#kc answers stuff

[kichimiangra]

If Gulus Gammamon had been forced to play the role of Gammamon for an extended period, would he have been able to maintain the act, or would he have snapped and started behaving the way that he wanted to? "Big bro, I'm not a baby, I have to learn how to talk like an adult."

"Ruli, you don't need to worry about this mystery, let's go back and Hiro can make dinner."

"Jellymon, are you SURE you want to do that?"

"Hi, I'm Gammamon! Put down my big bro RIGHT. NOW."

"Shut up. Just shut up. That's not how anything works you moron! Humans don't have an off switch! They're just dead! You killed them! And no amount of voltage is going to 'turn them back on'!"

"Okay, problem solved! She went away, don't worry about it. Let's go home, big bro."

"Why. Are we. Here. I know what Ruli said, but why are we here?!"

"Oh fuck this. Hiro, I'm actually Gulus, you're coming with me."

Okay, normally I don't care whats canon in the name of a good scenario or AU or story in general but let's canonically poke a hole in this idea for a hot minute:

BITCH COULDN'T HOLD THE RUSE FOR FIVE DAMN MINUTES BEFORE HE WAS FOUND OUT!!

I think as a fandom we all agree that Hiro fucked up during the Betsumon incident, but in complete fairness that was Betsumon's specific schtick. It wasn't like there was two Gammamon and Hiro picked wrong. Betsu appeared as Gamma and Gamma appeared as some unknown digimon and it took seeing "Gammamon" getting completely out-eaten by another mon to break the illusion. Gulu's Schtick is kill and eat. He is not an actor. He had ONE job in an attempt at staying the dominant personality and that was stall Hiro by like.. a minute and he fucked up immediately not once but 3 times in the same conversation. If he had just fucked up the once and not again Hiro MIGHT have believed it was Gamma but he fucked up two more times in the same 15 seconds. Do you think there is any way shape or form that if Gulus was put in the position to control the body for any longer than 5 seconds that Hiro wouldn't notice something amiss before sundown?

Gulus would either have to pretend a digimon stole his voice and keep his piehole shut or Hiro would have to be put in a coma while Gulus struggles to keep him alive and keep Ruli and Kiyoshiro from finding out about it in order to not get outed too quickly.

[hazard-c-horror]

So FC, bloodmoon, and lunar are considered eclipses kids does solar flare count as one? And KC a family unit grandpa? or uncle? Would Eclipse try to bring back solar flare? and og bloodmoon? would the copy-blood twins get adopted?

If Eclipse were to think of Solar Flare, he would consider him as his baby as well, and would feel bad that he treated him so poorly.

Eclipse would not have a good view of KC, and would not see him as any family to his children. It would be like one of those reformed Dads that’s trying to be better, relationship. But the grown up Kid just can’t forgive him.

As for revival, I’d say no. Eclipse seems like the person to accept that there is truly no coming back from death. He sorta has experience.

So he wouldn’t try to bring back anyone that has died, cus he knows it wouldn’t be the same.

[marco-polar-klepsky]

i still hate how marco's insomnia was just another sex joke for kittycorn. -❄️

I know it sucks so baddd

This could’ve been from anything else, hell Marco could’ve just inherited Polly’s sleeping issues in some form (it isn’t a perfect idea but it’s actually something), but no it’s just for another sex joke. KC try to have a serious moment not be a set up for another stupid sex joke challenge

[cassynite]

💎💎💎 you can pick whoever you want out of my ocs! only if you want to tho no pressure <3

Of course I want!! I chose Oleander because Sparrow's view of him would be the most interesting I think.

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Sparrow goes still. "Oleander is...strange. Dangerous. His views of the world should be respected, but..." She drifts off, turning silent in thought as she deliberates her words. When she speaks again, her voice is nearly inaudible. "There are times when it's hard to even understand what the sense of wrongness about him comes from. He can be kind; kinder than most, even. There is something deeply appealing about the kind of love he promises...all-encompassing, never-ending...but the rot underneath cannot be ignored. It should not be. Not all loves are healthy. And it is better to not have love at all when that is what is offered, surely."

Abruptly, she clears her throat and straightens in her chair. "I cannot deny I see why people are drawn to him. But I would recommend anyone interacting with him do so with caution."

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Soooo I was sucked into Poppy Playtime again because of these goobers!! I don’t think I’ve ever posted Poppy Playtime stuff on here before, buttt I think I will now, I just wish the fandom was a bit bigger and more lively lmao 🤣

Catnap is my #1 favorite, then DogDay, then KC, and then Hoppy! I love the others too, but Bubba and Crafty are so hard to draw atm. I just need to practice more with them!😓

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Headcannons for them below too!!!

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Some headcannons in the show universe cause I’m feeling fun:

- Catnap is the youngest! DogDay is the oldest of the crew! Their age order goes (oldest to youngest) DogDay, Bubba, Picky, Kickin, Crafty, Bobby, Hoppy, Catnap!

- Catnap doesn’t talk much, but he can. Just with a low voice that tends to be calming, and very sweet sounding. He usually just points, says short answers like yes or no, and nods.

- While Kickin (or KC) is the most egocentric and confident, Hoppy is the most energetic and tends to like talking people’s heads off, which causes them to butt heads at times, all while Picky tends to be the usual third wheel, often just quietly eating.

- Crafty is the most creative while Bubba is the most thoughtful and intelligent, which usually allows them to have deep, meaningful conversations of the wonders of life together.

-Crafty is the shyest out of the bunch, usually drawing with Catnap calmly, sharing her creations with him or hanging out with Bubba.

- Bobby and Picky tend to share their love for the world together, usually playing dress up with each other, talking about crushes. or cooking of course! Bobby always has something lovely to share and Picky, in contrast to her name, always is open to trying something new, as long as she thinks she may like it.

- In contrast to the canon, all of the crew just magically woke up in the Playcare, with no memories of before they opened their eyes to the colorful world around them. DogDay and Bubba were the first to appear, Picky, Crafty and Kickin spawning after, Bobby and Hoppy spawning together and Catnap spawning alone. There seems to be no way out, so the crew just embraces their situation and tries their best to not think about it too much.

- Catnap was the last and most unexpected to spawn in. From the time he opened his eyes to the new world around him, he had felt like something was off, like he didn’t belong there. While most of the others treated him nice, some of the crew were uneasy about his sudden appearance, seemingly years after the last of the previous arrivals had spawned in.

- Catnap begins to grow close to DogDay, almost becoming like his little brother. They spend the most time together, due to DDs kindness and warm welcoming energy towards him on his arrival! Also them both noticing they wore opposite necklaces, Cat being the moon and DD being the sun helped with that connection too!

