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vpzllx · 10 months

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ೃ⁀➷ CREEPYPASTA S/O HEADCANNONS ೃ⁀➷

SYNOPSIS - Just how the creepypasta characters would be like as your s/o :)

PAIRINGS - Jeff the killer x Reader, “Ticci” Toby x Reader, Eyeless Jack x Reader, Ben Drowned x Reader, Hoodie/Brian x Reader.

ೃ⁀➷ JEFF THE KILLER

Tbh Jeff a lil bitch 🤷‍♀️ it’s not like yk he’s js mean n shit even though he’s just mean n shit.

Like for instance say if y’all were just sitting on the couch cuddlin n shit and then someone walks in the room, He’s pushing you off of him immediately.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to be affectionate, He just doesn’t want people seeing, He’d do a casually hug or hold hands around people but he’d never kiss you or anything like that around people idk why 🤷‍♀️

But back to what i said about him being a lil bitch this mf will tease you and tear your ass up 😭, Y’all could be casually play fighting on the bed and he’ll push you off on purpose then laugh at you. Or He would walk up and say some random shit like for expample

Jeff : You built like a capital P

You : what??

He’s just random asf but also When you two are alone oml this man is so vulnerable like he’d cuddle up next to you n shit, To the point that when he breaths out shorty ur breathing in that same air. He loves when u play w his hair even though it’s crusty asf (Please wash his hair)

For rating umm hes like a good 7/10

ೃ⁀➷ “TICCI” TOBY

how do i say this ummm… He’s bipolar and yall both hate it.

It’s so… Like one moment y’all are kissing and wtv then he js pushes you off of him and walks away and your js there like “?? wtf” And then after he’ll come back and kiss you and apologize and again your just like “wtf??” But you don’t mind since he actually apologized.

Attachment issues. He will threaten you if you ever want to leave 😟 or like you tryna go to the store and bitch he js stops you he grabs your wrist and is like “go sit yo ass down” BUT NOT LIKE THAT 😭 and you js go sit down best option tbh.

He likes laying his head in between your thighs for some reason idk like especially if you got em big ol thighs 😍 and when you stroke his hair it’s like love.

When y’all are sleeping together … he’s stiff this man doesn’t move it he falls asleep in one position you will wake up and see him in that same position, And it’s bad to the point when sometimes you gotta check and see if he’s not dead, If he wakes up while your doing so he’s lookin at you like “tf is u doing?”

He’s a good kisser don’t question it but istg, You could be in the kitchen getting something to eat he js walks up behind you flips you facing him and he js kisses you bitch tongue deep in ur mouth (He got that W rizz 🫵😜)

He’s like a good ummm 7/10 too

ೃ⁀➷ EYELESS JACK

He has definitely watched you sleep more than 5 times…

He not tryna be creepy with it he just wants to make sure that you’re sleeping well it’s all outta love. But ngl sometimes he will wake you up by biting your neck n shit but are you really complaining?? Right i didn’t think so.

If you ever cut yourself he’s the number one person for you to go to He was a medical student yk before the whole … scarfice thing … But if your bleeding heavy don’t step within a feet of him, istg he gonna start buggin out and most likely will try to eat you (Outta love tho).

I can say his tongue is very long … ;) Like make out sessions end in a snap then y’all end up fuckin 🤷‍♀️ (we can get to those fuckin headcannons another day 😘).

He used to be a good cook but since he doesn’t eat … people food anymore he just stopped cooking but if you’d ask him to make you something he’d do it for you no questions asked, Like maybe sometimes you’d wake up to breakfast in bed from him 😜.

He’s a quiet person to say the least tho like you barely see him interact with other pastas or wtv tf they called but yeah he’s usually by himself or with you one of the two.

He’s a 10/10 at everything 😘

ೃ⁀➷ BEN DROWNED

He has definitely asked you multiple times if you wanted to film y’all fuckin …

He has made you try playing games mostly horror games or shooters in which either you rage quit or got scared and quit, He enjoys seeing you scared or seeing you js upset and angry.

If your the type of person who brings their phone into the bathroom with them he’d use that as an advantage and js crawl out of ur phone.. He has done that multiple different times.

When y’all hug he either sniffs you or your hair and then your js like “Did he sniff my hair..?” He does it cause he doesn’t wanna forget what you smell like idk why but yk .. Attachment issues.

He always notices little slight things about you. Like you cut your hair a bit..He knows, You just cut your nails..He knows, Just got new underwear..He knows.

He’s most def a 8/10 yk minus the little weird things… 👴

ೃ⁀➷ HOODIE

Yeah um… This man will manipulate and make you think that you’re nothing without him … (outta love tho)

He doesn’t genuinely care abt what you do unless it involves another person specifically another man, That’s when he starts to care.

Since he’s uhm a drug addict he would def try to get you high at some point, and when you do he would record the whole experience js for shits n giggles idk

Also same as ben he has probably asked if you wanted to record yall fuckin but even if you say no he’s not talking at as an answer, He will record it and then after show you … 😟

He likes it mostly when your vulnerable bc he could spew so many lies to you just so you won’t leave him (Best manipulator i’ve ever seen)

When y’all sleep together, you have to be directly laying on top of him or else he’s not sleeping. Period.

He’s a 6/10 (but he’s so fine 😖🫶) Yeah but umm he has a lot of problems …

I gotta do another one but yk it’s more nice or either it’s gonna be very nsfw 🫵😭

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00belle00lovely00 · 2 months

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LADIES AND GENTS, BOYS AND GIRLS AND FELLOW THEY THEM NON BINARIES AND SO ON AND SO FORTH

I SHALL PRESENT TO YOU, SOMETHING EXTRAORDINARY! BEYOND OUR COMPREHENSIONS AND PHYSICAL PLANE.

*+_WELCOME TO DREAM LAND!_+*

THAT'S RIGHT!

Ever wondered how The Amazing Digital Circus would look like if these DUMB FUCKING FOOLS didn't use a vr headset and INSTEAD TRIED ONE QUIRKY WIERD AAA LOOKIN' SLEEPING MASK THAT BROUGHT YOU TO A LUCID NIGHTMARISH WORLD OF IMAGINATION?!?!?!?!?

WELL NOW YOU CAN PICTURE IT ON IT'S FULL ON GLORY!

IT WILL BE WACKY, IT WILL BE STRANGE ASF, AND IT WONT BE CENSORED BECAUSE THIS IS A FUCKING DREAM, NOT SOME STUPID DIGITAL PLANE!

Now... you must be wondering! How does our protegonists look like?! WELL I HAVEN'T FINISHED MAKING THEIR CHARACTER DESIGNS YET.

BUT FUCK IT.

WE GOT THE COLGATE HERE. YEAH- RIGHT THER.E RIGHT FUCKIN' THERE. You see it? IT'S... IT'S RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE- RI-

Host of Dream Land. Is he a manifested dream? Is he a god???.....

¯_ (ツ)_/¯

Basically Caine but basically Hipnos from greek mythology.

He adores clocks. His room is literally a room filled with clocks.

Bubble in this AU is a literal cloud with a big eye on it's center.

No joke, I drew him while listening to "A world of pure imagination"

CAN SOMEHOW MANIFEST CLOUDS???? WOWZERS!!!! SHOCKERS!!!

AND LETS NOT FORGET OUR CLASSIC GIRL FAILURE WEEPING SON OF A BITCH- POMNI. OUR GAL. OUR-.... our..... I swear to god I'm hunt down r34 if they get their crusty musty hands on my girlie.

Confused, scared, surprisngly taking it well!

She asks for an exsit, and you could say that Caine respond "keep dreaming about it" *input crowd laughing sound effect*

50% sure that she's in a coma, the other 50% makes her think she's in drugs.

.... i want them to kiss now.

WHAT?! WHO SAID THAT- WHO SAID THAT-

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srslyscary · 2 months

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RAN BONTEN HEADCANONS

| Contents: General headcanons, relationship headcanons SFW , reader is written as she/her but can be considered gn, mentions of guns/weapons

General Headcanons

# ran is quite the flirtatious fellow. he's too flirtatious to the point that you lock yourself in your room when it's too much.

# genuinely loves when you're not irritated, cuz then he gets to annoy the shit out of you.

# he's banned from Walmart for showing a worker his handgun and asking if it should be on the left or right side of his waistband. no one knew that was ran haitani.

# misses when he had long hair so if you have long hair, he always asks if he can braid yours like he used to do to his hair.

# ALSO. washing his hair is a complete disaster. WHY DOES HE PUT SO MUCH HAIR GEL ON HIS HEAD. YOU DONT NEED THIS MUCH.

# you've held him at gunpoint before because he wouldn't give your phone back.

# you called him a pedophile once and he didn't speak to you for like a week. you laughed after he took your joke seriously.

# his lips are constantly crusty, you always have spare chapstick in your pockets or bags for him.

# loves coffee but hates coffee candy. ironic isn't it?

# LOVES PICKLESSS! Give him a pickle and he'll devour it in one bite.

# tells you dirty things to get you in the mood to fuck around but in reality you think he's joking and laugh.

# told you that you could be a stripper with your body.

# "i'm so glad i'm into women like you-" "so you're saying there's other women? so you're a cheater now?" "thats NOT what i said." " okay playboy."

