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headlessjest · 7 months

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How about some romantic stuff!! Some of y'all need your romance.

Hanging out HCs

Ft: Hank, Deimos, Sanford, Jedediah, Tricky, Sheriff, 2BDamned, Phobos, and Auditor.

Hank:

・I think y'all would probably just stay home.

・You both just had a very stressful mission, so why not relax back at the apartment.

・They'll probably watch TV with you with the few tv stations Nevada can have.

・Cuddling is something he can do with you too. Just on bed or on the couch and just cuddle.

・There will be a couple times where he just lays on the ground with you and wonder what the hell happened to this place.

・"(Name)... Thank you.."

Deimos:

・Going out and eating Burger Gil's!

・Deimos just wants to enjoy his favorite food place with you.

・This can also be an excuse to to eat at Gil's in general, but it's nice to do it with you.

・When y'all are done at eating at Gil's, maybe a quick trip to the bakery.

・He threw up the Burger Gil's on the way there so you had to carry him back home.

・"That burger was sure good, but you're just as good."

Sanford:

・Alright, endless stary night, blanket, and you two. That's how it's gonna go.

・Just you two hanging out on a hill and looking up on the stary night, relaxing.

・There will be a few times bandits will try and get you two, but that's why y'all brought guns to this evening.

・Other than getting interrupted by bandits and a couple of zeds, this hangout is wonderful for the both of you.

・You accidentally fell asleep during this, but Sanford didn't mind carrying you back.

・"Thank you for this time, sweetie.."

Jedediah:

・Going scavenger hunting.

・Jedediah surprisingly enjoys collecting stuff. It calms him down, and doing it with you makes him extra calm.

・You'll probably find a old coin or a rock with a cool texture and look to it and dash back to Jeb to show him.

・He also sometimes finds cool looking rocks and gives them to you. Like penguins.

・After going around and finding some cool stuff, you and Jeb head back home and organize all the stuff you both found.

・"These are beautiful, darling.. Just like you."

Tricky:

・Y'all go partying.

・I think y'all would also listen to your both favorite songs when partying. (His being all ICP songs and the chicken dance remix.)

・I think after the partying stuff is over with, y'all kinds just head back home and relax after the long night.

・If you get overwhelmed at the party, Tricky will notice and try to find a way to calm you down.

・Other than that y'all actually have a great time.

・"CL0WN L0V3S Y0U!!!1!1!"

Sheriff:

・I think y'all would hang out at a nice bar. (If possible that is..)

・I think he took you to the bar in the first place because it was the easiest place to go without him freaking the fuck out and being horrified.

・Also, because he's been busy lately and wanted to spend time with you.

・He might also get a little drunk from drinking too much.

・You also had to drag him back home.

・"Darlin'... When do you get so beautiful/handsome?"

2BDamned:

・Y'all also stay home.

・He just wants to relax with you and just hang out in bed. Nothing much really.

・He also is just a little stressed with everything, so relaxing with you seems like a perfect thing for the time being.

・I think y'all would also watch a quick movie for fun. Like a older movie from the later 90s and early 2000s.

・Other than that, relaxing with you makes his day better, no matter what.

・"This means a lot to me, (Name).. Thank you.."

Phobos:

・I think he would dance with in his office.

・The red lighten room and the slow jazz playing in the background, just you two slow dancing for the joy of it.

・Phobos made sure that no one would bother you both during this. I mean, quite literally.

・I think during this, you might doze off a bit from the slow atmosphere.

・Phobos does notice this and y'all get ready for bed.

・"Tonight was lovely.. We should do this again.."

Auditor:

・I think y'all just hang out and watch cat videos all night long.

・Most romantic thing I've ever heard.

・I think you both would also hold eachothers hand during too. Auditors love language is physical touch. (Somehow..)

・Another thing is that whenever you both see a cat that reminded of you both, you would point it out.

・This also made you both question about getting a cat.

・"Hm, a fur baby seems nice."

I'm absolutely shaking rn. Ate an entire tub of coffee icecream, also mixed with the excitement of watching the fnaf movie tomorrow!!!!

-Jester

#madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #hank j. wimbleton x reader #deimos x reader #sanford x reader #jebus x reader #sheriff x reader #tricky x reader #2bdamned x reader #phobos x reader #auditor x reader #Hhhhh #I finally made a romantic hc thingy!!!

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abstract-crossverse · 2 years

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"Madness Day 2022" [Various x Reader, fic, either platonic or romantic, its up for interpretation]

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Another say, another Madness is what youd tell yourself, and today was a somewhat special day, since it celebrated the day Madness came to Nevada

Well... It wasnt particularly celebration, as it sounds wrong to celebrate a day where many were killed ruthlessly, dont you think?

I guess... Think of it as a day everyone takes a day off, a holiday of sorts, where you all take a break from the constant bloodshed, even the AAHW would take a break from searching for Hank

That is if Hank or Tricky don't get bored enough to kill today. Which thankfully hasnt happened during this day in all the years Nevada has been the warzone it constantly is

It was also surprising because the Clown didnt bother killing anyone today either, nor did it pick a fight with Hank whenever they crossed ways, seems like it made a truce with Hank just for these days in specific

In fact, said Clown was currently sitting on your thorn couch, shaking wildly as always, you and the Four men you lived with standing in front of the clown as it looked up at you, eyes snapping between each as it waited for someone to say anything, bouncing its leg rapidly

You, Sanford and Deimos pretty much had the same stare of confusion, Deimos lit another cigarette with his thumb, taking a drag of it before blowing the smoke to the side. Hank glared at rhe clown, though you could feel the same amount of confusion in his glare

He had a truce with Tricky, and as much as he wanted to thow it out of his home, they promised each other that they wouldnt cause physical damage to each other as long as the other didnt inniate combat, the clown was a violent being but at least it stuck to its word, and Hank really didnt feel like being thrown around today, it was one o lf the rare days he could actually relax

Doc let out an aggravated sigh, rubbing his facial cross under his mask

"Clown, what are you doing here?" He questioned, arms crossed under his chest as the hand rubbing his face would limp to the side, palm up

"CLOWN WANTS TO SPEND MADNESS DAY WITH CLOWN'S FRIEND!!" it yelled, leaning forward slightly as happiness laced its glitchy voice

"we're- not your friends though--" Sanford spoke, though being rudely interrupted by the clown

"NOT YOU FOUR, DUMMY. [NAME]! THEY'RE CLOWN'S FRIEND!! :oD" it pointed at you, which made the others look at you in a small amount of shock, Hank glared at you even harder, you almost felt like he felt betrayed

"... Dont look at me like that, he's a cool guy to hang out with if hes not trying to kill people-" you crossed your arms and looked off to the side

they deadpanned at you, they knew you probably didnt mean to friend the clown, as they knew anyone who showed it kindness a few repeated times it immediately clinged to said person

You were a kind soul amongst many who had 'kill or be killed' engraved in their minds beyond repair, youd still be kind to someone even if they tried to kill you, albeit hesitant

Hank gave a disaproving look but didnt say anything, though it understood why the clown would think youre both friends, your kindness in this hard world could be quite addicting, specially for those who havent gotten a single drop of kindness or mercy for years, he'd know

"but did you have to invade our base? Couldnt you have called them outside or arranged a spot for you both to meet at?" Doc added, looking at Tricky once again, gesturing outside

"I MISSED THEM TOO MUCH, YOU ALL ALREADY SEE THEM EVERYDAY! I ONLY SEE THEM EVERY FEW DAYS, CLOWN COULDNT WAIT!! YOU CANT BLAME ME" it whined, getting up from the couch and immediately clinging to you in a hug in a blink of an eye, you flinched lightly, feeling the clowns arms wrap around you firmly, as well as its hand shakingly petting your head

You just accepted you're stuck now, Deimos groaned dramatically, throwing his head back

"cmoooon are you serious? You broke our door just because youre impatient??" He threw his arms to the side as he looked back at Tricky

Theres was a pause, Tricky staring at Deimos as it and you shook, you couldn't help shaking with it, after all it was holding you basically glued to it's body

".... YEAH" Deimos just looked at Tricky with a deadpan and Sanford facepalmed, shortly after, there was a little ahem coming from the door, you all switched your attention to the door

Jeb was standing there, a few bottles of soda under one of his arms "... Hofnarr said there was a party here?-"

"YEAH JEBBY, IT'S HERE! GIMME THOSE!" Tricky let go of you and zoomed to Jeb, taking the sodas from him "WHERE'S KITCHEN?" you just- pointed at the kitchen's door and Tricky ran passed you to it

Hank turned to the man in white "the clown told you there was a party here??"

"well, yes. And he wouldnt stop pestering me to go, so I gave in.. nothings decorated though-"

"yeah! Because there ISNT one! We didnt agree to have a party here-" Deimos kicked in, throwing his arms in the air

While the boys argued with one another, you and Doc went to the kitchen, where Tricky seemed to be looking all around, you spoke first

"Tricky, bud- did you tell people there would be a party here?-"

"YEA! TO CELEBRATE MADNESS!!"

