,” Fear said, voice shaking. “It makes us vulnerable to it.”

“It…” You paused. “I thought… he was a ‘he’?” “No. It made itself look like a ‘he’—it took on someone’s form,” Fear replied. It finally made sense. “I want to help you, but—”

Before Fear could finish, an arm suddenly wrapped around your chest. You grabbed at it, startled. You looked up. Hatred. Wearing Builderman’s face. Hugging you from behind, staring at Fear.

“You know it’s rude to talk behind someone’s back,” he said coolly. Fear lowered its arms. Hatred looked at you. Smiled.

“My dear player needs a rest now, after all that walking.” He, or it, teleported you back to the white plane.

Hatred walked toward the final orb, the red one. His orb. If he’s in Builderman form, you’ll call him he. If not, then just it.

He looked at you, signaling you to touch it. You stepped toward it, but before your fingers met the surface, he grabbed your arm.

“What?” you asked. He stared, then chuckled. “Are you tired?” he asked. You looked down, then back at him. “No.”

“Good,” he replied, moving his face closer. “We’re going to play. If you escape from the Purgatory, I’ll let you go. But if I catch you… you’re mine. Forever.” Your eyes widened.

“It’s a chase. I want something fun for us to do,” he said. Then he grabbed your hand and forced it onto the orb. You were teleported to Inferno. A burning wasteland. You didn’t hesitate. You ran.

Screams echoed around you. Fire cracked. You reached the gate.

Teleported again, to the Glitch, a twisted place covered in pulsing red veins. You sprinted.

A distorted sound grew louder. Red veins snaked toward you.

You ran faster, the warped textures making you dizzy. Around every corner, you turned, searching for the way out. Whispers swirled in your ears.

You skidded to a stop, a wall of veins blocked the path. You struck it with your hands. Nothing. Then you remembered, your sword. You slashed.

More tendrils came at you, but you cut them down. Finally, you broke through and ran again. Left, right, repeat, until you saw the hole.

You jumped. Teleported.

The Heart. But as soon as you landed, red tendrils grabbed your arms, one wrapped around your neck.

Hatred appeared in his monstrous form. It walked toward you, savoring the chase.

“That’s cheating!” you yelled. “I got out of Purgatory!”

It grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up. “I got out! You promised!”

It laughed. “No,” it said flatly. The tendrils let go, only for Hatred to seize your wrist and drag you to the center of the Heart.

“What do you mean no? You swore you would!” you screamed, fury rising.

Hatred smiled, feeding off your rage. It gripped your cheeks with clawed hands, making you look at it.

You stared. No eyes. But that gaze, sinister, inescapable. “No matter what risks you take,” Hatred said, drawing closer, “You won’t ever escape the dream world. You’re trapped here. With me.”

Red, crimson smoke consumed your vision. You felt its head nuzzle yours, a mock gesture of comfort.

Then came the darkness. You lost consciousness as its arms wrapped around you.

[ohburgee]

Hello my stars, I'm going to reopen my requests, and before you're going to request please read the info and rules in my pinned post.

No new fic for awhile since i just came home from a small vacation. But don't lost your hopes. Chapter 2 and one request coming soon :>

[ohburgee]

Chapter One - Weakened

summary: After defeating Greed, Solitude, and Fear, an overwhelming emptiness sets in. Builderman, no, Hatred, the embodiment of Hatred, unknowingly freed by you from his seal. Instead of fighting or killing you, he trapped you in the dream world, holding you back with invisible chains. Eventually, hopelessness consumes you, but Hatred treats you gently. an: Sorry for the stupid changes, I moved the story here instead since this platform is more likely to be active than AO3. Also, I want the people here who only have Tumblr and don't have AO3 to read this. So this story will be posted here from now on. I don't want my stars to be left behind :) This is the AU story of Hatred.

Chapter's: 2 tw: Psychological Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation

Player...

You hear whispering, low voices, calling out to you.

Player...