# caught him drooling in his sleep so you took a picture and showed everyone.

# he's fluent in greek and latin, doesn't speak it much but when he does it's to try and turn you on. doesn't usually work but when it does it sounds really sexy.

# for a slanky tall man his hand placements are so chefs kiss. it's like he knows where to place his magic hands on you.

# he listens to post malone for funsies. but really he likes the guy and won't stop listening to "psycho ft. ty dolla $ign"

# he's the type of guy to tell you that you look like shit in the morning but wakes up with eye boogers, dry slobber on his face, hair sticking to his skin, sweaty asf, lips crusty, breath STANK, and his body halfway off the bed. like sweetheart I know you ain't talking so please watch your mouth.

# this one time he had a dream of you leaving him for his brother so he locked his brother in a room and interrogated him.

# when you're agitated you ask to have a massage or your knuckles played with and he gladly does that for you.

#ran haitani #bonten ran #ran x reader #ran x y/n #ran x you #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers

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scatteredskittless · 3 months

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so this is a half-joking request but can i req a vox x reader who watches skibidi toilet and uses gen alpha slang LMFAO also just in case you don't know gen alpha slang but it's like the 'caseoh fanum tax ohio mogus livvy dunne rizzing up baby gronk' things can you make it fluff hcs?? i just thought this would be funny asf lol (idk what to do for the relationship thing you can make it romantic, platonic, familial, literally anything i cant think of anything rn) alright tysm in advance i hope you have a good day :D - (can i be gyatt anon)

Vox x Gen alpha having humour! Reader

A/n: Never did I ever think I’d be writing headcanons with vox that involve SKIBIDI TOLIET. This is humiliating…………. I’m doing it (And sure you can be gyat anon 😭)

Warnings: gen alpha slang/j, you’re also a crusty little iPad kid lol so this is familial

Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌

📺☆ The first time you ever used gen alpha slang around Vox he was… very confused to say the least.

📺☆ I mean, this guy literally died in the 1950’s bro would have ZERO clue what you’re talking about 😭🙏

📺☆ but he’d probably laugh at how dumb what you’re saying sounds sometimes

📺☆ Like who are these people? Who is caseoh?? Livvy Dunne??? Baby gronk???? Might ask Velvette if she knows about it to try and understand you better

📺☆ She’d probably end up laughing at him. Especially after she was informed you told him he has “zero rizz” (Radiosilence is so funny to me lmfaoo)

📺☆ Tell him about “skibidi toliet” lore and he’d disintegrate on the spot.

📺☆ I can’t stop imaging reader as like... an iPad kid Vox scooped up off the street after an extermination or something and brought back to the Vee tower. (Haven’t figured out the logistics as to how this would go down though)

📺☆ Originally he wasn’t gonna keep you but one thing led to another and now you’re basically his kid lol

📺☆ And as much as you confuse him and the other Vees with your sense of humour and the slang you use, they still love you ♡

📺☆ Oh and if you headcanon that they’re a polyamorous couple?? Congrats, now you have THREE parents (Highly dysfunctional ones yeah.. but still parents)

Please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my fanfictions/headcanons/writing without permission ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ Scatteredskittles

#sorry this is so short 😞🙏#asks open #vox x reader #vox headcanons #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel fluff

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97keanu · 7 months

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high asf rn wondering what keke characters would be fun to smoke with. neo and ted are in my dream blunt rotation lmao

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ omg wait let me get into this real quick, as a crusty stoner myself, I love this idea (nsfw of the top 5 below)

CW: drug use obvi, aggressive sex, bdsm, choking/spanking/slapping, some dub-ish con, degradation.

So obviously Ted would be the ideal candidate for a smoke sess. Expect the vibes to be extremely chill, likely watching a comedy or feel good movie, he's already set up with the snacks and if not, he loves taking a high walk with you down to the corner store to obtain such things.

Ted also loves high sex, he loves taking his time with you and giving as much as receiving (likely even giving more tbhhh...) He is the type to cuddle his way into sex, somehow you two go from spooning and watching harold and kumar, to him pulling you on top and you grinding yourself all over his cock through his jeans. He likes when you two take things slow, really enjoying the high and each other. He may even be open to sharing you with Bill if that's something you're also open to 🤭

Now, Neo however would be a whole different vibe. He gets high then starts getting extremely deep. What starts out chill very quickly turns into his conspiracy theories and how he's plotting to secretly over throw the government. The good news is he is not immune to the high horniness, and with a few well placed kisses, he's like putty in your hands. He quickly forgets all the crazy ideas he was on, and instead is more focused on how he can get you to sit on his face as soon as possible. I also think he is just as likely to Dom as he is to Sub while high. He may get too high and need you to take control, riding him and using him however you want. He may also find himself suddenly feeling bold enough to finally try that fantasy he always wanted to (maybe it's just me but I see his dom tendencies to be very rough in style, like, I need him making reader a rope bunny, taming a high, bratty reader, choking/slapping/spanking(his high mind is fascinated by how red he can make your cheeks.), using your whole body up as much as he can, degradation mixed with praise when you're a good little slut for him <3 (he's such a perv he likely even gets off on the fact that he feels like he can use you as he pleases while you're so high you can hardly fight back.) 😩)

I personally think both J.W. and J.C. would not be likely to get high with you (J.C. gives me drunk sex vibes for sure tho :3c) but I do think J.W. would take care of your every need (and I mean EVERY need) while you're high. He puts on a movie you enjoy so you don't get anxious, he talks to you sweetly, running his hands through your hair while you enjoy your high and relax. That doesn't mean you two won't have slow and relaxed couch sex while J.W. take over when you can't(expect some service top!J.W. who lays you down on the couch and pleases you until your a twitching moaning mess <3).

Meanwhile J.C. would be more likely to tease you relentlessly and not give you what you so desperately need until you're begging him. He has you all riled up, and you can't tell if you love him or hate him, and he doesn't let up on his mean and grumpy tendencies just because you're intoxicated. He is more than likely to make you work for it, making you grind on his thigh while degrading you for being such a horny slut that can't help herself. I could also see him into using some slaps across the face just to see those pretty little tears of yours well up while he tells you you're not allowed to cum yet, but it's so hard when he's bringing you so close and your body wants it so badly...

With all that in mind, I'm also going to say fully realized Demon!Kevin is going to do SUCHHHH dirty things to you when you two smoke. I would even bet that with his love of vices, he gets you both high in an effort to make sex better, and it would be SENSUAL as all hell. He is shotgunning the smoke into your mouth, he's taking it slow, he's not afraid of breaking out leather whips and toys to really draw out the fun. I'm sure he would love to tie reader up as well, making sure youre helpless for him, and then he can enact his real plan, which is to edge you and overstimulate you until the neighbors are worried for what's going on next door. He likely uses toys as well as his own cock and hands to spice things up, expect vibrators, nipple clamps, ball gags, the whole lot to be used on your so easily manipulated body. And you're like putty in his hands for the whole thing. What makes Kevin so fun is he makes sure to use the first half of the high to completely fuck you out of your mind, until your entire body feels light and fuzzy, and then uses the later half to clean you up and cuddle, whispering sweet things into your ear and catering to your non sexual needs now instead. As much as he can be a bdsm dom he also is extremely well versed in aftercare <3.

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Thank you so much for this ask, sorry it took so long to get to!

#john wick x reader #ted logan x reader #neo x reader #kevin lomax x reader #john constantine x reader #constantine x reader #ask lila #my writing #••• ◛ ʸᵒᵘ’ᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐᵃⁱˡ!#keanuverse

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creepzkilla · 11 months

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[BRIAN THOMAS, TOBY ROGERS, TIMOTHY WRIGHT x FEM! READER]

chapter warning. gore, death, mutilation, maggots, talk of killing an animal, gutting an animal.

wc. 7860

authors note. this fic gonna be long asf so buckle up. sorry its lowkey boring up yk its building suspense. any questions about the fic or concerns please submit an ask!

important, read. even though this is implied to be a female reader that has she/her pronouns, I suggest downloading this extension for Microsoft edge to replace [Y/N] as your name and to replace she/her with your preferred pronouns to make you feel more comfortable if you do not identify as a female.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏: 𝐇𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐑𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄

meaning. a mushroom that grows over decaying bodies

As the sun rose above the eastern horizon, casting its golden hues across the land, a lone car ventured forth on the winding roads leading to Grove, Oklahoma. The engine purred softly, its rhythmic hum blending harmoniously with the melody of nature. With the sounds of soft rock and country preoccupying the silence that the car held in its void. The silence was filled with the songs of Linda Ronstadt, and Deana Carter; two maestros of musical storytelling, graced the airwaves, serenading the passenger with a poignant repertoire of cherished memories. The tunes resounded with the recollections of sun-drenched summers spent in the Western fields, where her mother's berry farm unfurled its emerald charm.

[Y/N]’s mind wandered back to the days when the weathered white barn stood as a sentinel, and the family's nearly antique truck nestled alongside, an endearing relic from bygone eras. Each note carried her back to the sight of verdant paint curling and surrendering to the passage of time, revealing glimpses of raw metal beneath. She vividly recalled the delicate act of running her nails over the lifted layers of paint, peeling them away one by one, as if uncovering the hidden stories embedded within the truck's weathered facade.