- Kickin doesn’t really like or trust Catnap much, and doesn’t try to hide it, making snarky remarks and comments to clearly express his dislike for him.

- Catnap is super playful with the others, his best friends being Dog Day, Hoppy and Crafty! He tends to move like a ghost, the crew not usually noticing they are in his presence until they turn around! A lot of times, he hangs by his tail on the trees to say hello, or can be found in the fields laying in the grass and sleeping.

- Cat can sleep anywhere that is a surface, and is not wet.

- Every once and while, Cat swears he can see a skinny, metallic hand in the shadows, beckoning his attention. He’s tried to bring it up to the others, but they either think he’s acting weird, insane, or tell him not to worry about it.

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If you want to hear more, my asks are open!!! And I will be drawing them inbetween my Absolutely Chapters for Murder Drones, which I am STILL working on and Chapter 4 is coming out soon!! Promise, I didn’t forget, things have just been busy!!

ALSOOOOO New Murder Drones Comic for King Solver N coming this weekend 👀👀👀 Perhaps some angst or something fun?

[daryltwdixon]

Summary: Navigating the maze-like tunnels of the sewer system, Henry’s story—and his closely guarded secrets—begin to unravel. But freedom comes at a cost. As you emerge on the other side, hunters close in, their relentless pursuit making it clear just how badly they want your blood.

You are surprised at how well Henry seems to know the sewer system beneath Kansas City. The air in the tunnels is damp and heavy, the faint smell of mildew clinging to everything. You keep close to the group, your flashlight bouncing off the curved walls as you follow along.

“So, where did FEDRA go?” you ask, your voice low but clear in the echoing space. Henry glances back, his expression unreadable. “Do you have any idea? You seem to know your way around pretty well.”

Henry opens his mouth to answer, but Joel’s voice cuts through the air. “We always heard KC FEDRA was…” He trails off, looking pointedly at Henry.

“Mobsters?” Henry finishes for him. He gives a bitter smile, then a nod. “Savages?”

Your stomach tightens, dread creeping into your chest. “Yeah,” Henry adds, his voice dark. “You heard right. Raped and tortured people for twenty years.”

Your stomach twists at the thought. You freeze mid-step, your breath catching as a sharp chill runs down your spine. FEDRA, the government, the people who are supposed to keep order—it doesn’t seem real. Sure, your dad never trusted them, but he didn’t trust anyone. His hatred for the government is just one more thing he grumbled about over breakfast. But now, hearing this…

It makes sense why Bill had such a deep loathing for them. Why Joel seems to carry the same disdain.

No wonder so many Quarantine Zones had collapsed. The thought churns uneasily in your mind as you follow, the darkness pressing closer with every step.

“You know what happens when you do that to people?” Henry’s voice echoes sharply in the tunnel, cutting through your thoughts. He glances back, his face shadowed in the dim light. “The moment they get a chance, they do it right back to you.”

Joel gives a grunt of acknowledgment, his flashlight flicking ahead to scan the path. The silence that follows is thick, but you can’t let it go. “So where do you fit into all this?” you ask carefully. “You really just came in here one day with a group?”

For the first time, Henry hesitates. His shoulders tense, and his confident stride falters, just slightly. You notice his hands fidgeting at his sides before he stuffs them into his pockets. “Well,” he says finally, his voice quieter now. “I’m from the area. But…we came here for a reason.”

The group stops almost as one. Joel turns to Henry with a sharp look, Ellie watching with wide eyes. You stand frozen, staring at the man who seemed so sure of himself only moments ago. The air feels heavier now, like it’s just waiting for the next words to drop.

Henry glances down at his brother, his face etched with guilt. “I’m a collaborator,” he admits, each word dragged out like it hurts to say them.

Joel’s reaction is immediate—a low, exasperated sigh as he turns away, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shoulda known,” he mutters, his tone dripping with frustration.

“What?” you ask, looking between them, confused. “What’s a collaborator?”

“He’s a rat,” Joel snaps, cutting to the point with his usual bluntness.

Henry’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue. He doesn’t try to defend himself. Instead, he just stands there, looking at the floor like it might swallow him whole.

“I never work with rats,” Joel says, his voice low and resigned, shaking his head.

“Well, you do today. ‘Cause I know the way out,” Henry says, looking at Joel his face set with determination, “And I’ve gotten you this far, haven’t I?”.

The word turns over in your mind, the cogs slowly clicking into place. A collaborator—someone who works both sides, right? Maybe he played a part with the Fireflies or his own group, all while secretly working for FEDRA. A double-crosser.

Your heart twists uncomfortably, the pieces slowly clicking together. Henry isn’t some hero leading his group through the city to scavenge supplies or food. He isn’t just a guy trying to survive.

But the group presses on, flashlights bouncing against the damp walls. The air feels colder now, the silence filling the space like a physical thing.

“So why did you bother to help us?” you ask, your voice sharper than you intended.

Henry glances back at you briefly, his expression calm but guarded. “We’re on the same side. Tryna get out of the city, away from those assholes up there. When we come out the other end of this, we’ll be in suburbia. I just needed help clearing the way to get to my people. Then, like I told you, we’re going to try to find the Fireflies.”

Ellie, walking just ahead of you, glances over her shoulder, her voice clipped. “So why didn’t we go this way in the first place if you know it so well?”

Henry hesitates, his hand briefly brushing the wall as he looks down the tunnel ahead. “You…notice anything strange about the city? Other than the shit you’ve already seen?”

You stare at his profile for a moment, illuminated faintly by the dim beams of light cutting through the darkness. Then it clicks, and your heart skips.

“No infected,” you say quietly.

Henry turns, nodding slightly. “Oh, there’s infected. Just…not on the surface.”

Your skin prickles at his words, unease settling in.

“FEDRA sent them all underground years ago. Might’ve been the best thing those fascists ever did—”

“When you say underground…” You trail off, looking at Joel. His eyes meet yours, and they widen with realization before narrowing again, anger sparking.

“You’re leading us straight into infected territory?” Joel hisses, his voice dropping lower. His whole posture tenses, his body instinctively angling protectively in front of Ellie.

“Everyone thinks these tunnels are full of infected,” Henry says, holding his hands out in a placating gesture. “But what I know is, it’s empty.”

“So you have been down here before?” Joel demands, his voice cutting through the stale air.

Henry hesitates again, his face illuminated by the light from your flashlight. His expression falls, guilt flickering in his eyes. “No.”

“Oh god,” you whisper, glancing at Joel and Ellie. They both look like they’re weighing the odds of surviving this plan—or walking into a death trap.