It’s getting louder.

Player!!

Louder...

PLAYER!!!

You gasp awake, sitting up abruptly in bed. A dizzy hits you like a wave, and you groan, clutching your head. Your body feels heavy... Drained.

Looking around, you realize you're in the same small house. The air is still, unnaturally quiet.

You glance down at your hands, trembling and weak. You can barely feel your strength.

Your mind strains to remember, and then it hits you. You were defeated. By Hatred. "Hatred...?" you whisper, alarmed.

You push yourself to stand, but your legs give out. You collapse back onto the bed, your whole body throbbing with weakness.

Then, footsteps. Slow. Purposeful. And there he is. Builderman...? No. Hatred. He stands in the doorway, still wearing a Builderman’s form, but something is wrong.

Two sharp, pointed red horns protrude from his head, and a long tail flicks behind him.

“You should stay lying down,” he says, approaching you with a strangely calm tone. “You’re weak.” He helps guide you back to the bed, his touch cold yet gentle in a twisted way.

“Where... am I?” you ask, eyes scanning the room. “You’re still in the dream world,” Hatred replies.

Your breath hitches. The memories flood back, fighting Hatred, pushing yourself to the limit.

His power. The pain. The defeat. You should be dead. “I... I’m supposed to be dead,” you murmur. He chuckles at your words. Then, to your horror, he reaches out, his fingers softly brushing your cheek.

“You’re interesting, Player,” he says. “I haven’t found anyone... or anything... more delightful.” He steps back, watching your every move.

You push yourself upright again, muscles screaming in protest. Hatred makes no move to stop you; he just watches as you struggle to stand. You manage it, barely, though pain spikes through every limb.

What happened to you?

Before you can take a step, a bright flash of light blinds you. The world shifts, and suddenly, you’re somewhere else entirely.

The walls pulse with red and white. Veins writhe along the ground like roots. Purgatory. You’re back here. You rise slowly, ears ringing with whispers.

“Give in...”

You shake your head. Hands cover your ears, but the voices only grow louder.

“You are not helping anyone.”

“You are not helping yourself.”

You stumble forward, the terrain squelching beneath your feet.

“All you do is hurt others.”

“All you do is hurt yourself.”

You grit your teeth, fists clenched tight.

“Stop it... stop it...” you whisper, again and again.

You round a corner and slam into a swirling, fleshy vortex.

“He can make you beautiful.”

“He will make you perfect.”

You shove it away, screaming.

“One. Of. Us!!”

You run, through endless hallways, spirals of madness, grotesque shapes that leer from the walls. You run until you collapse. Pain. Torment. Weak.

You try to stand until you hear them. Footsteps. Soft, deliberate. You look up. Builderman. Your lips move, trying to call for help, but no sound escapes.

You’re voiceless. Powerless. Desperate.

He only smiles. Those red horns. That tail. Hatred. He steps closer, extending a hand to you. “Just give in, Player,” he says, voice slick and cold.

“No one can save you. No one can help you.” You clench your fists. Rage wells up.

“That’s more like it,” Hatred grins. “That anger... that madness... that hatred inside you.” He spreads his arms open like he’s welcoming you.

“You’re not escaping me.” His eyes gleam.

“You’re making yourself stay with me.”

You look away. Pain throbs in your chest, your mind fraying. “Weakened by your heroism and bravery,” Hatred murmurs.

He kneels before you, claws brushing your cheeks, cupping your face. His hands, red, veined, corrupted, crawl with red infection. “Give in... Give in to me.”

You let out a soft, broken whimper. You can’t take the pain. You want it to stop. Your trembling hands reach toward his. Slowly, reluctantly. He steps closer, gripping your arm.

His form twists, no longer human. A monstrous face grins at you. The wide mouth opened like it would swallow you. You close your eyes.

And surrender.

. . .

You wake with a jolt. You gasp for air, panic surging. But... arms wrap around you. Hatred, still in Builderman’s form, is holding you close on a sofa chair. You freeze, confused.

