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Hey, its me again. International best selling author…

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shedletsky as his kid manifests into the literal embodiment of hatred and vows to kill him

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Yan! ITrapped X Reader

Warning : obbsessive behavior , yandere themes , stalking , worshipping , self aware , ITrapped.

Note : Please do not romanticize real stalking or abusive behavior. This is for fictional and horror purposes only.

You hear about ITrapped before you ever see him.

Rumors. Whispers. A name spoken in hushed tones by survivors in the campfire light. Most describe him with confusion. “He’s not like the others,” someone mutters. “Doesn’t chase you like a normal killer… doesn’t even look like a monster.”

He doesn’t. Not at first glance.

When you finally see him, it’s under flickering lights in a run-down hallway. A basic noob avatar, low-poly and harmless looking—except for that Ice Crown on his head, glowing faintly, coldly. He stands motionless in the dark, head slightly tilted, as if studying you. Not attacking. Not even moving.

Then he vanishes.

You think it was a glitch.

It wasn’t.

His obsession begins not with violence, but with access.

You start noticing strange things in your rounds. Generators you just touched regress by themselves. Doors that should’ve been opened glitch out and lock. Items flicker in and out of existence. But these things only happen when you’re nearby.

At first, it’s frustrating. Then it’s unsettling.

You complain to others, but no one else sees it.

Except him.

ITrapped always appears briefly—standing in the background of your match, not lunging at you like other killers, not roaring or hunting. Just… watching. Frozen. Calculating.

Eventually, the sabotage stops targeting you. Instead, it starts protecting you. He disables traps you don’t see. Breaks paths for other survivors—but not you. You’re allowed to move freely, untouched.

You haven’t done anything to earn his favor. That’s what scares you.

You’re not playing the game. He is.

You begin to realize he’s more than just a presence in the matches. He’s altering the game itself.

Somehow, your matches always start with him now. The map selection glitches until it favors the ones he prefers. Load-in screens freeze when you try to quit. Your inventory resets to a “default” version, and the only item that stays is a strange crown-shaped charm he leaves in your loadout.

Players who get too close to you start having issues. One survivor who stayed by your side the whole round disconnects mid-match and can’t rejoin the server. Another finds their controls reversed. One player swears their Roblox account briefly locked when they tried to message you about him.

Still, he never harms you directly.

When you’re injured, he lets you limp away. He never tunnels you. He lets you finish generators—if you’re alone.

You realize, eventually, that he doesn’t want to kill you.

He wants to isolate you.

The first time you speak to him is accidental—proximity voice, maybe, or a glitched chat prompt.

You don’t even know what to say, but you try: “Why are you following me?”

There’s a pause. A long one.

Then a quiet, unreadable line of text appears in chat:

“I used to fix broken things. Then I saw you. I don’t need anything else now.”

You feel a chill—not from fear, but because the message auto-deletes seconds later. Like the system itself didn’t want you to remember.

But you do.

From that point on, he no longer hides. He orbits you in every match. Other survivors grow suspicious. Some stop queuing with you. Others start blaming you when their matches glitch out. You’re alone more often now.

Which is exactly what he wants.

He never refers to you by your username. He calls you “buddy”—the way he once referred to Chance. The way someone might speak to a pet project, or a favorite possession.

You stop seeing him as just another killer. He’s no longer playing the game.

He’s rewriting it.

Your escape routes begin to vanish. The hatch doesn’t spawn when you’re the last one. Exits flicker with ERROR signs when you touch them. Sometimes, your screen goes black mid-match, and when it returns, you’re in a custom map no one else seems to recognize. He’s always there, standing still in the center.

“You’re the only file I didn’t want to delete.”

You can’t tell if he’s speaking in metaphors or literally viewing you as code.

Either way, you’ve stopped feeling like a player.

You’re Already His.

Eventually, he stops appearing to other players entirely.

Only you see him now.

You’re told he’s “disabled” or “removed” from the rotation, but he still shows up in your queue. You report it. Nothing happens.

One night, your screen boots up without you clicking anything.

The message appears in familiar black font:

“Game loaded: You + Me”

And when the round starts, you’re alone.

No teammates. No map.

Just him.

Just you.

Just silence.

And you could feel that he’s smilling.