"T-Tricky- this place isnt supposed to be known!-"

"how many did you invite?" Doc interrupted you, sternly asking, Tricky made a comic thinking pose, then counting on his fingers. You and Doc shared a look of tired dismay, you could hear Tricky mumble

"Coward, Jebby, Rat man, Gilly, Gunners... A LOT OF PEOPLE!!" It looked back at you both, smiling under its mask

Doc took a deep breath, getting more and more irritated by the second

"any.. one we should worry about?" You asked, almost pleading with your eyes that Tricky didnt invite any of your enemies here

"OH! I DID INVITE CHIMNEY SMOKE, ELECTRIC ELL, GOOP MAN, GEOMETRY BOI AND THE BITCHASS FIGURE HEAD!" it said, in the most innocent voice it could muster, you both looked at him wide eyed

"you WHAAAT?!?!" you both screamed in sync, catching the attention of the others, as they rushed over to see what was going on, you think you never heard Doc yell like this before, which even surprised you

Tricky reeled back, balancing himself in a cartoony defense, standing in one leg all shriveled up and covering his head with his hands

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND???!" Doc yelled, getting in Tricky's face, Sanford stepped, holding back by the shoulders "calm down, Boss, what's going on??"

"ah- Tricky invited almost everyone in Nevada for this 'party' he's throwing here." you explained, "including Auditor, some other guys, and Phobos."

now it was time for the boys to get mad, Hank marched up to the clown, grabbing it by it's jacket's collar and lifting it up "HEY NO! REMEMBER OUR TRUCE FOR TODAY, NO VIOLENCE ALLOWED!!"

Hank glared at it, shaking it roughly, it wasn't really violence if it didn't injure, that's his thought process at least, Tricky made a rattling sound, like shaking a rock inside a metal can "Hofnarr, what in the world?? why would you invite them? you know we're against them!" Jeb butted in as Hank finally stopped shaking the clown

"ITS A PARTY! AND ITS OFF DAY, I THOUGHT IT'D BE UNFAIR TO LEAVE THEM OUT OF THE PARTY!"

"THERE'S NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE A PARTY HERE, WE DIDN'T AGREE TO THAT, AND NOW WE'LL HAVE TO MOVE. AGAIN." Deimos yelled, throwing his cigarette on the ground out of anger, stomping on it to put it out while grumbling, Sanford was also annoyed, a grimace on his face as they'll now have to deal with most people who hate them, hopefully they'll also have the mentality of 'no violence today' for this party

"good lord now we're going to have to deal with them, if Christoff's already here, who's to say they're not already halfway here?-" Doc rubbed his temples, annoyed "could we just, yknow- tell them there was a mistake and that there is no party?" Deimos suggested

"NAH-UH!! WE'RE HAVING THIS PARTY WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!" Tricky yelled, Hank dropped the clown back on its feet, your buddies groaned and sighed

Doc began to give out orders, as their 'guests' could be here any minute, at least they'll have a plan "FINE- fine... but if we're going through with this let's at least make this a decent-looking party.. Tricky, since this was your idea, you get to decorate, but don't go overboard. Jebediah, since you don't live here, can you be in charge of getting snacks?-"

"I CALLED STEVE HERE, HE'S BRINGING HOT DOGS! AND GIL'S BRINGING BURGERS!!" the boys looked at Tricky with confused looks, you looked at them with a deadpan "Hotdog Vendor." you simply said, they let out an understanding sound, Tricky looked at them in disbelief "YOU REALLY DIDNT KNOW HIS NAME WAS STEVE?-" "no time for that, you can be upset about it later, Tricks. what else, Doc?"

"alright, still, Christoff, if you can cook anything, and if we have the ingredients, go for it." Jeb nodded, knowing he had no way out of this situation, he already went to the cabinets looking for ingredients and Tricky zoomed off to get decorations

"as for you four, start packing your things and leave them in the truck, Sanford, once you finish packing come help Christoff with the food, Hank help me load the things in, [Name] and Deimos greet the guest. k go go gO-"

And so, you all scrambled off, Doc rushing to the room he had the makeshift medbay in and you four rushing up to the 2nd floor of the building to your makeshift rooms, you had to room with Hank since there were only two rooms, and the duo refused to part. thankfully Hank wasn't that bad of a roommate, you just- woke up sometimes to him staring at you, either staring you down beside your mattress or from his own, it was a little odd but you didn't dare say anything about it, you also found out he sleeps with his mask, bandana, and goggles on, or maybe he just didn't want you seeing his face, which was completely valid

but it's not the time to think about that, you have to pack your things fast before people start coming in

god Tricky, what did you put us into

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thankfully you all didn't have much going on in your rooms aside from most weapons, this wasn't the first time you had to move locations in a hurry, which was good because you were able to load the truck with your stuff pretty quickly, only the medbay was taking a bit longer

Sanford was currently in the kitchen helping Jeb with the last of the snacks they were able to quickly make, and meanwhile, you and Deimos moved the broken doors aside so they wouldn't just be on the ground as people came in, Tricky did a pretty good job on the decor too

black, red and grey balloons around the corners, some paper springs on the ceiling and a big banner on top of the kitchen's entrance saying 'HAPPY MADNESS DAY 2022!!!!!!' inrg red, as well as an identical one on top of the front door

you just wondered where tricky got more couches??? once you came downstairs there was an L-shaped couch around the one you already had, which was also turned to the L couch, as long with two solo ones, and a few metal chairs near the walls for the ones who didn't want to socialize on the couches, he also replaced the tv table with two dining tables lines on the wall for the food

Gil was the first to get there, with multiple bags of burgers on his green arms, Deimos immediately lighted up from his grumpy mood upon seeing the Zed G03LM, rushing over to him with a greeting and helping him carry the burgers inside, the zed slurred a 'thank you' as they went inside

you just finished setting up some towels to look more presentable on the tables as they came in, Sanford and Jeb also came out with the homemade snacks they managed to make and placed them on the table, you walked to stand near the door to greet the next guest went Hank and Doc rushed past you to get to the back of the house to load the last things from the medbay in the truck, almost knocking you over accidentally, Doc chocked a 'sorry' as they left view

you just chuckled, this was a mess huh? at least things were done in time before most of the guests came in, the Hotdog vendor was next, still in his usual apron as he brought his whole ass cart with him

you greeted the man with a smile, who returned the same, he liked you, aside from Tricky you're the only nice client he has, though he's pretty sure Tricky is only more behaved towards him to get hotdogs faster since Steve didn't bend for rude clients

"Hey Steve, glad you could make it!" you said with a wave "Sup, [Name]! good to see you too-.. what happened to your door?-" "Clown." you simply replied, gesturing to the broken doors to the side of the house

Steve chuckled "well isn't that convenient? then I don't have to take the cart inside, could you help me take the dogs inside and hide the cart under the doors?-" "I CAN HELP! I CAN HELP!" Tricky zoomed beside you jumping excitedly like a little kid, making your clothes swoosh a little with the speed he came with-

the hotdog man laughed at Tricky's excitement, accepting the help, the clown immediately rushed off to grab a big plate for the hotdogs, coming back just as quick as both of them began loading the plate

you looked behind them and saw the well-known cowboy coming your way, you began walking to meet him halfway, he tipped his head at you and smiled "howdy, [Name], real nice seein' ya, I ain't late, am I?"

you chuckled at his accent, it always amused you "good to see you too, Sher. no, you're actually pretty early, you can get going inside."

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and bit by bit, more and more Guests came along, first came some familiar faces, Skinner, Dave, Q-bert, Bossman- all in the same ride, then came the Gunner Twins, Crackpot- hell even Garrett showed up,

everyone was already inside by now, chattering and laughter around the room as Tricky chatted with Garrett, Crackpot and Steve about Slaughter Time, Hank just stood in the corned talking to Doc and Skinner leaning on the wall as Deimos chatted with Gil, Sanford and the rest eating and chatting near the tables, this reminded you of the past when Madness wasn't a thing

when everyone wasn't constantly trying to kill each other, the so-called Madness Day was a breath of Fresh air honestly... though you were still missing a couple guests, so you were just standing against the front door waiting. Jeb came up beside you, crossing his arms over his chest

"taking a breather?" he asked, leaning on the wall beside you "ehh, that and waiting for Auditor and co." Jeb sighed aggrievedly "gods.. why did he invite them, they were constantly trying to kill us."

you chuckled, giving him a jab with your elbow "because it would be fair for them not to be invited on an off day, remember?" you recalled what Tricky said earlier, you got a small smile from the older man, he sighed

"... this is oddly peaceful.. it almost feels wrong..."

"I know, right? it's so weird not having to fight for your life against these guys..." you thew your head back, gently bonking the back of your head against the wall, hearing the laughs from inside flood your brain, they actually seem like they're having a good time

silence fell among you both, as you just waited for the last ones to come, feeling the breeze hit your face as you occasionally looked around the land, eventually, Jeb broke the silence

"... [Name], may I be honest with you?"

"sure, what's up, old man?" you joked, looking at him with a grin, he shot you a glare before softening again, looking out at the land and shaking his head with a small smile

"you know, since you came along, things have been a lot more interesting... not much different from a world standpoint but- since I met you, things have been.. different."