“You escaped,” he says softly. You blink. “What...?” “You gave yourself in,” he continues, gently brushing sweat from your forehead.

His touch lingers, tender in a way that makes your stomach twist. “I’m not going to force your thoughts,” he whispers. “You’re still weak. You need to rest.”

He places his palm on your forehead. Warm. Heavy. “You don’t have to think anymore. You gave me everything.” You slowly close your eyes as he still caressing his hands to your head. His smile widens.

“Now... you’re finally mine.”

n: Trapped with this Hatred is the prologue of this. Also all of you keep asking for dark hatred, so here you go, my stars, your dark hatred story :> Also, this is dark but not too dark.

[ohburgee]

Hi again, Ty for doing my request, so i though of an idea in celebration of Demo 4 as well Brad/Griefer's return!

So can i ask for a Butterfly/Moth! Reader x Griefer (after the vemonshank incident and he goes back to normal).

where the reader is an adventurer flying around the sky to travel around the world for a while now after they were experimented before as a caterpillar and now became big after evolving into the insect, like a hybrid or something like that.

but after getting attacked by a few enemies in arriving into Tutorpulis (i freaking dont know if i spelled it right) After they thought Brad was a plant or flower and eats him by accident. Mayor Thaniyel takes them in and treats them all the while Brad and the reader hang out like Griefer teaches them to play games and what plants to eat and not eat, and how to beat up enemies more for self defense.

And in the end, the reader carries brad to a giant tree to see the sunset before they depart

Ty!

Moth and Plant

Griefer x Moth!Reader

c: fluff, hurt/comfort an: What a beautiful request I have here <3 I'm sorry if I didn't follow your request, maybe I'm really into the lore of the game, but I hope I got your request in my writing. Also, I chose the reader to be a moth since I loved moths so much. Thank you, Raine, for your another beautiful request :>

You arrived at Turitopulis to take a break after a tiring adventure.

Now, back in Turitopulis, you fly over the rainforest and land near the small village. As you walk around, something catches your eye, a fresh, green plant growing behind a tree.

You remember your last visit to Turitopulis, you cooked a special dish for Griefer to help him return to his human form.

You didn’t stay long. Instead, you left the food and a note with Mayor Thaniyel before departing.

You're hungry, and though you know you should find Mayor Thaniyel first, your stomach gets the better of you. You walk toward the plant.

It looks fresh and vibrant. You try to pick it, but it won’t budge. Desperate, you lean in and try to bite it.

Suddenly, you hear a groan. The plant moves, and your eyes widen in confusion.

Did I just try to eat a moving plant!?

As you take a step back, the plant shifts and turns, revealing a familiar face.

It’s Griefer!

You both freeze in shock before letting out a simultaneous scream.

"Griefer! Is that you?!" you ask, still wide-eyed.

He stops and laughs, "WH4T DO Y0U TH1NK WH0 IS?" he says with a grin as he steps out from the surrounding foliage.

He still looks like himself, but his torso seems fused with plant life, half of him still bearing that old bubonic plant form.

"You’re back to normal… I’m so happy you’re fine and well," you say, rushing forward to hug him. He hesitates for a moment, then wraps his arms around you in return.

The moment is interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Oh dear, you’re here," says Mayor Thaniyel, smiling as he approaches.

"I’m very thankful for your heroism, my dear boy. Brad is saved from that curse. Without you, I don’t know what would’ve happened," he says warmly. Griefer lets out a tsk.

"How was your adventure, dear?" Mayor Thaniyel asks.

"It went well… but it was tiring," you reply, and he chuckles.

"Why don’t you stay here and rest a while?" he suggests, and you nod in agreement.

He leads you and Brad to a bench table while he goes to prepare food. Nearby, children laugh and play at another table.

"Y0U W4NT TO PL4Y?" Brad asks. You glance at him, then look down.

