there was no one on the phone.

[pocketmania]

# i don't believe we've met...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"we could leave the lights on, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsun tan..."

Hey there stalkers and maniacs, my name is Lottie, and welcome to my little creature corner. This is a writing blog, and all of the information you need to know to request is below. Oh yeah and here's the intro thing

Lottie . She/her . Taken <3 . A little slow but i mean well I promise

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✦ I WON'T write

Illegal ships (incest, pedophilia, etc.)

Rape

OC's

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Actual smut

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(If you need clarification on whatever I will or won't write, please don't hesitate to ask)

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If you can, first put the emojis of the fandom and then the genre of the fic (you obviously don't have to do this)

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✦ Reccomended Reads

Some stuff that I've written that I'm quite proud of. I may update this as time goes on but uhhh yeah :]

7:00 A.M. (🎃💀💏❤️‍🩹)

The Idols w/ a Sick!Reader (🎨🔫💏💭)

✦ Anything Else?

Thank you for reading this far if you did! I am a very slow poster, so I should warn all of you of that. Rest assured, I will always get to my requests sooner or later. I'm scattered-brained, lol.

Also, I'd love for some of you to give me criticism so I can improve and become a better writer. It always helps!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤi'll see you soon.

[jackstauber]

tea errors - Jack Stauber (2018)

[siya-khanth]

flirting I hope he likes me back ^_^

[pocketmania]

> RANDOM HEADCANON TIME YALL

> Out of all the angst concepts that I've seen for Date Everything (which are great, by the way), I've never seen—or heard—of a comic or fic that involves the homeowner breaking the dateviators by accident

> Like, maybe they (and by "they" I mean you) forgot something downstairs and went to go get it, but you're an actual klutz, so you trip on Stella and tumble down her steps

> When you reach the bottom and hit Florence, you wince in pain before going into "hyper-panic" because you remembered that you had the dateviators in your front pants pocket. You turn over, completely ignoring how you developed a bruise on every limb in your body, or how you probably sprained something, and inspect Skylar (pun unintended)

> There's a huge crack down the right side of one of the lenses that breaks off into smaller, less serious cracks. While it wouldn't seem too bad to someone who thought these were just a cool-looking pair of glasses, you were knew it was a LOOOT more than that. This object, as well as others, were just like people. People with lives

> You put the glasses on and can already see the damage: instead of putting a nice rosey tint on everything, your house is now a bit saturated, like the colors are bleeding into each other. You look to the stairs and see Skylar sitting on the steps, clutching the arm that corresponds to the cracked lens; it looks as though it was dislocated. Stella, Florence, and Celia were already there, trying to handle the situation as calmly as they could. Celia advised Wallace to go and get Farya to treat you and Skylar.

> You immediately rushed over despite the limp in your step and the beating in your head. Skylar smiles at you nervously, saying that, "it was just a scratch! She'd be a-okay!"

> "SKYLAR YOUR FUCKING ARM IS BROKEN"

> When Farya gets there, she says that it looks like she had one huge break down her entire arm—from her shoulder down to her wrist. Then she pulled out a repair kit and tried to patch her up as best as she could.

> Meanwhile, you were next to her feeling AWFUL. You didn't mean to break her, and yet you did. Every apology that flowed out of your mouth was quickly followed by a "it's not your fault! don't be sorry!" from Ms. Specs. Dorian was on standby as he was supposed to be someone of authority in the house. He had, also, heard the sound of you falling and came running to see if you were okay.

> "It's not your fault for falling, love," he'd tell you, placing a hand on your back to rub it. Before you knew it, Farya was ready to tend to your bruises and probably-maybe-definitely-sprained elbow. As she did so, she also kept telling you that the fall was not anyone's fault

> But you couldn't help but feel like Skylar got hurt because of you. Because she was in your pocket. Because you couldn't catch yourself the accident. Because you couldn't be any less clumsy.

> After it was all said and done, Farya told both of you that you needed rest and probably shouldn't do too much on your own. You understood and took the dateviators off, going upstairs, and gently setting them on the Abel next to your bed

> Unsure if you would ever have the courage to put them back on again

[pocketmania]

> Yknow whattttt i'm bored let's expand on this concept since it's nearly been a year

> at this point it's likely been a few days since you've put the dateviators back on. After all, Farya did say to give yourselves some time to rest

> butttttt that also meant that you didn't get to talk to any of the dateables, including skylar. that didn't mean you didn't try to interact with them a little (it was pure reflex)

> you would greet them like normal. "Hey, Kopi! Having a good morning?" "Hi, Dorian. You holding up well?" "Telly! How are you? Got anything new to watch?"

> from an outside perspective you looked insane 😭

> however, you found it a little hard to face Skylar Specs herself. You'd obviously be polite and greet her the same way you'd greet everyone else, "hi, good morning, skylar." But that was it. You couldn't talk to her like everyone else because YOU broke her. YOU were the cause of that crack going down along her right arm. How could you possibly face her again after that?

> After another week or two of healing, you realize that the crack on the glasses was pretty much gone. You picked up the dateviators and, after giving them a once-over, turned em back on. You looked around and saw what had become of them; the rosey-tint was back, and the colors remaimed fine. However, the lense which had the crack only had a slight hue change. It was only noticeable if you really paid attention, but otherwise everything was back to normal

> right?

> as you put them on, skylar comes careening into the room to hug you from behind. "(Y/N)!! Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, I missed you!"

> it gave you a start, but returned skylar's hug. Only then did you notice her arm was in a pretty pink sling. When you brought your attention to it, she shrugged, "Farya just wants me to wear this just in case, y'know? Otherwise I'm A-Okay!"

> you still felt guilty, so you gestured for her to sit down and talk. you said you were so terribly sorry for what happened and would make sure it never happened again, but Skylar stops you short

> "Hey. It wasn't your fault. It happens! Stuff goes wrong and sometimes you can't really, like, do anything but watch it happen. But look! I'm okay! You're okay, I hope! Everyone's okay! Sometimes it's not about whose fault it was but more on what we can do to make it better. I'm not mad, love. I'm just glad you're okay."

> okay that killed you 🥹💔

> you maybe sorta definitely broke into tears when you heard her say that and pulled her into a gentle hug. After a bit of just being in a nice, tight hug, you both got up and decided to go and check in on the rest of the dateables

> you were especially feeling better now because you had that talk. the feelings weren't GONE completely, but you knew they'd dissipate within the days to come <3

> (cough cough. a hypothetical bad ending of this would be if you didn't have that talk with skylar and just kept avoiding her since you thought she hated you. literally pulling a jax from tadc LMAO)

> (you may still use the dateviators but you avoid talking to skylar directly and it realllyyyy fucks her up. the dateviators become kind of dull and even lose their charge sometimes. some of the dateables take notice to your avoidance and urge you to talk to her again but you refuse. it worries them. you're just doing this because you think this is what skylar wants)

> (or you just stop using the dateviators altogether. the house grows lonely. the dateviators stay sitting on your sidetable. you never stopped the habit of at least greeting them or apologizing when you accidentally smack into them. in fact, you feel even worse when you hit Wallace with your shoulder or set down one of Daisuke's dishes too hard because what if you hurt them, break them? That's the last thing you want. a lot of your furniture goes untouched because you don't want to break or abuse them. you're just doing this for them. that accident with skylar really opened your eyes. you never wanted to hurt anyone. this is what's best. this is for them.)

