#but its also . pops eyeballs out of sockets

[twdgs]

holy matrimony lays down the statement arranged child marriage is legal in the pokemon universe apparently

[pandoraslxna]

Lo’ak using visiting Spider as an excuse to come over and steal your panties to Jack off with later 🥴 he conditions himself thag your scent = getting off, and now he can’t jack off without them AND he has to hide his dick coming out of its sheath every time he gets too close to you

Addicted to you

adult Lo‘ak x female human reader

Words: 4.7k

Summary: The first time it happened, could be considered an accident. He didn’t mean to come over and steal your underwear, stuff it in his tweng and take it with him, like a dirty little secret. The second time however, was less an accident and more a strategic planned theft.

Warnings: explicit smut, perverted Lo‘ak being a little panty thief, masturbation, scent kink, slight somnophilia (with consent), childhood friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, reader is spiders sister, oral (f receiving), obsessive behavior, Lo’ak has retractable genitals

Translation:

Tweng = loincloth

Tanhì = star, bioluminescence freckle

Lo‘ak, by all means, is no pervert.

He’s not a freak, even if some small minded people had called him that before. But that’s because of his fingers, and not because of this.

It’s hard to explain how any of this has even started.

It’s just, you’ve always been there. Always running around with him and his siblings, playing in the mud and chasing each other through high branches of trees. Riding piggyback on his shoulders, letting Kiri braid your hair. Crying into Neteyams shoulder when you scratched your knee and then letting grandma take care of it. Sitting by the campfire together, baby Tuk in mums arms while dad tells them stories from earth, from the place you’ve never even been before, yet it’s where you come from. Originally. But to Lo‘ak, you’re all na‘vi. Just like Spider is all na‘vi.

You’ve always been there, small little tanhì. Until you’re not so small anymore. And Lo‘ak isn’t small anymore either.

When they come back, years after seeking oturu with the metkayina, his eyeballs almost pop out of their sockets at the sight of you.

Small little tanhì, he scoffs at the memories of his childhood friend. You’ve grown. Not much for Na’vi standards, still the size of Tuk when she was like 8, but Norm makes jokes about you and Spider not being kids anymore, so he assumes you must’ve reached your maximum height. How cute, he thinks. Lo‘ak however, well, Max says he’s making dad competition now. Almost choked on his coffee when he first saw him again. Apparently you must’ve realized the change in his physical appearance too, because you said stuff like the ocean did him good and giggled when you asked what they were feeding him over there, squeezing the muscles of his upper arm with your small hands.

Apart from your size, Lo‘ak was surprised to see you in human clothing. He assumes, and maybe that makes him a little sad but he would never admit that out loud, that after his family had to leave and Spider was also gone for a very long time, you barely had any reason left to visit the village, other than accompanying Norm and Max to the lab. So you ditched the loincloth for a pair of pants and a shirt. That however, doesn’t change how beautiful you are to his eyes. His little tanhì.

Luckily, that’s pretty much everything that has changed.

Funny enough, because that meant Spider still had to share a room with you now that he’s back. Neither of you are very pleased about this, but as long as he and the Sullys are finally home, none of you would openly complain about the temporary living situation, until Norm had moved some of his stuff out of his office so Spider could move in.

The room you and Spider share isn’t that big. Two beds, a window, a small desk and a wardrobe, that’s basically it. It’s even more cramped when a full grown Na’vi lays sprawled out on Spiders bed, but that doesn’t keep him from coming over every couple of days to hang around like he’s still a lazy teen.

Lo‘ak still can’t get over the sight of you running around in these human clothes. They’re odd. Even worse when you wear them, when you’ve changed so much and there’s so much more, so much new of you to see and now you’re hiding it from his gaze, underneath those entirely too long and plain looking fabrics.

Lo‘ak can barely peel his eyes off of you, swirling around the room with a woven basked on your hip, picking up stuff from the floor while simultaneously nagging at Spider to strip and— pause.

"Anything else?" You ask, taking the shirt that Spider had just worn to put it into the basked.

"Nope", he says, pronouncing the p with a little pop sound. Glancing around the room for the final time, you spot a pair of dirty socks in the far corner and as you bend down to pick them up, something seems to fall out of the basket that you don’t notice right away. Before Lo‘ak can react however, you’re already out of the door.

Sitting upright on the bed, Lo‘ak wants to reach for the tiny piece of fabric that you had lost, but then he’s interrupted again.

"Oh shit, I forgot to give her my tweng", Spider groans, pulling a woven cloth out from where it was sandwiched between the mattress and Lo‘aks butt. "I’ll be right back, bro." And then he basically sprints after you.

Chuckling to himself, Lo‘ak now finally gets to pick up what had fallen out of your basket.

It’s pink and small, looks like a triangle almost. Too small to be any kind of clothing. No, there’s really not much fabric on it. Strange, he thinks. He turns it in his hands and then spots a tiny, white ribbon on what he assumes must be the front, and now that he holds it like that…

It almost sends him off the edge at this very moment as he realizes— It’s underwear. Great mother, those are yours!

Lo‘ak almost passes out as he spots a tiny wet patch on the fabric. It makes something in him throb, knowing that your cunt was once pressed there, your sweet, sweet pussy rubbing and pressing against the soft cloth, while some of your juices leaked out and stained the material.

He swallows dryly.

Your clit must have rubbed on it, too, he thinks before he can even stop these thoughts from coming. And Lo‘ak, by all means, is definitely no pervert, but he can’t help but imagine the cute little nub dragging across the fabric, the nub that he just wishes he could wrap his lips around and slowly suck, watching as you writhe and cry out from the stimulation on your sensitive form.

Lo‘ak doesn’t know, can’t even explain it to himself as to what has driven him to his next move, but he then puts the fabric to his nose and, almost on instinct, inhales.

The very scent of your sex on the fabric makes his head spin and his cock stir to life.

Oh, how he loves your scent. That filthy, sinful scent on your panties, the lovely fragrance enhanced all around the cloth. With each trembling intake of your smell that his soul inhales, the harder his cock grows, until it finally unsheathes, bulging a tent into his now entirely too tight tweng.

The first time it happened, could be considered an accident. He didn’t mean to come over and steal your underwear, stuff it in his tweng and take it with him, like a dirty little secret.

The second time however, was less an accident and more a strategic planned theft.

Lo’ak now knows where to find them, knows that there’s a small woven basket in the far corner of your room, and if he lays on Spiders bed and stretches enough, he can just reach into it with his very fingertips. So when you and Spider are busy with something else, he so casually stretches his long limbs and grabs the first, black little slip he can reach, stuffs it in his tweng and then pretends that Neteyam is calling him through the throat comm or that he suddenly remembered he had stuff to do at the village or whatever reason is believable enough to hurry out of the door and hide somewhere in the forest.

Once his heart stopped pounding in his ears and his lungs stopped burning, Lo‘ak settles against a tree and pulls the small piece of fabric out of his tweng. Pretty black, cotton panties. Warm now, from rubbing against his skin on the way here. His hand twitches as he examines them in awe.

In all honesty, Lo‘ak really thought that the silly little childhood crush he once harbored for you was finally filtered out of his system after spending the first few nights at the metkayina village bawling his eyes out because he missed you so much. But no amount of other girls he tried to occupy himself with to forget you could change anything about those feelings that came rushing back to him like a tsunami, the very moment his eyes fell on you again, even after all those years apart. And now you’re all grown up, both of you are, and he’s not that awkward little guy anymore, had his fair share of girls to know how to talk to you, how to flirt and maybe even confess his feelings that could lead to something more, yet here he is. Cock throbbing in his palm with your slip pressed against his nose while he furiously jerks himself off to your scent. Like a pervert.

He was gritting his teeth as he stroked over his shaft, squeezing the light blue tip of his cock just right, forcing the very first droplets of pre-cum to form and spill over his knuckles. There’s a tightness, a warmth that swells inside him and it gets even worse when he inhales deeply, your scent filling his nostrils. His hand strokes faster, harder and he moans against the soft cotton.

Speeding up his movements, Lo‘aks hips were already bucking up to fuck into his fist. His imagination, those clear images in front of his minds eye, of your pussy dragging over the same spot he was rubbing his nose against were only egging him on more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", Lo‘ak was chanting curses as he felt the coil in his stomach threaten to snap. His head was thrown back in bliss, your underwear pressed tight to his nose and he couldn’t help but bite down on the fabric to stifle his moans when he finally came.

And suddenly Lo‘ak feels like he’s 14 again, blushing like an idiot whenever you’ve hugged him, not getting the words out when it was just the two of you together.

He was so head over heels for his little tanhì, that this seemed to be the only way to give him some temporary relief, until he would finally get his shit together and gather enough courage to ask you out.

But before this could even happen, things were already getting out of hand.

The first time might be an accident, the second time not so much, but the third, fourth, fifth … and then the tenth time— that’s when he realized this was growing into some strange form of addiction.

Of course he made sure you would never realize what a perverted friend he was, always making sure to rinse his cum and any stains out of the fabric before stuffing them back to the basket in your room, switching them out for a new pair. But not making you realize how perverted he actually was, that was easier said than done.

Naturally, all Na‘vi had a keen sense of smell. Lo‘ak had always been able to smell your natural scent when you were near. And in the beginning, just holding your used underwear in his hands got him hard, made his nose twitch, fingers itching to get them closer, bury his whole face in them and inhale. It was intoxicating.

But Lo‘ak didn’t even realize what he had done to himself, up to the point he came completely untouched for the first time, just from smelling them. That’s when it finally dawned on him. Your scent was enough to get him off. He had actually managed to condition himself to this– coming to your scent, not being able to come when he couldn’t smell you.

Oh, that was bad, he thought. That was really, really bad.

Even worse, because you’ve always been touchy with him. Always hugged him, held his hand, jumped into his arms. And Lo‘ak was so used to carrying you around on his shoulders or his back, that it would’ve been strange of him not to. So now here he was, again, suffering from the consequences of his own actions.

One of your soft, squishy thighs on either side of his shoulders, the back of his head snugly pressed between your thighs and his hands holding your ankles so you wouldn’t fall off as you wandered through the forest.

Normally, he’s a good listener. But he has long stopped listening to whatever you were talking about, now that your scent was so close to his nose that his cock was already pocking out of his sheath and Lo‘ak was slowly loosing every internal battle of trying to keep it in there until they had reached high camp.

Every time you giggled or laughed, Lo‘ak could feel the vibrations against his neck. He could feel every shift, every drag of your clothed cunt against his skin. The warmth radiating from your core, the softness of your thighs on either side of his head, while dainty fingers played with his braids.

Suddenly there’s tug on his braids and Lo‘ak damn near whimpers as you pull his hair to get his attention and— no, no, no you had to get off, you had to get away from him, because this is all too much.

"Lolo", it’s the silly nickname name you gave him as a child, the one that still makes his eyes roll because you used to tease him wit it. "Are you even listening? I asked you a—"

"Sorry it’s just, you– you’re getting kinda heavy, tanhì." Two hands grab your hips before you can even protest and there’s a look of utter confusion on your face, once your feet meet the ground again. Too heavy, Lo‘ak mentally slaps himself. He can lift you up with one hand, so who’s going to believe that?