"W4IT, YOU N3V3R PL4Y B3F0RE?" he asks again. You nod, your wings drooping slightly with your expression.

"H3RE," he says, pulling a board game out from behind. "1T’S 4 B0ARD G4M3, 1T’S C4LLED C0NN3CT 4." He proceeds to explain the rules. After a few minutes, you both start playing.

To his surprise, you win on your first try.

"CHE4TER!" he exclaims, and you laugh at his reaction.

You both continue for a while until Mayor Thaniyel returns with a few plates of food. He places them on the table.

"Sorry for the wait. Here," he says, moving the plate with plants closer to you. "Since you’re in Turitopulis, there are plenty of plants to eat, and some to avoid."

You nod as you look at the food. Brad watches while Mayor Thaniyel starts explaining the different types of edible plants.

Brad joins in too, examining each plant and describing its traits. You listen closely, concentrating on every word. Brad notices and smiles, his face turning red.

Later, Brad teaches you how to fight the new enemies of Turitopulis. You nod at each one he mentions, determined to learn.

Mayor Thaniyel curiously asks about your moth-like appearance, and you explain your wings, their colors and textures, and your antennae.

Brad listens quietly, admiring your hybrid form and your beautiful wings.

After about an hour, Mayor Thaniyel excuses himself for another meeting, leaving you and Brad alone again.

"Hey, do you want to fly around?" you ask him. He looks confused.

"H0W 1’M GI0NG TO FLY?" he asks.

You smile.

...

You soar through the rainforest, carrying Brad in your arms. He looks terrified but also amazed by the view.

Eventually, you both land at the Sacred Hollow, near Brad’s home. You gently set him down on a branch and sit beside him, watching the sunset.

"UHM… TH4NK YOU F0R S4VING MY L1FE OUTH3RE, PUNK," Brad says, still gazing at the sky.

You couldn’t let him lose Brad forever. No parent deserved that.

You smile and softly flutter your wings. "I couldn’t bear to let you die from that curse," you reply.

You remembered how, after defeating him, Mayor Thaniyel still loved his son with all his heart.

"MY F4THER W4S S0 H4PPY WH3N I CAME B4CK," he says. You look at him, then gently take his hand to comfort him.

"I made the right choice saving you, and I’m proud I did," you add. He looks at you, and you immediately pull him into a hug. He hugs you back.

"Mayor Thaniyel, your father, really loves you, Brad. I saw it, even when you were in that state.

He never gave up on you. He didn’t want his beloved boy to suffer," you say as you caress his hand. You notice his eyes welling with tears.

"TH4NKS, PUNK," he says.

You smile, then kiss his cheek. His eyes go wide and his face turns a deep red.

You chuckle at his reaction and turn back to watch the sunset, Brad, still surprised and speechless, sitting beside you.

n: HATRED AU Story, coming soon :]

[ohburgee]

are your requests actually closed or have they been open /genq

My requests are closed for a while, I'm sorry if you have anything to request. When it's closed, my send inbox will still open for questions only :)

[ohburgee]

ok ummmm ummmmmmmm if you get done whit demo 4 I would luv to see this fic happening

the great flocci and player!reader, but the flocci is like a father figure to the player (fluff!!) like aaaaa he’s my fav in this chapter and it’s so little stuff bout him here💔💔💗💗💗💗

Protector

The Great Flocci and Player!Reader - PLATONIC

tw: Violence, guns, injury (bullet wound) 'with fluff' an: OOOOH FLOCCI REQUEST!! I just finished Demo 4, and I got to see Flocci one last time after I wished for Shovel hahaha, well here's your greatly Flocci request my star anon :>

You and Calypso went searching for hieroglyphs to uncover clues about the temple.

The two of you made your way through puzzles, obstacles, and even fought off enemies inside the temple. But when Calypso was called away by the Captain, she left you alone in a chamber to study and solve a puzzle.

As you worked, you heard voices approaching. It was the same group who had picked a fight with you earlier.