"Really?"

he nodded "you brought some light to darkness, it's clear the others like you, you're a pleasing presence, kind, calm and playful, I honestly hadn't seen the four ever really smile as much as they do around you- well, I can't tell for Hank, but I can for Deimos and Sanford, and hear a smile in Doc's voice when you talk to them."

you almost teared up, smiling at him over the sweet words "oh.. Jeb.. that's-"

"Fucking ridiculous." you yelped as you were suddenly picked up, and placed on a broad shoulder, looking down, you realized it was Phobos- now you're damn confused

"Phobos?! you fiend, put them down!" Jeb pulled out his sword, pointing up at Phobos "do not point my own sword at me, Jebediah, I was there when it was made." the Director pushed the sword to the side with his hand "and remember, no violence day, Christoff~" he grinned behind his bandages as Jeb glared at him, hesitantly putting away his sword

"thank you for your patience, by the way, I was quite busy." The Director looked up at you, satisfied that at least someone was decent enough to wait to greet him "ah-.. of course, Director, welcome... May you put me down?-"

Phobos nodded, putting you down and walking inside, you and Jebediah suddletly felt a chill down your spines, you looked in front of you, four cores in different colors decended from the sky, taking form shortly after

The first was Auditor in all his red flaming glory;

Then the blue core, who seemed to have a water like consistency, although you could see what looked like glitches around it and deep blue eyes, they looked tired; you had asked Jeb before about them when you were able to, you recalled this one was called Conductor

The next was the white core, they seemed to have a more geometric or blocky take to its form and white eyes, seemed the more neutral looking of them; you think this is Deliberator

And next was the pink core, who has a goopy like consistence, though while it formed it seemed to fog in your vision, sure they looked a lot more softer then what you initially saw, they had bright pink eyes, look smug and ready to cause chaos; this must be Stygian

Jeb sighed, looking annoyed at rhe four "so you finally decided to show up..."

"oh shut your trap, Christoff, we arrived right at the time the clown gave us... [Name]." Auditor greeted you with a nod, which you returned, he began to walk inside with his friends, the other three waved at you as they passed you and Christoff

You waved back as Christoff rubbed his face "this'll be a long gathering..." You groaned, you laughed softly, hearing Tricky begin to play some music

"tell me about it... Lets get inside before they break tradition and start killing each other over something dumb." You began heading inside, Jebediah couldnt help but smile a little at your remark with a puff from his nose, soon walking inside as well and deciding to join Tricky on the speakers, faintly hearing Phobos talk great shit about himself as always

He thought back on what you two were talking about earlier.... This feels normal.. even with all the interesting faces of those who won their concequences from their actions.. it still felt mostly normal again, no violence, no madness, no fights.. at least physical ones for today

He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips, until Tricky walked to him

"HAPPY MADNESS DAY, JEBBY!" it exclaimed, handing the other a drink... It had its mask around its neck and back, a drink in its other hand... Was he wearing his old glasses...?

Christoff stared at his friend for a moment, before chuckling and smiling at the Clown

"Happy Madness Day... Hofnarr..."

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orderly-anon · 1 year

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hello, are you able to write any romantic headcanons for sheriff ?

much appreciated <3

I'd love to!

//THE SHERIFF\\

ROMANTIC HCS

Prescription: Yandere Romantic Headcanons

Side Affects: Obsessive behavior, unbalanced power dynamics, nonconsensual drugging, nonconsensual affection

Doctor's Notes: The reader is assumed to be a MERCenary working under the Sheriff.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

]] Sheriff, at first at least, wants to court you.

]] He does it anonymously in the beginning, and you even resort to changing your number as the texts begin to tell you things about your daily life that no one should know.

]] Not realizing that he shouldn't have escalated so quickly, he starts sending you gifts. They'd be cute if you didn't assume they were from a stalker.

]] You try going off the grid. You delete your Bumblr account, your Killter account, you destroy your phone, you do everything except quit your job.

]] That was your first mistake.

]] The gifts are delivered directly to your office, your (new) doorstep, your work mailbox, your home mailbox-- they're everywhere.

]] You start having paranoid breakdowns at work, lashing out at everyone, even your boss.

]] It's now or never, if he doesn't act soon you'll never trust him.

]] He calls you into his office one day, and you obediently go. Obedience. . . he always liked that about you.

]] As soon as you're in, the door is locked. You're directed to sit down.

]] "Mercenary," he says, "You been actin' a bit. . . anxious lately."

]] You pick at your elbows and chatter your teeth nervously with no response from your lips. You're on high alert.

]] Sheriff notices this and offers you a shot of whiskey, which you refuse. He persists, and you give in, not wanting to be at the receiving end of his anger.

]] "Ye've been a good worker, Mercenary. Yer obedient. . . yer efficient. . . yer. . . pretty."

]] You start to feel woozy, and you tell him you'd better get back to work. You get up on shaky legs, and Sheriff gets up and rushes to your side.

]] "No no, doll, ye best sit down. 'Fore ye hurt yerself."

]] Unable to think properly, you agree and sit down. The glass slips from your hand and you barely notice when Sheriff kisses your cheek. "Yer safe, doll." He chuckles.

"Finally safe with me."

#drugging tw #madcom sheriff #madness combat x reader #yandere madness combat #madcom #madness combat #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines

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amunisence · 2 years

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Nevada isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us

Rogue Player AU: Prologue Part 1

Madness: Project Nexus Self Aware AU belongs to saltymongoose

I was also inspired by Purgatory Mode - New Player AU by dallyfae who further inspired me and encouraged me to post my fanfic

Check them both out they're phenomenal! Story is on an indefinite hiatus.

CW: Violence, obsessive behavior(?)/toxicity(?), slight language, Player is all around not a good person here tbh-

This originated on the idea of the Player being a "bad guy". After all, the Player is a powerful being. The Player could easily develop a Phobos-esque God complex from the endless adoration from the vessels. Also I'm just doing this for fun, so I don't mean to step on anyone's toes whatsoever. I also haven't finished Arena Mode yet, so my AU may not be 100% lore accurate forgive me. I'm so nervous to post this, but I had a lot of fun writing it so enjoy!

Next>>

No one knows how it began. Sure, there was a lead-up to it. Hank, Sanford, Deimos, and the others could sense the Player's new craving for violence and power, but they didn't know where these new desires manifested. Despite some of the group's apprehension, they did not confront their concerning behavior until it was too late. Their beloved Player turned rogue and abandoned them. It is now up to the forsaken vessels to put aside their differences and stop the Player's rampage before Nevada resides further into disaster.

In an attempt to corner them, the vessels agree to use Sheriff as bait...

Sheriff, on the other hand, absolutely loathes this decision. They want him to act as bait for the Player? Someone, he not only respects but is rather intimidated by? It's not like he could say no—not with Hank there.

According to Christoff, the Player seems to be targeting any grunt in a position of power. That's why Sheriff, who's in charge of MERC, is the only one at short notice who could draw them in. Christoff warned him that his defenses would need major reinforcements against the Player. The goal was to distract them long enough to give Christoff and the others a window of opportunity to act.

After a long night of deliberation, Sheriff constructs a fort of defenses that he hopes is dense enough to delay their wrath. Christoff predicts MERC will be targeted today for a myriad of reasons, but the main gist Sheriff got was that he's "next in line".

Like Christoff predicted, the Player did indeed arrive at MERC, but... they’re different from how Sheriff remembers them. The Player's strings, now dull ebony, are tangled tightly around their being (and it honestly looks uncomfortable). Your soft tender smile is now stoic and sour. What happened?

"AUUGH!" a cry from one of his men jolts Sheriff back to reality. The Player slams the recruit to the ground while their strings grasp another.

"Where's the Sheriff?" with no response, the recruit is haphazardly flung over their shoulder. This display puts a deep pit in Sheriff's stomach. They really are out for his head. It won't be long before they breach his first line of defense, so he retreats further into the building for his own sake.

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"Christoff, where the hell are you?" Sheriff plants himself around the corner from the Player. He's sweating enough bullets for an army.

The Player, on the other hand, is irritated by everyone's lack of cooperation. Is it that hard to tell them where the Sheriff is? Their strings catch a wrench inches from their skull. The Player snaps their head back and locks eyes with the laborer trying to strike them. Amidst his pleas for mercy, their strings spin around his neck and drag him closer. They get a hold of the wrench and raise it threateningly.

"You have three seconds to tell me where-"

Klang! The wrench propelled out of their grasp. Someone shot at them. The Player’s eyes snap to the anxious cowboy pointing his revolver in their direction. Merely tossing the laborer aside, the Player homes in on the fleeing Sheriff.

"Christoff, get yer ass here now!" He rounds another corner but collides with another grunt. "Hey! Get! Get outta my-" Sheriff now sees the bright red orbs of the grunt in front of him and recoils with a yelp. He then spots Christoff not far behind. "Well, ‘bout time you showed up."

"I trust that you were well equipped to preoccupy the Player until our arrival," Christoff says with crossed arms. Before Sheriff responds, the Player approaches from around the corner.

"Player, you go no further," says Christoff"Yes, not without that," the Player hums, stretching an arm towards Christoff, "Ť̵̬h̵͎͆ȅ̸̦ ̵͓̓k̷͚̉ḛ̵̓y̸͈͑s̵̞̃t̷̥̆ò̸̤ń̵̙e̸̤͠ ̵̤͌f̵̞̕r̶͈͝à̵̤g̷͙͠m̶͇̋ẻ̶͖n̵̙̆t̴̢͆.̸͖̎"

Edited A/N: I cannot believe I didn't fact check myself when I said "artifact" instead of "keystone fragment". I wasn't entirely wrong, but I meant keystone fragment f- so I fixed it.

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dummysalmon · 1 year

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new cover for the MadComxReaders! text and no text variant. check the fic if you'd like

#new cover #wattpad #madcom #madness combat #x reader #madness hank #madness auditor #madness jebus #madness sanford #madness deimos #madness sheriff #madness combat fanart #madness tricky #tricky the clown #madness 2bdamned

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 2 years

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Jebus, Sheriff, Auditor, Tricky - S/O gets knocked up

CW: Pregnancy

Reader is AFAB but this is gender neutral.

Jebus

-The moment something is even a little off he can sense it, it’s something to do with the halo. He constantly questions you. “Are you feeling alright my angel? Are you sure? My darling I hope you know you can tell me anything.”

-Get used to being bugged because he’s not gonna stop nitpicking until his mind is soothed. He’ll pick up on it the moment you miss your monthly cycle, and he’ll search for a few tests for you.