“But the FEDRA guy I worked with told me it’s completely clear. They cleared it out,” Henry adds quickly.

“When?” Ellie asks, her voice sharp with suspicion.

“Like…three years ago.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Joel’s face darkens, and he starts to turn back the way you came. “We’re turnin’ around,” he growls.

“Okay, maybe there’s one or two,” Henry says hastily, stepping in front of Joel. “But you can handle yourselves, and I can handle me and Sam.”

“What a great plan,” Joel mutters, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“It’s dicey as fuck,” Henry admits. “But it’s a plan. And it’s all you guys got.”

The silence that follows is thick and heavy. No one moves, and you can almost hear the gears turning in Joel’s mind as he stares Henry down.

Finally, Joel lets out a frustrated sigh, adjusting his grip on the rifle slung over his shoulder. “This better not get us killed,” he growls, turning to keep moving forward.

“Trust me,” Henry says, his voice quieter now.

Joel doesn’t answer. You don’t think he trusts anyone anymore.

A few more turns through the narrow passageways, and you emerge into an open space. The air feels slightly less oppressive here, though the faint dampness still lingers. It looks deserted, eerily quiet, with no immediate signs of danger. But as your flashlight pans up the walls, something catches your eye.

The light illuminates bright colors—pinks, yellows, soft blues. Flowers, a rainbow, and a sun with a wide, cheerful grin beam down at you from the concrete. It’s a child’s mural, its innocence strikingly out of place in the grim, dark sewer.

“Wonder who was down here,” you say softly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Joel doesn’t respond right away. Instead, his hand finds the top of your shoulder, a steadying weight as he nudges you forward. “C’mon,” he says quietly, his tone as firm as ever but lacking its usual edge.

You flinch slightly at the contact—not because it’s unwelcome, but because it’s so new, so foreign. Touch wasn’t something you were used to. Growing up, affection had been sparse, practical. Bill’s hand on your shoulder was always to pull you back from danger or steer you in the right direction, never lingering. Frank had been warmer, offering the occasional pat on the back or brief hug, but even those moments had felt rare and fleeting.

Every time Joel touches you, it sends a strange, electric feeling through you—like a jolt that starts in your chest and spreads outward, leaving your skin tingling where his hand lingers. You can’t quite name the feeling. It’s not fear, but it’s not entirely comfort either. It’s… confusing. It makes you hyperaware of him in ways that catch you off guard. 

You’re not sure if you’re comfortable with it yet. It’s unnerving, the way your chest tightens in the rare moments he reaches for you. It's like you’re on unsteady ground, unsure whether to step closer or pull away. But when he does pull back, when the warmth of his hand is gone, you always find yourself missing it. It’s like the absence of something you didn’t realize you needed until it wasn’t there anymore. That realization leaves you even more confused.

You glance at him as you keep walking, the weight of his hand still lingering on your shoulder. Joel’s eyes are ahead, his expression unreadable as always, but you can’t help wondering if he even notices what he’s doing—or what it’s doing to you.

You step through a rusted door into what looks like it could’ve been a janitor’s storage room once, and your breath catches. Nearly everyone reacts the same way—Ellie lets out a quiet gasp, and even Henry’s face shifts with something close to surprise. Only Joel seems unfazed, his steady gaze scanning the room like he’s seen it all before.

“Heard about places like this,” Joel says, his tone even, as he moves closer to a whiteboard covered in scribbled notes. The words “House Rules” stand out in bold letters, with bullet points beneath: Doors stay locked at all times. Do not share passwords. No shouting. Drills every week.

The rest of the room tells the same story. Children’s toys and books are scattered across the floor, long abandoned but eerily intact. Mismatched chairs and cushions are set up in rows like a makeshift classroom, while bright, cheerful murals line the walls. Flowers, animals, stick-figure families—bits of hope and innocence painted onto cold concrete.

“People went underground after Outbreak Day,” Joel explains, his voice low as he steps further inside. His eyes linger on the whiteboard before glancing at the rest of the space. “They built settlements.”

“What happened?” you whisper, stepping closer to one of the murals. A cluster of colorful stick figures stands under a smiling sun, their arms linked like a chain.

Joel doesn’t hesitate. “Maybe they didn’t follow the rules and they all got infected.”

His words are flat, delivered so dully that it takes you a moment to process them. You glance at him, already feeling a twinge of annoyance at the way he’s clearly trying to call you out, but then you catch it—just barely. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, subtle but unmistakable.

Okay, sarcasm. The thought makes you smile back at him. Maybe it’s the dim glow of your flashlight playing tricks, or maybe it’s real, but there’s almost a twinkle in his eyes.

Sam and Ellie wander off to explore, their curiosity pulling them toward the scattered toys and books. Sam picks up a small action figure, turning it over in his hands, while Ellie thumbs through a tattered comic book, her flashlight casting a soft glow on the pages. Their voices are low, a mix of fascination and amusement as they share their finds.

“We could wait the light out a bit down here,” Henry suggests, his tone cautious but practical. “Wait until it’s dark outside to hop out the other end unnoticed.”

Joel glances at him, his jaw tightening slightly before he shrugs. He doesn’t look thrilled about the idea, but he doesn’t argue either. “Fine,” he mutters, his voice gruff, as if he’s resigned to the fact that Henry’s plan might be the best option for now.

The room feels strangely calm, easier to breathe in than the tight corridors you’d come through. The absence of infected makes it bearable, even relaxed. You keep your flashlight steady, scanning the area. The painted walls and scattered belongings give the space a sense of eerie stillness, as though time froze here long ago.

It’s dark, the only illumination coming from the beams of your flashlights, but it’s enough. Enough to see what you need, enough to feel just a little less on edge. For the first time in hours, there’s a small pocket of quiet. A moment to pause.

After a while, you find yourself sitting next to Henry, the quiet settling in between you as Joel watches Ellie and Sam kick a soccer ball against the cement wall. The makeshift goalpost is drawn in thick lines of faded paint, bold lettering above it declaring rules or a name long since smudged. Their laughter echoes lightly in the space, a rare sound that feels almost out of place here.

“You know,” you say softly, your eyes on the kids but your words meant for Henry. He glances at you, his smile faint as he watches them too. “If you were…I don’t know…” You trail off, searching for the right words, the ones that always seem so hard to pin down when you’re trying to be genuine.

Henry waits, his expression open, and you push yourself to keep going. “If you were a collaborator to take care of him”—your eyes flick briefly to Sam before landing back on Henry—“I get it. You don’t deserve to be called a rat.”

His smile fades, replaced by something quieter, softer. “Thanks,” he says, his voice low but earnest.