“Oh look, it’s them again. Tsk,” one of them sneered.

“They're probably going to solve the puzzle just to act all superior in front of the Captain,” another one muttered, and the group chuckled.

“How about we get them again? Another match sounds like the perfect comeback,” the smirking one said, raising their shotgun at you. You managed to dodge just in time.

One of them swung a curved dagger at you. You barely dodged again. But then, bang! A shot rang out. The bullet hit your shoulder, and you dropped to your knees, clutching the wound.

Before you could reach for your sword, another attacker aimed their gun at you. You braced yourself for the pain, but then, whoosh! A swirl of cloudy smoke filled the room.

The Great Flocci appeared.

With a snap of his fingers, the pirates vanished. Moments later, they were transformed into silly, cartoonish hieroglyphs on the wall.

You tried to get up but collapsed again, hissing in pain. Flocci stood over you with his arms crossed.

“Oh dear Summoner, you are truly BRAVE… and RECKLESSLY so,” he said, offering his hand to help you up. With another snap, he conjured a chair and gently lowered you into it.

“CONFIDENCE like that can lead you straight into DANGER, you know,” he said, inspecting your wounded arm. Carefully, he extracted the bullet. You winced and hissed, but he held steady.

With the bullet gone, he let it vanish in his hand, then used his magic to heal your wound. You stared at him, confused.

“What!?” he asked, his expression one of mock offense, as if you'd just stolen his bottle ship. Well, technically… you did.

“Aren’t genies only supposed to use their powers when making wishes?” you asked.

He shrugged and gave a dismissive tsk.

“Summoner, I can use my powers whenever I WANT. Not everything has to be a wish,” he said. He stepped closer and wrapped your arm in a white cloth. “Be more careful next time. I’m not always going to be around to save you,” he warned, before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

Later, Calypso returned. You told her what had happened. You simply said the group annoyed the Genie, so that’s what happened to them.

Flocci turned them back to normal a minute later.

...

You and Calypso eventually got separated while trying to find another way out. You encountered more obstacles, but you didn’t hesitate. You leapt forward, focused, until your foot slipped on the next stone platform.

You managed to grab the ledge with one hand, scrambling to find a foothold, but there was nothing. You were slipping.

You lost your grip.

But before you could fall, a pair of large hands caught you and lifted you up.

You already knew who it was.

It was Flocci.

“You really are a CLEVER one, Summoner,” he said, holding you by both shoulders.

He let out an exaggerated sigh and made a dramatic face. “Do I really have to be a FATHER figure to you, Summoner?” he asked, sounding both annoyed and amused. He flew you gently back to the beginning of the puzzle and set you down.

He patted your head and crossed his arms and stared at you like a dad scolding a runaway child.

“Promise me, Summoner. Be careful!” he scolded.

“I will. I’m sorry,” you said, and he patted your head again. You smiled.

With a snap of his fingers, a bundle of fruit appeared in your arms.

“Here. Some fruit to help you on your adventure,” he said. Before you could respond, he vanished once again.

You looked down and picked up a kiwi. It had a little carved pouty face on it.

You chuckled.

[ohburgee]

Demo 4 completed, this is the first time beat it without my best friend's advice help also got hyped up while fighting The Ancient cuz of the background music (was hella cool).

I didn't expect to beat it by myself (without my lady Calypso). Speaking of her, bro I feel bad when she bid goodbye to Capt, and we just walk pass and grabbed the firebrand without comforting her (it really did notice to me that we're slowly becoming no emotions, due we beat our emotions back in Demo 3).

I'll just imagine I comforted Calypso and apologize at what happened :'(

Okay, new story later!

