Toby and Nina telling each other about their crush/interest in you and unlike other creep chars, decide to not fight over it and pursue you together.
You being in a weird dynamic with tobynina forgetting that Habit already gave you the unspoken title of 'mate' and as Habit does, butts into your poly relationship
"you two assholes decided to confess without me?"
*Nina and Toby who aren't even friends with Habit* ???
Adding a more fleshed out thought for this since I only spent like 5 mins on it.
My Tobias is a petty jealous bitch but under special circumstances would he be willing to be in a poly relationship. Not in the sense of dating two people exactly, more like we're dating him AND Nina and no attention is being taken away from him because Nina likes to take him on girl nights and shit. (A poly with clockwork, Kate, Tim, Brian, Jeff, sometimes EJ and Habit wouldnt be 'healthy')
On the other end, Nina loves toby as her best friend, she is very sexy positive and one of those 'why have ship wars when poly exists'. I think alot of people forget that Nina is a Tumblr fandom girlie who reads yuri (in my au at least) she true to this not new to this. She would be very okay with sharing you with everyone besides Jeff (and sometimes Jane) she has a complicated history with them. NinaKate, NinaNat, NinaEJ would work.
Habit is possessive but he's also an enigma, my au of Habit is humanity's bad habits not humanity's bad actions, so that changes things a bit. Toby and Nina aren't just random civilians. I think toby alone would be a problem but habit surprisingly can be very civil with nina and vice versa, they can come to an agreemen.
It goes like TobyNina says this is my girlfriend, Reader, and this is Reader's mate HABIT.
It also has a comedy aspect depending on if you met habit before or after tobynina confesses, because he either knows they're pursuing you and watching like it's tv, or he's a tornado butting himself into your poly relationship like a fourth wheel who won't leave.
Toby and Nina are bestie, Nina and HABIT are civil, HABIT and Tobias HATE eachother. And you luv ur partners.
Toby and Nina telling each other about their crush/interest in you and unlike other creep chars, decide to not fight over it and pursue you together.
You being in a weird dynamic with tobynina forgetting that Habit already gave you the unspoken title of 'mate' and as Habit does, butts into your poly relationship
"you two assholes decided to confess without me?"
*Nina and Toby who aren't even friends with Habit* ???
im sorry
is tim would say if he knew the man behind the stitched frown mask was his best friend, he would wish for anyone or anything to trade their position, with tim being dead instead, is what he would want anyways.
he wish he could turn back time to the old days...memories of short happiness
the first chapter of DMG took weeks to finish because there were five to ten rewrites and ideas moved around, some characters were cut and a few were added last minute. Everyone tagged is the official love interests of my au (other characters will be requests)
Very happy to get this outta the way, now I can begin writing.
You felt like you were run over by a bus, then subsequently hit by the ambulance that came to pick you up.
In other words, like shit.
Laid out in grass, trees towered over you like claws obscuring the sky, the small beads of sunlight phasing through the leaves as the sun set. It's a beautiful sight when you weren't chewed up by the universe and spit right out.
A red light was shining at you from the corner of your eyes and the taste of blood filled your mouth, teeth like static and tongue numb.
You had no memory on how you got here, no woods near your home, or in your state as far as you're concerned, and as far as your blurry sight could see, it went on for
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It was sore to sit up, warm liquid ran from your ears and nose, and you were positive you were crying. It wasn't long after you regained your sense of touch, hands grasping desperately at the grass below, when you could hear it.
Leaves crunching.
Shrubbery gives way.
Someone was walking towards you, or a few people if your vision wasn't failing and doubling. It was at this moment that you started to debate whether your mind was throwing hallucinations at you or you were dreaming.
His mask was different, or you've heard from other people in the fandom it was supposed to be a muzzle, you weren't entirely sure because everything about the creepypasta stories changes depending on the person, that's what made the community so unique, it's what drew you to it.