-The moment you show him a positive he just starts hysterically crying, holding you tightly against his form and praising the heavens for this divine blessing. Nevada’s saviour just got another reason to purify the world, another reason to keep fighting.

-He is going to become an absolute helicopter over you, turning himself into a bullet sponge if he needs to, keeping you out of harms way as best as he can. Settling down isn’t really easy in Nevada but whenever he feels like a place is safe enough to leave you, he’s scoping out areas that would be private and perfect for his unborn babe to grow up in.

-Nevada isn’t really a place for children, so getting supplies for them is an absolute pain, so he resorts to just hand making things. His downtime is spent with you in his lap, one hand protectively over your stomach, the other idly knitting a blanket with levitating needles.

-He nearly bursts when he feels the scrappy babe kick, constantly praising both you and the child. “Oh, this is.. Truly something else, my angel. With a parent like you, this one is going to change Nevada.. No- the world.”

-Once a safe enough house is established, he insists on building the crib by hand, carving intricate crosses and wings into the frame.

-Jeb absolutely worships you and will answer your every beck and call, if you need extra pillows, he’s on it in an instant. Absolutely nothing but the best for his partner. Saw a cockroach? He’s on his way to destroy this foul beast for scaring his darling.

-The moment your water breaks he’s ready, he’s been feverishly devouring knowledge from any source he can on delivery. It’s just the two of you, he doesn’t trust anyone else to help. He’s with you ever step of the way, telling you when to push, reminding you to breathe, and when the pain gets too much, he relents, pulling off his halo and placing it over your head. Even with the halo giving you power, it’s an exhausting effort.

-“Come now my angel, bring forth the physical embodiment of our love, the next saviour of Nevada,” And it’s over, Jebediah cradles his newborn son, carefully towelling him off and bringing him to meet his other parent. “Look my angel, he’s got your eyes.”

Sheriff

-Let’s not kid ourselves, if this is gonna happen, it’s 100% gonna be on accident and Sheriff is gonna be floored. “Wh’d'j'mean you’re pregnant? How?!” He’s a little dense on how this works, but he’s a man that can roll with the punches.

-“So my sweet lil pie is gonna give me a new deputy eh? I wonder how small a cowboy hat I can get the boys to find.” Yes he is genuinely going to send them out to find one, he is completely serious about this. “When d'ya think they can hold a gun? I wanna train em early.” “Honey, no-”

-He starts getting a bit distant randomly, nervous in your presence, wringing his hands, tugging at his gloves, fiddling with his hat. Worry starts to creep into your mind, is he thinking of running out on you? Surely he wouldn’t, right? … Right?

-One day he cracks, gets all red and flustered and caves, dropping to one knee. “Look sweet cheeks, we gon’ do this thing, we gon’ do it right. Marry me.” Deep down he’s a romantic, likes things done in the old traditional way, that includes getting knocked up means getting hitched.

-It’s a quiet ceremony, only a couple of people are invited, while he’d love to throw a big old wedding with all the bells and whistles, he’s a marked man and that kind of attention would bring his enemies down on him fast. But don’t think for a second he isn’t going to flaunt his new spouse around town. “Ain’t they the sweetest thing out here? I’m a lucky man, that’s for sure,”

-Once again calling on his boys to find stuff for him, bribing em with a bonus if they find real quality stuff. It’s good to be in power, people eager to please to climb the ranks.

-The baby’s room is going to be horse themed, Sheriff loves horses, and his child is going to. They do not have a choice. Horse blankets, horse plushies, horse themed clothes.

-He’s gonna get the best doctor out when his young ‘un is ready to come into the world, a couple midwives on standby to help during the process as well. He cries like a bitch when he gives you his hand to hold, you crush it like its nothing in the throes of pain. A little hand breaking is nothing compared to what you’re dealing with anyway.

-“It’s a girl, a healthy little girl,” “Y'hear that darlin?! A girl!” He silently pleads that you let go of his hand. You don’t relent until you’re handed your new baby, swaddled in a horse blanket.

Auditor

-He’s another one who’s going to preplan this, being careful until both of you are completely sure this is something you can both handle. A baby future employer is a lot more work than a simple grunt. Audi tries to carefully explain that it’s likely his little flame will prefer him and the other employers.

-It’s instantaneous when it happens, he can sense it, and you can feel the heat radiating from the brewing little life form. His ghostly hands trace your stomach and he smiles. “This one is going to be powerful, whatever pathetic remnants of the rebellion that remain when they are of age will easily be stamped out under their foot.”

-Audi is ever so prideful that his favourite grunt is instantly given respect now, agents offering you their seats wherever they can, bowing their heads to you, of course those lesser beings should feel lower than you, you’re blessed with the Auditor’s offspring. You’re not some common lowlife filth, of course you’re to be waited on.

-Duty does call, he’s a busy man with a lot on his plate, but servitude to you comes first and foremost. You can get away with a lot of shit during this time, sitting on his lap during important meetings with his fellow Employers, interrupting at your every whim and he’ll submit to you, wholly devoted. The others find your grip on him slightly disturbing.

-When he personally cannot be with you, you are escorted by at least one MAG and a handful of Soldats at any given time. If you so much as get a paper cut, someone will die a slow and agonising death. You are to be protected, no matter the cost.

-The moment he suspects Hank is anywhere near your current location, the whole building goes on lockdown, you’re escorted to a bunker out of harms way, two additional MAGs joining your team because maker be damned, he’s not going to allow that monster to harm a hair on your head.

-Peaceful times with him are amazing however, his excitement and anticipation grow with each passing day. He’ll lay down with his flames gently enveloping you, enough to heat you up, he wouldn’t dare even dream of burning you. Hope you like the heat since you can’t escape it.

-During the final few days you can’t shake him at all, he’s barking orders at everyone, and shit is tense for everyone, everyone but you, of course. He wouldn’t stress out his dearly beloved. There’s a medical team on standby 24/7, and Audi’s flames seem to burn brighter, bathing the room in a red hue. He’s eager to meet Nevada’s next employer.

-Crunch time, he’s ready for it. The other Employers show up, which is kinda weird, but they are like Auditor’s siblings in a way. Still, having them hover over you at your most vulnerable is unsettling.

-“It’s uh.. on fire?” The doctor says in an apprehensive tone. “As is to be expected.” Auditor hums, taking his tiny flaming humanoid into his arms, bringing them to meet their other parent. The tiny flames that drift from them are a soft petal pink, matching their eyes. “They’re going to be a fine Employer, and Nevada will obey their every little desire.”

Tricky

-The feral scientist has a very good sense of smell, something to do with his animistic tendencies. He can smell out a hormone imbalance in you, and he won’t leave you alone. “MATE SMELLS DIFFERENT. GOOD DIFFERENT, BUT DIFFERENT.”

-The twitchy bastard won’t stop sniffing you up and down, until he sticks his head between your thighs and sniffs hard again. “THERE. CLOWN SMELLS SOMETHING DIFFERENT THERE.” “Tricky that’s rude, stop it-” You chastise him, but he persists. “KNOW THE SMELL, CAN’T REMEMBER. SMELLED IT BEFORE. CAN’T REMEMBER! WHY!?!”

-He pounds at the floor and his head before it hits him. “BABIES-” He wraps his arms around your body tightly staring up at you from his kneeling position. “CLOWN SMELLS BABIES.”

-His instincts go into complete override, all lifes purpose stripped away, mind fixated on protecting his offspring and their vessel. If someone even glances your way, he will destroy them, turning them into a fine red mist before your very eyes.

-The underground bunker you call home isn’t really a good place to rear young, and despite the fact he loves this place, his only goal is to ensure your safety and his baby’s survival. “CLOWN MAKE NEW HOME, ONE SAFE FOR CLOWN’S BABIES.”

-He doesn’t 'make’ one so much as he finds a suitable place and the previous occupants 'mysteriously left and never came back.’ Still, it’s the thought that counts, right?

-With his speed he’s in and out of places in mere seconds, bringing you back a hoard of snacks and whatever soft things he can find. With his mushy brain, he doesn’t really understand that the birth he expects, one animal like in nature, isn’t whats coming, and while the nesting is nice, it definitely isn’t going to aid in a safe delivery.

-Tricky also can’t get enough of you, he’s constantly smelling you, rubbing his chin over you like a cat to coat you in his scent, how else will people know you’re his?

-When he feels that first kick his whole body shudders, and he nearly screams aloud but pauses before his outburst, quiet, the tiny one needs quiet, and for once, he is quiet. “C…Clown happy. Clown feels you, little ones, Clown is here. Clown promises he’ll never leave. Clown.. Clown loves his babies.” He breaks away from your stomach and rubs his cheek against yours. “Clown loves his mate.”

-Hope you enjoy lounging around because he’s going to keep you in his arms for as long as he can. He adores the feeling of his young shifting around, pressing his face into your stomach and mumbling in-comprehensively at them.

-The day comes where Tricky’s offspring is ready to meet the world and he panics, hard. “Clown don’t know what to do!! Clown can’t help, Clown doesn’t know how!! Clown needs… Clown finds help, Clown will be back, Clown promises.”

-Help arrives in the form of- “Why the fuck did you bring HIM?!” From your seated position you see Tricky dragging HANK of all people by his throat. “Clown didn’t know who else to ask!! Clown isn’t very popular. Now Hank help Clown’s mate or Clown will bash your skull in.”

-This is the opposite of Hank’s job, he is utterly unqualified for this shit, but with the clown foaming at the mouth staring down at him, he aids as best he can. Tricky growls as Hank takes blankets from his pile, but quietens down when he realises the madman is trying to stem the bleeding.