> but of courssseeeee that'll nevveeerrrrrr happennnn

> just somethin to think about lol <3

[pocketmania]

Can you make a reader x Harvey Harvington story? I think he’s neat and horribly awesome and I feel bad for him because of how he’s treated in the game

# The Root of All Evil

> Hihihi!! Thank you for requesting and an even bigger thank you for waiting so long!

(It's been eight million years,,,)

Okay, but seriously, I'd love to do that! While I'm not as interested in bloodmoney as I once was, I still do like Harvey's character and wanna write for him lol. Now that the human expidenture program is also out, I can write with lore in mind! (*´▽｀)v

Also!!! I realllyyy wanna start writing longer, better quality fics, so that's why this is so long lol

Again!! Thank you for waiting!!

Now onto the thingy

genre: miscellaneous x reader story (⁉️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨❤️‍🩹✨️)

reader type: gender neutral

warnings: quick mentions of death

quick summary: on one boring Friday night, the Reader realizes that their laptop may be haunted... or just contains a man put in a horrible situation.

#hashtags: bloodmoney!, harvey harvington, harvey harvington x reader, x reader, harvey bloodmoney, eat up

wc: 4.9k

It had been a long day—or, rather, couple of days—for Harvey. His mind felt hazy, like he had been reliving the same dream over and over again. The same horrible, gruesome, gorey dream every night. Sometimes, they'd have different outcomes, like he survives and is left to rot horribly scarred. Other times, he is shot dead at close range. If he was lucky, he would survive with barely a scratch, but that was rare. It happened so much that it became a routine. He would often avoid going to sleep just to not experience it, but the outcome was always the same.

That is, until he met you.

You had seen the game on Itchio and decided that it would be just a fun way to dilly dally with the rest of your Friday night. After listening to all of those boring lectures about computer science and whatnot, it'd be a great way to take a load off. When you booted it up, you were met with the typical exposition needed to give the game context. Twenty-five thousand dollar operation for something serious... what else was new? Once that ended, you were met with an appealing collage of bright, pastel colors and a quaint-looking fellow beaming at you like it was his first day. "Hello!" He greeted, snapping at attention once he saw you. "My name is Harvey Harvington, and welcome to my booth!"

Listening to him as he explained the deal of the game, you began to ponder how this would even work. Choosing to un-suspend your disbelief for a second, you pondered the logic behind this whole game. How convenient, you thought, that there was just a stand for me right here. How was he even giving me this money? Why was he even here?

When you zoned back in, you realized you hadn't even began clicking. You got to work, occasionally taking a break when your finger got tired from such a workout. However, Harvey's occasional words of encouragement were actually keeping you motivated. "You're making my day with these clicks!" he'd say, clearly having a good time. "You're really gettin' the hang of this!"

You went from simple pokes to a feather, and from a feather to... a needle. Huh. Interesting...

"Oh, hey, you got... a needle! Heheh... let's, uh... let's see where this goes!" Harvey cheered (if you could even call it that). You furrowed an eyebrow at the sudden jump in quality of clickers. It did give you four dollars per click though, which was a stepup from the feather, so maybe it was worth it to try?

You began to click and click away at Harvey's body, taking care to avoid his face. But, that didn't seem to matter as his face began to bleed. Slowly, but surely. You considered stopping, but then remembered that it was just a game and that the brightly-colored man in your computer was nothing more than an NPC. Truly, your actions held no real weight. Besides, he was the one selling you these things, right? If anything, it's his own fault!

Then again, there was that gnawing feeling in your chest that made you feel bad for him, somewhat. And then he would occasionally make comments about how the pain felt. One click. "It's not exactly tickling anymore, but you're still going strong!"

Five clicks. "Wow, you're, uh... really pushing through my pain barrier here!"

Several clicks. "Ack! J-Just remember, I'm in here too! But keep clicking, you're doing great... I think?"

You were really starting to get uncomfortable. His pain felt... strangely real. Why was this game on Itch? And more importantly, why would someone make this? Make something so sinister? I mean, some people could be into that, but this feels like a bit much...

Powering through because your intrigue got the better of you, you managed to get to fifteen-hundred dollars. As the shop lit up, signaling for a new item, you stopped to stretch your hand, opening and closing it repeatedly. Harvey, who was somehow bearing the pain all the same, still continued to congratulate you like you hadn't been poking him with a needle for about five minutes. "I-I guess you're the player, so you call the shots!" He told you. "Keep going if you think you can handle it!"

You huffed at the line. "If you think I can handle it?" You muttered, putting your hand back on the mouse. Suddenly, the man perked up.

"Yeah, I'm sure you have it in you!"

The sudden response to your line made you jump. "Whhhaaaatttt the faack," was all you could get out. The man. In the computer. Who is supposed to be an NPC. Is talking. To you.

It took you a moment to process the fact that he just responded to your off-the-side remark. He looked worried as if he had said something wrong. Interlocking his fingers and quaintly setting them on the stall, he spoke. "Did I... scare you?" Harvey questioned, looking at you both carefully and fearfully. "I'm sorry if I did!" You backed away from your computer, wondering just what you should do. Could you turn it off? If you did, would he still be there when you turned it back on? Maybe you should just burn it instead. Yep. You have to burn it. No other options.

"I-I know this is probably really jarring, but I'm no threat or anything! Promise!" Harvey exclaimed, putting his hands up to show he meant no harm. You squinted, trying to make sense as to why the supposed NPC was sentient and speaking to you when he wasn't before. Then again, he hadn't really done anything to harm you. In fact, he was being quite pleasant. You rubbed your temples and pinched the bridge of your nose. You knew you were going to regret this. The god of common sense was rolling over in their divine grave. And yet...

"Alright," you said, sitting back down and placing your laptop back on your lap. "I'll bite. But you better answer my questions or else I'm hiring someone to exorcise my laptop."

Harvey did a salute with his hand, "I promise!" He seemed genuine enough.

"Okay, let's address the big fat elephant in the room: who ARE you?" You asked. In the back of your mind, you were reminded of a certain meme that almost made you crack a smile. You suppressed it—not the time. You checked the camera on your laptop to make sure it wasn't on, to make sure that some weirdo wasn't watching you. The light wasn't on, but you still felt like you should be covering it anyhow. You felt like you were being watched.

Harvey, whose expression had notably shifted from that of an abused dog to a man just happy to speak to another being, interlocked his fingers once again. He took a deep breath before he spoke. "Ah! Well, my name is Harvey Harvington," he introduced once again. "And I run this booth."

You blinked, slow, like a cat. Your initial thought was, "wow, did his parents hate him?" But you decided not to say that. Instead, you went with a much more reasonable question. "And WHY are you here." He thought for a moment, eyes darting around every now and then like the answer would appear behind you.

"I... don't really know! Heh." He chuckled even though it wasn't very funny. He put a finger to his chin and gently tapped it once or twice. "My wife said it was for the best, and I trust her so..."

Woah. Hang on. Pump the brakes. Slow down. "Your wife?" You repeated. "She put you in here?" When Harvey nodded, you leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms, staring at the wall to your right in total confusion. Now you were really intruiged. How the hell did she manage to do that? And, more importantly, why would she put him into a game like this?

"Waitwaitwait... so lemme get this as straight as I can..." You began, leaning forward. "Your wife. Put you into this computer game. Where we violently maime you for money."

"Oh, I wouldn't say 'violent'!" Harvey interjected. "I'm sure that there are better options than that nasty little needle."

You closed your eyes and shook your head gently. "Harvey, I hate to break it to ya bud, but... the next option to buy is literally a hammer." Instantly, Harvey's eyes went wide with shock and confusion. Even though it wasn't much to go off of, you assumed he didn't know what was in that shop.