In nothing but her nightgown, [Y/N] ventured out, her bare feet delicately dangling just beyond the worn-out Ford logo adorning the truck bed. Wandering through the fields, she traversed the rough terrain, her feet bearing the brunt of her barefoot journey. The berry saplings, a recurring sight in spring and summer, had now blossomed, displaying their succulent fruits as late summer approached. Yet before their transformation, the bushes stood tall, their leaves pointed and vigorous. Her path, confined to the Western fields, beckoned her toward the barn. Basking in abundant sunlight, the western expanse fostered accelerated growth, causing the saplings there to sprout thorns at a rapid pace. As a consequence, the girl’s feet endured the accumulation of mud and crusty blood, an undeniable testament to her traversing the formidable fields.

With dirtied feet and a stained nightgown, she embarked on her ritual every morning, just before the sun's radiant glow graced the sky. Ascending the antique truck, she found her perch, eagerly awaiting the mesmerizing spectacle of the sun's rays stretching across the vast expanse of land. Yet, amidst this ethereal beauty, her heart danced with anticipation for a different kind of awakening.

As the first glimmers of light began to peek over the horizon, a familiar melody filled the airwaves, heralding the start of a brand new day. Soft country tunes, like those sung by Tanya Tucker and The Judds, tenderly embraced her senses. However, her ears strained for one particular tune, a treasure she yearned for each morning at 8 AM.

And then it happened—John Denver's timeless classic, "Take Me Home, Country Roads," resounded through the airwaves, soothing her soul with its heartfelt lyrics. Sitting atop her vantage point, she became a symphony of joy, her voice bursting forth despite its imperfections. With every note, she poured her heart into the song, her little lungs valiantly attempting to reach every high and low.

Though [Y/N]’s singing may have lacked finesse, it mattered not, for her spirit soared with unbridled enthusiasm. Without pausing for breath, she sang the entire composition, as if on a sacred mission to carry its melody across the rolling hills and valleys. In those precious moments, the world was her stage, and she, the star of her own enchanting performance.

Queens ensemble of trumpets and brass instruments harmoniously faded into a gentle hum, merging with the engine's subtle vibrations. With every turn of the wheel, a captivating journey unfolded, transporting her to an enchanting realm where time lost its urgency, and the world transformed into a vibrant symphony of colors.

[Y/N]’s grip on the steering wheel remained relaxed, a testament to her confidence in navigating the road ahead. However, the weight of exhaustion was evident beneath her eyes, concealed by bags that hung like heavy burdens. Her gaze alternated between the winding road and the small, blaring red text of the clock on her car monitor: 7:59 A.M.

Anxiously, her fingers drummed against the supple leather steering wheel, mirroring the racing beat of her heart. Her eyes darted back and forth, desperately seeking confirmation of the fleeting minutes. As the hum of the engine threatened to engulf her senses, its dominance was suddenly overpowered by the opening notes of John Denver's "Take Me Home, Country Roads."

In that moment, her attention was captivated by the red letters once more, and they revealed the time: 8:00 A.M. A gentle hum escaped her lips, akin to a sigh of relief, as she muttered along with the song's lyrics, embracing them with unwavering devotion. Without pausing to catch her breath, she sang along, infusing her voice with the song's nostalgic melodies.

The road stretched out like an asphalt ribbon, carving its way through sprawling meadows and rolling hills. Fields of emerald green extended as far as the eye could see, adorned with delicate wildflowers that danced in the gentle breeze. The air, crisp and invigorating, carried with it the scent of earth and the promise of new beginnings.

As the car glided forward, the scenery unfolded like pages in a vivid tapestry.Towering trees lined the roadside, their branches stretching toward the heavens like ancient sentinels. Leaves shimmered with a kaleidoscope of autumnal shades, painting the landscape with fiery reds, burnt oranges, and golden yellows. The trees seemed to whisper secrets to one another, their rustling leaves creating a symphony of nature's own design.

The road wound its way up and down gentle slopes, revealing panoramic vistas that stole the breath away. Mountain ranges stood majestically in the distance, their peaks kissed by the wisps of ethereal clouds. They stood as guardians of the landscape, their stony faces etched with the stories of ages gone by. But nothing could compare to Grand Lake.

The bridge, spanning what felt like endless miles, gracefully arched over the water, its reflection shimmering in the gentle waves. As if in a dance, a multitude of boats navigated the water's expanse, trailing wakes that glistened in the crystalline depths, mirroring the celestial azure above and the passing cars on the bridge. The radiant spectacle transformed the water into an irrefutably luminous spectacle. It seemed as though liquid silver veins intricately intertwined with the land, carrying the harmonious melodies of life and the captivating tales of the creatures that resided within its mysterious depths. Geese gracefully etched invisible patterns against the vast canvas of the heavens, casting a mesmerizing spell on the onlookers below.

The scratching of gears wound up, blending into the symphony of sound, as the window glass slowly rolled down. The mechanical protest produced a terrible screeching sound, reminiscent of an animal's anguished cry, piercing the air and capturing her attention. Her eyes widened, captivated by the scene that unfolded before her.

Inhaling deeply, she savored the dewy summer air that gracefully entered her lungs, infusing her with an ardent fervor. Each breath became an embrace of life itself. The atmosphere, cool and revitalizing, carried a tangible energy, blending the essence of earth with the promise of new beginnings. The aroma of raindrops and freshly cut grass intermingled, filling her senses with a harmonious fragrance that evoked a sense of contentment. As she exhaled, a sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips, releasing any lingering tension—contentment.

The car engine purred in agreement at the sight of landscape, the tranquility of and complete beauty was simply enchanting.

In a graceful display of poise and determination, she effortlessly steered the sleek vehicle away from the confines of the bustling main road, opting instead for a captivating detour onto a secluded single-lane path. As the tires glided over the uneven terrain, the verdant canopy of lush green forests enveloped the winding road.

Along this path, a humble dirt road emerged, veering away from the well-trodden route. Its weathered surface, pockmarked and rough, dictated a slower pace, Each jolt and tremor sent ripples of anticipation coursing through her veins, heightening her senses as she pressed on with unwavering resolve.

Gradually, the path unveiled a breathtaking vista, an opening that seemed to materialize from the very fabric of a storybook. A small pond, its crystalline waters shimmering under the gentle caress of the sunlight, beckoned with an irresistible allure. Nestled harmoniously by its side, a resplendent cabin emerged, a captivating testament to rustic beauty.

The cabin, although once a haven of tranquility, now appeared as a relic of forgotten memories, as if time itself had woven a shroud of neglect around its weathered exterior. Weeds triumphantly sprawled across the surroundings, their emerald tendrils dancing in the wind, while determined vines conquered the cabin's weathered facade, gracefully ascending its walls in a seemingly eternal embrace with nature itself.

In this serene tableau, the intrepid traveler found herself drawn to the essence of this forgotten refuge. Its dilapidated state only served to enhance the mystique, inviting her to uncover the tales that lay dormant within its timeworn walls. She sensed that beneath the encroaching foliage and the fading echoes of life, whispers of untold stories and echoes of forgotten laughter still resonated within, yearning for someone to listen, to breathe new life into their cherished existence.

As the shadows danced amidst the rustling leaves, she stepped out of her vehicle, her footsteps cautious yet filled with reverence as the gravel beneath her crunched. The air seemed to hold its breath in anticipation, as if the surroundings acknowledged her arrival, recognizing the significance of this encounter.

As her boots pressed against the gravel roadway, their crunch merged seamlessly with the harmonious of natural sounds that enveloped the picturesque surroundings. Advancing towards the cabin, each step resonated through the ancient floorboards of the front porch, releasing a melancholic creak as if the timeworn planks were exhaling with a subtle sigh. Weathered by countless footsteps, the wooden planks bore the indelible marks of their enduring journey, their once vibrant hue now transformed into a rich, dark oak shade. Inhaling deeply, she absorbed the essence of the place, her hand gravitating toward the doorknob of the screen door. For a fleeting moment, her gaze caught the old rocking chair, swaying gently in response to the playful caress of the breeze that meandered through the air. Finally, [Y/N]’s turned the the doorknob as the screen door creaked open—exhaling.

She inhaled, the sharp fragrance of pine and bleach wove its way into her senses, its pungency tugging at her nostrils. Their potent combination was not without consequence, for it provoked a reaction within her, eliciting a gentle scrunching of her nose.

The house exuded an eerie aura of both familiarity and enigma. She found herself standing in an expansive, open area cabin, devoid of hallways, which seemed to beckon her further inside. With each step, the immaculate cleanliness of the interior revealed itself, creating an almost surreal ambiance.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the second floor, with its single set of stairs ascending like a mysterious gateway to another realm. On the ground floor, to her right, lay a quaint and compact kitchen, an intimate space that appeared to have witnessed the preparation of countless meals and conversations with its worn down appliances.

To her left, the living room stretched before her like a tapestry of memories. A comfortable couch adorned the space, an inviting haven where the occupants must have spent many hours engrossed in captivating tales or deep contemplation. In front of the couch, the heart of the room resided—a grand fireplace. Its flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the walls, seemingly whispering forgotten secrets.