-It’s slow and hard work, after hours of labouring pains, it finally ends. Once, twice, and again, three tiny babies are born and Tricky loses his shit, violently shaking, he looks like he’s about to explode with joy. A labour of love and devotion, he handles them with a delicacy.

-“Look at Clown’s babies,” He smells them all, nothing quite like fresh baby scent. “look at what Clown and mate made,” He brings them over to you, ignoring his usual play toy and just embracing his family. “Clown didn’t think he’d ever get it so good.”

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madnesscombatredacted · 1 year

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a place to send your [redacted] thought of MadCom characters...or simply, normal thoughts. i don't care, i prefer the second

inspired by @/decaydanceredacted

it's the wild west in here but just cause i post it doesn't mean i support it

unless your post is seriously repulsive it's most likely gonna end up posted

everything is completely anonymous, please only use anon thank you (if not I am not posting it, unless it's a picture then I'll quote what you said)

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #madcom #deimos #sanford #hank j. wimbleton #the auditor #jebus #2bdamned #the sheriff #tricky the clown #phobos #and everyone else i forgot #also different tags will be used for this so people wont have to randomly see this bs

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kingfranpetty · 2 years

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Hello again! I really enjoyed your post and hope you don't mind another request!

This request is also related to the Sheriff. A reader very similar to him and working as his bodyguard! To be honest, I think the reader often changed or borrowed clothes from the Sheriff! I just want to see how the main trio will react to the appearance of two sheriffs and death at the hands of one of them (just imagine how the reader snidely praises the sheriff for a good shot)

This will be short

There was two people who looked very much alike, The Sheriff and The Reader. The Reader was The Sheriff's bodyguard. They two were very happy with this and went everywhere together. They even wore each other's clothes and would confuse everyone around them by looking so similar. One day, Hank J Wimbleton and his friends, Sanford and Deimos, came along to kill The Sheriff again. (Don't ask how it was again.) They came upon The Sheriff and The Reader and were immediately baffled. Hank grumbled loud enough to be understood by everyone, "Two Sheriffs?! I killed that fucker and now there's two of them!?! Sanford, Deimos, is this a prank?!" Deimos replied quickly, "No, we just as surprised as you are, Bro." Then Hank got shot because he was standing around talking while a guy with a gun was in point blank range. Just as soon as it happened, Sanford and Deimos had picked Hank up and were running off to heal him from the gunshot. They yelled, "FUCK FUCK NOT AGAIN!!" as they ran off. The Reader complimented, "Good shot." The Sheriff looked away and blushed to himself as he readied himself to speak. He breathed out, "Well I am a Sheriff."

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warcriminalcommie · 2 years

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Somewhere In... Deez N—

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'Sup. My name is Ay, I'm just your local (cringe as fuck) idiot on her i d i o t i c writing account. I honestly am still pretty weirded out about posting shit on Tumblr, specifically writing, but still. I gotta get used to it SOMEHOW.

Basically what I currently write is Madness Combat X Reader. I might consider Roblox X Reader later but I'm trying my best with my motivation right now.

And to the people who are from my Wattpad, pretend my update schedule history thing is actually existing and that I am a very competent writer that writes very frequently.

So uh. Here are the request rules, I suppose?

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Very epik, go ahead. (I will do this.)

Fluff.

Angst.

Platonic.

Platonic Character/Reader + Child!Reader/Child!Character. (It will be marked with a "+" or "&" instead of an "X". If not, then I forgot to mark it as such.)

Female!Reader.

Slightly suggestive stuff.

Violence and bloody stuff. (Kind of obvious since it's Madness Combat.)

Yanderes. (nO— I won't be romanticizing the yandere actions. All yandere relationships are abusive and unhealthy, y'know.)

Alphabets. (Fluff alphabet, SFW alphabet, Angst alphabet, etc... but of course not the NSFW alphabet.)

Boi what the hell boi. (I won't do this.)

Pedophilia. (Romantic/Sexual stuff with a Child!Reader/Child!Character. Like what the fuck?)

Rape. (Pro-Shippers when.)

Incest. (Pro-Shippers when. - Part 2.)

Smut.

Male!Reader. (I have no idea on how to write a Male!Reader lol.)

Gender-Bent Characters. (Because their personalities will be really weird to work with. Just thinking about a gender-bent Deimos or something makes my head hurt.)

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Oh, and the characters I'll write for. Right.

CHARACTER LIST.

Hank.

Deimos (The Deimos simps are wild bro. They're almost as wild as the Auditor and Phobos simps IF NOT EVEN WORSE— (And that's coming from someone who's favorite is Deimos.)).

Sanford.

2BDamned.

Sheriff.

Jebus.

Tricky.

Auditor.

Scrapface.

ROMP.fla.

Hot Dog Vendor (The most important character.).

Happy Hank.

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I'll be writing one-shots, head-canons, and alphabets. B)

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I'm also afraid I won't be able to write anything LGBTQ+ because I absolutely suck at representing groups that I am not from and I really do not wish to screw up the representation (Unless you like - Want a demisexual or maybe someone on the asexual spectrum. That's all I can provide.). My apologies.

And that's all, for now.

EDIT: Some characters have been removed due to my lack of knowledge on them, for those who have requested them I'll still try to push the requests out but I'll no longer be taking requests for any character not listed here.

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writersmilex · 2 years

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In Between. P3

Sheriff X Reader Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Prequel

Summary: Sanford and Deimos catch (Y/n) in the act and they're in trouble now... It’s about time I put a cap on this story, left undisclosed for so long is not good at all, no.

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(Art by zinkzznome on Twitter)

"How is the mission?" 2Bdamned's voice calls in through Sanford's radio. Sanford takes the radio out and extends the antenna to respond. "Erm, we may have found out what (Y/n) has been doing behind our backs," Sanford replies, watching Deimos peer through the binoculars at the objective of their mission.

Sanford can hear Doc sigh through the radio. "These days I expect nothing but surprises... What is it?" 2Bdamned asks and Sanford rubs the back of his neck, unsure how to put the situation into words. Deimos lowers the binoculars and snatches the radio from his friend. "(Y/n) is in love with the Sheriff, and is hooking up with him," Deimos says without any hesitation. Sanford gazes at his friend and his subtlety.

"What?!" 2bdamned's tone rises in volume upon receiving the information. "It-it's true Doc," Sanford adds. He looks through the scope to see you take Sheriff by the hand and guide him to your shared bedroom.

"New plan, You two take (Y/n) with you back to the HQ and I'll send Hank to get the Sheriff. Time for some answers..." Doc cuts the radio off. Sanford can't help but feel a little guilty. You did look very happy with Sheriff... What if he and Deimos just destroyed your relationship with him. Sanford and Deimos glance at each other, and Deimos offers a reassuring grin. "No goin' back now." He says and Sanford agrees with a nod.

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The back of your underlegs hit the bed and you let yourself fall on the mattress, the coils within the mattress make you bounce. You crawl up on the bed to lay a bit more comfortable, and then your lover positions himself over you. Resting his elbow over your head on the bed, his other hand placed on your hip. That seductive look in his eyes told you enough, and you weren't really feeling frisky tonight. You place your hands on his shoulders to get his attention. "Sorry babe, not really in the mood now." You say honestly. Sheriff's expression softens and lowers himself on your further. Simply laying on you, his head resting on your chest. His favourite way to cuddle you. "Ah'm really grateful for all that you planned tonight, darlin'. It was amazin'." He smiles into your shirt, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him. You raise your hand to stroke his short hair, a low growl comes from the depth of his throat as your fingers rake through his hair, that always feels good. "Me too, I always love spending time with you." You reply, staring blankly at the ceiling while your train of thought leaves the station. "you wouldn't be here if you didn't!" Sheriff jokes, his head shaking on your chest as you laugh at his silly comment.

After a moment of silent cuddling. Sheriff listening to your mesmerizing heartbeat. You can feel your eyelids getting heavy. You squirm to alert him. "Can I get up to change?" You ask, half-expecting his answer. "No, no you ain't gettin' up now." Sheriff stubbornly replies, his grip tightening on you. "Fine..." You chuckle, your arms wrapping around his back to hold him. And soon enough, you and Sheriff fall asleep together.

~~The Next Morning~~

You give Sheriff your typical goodbye kiss, hugging him close with your arms around his neck.

"see you soon, babe." You say in between kisses. It's going to be another few weeks before you can see your lover again. At least you can keep secret contact while away from each other. But calling over the phone is nothing like talking in person.

"I have this bad feeling (Y/n)..." Sheriff confesses, using your first name instead of his common pet names, you can tell it's serious. His gut feeling has been telling him that there is something going on. It makes him feel uneasy at best. "Be careful out there, lovely." He rests his hand on the side of your face to pull you into another kiss, as if it's the last one he'll ever get from you.

After parting, you give him a genuine look. Rubbing your thumb over his cheek, he leans into your touch, his expression a little solemn. He really is worried. "Everything is going to be okay Sher, you know what I'm capable of and I will protect you." You try and console him. Using the nickname that only you are allowed to use. "I love you, Sher. And I always will, no matter what keeps us apart." That makes him smile. "I love ya too (Y/n). Ah'm yours and you're mine." He rests his hand on your hand that's on his cheek.

After yet another heartful goodbye, you and Sheriff part ways. There is a mission you need to get to. You close the door of the complex behind you had turn around to view your buggy, and your heart dropped.