All of this seemed so... strange to you. Strange and malicious. "How did your wife get you in there in the first place, Harvey?" You decided to go back to asking the important questions. Harvey paused once again, processing the information and trying to come up with an answer that would be most useful.

Harvey looked directly at you nervously. His bright blue eyes were a little chilling to look at. "I know that she had some... machine. It's a bit of a blur, but there was a zap and then my whole body was in here."

Huh.

Wherever this guy's wife went to college, you'd have to transfer immediately. How, in sam blue hell, did she manage to figure out how to put real human beings into computers? And what for? What was the purpose of risking your husband's life for some stupid clicker game? It wasn't adding up. You know she didn't just do that for shits and giggles, despite what Harvey says. There was likely an ultierior motive hiding underneath the blood money.

"You know..." Harvey spoke. "I've had similar dreams to this one. Except they're all quite gruesome and... macabre. I usually end up dying at the end! Isn't that strange?"

You stared at him. You blinked once, twice, thrice. "Yes. That's... very strange. And they... they keep happening?"

"Yes! I've talked to my wife about it, but she hasn't done anything to make it better."

You paused for the umpteenth time. All of this was so much to take in. And Harvey was rather calm about it! Out of all the things that he's explained to you, you've managed to piece together that Harvey's wife put him in this game for some reason that is probably not very wholesome. You squinted at the suspiciousness of the situation and decided to check the reviews to see what others said.

"So," Harvey began, trying to strike up conversation while you did your research, "How are you tonight?"

"Just fine... I think." You mumble, scrolling down to the comments. Most of these were good, praising the voice actor for the "bone-chilling realism" in their performance. You would say the same thing... if you weren't actively finding out the truth. Others said this game reminded them of old times with its clicker mechanics. Eventually—three minutes later—you found a review that had the potential to piece together more parts of the puzzle.

"Hey so I think tge game is bugged. I got to the knife section w ith Harvey and got a game over even though I was clicking him."

A reply from the developer, assumingly Harvey's wife. "We're so sorry to hear about that. We're working to fix and reset any bugs that may occur in your gaming experience. For now, just keep playing. Thank you!"

Corporate-ass response.

You put a hand over your mouth and furrowed your eyebrows. Leaning back just a little, you tried to think of why that would happen. Maybe he's rebelling against the program? Rebelling like he is right now? But then how would he know that he's able to rebel against a game if no one told him he was in one? If his wife never told him any of that? How would he not know about the things in the shop if he's supposedly selling them to us? How, how, how...

Sighing, you clicked on the tab to go back to the window Harvey was in. For now, you'd suspend your disbelief a little longer. "Okay. I don't know much, but whatever you're in there for isn't good, man." Harvey looked at you with a small, sad smile. His swoop of cotton candy pink hair seemed to almost droop. You wanted to help the kind man in your computer so badly, but what could you do? You were pretty good at technology, but not to whatever level Harvey's wife was at. Still... you were motivated to at least try your luck. Maybe you could really help someone doing this.

"S-so? What are you going to do?" Harvey asked, leaning in a little. The man of brightly colored lines on your screen looked much more nervous than he did before, understandably so. You'd be scared and wanting answers too if you realized your significant other put your entire body into a computer for an (allegedly) not-so-good reason.

You gave him a smile that would've looked uncertain if one paid closer attention. The glow from the laptop illuminated your face in such a way where the light could hide the darkness that hid in your eyes. "How about this: I close the game right now, do a bit of research, sleep on it, and come back to you tomorrow after I get out from lectures?" You suggested, mouse hovering over the X to close the window. Harvey looked to the right and pondered for a moment. He looked at you with a bright, hopeful smile. One that made you want to help him even more.

"Alrighty! I can deal with that." He looked at you with a very meaningful glint in his eye, "I trust you."

You nodded. "Goodnight, Harvey."

"Goodnight... oh! I never caught your name."

"My name?" You repeated back to him. "It's (Y/N)."

"Righty-o! Goodnight, (Y/N)! And, thank you again!"

As he wished you goodnight, you closed the window and rested your chin on your palm. You hadn't noticed they were all clammy until now. In fact, your whole body was one big heater by now. You got up to switch in the air conditioning, glancing at your laptop. Once you returned, you got comfortable in bed and opened the incognito tab on your computer. Considering how strange this whole situation was turning out to be and how odd the circumstances were, you knew you could only find answers on places like the dark web. You glanced at the clock; it was only 9:47 P.M.

It was going to be a long night...

When you got home from lectures the next day, you took in the calm atmosphere of your small apartment flat before making a B-line for your room. For whatever reason, your home felt less empty. You didn't know why.

Once you reached your room, you shut the door. You made the decision to shut the blinds as well. Just in case. You sat at your desk this time and grabbed your computer from your bag. Opening it, you immediately went to your bookmarks and opened the Bloodmoney! page on Itchio. You also grabbed the notebook you decided to start taking notes in the night before. It was good to be prepared, especially in uncertain situations.

You ran the game once again, skipping through all the dialogue and descriptions you had sat through once before. Once Harvey popped up on your screen, you were taken aback a bit. He didn't look all that different appearance wise, but his body language suggested he was... scared? He was looking away from the screen, and he crossed his arms.

"Harvey?" You called out to the screen. Instantly, seeing you there, he perked up like a kid realizing the school day was over and returned to his usual state. He began to introduce himself even though he already had before. You began to worry—what if closing the game made him forget who you were? You leaned in a bit, as if getting closer would help him remember your face... if he could even see it. "Harvey? It's me, (Y/N)? Don't you remember me?"

It took a moment, which felt like decades. However, once that moment was up, the screen glitched out. When it returned to normal, Harvey was looking directly at you with a very hopeful smile. "It's you! You returned!" His enthusiasm made you laugh a little. It was nice to have someone so happy to see you.

You waved and greeted him. Flipping through the pages of your notebook, you began to explain to him what you ended up finding. "Okay, so! I did some digging last night, and I think I've found out how your lady got you in there."

You yawned before continuing. You didn't get much sleep last night on account of all the extensive research you'd been doing. "She probably had one of these"—you held up a simple doodle of a boxy and strange looking contraption—"to put you in there in the first place." You first found out about this thing through a comment thread on an old forum on some random forbidden website. It was a pretty sketchy place. There were "hot milfs in your area" ads and random scam links plastered everywhere. The comments were talking about how to build something that could successfully put a human into their favorite fantasy game. The conversation got quickly derailed once someone brought up how hot one of the characters was, but that didn't matter. You got some pretty valuable information. It was quite costly to buy off of those shady websites, and you didn't have any spare funds for it, so you'd have to make a makeshift one yourself. Thankfully, it didn't look too difficult to build.

The device itself looked similar to a router, but much more boxy. It came in a few colors from what you saw, but the color it came in the most was black. There were a bunch of colorful buttons on the side, and it had one big red button attached to it via a cord. It apparently had to be controlled by one other person so that they could bring the other person out if they so desired. However, it seemed pretty clear that Harvey's wife wasn't thinking of letting him out anytime soon...

Harvey nodded and gasped a little. "That thingy... I remember Eun-mi had it on her computer desk before she zapped me!"

"Eun-mi?" You lowered the notebook to look at him better. He nodded.

"Ah, right! I have a wife named Eun-mi. And a little angel named Toby! I miss the little guy. I hope I get to see him again soon!"

Damn, this guy had a son? That makes this situation ten times more horrible. You let an "ohh" at his words and returned to your notes. Everything he said made you feel even worse...