You nod, looking back toward Ellie and Sam, the moment feeling heavier than you expected. The silence stretches, and you shift slightly, uncomfortable with how exposed you feel after putting yourself out there. But before you can say anything else, Henry calls your name.

You glance back at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes are warm, focused and slowly, his hand lifts, hovering near your face.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he says, his voice gentle but laced with a hint of teasing. His fingers brush against your cheek as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his touch careful and deliberate. “You’re…nice. Like, really nice. I don’t know how someone like you made it this far without, I don’t know, losing that.”

Your face heats at his words, your stomach flipping uncomfortably. “Uh, thanks,” you manage, your voice quieter than you meant it to be.

He smiles again, leaning back slightly to give you some space but keeping his gaze locked on yours. “When we get to the radio tower,” he starts, his tone a little lighter now, like he’s trying to keep things casual, “you should think about sticking around. With my people, I mean. We could use someone like you.”

You blink at him, caught off guard. “Someone like me?”

“Yeah.” His smile widens, easy and disarming. “You’re good with people, even if you don’t think so. You’re kind, and…” He pauses, his eyes glinting with just a bit of playfulness. “You’re pretty decent company.”

Your cheeks burn, and you look away, overwhelmed. You glance at the kids, using their laughter as an excuse to focus on anything but Henry’s face. But the moment your gaze shifts, you catch Joel out of the corner of your eye.

He’s watching.

Joel’s still leaning against the wall, his arms crossed as his eyes flick between you and Henry. His face is hard to read, but there’s something about the way his gaze lingers—something sharp and assessing.

Your stomach tightens again, for an entirely different reason this time. Joel looks away quickly when your eyes meet his, as if the moment never happened, but your pulse picks up all the same.

Henry’s words stay with you, but they don’t feel the same. He’s kind, easy to talk to, and there’s warmth in the way he looks at you. But when his hand brushed your face, it didn’t stir the same feeling. Not like when Joel touches you. Henry’s touch was light and deliberate, but Joel’s? His touch always lingers, grounding and unspoken in a way that makes you notice every second it’s there—and every second it’s gone.

You shift in your seat, unsure of what any of it means. Feelings are messy, and yours are harder to name than ever. But one thing is certain: it’s not the same.

“So you’ll think about it?” Henry asks, his voice gentle as he brings your attention back to him.

You blink, trying to focus, but your thoughts are still tangled. You don’t really know what to say, so you just nod. “Yeah,” you murmur, a little breathlessly. It’s not a lie, exactly—you’ll think about it. Just maybe not in the way he’s hoping.

After a few hours, you continue through the passageway, your group moving quietly but purposefully. The oppressive silence still lingers, and while you’re relieved to find it so empty, the unease never fully leaves you. Every shadow feels like it could hold an infected, and every creak of the floor beneath your boots sets your nerves on edge.

Eventually, the cavernous space opens up again, revealing a stairwell to your left, its rusted iron rails gleaming faintly under your flashlight beams. It feels like a beacon of hope, cutting through the darkness.

“This way,” Henry says, his voice steady as he points his light toward the stairs.

Up and out into the fresh air, you feel like you can finally breathe again. The cool night breeze brushes your face, and the damp weight of the sewers lifts almost instantly. You tilt your head back to take in the sky, moonlight spilling across the quiet neighborhood you’ve emerged into.

“There it is!” Henry exclaims, pointing toward the radio tower in the distance. It stands like a promise of safety beyond the rows of darkened houses.

You’re quick to hush him, throwing a sharp look his way. 

“Why can’t we use our lights?” Sam asks, his voice quieter but still curious, “No one is here.”

“You’re right,” Henry says, too confidently. “No one is here, and no one is going to be here because my plan worked!”

“So much goddamn talkin’,” Joel mutters, his voice low and irritated as he strides ahead.

“Just sayin’, I delivered! The radio tower is right over—”

Henry’s words are startlingly cut off by the sharp ping of a bullet striking metal, too close to Joel’s left side.

“Move!” Joel barks, grabbing your collar and then Ellie’s arm in one swift motion. He ushers you both down to the ground behind an abandoned car, his body moving with practiced precision. “Go!”

“Where is that coming from?” Henry asks, his voice shaking slightly as he crouches beside Sam.

Joel twists around, his eyes scanning the darkness. The night air crackles with tension as another bullet zings past, ricocheting off the car in front of you.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathe, your hands fumbling for your rifle. You peer cautiously out the broken side window, your eyes darting between shadows. Then you see it—a spark of white light from a second-floor window, milliseconds before another shot whistles through the air and slams into the hood of the car.

“Well,” you mutter, ducking back down and pressing your body close to the ground, “at least we know he’s got shit aim.”

Joel grunts in agreement, his focus unwavering. “Alright, stay here,” he says finally, pulling his gun out.

“What?” you and Ellie say in unison, your voices hushed but incredulous.

“If you don’t move, he’s not gonna hit you,” Joel replies firmly. His eyes flick to Ellie first, holding her gaze, then to you. “Stay. Put.”

“Let me help—” you start, gripping your rifle, but Joel shakes his head sharply, cutting you off.

“I’m gonna go around and through the back. It’s dark, and like you said, he has shit aim.” His voice is steady, like he’s already made the calculation and decided it’s the only way.

“He’s either gonna kill you or kill us,” Ellie argues, her tone biting but edged with worry.

Joel straightens and his voice softens, but his eyes stay locked on yours. “Do you trust me?”

You hesitate for a moment, the weight of the question settling in. But you do—you trust this man with your life, even if you can’t fully explain why.

Finally, you sigh and nod, your hands still gripping your rifle tightly. Ellie nods too, though her face is still tight with worry.

That’s all Joel needs. Without another word, he slips away, his movements low and silent as he disappears into the shadows. You swallow hard, trying to keep your breathing steady, and fix your eyes on the window where the shooter waits.

All you can do now is trust him.

The shotgun from the window continues to aim erratically, the barrel shifting slightly as if the shooter is tracking Joel’s shadowed figure. You press yourself closer to the ground, clutching your rifle tightly, every nerve on edge. All you can do is wait, the tension thick and suffocating, layered over the sound of the four of you breathing heavily behind the car.

“If he really can pull this off,” Henry whispers, his voice strained but hopeful, “I’ll never give him shit ever again.”

Ellie lets out a soft scoff, her attempt to lighten the mood barely masking her own nerves. “I’m not promising that.”

You glance at her, but before you can say anything, a different sound cuts through the air.

A gunshot—sharper, more deliberate than the erratic blasts from the shotgun.

The silence that follows is immediate and absolute.

Your breath hitches, your chest tightening as you stare toward the second-floor window. The shotgun has gone still—no movement, no sound. You exchange wide-eyed glances with Ellie and Henry, your mind racing.