There, leaning against your buggy are your two friends and teammates. They look at you as if they caught you on something. You smile the best fake smile you can manage. Raising your hand and meekly waving at your teammates. "Hey, guys, what brings you here?" You greet, acting gullible. Sanford's expression turns stern, "You know why (Y/n)..." You don't like the tone of his voice. "You're caught red-handed (Y/n)!" Deimos grits out through his shark teeth. Oh boy... This doesn't look good... "Don't play dumb now, (Y/n). It's over." Sanford adds. The way he speaks makes you feel uneasy. It takes a moment to sink in. It really is over... There is no talking out of this one (Y/n). You're really in for it now. You pale upon the realization that you have been found out about your secret relationship with Sheriff. It feels like your whole world is falling apart that every moment. It's a terrible feeling and you're powerless to do anything about it. The cold judging stares of your friends are almost painful, making you shrink in your spot. Wishing you could turn back now, but you can't. Deimos and Sanford push themselves off of your buggy, Sanford waves his hand, signalling for you to come closer and get in the car. Sanford gets behind the driver's seat, starts up the engine and drives away.

"You have some nerve, thinking you could get away with something like that." Sanford scolds while keeping his sight on the road as he drives. "I can't wait to see Doc chew you out." Deimos' voice is muffled as he balances a cigarette between his lips. Lighting up with his thumb. The little flame snuffed out quickly, taking what little hope you had with it.

Your heart has dropped into your stomach, being dissolved by your stomach acid. You didn't worry much about yourself, however. It was your lover who you are more worried about. What if they're going to kill him? It would be your fault, you feel like it would. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if something were to happen to him. You promised to protect him.

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"I Cannot... BELIEVE THIS!!!" 2Bdamned roars, causing you to flinch. "You! You've been in a relationship with the Sheriff this whole time?!" Doc fumes and you pale under his flame-raging gaze. "For, how, long?" He asks with a threatening tone. You try to swallow the lump in your throat. You already know you'd get chewed out if you were ever found out. Even though it's a little amusing how Doc is acting like a father disapproving of his child's date. "w-we've been together for almost a ye-year, Doc." You respond quietly.

"Holy crap, almost a year..." Deimos gapes at you. Your two friends; Deimos and Sanford, are standing beside you, preventing you from going anywhere or doing anything. "You've had a fling with the leader of the Mercs for nearly a whole fucking year?!" Doc gets up from his chair and approaches you. Every step he takes closer to you makes you feel smaller and smaller. That comment didn't sit right with you. Your expression turns sour as 2Bdamned comes face to face with you. "It's not a 'fling' Doc. I love him and he loves me." You defend yourself. 2Bdamned is taken aback by your defence, leaning back away from your face.

Then he turns back around to look back at one of the many monitors in his office space. "I've ordered Hank to bring the Sheriff here... Alive that is..." 2Bdamned picks his words carefully, knowing that if your claims were to be true. Putting the names; Hank and Sheriff in the same sentence would cause you to panic even more. And alas, 2Bdamned turns to see you being held back by Sanford and Deimos. Each holding your arms to keep you in place, yet struggling greatly to do so. "You jerk!! You leave him alone you hear me!?" You sneer as your supposed teammate.

As if on cue, speak of the devil. The door is kicked open, revealing Hank with the Sheriff hoisted over his right shoulder. The Sheriff whimpers as he is dropped on the floor roughly. Hank glances at 2Bdamned, looking like a cat that caught a mouse of his owner. "Finally you're here. Took you long enough..." Doc complains and looks at the cowardice Sheriff, "You and your supposed 'lover' have so much to explain." he threatens. You return a threatening look, gritting your teeth at 2Bdamned before your expression completely softens as you turn to Sheriff. "Sher, are you okay?" You ask in the most gentle tone of voice you can manage for your lover. Sheriff lifts his head from the floor and looks at you, a nervous smile appearing on his face. "I'm fine, darlin'" He replies, but the way he says it doesn't ease your worries at all.

"You jackasses, I thought we were friends! You won't even let me have a glimpse of happiness, do you?!" You sneer at your supervisor. Doc remains quiet, willing to still hear your side of this troubling situation. "I should have just left when I got with him. But I felt compelled to stay and help!" Your vision becomes glossy with tears, your heart weighing heavy and overflowing with emotions. You should have been more careful, shod have kept it a secret and all of this never would have happened. "(Y/n)..." a comforting hand finds your knee, looking down you see Sheriff attempting to comfort you. Even at this moment, his life is at stake and he still thinks about you. The contact helps you calm down.