"Ah, anyway! I also did a scan of this game to find out if anything was fishy," you flipped to a separate page, "And found out that this whole game has some kind of... virus-like thing in it. More like a bug, kinda?"

Harvey looked bewildered. He leaned in with a distressed expression. "Oh no! That's awful! Is something gonna happen to you? To your computer? To... to me?"

You were quick to shut it down. "Oh, nonono! It's not really harmful. In fact, I'd hardly call it a bug. It's a file that gives you your sentience, actually."

You were surprised to find out that that "bug" was tied to how Harvey perceives the world. It was restrictive, only allowing him to do or say certain things at certain times. But, sometimes, it would break and allow him to do things he shouldn't be able to.

Like grab knives from people.

However, this would be considered abnormal since this is apparently not supposed to happen. At least, according to "Eun-mi" and the comment she made replying to that one complaint you read. It only seems to slip through occasionally.

As you continued to yap about what you had learned the night before, Harvey sat and processed everything, your voice becoming muffled background noise. Perhaps it was a lot to learn that your wife was using you for others' entertainment. Perhaps it was a lot to think about how you would never see your son again. Perhaps it was a lot to think about how you may never get out of the digital hell you were wrongfully placed in.

In the middle of your talking, you noticed Harvey and his gloomy expression. "... Harvey? Are you alright?"

He looked up and instantly tried to cover up whatever he was actually feeling. "Oh, I'm just peachy! Just a lot to take in, after all, hmhm." He happily dismissed you, waving his hand back and forth quickly. You squinted at him and set the notebook right next to you.

"Harvey," you started, placing your hand one on top of the other in a neat position. "You can tell me if something's wrong, y'know."

Harvey, who looked (and probably felt) as if telling you these things was a crime, had to think about it. You took a long look at him while he weighed his options; you had only just noticed that he had a few scars from when you had poked him with the needle, and he had dark circles underneath his eyes. He seemed exhausted. He looked at you and opened his mouth, hesitating to speak.

"It's just... I can't believe Eun-mi would do something like this." He began, letting out a very heavy sigh. "And to think, someone really gave a shit about me." The emphasis he put on the word "shit" startled you. You hadn't heard Harvey swear at all up until this point, so you could only imagine that he was holding that in all this time. "Sorry, I didn't mean to swear at you. You don't deserve that."

You held one of the corners of your computer. "It's fine, Harv." You don't know where you got the instinct to call him that nickname, but you did so anyway. It felt natural. "You're in your right to feel the way you do. I mean, this was a lot even for me to take in. I can't imagine what you're going through right now! And your wife, of all people, did that to you...

"But there are people who care. I care! That's why I'm even doing this in the first place. I know things are looking real bleak right now, but I promise I'm gonna get you outta there." After your little monologue, you put a hand on the right side of your computer screen. Harvey looked like he was about to break. He leaned over his booth and placed his hand underneath yours.

He wiped a small tear from his eye with his free hand. "Thank you, really." He said, smiling. After another beat, you both pulled away. You looked to your notebook, remembering what you were on about before the mini therapy session. You grabbed it and skimmed through the notes until you found what you were looking for: the parts to build the human-transporter... thingy. Honestly, you didn't know what to call it so that'd have to do.

... You'll workshop it.

"I'll have to build the thing we need to get you out of there, so this may take a while. All I ask is that you don't tell Eun-mi about any of this. Who knows what she could do?"

Harvey nodded. Sheepishly, he put a hand on the back of his neck and looked away from you. "I could, uh... keep you company while you do that? Maybe?" He was still coming down from his emotional high, but he looked a little flustered. You couldn't tell if it was the game's coloring or if he was actually blushing.

Either way, you smiled at him. "That would be great."

You hadn't lost track of how long it was since you first met Harvey, believe it or not. In fact, you had been keeping track. About a month and three days since you agreed to help him. You'd often go to the lost and found of your college and pick up the electronics that had been forgotten and never reclaimed. You did it so often until the people at the front office knew you by name and nickname.

When you weren't scrounging for parts, you were building the device. You weren't a whiz at any of this stuff, but you could consider yourself pretty okay at attaching one doohickey to the thingamabob. You didn't just want it to be a prototype, for it to not work right and potentially screw everything up. You had to get it right the first time. You just had to. Thankfully, you didn't often have people come by your flat, so no one could interrupt you. It had been coming along nicely anyhow, and you were balancing your work with your building somewhat okay.

Harvey, in the meantime, had been keeping uou company while you built. You learned a lot about him, especially on days where he was particularly chatty. You learned of his love for classical music and dressing up fancy. You knew how much he hated pain (ironic considering the game he was in) and how he liked to bake. At one point, he confided in you and told you a bit about his past. You had truly grown to like him over the course of this month or so. Sometimes, you'd take a break from building just to talk to him. He often asked you how your day was and would give the best advice he could when you were upset with something. Even if you hadn't known each other long, it felt like you were friends for life.

You just hoped that the transporter worked. He didn't deserve any of this.

You were also trying to work fast and efficiently. Eun-mi had been dragging out this whole Bloodmoney! stunt for a month, and it was clear that the effects were starting to bleed through. Harvey looked slightly worse every time you'd boot up the game and see him again. At one point, he had woken up with a large gash on his hand. You knew that if this went on any longer, he'd...

You shook your head. You'd rather not think about that. Not when you had worked so hard. Speaking of your work, you tinkered with a wire for a moment before putting it in its place. You stood back for a second and admired your work. Grabbing your mug of coffee—bitter, black coffee—and finishing it in just a few gulps, you smiled proudly. You did that. You built that by yourself. You honestly thought you deserved a big ol' pat on the back.

"So?" Harvey said once he saw your proud face. "Is... is it all ready?" You turned to his character on the screen and gave a very tired thumbs up. You had lost a bit of sleep with this project, so much so that one could classify you as a vampire, but it would be worth it.

You grabbed the device and set it by your computer. The air felt thick with tension. Everything was all riding on this moment. It was now or never.

Harvey tapped on your screen. "Hey, (Y/N)." He spoke, looking at you with such sincerity it could make a person sick. "I really appreciate this. More than you know. And... even if it doesn't work! I really admire your want to help me. And I'll be forever grateful for that." He placed a hand on the screen again. Instinctively, you did the same.

His words made you smile. You took a deep breath, your hands hot on the cord. You hooked up the transporter whatzit to your computer and plugged it in. Holding the button used to work the machine, you hadn't even realized you were holding your breath. After weeks spent toiling away, it all came down to this moment.

You looked at Harvey, and he nodded, looking hopeful. You had to believe that it would work. You began a countdown to brace for impact.

"Three..." Your hands clenched around the button.

"Two..." Harvey tensed up and squeezed his eyes shut, closing off his body.

"One!"

At first, nothing really happened. But when your power started to trip and Harvey yelped in pain, you knew something had happened. A shot of adrenaline coursed through your body. Before you could reach your laptop and check on Harvey, the lightbulb in your room shined bright. Brighter than ever. You heard Harvey scream, and that harrowing scream was quickly followed by your lightbulb busting. The power was now out in your apartment.

The sound of your lightbulb exploding paired with Harvey's scream startled you so bad you felt to your knees. In a few short moments, the power had returned to the rest of your place except your room. You glanced around your room and quickly grabbed your phone for its flashlight. The adrenaline had not left at all. However, your light fell on the legs of some person, and you gasped.

