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INCOMING FIC : GOJO SATORU X GN!READER

[mikkies]

「 ALL OF YOUR FEELINGS, I PLAYED WITH THEM, WE WERE TOO DIFFERENT, YOU WERE TOO SENSITIVE. 」

Sebastian Solace x GN! Expandable! Reader

warnings: none

notes: my hello to the Pressure x reader fandom... don't bite me pls. (side note: Sebastian might not be accurate here since I only know a bit and asked for some help within my community)

THE FLICKERING BLUE glow of the angler bulb was the only light in the cluttered, patchwork shop. 

Strange tools clicked and buzzed in the background, their purpose long forgotten by anyone but Sebastian himself. 

The air stank faintly of salt and rust and something just a little unnatural. You had been here before—several times, in fact—but maybe today was different.

You didn’t come to trade.

You came because your will gave out just after entering.

"Well, well,” came his voice, smooth as sea glass but laced with subtle irritation. 

“If it isn’t my favorite repeat visitor. You planning on buying something, or just loitering and bleeding emotions all over the floor again?"

You didn’t laugh.

Didn’t even look up.

You just sat there, curled inward, shaking. Your hands were tight fists against your uniform, knuckles pale. And when you finally spoke, your voice cracked in a way you didn’t mean it to.

“I just wanna go home.”

A silence stretched between you. Not awkward. Not tense. Just… quiet. As if the room itself had gone still with your words.

“…Tch.”

There was the faint sound of a tail fin swishing against the steel floor, followed by a shuffle of belts and fabric. You felt his presence lower beside you, one of his larger hands coming to rest a little ways from yours—close, but not touching.

"You’re crying again.”

“…Yeah,” you muttered, barely audible. "I miss my family. I didn’t even say goodbye. I didn’t think I’d be stuck here. I didn’t know."

"You weren’t supposed to," he said, with an odd detachment that almost passed as kindness. 

“They never tell you how long you'll be gone. How much you’ll lose. They like it better that way. Keeps you scared. Desperate.”

Your breath hitched. You turned your face into your sleeve to muffle a sob.

Sebastian watched, eyes—plural—softening just slightly. His third one blinked slowly on the side of his head, observing more than seeing.

“…Do you want a tissue?” he asked, a bit awkwardly. "I think I’ve got some wedged between the bandages and the cat pin.”

You let out a small laugh that turned into a hiccup. “That’s… probably gross.”

“Very. But authentic.” He leaned in a bit. “And better than crying into your sleeve and giving yourself a rash.”

You sniffled. “I-I didn’t mean to bother you. I know you don’t like visitors hanging around—”

“You didn’t bother me,” he interrupted.

That shut you up. You glanced at him then—really looked—and for once, he wasn’t smiling. 

Not that smug grin, not that practiced salesman smirk. His face was still, lit eerily from the glow of his angler bulb. It cast strange shadows on his sharp teeth, but somehow made him look… tired. Just a little.

“I hate this place too, y’know,” he said at last. “I dream about it sometimes. Home. Whatever that meant. Back before the fins, before the scales. Before they made me into this.”

He flexed the smallest of his three arms—the bandaged one—and let it fall limply to his side.

“I had a name. A job. Friends. A family. Someone who used to feed the cat in the picture, even.”

“…You were innocent,” you said quietly.

That got a flicker of something behind his eyes. “Guess someone finally read the fine print, huh?”

“I’m sorry. For what they did to you.”

Sebastian let out a small breath through his nose. “Not your fault. Wasn’t theirs either, not really. Just gears in the machine. Cogs in the current. That’s how Urbanshade likes it. Clean, untraceable.”

You leaned your head back against the wall, eyes red and puffy. “I feel like I’m losing my mind here.”

“You will,” he said, blunt as ever. “Everyone does. But you? You’re still fighting it. Crying means you still care.”

He tapped a claw gently against your head. 

“It’s the numb ones you need to worry about. They’re already drowned.”

That quiet settled again. For a moment, the only sound was the faint crackle of a device rebooting in the corner. Then…

“…You think I’ll ever make it out?” you whispered.

Sebastian didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he reached into one of the pouches on his tail. Fished around. Came out with something small and round, wrapped in weathered cloth.

He held it out.

You blinked at him. “What is it?”

“A keepsake,” he said. “Something I was gonna trade. But… consider it a loan.”

You unwrapped it gently. Inside was a small, rusted pocketwatch. The face was cracked, but you could still see the hands frozen in place.

Engraved on the back were initials you didn’t recognize.

“…Yours?”

He nodded. “Stopped ticking a long time ago. But I still keep it. Helps me remember that time used to matter. That I used to be someone.”

You closed your fingers around it carefully. “Thank you…”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he muttered, standing up and dusting off his jacket. “You will be buying something next time.”

A pause. Then, softer—

“But if you need to cry again… you know where to find me.”

