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[bubblesodaa]

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Catch me if you can!

A obsessive bat family x gender neutral Internet Ghost! Reader

(Concept)

(Spotify Playlist) (working on switching the playlist onto a different platform due to recent Spotify advertisements)

Chapters: Prologue, Chapter one, chapter two, chapter three (in the works)

IG! Reader lore:

[ventique18]

Warning: explosive rant. Good afternoon.

Nothing instantly makes my day terrible than seeing genuinely curious people ask for opinions on Twisted Wonderland and people WHO HAVEN'T PLAYED IT, describe is as the most depraved fucking gooner yaoi game in the entire history of mankind. When it's one of the tamest game a person could possibly play. And you check the commenter's profile and it's a guy who plays fucking Nikke.

I hate it when straight guys use joseimuke games to demonize women's interests or shame them. So men are allowed to eye-rape women with inflated breasts and their asses sucking the souls out of their skimpy bikinis, but god forbid women feel cute when a guy with horns and completely covered from head to toe tell her he enjoys her company?

And when it's a fellow woman criticizing this game, it's always "oh they twinkified Iago ew. Don't play this shitty ass game, everyone is a generic sexualized twink. 🤢"

First of all, IAGO IS NOT IN THE FUCKING GAME. You hardly have the authority to criticize something you know jack shit about. Second, people are allowed to like slim men. Third, there's ZERO sexualization in the game. Everyone is treated respectfully and the "skin fanservice" don't at all look out of place nor do they look forced into it, unlike some game where every woman needs to have their armpits aired out.

Last of all, the fuck you mean GENERIC? Anyone who thinks twst's design is generic must be the most artistically-challenged individual the world has ever popped out of its womb. You can literally tell them apart by their eyes only. What a shame to be born so deprived of sapient eyesight that a dog could inherit it instead and make more objective criticisms.

[bubblesodaa]

Catch me if you can!

Chapter Two: Change

TW: Tourment, Murder, unhealthy coping mechanisms

Prologue chapter one

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You used to just stand there and take things in. Whether it was knowledge, lectures from your guardians, teasing from people who would mess with you in school, and even ultimately your demise. Your soul couldn’t move on, after all your death was still a mystery to the Gotham police department. After seeing your case remain open and gone cold, it just snapped something in you. Thats what drove you to hunt down and torment your stalker, giving yourself the justice you knew you deserved. After that was finished though was when something sinister in you was manifested. Your ghost did possess the internet after all. it was bound to occur eventually

But you’re still you! Just different :)

Through the years you plagued the souls that braved down the rabbit hole you created online, it was easy to trap them that way. Humans were so curious when it came to leaving clues and puzzles to attempt to solve. It’s what gave you entertainment so you didn’t bore yourself into fading away from existence. Slowly gaining a list of victims by driving them insane, some of them bashing themselves in the glass of their computer, others sitting and starving themselves while they obsess over the clues you left about yourself. Oh well! It was all just so fun! You even would troll just to see what emotions would come out of a person. That was really entertaining, imagine someone crashing out and destroying their computer setup over something that was obviously rage bait. It’s what would leave you feeling happy and smiling.

That’s when you weren’t you anymore. though you don’t know that.

You just don’t want to disappear, there’s so much to do! So much that you could’ve done if you were still alive but the Gotham Police departments negligence to aid you when you cried for help failed you, remember? :)

You don’t remember the faces of your family/friends/loved ones, it’s all a blur. You never really bothered to keep up with monitoring their lives after your death, it was too painful you were too jealous they were alive to see that they were still living and thriving while your life was cut short. You were too busy claiming souls for entertainment to fuel your very existence.

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Oh…. What’s this?

You’ve caught someone’s attention!

He’s actively connecting your victims deaths together and trying to figure out the cause? Why couldn’t that be done with your murder…? :(

One of Gothams vigilante’s? Red Robin.

Oh what a fun a new game!

Let’s see how long he’ll last.

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That’s when you found yourself creating a popup window in his laptop with the following text:

“Trying to find me Timothy Drake? :)”

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Things are getting fun huh? This chapter was so fun to write! I’m so excited how everything is turning out! Sorry that this chapter is a bit short, I wasn’t sure how to really describe things in detail to lengthen it without it sounding like I was using filler words😅

Taglist~✨ open!

@unrelatedlily @hai-there-how-are-you @inwhichiwanttoread @oceangirlss @pocketful-ofrainbows @leeiasure @horror-lover-69

[bubblesodaa]

Catch me if you can!

Chapter one: Welcome to the internet

TW: Death, strangulation, injustice, petty revenge, trolling, psychological abuse, doxxing

Prologue chapter two

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It was hard at first, accepting that you died. Hey but at least you gained control over all the electronics at the tech store you used to work for? To be fair your crash out when you it hit you that you had been murdered made the store lose power. It was odd messing with the electronics, you couldn’t really do much then. That was until you noticed that your case was going cold. What the hell man? Can’t the police figure something out? You literally went to them months before your death, afraid that your internet stalker was going to do something to you. God they’re so useless- Maybe you could do something to ensure justice was served. The thing is, you don’t remember the face of your stalker. That’s the only thing that blurry from that night, but then you remember.