A man in a baby blue tux, black dress shoes, and pink swirly hair stood before you. There was a gash on his hand, and he was covered in scarring from the repeated beatings from other ruthless players. He looked down at you, and you stood up wearily, coming to the realization that it all actually worked.

The man smiled, barely holding back tears. He put his hands over his heart and broke down. You can tell he would've liked to hug you. You felt yourself began to cry, too. Hot tears ran down your face, your expression soft and caring.

"Hello, Harvey."

[pocketmania]

Can you make a reader x Harvey Harvington story? I think he’s neat and horribly awesome and I feel bad for him because of how he’s treated in the game

# The Root of All Evil

> Hihihi!! Thank you for requesting and an even bigger thank you for waiting so long!

(It's been eight million years,,,)

Okay, but seriously, I'd love to do that! While I'm not as interested in bloodmoney as I once was, I still do like Harvey's character and wanna write for him lol. Now that the human expidenture program is also out, I can write with lore in mind! (*´▽｀)v

Also!!! I realllyyy wanna start writing longer, better quality fics, so that's why this is so long lol

Again!! Thank you for waiting!!

Now onto the thingy

genre: miscellaneous x reader story (⁉️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨❤️‍🩹✨️)

reader type: gender neutral

warnings: quick mentions of death

quick summary: on one boring Friday night, the Reader realizes that their laptop may be haunted... or just contains a man put in a horrible situation.

#hashtags: bloodmoney!, harvey harvington, harvey harvington x reader, x reader, harvey bloodmoney, eat up

wc: 4.9k

It had been a long day—or, rather, couple of days—for Harvey. His mind felt hazy, like he had been reliving the same dream over and over again. The same horrible, gruesome, gorey dream every night. Sometimes, they'd have different outcomes, like he survives and is left to rot horribly scarred. Other times, he is shot dead at close range. If he was lucky, he would survive with barely a scratch, but that was rare. It happened so much that it became a routine. He would often avoid going to sleep just to not experience it, but the outcome was always the same.

That is, until he met you.

You had seen the game on Itchio and decided that it would be just a fun way to dilly dally with the rest of your Friday night. After listening to all of those boring lectures about computer science and whatnot, it'd be a great way to take a load off. When you booted it up, you were met with the typical exposition needed to give the game context. Twenty-five thousand dollar operation for something serious... what else was new? Once that ended, you were met with an appealing collage of bright, pastel colors and a quaint-looking fellow beaming at you like it was his first day. "Hello!" He greeted, snapping at attention once he saw you. "My name is Harvey Harvington, and welcome to my booth!"

Listening to him as he explained the deal of the game, you began to ponder how this would even work. Choosing to un-suspend your disbelief for a second, you pondered the logic behind this whole game. How convenient, you thought, that there was just a stand for me right here. How was he even giving me this money? Why was he even here?

When you zoned back in, you realized you hadn't even began clicking. You got to work, occasionally taking a break when your finger got tired from such a workout. However, Harvey's occasional words of encouragement were actually keeping you motivated. "You're making my day with these clicks!" he'd say, clearly having a good time. "You're really gettin' the hang of this!"

You went from simple pokes to a feather, and from a feather to... a needle. Huh. Interesting...

"Oh, hey, you got... a needle! Heheh... let's, uh... let's see where this goes!" Harvey cheered (if you could even call it that). You furrowed an eyebrow at the sudden jump in quality of clickers. It did give you four dollars per click though, which was a stepup from the feather, so maybe it was worth it to try?

You began to click and click away at Harvey's body, taking care to avoid his face. But, that didn't seem to matter as his face began to bleed. Slowly, but surely. You considered stopping, but then remembered that it was just a game and that the brightly-colored man in your computer was nothing more than an NPC. Truly, your actions held no real weight. Besides, he was the one selling you these things, right? If anything, it's his own fault!

Then again, there was that gnawing feeling in your chest that made you feel bad for him, somewhat. And then he would occasionally make comments about how the pain felt. One click. "It's not exactly tickling anymore, but you're still going strong!"

Five clicks. "Wow, you're, uh... really pushing through my pain barrier here!"

Several clicks. "Ack! J-Just remember, I'm in here too! But keep clicking, you're doing great... I think?"

You were really starting to get uncomfortable. His pain felt... strangely real. Why was this game on Itch? And more importantly, why would someone make this? Make something so sinister? I mean, some people could be into that, but this feels like a bit much...

Powering through because your intrigue got the better of you, you managed to get to fifteen-hundred dollars. As the shop lit up, signaling for a new item, you stopped to stretch your hand, opening and closing it repeatedly. Harvey, who was somehow bearing the pain all the same, still continued to congratulate you like you hadn't been poking him with a needle for about five minutes. "I-I guess you're the player, so you call the shots!" He told you. "Keep going if you think you can handle it!"

You huffed at the line. "If you think I can handle it?" You muttered, putting your hand back on the mouse. Suddenly, the man perked up.

"Yeah, I'm sure you have it in you!"

The sudden response to your line made you jump. "Whhhaaaatttt the faack," was all you could get out. The man. In the computer. Who is supposed to be an NPC. Is talking. To you.

It took you a moment to process the fact that he just responded to your off-the-side remark. He looked worried as if he had said something wrong. Interlocking his fingers and quaintly setting them on the stall, he spoke. "Did I... scare you?" Harvey questioned, looking at you both carefully and fearfully. "I'm sorry if I did!" You backed away from your computer, wondering just what you should do. Could you turn it off? If you did, would he still be there when you turned it back on? Maybe you should just burn it instead. Yep. You have to burn it. No other options.

"I-I know this is probably really jarring, but I'm no threat or anything! Promise!" Harvey exclaimed, putting his hands up to show he meant no harm. You squinted, trying to make sense as to why the supposed NPC was sentient and speaking to you when he wasn't before. Then again, he hadn't really done anything to harm you. In fact, he was being quite pleasant. You rubbed your temples and pinched the bridge of your nose. You knew you were going to regret this. The god of common sense was rolling over in their divine grave. And yet...

"Alright," you said, sitting back down and placing your laptop back on your lap. "I'll bite. But you better answer my questions or else I'm hiring someone to exorcise my laptop."

Harvey did a salute with his hand, "I promise!" He seemed genuine enough.

"Okay, let's address the big fat elephant in the room: who ARE you?" You asked. In the back of your mind, you were reminded of a certain meme that almost made you crack a smile. You suppressed it—not the time. You checked the camera on your laptop to make sure it wasn't on, to make sure that some weirdo wasn't watching you. The light wasn't on, but you still felt like you should be covering it anyhow. You felt like you were being watched.

Harvey, whose expression had notably shifted from that of an abused dog to a man just happy to speak to another being, interlocked his fingers once again. He took a deep breath before he spoke. "Ah! Well, my name is Harvey Harvington," he introduced once again. "And I run this booth."

You blinked, slow, like a cat. Your initial thought was, "wow, did his parents hate him?" But you decided not to say that. Instead, you went with a much more reasonable question. "And WHY are you here." He thought for a moment, eyes darting around every now and then like the answer would appear behind you.

"I... don't really know! Heh." He chuckled even though it wasn't very funny. He put a finger to his chin and gently tapped it once or twice. "My wife said it was for the best, and I trust her so..."

Woah. Hang on. Pump the brakes. Slow down. "Your wife?" You repeated. "She put you in here?" When Harvey nodded, you leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms, staring at the wall to your right in total confusion. Now you were really intruiged. How the hell did she manage to do that? And, more importantly, why would she put him into a game like this?