When you peer over the car again, your eyes scan the window where the white light had been flashing moments ago. There’s no glow now, no sound of the shotgun going off. Unease knots in your stomach, and then you remember—the rifle you’d taken off that hunter has a scope.

Your hands move instinctively, adjusting the rifle and bringing it to your shoulder. Peering through the scope, you focus on the window, your heart pounding.

Sure enough, there he is. Joel. He’s leaning over, fumbling with the shotgun in the window as he looks out into the moonlit street below. Relief floods through you so fast it leaves you lightheaded. You lower your gun slightly but keep watching.

Then you see Joel pause. He straightens, turns back into the room, his movements sharp and purposeful.

“He’s okay,” you murmur, pulling your gun down and strapping it back around your middle. You glance back at the others, but before you can say more, a sound stops you in your tracks.

It’s faint at first—a voice, far away, barely cutting through the stillness. You hold your breath, trying to make it out.

Then it comes again, louder this time, echoing faintly through the night. A single word, repeated with growing urgency.

“Run.”

Your heart lurches. Joel’s voice.

He’s shouting now, the word cutting through the quiet like a blade, over and over.

“RUN!”

The headlights appear up ahead, blinding and sudden, as bright as staring into the sun. Your stomach drops. The truck barreling toward you is massive, the front fitted with a heavy metal plow, slamming through abandoned cars as if they’re nothing but toys. It’s heading straight for you.

“Go!” you shout, your voice cracking as you grab Ellie and Henry by their sleeves. Henry pulls Sam close, and the four of you take off in a scramble of movement. Fear burns in your chest as you sprint, your mind racing.

Behind you, bullets ricochet off the truck’s armored front, pinging sharply in the night air. You know it’s Joel, firing from the second floor, and you pray he’s got a clear shot at the driver. He’s better than the man stationed there before—you know that. But now, your life depends on it.

Ellie twists her body as she runs, her hand still gripping yours as she tries to aim her pistol at the truck. “Come on!” you shout, pulling her forward, panic surging as the truck closes the gap.

It’s so close now. The engine roars, the sound deafening.

You glance back at Ellie, making sure she’s still with you, her face set in fierce determination as she aims another shot. But you don’t see the uneven ground ahead, and your foot catches.

You fall hard, the impact jolting through your body as you hit the pavement.

At the same moment, you hear the shattering of glass behind you. The sound is sharp, cutting through the chaos. When you look up, heart pounding, you see the truck veering sharply off course. Its driver’s-side window is shattered, a clean bullet hole through the glass.

Joel got them.

The truck swerves violently, crashing into a nearby house. The collision is instant and brutal, the metal groaning under the impact. Flames burst from the engine, licking up into the night sky, and within seconds, the vehicle is fully ablaze.

Ellie grabs your arm, pulling you up with surprising strength. “Come on!” she says, dragging you toward cover as the flames roar behind you.

You stumble behind an abandoned car, your breaths coming fast and shallow, your knees hitting the ground hard as Ellie crouches beside you. There’s no time to catch your breath.

Behind the flaming wreck of the truck, more vehicles grind to a halt, one after another. Doors swing open, and the people hunting you spill out in a chaotic wave, their weapons raised. It’s a whole caravan, and their shouts echo through the streets, cutting through the roar of the fire.

Your heart pounds as you peek over the hood of the car, your grip tightening on your rifle. “Shit,” you mutter under your breath. There are too many of them—far too many.

Ellie ducks low beside you, reloading her pistol with shaky hands. “What now?” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the chaos.

You glance at her, then toward Henry and Sam, crouched behind another car a few feet away. Their faces are pale, illuminated in the flickering orange glow of the truck still engulfed in flames. Joel is out there somewhere, hopefully still picking people off from the shadows. But right now, it’s just you and the overwhelming sense that you’re surrounded.

The truck’s fire intensifies, heat rippling in waves, and then it happens. A deafening explosion tears through the air, flames and smoke bursting outward in a blinding flash. The blast lights up the entire area, casting long shadows across the street and igniting everything nearby in an eerie orange glow.

You shield your face, blinking rapidly as your ears ring. When you dare to look again, your breath catches.

Through the car’s broken windows, you see a woman step forward. She’s calm, composed, her eyes scanning the wreckage like she owns the place. Behind her is a group of people—hunters, some in full gear, bulletproof vests, and face shields. All armed. All deadly.

The woman stops, her voice cutting through the crackling fire. “Come on out, Henry.”

Your stomach twists. You whip your head toward him. “These assholes know you?”

Henry freezes, his wide eyes darting toward you, but he doesn’t answer. His silence says everything.

And then it clicks. These must be the people he betrayed—for FEDRA. He didn’t come into the city to scavenge for supplies or scrape together ammo like a normal survivor. No, he came here knowing exactly who he was running from. Hunters. People out for blood.

And now, here you are. Stuck right next to him.

“Come on out, Henry,” the woman calls again, her tone almost friendly, like she’s trying to have a conversation over coffee instead of hunting you down.

“I’ll come out!” Henry shouts suddenly, making you flinch. Your eyes widen in horror as he raises his voice. “But let the rest of them go!”

The woman doesn’t even pause. “No,” she says, her calm voice as deadly as the weapons in her crew’s hands. “Those girls are with the man who killed Brian.”

Your stomach drops. Brian? The name doesn’t register, but it doesn’t have to. One of the many you—or Joel—took down while escaping the city. A face among the chaos. Oh god. You took out so many of their people. For a brief, sickening moment, you wonder if you’re the villain in their story.

“And Sam,” the woman continues, her voice colder now, “Sam’s with you. I know why you did what you did, Henry. But have you ever thought… maybe he was supposed to die?”

Your blood runs cold. You stare at Henry, the man you thought you were starting to understand. The pieces fall into place with gut-wrenching clarity. He hadn’t told you the truth—not all of it. Not why these people were after him. Not why he needed to sneak out of the city.

“He’s just a kid!” Henry yells, his voice breaking.

“Kids die, Henry. Every day,” she replies, unflinching.

Henry turns to you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. They’re desperate, pleading. “I need you to take him with you.”

Your breath catches. “No—” you choke out.

“Yes.” Henry’s voice is firm, quiet but commanding. “Take him and Ellie, and run.”

“Henry—” Sam’s voice is soft, trembling.

“Listen to her,” Henry tells his brother, his gaze unwavering. “Do what she says.”

Then, to your horror, he takes a deep breath and stands.

The silence stretches unbearably long, the air thick with tension. The only sound is the crackling fire, the heat pulsing against your back as you crouch behind the car. You watch, frozen, waiting for the inevitable.