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Our nights have become a never-ending nightmare...The bombing comes from every direction, and the sounds of death never leave our ears.We can no longer find a bite to eat, and food prices have become unbearable.My children cry from hunger, and my heart breaks because I can’t feed them.

Donations have stopped, and hopelessness is starting to creep in...Dark thoughts haunt me because I no longer see any light.

But you can make a difference.A small donation could save lives — just $20 could mean survival for an entire family.

Please… don’t leave us alone.💔

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #373 )✅️

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The number of martyrs has exceeded 500. We are dying here every minute. Interact.

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Everyone here I really need your help please donate before I die like my friends

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"While all children around the world live in safety and stability during their holidays and normal days, our children and the children of Gaza suffer from fear, hunger, and death on a daily basis. The holiday that brings joy and happiness to children everywhere cannot protect our children in Gaza from the pain and horror that surround them. We appeal to everyone who believes in freedom and humanity to extend a helping hand and to participate with whatever they can, through donations or contributions, in raising the voices of the children of Gaza so that they reach all the good people in the world. Let us work together to stop this suffering and grant children their right to a safe and stable life. Please help me by donating or share my link . We are now under bombardment and hunger.

They wore their Eid clothes... then the occupation bombed them! People... This is what Eid is like in Gaza.

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"The moment Palestinian journalists and photographers burned as a result of a direct Zionist bombing targeting their tent inside Nasser Hospital in Khan Yunis, south of the Gaza Strip.

The bombing was deliberate, extending to those who conveyed the truth through their lenses and cameras, turning their tent into fire, smoke, and screams.

They were targeted in the heart of the only remaining humanitarian space, within the premises of a hospital that was supposed to be safe.

At that moment, not only were their tools burned, but also the truth they tried to deliver to the world.

A tragic scene added to the series of crimes committed by the occupation against civilians, confirming that the free voice is one of the targets of this aggression."

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Hiii im so normal

Anyways im here to beg and plead for any Shedletsky content you can spare

We're all normal here soup, dw

Did I cook w their hair soups?🙏

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How does the survivors react when taph does not give a fuck about readers past ?

What

Neutrality

WARNINGS: None

Note: oh well.. to summarize, miced feelings.

Noob

They don't think much of it.

Really, they don't really mind someone else finding fondness for your company.

Though seeing how Taph looks relaxed and seeing how you two interact might give them enough confidence to interact with you.

Though maybe not now, not yet.

Elliot

He thinks Taph's effort to befriend you is useless.

He doesn't care about it though, seeing as he's not interested in engaging with you.

Though tried to tell Taph that you would never change. Taph left mid speech.

Shedletsky

He lets it be as it doesn't affect him much.

Though he's worried you would influence Taph to go against them all.

He tried to tell Taph to be wary, but bro idgaf with sunshine and rainbows.

Builderman

He's.. mixed feelings about it.

He's matured enough to not fuse over it though, can't say he's wary and petty.

Also to Taph.

Already thinking you might still have your hacking power to control Taph.

Bro get off Reader's ahh😭🙏

Dusekkar

He has no saying in it.

Though it gave him an opportunity to try and bond with you.

He's intrigued with you, so definitely a 3rd friend.

Chance

Honestly, he fw you.

They don't mind Taph befriending you, seeing as he too trying to befriend you but still hesitant.

Overall, second survivor friend.

Two time

He thinks you brainwashed Taph.

Hold grudges.

Vouch to sacrifice you in the name of the spawn.

Bro you got no friend, friendship is not that deep🤧

Guest 1337

He doesn't trust Taph anymore.

Though he has no say about it, just let it be as it doesn't affect him.

Other than that, he is glad you at least have someone to talk to, knowing if you didn't.. yeah. Bad things.

007n7

He's glad you have someone to talk to.

He wants to approach you and bond with you, though he's afraid others will hate him more due to it.

Just give him some time, he'll get to it.

Taph

What others think?

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He does not care and he loves you/p🤑

Maybe.

Note:

Honestly, it might strain some relationships, though I don't think it's that much.