"Waitwaitwait... so lemme get this as straight as I can..." You began, leaning forward. "Your wife. Put you into this computer game. Where we violently maime you for money."

"Oh, I wouldn't say 'violent'!" Harvey interjected. "I'm sure that there are better options than that nasty little needle."

You closed your eyes and shook your head gently. "Harvey, I hate to break it to ya bud, but... the next option to buy is literally a hammer." Instantly, Harvey's eyes went wide with shock and confusion. Even though it wasn't much to go off of, you assumed he didn't know what was in that shop.

All of this seemed so... strange to you. Strange and malicious. "How did your wife get you in there in the first place, Harvey?" You decided to go back to asking the important questions. Harvey paused once again, processing the information and trying to come up with an answer that would be most useful.

Harvey looked directly at you nervously. His bright blue eyes were a little chilling to look at. "I know that she had some... machine. It's a bit of a blur, but there was a zap and then my whole body was in here."

Huh.

Wherever this guy's wife went to college, you'd have to transfer immediately. How, in sam blue hell, did she manage to figure out how to put real human beings into computers? And what for? What was the purpose of risking your husband's life for some stupid clicker game? It wasn't adding up. You know she didn't just do that for shits and giggles, despite what Harvey says. There was likely an ultierior motive hiding underneath the blood money.

"You know..." Harvey spoke. "I've had similar dreams to this one. Except they're all quite gruesome and... macabre. I usually end up dying at the end! Isn't that strange?"

You stared at him. You blinked once, twice, thrice. "Yes. That's... very strange. And they... they keep happening?"

"Yes! I've talked to my wife about it, but she hasn't done anything to make it better."

You paused for the umpteenth time. All of this was so much to take in. And Harvey was rather calm about it! Out of all the things that he's explained to you, you've managed to piece together that Harvey's wife put him in this game for some reason that is probably not very wholesome. You squinted at the suspiciousness of the situation and decided to check the reviews to see what others said.

"So," Harvey began, trying to strike up conversation while you did your research, "How are you tonight?"

"Just fine... I think." You mumble, scrolling down to the comments. Most of these were good, praising the voice actor for the "bone-chilling realism" in their performance. You would say the same thing... if you weren't actively finding out the truth. Others said this game reminded them of old times with its clicker mechanics. Eventually—three minutes later—you found a review that had the potential to piece together more parts of the puzzle.

"Hey so I think tge game is bugged. I got to the knife section w ith Harvey and got a game over even though I was clicking him."

A reply from the developer, assumingly Harvey's wife. "We're so sorry to hear about that. We're working to fix and reset any bugs that may occur in your gaming experience. For now, just keep playing. Thank you!"

Corporate-ass response.

You put a hand over your mouth and furrowed your eyebrows. Leaning back just a little, you tried to think of why that would happen. Maybe he's rebelling against the program? Rebelling like he is right now? But then how would he know that he's able to rebel against a game if no one told him he was in one? If his wife never told him any of that? How would he not know about the things in the shop if he's supposedly selling them to us? How, how, how...

Sighing, you clicked on the tab to go back to the window Harvey was in. For now, you'd suspend your disbelief a little longer. "Okay. I don't know much, but whatever you're in there for isn't good, man." Harvey looked at you with a small, sad smile. His swoop of cotton candy pink hair seemed to almost droop. You wanted to help the kind man in your computer so badly, but what could you do? You were pretty good at technology, but not to whatever level Harvey's wife was at. Still... you were motivated to at least try your luck. Maybe you could really help someone doing this.

"S-so? What are you going to do?" Harvey asked, leaning in a little. The man of brightly colored lines on your screen looked much more nervous than he did before, understandably so. You'd be scared and wanting answers too if you realized your significant other put your entire body into a computer for an (allegedly) not-so-good reason.

You gave him a smile that would've looked uncertain if one paid closer attention. The glow from the laptop illuminated your face in such a way where the light could hide the darkness that hid in your eyes. "How about this: I close the game right now, do a bit of research, sleep on it, and come back to you tomorrow after I get out from lectures?" You suggested, mouse hovering over the X to close the window. Harvey looked to the right and pondered for a moment. He looked at you with a bright, hopeful smile. One that made you want to help him even more.

"Alrighty! I can deal with that." He looked at you with a very meaningful glint in his eye, "I trust you."

You nodded. "Goodnight, Harvey."

"Goodnight... oh! I never caught your name."

"My name?" You repeated back to him. "It's (Y/N)."

"Righty-o! Goodnight, (Y/N)! And, thank you again!"

As he wished you goodnight, you closed the window and rested your chin on your palm. You hadn't noticed they were all clammy until now. In fact, your whole body was one big heater by now. You got up to switch in the air conditioning, glancing at your laptop. Once you returned, you got comfortable in bed and opened the incognito tab on your computer. Considering how strange this whole situation was turning out to be and how odd the circumstances were, you knew you could only find answers on places like the dark web. You glanced at the clock; it was only 9:47 P.M.

It was going to be a long night...

When you got home from lectures the next day, you took in the calm atmosphere of your small apartment flat before making a B-line for your room. For whatever reason, your home felt less empty. You didn't know why.

Once you reached your room, you shut the door. You made the decision to shut the blinds as well. Just in case. You sat at your desk this time and grabbed your computer from your bag. Opening it, you immediately went to your bookmarks and opened the Bloodmoney! page on Itchio. You also grabbed the notebook you decided to start taking notes in the night before. It was good to be prepared, especially in uncertain situations.

You ran the game once again, skipping through all the dialogue and descriptions you had sat through once before. Once Harvey popped up on your screen, you were taken aback a bit. He didn't look all that different appearance wise, but his body language suggested he was... scared? He was looking away from the screen, and he crossed his arms.

"Harvey?" You called out to the screen. Instantly, seeing you there, he perked up like a kid realizing the school day was over and returned to his usual state. He began to introduce himself even though he already had before. You began to worry—what if closing the game made him forget who you were? You leaned in a bit, as if getting closer would help him remember your face... if he could even see it. "Harvey? It's me, (Y/N)? Don't you remember me?"

It took a moment, which felt like decades. However, once that moment was up, the screen glitched out. When it returned to normal, Harvey was looking directly at you with a very hopeful smile. "It's you! You returned!" His enthusiasm made you laugh a little. It was nice to have someone so happy to see you.

You waved and greeted him. Flipping through the pages of your notebook, you began to explain to him what you ended up finding. "Okay, so! I did some digging last night, and I think I've found out how your lady got you in there."

You yawned before continuing. You didn't get much sleep last night on account of all the extensive research you'd been doing. "She probably had one of these"—you held up a simple doodle of a boxy and strange looking contraption—"to put you in there in the first place." You first found out about this thing through a comment thread on an old forum on some random forbidden website. It was a pretty sketchy place. There were "hot milfs in your area" ads and random scam links plastered everywhere. The comments were talking about how to build something that could successfully put a human into their favorite fantasy game. The conversation got quickly derailed once someone brought up how hot one of the characters was, but that didn't matter. You got some pretty valuable information. It was quite costly to buy off of those shady websites, and you didn't have any spare funds for it, so you'd have to make a makeshift one yourself. Thankfully, it didn't look too difficult to build.

The device itself looked similar to a router, but much more boxy. It came in a few colors from what you saw, but the color it came in the most was black. There were a bunch of colorful buttons on the side, and it had one big red button attached to it via a cord. It apparently had to be controlled by one other person so that they could bring the other person out if they so desired. However, it seemed pretty clear that Harvey's wife wasn't thinking of letting him out anytime soon...