They were wearing normal clothes, you don't know why you were surprised about that, you'd just assume cartoon characters had an âoutfitâ, because that's essentially what they were, cartoon characters. But they were walking towards you with hatchets and malicious intent. You didn't have to read up on social cues to pick that up.
Kate The Chaser is the one who ran first, an amazing feat of running on all fours that you would've been amazed about had it not been directed at you.
Ticci Toby called out towards his partner, though he did little to stop her pursuit âKu-ka-Kaaate, he didn't su-say kill itâ
His voice faded into the background when you finally found your senses and sprinted towards the trees, vision disorientated and blurry, a dull static ringing in your ears that wouldn't stop no matter how fast you ran away from them.
Something light and solid hit your back, causing you to stumble and trip, pinned down by the snarling woman, dull nails sinking into your flesh without drawing blood, prey caught.
âYu-u-meow-you got her!â Toby exclaimed, elated by his hunting partnerâs swiftness, would've been so endearing if you weren't the deer in this scenario.
His voice was very annoying once you got used to it.
Kate responded by thrashing you around like a wild animal, hitting your body on the ground and against nearby rocks that wanted to chime in. âMhm.â
A hatchet sliced through the air and landed right beside your head, stabbing the ground. From this angle he towered over you and Kate by a lot, you've never thought of the image of how truly scary these people could look off height alone.
âHuh, weirdâ He leaned closer to your personal space, already occupied by Kate, and cocked his head curiously âUsually ta-tuh hikers scream or cry by nowâ
You were terrified.
He placed his head on his head, mocking the motion of passing out âo-ohh please duh-duh-dont kill me, Im too prettyâŚâ
This was a surreal experience, if you experienced past violence in your life or not doesn't matter in this instance. Up until right now, you were running with the belief that this was all a dream and by the time they've caught you, you would've woken up already.
The real pressing pain on your back and dripping weapons these people wield told a different story. You could go along with the fact that they're cosplayers, but what cosplayers take roleplay that seriously. You prayed to the universe that you weren't stuck in a Slenderman murder case situation.
Kate opted to ignore him, sliding something sharp and shiny from her back pocket, gripping it with all intents and purposes of stabbing you. Obviously.
âOk, let's g-get this-â
A pure white feather landed next to your head, between the cracks his hatchet had created just a moment ago. And from the sky came down, a feeling of euphoria and calm. The rustle of the leaves swaying stopped and all wildlife came to a halt.
The Angel of Judgement is here.
âTobias Rodgers, Kate Phan, [Full Name], Greetingsâ They said, pitch black eyes scanning from face to face, taking in the situation.
âAw shitâ The man muttered under his breath, appearing more calm and relaxed than he was previously, such is the grace of an angel âwhat's uh-up Dinaâ
They didn't respond for a few minutes, leaving the forest in a stagnant silence before answering, unblinking âWhere has the mortal traveled from?â They inquired.
Toby looked back at you, pinned under Kate's weight who had abandoned her knife to stare in awe at Judge Angel âduh-meo- dont know, Ben sent-meow- us downâ
They observed you for a few more moments before making a decision âHand over the woman to meâ
The pair looked back to you, laying immobile on the ground and unassuming ââwu-what ya want with her?â
Kate slowly slid her body weight off your back, eyes glancing hesitantly between you and Dina. You made no move to flee again, body trapped in a feeling of safety.
âShe does not belong, I shall decide how to proceedâÂ
The two most prolific Creepypastas of your time were having a silent conversation in questioning over giving you to an angel.
After neither party responded to her statement, she slowly guided her way to your fallen position, eyes devoid of pupils but still being able to rake up and down your body and purely observational interests âHow fascinating"
With one hand, they lifted your body off and ground and held you inches in the air in their calming embrace âcome nowâ
You felt as helpless as a kitten in a tree.
It was only until now that you spotted from the corner of your eye, a man standing in the treeline. He looked rather short and the air surrounding him distorted, like nature itself knew something like him wasn't supposed to exist.