You look at him with your brows knit tightly together, eyes narrowed to scan him up and down like you were trying and could actually see through him and fuck, his body was working against him in this moment, because the feeling of his own slick coating his cock as it slowly slid out of its protecting sheath sends a shiver up his spine.

"C‘mon let’s keep moving, we’re almost there", he hastily blurts out, leading the way now, hands clenching into fists at his side.

Lo‘ak tries to ignore that your scent still lingers heavy in the air, even as you walk behind him. He also tries to ignore how silent you had suddenly gotten, tries not to look back because he knows you‘ll look hurt or confused, or both, as to why he had suddenly decided to put distance between you and him –and called you heavy, on top of that.

The entire walk back to the village was filled with silence, and even though it felt heavy in his heart, it’s what he needed to calm himself, to make his cock soften and breathing even, to put his focus on something else other than the flowery sweet smell that’s walking just a few feet behind him.

It’s not hard to guess why he doesn’t see you the day after that. Spider visits high camp alone, says you’re out with Norm somewhere to gather ar'lek seeds so they can plant them in the small herb garden in hells gate. He knows that’s just partly the truth.

The next day, Lo‘ak doesn’t even wait for you to come over, or not. Spider spends the day with Kiri anyways, and maybe that’s his sign to finally get his ass up and do something about this whole fucked up situation, apologize for acting so weird and put an end to his strange addiction.

It’s already late in the afternoon when Lo‘ak reaches the human outpost camp. He taps the code into the small keypad on the front door of the facility, puts a respirator on and walks down the hallway. Several turns later and he finds himself at your door, knocks ever so lightly, it’s almost too light, before slowly opening the door, crouching under the frame and stepping inside.

The sight he’s met with definitely gets his knees a little weak.

You’re curled up on your side, your lashes are softly resting on your cheeks, lips slightly parted with quiet sighs of sleep falling from them. Your shirt has ridden up a bit, exposing your hips and stomach to him, blanket nowhere to be found. His gaze wanders over your body, the curve of your waist, down to your legs and eywa help him, you’re not wearing pants. All that’s covering you, are those pink panties that seem very familiar to him and fuck, if that doesn’t make him swallow hard because he just realized these are the ones he’s first taken from you. The ones he had completely soaked in his cum until he nearly passed out, shooting blanks from how many times he jerked off with them pressed to his nose and then wrapped around his cock once he had completed inhaled your scent off of them.

And now he has to hold himself back, because your deliciously sweet scent almost suffocates him the moment he settles to sit on the end of your bed.

He can’t help the way his hands move on their own, just a soft caress up and down your thigh. Completely harmless, he wants to make himself believe.

You hum in your sleep, eyebrows pinching together for a brief moment before you relax into his touch. It’s like your scent grows more intense the longer he strokes his warm palms over your exposed skin, running up your thigh, the curve of your hips. His fingertips trace the cotton fabric of your panties, hooks it under his finger, plays with it, before he runs his hands back down your legs.

Lo‘ak feels his body heat increase the longer he plays with you like this. Feels his sheath opening up, the tip of his cock teasing against the cloth of his tweng, the retraining tightness of trying to keep it in there. His tail curls like he’s in pain from holding himself back, and then your thighs spread into his hands, opening up like a pretty flower, subconsciously presenting yourself to him.

He knows he shouldn’t… but he can’t help it.

Swallowing hard, Lo‘ak kneels at the end of the bed. Careful as ever, he pulls you towards him, holds you open like a five course meal on a silver plate with both of his hands on the backside of your thighs. He nuzzles his nose against your skin, tenderly. Inhales, places soft kisses here and there, moves further to the inside of your leg. His nose never breaks contact to your skin, you just smell too good, he’s completely lost in it. Addicted.

His breathing soon turns into shallow pants of air, his mind growing dizzy and pupils dilated to the absolute max as he continues to scent you like a drug.

The content little, "Mmh…" followed by the arch of your back as you stretch yourself, hands coming up to rub the sleep in your eyes away, do little to faze him now, let alone stop him from what he was doing. It’s too late to stop anyway.

Glancing down on yourself, Lo‘ak feels your breath hitch in your throat in a shy little gasp, thighs trying to close shut, but his hands keep them in place.

"Lo‘ak?" You ask, face flushing red and for a moment he comes back to himself and his heart aches because he thinks he fucked up, crossed every possible boundary, ruined your friendship because he got too lost in his perversion– but then you bite your bottom lip and brush your dainty fingers through his hair, cradle the back of his head and pull him closer.

He grins.

Lo‘ak doesn’t break eye contact with you as he kisses your inner thigh, fangs grazing your skin before he sucks a small hickey right there. He kisses the purplish mark on your flesh before he moves further, eyes on yours before he presses his nose against the cotton fabric of your underwear. Your hips rise off the bed, impatiently bucking against his face and Lo‘ak groans.

"You smell so good, tanhì", he murmurs, nosing your clit, nudging the little nub until a whimper falls from your lips. "So sweet, I just… sorry, I had to."

A soft laugh draws his attention from your clit back to your face and he lifts his head up to properly look at you.

"Don’t apologize", you say, chest heaving, "I was waiting for the day you finally decide to make the first move." He smiles at this. And maybe he blushes a bit too, but there’s barely any time for you to see it, before his face is buried between your thighs again. He inhales sharply, letting your scent cloud his mind and then he presses a kiss to the outline of your clit, feeling it twitch beneath the thin fabric.

Hooking his fingers under the waistband, he tells you, "lift your hips for me", and as you do, he slides them off of your legs completely.

You watch his eyes darken with lust once you spread your thighs further for him, watch him part your folds with his thumbs almost tenderly, brushing over the little hood of your clit to get it into his direct view.

"Don’t tease", you then whisper and Lo‘ak thinks, if only you knew how much he was holding himself back right now. "I would never", he chuckles, and you squeak when he grabs your thighs and pulls you closer, bends your legs so your knees are almost touching your ears.

Flattening his tongue, he then licks a board stripe from your dripping entrance up to your clit, and oh tanhì, you’re making even the sweetest fruit competition. Lo‘ak groans, loud and shamelessly, once your slick juices run over his tastebuds like sweet nectar. Your hips jolt, moans spilling from your mouth as he closes his lips around the little nub of pleasure and sucks, hard.

You gasp sharply, hands fisting his hair tighter and mindlessly tugging as your thighs snap close around his head.

"O-Ohh god, fuck, Lo‘ak", you moan, back arching to get his mouth closer to you and Lo‘ak thinks it’s adorable. You’re panting, gasping and moaning like you can’t believe how good he’s making you feel.

Between your thighs, you hear him hum at your taste, your clit drags against his nose and those puffy lips, while he slurps your slick like he’s starving.

A glance up at you reveals that you’re staring sightlessly at the ceiling, slack-jawed and dazed, and Lo‘ak feels a surge of amusement and affection. So cute, looking almost as sweet as you taste on his tongue.

While sucking on your clit earned him the most of a reaction from you, he more often switched to sticking his tongue into your clenching hole as far as he could reach– which was deep, considering the proportions of a Na‘vi compared to a human. Like this, he could perfectly smooch the flat of his nose against the little nub that made you cry out, could smell you at the same time he was tasting you and that combination made something in him twist into a tight knot, daring to snap at any moment.

"Lo’ak, Lo’ak, oh– holy shit, Lo’ak", you moaned his name like a prayer, and the sound of it was send straight to his cock that had fully unsheathed itself by now. It throbbed heavily, pre-cum soaking his tweng and bringing friction to the sensitive tip once he’s started humping the air, hips bucking and thrusting, searching for more.

There’s nothing he wants more than to bring a hand down to his cock, get rid of the loincloth and start stroking himself, fuck his fist if necessary, anything to get the edge off. But his hands can’t, don’t, want to move. They’re perfectly comfortable where they are, holding your thighs, spreading you wide open while he devours you. He can’t bring himself to do anything other than grind his face against your pussy hungrily, tongue gliding through your folds, sucking and slurping and kissing until tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

"Lo, I’m close", you whimper, hands tugging harder on his braids and he loves it. "I’m- I think I’m coming. Please. Please don’t stop!"

And stopping is the last thing that’s on his mind.

Your tiny hole clenches around the tongue that’s thrusting in and out of you, and Lo‘ak can’t help but imagine how you’d feel around his cock. He wants to, he really fucking wants to split you open on it, bend you in every possible position and feel your tight walls clamping down on him. But this right here is his priority. He wants you crying out and coming on his tongue, wants to drown in your slick and inhale your scent for a good while longer before he can stuff you full of his cock.

"Yeah? You’re gonna come, tanhì?", he mumbles against your clit and your hips buck against his mouth, desperately searching for more. "Come for me then, c’mon. Let me taste you, give it to me."

"Uh-huh", you nod frantically, lifting your head up to look at him. Your hands tug on his braids, guiding him back to where you needed it most and Lo‘ak gladly complied your order. And then your hips were rising off the bed, and you nearly sobbed as you chanted, "m’coming, m’coming– oh– fuck!"

Your hold on his hair loosens just as everything below your waist tightens.

The sounds that were reaching his ears were a combined chorus of groans and high-pitched whimpers coming from both of you. While Lo‘ak feasted on your arousal, his tweng got equally as soaked in his cum than his face got soaked in yours.

You like the way that the gold in his eyes seems to glow up at you from between your legs, when you manage to pick your head up and look down at him. You like the way that his fingers dig into your skin as a stern reminder for you to stay there, and you like the way that his tongue continues to lave at you, despite the trembling of your legs.

The expanse of his tongue drags methodically against your cunt one last time, gathering your taste like he means to savor it. Then, his head raises, all glistening lips and prideful eyes, his hands sliding up your sides to hook around your waist. 

"Holy fuck", you exhale a shaky breath. "Lolo, what the hell, where did that just come from?" You laugh in disbelief, a bit more than just breathless from the intense orgasm, and Lo‘ak chuckles with you, crawling onto the bed to settle himself between your thighs.

"Don’t call me that childish name when I just made you come on my tongue, tanhì", he purrs into your ear, grinning, and the feel of his canine grazing your ear sends a shiver up your spine. Lo’ak then nuzzles his face into the crook of you neck, pressing his weight down on you and if it weren’t for the uncomfortable slick and sticky feeling between your thighs, you could actually enjoy this.

"Can you give me my underwear", you whisper, blushing, "please."

"No", Lo‘ak tells you ever so nonchalantly, face still buried against your skin. Your brows furrow and you can’t help but laugh, "What– Why?"

"I‘m keeping them", he says, "As a little souvenir."

Hearing that, makes a completely new wave of heat wash over you, lightening up your cheeks in crimson red.

"Perv", you mutter quietly, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Hmh, yes I am. But you also can’t have them back because…"

Theres a pause, two arms snake around your middle and hug you tight, before he rolls over and drags you with him. You gasp at the sudden change of position, now straddling his stomach with him laying flat on your bed. Rising a brow, you look at him, waiting. Lo‘aks hands then grab you by the waist and he pulls you up in one fluid movement, your hands fly up to catch yourself just in time, both of them on the headboard of your bed now as your core hovers only mere inches from his face.