You gave a teary little smile. “You’re not as cold as you act.

“Blame the temperature,” he said with a smirk, flicking his tail as he turned. “Now get out.”

And with that, Sebastian shooed you out of his shop—leaving you outside of the vent with the broken pocketwatch, and a little more hope than you had when you arrived.

[mikkies]

「 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, YOU BELONG IN THE ZOO! 」

Forsaken Killers x GN! Reader

warnings: none

notes: most info are gotten in the wiki, and holy I did not have a lot to work with.. I didn't include Itrapped, (hate him and still don't have much info), King (not much info) and others (no info/not much I could work with). Hopefully I did the others here some justice, I feel like I went OOC in DoomBringer since I just took the “corrupt judge” seriously and I know I know that Guest 666 can speak with the help of external forces or wtv, but for the sake of my sanity—let's just say they “can't”. ALSO ALSO.. I KNOW MAFIOSO ISN'T HIS OWN KILLER.. BUT MAN... LOOK AT THE MAN.. Btw can be perceived as romantic or platonic (platonic only for c00lkidd and Jason).. Survivor edition here..

➹ — Noli

Noli doesn’t say “happy birthday” like a normal person. Instead, you get—

“H-h-h—hey you-u-u—! B-birthday bo—boss, you lo-lo-levelled up!! T-t—this calls for ex-explosions!!”

The "explosions" turn out to be a chaotic audio he plays whenever you're at least 50 studs from him no matter if he sees you or not. You’re not sure how he knows, he won't explain.

He’s bad at sincerity, but you can tell he remembered.

For a gift? He offers you a weird little device that plays old music, maybe phonk. You didn’t ask for it, but it makes you smile.

➹ — Mafioso

Mafioso isn’t one for parties. But he silently leaves a black box at your cabin door with a neat bow—inside is a rabbit plush holding a tiny “Happy Birthday” card between its paws.

You catch him feeding his rabbits that day, and when he sees you approaching, he turns and offers one to hold, muttering,

“...They calm nerves. Figured it might help.”

He doesn’t speak much, but for once, he lingers with you longer than he usually would. Maybe it’s the occasion.

Maybe he doesn’t want you to feel alone.

If anyone dares to make your day worse, he’s already two steps ahead and setting quiet plans in motion to make them regret it.

➹ — John Doe

You don’t even expect him to acknowledge the day. Most of the time, he's distant—driven by something that isn't quite himself anymore.

But he shows up. Quiet. Watching. His corrupted red eye flickers less violently than usual. Maybe he’s trying to suppress it—just for now.

He doesn’t say “happy birthday.” Instead, he awkwardly holds something out. It’s a crude charm, made from bent metal and wire. A small gem pulses at the center like a heartbeat.

“Used to make stuff like this… before.”

He won’t explain what “before” means. But he stares at the gift in your hands for a long time like he’s remembering what it meant to care.

He lingers close for the entire day, not speaking unless provoked, red eye dimmed like he’s observing. Protecting, maybe.

➹ — 1x1x1x1

You wake up to find a trail of black and green flame leading to a sitting figure—1x1x1x1 is there, not saying a word, but holding out a Daemonshank with an emerald pendant wrapped around its hilt. It pulses faintly.

They don’t say happy birthday. He simply says,

“You endure. That is worth recognizing.”

She offers you a rare moment of peace. No threats. No tests. Just stillness beside the fire. You share silence with someone who rarely gives it.

Later, when you’re alone, you find a single green candle burning near your spot with a skeletal hand gesture carved in the wood beneath it—peace.

➹ — c00lkidd

You don’t tell him it’s your birthday, but c00lkidd figures it out on his own. Maybe he saw it overheard it, maybe he counted the days. He doesn’t say how. Just grins at you one day and says,

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY [NAME]!! You're my second favorite person here besides dad!”

When you return to your cabin exhausted and tired, you'll find something new on your wooden desk—smudged with dirt, a little crumpled, and drawn in crayon. It’s a picture: you and c00lkidd, standing side by side under a blue sky filled with clouds and weirdly shaped cakes. His smile is big. Yours is even bigger. Above it, scrawled in shaky, uneven handwriting, are the words:

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

It’s not perfect. The proportions are all wrong. The ink runs where his fingers must’ve pressed too hard. But something about it makes your chest ache—in a way only a kid who still finds joy in this place could make you feel.

➹ — Azure

He doesn’t mention your birthday. Not at first. Azure’s the kind who notices, tucks it away, and does nothing about it—until the moment matters.

You catch them watching you a little more that day. Tentacles stilled. Eyes narrowed, almost like he’s memorizing how you move. How you stand. How you’re still here.

You think they're ignoring it… until you return to your cabin later that night and find something left on your table.

A flower. More specifically, a nightshade.

Tied around the base with a strand of fabric is a scrap of paper. It’s not signed. It just says,

“Blooming here means you're stronger than this place.”