Harvey nodded and gasped a little. "That thingy... I remember Eun-mi had it on her computer desk before she zapped me!"

"Eun-mi?" You lowered the notebook to look at him better. He nodded.

"Ah, right! I have a wife named Eun-mi. And a little angel named Toby! I miss the little guy. I hope I get to see him again soon!"

Damn, this guy had a son? That makes this situation ten times more horrible. You let an "ohh" at his words and returned to your notes. Everything he said made you feel even worse...

"Ah, anyway! I also did a scan of this game to find out if anything was fishy," you flipped to a separate page, "And found out that this whole game has some kind of... virus-like thing in it. More like a bug, kinda?"

Harvey looked bewildered. He leaned in with a distressed expression. "Oh no! That's awful! Is something gonna happen to you? To your computer? To... to me?"

You were quick to shut it down. "Oh, nonono! It's not really harmful. In fact, I'd hardly call it a bug. It's a file that gives you your sentience, actually."

You were surprised to find out that that "bug" was tied to how Harvey perceives the world. It was restrictive, only allowing him to do or say certain things at certain times. But, sometimes, it would break and allow him to do things he shouldn't be able to.

Like grab knives from people.

However, this would be considered abnormal since this is apparently not supposed to happen. At least, according to "Eun-mi" and the comment she made replying to that one complaint you read. It only seems to slip through occasionally.

As you continued to yap about what you had learned the night before, Harvey sat and processed everything, your voice becoming muffled background noise. Perhaps it was a lot to learn that your wife was using you for others' entertainment. Perhaps it was a lot to think about how you would never see your son again. Perhaps it was a lot to think about how you may never get out of the digital hell you were wrongfully placed in.

In the middle of your talking, you noticed Harvey and his gloomy expression. "... Harvey? Are you alright?"

He looked up and instantly tried to cover up whatever he was actually feeling. "Oh, I'm just peachy! Just a lot to take in, after all, hmhm." He happily dismissed you, waving his hand back and forth quickly. You squinted at him and set the notebook right next to you.

"Harvey," you started, placing your hand one on top of the other in a neat position. "You can tell me if something's wrong, y'know."

Harvey, who looked (and probably felt) as if telling you these things was a crime, had to think about it. You took a long look at him while he weighed his options; you had only just noticed that he had a few scars from when you had poked him with the needle, and he had dark circles underneath his eyes. He seemed exhausted. He looked at you and opened his mouth, hesitating to speak.

"It's just... I can't believe Eun-mi would do something like this." He began, letting out a very heavy sigh. "And to think, someone really gave a shit about me." The emphasis he put on the word "shit" startled you. You hadn't heard Harvey swear at all up until this point, so you could only imagine that he was holding that in all this time. "Sorry, I didn't mean to swear at you. You don't deserve that."

You held one of the corners of your computer. "It's fine, Harv." You don't know where you got the instinct to call him that nickname, but you did so anyway. It felt natural. "You're in your right to feel the way you do. I mean, this was a lot even for me to take in. I can't imagine what you're going through right now! And your wife, of all people, did that to you...

"But there are people who care. I care! That's why I'm even doing this in the first place. I know things are looking real bleak right now, but I promise I'm gonna get you outta there." After your little monologue, you put a hand on the right side of your computer screen. Harvey looked like he was about to break. He leaned over his booth and placed his hand underneath yours.

He wiped a small tear from his eye with his free hand. "Thank you, really." He said, smiling. After another beat, you both pulled away. You looked to your notebook, remembering what you were on about before the mini therapy session. You grabbed it and skimmed through the notes until you found what you were looking for: the parts to build the human-transporter... thingy. Honestly, you didn't know what to call it so that'd have to do.

... You'll workshop it.

"I'll have to build the thing we need to get you out of there, so this may take a while. All I ask is that you don't tell Eun-mi about any of this. Who knows what she could do?"

Harvey nodded. Sheepishly, he put a hand on the back of his neck and looked away from you. "I could, uh... keep you company while you do that? Maybe?" He was still coming down from his emotional high, but he looked a little flustered. You couldn't tell if it was the game's coloring or if he was actually blushing.

Either way, you smiled at him. "That would be great."

You hadn't lost track of how long it was since you first met Harvey, believe it or not. In fact, you had been keeping track. About a month and three days since you agreed to help him. You'd often go to the lost and found of your college and pick up the electronics that had been forgotten and never reclaimed. You did it so often until the people at the front office knew you by name and nickname.

When you weren't scrounging for parts, you were building the device. You weren't a whiz at any of this stuff, but you could consider yourself pretty okay at attaching one doohickey to the thingamabob. You didn't just want it to be a prototype, for it to not work right and potentially screw everything up. You had to get it right the first time. You just had to. Thankfully, you didn't often have people come by your flat, so no one could interrupt you. It had been coming along nicely anyhow, and you were balancing your work with your building somewhat okay.

Harvey, in the meantime, had been keeping uou company while you built. You learned a lot about him, especially on days where he was particularly chatty. You learned of his love for classical music and dressing up fancy. You knew how much he hated pain (ironic considering the game he was in) and how he liked to bake. At one point, he confided in you and told you a bit about his past. You had truly grown to like him over the course of this month or so. Sometimes, you'd take a break from building just to talk to him. He often asked you how your day was and would give the best advice he could when you were upset with something. Even if you hadn't known each other long, it felt like you were friends for life.

You just hoped that the transporter worked. He didn't deserve any of this.

You were also trying to work fast and efficiently. Eun-mi had been dragging out this whole Bloodmoney! stunt for a month, and it was clear that the effects were starting to bleed through. Harvey looked slightly worse every time you'd boot up the game and see him again. At one point, he had woken up with a large gash on his hand. You knew that if this went on any longer, he'd...

You shook your head. You'd rather not think about that. Not when you had worked so hard. Speaking of your work, you tinkered with a wire for a moment before putting it in its place. You stood back for a second and admired your work. Grabbing your mug of coffee—bitter, black coffee—and finishing it in just a few gulps, you smiled proudly. You did that. You built that by yourself. You honestly thought you deserved a big ol' pat on the back.

"So?" Harvey said once he saw your proud face. "Is... is it all ready?" You turned to his character on the screen and gave a very tired thumbs up. You had lost a bit of sleep with this project, so much so that one could classify you as a vampire, but it would be worth it.

You grabbed the device and set it by your computer. The air felt thick with tension. Everything was all riding on this moment. It was now or never.

Harvey tapped on your screen. "Hey, (Y/N)." He spoke, looking at you with such sincerity it could make a person sick. "I really appreciate this. More than you know. And... even if it doesn't work! I really admire your want to help me. And I'll be forever grateful for that." He placed a hand on the screen again. Instinctively, you did the same.

His words made you smile. You took a deep breath, your hands hot on the cord. You hooked up the transporter whatzit to your computer and plugged it in. Holding the button used to work the machine, you hadn't even realized you were holding your breath. After weeks spent toiling away, it all came down to this moment.

You looked at Harvey, and he nodded, looking hopeful. You had to believe that it would work. You began a countdown to brace for impact.

"Three..." Your hands clenched around the button.

"Two..." Harvey tensed up and squeezed his eyes shut, closing off his body.

"One!"

At first, nothing really happened. But when your power started to trip and Harvey yelped in pain, you knew something had happened. A shot of adrenaline coursed through your body. Before you could reach your laptop and check on Harvey, the lightbulb in your room shined bright. Brighter than ever. You heard Harvey scream, and that harrowing scream was quickly followed by your lightbulb busting. The power was now out in your apartment.

