#[OC] miles honeyfield

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Excited for the other anons! And wait..

Yandere Randy find miles room, breaks in, and starts to do John doe like stuff.

It's part three time baby! Also take your time! The writing you do is already amazing.

-Curious the Anon.

yipee!! yesyes >:]

whoop whoop a part three babey!!1 >:]

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Yandere Randy x Miles Honeyfield [PART 3]

Miles screamed loudly as they sat up on their bed, hitting their head on the backboard. Instantly, like a flick of a switch Miles sobbed loudly.

Randy stood above their bed, blood drenched and dripping on their nicely washed covers. A neon green sideways smile fazed onto his screen, his screen broken in multiply places, hot wires sticking out.

His fingers crawled their way to the sheets tugging them tightly as he tried to get on their bed, but in return Miles smashed their foot in retaliation, Randy gasping as he stumbled backwards as they bolted from the bed and into the lounge room.

"miless, sweety? why did you do that?" Randy cooed, stumbling to his feet as stomped his way to Miles, Miles held a knife close to their chest, phone in the other hand.

"GET AWAY. NOW" Miles snapped.

"honey, why?" Randy softly called, resting his palms on his face.

"I don't have to explain, shit to you. Do you understand? You crazed weird freak! I have a new Gun-headed cop friend on speed dial and I will call her!" Miles screamed as loud as they could, stomping, maybe they could alert their neighbours.

"Honey, sweety, please, I took so long to find you, and this is how you treat me?" He fake whimpered, trying to move closer.

He reeked of old blood, his clothes even had the iconic flies swarming him, his screen was greasy with blood hand prints. He back was hunched and his legs shook as if he was trying to keep himself up from falling over.

"Get the fuck away from me." From behind their back, they pressed the call button, thanking the stars above that their phone was quiet.

Randy frowned trying to wobble his way forward, on the other end, Clair quietly listened to the now named "Randy" she was told about from Miles, listening to his insane please and cries. She got off her chair as it swivelled as she moved, racing to her, under cover cop car and drove straight their making to sure to keep the phone on speaker.

It was only time when Clair arrived.

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I TOOK SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES BUT I ENDED ON A SORT OF CLIFFHANGER IF YOU WANTED A PART 4 TO CHANGE ANYTHING U DIDN'T WANT/LIKE!!!

plus i tunk i might make clair as my first dialtown oc :]]]

[strawberryspotsstuff]

OMG I LOVE THE YANDERE RANDY ONESHOT! Maybe a part two if that's okay?

Like randy finally finds Miles at a park or something?? I'd love to see what you come up with!

-Curious Anon

DAWWW TYYYY <333333

of course!! a part two >:]]]]

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[PART TWO] Yandere Randy x Miles Honeyfield

Only a few months after the incident, and Miles was happily living in a city down south from Dialtown, meeting new object-heads and making new friends.

It was breath of fresh air, Miles was free, from the horrors back in their old home town.

Miles strolled through the markets that was advertised a week back, small businesses showed off their creations and food products. Miles happily wondered through the crowds, a small basket hanging from their arm as they examined the colourfully lit shops as the ambiance of children laughing, teenager groups and adults stroll the streets.

Something urked Miles, they turned their body to look around, something sat in their stomach, some un-wanted vomit feeling. Goosebumps ran up their spin as they noticed, him.

What the hell. Miles almost vomited at the sight of him, flight or fright spiked as they started to quickly pace around the crowd, further down the market.

Thoughts clouded their brain, making them sweat in the fear. Frantic they slid into a local store that was brightly decorated. Hiding behind one of the shelves, like a bunny being hunted they watched the door with an unwavering stare.

The shopkeeper, a young teenager who would rather be hanging out with his friends, spun in his chair, throwing a tennis ball and catching it. He paused, looking over at the only customer he had, as he watched in confusion at Miles.

"You alright?" the kid spoke up, slurred.

Miles frantically moved their head towards the kid. "Um, yup, fine- fine, really." Miles stuttered.

The kid nodded slowly before throwing his ball again.

Miles looked out the window, no Randy. They shuffled from their hiding spot and dove back into the crowd, the kid side eyeing Miles as they left.

On high alert, a tiny thought in their head told them 'Maybe it was just nerves?' But Miles ignored it, marching back to their car, they were not taking any chances.

Their back was covered, drenched in sweat as they fidgeted with their sleeves, and got safely back to their car.

Randy watched from a stall, wearing a baggy jumper and jeans, checking his phone he followed from the side walk back to their house. They were safely tucked away, "hidden" in an apartment building, smart. Randy watched Miles as they got out of their car and bee line it for the doors, from the shadows, Randy followed in toe as Miles entered the building and bolted for their room.

"silly miles" Randy cooed, this was much easier then expected.

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[strawberryspotsstuff]

:000 RANDY, OUR RANDY BOI.

So uh.. I've been actually feeling a little upset lately, ahem, p a r e n t s. But other than that I'm doing good. However, for the oneshot I was thinking..