Perched atop the fireplace, an old flat screen TV served as a window to the past, where characters from era that might have come alive came alive, momentarily escaping their scripted confines. The juxtaposition of the antiquated screen and the modernity it once represented painted a vivid portrait of the house's intriguing history.

Yet, despite all the intriguing elements that adorned the room, her gaze eventually shifted downward to the very foundation of the space. The wooden floor bore the weight of countless footsteps and stories, its grainy texture inviting her to feel the past as she walked upon it.

In the realm of her consciousness, she possessed an intimate knowledge of the house's history. In the era preceding her own, her beloved grandparents had entrusted its care to a man of enigmatic nature, one by the name of Willard Tucker. The townsfolk, adorned with tales and whispers, had deemed him a peculiar figure, cloaked in the shadows of perceived insanity. Yet, the precise details eluded her, veiled behind a shroud of uncertainty. All that remained were fragments of narratives whispered through the winds of time—stories suggesting that the man, his heart shattered by the loss of his wife, had departed for the fertile lands of West Virginia, seeking solace within the embrace of family ties, all while taking up farming.

She had guessed that Willard was the reason for the foul smell of cleaning products. Cleaning and scrubbing off residue so as to not leave it behind for the next tenant. That being her—a girl from small town Kansas in the depths of the west. However, she secretly cursed Willard for using so much of the cleaning product.

Upstairs and to the left, In the midst of simplicity, her bedroom exuded a quiet charm. Nestled against the wall, a regal queen-sized bed commanded the center stage, flanked by two modest nightstands. On the left, a generous window framed the wall, revealing a glimpse of the wooden sanctuary beyond.

As she gazed through the window's translucent pane, a tingle of anticipation caressed her being. It was as if the wistful tendrils of nature, woven into the fabric of the scene, beckoned her. The sheer simplicity of the room was deceptive, for within its unassuming boundaries. A shiver traced its delicate fingers along her spine, electrifying the air with a gentle chill.

She shook it off as paranoia.

As she ventured into the confines of the bathroom, her delicate fingers gently placed the small pills of respite into the trinity of mirrors ensconced within the cabinet. Ambien, a faithful companion in her torment against insomnia, found solace in this sanctuary. The affliction had haunted her since the early years of her high school debut when a merciless onslaught of ghastly nightmares infiltrated her slumber. Rarely, she could sleep without nightmares, rarely she could sleep at all. Not through a full night at least. In a valiant attempt to retain her grasp on reality, she adorned her abode with vibrant beacons of guidance, neon yellow sticky notes that served as simple reminders.

Before she placed the pills in their place, with meticulous care, she tenderly appraised the contents of each vial, her discerning gaze fixed upon the pills nested within. Twelve, she confirms. Retrieving a vibrant yellow sticky note from her pocket from her linen jacket, her blue pen danced across the note, etching the numbers upon the labels of both bottles with blue ink.

Nestled gently beside the cabin lies a quaint garden, albeit a modest one, marred by a profusion of resilient weeds. Throughout her family’s lineage, they had cultivated a bounteous farm teeming with an abundance of blossoms, nourishing produce, and succulent fruits. This trio, her mother, father, and herself, helmed a "berry utopia"—an expanse of verdant fields, stretching across countless acres, brimming with an assortment of fruit: blueberries, blackberries, vibrant raspberries, strawberries, and cranberries—each variety harvested with unyielding dedication.

As her gaze fell upon the garden, now overrun and wild, a surge of nostalgia washed over her like a familiar melody from a song. The sight evoked memories of her home, where there were fields upon fields of saplings of fresh berries. Determination welled up within her, fueled by a profound sense of connection. With resolute certainty, she understood that this hallowed ground deserved to be restored to its former glory. And then this became her mission.

With a hum, she nestled into the plush embrace into the seat of her car, releasing a wearied sigh that spoke volumes about her exhaustion. The weight of countless sleepless nights seemed to settle beneath her eyes, casting shadowy hues that deepened with each passing moment. Her gaze drifted toward the console, where a vibrant neon yellow sticky note had found a temporary perch upon the sleek gear shift. Delicately scripted upon its surface were two simple yet poignant words: "Call Mom."

A flicker of recollection sparked within her. Reminding her of the promise she had made to her worry-laden mother. A call was expected, an assurance of her safe arrival. Jane, her mother, possessed a peculiar knack for turning fret into an art form, yet in her own idiosyncratic way, her daughter desired nothing more than the act of vanishing without a trace.

In the tender embrace of Jane’s watchful care, her protective nature has forever been her daughters steadfast companion. Jane ardently desired for [Y/N] to remain by her side, nestled within the sanctuary of her love, tending to the bountiful fields of the farm until the end of days. Undoubtedly, affection for her only child knows no bounds, yet an undeniable sense of confinement subtly gnawed at her being.

Since the untimely demise of [Y/N]’s beloved father, a transformative shift enveloped her mother's being. Like a shadow cast by the moon's gentle glow, she became an ever-watchful sentinel, closely monitoring her daughter's every step with unwavering dedication. Her love took on an armor of protection, shielding [Y/N] from the world's perils with an intensity that left her in awe. The mere notion of forging friendships seemed inconceivable, friends were near to few, yet she made it through.

As she embarked on her journey to the store, a fleeting thought of reaching out to her beloved mother danced in her mind, promising to materialize into a heartfelt conversation once she fulfilled her immediate errands. Before delving into the realm of garden essentials, a trusty blue ballpoint pen found its place in her hand, etching a list: a delightful assortment of blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries. A sudden mishap tainted the pristine clarity of the yellow paper, as her thumb inadvertently collided with the wet ink, obfuscating the very last word with an smudge, rendering it a mere blur, without her noticing

The jingle reverberating through the air above the door was no delightful melody, but rather a haunting creak that sent shivers down one's spine. As the door swung shut, it unleashed a piercing screech, its brass hinges groaning under the weight of accumulated rust. In that moment, it seemed as though a flurry of white paint chips had erupted into the air, propelled by the force with which the door had slammed shut. She was consumed by a wave of embarrassment, cast her gaze around, desperately seeking an opportunity to offer a timid apology to the cashier. Regrettably, the name tag affixed to the cashier's uniform bore the name "Ranae Reeds," yet the older woman remained oblivious to the commotion, deeply engrossed in the captivating narrative of her newspaper, so captivated that she spared not even a passing glance.

The quaint little store exuded an ambiance both intimate and grundgy. Its petite dimensions were adorned with luminous streams of yellow light, gently cascading overhead, a mesmerizing sight that lured a vibrant array of insects, their presence immortalized by a delicate layer of expired life at the base of the ceiling fixtures. Amidst this glow, a second source of illumination emerged from the rear of the store, emanating from the flickering glow of the freezers, whose contents contained nothing but dairy products.

Four rows stood in perfect formation, each aisle beckoning with an irresistible allure. Yet, it was the initial 3rd island that caught her attention. Like echoes from her college days, these rows overflowed with an abundance of budget-friendly delights, an ensemble of delectable junk food.

On the 4th and final row, she found what she needed; seeds. She picked up a variety of packets of seeds, holding the small packets between her fingers. Blueberry, Raspberries, and strawberries—She was missing one thing

She nestled her hands into the cozy refuge of her coat pocket, avidly searching for that elusive neon yellow sticky note. Days of inadequate slumber had exacted their toll, leaving her mental acuity adrift in a sea of drowsiness, a constant companion to her weary mind.

The yellow paper must have slipped out somewhere.

As she turned to retrace her steps, her gaze fell upon a figure standing a few feet away. Dressed in a dark hoodie that seemed to swallow his form, he was an enigmatic presence amidst the mundane shopping atmosphere. His face was partially concealed by a dark yellow hood, casting intriguing shadows upon his features.

She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should approach him. But something compelled her to step forward, her curiosity overpowering any apprehension she might have felt. With a nervous yet determined smile, she approached the figure.

"’scuse me," she began, her voice tentative but polite with a southern accent slipping through her lips. "I seem to have dropped something, and was wonderin if you happened to see a yellow sticky note?"

He turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers through the darkness of the hood. His gaze was intense, as if trying to unravel the secrets hidden behind her words. Without a word, he bent down and picked up the stray yellow sticky note from the floor, holding it out to her.

Relief washed over her as she accepted the note, feeling a strange connection form in that brief exchange. "Thank you lots," she said, her gratitude evident in her voice. "I wouldve been lost without this."

As she looked up to thank him, her eyes widened in surprise. The hood that had previously obscured his face had fallen back, revealing his features in full. His brown hair was unkempt, falling across his forehead in a disheveled manner, matching the roughness of his beard. There was a weariness etched into his face, as if he carried the weight of a world unseen.

His eyes, though tired, possessed an unmistakable glimmer of something deep and complex. They held a mix of vulnerability and strength, as if he had seen things that most could never comprehend. The lines around his eyes spoke of experiences that had left their mark, making him seem older than his years.

He was quite handsome, [Y/N] thought.

A ghost of a smile played upon his lips as he nodded in response to her thanks, acknowledging her gratitude. “Ain't no trouble.," he replied, his voice a low rumble that held a hint of grave and southern twang. "Happy to lend a hand."