His breath his warm on your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body as it fans over the slick covering your inner thigh. Licking his lips, he grins up at you, the hunger in his eyes evident, as he says,

"Because I’m not done with you yet, tanhì."

[extinctfowl]

if i was a stronger man i would try and animate a ratssmp character boggling but i think if i made them even the Slightest bit human in design id get hit with ten million eye horror and body horror tags and tbh, they would be valid

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Spooky season needs spooky stuff.. >:3

So can I request the digital circus cast (minus Caine)meeting a Child Spirit Y/n headcanons,who like Kinda possesed/went inside the game to find they’re killer for some reason? They are eerily quiet and like to stare but if talked to very sweet but quick to snap in distrust because..well trust is what got them killed in the first place? They’re a bit bloody..and a eyeball sometimes hangs out?? Like vhs horror stuff

Sorry I’m being so descriptive,I hope you are a nice day!

OOOoo yes time for more spooks!

Also I am having a nice night, thanks! (and I hope you are having a nice day/night too!)

......

Pomni

To make a long story short, you got murdered while wearing the headset, and that tethered your spirit to TADC.

As expected, you lost memories of who you were--except for the knowledge that someone killed you because you trusted them too much, and you believed the answers were inside this very game.

Your character ends up looking like a child's ghost costume: a white bedsheet stained in blood and one of your eyeballs occasionally wanting to pop from its socket.

Caine (who was very much bewildered at your arrival) declares that you're part of an "exclusive Halloween update" and changes up the tent and grounds to have more spooky flair.

But Pomni clearly wants no part of it, and she can tell you don't either.

You're clearly a kid who is (somehow) handling the situation of being stuck in this game better than her, yet when she tries asking you about it....all you do is stare back.

She swears she can hear static noises and whispers she can't decipher--all in all getting a...very creepy vibe from you.

Initially she decides to keep her distance, afraid you were secretly some virus or Abstraction underneath that sheet.

But that changes when you're walking by the rooms one night, and you pass by Pomni's door, hearing her quietly crying.

Although you weren't inclined to get close to anybody here, you were concerned. And since you weren't actually coded into the game, you didn't have to follow any of its rules--and that allowed you to enter her room without a key.

At first you scared the shit out of her, but after realizing it's you, she lets you sit beside her, eventually venting about how badly she missed her real home.

"Everyone keeps telling me "oh this place is so much better" or "get used to it"...but what if I don't wanna do that? I don't care if my old life was bad...I-I can't take anymore of this.." Her sobs grow louder. "I wanna wake up in my own bed knowing my real name!!"

"...I miss home, too," is all you say in response. Yet it's more than enough to calm her down.

For once, you're not trying to brush her off or force her to "cheer up" and accept her reality. You made her feel heard.

"Yeah..me, too....sh-should I thank you for agreeing..?" She sniffles, seeing your subtle nod, before you leave her be, not wanting to get too attached.

Ironically, she was able to sleep a little easier after talking to you.

Jax

From the get-go, he's gonna be real nosy and curious.

Since not even Caine himself expected your arrival and found out that you don't follow the "rules" like everyone else...Jax is gonna try his damnedest to understand you and see what makes you tick.

But he's gonna be disappointed quickly since you don't respond much to him (or anybody in general).

"So...ya like Halloween?"

"........"

"....thought so. Good talk, new kid."

You definitely act like a legit ghost--doing nothing but stare, move things around, and pop up unexpectedly.

Eventually, his curiosity leads to him visiting your room (which has no key), and he discovers many drawings on the walls.

Most depicting a dead person wearing a headset.

What he found most disturbing was a journal that contained his and the others' names..

From what he's gathering...you're suspecting one of them of murdering your real world-self.

But he doesn't get much time to ponder this as you show up, angry at him for intruding.

You make yourself look even bloodier and scarier, with both of your eyeballs hanging from their sockets and staring at him.

"Get out."

Those two simple words put the fear of god in him.

Jax runs out faster than a jackrabbit, colliding with Gangle in the process. Her comedy mask falls off again, but he catches it and looks at her.

"J-Jax..?" She realizes his fur is standing up on all ends, and he looks terrified....even more than he did after realizing the circus was his forever home.

But he just shoves the mask back into her hands and leaves without saying a word.

He never speaks of what he found in your room that day.

Kinger

He thought his eyes were weird...until you came along and periodically had to put your own eyeball back into its socket.

"It's good to know I'm not alone!" He nervously chuckles, only to be met with your eerie silence.

Sometime later, he suggests showing you his insect collection, and it does pique your interest.

You did love all things "creepy" and "crawly".

Yet you're adamant about going to his pillow fortress after he invites you.

It reminds you of the ones you used to build all the time, up until...

Fortunately, Kinger recognizes your reluctance and just brings one of his bug boxes to you so you can look at it.

He could infodump about the various critters for hours, with nothing but nods and quiet "mhms" from you, and he's happy.

In general, he doesn't mind your quiet personality.

Although you still sometimes jumpscare him unintentionally like Gangle often does.

Tbh he's a good father figure and recognizes that you're just a kid who got trapped in this game unfairly.

Even so, you try to keep your distance and looks at him suspiciously if he starts acting too nice.

He was quiet aloof, and you weren't sure how he would act on any given day.

Gangle

After accidentally spooking her (by simply existing in the same room as her), she breaks her comedy mask off.

But immediately she feels guilty for screaming and tries scrambling to fix it, hoping you weren't mad at her.

Yet all you do is stare, not looking angry or anything at all (it's hard for any of the performers to see your expression in general, aside from your hanging eye, but still).

Poor Gangle is just afraid you'd turn into a scarier version of yourself.

When she keeps cutting her ribbon fingers(?) on the ceramic pieces, you come over and clean it up for her, taking it away despite your own hands bleeding.

The implications that you were able to shed blood and nobody else were a little disturbing to her..but she's glad you're not offended by her screaming.

Although she wonders where you're going with her mask..

Later on, you knock on her door and present it fully fixed.

Except...it looks more Halloweenish with an evil smile painted on it, messily glued together.

'Oh god I hope this doesn't turn me evil or anything..' She thinks, putting on a smile as she takes it anyways.

Yet you remain where you are, staring and clearly waiting for her to try it on.

And so she does, and it turns her into a very chaotic Halloween lover, acting even more mischievous than Jax and allowing her to finally get her revenge for all his pranks.

In the end, you gain a decent friendship with her, subtly protecting her from Jax's bullying.

Ragatha

Seeing that you're so distant from the rest of the gang has her worried.

Some of them might consider your loose eyeball creepy, but she's not gonna judge you on that (besides, she's missing an eye altogether so she can't say much anyways).

Howeve,r she's the first to find out how strong your distrust of everyone is.

"[Y/n]? I don't think it's good to be isolating yourself like this. I know you hate being here and Caine's a weirdo..but...we're all in this together. You can trust us-"

"Don't." You warn, putting on a frightening display of anger that sends her tumbling to the ground, sending chills up her spine.

"Trust" became something you didn't take lightly, as the last time you put your trust in someone....you ended up dead, turning into a literal ghost in the machine (that was your gaming system).

Despite this, Ragatha doesn't run away.

Like Pomni, she understands that you're just a kid who's confused and lost.....and clearly had serious trust issues.

But she's determined to help you through that, even if you keep scaring everybody away.

She's got motherly instincts, and she hopes that in due time you'll learn to warm up to her.

Zooble

"A bedsheet worn as a costume? That's a classic."

She's seen weirder things during their time in the circus, so you don't faze her too much.

Only when you snap at Ragatha or somebody who was trying to be nice to you does she raise an eyebrow.

Honestly, they 100% understand that you just wanted to be alone sometimes, and she respects that.

It's suffocating trying to act all cheery and go along with every damn activity Caine tries to get everyone involved in (but lucky for you, he can't make you follow along).

Especially since she believes he made up that stupid "Halloween update" as lazy way to explain your sudden arrival.

The only time you do interact with Zooble is after she yanks Jax by his ears, and they hear this eerie-sounding giggle behind them.

When she turns around, you're just standing there motionless, staring at her.

Somehow, they just know you were smiling underneath that costume, which makes her smile, too.

"Maybe I should pull him out a hat next time, huh?" She jokes after letting him go, and you giggle once more as he hits the ground.

[bluegekk0]

hey, it's been a while since i've last submitted a question here, hope you've been doing great, but i've kinda been wondering to myself just now, how does Holly's eyes work? since the more i think about it, i wonder if they have some sort of optic inside their shell, or if the void inside their body magically gives them eyesight, idk seems like a weird question, but as someone whos been kinda fascinated trying to speculate about vessel anatomy both in cannon and headcannon, i would be curios to see what others would think.

Hi there! Thank you, I hope you've been doing good as well!

The way I imagine it, their eye sockets aren't necessarily empty. Well, they sort of are - they don't have eyeballs, so I imagine the void gives them the ability to see. How exactly it works I'm not sure, but considering the void seems aware of its surroundings to the point of lashing out if you get too close, perhaps focusing that into an eye like structure would allow them to properly see its environment.

In the past I toyed with the idea of Holly being colorblind, either because of the void itself, or due to the infection damage. But these days I tend to lean more into them seeing colors but in a very washed out way. They can recognize blue from green or orange, but they would have trouble distinguishing between individual shades of those colors. And I do think that's directly related to how their eyesight works - they don't have an actual eyeball structure, so I think it makes sense that it wouldn't be perfect, the Abyss isn't exactly the most vibrant, so good color vision wouldn't be a priority for any void being.

As for how their eye is structured - like I said, it's not exactly an empty socket. They have a membrane covering it that keeps the void inside their skull/mask.

You can see it here compared to their cracked eye where the membrane was torn.

The membrane itself is semi-transparent. In its normal state it appears opaque, but if a bright light shines through it (say, for example, the blazing infection substance growing inside their head) then it becomes more noticeably translucent. It also doesn't reflect any light, so you'll never see them with light reflections similar to what you see on FPK or Hornet - the eye looks nearly pitch black 99% of the time thanks to the void underneath.

Aside from keeping the void inside, it also doubles as a focusing point for their eye structure, like a kind of lens, which is why they are completely blind in their right eye, since the membrane there is gone. That's not to say you could easily pop it with your finger. It's a relatively sturdy structure, and as long as the damage isn't severe, it can also heal and regenerate. But if it's completely destroyed, then unfortunately it's not fixable.

Another detail about the membrane - it's similar to their outer body shell in that it allows for controlled use of void tendrils. For instance, their missing arm has permanent shell damage, which means that the void there is unstable and can lash out at the environment unpredictably (and that is why it's covered by bandages, to keep it within their body). However, the shell on rest of the body can form into more stable void, used to hold and touch things, grab and consume food or to vibrate and make subtle noises. The eye membrane works in a very similar way, and as you can guess, their right eye lacks that function (that is where the eyepatch comes into play). Basically how I imagine it, the shell can "melt" into void and then harden again at will.