Maybe a sad Oc x Randy Jade? Also you know we gotta sprinkle in some angst and some fluffy cuddles just sayin.

And of course the Oc is going to be dealing with tough work and they end up being yelled at by their boss and maybe when the Oc hangs out with Randy, they end up telling him about their day and how stressful it was, and Randy gives them cuddles??

OC TIME!

Name: Miles Honeyfield.

Nicknames: Honey, Hun, Shortie.

Gender: n o (nonbinary)

Pronouns and Sexuality: They/it, Pansexual.

Personality: People-Pleaser, kind and bubbly, lil clingy, touch starved. (ME-)

Appearance: 5'3, greyish white telephone like head, olive skin, soft baby blue hoodie, grey sweatpants with black shoes. They also have a small bee sticker on their hoodie.

Please and thank you! I know this is long-

-Curious Anon

YESSSS RNADY OUR BELOVED!!!!!!!

ALSOOO,,, HONEYFIELDDD WHATA CUTE LASTNAME@!!!!!!!!!!

TEHY ARE SOCUTE :SOB: ((Also grrrr mean boss >:[))

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Randy Jade x Miles Honeyfield [OC]

A fat, and sweaty hand smashed its way onto the wooden desk, making Miles jump in surprise. The grey-toned white telephone head looked up in surprise seeing their boss, a dark purple yarn ball, dressed in an all black suit and shiny leather dress shoes.

"where are the papers I asked for?" He snapped, stomping a foot.

"I- I gave it to you this morning? No.. I gave them to Nancy, she said... she said she gave them to you." Miles mumbled, quickly rolling his chair away from the fuming yarn ball.

"Well, Nancy gave me, nothing!" He articulated, curling his fists.

"Miles, I swear to the phone god, I will get Mingus down here to fire your ass, herself! If you don't step up the game!" The yarn ball threatened.

Now, threatening to get Mingus to fire his employees was not out of the ordinary, to try "humiliate" them or threaten them to do more work. Miles held in their emotions, letting out a shaky exhale.

"Y-Yes Sir. Yup. I'll get them to you, step up, yup." Miles quietly repeatedly. The yarn ball huffed, getting enough of Miles and stormed off.

They shakily went back to work, burying their head away from their employee's prying eyes on them, and after 2 more hours of work, Miles quickly gave the re-did work to their boss and ran off, escaping to the one person that they would trust.

Randy Jade.

Miles quietly sobbed on their way to Randy's trash bin, quietly knocking on it's slimy and sweaty like plastic.

"Hmmmmmmmm? Oh! Honey!" Randy happily welcomed, opening his arms, inviting them in. Miles quietly jumped in, Randy tilted his head in question.

"You seem quiet, what happened hun?" Randy asked quietly, sliding down and sitting crossed legged next to them.

For the next half an hour they vented about their job, their boss, Nancy and the vulture-like employees watching them every day. Randy hugged them from their side, patting their head and rubbing their back.

After their venting, their breathing with heavy as they laid their head on Randy's lap, Randy quietly singing to them, rubbing circles on their back with his thumb.

"thanks randy.." Miles hummed quietly, cuddling into the trash and his lap.

Randy hummed, smiling softly. "Of course, Miles"

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[strawberryspotsstuff]

Oooh! Can't wait for the Anon family art!

And hear me out, Yandere Randy jade x Miles Honeyfield.

-Curious Anon

ikr!!!! <3333

anddd oooo yan randy???? :flushed:

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Yandere Randy Jade x [OC] Miles Honeyfield

tw: blood, mentions of death, yan behaviours

"oh miles, miles" randy cooed softly, so sweetly.

Traveling through the empty hallways of Mile's home, Mile's painted walls were stained a dark red of soggy blood as Randy stomped through singing loudly.

Mile's neck sweated bucks as they tired to keep their breathing a quiet as possible, trying to muffle their wheezing as they hid under their dining table.

They watched Randy walk down their hallway to their bedroom before shakily getting on their knees and scrambling away, running for their back door, knocking some chairs over making the silent house, silent no longer with the loud crashing of wooden chairs.

Miles muttered curse words as they stumbled onto their porch, tumbling down the stairs and bolted for their car.

Miles started to sob louder as they panicked with their keys from their back pocket as they heard the front door slowly creak open as Randy stood their, knife dropping.

Miles only took a second to look up, Randy was drenched in blood, his screen was cracked and buzzed and spat from the open wires. He laughed quietly watching Miles, not speaking.

Miles quietly whimpered as they escaped into their car and took no time in turning it on and driving out of the driveway, only to watch Randy watch from afar, just smiling.

Miles sobbed as they drove off down the road, clutching onto the hot leather that was baked in the sun, as Miles sped up, Miles was going to drive as long as they could, as far as they could.

Back at the house, Randy hummed happily as he opened an app on his phone, watching the tracking bug planted in Mile's car follow them effortlessly.

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