Silence hung in the air for a moment, as if both of them were caught in a suspended moment, each waiting for the other to break the spell. It seemed like the man found himself unable to tear his gaze away.

‘Dude, fucking break eye contact, this is getting weird’, She thought as an awkward frown formed on her face.

Her eyes flickered to the red gallon he held in his hand, the word gasoline emblazoned across it. Questions formed in her mind, but she hesitated, deciding against asking him directly. There was an unspoken understanding that some things were better left unsaid.

Instead, she mustered a smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, thanks again," she said, her voice warm with sincerity. "It was nice of ya to help me out."

His lips curled into a slightly deeper smile, a tooth gap evident, a hint of something genuine breaking through his stoic demeanor. "No worries," he replied, his voice tinged with a quiet appreciation, before going back to looking at the seeds.

The way his lips curled into a grin, sent shivers down the curve of her spine. Though his smile, expansive and brimming with teeth, held a peculiar detachment within the depths of his eyes, a dissonance that left her unsettled. His lips, etched into a smile, never reached his eyes. Like an emotionless facaque. He had something of a crooked grin, skewed in its authenticity, that just didn't seem right Deep within her core, an unsettling awareness resonated, silently cautioning her about the man before her. Still, an irresistible force tugged at her very being, pulling her closer to his presence.

She glanced down at her yellow sticky note for the last item, only for the blue writing to be smudged.

“Fuck.”

The man couldn’t help but notice the frustration on her face as she stared at the yellow sticky note in her hand. The item she had written on it was smudged, rendering it illegible. He cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between them in the garden aisle at the back of the store.

"Hey again, uh... , 'scuse me for interrupting but aah couldn't help but notice yer frustration. Do you still need a hand?" The man had asked, his voice gentle and concerned.

Startled by his sudden address, she looked up, her eyes meeting his. She blinked a few times, trying to regain her composure. "Oh, hey. uh... i was just trying to remember what i needed to buy," she stammered, a hint of embarrassment displayed on her face.

He nodded, understanding the struggle of forgetfulness. His gaze fell upon a rack of seed packets nearby. "Well, if yer open to suggestions, there's this type of berry seed that might do the trick. They're strong and grow plenty. Might just be what ya searchin for.”

She hummed, her eyes widening as she turned her attention to the seed packets he indicated. She scanned them, reading the descriptions and imagining the bountiful berries that could grow from them. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Imma give em’ a try," [Y/N] replied, grateful for the suggestion,"Thank you."

He reached out, plucked a seed packet from the rack, and handed it to her. Their fingers brushed briefly, a fleeting connection that sent a shiver down her spine. She accepted the packet, feeling the weight of the possibilities it held.

"Yer welcome," He had said with a genuine smile that still didn't reach his eyes. "Aah sure hope they bring you a fruitful harvest." he laughs.

As she held the seed packet in her hand, she couldn't help but be struck by a sudden curiosity. "Do you gotta a garden?" [Y/N] laughed, “You sure seemed to know lots bout’ plants and whatnot.”

His smile faltered slightly, and he glanced away for a moment. "Well, I used to have one," he replied softly. "But things shifted ‘round, and aah had to leave it behind… but ah’m fixin’ to start a new’un.” He drawled out with a smile.

Understanding flickered in her eyes, and she nodded in sympathy. Sometimes life forces people to leave behind things they hold dear. It reminded her of something, but she just couldnt put her finger on it. Before she could delve further into the subject, his phone buzzed loudly, interrupting their conversation.

He fished it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. A serious expression settled on his face as he answered the call. His voice was barely audible, and he moved away from her, creating a physical distance between them.

She watched him, a mixture of caution and curiosity mingling within her. His hushed conversation gave away little, leaving her to wonder about the nature of the call.

As the call ended, He turned back to face her, his eyes filled with a mixture of apology and urgency. He didn't say a word but mouthed a goodbye, his hand waving gently in farewell. Without another word, he swiftly made his way out of the garden aisle, leaving her standing there, holding the seed packet in her hand.

“I wish i would’ve at least gotten his name.” [Y/N] hummed, rubbing the packet in her hand. She really hopes that the man was right about this seed packet.

She read the packet again, more carefully. The packet read Boysenberry. A cross between a raspberry, blackberry, dewberry, and loganberry. She could make this work. The picture showed something like a blackberry , yet it was enlongated and a deep red, almost black color. The description read that when freshly picked, it tasted like a sweet blueberry with a tangy aftertaste.

[Y/N] grabbed a few more more things: 2 bags of fertilizer, Top Soil, and Green gloves

She sighed, walking towards the front desk, flashing a soft smile towards the cashier, Ranae Reeds, she recalled. The woman’s name tag was worn around the edges, with her name partially faded. Much like the name tag, Ranae was a little worn around the edges. With her gray roots, her deep smile lines told tales of a younger, happier her.

Ranae Reeds delicately placed her magazine, adorned with the captivating headline, "Infamous Serial Killer, Jeffery Woods caught," on the polished surface before her. [Y/N]’s eyes beheld the image of a man whose countenance bore the unmistakable evidence of two hauntingly deep gashes etched into his cheeks, and a profound sensation seized her being. The spectacle unfolded before her like an eerie tableau—an unsettling tableau that seemed to suspend the very breath in her throat. Its sheer grotesqueness sent tremors coursing through her, causing the hairs on the nape of her neck to rise in response.

Ranae cashier merely looked at the younger girl, almost with sympathy.

The cashier took the seed packets with a shaky hand, her golden bracelet jingling as she scanned the packets of seeds with a ding of the scanner, “I ain’t neva seen ya round’ before.” Ranae spoke with assertiveness and confidence, surprisingly, as her stature was rather petite and she seemed to be soft-spoken. But that was in fact not the case.

[Y/N] was taken aback by her sudden curiosity, she blinked and said, “I just got ere’ this morning, moved in today.” She rocked back and forth on her toes and heels, eagerly wanting to leave already.

Ranae looked at her up and down with a bored expression on her face and asked, “Where yer from girl?” Her lips never moved from the straight line that almost seemed to be formed. Her freckled hands grabbed the fertilizer as she scraped the bag of pellets across the scanner, never taking her eyes off of [Y/N].

DING.

“Oh, aah’m from Kansas. Born n’ raised.” [Y/N] didn't have a Southern dialect—well, not anymore. It only slips out on occasion, particularly when talking to someone else with a southern twang. Her momma and daddy always had a thick southern voice, as they were both from Texas and moved to Kansas.

Kansasans don’t exactly have an accent, besides not pronouncing the “R” in words. Yet, they got a way of speaking that you can clearly tell their from somewhere in the West. If you went south, close to the Oklahoma border, the accent would get thicker as you went.

Ranae hummed, almost like she had something to say, yet she bit her tongue. She scanned the items slowly, like she was purposely taking her time.

[Y/N] shook her leg rapidly, impatience growing within her as she watched Ranae struggle to bag the items in a brown paper bag.

DING.

“My PawPaw and MawMaw died recently, so I inherited their cabin down by Grand Lake,” She said in attempt to fill the silence that annoyed her so much, in hope to pass the time. [Y/N] has always been rather extroverted, starting conversations with strangers she didn't mind, it was this silence that ate at her. The silence was bugs crawling underneath her skin, like roaches gnawing at her veins as they swam in her blood.

Ranae merely hummed again, scanning an item, completely uninterested in the conversation at hand, letting silence fall over the conversation once more. The silence was only broken by tapping of [Y/N]’s leather boots, which were worn out and needed replacement.

“A man named Willard Tucker used to live there—“

DING.

“Ya best be careful round that house,” Ranae suddenly spoke up, her brown eyes boring into the girls, a serious expression took over her features,“There been rumors bout’ some folks down by those parts doing god knows what.” The woman's veiny hands wandered through the bag of fertilizer in search of the bar code.

[Y/N] stiffened at her sudden demeanor. “I see,” She watched intensively as Ranae scanned the last item before bagging it into a brown bag and pushing it towards [Y/N].

Y/N smiles, “I’Il be sure to be careful—“

“And ya best be careful round that man that was in ere’ earlier. Aah’ve seen him do some suspicious things with those little friends of his.” Ranae cut her off once again, except her loud and apprehensive nature was no more; instead, it was quiet, and she was talking merely above a whisper.

“He’s up to no good, girl.” Ranae’s eyes once again, bore into [Y/N]’s with a sense of urgency and protection. Ranae reminded [Y/N] of her mother, Jane. From the way, she spoke with a protectiveness of a mother to her veiny freckled hands that trembled constantly.

DING.

[Y/N] hummed, taking the brown bags underneath her arms hastily, “I will don't worry.” She reassured Ranae with a tight-lipped smile, before pushing through the door that opened with a groan.

The smell of summer once again hit her, and she inhaled the sweet, tangy air. It was humid as well, the weather was hot and sticky. [Y/N] was used to it from being on a farm for all of her life, yet she never really enjoyed it. Her dad, Steve, enjoyed the heat, he loved it. He would always drag her out of the house when it was well into the 90’s.

She really misses her dad.

[Y/N] threw the brown bags in the tail bed of her 1995 Ford 150. She slid into the plush fabric of her seat, shutting the car door behind her as she slumped against the leather steering wheel.

“Why in the hell is it so damn hot?”