âDid you obtain any injuries?â Before your brain could catch up, the angel graced you once again with her voice.
You shook your head, body laying limps in all places they weren't holding up.
âI will take you to a close friend of mine, together we will figure out your situationâ She explained, wings stretching out to block the setting sun overhead, a shadow of protection.
By the time you made it to the location, the crickets were out in full force and the air had gone chill with the dropping temperature. It was an abandoned hospital, or you were guessing it was a hospital, the exterior was so worn down and faded it could've been anything, and clearly no one has cared about it in a long time, sitting lost in the forest.
The Angel skipped the front door of the building and fanned her wings out, taking to the air in one swoop, leaving you disorientated and nauseous, watching the grounds grow further away.
This was real. This feeling was real.
Through a wide window, you both landed in a white sterile room, interrupting the conversation of someone in a full body sanitation suit, a creature wearing a white mask, a woman wearing all black goth attire and a man you immediately identify as Liu Woods.
Dina introduced your plight before awkward silence set in.
âShe is in need of a check up Jack Nyrasâ They presented you like a child showing off a mysterious creature to their friends.
Eyeless Jack stepped back with unsure energy, you couldn't pin the reason why. The other man started laying down medical equipment, sanitizing once then twice.
âWhat seems to be the problem with her?â His voice was deeper and growly than you were expecting, a juxtaposition of his speaking pattern rivaled by his animalistic tone.
You were sat down on a spare bed, left out of the conversation happening in front of you, about you. You just couldn't shake this calming feeling buried deep within your stomach.
âThis human is of importance to me, in a situation hard for me to judgeâ They admitted.
Liu and the woman stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at her. It's amusing watching stoic and nonchalant people show surprise or shock.
âVery wellâÂ
The room fell into a purposeful silence. Every creature moving around the room with perfect memorization of the equipment, and enough familiarity with each other to have their backs turned.
The first person to re-acknowledge your presence was gas mask, who up close you could now identify green accents taped onto the plastic.
âI need your bloodâ His voice was heavily muffled, and if the room weren't so dead silent, you wouldn't have heard him.
You held out your arm without resistance, looking back towards your angel in an attempt at distraction, you've picked up that none of these people are ones for small talk or chit chat, and you couldn't verbally answer anyways, you left your dry erase board somewhere at home.
Watching the angel converse with the 7 foot man, he responded with approval before the wind blew the window up from behind them and Dina took off, wings not leaving a sound as they flew into the night.
Jack was already âstaringâ at you when you looked back at him, the feeling of calm and bliss slowly washing away as your situation finally settled in, spiking your heart rate.
You fell asleep with your gang of pets and plushies then woke up in an alternate reality, or a different universe altogether. What's different? What's the same? Do you still exist here? Does your family and friendsâŚexist here?
And what about back home? Your home.
âDid you get everything you needed Liam?â Jack asked, voice rumbling through the hospital room like an earthquake.
Gas mask- Liam, nodded his head, pointing a thumbs up with various tubes and samples taken from your body while you were distracted âShot them up with vaccines, no parasite filth is going to live hereâ
You'd feel violated if you weren't in shock and despair.
They went their separate ways, Liam to a separate office marked as his own private corner, not allowed entry by anyone else, and Eyeless Jack to your side, holding check up equipment that just looked small and funny when he wielded it.
âIâll be doing a routine check up and patch work on you, is that alright?â He asked because he cared about the answer. He wasn't touching you without your consent.
You agreed.
The next hour or two were spent in silence, doing various physical and breathing tests that reminded you more of training than doctorâs orders. Height, weight, your full name and date of birth, were all kept in his locked filing cabinet. At some point, the other two took what they came for and left, giving you one last look over.
You finally took the time to take in your surroundings, apprehension sitting at the bottom of your stomach, the roomâs temperature dropping since your angel flew away.