All of this also means that you can't actually take off their "mask". While it appears more hollow than the faces of non-void creatures, it is still directly connected to the rest of their body and many of its functions depend on that connection. Their sight being the primary one. that said, since the head itself is not made of void, it still becomes the "corpse" in an event of death.

I hope this was a satisfying answer. I like thinking about the biology of these characters, it's fun putting together the puzzle pieces left by the canon into a more complete image. Or, in the case of FPK and Grimm especially, making stuff up and turning them into weird synapsid/reptilian things that pretend to be bugs hahaha

[faithdeans]

Dude ever since I saw that you eyeball licking post I haven't stopped thinking about sucking an eyeball right out of its socket.

Surely, its doable if your tongue has enough suction to it but the risks might outweigh the benefits. I wouldn't want to risk hurting a friend but I dont want to do it with an enemy.

I'm pretty sure I'm skilled enough to suck it out without severing the optic nerve tho. That way, I can just pop it back in.

Anyway, how's your day going?

yo like a human popping toy fr........... that would be p cool yknow on the recieving end too cause you get to see from a new angle... oh man also the mouth feel i think would be pretty sick like a pickled onion but eye flavour.........

also yeah man i mean i am getting endlessy dragged in my notes but apart from that im good

[fairy-writes]

Just wanted to let you know that I would absolutely love to read your Grimm fic, no matter the ship :) I know the Grimm fandom is so small (I never understood why!) but I still love that show and thinking about it/reading/writing, so you're not alone ;)

I saw your tags and would love to hear about your story too! Maybe I'll sneak into your ask box and ask about it ;)

But I actually haven't decided on a ship yet! I was leaning toward Nick x OC but I'm not 100% decided because that's a lot of rewriting. But also the idea of Sean x OC is so fun but Adalind is such a pain to get around. She is also the literal bane of my existence.

HERE'S A PEEK AT THE STORY UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL

Just be forewarned, it is quite morbid.

It was cold and dark. Frost decorated the leaves and grass, the moon was high in the sky, and cars drove down the highway at safe speeds. No one wanted to go over the cliffside that was mere feet away from the guard rails. The only sounds noticeable were the sounds of the cars roaring by.

But underneath the low hum of the engines was the sound of crunching bones and flesh.

Off the side of the highway, at the bottom of the cliff, someone was eating. A broken, bloodied body lay at the feet of the person hunched over them. The figure reached into the open stomach, where organs were already missing. Muscles squished under their fingers, and tendons snapped as they ripped a hunk of flesh from the corpse.

And then stuffed it in their mouth. Blood spattered up their face, but they paid it no mind.

As soon as the figure finished the mouthful, they stood and gripped the left arm of the corpse. Twisting it, the arm bulged in its socket before being torn free. It was stuffed into a duffel bag, the other arm and then the legs following suit. Blood soaked the fabric of the shirt and trousers of the corpse and leaked into the dirt below it. The crunch of the bones snapping cracked through the air like a whip but was still muffled by the sounds of passing cars.

The figure crouched and gripped the chin of the corpse with one hand to hold it in place. Then, they press their gloves thumb of their free hand by the other eye. Pushing down and in, they pop the eyeball out, and it’s slipped into a ziplock bag and then the duffel bag. The other eye followed suit. 

And then the figure zipped up the duffel bag, stood, and disappeared into the woods without a trace.

[immortal-elements]

Heads up to anyone sensitive about eye trauma in Baldur's Gate 3. Also, slight spoilers for BG3,

The plot centers around Mindflayers and Illithids, which reproduce by infecting hosts with a leech-like tadpole inserted into the eye socket. Your character has one of those inserted in the opening cutscene, and a lot of the starting plot centers around finding a way to remove it.

At one point, you can ask Volo for help removing it from your eye socket, he pulls out an 8inch long needle and tries to fish it out before deciding that he needs a better tool. He pulls out an ice pick and goes to town, stabbing you so far you can't even speak to reply to him, and he pops your eye straight out of its socket. He does hand you a magical prosthetic eyeball that lets you see invisible stuff, so that may be worth it for you.

So yeah, beware. It gives you plenty of options to back out of Volo's "procedure", so I got nobody to blame but myself, but that freaked me out ngl.

[dustedlilac]

@yukikorogashi asked: Itsuki hadn't believed it possible, but it was nice to feel like... she could behave the way she used to back when she was alive. Ever since checking into this here hotel, a sense of carefree and playfulness had slowly made its way back into each step. But only around those she trusted and felt comfortable around, of course. "So, sis..." Itsuki actually began one day, as she sat herself down beside the moth sis, "Ah know, ah know... none-of-it's set in stone, BUT--" Whilst maintaining some sense of composure, there was no denying the cheekiness to her actions... as she revealed a little scrapbook she had been putting together (WITH a little help from a few other friends, hehe~). "Fer you an' the Charlie sis' wedding... do ah git ta be one-a dem bride's maid? Ah nevah got-ta--" A pause, before she continues as if she never had done so, "Also, ah was thinkin' dat, MAAAYBE, we use these here COLORS-- though, of course, dat's all up ta you two~! Jus' wanna share some ideas, 's all~"

A welcome smile was cast towards Itsuki. Vaggie plucked up the remote being gyrated about on her knee and turned down the volume of some ridiculous 666 News segment she had no business watching for her own emotional stability, yet did so anyway. She knew, she knew she shouldn't be hatewatching, but damn, she couldn't help it. This Hotel meant everything to her, and it meant everything to Charlie. Getting caught up in the flak and the negative feedback was, for someone of Vaggie's personality, inevitable. A moth to a hateful, burning flame. Itsuki appearing when she did was a blessing in disguise; she had a place in Vaggie's heart, a soft place that was laced with sentimental value - a reminder of back home. She, at the time, also just so happened to be their most amicable client ---

--- until now! The Manager's face was sent into a contorting, blushing mess with her eye just about POPPING out of her socket from how wide it got.

"Y - W - WHOOOA, whoa, whoa! WHOA! Whoa! Wedding!?" Vaggie interrupted, the remote sent ziplining across the room as she shot up like a trigger, eyeballing the scrapbook with a bewildered expression. Holy shit, her heart went from a resting, wrathful 103 to a rapid-pace 250 in five seconds flat. Her jaw was almost hitting her lap as the little girl just went on and on about this... EVENT, that SHE had no prior knowledge of! And given who she is in the scenario?? Yeah, she should know about that!! "HOLD ON. What are you talking about??"

Did she.. did she know something Vaggie didn't?? No WAY, right? NO way.

[harpianews]

With a protrusion of 18.2 mm, man holds the title of Guinness World Document for the farthest eyeball

With a protrusion of 18.2 mm, man holds the title of Guinness World Document for the farthest eyeball

physique components, and what you are able to do with them, earn you a world report, too. Meet Sidney de Carvalho Mesquita of Brazil – also referred to as Tio Chico – who holds the world report for the farthest eyeball pop (male). With a protrusion of 18.2 mm (0.71 in) out of its eye socket, mesquita has a medical situation referred to as ‘globe luxation’ – the place the eyeball protrudes extra…

[to-star-lake]

in the early days when you joined bonten as their new advisor, you spent a lot of time with koko; drawing up business plans, managing the books, overseeing construction on new clubs and buildings.

koko had the nicest office of all of the bonten leaders. it was on the top floor of a highrise in the middle of the shibuya business district. complete with high-end leather and mahogany furniture, and a gorgeous city view.

you'd spent time with each of the bonten executives when you joined and koko was probably your favorite to work with. you found takeomi too serious, kakucho boorish, mochi too macho, the haitani's were exhausting, and sanzu..well..

koko was like you; blunt and efficient with work, a little impatient, maybe a little condescending. you enjoyed your daily work with him in his office. it was always quiet, productive, and his assistants always served the best sencha.

except today.

today when you walked in through the mahogany double doors that led to his office, you were almost decked in the face by a toy rubber basketball.

"he shoots! he scores? no! he misses!" you heard a voice yell, followed by a maniacal cackling.

what...the hell is this? the floor of koko's office, which was normally clean, surgically clean, was littered with teddy bears, squeak toys, board games with their pieces strewn about haphazardly, a jump rope, a putting green, and a trash bin overflowing with crumpled candy wrappers.

the rubber basketball that almost hit your head rolled towards the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on one end of the room and you saw a kiddie basketball hoop attached to one of the shelves. and below that, sanzu, flopped on his stomach on the floor, a different flavored ring pop on each of his fingers.

"koko..i'm really bad at basketball," he grumbled, picking himself up and walked over to koko's desk, slamming his hands down on the surface, the sudden gust of wind almost blowing the stack of papers in front of koko away.

"oh no, well, why don't you go try the putt putt?" koko sighed, not even looking up from his work, waving his hand in the air like he was shooing away a fly. "ah, y/n! finally, someone sane. please, get over here, i need you to look at something," koko waved you over when he noticed you standing in the doorway.

you made your way across the minefield of toys on the floor and greeted sanzu as he walked past you. "good morning," you smiled cordially.

he sauntered past you, looking down at you through bloodshot, half-shut eyes, his usual sinister smile plastered wide across his face. he'd opened his mouth to say, "good morning, little prin-" but then stepped on a pile of toy soldiers and tripped, tumbling to the floor, his long limbs getting all tangled up in themselves.

"uh... hey, koko?" you took a seat in the armchair beside the desk, setting your laptop down on the tabletop. "what's going on here? where's mikey?"

koko let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes. "sometimes mikey goes off on his own, and when he does, the rest of us have to take turns...babysitting," he nodded at the gangly man with bubblegum colored hair with a plastic toy putter in his hands. "i pulled the short straw today," he sighed, pushing the large binder of documents he was looking at over to you.

"koko!!"

"jesus, what now?" koko looked up, so annoyed you could almost see the steam coming out his ears.

"there's no balls," sanzu pointed at the putting green on the floor.

"well, who decided to ambush people by pelting them with the balls outside the bathroom last time?"

sanzu stared back at koko blankly.

"ugh, nevermind. could you play with something else? y/n and i have work to do." koko scooted his seat closer to you, and began circling a few line items on the page in front of you. "got this today from the guys over at the club in akasaka. these totals look off to you?"

you glanced over the document, and flipped back a few pages and reviewed the itemized lists also included in the binder. "damn," you said, looking up at koko. "these assholes are skimming."

koko opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a sudden loud popping noise. both of you turned to see sanzu on the floor, pulling the heads off of a pile of barbie and ken dolls.

koko raised his hands to his temples, the frown lines between his eyebrows deepening by the second. "jesus christ, this psychotic clown, if he wasn't the number 2 I swear to god-” he muttered under his breath.

"hey, sanzu?" you called out and sanzu's head jerked up to look at you, his eyes suddenly bright and attentive, like a child amongst the sea of toys on the floor.

"yes, princess?" he called back.

"could you go on a coffee run for us?"

sanzu tilted his head a little, confused. "a coffee...run?"

"yeah...you know, to buy coffee?"

he blinked, still confused.

"to buy...starbucks?"

"ah! you want me to buy you starbucks," he suddenly shot up.