She peeled herself off of the steering wheel, her head heavy as drowsiness took over. partly from the lack of sleep, and the warm sun that scattered it’s light against her face.

She shoves the old, almost rusty, key into the ignition, turning it to start the car. The car sputtered, before failing to start. [Y/N] sighed, before trying again, turning the key in the ignition. Yet again, it groaned and sputtered with a metallic scratching noise that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

It was an old truck, a gift for her 16th birthday. Painted a dark red that rusted around its silver rims, the truck was a relic, almost like a family heirloom that her family passed down from one generation to the next. It was frequent that the truck wouldn't start, constantly breaking down from a plethora of problems. It wasn't just one problem with the truck, but everything. The engine, the ground cables, the filter, overheating-- the truck almost had every problem in the book.

“I swear to fucking god,” She turns it for the third time, Please, god, start.” She pleaded as the engine sputtered once more, before roaring to life with fever.

[Y/N] slumped her head on her steering wheel once more and said, “Thank you,” She kissed the leather steering wheel, thankful that the universe had answered her pleas.

With the roar of the engine [Y/N] peeled out of the small parking lot of the Grocery Store.

Within the forgotten garden, an eerie silence lingered, broken only by the faint rustle of weeds that thrived unchecked. Like rebellious tendrils, the vibrant greens stretched beyond the confines of the patch of tilled earth, entwining their wiry strands with the blades of grass and any unsuspecting object within reach. Mushrooms and fungi covered the garden like a blanket, growing in mass abundance. This unruly congregation of vegetation and fungi seemed to possess a will of its own, reclaiming its dominion over a forsaken realm. Amongst the overgrown foliage, unseen insects and arachnids sought refuge, their presence betrayed only by an occasional scuttle or a shimmer of silken threads. Camouflaged amidst the verdant chaos, they patiently awaited their next unsuspecting prey, ready to seize upon any who ventured too close.

As the sun descended in the western sky, its golden rays extended through the dense foliage of towering oak trees, painting a mesmerizing tapestry of light and shadow. The ethereal dance of illumination and obscurity enveloped the scene, amplifying the eeriness that permeated the air. The songs of robins and mourning doves serenaded the somber landscape, their delicate melodies contrasting with the ominous backdrop. Amidst the rustling leaves and trilling birds, She heard the distant grunt of a white-tailed deer. And as the final rays of sunlight retreated beyond the horizon, they bathed the discovery in a soft, eerie glow, accentuating the unsettling sight before the witness's eyes.

[Y/N] glanced at her phone, which glowed an illuminating white. She looked at the white numbers that read: 6:00 PM.

She stretched her limps as they ached from hours of being hunched over digging to completely remove the wild grass and herbs that grew. Her arms gave a satisfying crack, just as her back did in response. She had napped for a satisfying 7 hours,only waking a few times. [Y/N] was suprised that she was able to nap in general. She was content and fully recharged. On the downside, she probably won’t be able to get any rest tonight.

At least she'll be able to stay awake binging Netflix.

With a determined grip, she thrust her green gloves into the yielding earth, their fabric sinking into the damp soil as she uprooted the herbs with a swift, purposeful tug. As she pulled, the tips of her gloves absorbed the essence of the earth, their vibrant hue now tainted by the stubborn remnants of the earth's bounty. The once-pristine fingers of her gloves were adorned with a telltale shade of brown, evidence of their close association with the soil. And beneath the surface, her nails bore the weight of the garden's secrets, caked with a fine layer of dirt that clung tenaciously to the thin, porous material.

[Y/N]’s mind wandered as she aimlessly dug through the soil, ripping the herbs from their roots like tendrils. Until her hands gripped something that squished beneath her fingers.

She gazed down, her eyes widening in pure horror, as a gut-wrenching sight unfolded before her. In her trembling hands, a writhing mass of maggots squirmed with repulsive vigor, their pale bodies contorting and intertwining in an unsettling dance. The pungent stench of decay wafted through the air, assaulting her senses and threatening to overpower her resolve. As her grip tightened involuntarily, the soft flesh of the larvae ruptured, smearing her trembling hands with a sickening mixture of viscera and fluids. The once-innocent soil beneath her feet became a graveyard for crushed worms, their slimy remnants mingling with her fingers, an unholy stain that marked her as both witness and participant in this grotesque scene.

[Y/N] let out a blood churdling scream as she stumbled backwards from her squatting position, landing on her backside. She frantically swiped her hands together to get the maggots off as they fell into the grass beside her.

The squirming maggots, now a grotesque spectacle in the dew-kissed grass, seemed to writhe in agony. Their once pale, plump bodies were now stained crimson, their delicate flesh bearing the gruesome evidence of their fallen brethren. Each wriggling creature fought desperately, their tiny frames flayed violently as they were torn away from their decaying feast. The gore of destruction painted the once vibrant green blades of grass a haunting shade of red.

“What the actual fuck?”

Laying where [Y/N]’s gloved hand dug, was a mound of dirt that maggots swarmed, their white skin hiding beneath the dirt.

[Y/N]’s curiosity peaked exponentially as she moved closer to the mound, dirt staining her knees brown. Her gloves dug through the maggots filled mound, her stomach filling with uneasiness as they glided through the soil.

Suddenly, her hands struck a soft, pudgy, material. [Y/N] dug through the dirt to fully uncover the mound, and as maggots crawled anxiously around her hands, she recoiled in disgust. She was sure it must be a dead animal, and the land must have grown around it, right?

[Y/N] knew the stench of death, and didn't partially mind the sight of dead animals. Her father, Steve, was a frequent hunter of deer and other game, to which [Y/N] accompanied him. Steve had taught her from a young age how to field dress a deer. Hanging the deer up by its hooves to a tree, she remembers taking her father's hunting knife and running it down the belly of the animal-- very gently to not puncture the belly. Scooping the contents of the deer out, leaving the inside of the deer completely bare. That was the easy part. Now to field dress the deer, was a tedious and lengthy process, using the tip of her knife to slowly peel the hide off of the animal. Hours would pass in the blistering Kansas heat and wind. It was revolting, yet she grew accustomed to the sight.

For her 13th birthday, she was gifted an old 22. rifle from Steve—an old gun that needed to constantly be cleaned and scoped in. The bullets weren’t made for large game such as deer, but they did work on prairie dogs that plagued cow farmers' fields. Eventually, she got a .300 WIN MAG, which now sat below her bed.

She had guessed the rotting carcass of an anwinsle from the potent smell wafting through the air. An unmistakable and haunting odor tainted the air, suffusing every inhalation with a chilling foreboding. It was the stench of death, a macabre orchestra composed of decaying flesh and the ghostly remnants of blood.

As she slowly uncovered the mound, it became more and more apparent what the mound was. Her hands swiped away the last layer of dirt and maggots to reveal the form underneath the soil.

[Y/N]’s features contorted with sheer terror again, the lines of his face etched deep with despair. The pallor of her skin turned with goosebumps, a stark contrast to the clammy beads of perspiration that clung to her furrowed brow. Eyes wide, they became twin portals to the void, reflecting the depths of her fear—paralyzed.

A corpse, abandoned to the earth, lies in a state of advanced decomposition. Its once vibrant form is now a haunting testament to the inevitability of mortality. The body, stripped of life, is a pillar of grotesque transformations. The flesh has given way to a grotesque canvas, with patches of decomposed tissue revealing glimpses of bone beneath. The skin, mottled and discolored, hangs loosely, tattered and ravaged by relentless decay. Time etched deep crevices into the once-familiar countenance, obscuring any resemblance to the person it once was. Swarms of maggots and other scavengers feast upon the remains, their writhing presence further amplifying the scene's repulsive nature.

Bile crawled up through [Y/N]’s as she doubled over, vomiting into the grass next to her. Food chunks and liquid sprayed the green grass a vomit brown. A tremor coursed through her trembling frame, betraying her tenuous grasp on composure. It was in this harrowing moment that horror unfurled its chilling wings, casting an indelible veil upon her face—a blanket of anguish. The very air seemed to quiver in the presence of such raw, unadulterated fear, as if nature itself recoiled in silent reverence for the intensity of her terror.

She had torn off her gloves as she scrambled across the grass, grabbing her phone, in an attempt to distance herself as much as possible from the corpse. Her surroundings seemed to spin as the drum of her heart overtook her hearing as well as the sound of the dial tone. When did she call 911?

“This is 911, what’s your emergency?” A woman's voice came from the other side of the phone. Calm, and tender, her voice was comforting. Yet her voice was almost muffled as [Y/N]'s heartbeat filled her eardrums.

“I," [Y/N]'s breath was shaky, quiet as she spoke with a sense of urgency, "Would like to report a dead body."

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Request: Jerry getting the Glaive from Krull stuck in Josh's back.

You ask me and I serve [literally] by the way if anyone wants a request I beg for this two details of how exactly the request can be: [A full/more detailed drawing or just in quite a doodle/silly style... idk?]