The woman’s gun raises, the metallic click of a chambered bullet echoing unnervingly loud.

But before the shot comes, a louder sound rumbles through the air.

Your eyes dart toward the blaze. The ground trembles beneath you. The truck—the one now burning fiercely against the house—is starting to shift. No, not the truck. The earth beneath it.

You stare, your heart hammering. Oh my god.

The truck begins to tilt, its weight dragging it down into the ground. The pavement cracks and collapses beneath it, the sound like thunder.

Henry’s words echo in your mind. You notice anything strange about the city? Other than the shit you’ve already seen?

No infected.

Oh, there’s infected. Just…not on the surface.

Your breath catches as realization hits.

Oh. My. God.

The truck sinks deeper, the flames licking at the edges of the growing hole, and for one terrible, heart-stopping moment, everything is still.

Then, the night erupts.

[npookie0]

This is my first request so im not sure how this works but is it possible to have kc cast + mc who actually is a serial killer, but has just been using their writing hobby as a front?

Love your works!

Blood on Your Hands.

Killer Chat! love interests x actual serial killer reader headcanons!

Ronin

He was positively surprised when he found out that you are a killer, he didn't expect it so he found it incredibly funny that the innocent writer turned out to be a killer.

Ronin makes jokes about your ink being blood, he brings you some himself with a quill and a shit-eating grin like he just did the funniest thing ever.

Double murder dates? Check. He will take you on these just to see you dirty your hands, it's entertaining.

"Aw I didn't think you had it in you" "Maybe I should pay more attention to my lil' darling?" He'd tease you after he uncovers your secret. He will make special announcements with your kills when the press drops a new article on them.

"Will you give me an aorta now?" His love-proof heart sacrifice teasing will get even worse now that he knows that you are capable of doing it.

He will make it a competition to see who can kill more people.

Angel

She was a little bit surprised, she definitely didn't expect that. "You're good at keeping secrets sweetheart." She's in awe of how you manage to hide your murderer side so well and keep up the writer appearance.

You'd definitely make her more teeth related jewelry and she'd live for it. You don't need to hide your murders so you can spoil your lover.

"You don't need me as inspiration for your book now that you're a killer?" She'd tease you and giggle. "Awh I'm just kidding, I love it when you write about me."

If you never used a gun to kill, she will lend you hers for a bit to "test the waters", maybe you'd join her sharpshooter style?

If you're a cannibal, she'd push all the teasing and jokes onto you, so you have to survive through the server bullying.

Even if you're a killer, she still wouldn't want you to commit murders for her, she has to do these things for herself, though your company is not unwelcomed.

V

He is utterly flabbergasted, how could he miss you being a killer? He's a vigilante, he should've noticed!

V will question your motive, look into your murder history, if you're not some bad shit crazy serial like Ronin, you're fine in his book. Though you already make his moral scale unbalanced.

Even if he doesn't quite like this secret, he will praise you for how well you can keep up a facade, you managed to hide something from him, that's a job well done.

He could seek you for advice or opinions in his dealings with some of the "beasts" he's dealing with.

He will look for patterns of your kills in your older stories or the ones that aren't about him. It's a good way to train his serial killer hunting skills.

He'd be glad if you would be willing to gift his animals food supplies... if you know what I mean, darling reader.

Misaki

"You little liar!" They'd exclaim, shocked. They'd give you a pout and act like you're a traitor just for bluff.

Misaki would be interested in your opinions about their assassinations more, maybe they'd feel like you can understand their little excitement a little bit more.

They'll poke fun about hiding this kind of secret from them, especially if there's more than just killing to you.

She'd be curious if you ever wrote about yourself or tested the kills you described, if the answer is yes she'd find it hilarious.

Maybe if the times are desperate and you were nearby, Misaki could ask you to assist her with a kill if it's too dangerous or nerve-wracking.

Misaki would give you stickers/keychains for your weapon. "At least we can now decorate your stuff." It's funny and cute, and a cat sticker on a gun you use for murder sure is an interesting sight.

[theallianceofcelestials]

I’ve decided to ask this same question but with different context.

But how would the Mirror Sea. Fam react to Maternity Chip Eclipse? Sam’s conditions as before. MC.Eclipse wanting and giving loving affection to Bloodmoon, SolarFalre, and Lunar. Ang gushing about how Bloodmoon 2 (Reed’s) and Solarflare are alive. And not fully trusting KC, Moon, or Sun. Would this fam be more willing to pin him down to fix him?

Also kinda wanna hear Witching Hour’s reaction as well, but it’s fine if it’s a bit too much to put in one post

Yeah, the Mirror SEA fam would be more likely to hold him down to get the chip out of him. That is if they even bother. Moon for example, doesn't care, he's just eyeing this new solar model with interest, especially when they learn Solar used to go by Eclipse too

If they held him down to get fixed, it'd be Moon's idea. Solar would probably at first ask Solar Flare to check out the back of his head, then he'd get overriden.

But this is also simultaneiously more unlikely, because the Mirror SEA fam wouldn't care as much so long as he's not in pain/not hurting them. And well, MC Eclipse is quite happy with his babies. Solar may be the only one insisting that they should fix Eclipse, but he'd get overruled. It's not their business

Witching Hours on the other hand may not ever realise anything's wrong. You could tell them all about the maternity chip, and WH Eclipse's first question would be "So is it like some sort of evil spirit possessing and influencing him?" and when the answer is an inevitable no, because it's really not like that, he'd tell them he doesn't see a problem with MC Eclipse. He's clearly just a more motherly version of himself in a different body! That's not weird.

So long as MC Eclipse doesn't try taking WH Eclipse's kids as his own, and just attempts being motherly to them, they'll be fine. WH Eclipse would even offer him tips on how to do stuff, and listen to any MC Eclipse might have.