The building was abandoned and forest overtaken on the outside, but the inside was bright white and clean. Liamâs office was on the left leading downstairs, Jackâs room appeared on the right, closest to the door to the rest of the hospital.
After a while a small conversation came, consisting of him asking you questions and you signing âyesâ ânoâ âmaybeâ, he was a pleasant person when you ignored the black empty sockets constantly filled with tar and ominous white mask.
Jack looked down at you after all was said and done, preparing to say something. The door to the room slammed open, bringing with it three bickering adults, all pushing and pulling each other to get through the door.
Your brain blanked out when you the trio walked in, as real and scarred as their respective creepypasta wrote them to be.
Gnarled jagged cuts running from cheek to cheek, going through a repeat of scabbing over and reopening from anxious picking, burn scars soothed over covering only one side of his body.
Precise cutting and even more clean healing from Nina, previously stitched up and kept maintained as a fashion look, a statement, showcasing who she is as a person.
Clockwork was somewhere in the middle, cheek scars made in a manic hurry but allowed to heal on their own. Dirtied white eye patch struggling to stay on her head.
Jeff was the first one to bark, ignoring your presence entirely âjack, I need my pain medsâ
The creature let out an audible sigh, sharp ears sliding from beneath his hoodie to drop down, showing displeasure.
âNeed a new patch big guyâ Clockwork added.
Jack âstaredâ at you for a few seconds, silently debating on continuing your conversation or getting the medical supplies the two needed, he finally made a choice when he left your side, shifting to theirs, already making conversation.
You kicked your legs around on the hospital bed like a bored child, waiting for their friend to come back.
Didn't have to wait long, when Nina stuck her face in yours, an unreadable expression laid. âWhoâre you?â
You shrugged your shoulders, at a loss on how to communicate with these people. She laughed in your face, quickly softening up and sitting beside you. Not sure what to expect, you sat still, thoughts running through your mind of what you were supposed to predict with these characters. The thought only comes to you knowing that you were in a room surrounded by internet stories created by edgy 13 year olds. You couldnât tell if Jeffery was pale because of âa thing of bleachâ or because that was his skin color.
âHow cute looking, wonder where Jack picked you upâ Oh she has no idea.
Her thighs lightly brushed against yours, solidifying the fact that she sat comfortably next to a complete stranger, you werenât getting any answers from it. âMy nameâs Nina, but you probably knew thatâ
You could hear her accent when she said certain words, mainly at the end of a sentence.
âYour eyes lit up when you saw usâ She gushed, just as excited to see you as you were her. âAre you a fan girl?â
You didn't know how to answer that, so you motioned your hands in between. Kinda sorta.
Turning your sights on clockwork, you made a note that instead of a clock pushed into her empty eye socket, it was bandaged with white cloth, seemingly clean as evidence of no stains can be found.
And Jeff was leaning into her personal space, mouthing off at Jack with swears that had no heat behind them, when he glanced at you, you turned back to Nina, heart plunging into her stomach with unknown dread.
They were scary looking.
âCrazy rightâ
She had been closely watching your interaction, but there was no disappointment in your shock. Just curiosity. âYouâll get used to how we lookâ
Well now you just feel like a dickhead.
Jack had to interrupt your session of sitting and staring at each other to politely tell Nina (and the other two) to get out of his office, medication in a bag. You get the feeling he doesn't like prolonged hospital visits if he can help it, and you were pushing it by being here already. You felt bad.
She left you with a back pat and jumped off your bed, asking him about your name and to give you her number, as friends of course.
The first night sleeping there wasn't bad, in fact it was comfortable. Jack presented you with an abundance of blankets and pillows for your picking, with no comment on how he got them. The bed was soft enough.
It most importantly left you to your own thoughts. You had accepted that by some backrooms unluck, you've ended up somewhere these people live. These internet horrors, whoâve turned out to be real living beings.
You have to get back home.