Anyways, there were a lot of more sketches that I had made the whole night but this were the drawings that I ended up choosing as the final result in this whole request

+ (The pics I found of the Glaive online were so crusty asf that it was so painful drawing it at all)

#welcome to eltingville #the eltingville club #fanart #digital drawing #request #jerry stokes #josh levy

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tubzthelilbeeboy · 2 months

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RANDOM ASS DSMP HC'S!!!! Mostly clingyduo-

-Tubbo and Tommy are both trans masc, Tubbo came out at 10 and Tommy came out a few years after

-Clingyduo platonically cuddle sometimes, just two best frens

-Tommy is a devil hybrid and Tubbo is a ram hybrid

-When Tubbo got married to Ranboo, Tommy was upset so he talked Purpled into being his platonic husband

-Tommy knits sweaters for his friends

-Tubbo and Tommy have a second hidden drug van out in the woods somewhere where they put their drugs and other things they don't want ppl finding

-Tubbo is ftm gay gay homosexual gay

-Tommy is ftm aroace asf

-Clingyduo act like immature teenage boys (homophobic jokes, moaning, annoying ass behavior you know)

-Tubbo has an old ass friendship bracelet Tommy gave to him during the Lmanburg war, but it's old and crusty

-Tubbo headbutts to show affection, he bonked Ranboo too hard once and they got a bruise and Tubbo freaked out

-Tommy has an allium flower pinned to his cardigan and whenever Ranboo asks is it because of the one they gave him, Tommy immediately recoils and calls them names and says "no"

-Purpled and Tommy borrow eachothers sweaters a lot, they also have matching keychains

That's all (FOR NOW)

#tubbo #Tommy #Purpled #Ranboo #DSMP #dsmp headcanon #ctubbo #ctommy #cranboo #cpurpled #Cbeeduo is gay #cclingyduo #cbeeduo #gays #CTommy and CPurpled are platonically married trust me #Cbeeduo are just homosexuals #Idk I'm bored #Headcanons

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not-salty-pckls · 9 months

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Hobie Brown Headcannons because WHY THE FUCK NOT

uhh i made this on my computer so get ready for a hell of an hc dump

SFW:

If he lived in modern times, he would buy everything offbrand. Clothes, snacks, products, etc. (bro i need someone to draw hobie wearing shaqs, using a Michaelsoft Binbows PC, and eating creme betweens LMAO)

Would have a messy ass space, but never organize it because "it's easier to find things" or something like that.

(if he was dating you) If you weren't into punk music, he'd gradually get you into it by slowly giving you heavier songs to listen to. (hed probably start you off with blitzkrieg bop or smth)

HE WOULD GET ABSOLUTELY FLABBERGASTED WHEN SHOWN MODERN TECHNOLOGY. Like, if you placed a phone in front of him, he'd be like: "Woah, mate, this thing is amazin'!" LOL

(music related) He'd be on Blur's side in the Battle Of Britpop but he'd say Oasis to piss people off and get on their nerves

(if he was dating you): He'd steal little things from you, including jewelry, vinyls, books, pins, clothes, etc. and if you asked him where they were he'd act clueless

(if he was dating you): He wouldn't be jealous, like hes not insecure lol. He'd be ok with a lot of stuff actually

Owns a shit ton of posters, and you can't convince me otherwise.

HE FOLLOWS THE PUNK LACE CODES. DEFINITELY DOES. (his current ones mean: hates cops/cop killer)

He made all his own pins from scratch. Painted them, dried them, drew them, etc. He also made all the clothes he owns, even his spider suit

He always has chipped nail polish because he never bothers to redo it. Not to mention his hands would be crusty asf from fighting, guitar playing, so on.

HED BE GOOD AT ART. But, if he's drawing his art style would change every week or something lmaoo (just like me fr)

He would have a shit ton of money saving hacks to not support large businesses, and they would be hella helpful

(if you were dating him:) He would make fun of you all the time but comforts you if he actually hurt your feelings

I headcannon him as Abrosexual, but he could be Bi too, it depends

He has a complex ass routine for his hair, DEFINITELY. (his hair is cool as shit, hes gotta keep it that way somehow)

If he was in modern times, he would only play indie video games to not give big companies money

I feel like if he got shown all the fan content of him (and i mean ALL the fan content) he would either laugh, be confused, or just simply have no reaction

NSFW (i know you whores were waiting for this one):

he'd be 7 inches, a bit thick. He might have one vein on the side when hard.

He'd take his time with you for sure. He's a HUGE tease, and likes to do it until you're begging him for it.

(for the boys. 1/2) he'd be AMAZING at head, and prefers giving it than receiving it. Like he'd have you seeing stars tbh.

(2/2) He likes to tease you with his tongue piercing, and enjoys seeing you squirm, telling him to keep going.

Switch, for sure. He'd just say he's a top because he's a bit embarrassed to say he likes bottoming.

(for the girls, 1/2) I feel like he would love eating you out, ESPECIALLY if you're sitting on his face for it.

(2/2) When he asks you to sit on his face, he'd be blunt with it, and ask you to put all your body weight on him.

when I say he'd be kinky he would be KINKY. He'd be a huge sucker for BDSM and power dynamics honestly. He'd be up for anything, just nothing nasty..

If you were insecure about a certain part of your body, he'd pay attention to that one specific part of it, kissing on it and praising you for it.

i feel like he wouldn't get off often, as he could simply just ask you for it, but if he's away from you and can't control himself, he'd either get off to a picture of you or from his own imagination.

he would be great with his teeth. Giving hickies, biting, or even taking off your undergarments, he'd use his teeth for.

He'd be a fan of doing it in the bath or shower, as its clean, and you two could just wash up afterwards.

he's a masochist, period. Mental, or physical pain, he'd get hard from it.

AFTERCARE PERSON. Like, he could give you the most painful back-breaking sex in the world, and cuddle with you afterwards.

He would have hella stamina, like he could go all night if you wanted him to.

He'd have piercings in every place you could think of, even his dick.

⋆˙⟡♡

HOLY SHIT THAT TOOK ME SO LONG TO TYPE UP. PLEASE DONT FLOP I SPENT SO MUCH TIME ON THIS-

#miles molares #across the spiderverse #astv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie brown #hobie my beloved #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #astv #headcanon #LMAO IM CRINGING AT THIS HELPP #kharyi notice this you hoe #@ mutuals

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dinaanana · 5 months

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Them with a Teenager Reader:

Synopsis:How would They Act around Youngest member of their Organization

DoA X Teenager!reader (Platonic!)

Fluff/Crack

Written by a minor.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

( Pretend your Ability is Telekinesis)

Bro you're Annoying This Rat and It's so funny

Fyodor and Sigma are your Targets literally

You Get bored? Uncle Fyodor is there😍

You get Bored of Annoying Fyodor?

Auntie Sigma Is there 😍

(You barge in His Sky casino and Literally Scare everyone Away He chased u with a Mopper He also yells at u to stop Eating Casino coins or whatever they are called)

Anyways..this Isn't Abt sigma so

One day in DOA you were sitting on A couch Scrolling down your Phone on tiktok

You get bored And u Get an Idea!

You stand up From the couch and Went to The Crusty Rats Basement just to See him in His discord mod ahh sitting Infront of 100 Computer Screens

You lifted ur Fingers up And Made The mouse He was clicking on float above his Head.

He raised his brow and Didn't even Bother looking Behind him ''(Name)... give it back.''

''no you discord moderator lol'' You Cackled

''What the hell do u even do Sitting Infront of 100 screens doing Nothing'' you sigh

''Ohhhh Perhaps You Play Roblox?!''

He Sighs And grabs The mouse from ur Hands

''If so Whats Your Use-''

He closed the Door Infront of you.

Bonus

If you are a High Schooler he helps u Out with ur Homework And U get the top scores I mean this man Smart asf

Sigma

Omg.

He's done With you

You Literally Barge Into His Sky Casino Yelling And scaring literally Every worker and customer Away

He drags u away in his Office just to Scold u You hear Nothing cuz u Were wearing Airpods.

He snatched them Away from u and Almost broke it You Hit him..

He had a huge ass Bump on his Forehead after that for like 1 week (Nikolai made fun of him and praised you)

He thinks Maybe ur demonic Behavior is because of Ur Puberty since ur Still a teenager or? does this dude even know What puberty is? did he even hit it himself? Idk

All aside you Guys Are besties (He doesn't Approve that) ''What is Bestie?'' He asks and u explain it

''oh ok .um Betsie..'' ''Its bestie Sigma'' you Sigh

''oh''

He orders Some Food and Drinks for u When ur Hungry and you don't Pay ofc It's his casino He owns everything duh

You drink Iced coffee With him everyday You order Funny Straws To drink the coffee with

You even drink hot Drinks With a straw (I do that lol) He looks at u With Surprised face ''umm (Name) They don't drink Hot drinks with a Straw..''

''They don't? I do..''

One Time u were Trying to drink ur Hot chocolate with a Straw It was really hot so u tried to swallow it Slowly U ended up swallowing the whole Thing and Ended up Burning ur tongue and Choking

He panicked and almost fainted when u Almost died.

U help him out With his paperwork in his office too when he's too tired

You Draw on them Aswell☠️ he scolds u For it but u don't care.

Nikolai Gogol

You Two are the silliest😍🥰

Both of u are crazy Maniacs (You are a Criminal Aswell)

You pull Pranks in sigma really often and he falls for it everytime

He Sometimes Sends u Yourself to Annoy sigma and Fyodor Because They don't Lash out On you like they do with him so..