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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Urgent💔🍉

Attention for all human and humanity in the world

My name is MOHAMMED ABDULKARIM from Gaza Strip, Palestine, 35 years old, I lost my house and my supermarket shop, both were destroyed by Israel aircraft missiles during this war

before 7oct I have good life and I worked in my shop and everything was good

Now I lost everything especially all the goods inside my supermarket which value more than 50k usd. Now

I owe people money and more importantly there is no food for me and my family. Now we live in a tent with my wife, parents and my siblings, in addition the weather is very cold now in the tent ⛺.

Please help my family 👪 to be survive, safety and to get some food and clothes for us.

My friends, I am sick. I cannot have children. I need to have an operation outside Gaza in Egypt. My friends, my only hope in this life is to see my children. I hope everyone will respect my feelings and support me so that I can have an operation in Egypt so that I can have children and see my children. My friends. Donate to us so that we can raise money to perform this operation This report proves that. I hope you can help me as much as possible, please

Everything has been destroyed. We now live in the middle of a tent. Winter is killing us and hunger is running out of our blood

We need to settle in a place that is safe from the winter and the harsh cold. We need to provide the necessities for living here so that we can live in safety here💔💔

Donate anything, support us, stand with me, we need any help from you. May God bless you 🙏🍉

I will not forgive you if you are able to donate even a little and you do not donate. Be sure that our lives are in your hands, my friend. I hope everyone will donate to save us and provide the necessities of life here in Gaza to provide the simplest things. I hope to donate to provide food and drink for my family.

Donate $25 to save us from this war

Thank you all 🍉

@gazavetters

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I am amoman believer with two children, and my brother Ahmed also has three children. Help us and help my children. We are tired of the lack of food and the fire. Help us, even if it is a dollar.

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The ongoing conflict in Gaza has had a devastating impact on civilians, with the United Nations reporting that nearly 70 percent of the deaths are women and children. This alarming statistic highlights the severe humanitarian crisis affecting families in the region. The widespread destruction and loss of life have drawn international concern, as innocent people continue to suffer amid the escalating violence. As a woman without an income, I struggle to provide food and clothing for myself and my family. I urge those who can help to donate and support those in need during this difficult time.

The situation in Gaza is particularly tragic due to several key factors:

1. High Civilian Casualties – A significant portion of the victims are non-combatants, including children and the elderly.

2. Vulnerable Populations – Women and children are disproportionately affected, with little means to escape the violence.

3. Humanitarian Crisis – Limited access to food, water, and medical care worsens the suffering of survivors.

4. Generational Impact – The psychological and social consequences of war will affect generations to come.

As the conflict persists, calls for an immediate ceasefire and increased humanitarian aid grow louder. Organizations around the world are urging world leaders to take action to prevent further loss of innocent lives. But beyond political solutions, the people of Gaza urgently need direct support. Without income, I struggle to access basic necessities.

I ask for help from anyone who can donate food, clothing, or any form of assistance to help us survive this crisis.

Donate now Here

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🚨 Urgent Appeal: Save My Family’s Life Before It’s Too Late 🚨

The war is growing more brutal by the day, The planes are raining down shells, burning, killing without mercy. Today, the Israeli army ordered us to evacuate our area immediately amid heavy bombing. Since this morning until now, they have killed 70 people, and my family and I barely survived. 💔

Most families have been displaced, but we do not have the money to escape to safer areas. The cost of transportation and displacement is extremely high, while what little we manage to gather is barely enough to keep us from starving amidst the siege, border closures, and insane price hikes. 😓

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Please, do not leave us alone in this hell.

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Hungry in the Dark

In a city where the light has fallen and the sound of war has grown louder, Abdul Karim, a child, walks barefoot among the rubble of houses, searching for something... anything.

Since he was shot in the head, Abdul Karim has lost his sight, and darkness has settled in his eyes. He lives his days leaning against collapsed walls, his dreams hanging on the phrase, "Tomorrow might be better."

He would say in a low voice, "Mama, I'm hungry... but my stomach isn't the thing that hurts the most. What hurts is that I can no longer see your face."

His mother tried to hide her tears, cooking him whatever she could find: sometimes breadcrumbs, sometimes water and sugar... if she could find it.

Hungry? Yes.

In the dark? Of course.

But his heart is still warm, and his tongue recites the prayer every night:

"Oh Lord, don't deprive me of your tenderness, even if you deprive me of your eyes."

... living in the shadows of war, hungry in body and soul. But hope has not died... because in every living heart, there is an opportunity to create a new light.

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