And the children also wouldn't register anything's wrong. They'd just think this Eclipse is cool, and would be weirded out by MC Lunar, because a perfectly good mom is right there, and he doesn't want him? Crazy, could never be them. They wouldn't mind having two moms

[tsams-and-co-memes]

Because of yesterday and some stuff I've seen online since then, I'm genuinely curious, so,,

In total, we've lost Moon once, KC and Solar Flare once, Lunar once, Earth once (ish?), Eclipse three times, Nexus once, Bloodmoon twice, and Solar once. Some other people we've lost are MGAFS Jake, TEAPS dimension's Jake (when he was still alive and human), Monty's dad, Puppet, SAMS dimension's Charlie, and,, probably more people too, but I can't think of everyone right now, I'm still half asleep at the time this poll was thrown together

Clarification for one of the options under the cut. Adding the cut because the example I gave involves Solar's death, and. Tbh I'd rather not think about that too hard right now

As a note for the "1, but it was because of something related, not over the character themselves" option, an example of this might be like with Solar's death. Because for me personally, I didn't cry when he died. It was when Sun told Lunar and Earth what happened and I heard/saw Earth’s extreme amount of distress that I finally broke and cried. Solar's death didn't do much to me, but Earth's grief over losing him was what did it

Idk if that gives much clarification or not, but eh. Feel free to ask if you're not sure :p the poll is anonymous, so no one's gonna know how you answer and you won't be judged for anything

[kichimiangra]

I also like that in a series that focuses on conflicts between humanity and Digimon, Gulus Gammamon, the ultimate antagonist, does not give two fucks about humans. He gives exactly one fuck about one human, and the rest do not even register on his radar. There is a very real chance that he wouldn't have bothered the humans at all if his plans had gone through, beyond the collateral damage caused by the Digimon fleeing from him.

Gulus is the literal embodiment of the "I have had Hiro for half a day and if anything ever happens I will kill everyone in the digital and human worlds. Not my self, I'm on a mission but everyone else." Meme.

[kirobeam]

Mafia Au

So, I read a fanfic awhile back. It's about Mafia stuff, and I made an au, based off the au. Sun originally is this pretty, handsome animatronic that makes others attract to him, good and bad. He usually depends on other people and I thought it'd be fun if I made an alternate universe where Sun had his own little Mafia thing and he was a don himself!

Moon, his brother, was a lot softer. Their roles didn't switch though, he's just a lot softer than the original moon is. He's technically the butler for Sun but Sun will always take care of his brother and make sure he's treated just as such. He's hiding away from FazCorp, successfully doing so, but had gotten into a little rivalry with the Celestials. At some point the murder couple had gotten into a tough spot and got cornered. Don't ask me how because I'm not explaining publicly(totally not saying just to avoid making it up on the spot). Right before they had almost died, there was a gunshot and we find out that Sun killed the person or animatronic trying to get them.

This is out of the ordinary for him because usually Sun would just outright ignore it or push it further into happening. The confused Don, KC, had came to his place for a meeting to ask why he had saved his son and soon-to-be son-in-law. Of course, he thanked him for it, but still wanted answers. I'm not gonna go too deep into it on this post, but basically, Sun wanted BM and eventually he did get them. I'll either make my own story of this or something, but if you want to know more just dm me or ask :)

This is heavily inspired by @sinclairmaxwellao3 's fanfiction "Lambs and Slaughter" Mafia au and I definitely encourage you to go check it out!

[skulltenders]

Skulltenders Catch-up!!

Hello there folks, we here at SKULLTENDERS, LLC are still making our podcast, but we've been neglecting the tumblr feed! Let's rectify that with a catch up from when we last updated ya!!

EPISODE 8: GRAVEYARD SHIFT - The Skulltenders explore a forgotten graveyard and meet an new, old nemesis.

EPISODE 9: HAPPY HOUR - The Mayor lore-dumps while the Skulltenders get their drink on.

Season 1 ends with these two, but we got right back on da horse with Season 2, aka the WONDERSEA ARC where we go a-sailin' to learn what we need to pursue next.

EPISODE 10: UP THE RIVER - The Skulltenders receive their sea legs and set out DOWN the river down towards the Wondersea!

EPISODE 11: MAROONED - Having made it to the Wondersea, the Skulltenders find themselves LOST! But a helpful awful man helps them awfully. And they fight a lighthouse.

EPISODE 12: DEAD MAN'S CHEST - The Skulltenders have to fight something else (no spoilers) then make it to Your Favorite New Character CHESTER PLEASURE, who gives our group some helpful goodies!

EPISODE 13: MAN OVERBOARD - The Skulltenders have to fight BONEBEARD, the skeleton pirate captain, who stands in the way of their ultimate goal: THE NEVERMIND.

EPISODE 14: CAUGHT IN THE WAKE - The Skulltenders have to leave the Wondersea, which is harder than it sounds when you lose a crew-mate.

That was season 2! And we JUST STARTED season 3!!

EPISODE 15: AT A LOSS - The Skulltenders investigate a haunted pizza restaurant and jump-scare some teens in doing so.

And that's the story so far! We got more recorded and even MORE planned, so we'll get back on the wagon of updating this place when we drop a new one! You can also subscribe on the usual podcasting places, like Spotify or Apple Podcasts!

But you should also consider supporting us on PATREON and get the episodes emailed to you as well as loads of bonus stuff! Bonus stuff like: deleted bits, SkullTALKERS for every episode where we answer your episode specific questions, doodles from KC and Jess, and MORE!

Thank you for stickin' with us!

[shinesurge]

I'm feeling so normal about Phineas expressing vulnerable feelings that used to get her mistreated and hated and exiled until she crammed them all into the Vault because talking about it never worked and now that she has to explain/express herself her new crew completely accepts both her and her feelings and supports her aaaaaaaaaaa

more personally I really vibe with "no one understood what I meant so it's easier to just not talk about it", god, that hit right in the heart. when it's not worth kicking up a fuss about my pronouns because ive done it five times already and i still have to live here so just pretend it doesn't matter. oof. not just anger but disinterest and disregard leave scars too

Hey I really appreciate this, I'm so touched that this whole sequence seems to have meant something to so many misfits (positive). One of the biggest motivators for making KC is that I have a really hard time finding relatable media myself, even when something is supposedly aimed at "people who never quite fit in" or "The Weird Kids" it's very rare that it ever REALLY feels like it's meant for me. It's too soft or too palatable or meant for people whose Sense of Otherness is like. God, I dunno. Easy to ignore? Whatever it is it doesn't resonate with me, and in fact makes shit worse because all it does is reinforce that I'm not even operating on the same scale as everyone else wrt what is considered Odd lmao. I think the answer to this is to write about the stuff that makes those types of writers flinch, and try very hard not to flinch from it myself when the instinct hits me. That does mean my work isn't for everyone, but I think the people who want gentler stuff already have plenty to pick from tbh

So, like, I'm really glad that so much of this chapter prompted so many people to go "oh thank GOD somebody else is saying this shit." This is exactly why I'm here, thanks very much for writing in to say that it's reaching the right people and working as intended haha

[jonahmarshall77]

iintrrooo posstttt

> rules ! : )

no nsfw! flirting is okay. (please do keep in mind i AM a minor,,)

please use common sense.

don't be a dick?? ↑

this is just a silly thing! some stuff will obv be ooc

don't narrate what jonah does! i'll be the one ic for him, tyvm

don't repetitively send in asks if it doesn't get answered... chances are that we either forgot about the blog again or didn't want to answer it.