U guys Also steal Things 🥰

You want new Iphone 16? let's go steal it

You want new Clothes? his Cloak is Right here

You want new PC? Just borrow it from Fyodor he has like 100 And Giving u one won't hurt Right?!

(y'all Steal it anyway and get away with Teleporting Away)

You guys Also Play Cards like Uno, Poker etc. with sigma ofc

Once you two were in Sky Casino and Got Bored so You suggested to play Mafia

''But we are 3...'' Nikolai makes :( face

''Dont worry,'' You stood up from the chair And Went Outside for a bit

You forced every Single one Of Customer and Employee of Sky Casino to play Mafia with you

And they did

Y'all made A bet whoever wins Everyone Gotta buy Them Food and Drinks for free

You won

You literally ate every Single Food and drink (Except alcohol) That existed and was made And you were full for 3 days straight .

Remember The scene when Nikolai was Cosplaying policeman ? Yeah U Were there too Wearing Same Uniform Like him Going out chasing People scaring the Dogs Off

You bumped into some 500 pound Man and He yelled at u And Insulted you

You kicked him in Balls and made him collapse and You got the crowds Attention

''How many Pounds Are you?'' You asked With a closed eye Smile At the man who Trembled with wide eyes

''like 500 Pounds No?'' You laughed

''Then I'll shot u 500 times in the head.'' Your smile dropped and Looked at him with full on serious mode.

And you Did shot him 500 Times you don't know because you didn't care To count.

U earned Gasps from the crowd

''Ate 😍😍''' Nikolai Clapped

And the Police Arrived (The real ones)

bowed like they do at the end of the Theater Yeah Infront of the crowd and teleported away with Nik.

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #nikolai gogol #sigma bungou stray dogs

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mire-moth · 8 months

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Actually I think I live for fall even though I’ve never gotten to see a real autumn season before. All these people out there be like “you should live so that your friends don’t have to miss you! You should live to blah bah blah!!” I am living so that one day I move out of this crusty little Texas town and get to see REAL ORANGE N YELLOW AND RED TREES! AND PERFECT WEATHER. AND SNOW. Like hell i might have seasonal depressive episodes but how depressed can you be WHEN ITS SO AWESOME OUTSIDE… LIKE IT WOULD CURE ME I SWEAR. Istg i will celebrate the entirety of autumn and winter like a HOLIDAY when I leave this mf place. The “seasons” we get are ugly asf :/

#texas #autumn season #autumn #fall #winter

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moirastuff · 1 year

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Yo! Could i request Sidon and/or (you choose!) Link with a gen z human reader who ended up in their world for some reason? The reader is literally the embodiment of chaos and does stupid shit 24/7, quotes memes and vines and stuff.

I just wanna see them confused why this generation wants to ⚰️🤪 so bad GAJAGAKAGAJAH.

Yoo I'm alive :D I really don't have an excuse, only writer's block ig

Also, I learned how to put the read more thingy, why nobody told me about that?????

Oh yeah the hcs,

Both is good

Sidon and Link dealing with a Gen Z

Sidon

He just kinda saw you walking around the Zora region and took you in, kinda surprised on how you even survived

This actual himbo of a Zora doesn't understand a single thing you're saying

He's such a gentleman, but your way of talking just immediately confuses him

But sometimes you just,“Where... Am I again?”

“the Zora region” and you looked even more confused, something that took Sidon off guard, like, alright it's fine that the Zora region right now sucks but it's not unknown, the hole city shines in the night

How can you even ignore the BIG ANTHROPOMORPHIC SHARK JUST WALKING AROUND LIKE IT'S A NORMAL DAY??????

He was so confused on how you looked so puzzled over this

You just had to tell him, because if you didn't, he'll just think you're crazy

Of course, you told him that you're just from another dimension, the guy already has some kind of depression, we don't need him to have an existential crisis, at least one that'll just shut him down

He takes his sweet time to process and will help you to go back home

Of course, this won't be easy, you have to stay in the domain

And everyone thinks that you're a Hylian, and you know what? I think that's better for now

If you even try to talk to the elderly Zora, you will get insulted

Of course, you ain't scared of some crusty ass fish

You'll have a full discussion with anyone that'll try to insult you and won't hesitate to throw hands

Oh but "go and buy fish from the store to eat.... Yeah not happening, instant freeze, no way you're doing it

Look at the good side, you're good friends with some of the younger Zora

You actually manage to become friends with Sidon, he likes your energy... Still confused about what are you talking about, but he tries

Of course, he's the prince, he grow up in a environment that requires him to be really polite, he learned manners, everything he has to know about any other Kingdom and everything about rich people blah blah

But you are a barely middle class and to be honest, for the Zora, you might as well be poor asf gremlin child that has let loose with no supervision

Of course, he's more than nervous every single time you talk with King Dorephan, he's sweating i don't think the Zora can sweat, but you get it

You might fuck up, but you know, he might brush it off as “just young people stuff”

I swear, you get injured so easily that he wishes that he had healing powers just like his big sister

Even for dumb stuff and without you realizing it!

You will be fucking bleeding and Sidon will be like “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!?!!!”

“nothin' don't worry about it, i had worst”

“WHAT”

You seem to be attracted to absurd stuff... Or that's how he calls it

It's been time he has tried to show you some Zora stuff, your either mumble “fucking rich people....” or say “sheeesh this is worth a department on New York or almost a house”

“Your houses are quite big isn't? You could buy some with this I believe”

“Some of them are, but other that are smaller? They're just fucking expensive”

“..... How do you even live?”

“I have no fucking clue”

The rain still continues, Link is taking his sweet fucking time...

"OKAY I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS RAIN DOESN'T STOP I WILL GO TO VAH RUTA AND STOP IT MYSELF”

“Please don't, you don't even know how to hold a bow properly”

“WATCH ME”

“What are you doing?”

You go outside and look straight to the sky

“STRIKE ME DOWN ZEUS YOU DON'T HAVE THE BALLS!” and almost immediately a lighting strikes somewhere close to you

So close in fact your soul almost leaves your body, Sidon sees all of this and thinks you're in fact, cursed

“..... See? You don't have the-”

“Alright it's enough, whatever you made angry you have to stop”

This himbo is now you're babysitter, no, you cannot change my mind

Also, you, of course, don't like Muzu and he doesn't like you

And every time, every time, you'll get in a heated argument on each other's perspectives, he'll call you brat with no manner's and you'll say to him any kind of insult you can think on the moment

“You're a merely a bratty child that their parents have no care to teach you even the simplest of things, or perhaps you were just unable to understand them”

“You- FUCKING GROSS AND DISGUSTING FISH I HAVE EATEN SUSHI AND I AIN'T SCARED OF DOING IT AGAIN”

Even if they turned out so random that everyone doesn't even know if you two are fighting, only can guess because of the screaming

Sidon had to break out the argument and take you somewhere else, not before he reprimanded Muzu for his attitude with a guest

No, you're not getting away, he also semi lectures you, he can't help but to laugh every time he has to repeat your insults

The moment Link arrives to the Zora domain, Sidon is ecstatic, Link is very confused on what the fuck is happening, but you know, happy to help. Sidon tries to explain to the best of his capacity to Link your situation, after what felt hours of Sidon trying to say the right word, Link seemed so unamused and that just confused Sidon even more.... You know what? You're now under Link's care..... “What”

Link

After that, you try your best to get to know Link, what he likes and dislikes, what is he interested in, etc

Making friends is not your forte but you quite get along with Link

Normally, Link before the calamity is a quiet, put-together young guy, preferring to not show any emotions whatsoever

But after the calamity and the whole memory loss??

He's a chaotic mother fucker

Well, mostly he is quite put together when he talks to people, but when adventuring

You can see him killing time like killing a lot of octorok, getting the balloons and just sending something flying

Or infiltrate bokoblin's camps using nothing but a mask

Or just cooking amounts of food that you could serve in pre-calamity castle town and everyone could have a plate and they'll be some food left

Basically, he gets weird everytime he's bored

After you leave the Zora region, he asked you if you could fight

“I only know how to grab properly a sword"

“great, let's start from there”

He tries to train you

Good news, you can hold your own against some bokoblins

Bad news, you still suck, because your limit is like three normal bokoblins and Link helped with one

You most definitely weren't born to be doing this much exercise, and you absolutely haven't done this much in your whole life

It's that or you know everything about how to use a sword, a bow, everything because... You can get so invested with stuff

Good for you, but I'm projecting so f*ck you/j (not the projecting part tho, I swear I can be athletic... I just need a little bit)

Actually, there was once this time that you Link was trying to figure out where to go, you saw some bokoblins and decided that, somehow, it was a good idea to go and attack them

“Why did you do that?! You could have died!”

“That's the point!”

....

“/j?”

“WHAT EVEN IS /J?!?!!”

After that uncomfortable situation, you proceeded to explain what it meant and all of the tags

He was, to say the least, very confused and it took him a whole day to understand

There was this one time when you went to Kakariko, Link was trying to talk some matters with Impa

But your little gremlin brain decided that it was a great idea to grab a cucco and just do a parade with them

The cucco was not happy, at all

And when Link found out he was.... How do I explain this?

Confused, amused and a lot of stuff more but he was not surprised