In the mornings Liam bought you a satin wrapped peanut butter and jelly and granola bars, it filled your stomach and left your throat dry. Jack was idle chitchat and let you poke your nose into his stuff when you got bored, slipping in medical knowledge as comments with each new piece of equipment you picked up, silently taking unused needles from you when it annoyed him enough.
Nurse Ann visited one midnight, staring at you from the corner as you slept. She had been waiting for Jack to talk to Jack about something in another house, probably a medical emergency, and hadn't expected a stranger. Despite her Frankenstein stitches she was very beautiful.
And Nina tried to make frequent visits but Jack wouldn't let her through to you, either in protection of your health or his peace.
You hadn't seen the Angel in a week, it was while Jack was busy in Liamâs basement that you moved, patting around for leftover bars and cute clothes provided by Nina that you snuck away from the room, foot slowly closing the door for no sound. Jack has exceptional hearing.
The rest of the building proved to be a safety hazard if it didn't concern the med-bay area, garbage and roof left in disarray from whichever company abandoned it.
You didn't make it far before something tall and striped stepped into your vision, blocking your path from the red exit door ten feet behind it.
âOh joy!â
He was seven feet tall and matched his cosplay pictures to a tee, black and white feathers covering the entirety of his shoulders, and elongated limbs hanging from his sides before he brought them up to grab at you.
If you could scream you would, the terror was silent and you backed away too late in fight or flight. âThe new friend finally comes out of the denâ
His limbs wrapped around yours like a cobra and her prey, pulling you close into a breath stealing hug âI knew someone was hiding in there, other Jackie is so mean thoughâ
How could you de-escalate a situation you didn't know you were in?
You wiggled around in his arms, huffing in the scent of black licorice candy and funnel cake, fur tickling your face, letting out little giggles of nerves in his chest.
âOh!? This is newâ He exclaimed. Pushing you away to look at your face âA giggly girl, how exciting! I was planning on happily maiming you but this is much betterâ
He held your hand when he set you on your feet, like a child and it's stuffed bear. âWhere are we headed, friend?â
Laughing Jack has joined the party
Giant multicolored words hung in the air around you, blinking hard in case you were suddenly hallucinating. You looked up at the dark eyes grinning at you and the darkness stared back. Let you turn on your heel, and exit the nearest door. âOh boy!â
The outside wasn't any better, it was too dark to see two steps in front of you and the trees surrounded you from all sides. The prospect of returning home was dimming little by little and you weren't confident in your ability to survive in a place like this, but until that inevitable death wrapped it's claws around you, youâll move forward.
A light appeared to your right and you turned your head to see Jackâs nose lighting up, shining like a flashlight into the death of night. You sighed a âthank youâ to him, before walking forward.
I already blocked but it really does get to a point. PLEASE USE YOUR BRAIN AND LOOK AT MY PAGE FOR MORE THAN TWO SECONDS. Like the lack of critical thinking some of yâall possess truly astounds me.
Idc about the incel bootlicking you wanna do in your free time but I need people to start using their frontal lobes in my inbox đđ
Us writers know that the Creepypastas are murderers, we know that real murderers are also most likely to be abusers, assaulters, horrible people and morally inept,,
But i am so fucking tired of people whining and complaining bout how other people write the characters 'reminder habit did this' 'just know that habit would kill you in real life' yall we're reading fanfiction on Tumblr dot com
This major shift from woobifying the characters to making them all slur slinging slashers is equally as bad, as someone who loves dark content, leave babs and other writers the fuck alone good gawd
Papa's bout to die of cancer leaving my living situation up in the air, gotta work tomorrow, cat and dog need loving still, just cut the FUCK outta my thumb to the white meat and this chapter of dug my grave SHALL be done hopefully soon, in the name of the universe.
im writing the first chapter for dug my grave, I just constantly change my mind on when the journey starts, it's a 10k goal and I'm a MASSIVE procrastinator be kind đś
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