[ohburgee]

Just want to specified something (I know this is rude and might make someone feel bad, I'm sorry), those who requested HCS. I'm sorry if I can't do your request since I don't really do headcanons, I'm really stick to writing stories and scenarios and I'm really bad on doing HCS. I hope you all and those who requested that understand my thing :')

Also new story tomorrow :>

[ohburgee]

Welp I'm going to write then and besides everything is all set up, and already plan everything, but... I'm going to finish some requests, after finishing few of it, I'm going to work on that story :>

The fanfic I wrote, Trapped with this Hatred, keeps haunting me. I keep thinking about making a part 2... So I had an idea, instead of making a second one, what if I turned it into an AU with a full story and post it on my AO3.

What do you, my stars, think of that? Should I write an AU of it?

[ohburgee]

The fanfic I wrote, Trapped with this Hatred, keeps haunting me. I keep thinking about making a part 2... So I had an idea, instead of making a second one, what if I turned it into an AU with a full story and post it here

What do you, my stars, think of that? Should I write an AU of it?

[ohburgee]

Hello! I made u this!

AWWW 🥺

This is soooo cute, love how you knew I like black cats (due to my pfp haha), the jar with stars, kinda reminds me of my jar with a bunch of star paper that I love to make when I was young with my grandma.

Thank you, Serena, for your cute art. I appreciate it so much, and it comforts me since I've been stressed lately. But this made my day 🖤

[ohburgee]

Extra Wish - The Great Flocci & Player!Reader

After making it through the fights and puzzles, you and Captain Trotter’s crew decided to take a break.

As you cleaned the ice dagger, you yawned, feeling tired and wanting to sleep, but you couldn’t let yourself rest yet. You still had another puzzle to figure out.

While everyone else was fast asleep, you remained awake, writing notes about your journey to help guide you later. You yawned again, your eyes growing heavy.

Suddenly, the fireplace began to dim. Then, without warning, the flames flared up and smoke started to fill. You waved your hand to clear the smoke from your face.

Your eyes widened when you saw a familiar figure appear from the smoke, the genie, The Great Flocci, the one you'd met back at the Ancient Tomb.

“It’s you again,” you muttered, continuing to scribble your notes.

The genie laughed and wore a smug expression.

“Looks like you're TIRED, summoner,” Flocci said, swirling lazily around on his cloud.

“Leave me alone,” you grumbled.

He laughed again. “Now YOU'RE the one getting annoyed,” he teased, tapping your nose with his finger.

You covered your nose with a sigh.

“How about this,” Flocci said with a sly smile. “I’ll give you an EXTRA wish.”

You sighed again. If you didn’t accept it, you knew he’d just keep annoying you, probably as payback for how many times you wished the bottle ship for you to take it.

“Fine,” you said, looking up at him.

“I want to make myself not sleepy,” you said firmly.

Flocci gave you a confused, almost offended look, clearly displeased with your choice.

“Will you?” you asked.

“I DON'T like that wish,” he said bluntly. “So instead, I’m going to make you more sleepy.”

Before you could argue, he snapped his fingers. A wave of exhaustion hit you, your body swayed as your vision blurred. But before you collapsed, Flocci caught you in his large hand.

He gently laid you on a fluffy white cloud and began to sing a lullaby as you drifted off to sleep.

an: since I'm not done yet writing one reqs (I was busy enjoying playing Deltarune), so here's some Great Flocci fanfic, I know there's no one yet writing for him, so I'm going to be the first one :> FORGOT TO MENTION THIS IS PLATONIC!!

[ohburgee]

the great floccinaulinhilifsrthhtion

Oooh The Great Flocci ✨

This is exactly my expression after that fight hahahaha (I was nervous because I might die and he was already on low HP)

[ohburgee]

Could u do hatred x reader. Where reader move from hatred after the fight and the toxic relationship

Miss me, player

Hatred x Gn!Reader

tw: Toxic relationship, Emotional manipulation an: I kinda want to make it more toxic but let's stay on small toxic for a while, sorry if it's simple by looks of it. Just tired from sweating beating Hatred. Well here's your Hatred fic and thank you for your another request Serene <3

After the fight you had with Hatred, it was more terrifying than the one you both had when trying to take the Ghostwalker.