"yes! yes, please, for me and koko, that would be great," you smiled, thinking you were finally getting somewhere with him.

he walked over to the desk. "anything for you, princess. and you can call me haru," he hummed, taking a bright pink ring pop off his finger and sliding it onto your ring finger, and a blue one onto koko's ring finger. "be back in a flash."

he turned to walk out of the office, whistling and not bothering to avoid the toys scattered on the floor, simply stepping on them as he went.

the doors closed behind him and you turned to koko, "now we can get some work done."

"let's hope he takes his time," koko rolled his eyes, sliding the ring pop off his finger, holding onto only the plastic part as gingerly as possible, a disgusted look on his face because he could tell sanzu had definitely licked the candy already.

"is it always like this when mikey's away?"

"sanzu? yeah, pretty much. but mikey tolerates him cus he's been with him longer than any of us, he's his loyal mad dog," koko sighed. "but that bastard's insane. apparently back in the day he got moved back and forth between all of mikey's captains cus nobody could handle him."

"wow. yeah, i guess i can see that," you glanced over at all the toys scattered on the floor. "seems pretty tough for you too."

"oh, i've actually done the best with him," koko scoffed. "last time, he was the haitani brothers' responsibility, they decided to take him to a hostess club. thought it'd be a good distraction for him. crazy maniac decided to pay for all the women there."

"all of them? that's..that's a lot-"

"no, that's not the crazy part. he paid for all the women, and then made them line up against the wall with liquor bottles on top of their heads and he used them for target practice." koko ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "anyway, who knows when he's gonna be back so we should try to get as much done as possible while he's away."

you nodded. the two of you worked dilligently, reviewing the rest of the books collected from bonten's other clubs and businesses in town, making one stack for ones that pass, and one that required additional scrutiny.

after a while, you stretched your arms up over your head, noticing the sun hung high in the sky and glanced at the clock on the wall. it read 12:15.

"i wonder where he is," you said, realizing it'd been almost two and a half hours since he left.

"who knows what that lunatic gets up to," koko sighed, turning the page of the binder he was leafing through.

"i actually could've used some coffee though," you yawned.

"i can have my girls make some sencha-"

just then the doors to his office burst open, and sanzu staggered in, eyes blood red, a blue gift bag in one hand, the other dragging a giant 10-foot teddy bear behind him.

"and suddenly my headache's back," koko muttered and sanzu approached the two of you at the desk.

sanzu dragged the huge teddy bear over and plopped it beside you. "i got this for you, princess."

"hah..um...where'd you get this..giant thing?" you didn't even know where to begin.

"there's a carnival downtown. i got it playing a shooting game," he grinned from ear to ear. koko groaned, knowing sanzu, by 'shooting game' he probably meant he threatened to shoot the person manning the booth if he didn't give him the bear.

"hah..i see, thank you. but why is it missing its eyes?" you asked, looking at the bear's face and noticing the eyeballs had been ripped out, only some tattered threads remained in the sockets.

"they were ugly," sanzu shrugged. "koko, i got you something too," he dropped the gift bag down in front of koko.

"thanks.." koko reached into the bag and pulled out a tiny cross-stitched sweater which could've only been made for an infant. "uh...dude, what is this?"

"it's a sweater for your chihuahua," sanzu explained, yawning and plopping down onto a chair by the desk.

"i don't have a chihuahua?"

"i could've sworn you did," sanzu tilted his head, as though in deep thought. "oh, i guess it's just you that's always yapping. it's amazing y/n puts up with this every day," he laughed, but his tone was filled with hostility.

you saw koko's body tense in your periphery and you quickly spoke up to diffuse the sudden tension. "haru, did you get coffee?"

"coffee? oh! the starbucks. yes, i did."

you stared back at him. "that's great, uh...so where is it?"

"on the corner of harajuku square, by yoyogi station," he smiled.

"what?"

"oh my god," koko groaned, raising his palms to his eyes and rubbing them in circles.

you looked back and forth between koko and sanzu.

koko took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, turning to look at you. "he bought the starbucks."

[wolfiafuntime]

Fazbear's Technician II | FNAF X Reader

Alright, I'm gonna be honest: I technically lied when I wrote that the fic was so long I had to split it up into two parts. In truth, when I wrote that, I hadn't even written the second part yet. But I have written the second part now, and I've discovered that it's so long that I had to split this fic up into three parts...

No, the third part hasn't been written yet, either. But it's currently midnight for me, and I'm tired, so I'm just gonna write that tomorrow.

Word Count: 1,878 Page Number: 5.6 Proofread: No Publishing Date: November 1st, 2021

Key:

(Y/N) - Your Name

Layout for FFFUP's Basement:

Climbing down the stairs to the basement, you gave a quick 'hello' to a passing Withered Freddy, who was slowly but surely making his way up the stairs. He gave a grunt back, clearly focused on the task at hand. Exiting the lower storage room, you made a hard left and headed straight for the Rockstar Storage room. You passed by Funtime Foxy on your way there, but you didn't do anything more than give him a small wave. Because if you did, you'd spend over half the night trapped in a conversation with him. A few more seconds later, you made another right turn, and entered the Rockstar Storage. The room wasn't that different from the other storage rooms. The wall connected to the doorway had a large desk against it, with drawers filled with fuses, spare eyes, music boxes, Fazbear Entertainment Restaurant-Grade Chemispray™, and various other things. On top of the desk was a pair of small machines to clean eyes, various tools, and a manual for tuning guitars. Meanwhile, the rightmost wall was lined with various shelves, which held various parts to Rockstar suits. The back wall had five charging stations, each one with a different design, as each one was meant for a different animatronic - although that didn't really matter. All of the animatronics could charge from the same station if they wanted to. This was just a way for them to have something personal in the establishment. Finally, there was a lost and found bin, along with a trash bin, to the left of the door. There was also a table in the middle of the room, which the Animatronics would either sit on or lay down on whenever they needed repairs. Just like Lefty did. "Hey, Lefty." You greeted, placing your clipboard down and making your way to the eye drawer. Pulling it open, you began to search for a light orange eyeball. "Hello (Y/N)," Lefty greeted back, staying perfectly still. Although this behavior wasn't new for him, it was hard for you to remember that he wasn't a robot, and simply residing inside of one. You often wondered who's ghost was possessing him, and you wondered if they were that robotic when they were still alive, or if they had fallen into some sort of depression after their death. You wouldn't be surprised if they did, even if depression was an ironically hard thing to fall into here. "How was your day?" "It was good," You hummed, finally finding the light orange eye as you spoke. Hastily, you grabbed it, popped it into one of the eye-cleaning machines, and walked up to Lefty. "Woke up at noon, talked with my Mom, went to school. The usual. My semester's almost over, though, so that's cool." "That sounds nice." "It is... You know, I should get you guys some books. That way, you guys'll have more things to do than play games, sing songs, and sit around." "That also sounds nice." "It does, doesn't it?" You asked rhetorically, your smile widening. "Now, please stay still, I have to remove your left eye." Lefty silently complied, allowing you to reach your hand into his socket, and firmly grip the black orb. Carefully, you pulled it out, and brought it over to the second eye-cleaning machine. The first one was already done with its task, but you paid it no mind. You would get the eyes when you were done checking the inside of Lefty's head. Making your way back to Lefty, you continued to talk to him. Most of the animatronics got antsy when you had to remove their eyes, as their vision became substantially worse because of it, so you talked to them in an effort to calm them down. You had no idea if it worked for Lefty or not, but you didn't really care. If he had a problem with it, he would tell you. You encouraged all of the animatronics to tell you their problems, telling them that you wouldn't be able to properly fix them if they didn't open up. And you made sure they knew that, while you alone couldn't fix their personal issues, you were willing to do everything you could to help them. Once you were back in front of Lefty, you searched for the two black buttons hidden on the underside of his jaw. It wasn't hard, and once

you found them, you warned Lefty. Because if you didn't, you would accidentally trigger an attack, and the last thing you needed was to be knocked to the ground and pinned down by a blind, six-foot-tall robot bear. When his faceplate was up, you started inspecting his right eye socket. Quickly, you found that the left plug was loose. Which was weird, because they were built to last. "Has anyone been messing with your eyes, lately?" You asked, mentally scolding yourself for not asking that earlier. "No. But Goldie punched me in the eye last night." Lefty admitted, and your eyes widened. "What?! When??" You questioned. "Ten minutes from six AM. And, in Goldie's defense, Trap provoked him. When Goldie went to throw the punch, Trap pulled me in front of him." Lefty explained. Sighing heavily, you tilted your head downwards and pinched the bridge of your nose. Golden Freddy and Springtrap fighting wasn't anything new, but it hadn't gotten old yet. Thankfully, their fights almost never got physical. And when it did, it was almost always because of Springtrap. The jerk just loved to start crap. "Alright, I'll deal with him. Just wait here for a sec, okay? I need to get you a new eye plug." You instructed, waiting for his reply before going to leave. "Okay." Lefty said. And with that, you walked out of the room, and started making your way to the stair-side storage. As you walked, Classic Freddy appeared from the stair/storage room. He appeared to be looking for someone, and that someone appeared to be you, as a look or recognition came onto his face once he spotted you. "Hey, (Y/N)!" Freddy called, speed-walking over to you and meeting you halfway. "Hello, Mister Fazbear. How has your night been?" You asked, pausing for only a second so he could turn and walk with you. "Eh, it's too early to tell. But that's not why I'm here." Freddy replied. "Is it because I'm making an announcement tonight?" You asked, despite already knowing the answer. Freddy was always curious about what was going on in 'his' restaurant. Whether it was expired cheese getting put on a pizza and making a bunch of kids sick, or Bonnie getting a hand stuck in the claw machine for the tenth time that week, he would find out about it. "Yup. I heard that you wanted everyone there, and, I have to admit: I'm pretty worried." Freddy confessed, following you into the storage/stair room. However, he stopped by the doorway, allowing you some space to search for eye plugs. The things were in one of the many box-lined shelves here - you just had to find out which. "Oh, it's nothing to worry about, Freddy. Although, you should know that the restaurant will be temporarily for the next month. It's nothing major, you're just going to be getting some new things. And those new things are going to take some time to implement." You explained, making sure to keep your words intentionally vague. Opening one of the boxes, you took a peek inside, only to find that was a spare Endo-Bonnie ear. "And what exactly are these new things? Arcade games?" Freddy questioned. "Some are, yeah. The other things, though, I can't tell you about. I don't want the Nightmares to spread any bad rumors." You said. Opening another box, you found a spare Foxy hook. Which shouldn't have been there, but you didn't know which Foxy it belonged to, so you were just gonna leave it. "They're gonna do that no matter what." "Yeah, but I don't wanna give them material to work with," Opening a third box, you found that it was full of eye plugs. "Aha!" You exclaimed cheerfully, grabbing one and walking up to Freddy. "The announcement will be before Funtime Foxy's show, so make sure to be there. Also, Springtrap tricked Goldie into punching Lefty, so can you get someone to pin Trap so Goldie can have his rightful revenge? Thanks." Walking out of the stair/storage room, you once again made your way down the hall. And, despite the fact that multiple animatronics were walking around, you could tell that Freddy was following you. "Actually, do you mind telling me how that

happened?