"Let go of me." You grit your teeth and pull your arm out of Deimos' grip, he doesn't fight back and merely lets you leave. Kneeling down, you help your lover up from the floor, you take turns to glare at each of your friends, not even Hank is spared from your cold stare. Clutching onto Sheriff's Jacket, you pull him to his feet. And without saying much else, you drag your lover out of the room and out of the building. Sanford was about to go after you, but 2Bdamned stops him, "Leave them, talking through to them is futile now." His comment saddens Sanford a bit, along with Deimos. The duo feel like they royally screwed up this time.

~~~~ Taking your buggy back to Sheriff's apartment, your knuckles turn pale as you grip the wheel tightly. The sheriff is giving you concerning side glances. You just left your cause for him, and he knows you're already struggling to hold it together. It pains him to see you in such mental turmoil. He reaches over and places a gentle hand on your thigh, letting you know that you're not alone and he's right there with you. This move makes you ease slightly, your grip on the stirring wheel loosening a bit. The moment you and he entered the apartment, you break down. The sheriff is quick to take hold of you and does his best to comfort you. You slowly fall onto your knees, Sheriff taking you in his arms while kneeling beside you. You wipe your tears on his jacket, It smells like leather and gunpowder. His hand rakes through your hair, a motion that has always eased your reeling thoughts. "Breathe (Y/n), Ah'm here and Ah'll never leave ya..." He mumbles into your hair, clutching you tightly to himself. Simply to remind you that he is still here, Sheriff is still here and he's not leaving. Staying together until the end of your days. It's not like you have anywhere else to go... _______________________________________ Doc: You're dating Sheriff!? Unacceptable! (Y/n): But dad! I love him! Thanks for reading. - Smilex🙂

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #sheriff x reader #madcom sheriff #x reader #reader insert #madness combat reader insert #angst #imagines

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headlessjest · 8 months

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PLEASE draw quartermaster bert or sheriff kith.... i lvoe them both so so much..... thank yu for reading this ask

Why not both lol. (Also, I love you for asking for Q-Bert. He’s such a underrated character and funny Australian man.)

#madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #sheriff x reader #Q-Bert x reader #my art #doodle #Sheriff looks like he drank 2 gallons of beer #and Q-Bert just looks anxious lol

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mr-i-dont-care-sick · 2 years

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I had a fantastic idea, how about madness x Auditor's sister reader? I didn't know who to ask this to, so do whoever you want

the reader is kind of like a normal grunt, but her hair is like fire, and she has claws on her hands like a cat

knows how to play the ukulele, lives in a small wooden house and has three cats, wears colorful clothes and has a phone that she always uses to talk to Auditor, she usually uses it when she goes to sleep

doesn't know anything about AAHW, nor what the Auditor has been up to, she just sees him as the big brother who is amazing

The characters I would like are:: Hank, Sanford, Deimos, Jebus and sheriff

sorry for any english mistakes, it's not my native language

#madcom hank #madness combat #madness combat x reader #madness deimos #madness jebus #madness #madness sheriff

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cosmica-galaxy · 1 year

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Here’s a request that has something that I don’t often see with MadCom x Reader stuff. 2BDamned, The Auditor, Jebus, and Shreiff trying to comfort/support y/b who has PTSD. How they got the PTSD is a mystery and y/n is unwilling to talk about it as it has deeply affected them, but they do tell the grunts certain things that would trigger it.

Someone else accidentally triggers Y/N and Y/N just goes to 2B/The Auditor/Jebus/Sheriff because they can trust them the most.

This is mostly a hurt/comfort x reader, I hope this prompt is okay with you?

Sure thing!

2BDamned:

To say he's surprised when you approach him for comfort was an understatement. 2Bdamned is not much of a comforter, but he's nothing short of civilized. He'll embrace you and ask you if anything happened while you were out before listening to you explain how someone had triggered your PTSD response on purpose before you came back here.

When you admitted to coming to HIM for comfort made 2B feel pride that you trusted him enough to come to him for your problems. He gives you as much comfort as you require while you calm down from your episode. Once you've either gone off to sleep or rest, he silently jots down a footnote on his desk about finding whoever purposely set you off and to run them over with his car.

Jebus:

Jeb was caught off guard when he meets back up with you and finds you in a distressed state when you arrive back to base. Upon questioning you, he discovers that you apparently had a run in with someone who cared nothing about your sensitivity to a certain range of triggers, and how they took advantage of it to tear you down a couple of pegs. Jeb is not surprised in the slightest. Once an enemy or rival sniffs out a weakness, they'll use everything they can to harm you, especially here in Nevada. Hurting someone else doesn't always have to be physical.

He comforts you while you try to unwind from the experience and he slowly tries to talk to you while you lean on him. Jeb is surprised to hear you admit that you came to him out of everyone else because you trusted him the most. To which, he's both flattered and conflicted. But overall, he's relieved that you seem to find him as a source of comfort. He'll stay by your side as long as you need him there, and once you have either calmed down or fallen asleep, would he ever part from you.

Sheriff:

Sheriff is stunned the moment you burst through the door to his office and fall into his arms in a tired heap. He's worried about you, as he always tries to look after his folks in any way that he can. But the moment he hears about how you were upset because you had an unpleasant encounter with an individual who didn't care about your sensitive nature, the look on his face soured and he listened to you vent.

Color him surprised when he asked why you decided to swing by his office of all places, that you admit that you trusted him enough to pour your innermost worries out to him. Including how you're feeling right now. Sheriff is no therapist, possibly not even a warrior, but for some reason he always seemed to capture the hearts of the local populace. It seemed that you weren't an exception to his charm either. The sheriff comforts you as much as he can, with usual pep talk and gentle back pats. It's mostly all that he knew how to do. But it seemed to be just what you needed.

Auditor:

The Auditor is many things, yet he lacks a certain grasp on how to be compassionate. However, he was nothing short of observant. So when he took notice of one of his most closely reliable workers slacking, he grew attentive. Upon confronting his worker about their most recent behavior, the worker eventually comes clean about what has occurred when they intermingled with their coworkers. Apparently, one agent seemed to have gotten far too comfortable with digging at others and high ranking members seemed to be no exception. How this agent found out about your sensitivity is lost on the Auditor, but hearing how they clearly upset you with intent seemed to make the employer squint his crimson eyes in disapproval.

The Auditor was not one to be trifled with, but he was already stressed out from trying to perform damage control all around Nevada. The last thing he needed was a mouthy underling impacting the productivity of his agency and other workers. Especially those of higher ranks like yourself. He's not comforting in the slightest, but he does reassure you that he will sleuth out the troublemaker and squash any problems that will arise in the future. In a strange show of kindness, he gives you an extended break (with pay) so that you can go and decompress from your experience. Meanwhile, he heads out to confront the one agent causing all the trouble in your facility.

#haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #anonymous #anon ask #anon asks #madcom tag #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #y/n x madness combat #madness combat imagines #my writing

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creatorthegod · 1 year

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Yandere Madcom x reader

#yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #madcom #madness combat #2bdamned #madness project nexus #madness combat hank #sanford #tricky #yandere madcom #yandere madness combat #yandere madness combat x reader

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rotshop · 2 years

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goes back 2 my roots cutely and epically <3333 n e way werewolf sher + vampire s/o hcs

[ tw for ; some mentions of blood, one off handed mention of cannibalism (bandits) ]

-you're a pretty prominent figure in certain parts of nevada urself actually !! not super high up there but . the vampires (as in liek . the group.) tend to idolize and look up to, most of them are results of willingly becoming 'vampires' through surgeries whereas you're a different deal entirely. they see you as something to kind of strive for and tend to listen to anything you ask ( which . yknow . can be helpful. they're surprisingly resourceful !! ask for them to find something and they'll get surplus, ask them to do something and they'll be off in a heart beat) . the bandits also kinda look up to you but its moreso just in a cannibal on vampirism solidarity if that makes sense.

-said this b4 ill say it again Sher was intimidated by you the first few times he seen u and the whole werewolf / vampire rivalry thing doesn't help.

-depending on how you r around him it can kinda go one of two ways ;

-if you're a little calmer and more friendly then he slowly warms up to you. at first he's put off by it, thinking it's some sort of way to try and lure him / others to false security but . there's never any real twist. you never offer to walk him home and then slit his throat in a dark alleyway. you never offer him a drink and then watch him choke to death on whatever poison you slipped in. you just keep being nice to him over and over again without any real benefit from it. and at some point he just kinda . starts returning the favor whenever he can.

-it comes across a little awkward at first with the way you both keep bending over backwards for one another while still kinda flitting around any real relationship going on but . it works out. you both start talking a little bit more casually with one another, throwing gentle teases in one another's direction to see the other scoff and roll their eyes .

-if you're a little more headstrong or stubborn (or some other traits idk man ijust like rivals that are lovers trope) . then yeah it's rocky. you both get on each others nerves . you spit little jabs at one another in fake pleasant conversation that earns grows and narrowed glares from one another. at some point you develop some sort of unspoken competition to outdo one another in any way you really can but it just kinda makes other people stare a little . why are you two showing off. why are you trying to impress / stun the other. that doesn't seem hetero. /j

-n e way .

-you two eventually end up getting together bc of course you do this is rotshop content what else were you expecting. it's most likely done on pure impulse on his part . you'll both just be talking and drinking w/ one another and you'll go n say something before he cuts you off with some blurted out, 'i think i'm in love with you.' its kind of a . back n forth for a min but yeah it works out in the end.

-you both are fucking menaces. /HJ like really. sure, he might be a coward when it comes down to it but the image nevada has of him is generally one of intimidation and grit. so, seeing him and then you -terrifying in your own right through your own bloodshed and capability- right next to him is definitely a sight bad enough to shake most people in nexus city. he's sometimes sent out as something of a debt collector and likes bringing you along with him to help interrogate / add pressure. yes it does end in you feeding off of whatever poor sap forgot to pay his dues to the nexus / aahw while he semi-uncomfortably fidgets on the sideline. (you notice and ask him about it and he very quickly waves you off and insists its nothin. later on he very begrudgingly admits he's still a little bit off put at the sight of blood.)

-half baked thought but during some full moons you'll just kinda have him lay his head on your lap while he chills the fuck out (mostly because audi / phobos will have his head if he's too reckless and fucks anything up too badly) .

-suffers from dogboy disease and WILL lick the side of your face just to antagonize you.

-its like wifeguy + his wife (gn) dynamic . you'll be going off and he's just kinda cheering you on. yes he brags about you any chance he get yes he still gets like puppy love around you love is love i see no difference /q .

#sheriff x reader #madcom sheriff x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom imagines #madness combat imagines #rot writes #i've got sum other stuff planned so ... hehe (taps my fingers 2gether)

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 2 years

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Main 3, Sheriff - Dog shape-shifter reader

CW: Alcohol, food and reader getting hurt for Sheriff’s part

Hank

2BDamned had informed him that you were slightly different to a normal grunt, all of your senses seemed to be far superior. You could hear a pin drop from the next room, could sniff out ammunition from the scent of gunpowder alone, you could even see in the dark, and that wasn’t even mentioning your agility. Hank thought he was light on his feet, but you even put him to shame.

There had to be a secret to you, you’d arrived as blank slate, an untraceable person, and Hank was adamant he needed to figure it out. You’d never know a moment of peace till he figured you out. You could feel his eyes on you, the hair on your neck standing on end every time those monster’s eyes bore holes into your back.