He almost killed you, his hands trembling with rage, but then he stopped. He looked at you like he didn’t mean to, like something broke in him.

You yelled, your voice hoarse from both fear and fury, “It’s over. Don’t follow me.”

Then you turned and walked away.

You could feel his eyes burning into your back, he didn’t move, didn’t say anything, just stood there, staring. Like he wouldn’t let go.

But you didn’t look back.

You shrugged the feeling off and left him there, alone in the room.

You took the train back to Bizville. When you arrived, you went straight to your apartment where Terry was sitting, waiting.

He looked up, confused as you came in and silently collapsed onto the bed. He didn’t ask any questions. He just muttered something you didn’t catch.

That was the end of you and Hatred.

And the beginning of you moving on.

...

Months later...

You sat on a bench, waiting for the train to arrive.

You were headed for a short vacation in Spooksville, with Red and Blue Noob. 

Noobador had gladly accepted your invitation to let the kids join you.

You sighed, nodding to the conductor before stepping aboard and finding a seat. As the train pulled away from the station, you let your thoughts drift.

After an hour, the train arrived. You stepped off, thanking the conductor as you exited.

You scanned the crowd for Red and Blue, until you heard your name being called.

You turned just in time to see the two of them running toward you. They leapt into a hug.

You chuckled as they laughed and shouted,

“You’re here!!” Red cheered, wrapping his arms around your waist. Blue tugged at your jacket excitedly.

“I’m here!” you smiled, holding their hands as the three of you wandered through the old cemetery together, an odd place for a vacation, but fitting somehow.

You chatted and joked with them, sharing silly facts about the graves and old legends. Eventually, you made your way up the path toward Telamon’s manor.

But then… your eyes locked on someone ahead. 

Your blood ran cold.

Hatred.

Wearing his Builderman disguise.

He walked slowly toward you. Red and Blue were still laughing, looking around curiously. 

Instinctively, you shifted in front of them, protective. That caught their attention, and they looked up at you, puzzled.

Hatred now stood just in front of you, smiling.

You were breathing hard, trying to stay calm, gripping Red and Blue close.

“Miss me, Player?” he asked softly. “It’s been months. How have you been?”

You said nothing, your emotions were a storm.

“What brings you here again? A vacation?” he asked, his eyes flicking down to the kids.

“Oh, you brought friends,” he added, kneeling to their level with a smile.

You immediately grabbed his wrist, pulling him back up.

“Don’t. They’re kids,” you warned, your grip tight.

He looked at you with that same unsettling smile.

“This... this is why I wanted you,” he said quietly. 

“That fire in you, that hatred... it keeps me close.”

He slipped his wrist free from your grip.

“Why don’t we head to the manor? There’s a little gathering happening later. Food, dessert…” he offered.

At the mention of dessert, Red and Blue’s faces lit up.

“Let’s go, Blue! We don’t wanna miss dessert!” Red said, grabbing Blue’s hand as they ran ahead.

You sighed, then turned to face Hatred again.

“Let the kids enjoy themselves,” he said. “And we can too... like old times.”

You hesitated, but safety came first.

You wouldn’t pick a fight, not with Red and Blue around. So, you walked beside him, following the kids.

Hatred moved closer, his hand gently wrapping around your waist like he used to, like nothing had changed. His smile deepened.

“After the gathering,” he murmured,

“let’s talk about... what we left unfinished.”

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Want to share something, i was fighting The Great Flocci, when he was near dead, he was so low in HP, and i was on 1 HP. I got killed but i called Cruel King, AND KILLED HIM AFTER I DIED AND GOT WIN HAHAHAH... (my best friend literally shocked haha)

Captain Trotter and Calypso <3 <3

AND I SEE PEST AND ZUKA!!!

When i got the Bottle Ship and immediately went to save my greeny boi, and finally got his Card :>

This made me more motivated to write more Griefer x Reader / Toxichero <3