Specifically?" Freddy asked. "Oh, I don't know that. But you can ask Lefty when I'm done replacing his eye plug," You replied, making a hard left back into the Rockstar's Storage room. "I'm back!" You announced, quickly grabbing a screwdriver from the desk as you walked back up to the black bear. "Okay." Lefty replied blankly. Placing the plug down next to Lefty, you leaned to Lefty's right, and told the Rockstar that you were going to unscrew his left eye plug. And as you did so, Freddy made some conversation with you. Which was weird, as he should've left to search out Max by now. Perhaps they already met? But that wouldn't make sense, as Freddy would've spent an hour questioning him. "So, what are you doing after this?" Freddy asked, waiting patiently by the door. "Depends. I've gotta do things on two opposite ends of the building, and then search the building for nine different animatronics and check up on them. By the way, one of those animatronics is you, so heads up." You warned, removing Lefty's loose plug and tossing it into the trash. You then grabbed the new one and started screwing it in. "Does anything involve going into the kitchen?" Freddy asked, a slightly hopeful tone to his voice. You furrowed your eyebrows at the question, and openly shot the brown bear a suspicious look. "No, why? Did something happen?" You turned your head towards the camera, checking to see if Max was peering in on your conversation. When you didn't see any red light, you turned back to Freddy. "Is there a dead body in there?" "No, but the Chica's are excited tonight. I think it's because Christmas is gonna be here soon. You should avoid them! I don't want you getting jump scared." Freddy said, and you gave him a flattered smile. "Awe, thanks, Fazbear. I'll make sure to avoid them... Well, as best as I can, seeing as I need to check up on the Classic, Toy, and Funtime Chicas before the end of the night," Turning the screw a few more times, you were done with Lefty's eye plug. "Alright, I'm almost done, Lefty. I just gotta put your eyes back in and close up your faceplate, and you'll be good to go." After patting Lefty on the shoulder, you went to grab his eyes. The trip took only seconds, and putting them in and closing Lefty up was even shorter. Which was good. Hopefully, it wouldn't take long to do everything else. You wanted to relax tonight, what with it being your anniversary and all.

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omg the tags on your pic of kiryu and majima ... U RLY OUT HERE ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS. Like nobody ever questions majima'a eye like ????? Is he ok did he see a doctor

LMFAO I CANT BELIEVE U READ MY TAGS AHHAHA IM USUALLY JUST THINKING OUT LOUD BUT I ALWAYS FORGET ITS OUT THERE FOR PPL TO SEE LOLOL ((i love it when yall get back to me tho, i dont always see replies to a post cuz it gets lost in the notifs, so asks r a bonus! not that asks arent sometime also eaten but lol.. ty for taking the time to get back to me

now down to business, ya i was low key worried aaa wounds need to be disinfected and taken care of properly asap esp a STAB WOUND to the mcfreakin EYE ummm??? dangerous as hell? probs shouldve went to a hospital n gotten surgery did they let our boii do that b4 dragging him to the Dungeon?? T_T

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Chapter 63: The Queen’s Inheritance (II) {cw: gore}

"Can't we go in right now?" Qi Leren asked.　

"I'm afraid this isn’t an open half field," Ning Zhou judged by experience.

Qi Leren recalled the situation when he was with the Slaughter Secret Society. Indeed, without Mrs Kathleen as his guide, he wouldn’t have been able to blend with the Slaughter Secret Society to enter the half-field, so it seemed that they would have to ask Celia to do something about this.

Qi Leren came out from behind the column, walked to the lake, and looked at it. Ning Zhou squatted down and scooped up a handful of lake water. The blue fluorescence was not algae or plankton upon closer inspection, but was a kind of jellyfish with a deep blue light. The jellyfish felt the abnormal fluctuations in the water’s surface and slipped away quickly.

Standing in front of the inclined temple, looking at the half engulfed by the lake water and the vast underground lake beyond, Qi Leren suddenly had a strange feeling like being in a trance, as if something was staring at him from the void. He couldn't see it, but he had imagined it in his mind—a huge, omniscient and omnipotent eyeball.

As if by instinct, he took out something from his inventory that he had only recently received.

"Leviathan's Eyeball. It’s what I got from the last copy." Qi Leren handed the thing to Ning Zhou.

"Full of evil and chaotic power," Ning Zhou commented.

"In the last copy, there was a cosmic alien called an amphioctopus, which bred through parasitism and could even destroy human civilization... Is there such a creature in the Nightmare World?" Qi Leren asked.

"Yes," Ning Zhou said. "Many."

It's a terrible world, Qi Leren thought to himself, and listened as Ning Zhou continued to say: "Sometimes there are some incredible connections between this world and the copy worlds. For example, a copy polluted by evil power. In addition, there are some powerful evil creatures in this world, such as demons and devils, and there will be their projections... or insinuations of them in the copy worlds."

"You mean that the octopus I met was probably the projection of a creature in the Nightmare World?"

"Hmm."

Qi Leren picked up Leviathan's Eyeball again and held it over his head for careful observation. Although it had hardened, it didn't feel terrible to the touch, but staring at it carefully, there was still an unsettling fear. But the strange thing was, while he was staring at it, that kind of fear turned into an enraptured impulse. The more you were afraid, the more you wanted to be close to it...

"Don't look too close!" Ning Zhou's voice pierced Qi Leren’s trance like a sword.

Qi Leren's hands shook. The eyeball suddenly fell into the water, and it rolled along the sloping ground toward the lake at the bottom. Qi Leren stepped into the water to pick up the eyeball, but all of a sudden, the eyeball in the water glowed with a faint blue light. The jellyfish in the lake seemed to feel the call of some mysterious force, and the whole lake was shrouded in blue light and shadow.

Qi Leren picked up the eyeball and stuffed it into his item bar. Ning Zhou took his hand. They were swallowed up by the mysterious blue light, and disappeared into the abandoned building.

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A magnificent underwater temple appeared in front of Qi Leren. He didn’t bother to take a look at it and immediately turned to see Ning Zhou. The two men looked at each other with four eyes, and he was relieved.

"What is this place?" Qi Leren lowered his voice and asked.

Before them, there was a temple that seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the lake, which is obviously in the style of the Holy See. However, the original white columns and sculptures had fallen over time, and their decadence had become ruins in the earthly world. Because of the bone lamps on the steps and the singing from inside the depths of the temple, there was a gloomy and evil atmosphere.

"The cult worshippers’ half-field," Ning Zhou said seriously, striding toward the remnants of the Holy See inside this lake. 

Qi Leren quickly followed up and looked around as he walked. Although it looked like the bottom of a lake, there was no water. There seemed to be an invisible barrier above them. The world outside the barrier was filled with a deep and remote blue light, which might have been the jellyfish in the lake.

There is no cult guard outside the temple. They were confident that no one would enter here, but it happened that Qi Leren and Ning Zhou had accidentally set foot in this boundary.

The sound of chanting from the temple was becoming more and more obscure, and the rhythm was getting faster and faster. A strange fanatical atmosphere infected the believers inside. They start shouting a word that they didn't understand, repeating, repeating, repeating...

It was also this word that allowed Ning Zhou to identify the identity of this group of people—the fanatical worshippers of Utopia.

"Let’s go in and have a look?" Qi Leren mouthed. Although it sounds like the fanatics inside were still amid their ceremony, they hadn’t started to slaughter the sacrifices. If they started the massacre, many more people would die, and Qi Leren still wanted to save  as many innocent people as he could.

Ning Zhou nodded, and they went in from behind the temple.

After entering the temple, the scene inside was very amazing. The dark crowd knelt down in front of a strange altar, bowing down and singing loudly, and a black mist hung over the altar.

The ragged sacrifices stood up and walked towards the altar. When they stepped into the black mist, the tentacles covered with lesions stretched out from inside it, and the quiet sacrifices were subsumed into the black. The sounds of tearing flesh were drowned out by the fanatical chanting, and the shrieks of the sacrifices were swallowed up by the thick fog, leaving only a deep pool of blood, like the dirty blood of this festering land...

The rest of the sacrifices turned a blind eye to this cruel scene. They were like a flock of blind lambs, being led to the precarious cliff under the guidance of the shepherds.

Amidst this scene, Qi Leren was cold and trembling. What was the strange creature in the mist? What Qi Leren thought of at first was the second part of the main task [Sacrifice of the Devil King]. Did these cult believers worship the Devil of Slaughter? Were they offering cult sacrifices for the Devil of Slaughter’s resurrection?

Qi Leren held the necklace given to him by the Prophet. This metal feather with a steampunk appearance brought him great psychological comfort. When he thought carefully, it sounded quite just to have an angel come to a site of cult sacrifice.

Qi Leren poked Ning Zhou with his elbow. Ning Zhou put his finger to his lips and pointed to a sacrifice who was heading for the altar.

The sacrifice had his head down, moving forward step by step, but his stature was very high and his steps were steady. As he walked through them, the worshippers were constantly bowing down, just like he was passing through ants fighting for their turf, and he was turning a blind eye to their survival.

This man, something was wrong with him.

Even Qi Leren noticed this. As the distance between him and the altar became closer and closer, the man no longer concealed his incompatibility. The worshippers who guarded the ceremony around the altar stood up and shouted at him.

The failed sacrifice smiled, and a shining silver tangdao appeared in his hand. With the single sword, he easily separated the two guards’ heads from their bodies! The broken and bleeding corpses were swept away by the monster in the black mist on the altar and were devoured greedily.

This sudden incident plunged the whole ceremony into chaos. The worshippers in the front row rushed up waving their weapons, while the worshippers in the back row didn’t know what had happened. They dodged around in panic and crashed into the group of sacrifices. The originally unconscious sacrifices suddenly woke up from their confused state, screaming and fleeing everywhere, and the whole scene became a chaotic whirlpool.

"Go!" Ning Zhou took out the Sword of Judgment and went up to protect the fleeing sacrifices.

Qi Leren hesitated, and didn’t activate "Prophet’s Heart".

The chaotic situation didn't affect the mysterious sacrifice’s rampage. He held the tangdao and didn't entangle himself with the worshippers, because his attention was always focused on the unknown creatures in the black mist. He rushed to the altar amid the screams of the worshippers!

The monster hiding in the black mist on the altar sensed the breath of the living, and stretched out its ferocious tentacles from the black abyss. Tentacles full of lesions snaked on the ground, while the sacrifice ran wildly to avoid being entangled by them, easily cutting off the disgusting tentacles with his sword.

The attack angered the monster in the black mist. In the chaos, the strange, huge, and evil creature let out a roar as if it had come from the abyss. This horrible sound is neither like a human’s or an animal’s voice. It was more like a roar that brings together the evil forces in the world, leading to the dark desires in the human heart!

The worshippers' eyes began to redden, and they tore at their hair and screamed like wolves. The fragile worshippers’ eyeballs popped, and their empty eye sockets sprayed continuously with blood. They cried and frantically attacked all living things around them, whether they were worshippers like themselves or innocent sacrifices. And their fallen bodies fell to the monster in the black mist, that gluttonously swallowed them up one by one.

The entire altar in the lake was like a bloody hell on earth. There, an indescribable force had gathered, as if it was the source of all forces in the world, and it could dominate everything!