One of your missions had been thrown awry by that fucking clown, always screaming out when he was close. “HAAAAAAANNNNNNK!!!!” You’d grown to loath him more than fear him, a constant nuisance just playing his own game, craving a fight from your teammate.

Bursting from underground, he instantly went for the mercenary, slamming his stop sign into Hank’s rib cage and impaling him to the wall. You could feel the change ripple through you, jaw aching as it snapped and reformed, protruding outwardly, rounded teeth falling out, in their place jagged new ones sprouted from your gums.

Fur burst from your skin, matching your natural hair colour, coating your body as your former outfit shredded during your change. Hank wheezed in shock, and Tricky snapped his head around.“WHH-WHAT THE FU-FUCK?” Oh this was new. “WOAH- DOGGY!” All of his previous animosity flew out the window, and the clown’s hand were all over your face. “PRETTY PUPPY! CLOWN DIDN’T KNOW HANK HAD A DOG.”

Hank was about to correct him, he doesn’t have a dog, he didn’t know where the hell this dog had come from-until his eyes met yours, familiar and knowing, and his gaze fell to the shredded remains of your clothes. Oh. Oh that explains a lot. He pulled that annoying stop sign from his body and kept a firm grip on it, primed to use it the moment Tricky snapped back to brawling mode.

“DOES DOG KNOW TRICKS? SIT? BEG? FETCH??” This was invasive as all hell, and Tricky had no idea, you were so tempted to bite him, but he’d likely lash out at you, and if Hank couldn’t survive this clown, there was no chance for you.

“…Yes. Dog.. Eh.. Sit.” You stared into Hank’s goggle and he slowly nodded, a silent plea. ‘Just do what the clown wants, maybe he’ll leave us alone.’ You obeyed and Tricky let out a soft squeal. “WOW!!! SO GOOD, GOOD DOG!” His clawed hand lunged into the nearest body, tearing out the femur and holding it out for you to take.

You did, taking the femur into your muzzle, staring up at the giggling clown. “SO COOL!!! CLOWN WANTS TO SEE HANK’S DOG MORE OFTEN. CLOWN WILL FIGHT HANK ANOTHER TIME. BYE DOGGIE!” And with that he snatched his sign from Hank’s hands and plunged into the earth, racing off again.

Now alone, Hank gestured at you, demanding an explanation. You spat the bone out and huffed. “Well, for starters, I’m not human.” “Yeah no shit. What the fuck are you?” You pawed awkwardly at your rags. “It’s complicated. I’m not really one thing, more like many constantly changing things. Err, a shapeshifter if you will.”

“And this,” He waved his hand up and down. “is some kind of.. normal thing for you? Where the hell did you come from, how the hell can you do this?” Plain and simply, you didn’t have an answer fitting for him. “Don’t know really, I was born this way? I’m guessing one of my parents must’ve been like me. Or maybe both. I’m not sure.”

He scowled in thought, bringing his hand to his chin. “Does Doc know?” “No. No one but you knows.” Hank paused as he processed this. He really should tell 2BDamned about this, but at the same time, it should be your choice to speak up on it should you want to. The silence was long, apprehension crawling up your spine, until he spoke again.

“Can you turn into a cat?”

Deimos

Supply runs with Deimos were fun, he always found a way to goof around while still doing his job. On this occasion, he’d just so happened to find a squeaky bone discarded in the area, and he scooped it up, hoping to sneak up on you (unlikely given your heightened senses) and scare you with it.

And yet the opportunity did present itself, so focused on sifting loose bullets together from the bottom of a box, he’d crept up, and-

SQUEAK!

Your ears pricked up, long bushy tail bursting from your pants and wagging back and forth violently, down on all fours and primed for play. Deimos dropped the toy in shock, stumbling backwards, he tripped over one of the boxes on the floor. “What the fuck-”

By the time you recollected your thoughts, you already had the toy in your mouth, squeaking if furiously and shaking your head, ready to play. “Ah hell nah. There must’ve been something wrong with my last cigarette. Laced with something.” You dropped the toy, a mixture of embarrassment and shock hit you at once.

“I-I didn’t mean for you to find out-” You awkwardly shifted back to your human form, picking up your discarded and torn clothes to cover yourself. “You mean I ain’t tripping, and you definitely did just turn into, well whatever the hell that was?” The cold air rolled over your exposed skin, sending goosebumps up your flesh. “…Yes.”

Deimos took his jacket off and draped it around your nude form, averting his eyes to allow you some modesty. “Why have you kept that secret? That’s fuckin’ badass!” “Because you can’t keep a secret, Dei.” He laughed. “Dude, what is Ford gonna think?” “And that’s why I didn’t tell you.”

His smile faltered for a second. “Wait, really? Look I can keep this under wraps if you ask me to, I swear. But it’s a really cool thing, and I think the guys would love to know about it too.” You shook your head. “I don’t want them to know, I don’t want them thinking I’m some kind of freakshow.”

“Don’t be silly babe, you’re not a freakshow. We’ve all got stuff that sets us apart. Hank is a patchwork of loose parts, Ford is hench as hell, Doc’s got them big chunks missing outta his cheeks, and I got this, remember?” With a flick of his thumb, a flame sparked to life on his hand. “Our defining features set us apart, but they don’t make us lesser, y'see?”

He was trying his best to be reassuring. “Yeah,” You nod. “You’re right. But all the same, I don’t want this getting out, not yet at least. Not until I’m ready.” Dei’s usual smirk came back. “'Course, my lips are sealed, I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die. Now err… Can you turn into the dog again? I wanna get a good look at you. I’ll even throw the toy.”

Sanford

You were curled up in the cabin of the truck, fast asleep in far off dreamland while Ford was driving. The radio was on low, some crappy tunes coming through to disrupt the silence, but not enough to wake you. He loved these quiet long drives, nothing but the open road ahead and the warm evening air enveloping him.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye as you softly mumbled in your sleep, shifting around in your dreams. The passing glance became a longer stare as you fidgeted more intensely, arms and legs kicking out, deep in your dreams, running on all fours in an intense chase.

Sanford was about to shake you awake with one hand, but your body transformed and he pulled back in shock, slamming his foot on the breaks, jolting you forwards and into the realm of the living. “WWHU- What’s wrong?!” “YOU- YOU’RE A DAMN DOG-” You were about to snap at him for being rude, but caught a glimpse of your arms-or rather legs.

Your ears darted backwards. “Ah fuck-Um.” He was at a loss for words, mouth opening and shutting again like a fish, trying to get his head around this, and failing. “Look I can explain-” “You can explain why you can turn into a dog?”

“Uh… Kinda?” Of all the group members to slip up in front of, you were glad it was Sanford. He was the most predictable, and you meant that in a polite way. Always a rash reaction followed by a prying desire to understand more, turning on his usual comforting and fatherly manner. The silence was thick with tension, both waiting for the other to speak.

Ford took charge, albeit reluctantly. “Okay. So. You don’t have talk about it now if you won’t wanna. But this is something we are going to need to talk about in future.” He started driving again, you squirmed awkwardly in your seat.

“There should be a blanket behind your seat so you can cover up.” Sure enough there was, and you wrapped it around yourself. “I’m a shapeshifter.” You finally admitted.

“I always thought they were just folk tales. Guess they’re based more in reality than I thought.” He drummed his fingers on the wheel, questions darting around in his head, all begging for an answer, and yet held back by his own restraint. You’d divulge information when you wanted to, and he believed he had no right to press for it, however gently.

“Yeah well.. We’re real. Pretty good at hiding it usually. I mean it’s been how many years since we’ve known each other? It’s not really something we put out there, mostly for our own safety. Imagine what the Auditor would do if he got his hands on someone like me.” Sanford nodded once.

“Don’t reckon that’d end well for anyone.” Silence settled once more. This time, you broke it. “You.. you won’t tell the others, will you? I.. I’m not ready for them to know. Truth be told, I’m fucking scared of them finding out. What if they think I’m a traitor, that what I am makes me a threat to them?”

“My lips are sealed, you’re allowed your secrets, we don’t have to share everything with them. And they wouldn’t think that.” He reached a hand over, giving one of his trademark reassuring shoulder squeezes. “The guys love you, you’re in with the pack for life.” He snorted suddenly. “Okay, that pack comment was unintentional.”

You offered a weak laugh in return. “Listen four paws-” And here come the nicknames. “I mean what I said. We do love you, and I know for a fact the others will embrace this side of you if you ever want to show it to them. But, the choice is always yours.”

Sheriff

There were rumours floating around town, a monstrous beast ambling on four paws, jaws wide enough to devour someone in three bites, claws capable of slicing through bone, hunting those wandering around at night. Of course Sheriff had heard of them too, concerned citizens coming to him to see if the rumours were true. He was clueless however.

Until one day, where he found himself on the outskirts of his town at night, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, that distinctive feeling of being watched. His head was on a swivel, seeking out the perp, paranoia gnawing at him when he couldn’t see anyone.

He would never know peace from that night onwards. Always checking over his shoulder, more so than usual, feeling those eyes burning into him, piercing his skin, seeing into his soul itself. Taking solace in a bar, he nurses a cold beer while pondering how he’s going to catch and kill a beast he’s never seen. No one could seemingly agree on what the beast looks like, other than its size.

You watch him from behind the bar, deciding to spark a conversation since you can see how stressed and worked up he is. “Tough day out there cowboy?” He doesn’t look up from his glass. “Ain’t it always. Y'see I’ve been ponderin’ how I’m 'posed to chase down this wolf fella we got pokin’ around town. Thing is, I ain’t even seen the thing m'self, don’t have much 'a clue to go off of.”

You nod sympathetically at his plight, offering your own opinion. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t seem to be actually hurting anyone in town.” “Y'eh, but how long’s that gon’ last? First time that fleabag gets it teeth in someone, whole town’s gonna lose their goddamn minds. Gon’ have to set some big traps to catch the furry fella, that’s for sure.”

And sure enough, before long the outskirts of the town is rigged with bear traps, tempting morsels of cattle as bait. The hard failure that follows pisses Sheriff off. “An’ I don’t get it, furbag took all the meat, an’ never set off any of the damn traps. Outwitted by some dang mongrel.” You slide him another beer, he raises the brim of his hat. “I ain’t order another.”

“On the house, consider it a thanks for trying. I’m sure you’ll get 'em sooner or later Sher.” He tips his hat, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks. “Well thank ya kindly.” His job was a thankless one for the most part, and no act of kindness, no matter how small, was passed over. “An’… Thank ya for listenin’ to my troubles. Know it ain’t in yer pay-grade to hear me ramblin’ on about this.”

“All part of the job boss.” You wiped down the empty bar area, Sheriff keenly watching you work. Admittedly he found you attractive, you had a way with words that soothed his worries, plus you were easy on the eyes.

Liquid courage now coursing through his veins, he decided to shoot his shot. “Say… How’s about you an’ me go out tonight.” “Shouldn’t you be hunting the beast?” “Got my boys baiting the traps, waitin’ on some special equipment delivered from Auditor. It’ll be dealt with.”

Something from the Auditor? Either Sheriff was a special case to Auditor, or Auditor was eager to get this beast caught or killed. You felt a lump growing in your throat, this could get dangerous fast for you. “Well?” “Not tonight, but I’ll definitely take you up on that.” You needed to form a plan, to be careful. You could see him sink in his seat, slightly dejected.

Later that night, you carefully padded around, avoiding the baited traps this time. You were wandering further from town, hackles raised in anticipation, danger was thick in the air, and it didn’t dissipate the further you went. The smell of flames licked your nose, in the distance was a fire.

The beast was on the hunt, and was in turn being hunted. Sheriff stalked behind, his gun poised and ready to maim the town’s terror. He was taken off guard as a bandit smacked him in the back of a head with a bat, he hit the ground hard and was dizzy. The bat came around his neck, he was about to have his neck broken, but the beast came.

The bandit was tossed aside, mauled and partially devoured, Sheriff’s blurry vision made it hard for him to see what was going on, he managed to grasp his fallen gun. He raised it, blasting a bullet into the shoulder of the beast, and it howled in agony, in a familiar voice.

Sheriff kept the gun trailed on the beast, blinking the tears out of his eyes. “P-please Sheriff-D-don’t.” He flinched, head pounding furiously. Surely he’d suffered from head trauma, this beast hadn’t just spoken to him. And yet before him, the beast changed, taking on the much smaller and frailer form of his dream partner.

“What in tarnation?” He stood over them in shock, the beast was the person he’d fallen in love with, and he’d just shot them. “Oh my god-god I’m so sorry, I-I-I did'nt-” “Just-help me. P-please.” He wrapped you up in his arms, turning back to town and sprinting back, desires to helping his crush in anyway he can, ignoring his own injuries. Guilt would envelop his mind forever.

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