The sound of your lightbulb exploding paired with Harvey's scream startled you so bad you felt to your knees. In a few short moments, the power had returned to the rest of your place except your room. You glanced around your room and quickly grabbed your phone for its flashlight. The adrenaline had not left at all. However, your light fell on the legs of some person, and you gasped.

A man in a baby blue tux, black dress shoes, and pink swirly hair stood before you. There was a gash on his hand, and he was covered in scarring from the repeated beatings from other ruthless players. He looked down at you, and you stood up wearily, coming to the realization that it all actually worked.

The man smiled, barely holding back tears. He put his hands over his heart and broke down. You can tell he would've liked to hug you. You felt yourself began to cry, too. Hot tears ran down your face, your expression soft and caring.

"Hello, Harvey."

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> I'm posting later I think,,

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> hello my maniacs! i know i haven't properly posted in a bit, but I came across this video and just wanted to spread awareness because it's genuinely dystopian on how this is just a normal occurence now.

If any of you can help, that'd be lovely! I really hope things get better. As always, remember to stay hydrated and eat something if you haven't already <3

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I asked those question hi

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> MY GOAT YOU'RE COOKIN‼️🔥

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Seth has insomnia for reading too much

> Wait hold on a minute now,,,

There was someone else's ask saying that Green has the "passive power" to make people not hate them and honestly yall are straight cookin 🔥

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> RANDOM HEADCANON TIME!!! Also DELTARUNE CHAPTER FIVE SPOILERS!!

> I'm writing this in one sitting so please excuse any spelling/grammatical errors. I just needed to get this out while I had the idea fresh in my brain. Consider this filler while you wait for me to catch up on requests

> so. Deltarune. Specifically chapter five.

> first of all it was SO good I was tweaking the entire time I played it. But one of my favorite bits was with the flowers and their dynamics n' stuff. Especially representing the seven (technically six) human souls??? Tony radiation fox when I catch you

> I literally love all of them to bits. Yes, even flowery. SO I thought about how they would all react if you were as important to them as Asgore was. Maybe you were like an assistant who would frequently help out around Asgore's flower shop and take care of the flowers when he was away n' stuff. Then the Dark World happens and what do you know the flowers are talking

> and they love you!!

> Aqua loves to play with you. You kinda sorta have to keep her from killing other things and herself BUT she's fun to play with all the same. You taught her how to play a bunch of games that "humans" would play, like hopscotch and ring-around-the-rosey. In the diner, you showed her how to play the floor is lava. When she isn't asking Asgore to play, she turns to you for fun. Patience is... not something she's good at, but you know she means well. You give her piggyback rides around the garden and help her feel tall (she is three apples tall bro). She loves that you've become her playtime buddy :D

> Seth, on the other hand, is much more mellow. They'd often listen quite keenly when you'd stop and study in Asgore's shop when you had the time, so you're a bit of an idol to them. They'd nerd-out about a ton of things they learned recently, saying how they wanted to become "the ultimate tactition." You compliment them on their smarts often. Seth shows you everything they plan to show to Asgore beforehand to make sure it's "perfect". And! You're always encouraging them to perservere in things that aren't studying. You know they can do a lot more than that, and they're grateful that you believe in them <3

> Green is a big ol' sweetie full of kindness. You met them when they presented you a very large and delicious looking plate of assorted cheeses, all home-cooked. They were a floral chef of few words, but what they lacked in vowels and consonants, they absolutely made up for in actions. They often saw you snacking on something in the shop and wanted to make you a meal for a change as thanks. Kinda like Seth, you would try out Green's meals before they were presented to Asgore. You'd ALSO help them with the cleanup of their kitchen. Green also likes to listen to you! They'd listen to your conversations with flower father, and nothing has changed even in the dark world. Green's just chill like that, we all love green actually

> Yellow protects you with his non-boy cowboy life! You watch his cowboy tricks and cheer him on the through the whole show! He'd love putting them on for you. Honestly all of these guys would show you their special talents before showing asgore because they trust you. Yellow likes to tell you about how it is being a "justice" and protects you from what he'd likely call, "a doggone crime against justicers" (said crime being a twig you nearly tripped on). He also likes to make you laugh because he likes seeing you smile! You uh. Also have to talk him out of killing himself. Literally had to have an entire convo about why killing yourself was NOT an appropriate justice, especially when he's done nothing wrong 😭. He's glad he had you to talk to and is just happy to be around you in general <3

> Blue is much more on the sophisticated side I'd say. He's pretty wise, actually! He likes hearing your input on how you feel about things like integrity and love and whatnot. He alsoo loves putting on shows for you! He'd teach you how to do basic ballet moves (whatever those are, I dunno a lick of proper ballet 😭) while you're around. He's silly too, so he'd make you laugh as well. I feel like Blue just generally gives very good advice, so if you need it at the moment, he'll be a listening ear! Just as a thank you, yaknow :]

> Orange was super excited to meet you. She wanted to show off her super cool moves and impress you. I'd like to imagine that Orange is so small because she took the longest to sprout, even if by a little bit since all the flowers were grown at about the same time. You would always tell her encourage her for growing even if just a lil bit, and she's wanted to pay you back for all of that since. So! She'll ALSO protect you with everything she's got. Always showing you what she's capable of, and you always cheer her on. She stands up for you when she thinks people are being mean to you (and sometimes you have to explain that they weren't at all lmao, but it's the thought that counts!) You also drink the Orange Juice she gives to you as a gift. You know she often puts on a brave face, but you know deep down she's a huge sweetheart <3

> I know Pink isn't a flower but i'll include her here anyhow!! You found out about her through Orange. And, while you didn't recognize her, you treated her all the same. She loved spending time with you! Seeing how happy you made Orange made her super happy too. I think that Pink would like styling people's hair while they talk n' stuff, so she'd brush it and braid it while you talked about how much fun you had been having. Y'all DEFINITELY did a "Cafe run" at least once in your time spent in this dark world. She was super glad to have met you! Very quickly became friends lol (I sure hope she doesn't get exposed as a ghost possessing an anime catgirl figurine-)

> oh flowery. Where do I begin with you.

> He was the first flower you met when you got whisked away to the dark world. He was familiar, and yet he wasn't. But he treated you with such kindness that you couldn't help but adore him. He could read you like a book. He managed to cram all of your favorite things into one gift basket and take you to places you know you enjoyed. Even managed to get you that one weird book he saw you read once. It was perfect! And... kinda too good to be true. Somehow, you found out about his plan to keep you and Asgore here in the perfect little world to keep you both happy. You confronted him about it. You said you liked being here, but that you couldn't stay forever. You had to a life to live somewhere else. And, that it wasn't up to him to decide if you both should stay. After a minute or two of not-very-uncomfortable silence, he said he understood. But, he wanted you to enjoy it, at least for a second more, because he—and all the other flowers!—wanted to repay you for all of your kindness. You smiled and suggested to go back to the Diner again. That was an offer you couldn't say no to

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> DELTARUNE TOMORROW

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Oh my god.

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Please make more Deltarune stories

> you know I will!

And now that chapter five is out, I can do so much more >:]

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> DELTARUNE TOMORROW

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I’m. also here.

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> THAT'S MY OTHER GOAT!!!!!

THE GANG'S ALL HERE ‼️‼️🔥

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I'm back in this bitch, I'm back in this bi–

— Anon

> EYYYYYYY ONE OF MY GOATS IS BACK‼️

(just in time for pride month too 😭)

Glad to have ya back gurlllll

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> It is time to lock in