In the void, an eye suddenly opened.

It was a scarlet eye, which looked down at what was happening in the altar with malice.

"Don't look up!" Ning Zhou’s voice sounded in the distance.

But it was too late. In the group of fanatic worshippers, Qi Leren looked up and saw the scarlet eye. Suddenly, his mind went blank. He seemed to hear a woman's light laughter. She said in a gentle and compassionate voice:

"Come on, let the glory of Utopia shelter your poor soul. You no longer have to suffer in this world. In my country, you will enjoy eternal life with me."

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Editor’s Notes: Has anyone guessed who the man with the tangdao is yet? He’s a fun little easter egg ;)

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UPDATED AGAIN! NEW AND IMPROVED MAY 17, 2022!

I’ve done my best to improve eye-popping issues, and also reshaped the eye slightly to make the seam look a little nicer so you have a little more sculpting freedom without having to worry about making things look odd. I also finally fixed the preset thumbnails, so you don’t have to look at the ugly ea-generated ones anymore :) If you redownload and replace the old package, your cyclopses should update to the new version just fine. The eye shape should be very close to the original, so they most likely won’t need any fixing after you update. If you’ve used an older version of these presets, you may need to clear your caches for the thumbnails to show up.

Whoa! Not a piece of cc I expected to make, but when I figured out I could, I knew it was my duty.

This is an eye preset that contorts your beloved sims’ faces into that of a cyclops. Because its a preset, it still moves and uses sliders, opens/closes like a regular eye.

However, because it’s one very large eyeball taking up 2 eye sockets, stuff gets a little fucky sometimes. In a lot of ‘normal’ facial expressions, the eye looks perfectly fine. But if they turn it too far, then the eyeball pops out of the eye socket a little bit. I think I’ve minimized this to the best of my ability without sacrificing the Look. It also might look a little wonky if the sim winks.

It should appear near the top of your eye presets, and all three sizes have a custom thumbnail.

It also doesn’t always look great out of the box, you gotta play with the nose sliders usually and the eye sliders a bit.

I recommend using them with a monobrow/unibrow, but like. Obviously make your sims however you want!

Enabled for all ages, genders, and occults. It should be genetic? I haven’t tested

**UPDATE**: Now it comes in three sizes! Original, larger, and extra large! These are included all in the same package. If you already downloaded, please redownload! The bigger eyes have slightly more noticeable clipping, but it’s not too much worse! (Note: you will likely need to do more face tweaking the larger the eye, I had to squish my models nose so it didn’t poke through)

‘But how does it look with makeup and glasses?’

Makeup looks shockingly good. The eyelids merge in just the right spot, though on some eyeshadows there is a bit of a noticeable seam. One of the images shows an eyeshadow where each eye is a different color, so you can more easily see the seam in the center.

It doesn’t change any glasses as far as I’ve seen, so they may look a bit silly, but I have some custom-made glasses available here. But the 3d lashes that I’ve tried DO work.

Anyway, I think that’s all! I would love to see the cyclopses you all make, so feel free to tag me if you post screenshots of this preset!

Look below the cut for images of in-game eyeball pop outs

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Kaleidoscope of Death, Ch. 75

Kaleidoscope of Death by Xi Zixu Link to Chinese / Link to ongoing Taida Translations

Chapter 75: Qianshan

Though Ruan Nanzhu mocked him about it, Luo Qianshan really didn't dare to 'know this good thing.'

Bottom line was, anyone who could get to this door and still seem leisurely about it, no matter how harmless they may look, was surely no saint. Just like this beautiful woman who called herself Zhu Meng before him—she was not somebody to be trifled with.

"Go on, say what you actually came to discuss with us," Ruan Nanzhu spoke.

"It's about the key," Luo Qianshan said. "We found where it is, but…" His tone went a bit strained. "But we can't get our hands on it."

Ruan Nanzhu, "what do you mean by can't?"

Luo Qianshan, straight-forwardly, "we're not skilled enough."

At this, Ruan Nanzhu's expression was inscrutable. "Not skilled enough? I think you two siblings are actually pretty good at this."

Luo Qianshan didn't make any excuses, just flipped up his palms in a what can you do gesture.

"Continue." Ruan Nanzhu knew there was more Luo Qianshan wanted to say.

Luo Qianshan said, "so I wanted to come and make a deal. I'll tell you the clue to the key…"

Here, he paused.

Ruan Nanzhu waited for him to go on. There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world, after all.

"But when you leave here, you have to bring along me and Qianshui," was Luo Qianshan's condition.

"That's it?" A look of assessment appeared in Ruan Nanzhu's eyes, as if he was trying to determine how much Luo Qianshan was lying about.

"That's it," Luo Qianshan spoke staunchly.

Ruan Nanzhu nodded. "Tell us."

He took the deal.

"The key is in that burning room," Luo Qianshan said. "But the condition to getting the key is particular. You have to go in at night…"

At this, Lin Qiushi questioned, "you two have gone inside?"

Luo Qianshan shook his head. "No. We only saw the key from the door. We haven't gone in."

"Then how do you know the key's inside?" Though Luo Qianshan seemed very earnest, Lin Qiushi kept sensing something off about him. The role of the key inside the door was far too important; this man was so easily giving them its location, so were things truly as he said, or did he have some other motive?

"We saw it," Luo Qianshan said. "The door was open at the time…"

Ruan Nanzhu said, "if the door was open why couldn't you go in?"

Luo Qianshan's expression went a bit awkward.

"Because that mother and child were in there."

Silence.

Ruan Nanzhu spoke: "So you came to tell us because you want us to go in?" He asked, "didn't you see the placard on our door?"

Luo Qianshan frowned.

Ruan Nanzhu, "didn't you see the number on it? Our room's the last one. Even if this whole floor burns, we're going to be the last to die."

Luo Qianshan sighed. "I'm not trying to send you on a suicide mission. If you're willing, we can work together."

Ruan Nanzhu, "how?"

Luo Qianshan, "we'll be responsible for luring the mother and daughter elsewhere, and you guys will be responsible for getting the key."

At this, Ruan Nanzhu lifted a brow. "You're certain?"

Luo Qianshan, "I'm certain."

"I don't believe you," was Ruan Nanzhu's reply. "Unless you give us a demonstration first, and show yourselves to be sincere."

Luo Qianshan was silent for a while. "It's too dangerous to do, we can't give a demonstration."

Ruan Nanzhu, "sorry then."

Luo Qianshan met Ruan Nanzhu's eyes, and each saw in the other's gazes an unchangeable obstinacy. He sighed without further attempts at persuasion, and got up from his chair. He went to the door, and just as he was leaving, he glanced back at Ruan Nanzhu.

"I just want to let you know, if it really comes down to it, the last ones standing will definitely be me and Qianshui."

Ruan Nanzhu stared at him in icy silence.

"See you." Luo Qianshan smiled, and left.

Ruan Nanzhu watched him go, eyebrows furrowing.

Lin Qiushi, "where's he getting that confidence from?" When Luo Qianshan and Ruan Nanzhu were speaking just now, he'd also used the bronze mirror to look at Luo Qianshan's feet, confirming he was a live human.

Ruan Nanzhu shook his head, answering lowly, "if Luo Qianshan can say that, then he definitely has his own trump card."

Lin Qiushi didn't reply.

Ruan Nanzhu, thoughtfully, "if we get the chance tonight, let's go take a look inside that room."

Lin Qiushi nodded. During their conversation, Cheng Yixie didn't speak at all. Here though, his lips lightly parted: "There's that burnt smell on Luo Qianshan too."

"What?" Lin Qiushi startled.

"It's on him too, though it's faint," Cheng Yixie said. "But I really did smell it."

With this revelation, both Ruan Nanzhu and Lin Qiushi went silent.

There was the burnt smell on Luo Qianshan too? Did he have something to do with those people burnt to death then? But Luo Qianshan was definitely human. Why would that smell be on a living person?

"Was it there yesterday?" Ruan Nanzhu asked Cheng Yixie.

Cheng Yixie shook his head, and answered with certainty, "no."

This was very odd indeed.

Ruan Nanzhu's expression was ambiguous: "Maybe Luo Qianshan is telling the truth."

Lin Qiushi, "hm?"

Ruan Nanzhu, "he really is guaranteed to be the last survivor."

They just didn't know yet what that guarantee was.

As the day ended, another evening alighted.

On their way back to their room, Lin Qiushi noticed that Xia-jie standing in the hallway, facing a wall and muttering under her breath with an expression so strained as to be scary.

Though she was quiet, Lin Qiushi still heard what she was murmuring. It was one phrase she kept repeating: don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me—

Lin Qiushi recalled Xiao Mian, who'd died in an accident by Xia-jie's hands that morning. According to the rules inside the door, it was unlikely that Xia-jie would live through the night.

As he thought this, Lin Qiushi refrained from looking back at Xia-jie, turning and entering his own room.

The darker the night got, the quieter the city went. The darkness was like a canopy, looming over and covering everybody.

Around nine PM, Lin Qiushi heard the sound of glass shattering in the corridor. He glanced at Ruan Nanzhu and Cheng Yixie, but neither of them seemed to have heard it.

After a brief hesitation, Lin Qiushi asked, "did you guys hear that?"

Ruan Nanzhu shook his head. "Hear what?"

Lin Qiushi, "the sound of glass breaking. Should I go take a look?"

Ruan Nanzhu, "go ahead."

So Lin Qiushi got up, approached the peephole, and looked outside.

Because of the angle, he could only see Xia-jie.

Xia-jie was still standing where she had been, but she wasn't muttering anymore. Her eyes stared straight forward, eyeballs bulging so much they seemed ready to pop out of their sockets. Lin Qiushi couldn't see what Xia-jie was seeing, but he did see a pair of hands—a pair of hands slowly descending from the mirror on the ceiling.

Those hands were dripping with fresh blood. They descended behind Xia-jie just like that, and, from the back, clasped Xia-jie's head.

Xia-jie's whole body spasmed. She seemed to want to scream, but the sound gagged in her throat. She wanted to turn to see what had gotten a hold of her head, but as her body tried to swivel backward, her head was kept looking ahead.

Crack. Lin Qiushi heard a crisp crunch—the sound of bones breaking.

The long thin arms coming from the ceiling had taken hold of Xia-jie's head, and then twisted, viciously, counterclockwise. Just like that they'd torn Xia-jie's head from her body.

All this happened in absolute silence. Lin Qiushi held his breath tightly in.

That pair of hands slowly retracted. As he stared, Lin Qiushi seemed to hear the soft giggle of a young woman.

Xia-jie died like that, body toppling onto the floor. Blood gushed out and soaked the carpet.

It was at this moment that Lin Qiushi's body suddenly froze. He felt a cool gaze casted down from above his head. Lin Qiushi slowly looked up, and saw that, at some point, a figure holding Xia-jie's head had appeared in the mirror above him. From her appearance, it was the girl who'd died that day, Xiao Mian…

Xiao Mian was inside the mirror, Lin Qiushi outside.

Through that thin pane of glass, the two watched each other in silence.