They were harassing you for months online :)

You could work with that; one way or another you’d make sure you’d get revenge. It took months to gain access to the internet through your possession. It was also difficult to understand; it was all binary. After you learned to understand it though was when you had to mentally check out for a while. The internet did have an ever growing library of knowledge. It felt like your brain grew by the size of a million but exploded at the same time. When you returned back to the internet, it had been a year since your death; that’s when you knew it was time to catch the loser who caused all of this. It wasn’t that hard, once something was on the internet it never disappeared. Before you knew it you were staring at the bastard through their webcam. They never noticed that it was constantly blinking red, probably too busy being a loser. You started by messing with them, locking them out of their accounts, signing them up for spam mail, draining their bank account, frying their plugs, etc. You even sent 50 pizzas to their place. Overall just making their life a living hell. You tried sending receipts of the messages to the police from your stalker, practically doxxing them and how obsessed with you they were.

It didn’t work :)

Then that wasn’t enough for you anymore. That’s when you started to psychologically mess with your murderer. You began by sending them messages from your accounts. They knew you were dead after all, they’re the one who strangled you to death.

Messages like: “I know what you did.” “You’re the reason I’m not here anymore.” “Scared?”

It made your former stalker paranoid beyond belief, aren’t you supposed to be dead? This has to be some sort of joke, maybe someone you was messing with him with your old accounts. Right?

Mentally torturing the stalker for months on end was fun for a while, but then you got bored. You had gained the ability to recently move things in the real world, maybe it was time for pay back. Your case had long since been cold and looked like justice wasn’t going to be served anytime soon. Why not take care of the issue yourself?

You did it on the two year anniversary of your death, strangling your murderer with computer wires. The same way they took your life. Watching them struggle to claw the tightened wires from their throat, losing oxygen. The same way they watched you struggle when the life drained from your very being. Their hands stopped clawing at their airway as their body slumped over their keyboard. Wires leaving bruising on their throat the way their hands had bruised yours. You arranged everything back into its place, leaving a message on their screen.

“Karma really sucks huh? :)”

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Hi hi hi! :3 Ima be so honest I’m so excited with the way I’m planning out this fic so far! I lowkey even yapped about it to my brother because I couldn’t help it. I’m going to yap about IG! Reader and how they are in a smaller little silly post, considered they possessed a part of the internet 😭☝🏼Also also! Feel free to send in asks about them! I’m itching and scratching to talk about them >:3

Playlist

Taglist open~✨

[bubblesodaa]

Catch me if you can! Prologue

Trigger warnings: Death, Stalking, Strangulation

Concept Chapter one chapter two

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You died in the 2000s, you remember everything that happened. You were the type to always be in chat rooms when working. Though unfortunately that way you gained a stalker. After months of getting many messages ranging from chats, emails, and text messages you went to the police about it. Fearing for your safety, you expressed your concerns to the Gotham Police. Though they couldn’t really do anything since it was hard to track a person down with so many throw away accounts. It was hard to do that back then at least.

One day when closing the tech store you worked for, your stalker finally made contact with you in person. Confessing their adoration obsession for you. You obviously rejected them, finding the whole situation disturbing. You had a hard that day too, so really you just wanted to go home. Your stalker didn’t like that. Shoving you into the glass of the tech store and strangling you. Struggling for air you tried your best to fight back, though they had you pinned down and had more strength. You died that night October 21st, 200X.

Waking up you first thought what had happened was a nightmare. Feeling fine, though your throat was hurting. You went through your normal routine in your apartment, then you tried to leave to go to work. You couldn’t open the door, only phasing through it. That’s when you realized what happened last night wasn’t a nightmare.

You’re dead.

That realization caused you to spiral, how could you have died? You’re barely in your twenties, you have had so much ahead of you! You end up going to your job just to see everything happening, you need to see it yourself. This has to be some type of dream right? You’re just astral projecting or something? Seeing the broken blood stained glass and police caution tape is what broke you. Feeling yourself fading away, you’re scared- you can’t let that happen

That’s when you manifested and possessed all the electronics in the store

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Hiii apologies if it’s not well written! My first time ever actually posting a fic- I’ve been cooking up so many ideas in my mind and today I just decided to let them loose 😅

Also my asks are open! Feel free to ask anything about IG Reader! I’d love to answer any questions you all have while I write ^^

That’s all for now

- Bubbles

[bubblesodaa]

Thinking of a fic idea with an internet ghost! reader that haunts the narrative

Prologue chapter one chapter two

Idea that I have so far

*Starting off they were killed by someone who stalked them through the internet and rejected them in the late or early 2000s at their job selling/working with tech

* Their soul manifested into something sadistic because their case went cold/didn’t get enough media attention because they’re not a rich important person, that and it’s Gotham. There’s literally crime EVERYWHERE.

* They haunt the narrative by possessing a massive area of the internet. Only way to evade them is to avoid technology all together (hard to do know with how current society is so reliant on it)

* Started to become a popular urban legend in the 2020s due to kids bored at home on the internet during the COVID lockdown. With subreddits in particular trying to figure it all out, eventually driving some into sheer insanity.

* The bat family only started getting involved when Tim particularly noticed an uptick in odd deaths. All involved with the victim left slumped over near some sort of computer or device. The screen always displaying some type of cryptic message like: “How Unfortunate :)” eventually all getting obsessed with trying to figure out what truly is behind it.

Should I turn this into a fic? The reader would be gender neutral! Idk I already have a Spotify playlist I cooked out of excitement

(Update! Here’s the prologue ^^)

[ciricearts]

i usually don’t put wips here but I'm really liking this one hehe

[bubblesodaa]

GUYS LITERALLY MY FEM JASON COSPLAY 🥰🗣️✨