> small notes / general info !

hcs WILL be applied lmao

as mentioned prior, we are bodily minor ... don't be weird?

i may or may not vanish out of the blue if i get too busy ,,

this is ran mostly by a mafioso fictive , , me (marsh) will still ! help co run it ! because i'm just awesome like that yeah yeah ik /joke

he's around his early 20's !!!

apologies if . there are small inconsistencies.. i honestly ? only just recently remembered we even ran this soo , uh

please use it/he when referring to mod !!! ! neos are okay too. jonah uses he/they : )

‼️ AU/Timeline notes ‼️

Jonah DID die for a few minutes in this timeline, except he got resuscitated after a minute or two (so he still got the experience of death, dying, etc)

Jonah didn't go back to check on Adam, and believes him to be dead

Most of his responses to trauma over everything is generally just “it is what it is” until shit gets important or serious

Any asks/rp threads are set AFTER the crash, no specific time after, but just sometime after

Jonah hasn't heard from his parents (or anyone in general) for a while, believing that "if they wanted to stay in contact, they'd contact me first"

Jonah definitely ignores most issues, problems, etc, that might've been aroused from the crash/incident, figuring that if he ignores them for long enough, they'll go away

honestly he just left the van broken in a ditch and doesn't have any plans to go back nd get it

↑ he also walks everywhere. like, as long as its under 3 miles he'll walk

he has three (?) alternates living in his house/his general area; kc (@/definitely-not-an-alternate), a dog (which we refer to as the slur dog! it called him the f slur and hasn't been back since), and a short-lived alternate who made brownies and cleaned jonahs room LMAO,,,

also, he took in some random ass kid. probably worth mentioning

he doesn't really have any contact with any friends from prior, the only way he probably COULD reach out is thru the crappy old laptop he has

when i'm "posting", i'll probably have some typos/misspellings ^_^ .

> Tags!!!

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#› what were you saying again? ; reblogs!

#› yeah‚ what's up? ; asks!!

# › it's you! ; recurring anons

#› static on the radio (or any post labelled ooc) ; ooc crap lmao,, will either be labeled with that or #ooc post or some shit

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[definitely-not-an-alternate]

hello!!

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in case you couldn’t tell, this blog ain’t screenreader safe. So be careful!

inspired by aforementioned friend who is actually my QPP!!!! Also I’m alternatekin

the double letters and spaces are supposed to signal a glitch in my voice.

kind of a roleplay blog? But I am alternatekin so not really.

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[npookie0]

Hello!! I really like your KC works!! Can I please request some stuff for Ronin with MC who's a streamer that frequently streams horror games and who met Ronin through one of their streams instead of the chat?

Thank you! Have a nice day!

From behind the screen.

Ronin was bored, so like any other person would so, he ended up browsing the Internet. He didn't have anything in particular in mind. He ended up browsing through a streaming website, looking at the 'horror' category. No one caught his eye, at least until he noticed one game that made him crackle; Escape The Devil's Butcher.

"Hah, so I have games now?" He shook his head, entering the stream.

In front of him there was a person, shouting when the most stereotypical interpretation of how The Butcher would look; literally a HUGE man, tats an' all, with butcher's knives in both hands. The mask was the only thing they got semi-right, because his face was masked at least.

"Fuck! Guys there's no way I will escape death now." The streamer said very loudly, they were laughing at how shitty the game's graphic were, but were shouting whenever 'The Butcher' got too close to them in game. Damn they're fuckin' funny alright. Ronin thought to himself as he clicked the follow button. Soon an alert of new follower popped up, scaring the poor streamer and getting them killed.

"Jeez... Thanks for the scare... goreboy? I hope I got it right!" They said, smiling at the screen and reading the chat, answering some of the fans' comments or questions.

goreboy: yeah you Did goreboy: why're ya playing a game About the butcher? goreboy: and How did find It?

He typed out, waiting for the answer. There were roughly two hundred viewers and the chat was moving rather slowly, he would for sure be seen in the chat.

"Oh? One of my viewers sent me a link to it, may whatever bless me for it not being the "PARASOCIAL" situation or I would just go find the real The Butcher as my last stream." Their joke made Ronin laugh out loud, ah they were so effortlessly amusing, maybe he could stay for longer as their viewer?

goreboy: what Games are you Usually playin'?

He looked at the streamer's face, not really interested in the game they were playing at the moment.

"Wow you really are interested with the questions, maybe you're the stalker?" They chuckled, reaching their hand out for something, that something being a bottle of water.

goreboy: can't A guy be curious?

He watched them roll their eyes at his answer, open their water bottle to drink from it and put it back to where it was before.

"Oh yeah very curious I fear." They fixed their seating. "I normally play horrors, or stupid visual novels if my viewers want to traumatize me with their content." They answered and clapped their hands. "Okay gang, time to return to this thing." And with that they returned to playing.

Ronin was a regular guest to Y/N's streams, he even became a supporter. Why wouldn't he show support to his favourite streamer anyways?

Being able to sit back and watch a stream or just interact with the streamer themselves after a kill or an annoying client in the workshop was a good way to relax. He didn't have to do anything, just sit and watch.

While he was cleaning the blood off of his hands he heard a nullification coming from his phone, got him curious so after drying his hands he checked it out. Turns out it was a private message from the streamer themselves.

[streamer-name🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆]: Hey goreboy! Sry if it's super random, just wanted to reach out to one of my mot loyal viewers!

Interesting, Ronin thought to himself and replied.

goreboy: oh? i'm Graced with the presence of none Other than Y/N's? really makes a guy Feel special.

[streamer-name🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆]: Oh I forgot how cocky you are in the chat emo boi🙄

goreboy: yeah, yeah, are you Going to run Away now that you left me The heartfelt message?

[streamer-name🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆]: And break your little heart? Nah, I'll keep you company ♥

Oh that made Ronin laugh, they didn't know who he was, and that made it all even funnier...

He couldn't wait for the day he would be able to see their face when they find out the truth.

Headcanons <3

Ronin is your biggest supporter. He's in the middle of a kill, but you started your stream? Guess the murdered guy is also watching while Ronin cuts him open.

Once you start dating Ronin is a guest on your streams, your fans are eating it up. Ronin is a tease, makes sure to disturb you while you're playing games and then laughs at you when you die or get jumpscared.

When you're sick Ronin bans you from even touching your computer "You're sick darl, we don't need you ending up in a hospital." He would say and lay in bed with you - just to hold you of course (he will never admit to being touch starved)

If you're a vtuber he will buy the vtuber's merch just to annoy you and show off to his friends.