Lin Qiushi saw a touch of malice coagulate in Xiao Mian's eyes. She slowly loosened her grip, and Xia-jie's head fell straight out of the mirror and onto Lin Qiushi's body.

Then, her figure disappeared from that side of the mirror.

Thunk! It was the sound of a heavy object hitting the floor.

Ruan Nanzhu and Cheng Yixie looked toward Lin Qiushi, finding him half-drenched in blood with a human head beside him, its eyes still open in death.

Face stony, Lin Qiushi turned to look at Ruan Nanzhu.

"What do I do?"

Ruan Nanzhu came to stand in front of Lin Qiushi. When he saw the bloody head, he cocked his own head in contemplation.

"Throw it out?"

Lin Qiushi, "I… don't want to touch it with my hands."

Ruan Nanzhu, "oh. Then we'll kick it out."

As he spoke he pulled the door open a gap, and then socked the human head on the floor right out. He managed all this in a fluid motion, like he'd done this many times before.

Lin Qiushi cleared his throat. "She won't try to come get revenge on us, right?"

"Revenge for what?" Ruan Nanzhu replied indifferently. "We're not the ones who killed her. And to do something like this and still be scared of dying?" He was talking about how Xia-jie intentionally brought newbies inside, testing the death conditions with the newbies' lives.

Lin Qiushi let out a breath, and eyed the mirror above his head. "Those things seem to be able to travel through the mirrors…"

Ruan Nanzhu also looked at the mirror, but didn't reply.

Xia-jie died as per their expectations. And in a particularly awful way as well. Likely because he'd been psychologically prepared, Lin Qiushi didn't feel particularly shocked either… That was, until Xiao Mian threw the head on top of him.

Just as they spoke, that anxious scent of something burning started up outside again. As they'd hypothesized, the scope of burning rooms had extended further out today.

Lin Qiushi opened the door a crack, and saw at the end of the hallway a smother of scorched black, with flashes of fire licking through the building structure.

Behind the embers, the burnt mother and child were still standing—a bit further forward this time.

People from other rooms also opened their doors at the same time. Lin Qiushi saw Luo Qianshan and Luo Qianshui come out of their rooms as well.

"There's not much time left," Luo Qianshan suddenly said.

After he said this, Lin Qiushi realized the rooms in front were rapidly blackening—it wasn't just one room burning tonight.

"Hack, hack." Cheng Yixie was once again choked into coughing.

"I hope you can seriously consider our offer," Luo Qianshan spoke lightly.

Ruan Nanzhu replied, "we've considered." He and Luo Qianshan were looking in the same direction—at that mother-daughter pair, silently standing at the end of the hall. "You two prove you're sincere, and we'll take the risk."

Luo Qianshan was about to say something, but Luo Qianshui reached out an arm and stopped him.

Lin Qiushi thought that, based on Luo Qianshui's personality, she'd say something provocative. But instead, she nodded coolly.

"Okay, I'll show you we're sincere."

She stepped up to a mirror framed on the side of the corridor and extended a hand.

Something incredible occurred. Luo Qianshui's hand, without any obstruction, reached into the mirror in front of her—she could traverse between the world inside the mirrors and the world outside!

Lin Qiushi looked on, shocked, and even Ruan Nanzhu seemed a bit surprised.

But Luo Qianshui very quickly retracted her hand, saying, "but I' can't stay inside for long." She glanced at the burnt mother and child at the end of the hall. "That world belongs to them. If I stay inside for too long, I won't be able to come back out."

Ruan Nanzhu cocked his head. "If you can lure them away on your own, why doesn't your brother go get the key?"

"I need his help to enter the mirror, he doesn't have time to go get the key." Luo Qianshui seemed somewhat impatient with the explanation. "Will you do it or not?"

Ruan Nanzhu, "we'll think about it." He didn't agree immediately.

Luo Qianshui scoffed. Then she pulled Luo Qianshan back inside their room.

Ruan Nanzhu and Lin Qiushi returned to their room as well.

Ruan Nanzhu asked, "what do you think?"

Lin Qiushi thought about it. "I think we can take it." If the key really was in that room, taking this risk would be worth it.

"I think so too." Cheng Yixie clearly hated this world; with his sensitive nose, staying in this smokey high rise was indescribably torturous.

But Ruan Nanzhu seemed to be contemplating something.

"Let's sleep first." In the end though, Ruan Nanzhu didn't say anything, just: "It's late."

Lin Qiushi didn't force the matter either. After washing up, he got into bed.

Before sleeping however, Lin Qiushi's hand went to his pocket, in which that pretty bronze mirror was placed. He thought of something, eyes darkening slightly. Quickly though, they closed, and he fell to sleep.

The next morning, Lin Qiushi bumped into Luo Qianshan in the restaurant.

At breakfast each morning, group attendance was at its max. Lin Qiushi sat in a distant corner and began checking over everybody with the bronze mirror.

Ruan Nanzhu sat beside him, eating a hard-boiled egg. He mumbled around the egg, "how is it?"

Lin Qiushi, "…not great." There were a total of seventeen people in the group. Confirmed deaths were: Xiao Yan who'd burned to death, Wenjing who'd broken the mirrors and died, Xiao Mian who was killed by Xia-jie, and Xia-jie whom Xiao Mian had gotten revenge on. There ought to be thirteen people left alive.

But after using the mirror on everyone around him, Lin Qiushi discovered there weren't as many survivors as he'd thought.

Of the thirteen, at least four had redirected feet—heels in the front, toes pointing back. The way they walked was no different from everyone else, but it was precisely their normal appearances that sent a chill up the spine.

Cheng Yixie's brows pinched. "No wonder it stinks worse." The smell really was getting harder to bear.

As they were speaking, Luo Qianshan and Luo Qianshui happened to come in from outside.

Realizing something, Lin Qiushi guided the bronze mirror in his hand to where Luo Qianshui stood. What it reflected though, made Lin Qiushi freeze.

He even rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things wrong.

Two figures ought to have appeared on the mirror surface, but there was only Luo Qianshan's silhouette. His head was turned to the side, and he was smiling warmly, speaking lowly to thin air.

Lin Qiushi, "…" Luo Qianshui couldn't show up in the bronze mirror. What did that mean? She wasn't human?

Lin Qiushi didn't speak. He reached out and handed the mirror to Ruan Nanzhu, then gestured with a tilt of his chin at Luo Qianshui, indicating that Ruan Nanzhu should look at the reflection in the mirror.

Ruan Nanzhu took the mirror, and saw too the empty space beside Luo Qianshan. He murmured lowly, “interesting.”

Cheng Yixie saw the oddity about Luo Qianshui as well, and his brows puckered. "She's not human?"

Lin Qiushi thought that he couldn't say.

If Luo Qianshui wasn't human, then was she a special case? Everyone else had flipped feet, but she couldn't be seen at all.

So what was her relationship to the human Luo Qianshan then? Could they both be NPCs from inside this door? Though this thought came to mind, Lin Qiushi still felt there was something wrong.

With their previous questions unresolved, new problems were arising.

Lin Qiushi rubbed at the bronze mirror's smooth surface, sighing lightly in his heart.

Ruan Nanzhu though, got up, and walked right on over to Luo Qianshan and Luo Qianshui.

Lin Qiushi startled, getting up to follow, but Ruan Nanzhu said lightly, "you guys stay here. I'll go have a talk with them."

Lin Qiushi could only agree.

Cheng Yixie nodded.

Ruan Nanzhu came to Luo Qianshan and Luo Qianshui's table. Luo Qianshui had never liked Ruan Nanzhu, and this time was no exception; seeing him, she said unpleasantly, "what? You've thought it through? If you got something to say just keep standing there. I'm still hungry you know."

Ruan Nanzhu didn't reply. He just watched Luo Qianshui silently.

"Is something wrong?" Luo Qianshan asked compassionately. In terms of personality, Luo Qianshan seemed a lot friendlier than Luo Qianshui. But Lin Qiushi actually preferred dealing with someone like Luo Qianshui, whose feelings were all clearly written across her face.

Ruan Nanzhu still wasn't speaking.

Luo Qianshui was evidently a bit spooked by Ruan Nanzhu's gaze, and snapped, "there's something wrong with you. Why are you staring at me…" She seemed to think of something, and so declared, "my brother already has a girlfriend, so don't even think about it!"

Luo Qianshan looked on from the side, exasperated.

Lin Qiushi wanted to laugh for some reason.

All of a sudden Cheng Yixie whispered, "what are they saying?"

Lin Qiushi blinked, before realizing that with a normal person's hearing, Ruan Nanzhu's conversation wasn't audible from this far away.

"Lin Qiushi told Ruan Nanzhu that her brother has a girlfriend," Lin Qiushi explained to Cheng Yixie, holding back laughter.

At this, humor too surfaced in Cheng Yixie's eyes.

"Well aren't you full of yourself," Ruan Nanzhu said. "What don't you get about my taste in men?"

Luo Qianshui slammed her hand onto the table. "The hell do you mean! My brother's incredible, how dare you not like him!"

Ruan Nanzhu said, "but I already have someone I like."

Luo Qianshui, "who? Who do you like?!"

Luo Qianshan looked as if a headache was coming on. "Pardon me… What is it that you came to speak to us about? Qianshui, stop talking."

Luo Qianshui clearly wanted to keep talking, but after Luo Qianshan gripped her by the arm, she ceased with a mutinous expression. But it was obvious from her gaze—deep down in her heart, she already had countless objections to Ruan Nanzhu's person.

"I just came to chat about your offer yesterday." Ruan Nanzhu pulled out a chair, sitting down in front of Luo Qianshan like it was the most natural thing to do. "I think we can work together."

Luo Qianshan's eyes lit up.

"But, the hint from this door has to be ours." As he spoke, Ruan Nanzhu watched Luo Qianshui's expression from his periphery. "Will that be a problem?"

"No," Luo Qianshan said. "We can agree on this point."

Ruan Nanzhu tilted his head. "Are you actually related?"

"Yeah, why?" Luo Qianshan smiled. "Don't we look it?"

Ruan Nanzhu, "no."

Luo Qianshui's brows furrowed. "How are we not alike…"

But before she was even finished talking, she heard Ruan Nanzhu say, light as anything: "How could the dead and living be alike?"

The air seemed to congeal in an instant. Luo Qianshui's eyes were wide with shock, while Luo Qianshan's gaze, like nightfall, completely dimmed. He asked, "what are you saying?"

"Exactly what I said," Ruan Nanzhu answered. "Which door did your sister die in?"

Luo Qianshan shot up from his chair and roared, "shut up!"

But Ruan Nanzhu had already gotten the answer he wanted from that reaction. He nodded. "Don't be nervous, I won't use it against you. There's just something I wanted to confirm."

Luo Qianshui watched Ruan Nanzhu, brows pinched.

"Looking forward to working with you."

Ruan Nanzhu got up and left. It seemed these two really did come from outside the door, and weren't NPCs from the inside. If the answer had been the latter, then there would have been no need for their group and Luo Qianshan to work together.

Author's Note:

Halfway through typing up the chapter today, my cat shut off my computer. I could only type it all up again with tears in my eyes QAQ Woe really be me.

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