When you see them next, he doesn’t say anything about it. He just walks past with a glance—and maybe, maybe, the zipper of their frown doesn’t look quite as sharp tonight.

➹ — Doombringer

Doesn’t celebrate it himself. To him, birthdays feel too frivolous, something for the weak-hearted or “lesser” beings who cling to sentiment. That’s what he says out loud, anyway.

So he gets weirdly still when he remembers. His voice drops lower when he speaks to you, like he's trying to be less scary without admitting it.

He doesn’t wish you happy birthday. Instead, he says something like,

“I have not... ignored the date.”

That is his version of “Happy Birthday.”

You might find a crude but sturdy item left near your cabin: maybe a pendant carved from scrap metal, or a candle holder made from spare chain links. He won’t say it’s from him, but the “DOOM” scratched into the base gives it away.

➹ — Guest 666

Even if they can’t say it aloud or write anything down, Guest 666 remembers the day. It’s buried deep in their fragmented memory, a flicker of something warm before everything went cold.

The night before, they leave behind a wrapped object near your cabin. The wrapping is crude—scavenged cloth, stained and torn—but tied with surprisingly neat red ribbon. Inside? A cracked Bloxy Cola bottle filled with caramel candies, likely scavenged or hoarded for weeks. It’s their way of sharing a favorite.

They don’t approach you directly, but you’ll hear heavy, slow breathing in the woods. They’re watching. Waiting. Not out of threat—but a strange, animalistic loyalty. Like a guardian dog waiting to strike.

If you do thank them, they freeze. A low, rasping growl vibrates through their chest. Not angry. Overwhelmed. They retreat quickly after—but might leave another gift the next night. A rock carved roughly into your name. A burnt flower. Something soft from before.

They’ll try to "sing" you a song—that is if you’re alone. It’s nothing close to music. Just guttural, humming vibrations and scraping claws across metal, forming a strange rhythm. A lullaby, perhaps. Like they’re trying to remember how people used to celebrate birthdays… before.

➹ — Jason

Jason doesn’t celebrate birthdays after that. To him, birthdays are just another day—one more night in the endless cycle of hunting and surviving.

He notices. Somehow, even with no words, even with no expression, Jason can tell it’s your birthday. Maybe he overheard a conversation from afar. Maybe he just… remembered.

After the rounds end, there’s something quietly left near your cabin. It might be a flower—an odd, grim-looking one from the woods. Or a small object, a sharpened rock, a carved stick. Something you know he placed, even if no one saw him.

He might leave you something else, later that night. Something unsettling, but well-meaning in his way. Maybe something that once belonged to someone, now repurposed for you.

[mikkies]

「 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, YOU BELONG IN THE ZOO! 」

Forsaken Killers x GN! Reader

warnings: none

notes: most info are gotten in the wiki, and holy I did not have a lot to work with.. I didn't include Itrapped, (hate him and still don't have much info), King (not much info) and others (no info/not much I could work with). Hopefully I did the others here some justice, I feel like I went OOC in DoomBringer since I just took the “corrupt judge” seriously and I know I know that Guest 666 can speak with the help of external forces or wtv, but for the sake of my sanity—let's just say they “can't”. ALSO ALSO.. I KNOW MAFIOSO ISN'T HIS OWN KILLER.. BUT MAN... LOOK AT THE MAN.. Btw can be perceived as romantic or platonic (platonic only for c00lkidd and Jason).. Survivor edition here..

➹ — Noli

Noli doesn’t say “happy birthday” like a normal person. Instead, you get—

“H-h-h—hey you-u-u—! B-birthday bo—boss, you lo-lo-levelled up!! T-t—this calls for ex-explosions!!”

The "explosions" turn out to be a chaotic audio he plays whenever you're at least 50 studs from him no matter if he sees you or not. You’re not sure how he knows, he won't explain.

He’s bad at sincerity, but you can tell he remembered.

For a gift? He offers you a weird little device that plays old music, maybe phonk. You didn’t ask for it, but it makes you smile.

➹ — Mafioso

Mafioso isn’t one for parties. But he silently leaves a black box at your cabin door with a neat bow—inside is a rabbit plush holding a tiny “Happy Birthday” card between its paws.

You catch him feeding his rabbits that day, and when he sees you approaching, he turns and offers one to hold, muttering,

“...They calm nerves. Figured it might help.”

He doesn’t speak much, but for once, he lingers with you longer than he usually would. Maybe it’s the occasion.

Maybe he doesn’t want you to feel alone.

If anyone dares to make your day worse, he’s already two steps ahead and setting quiet plans in motion to make them regret it.

➹ — John Doe

You don’t even expect him to acknowledge the day. Most of the time, he's distant—driven by something that isn't quite himself anymore.

But he shows up. Quiet. Watching. His corrupted red eye flickers less violently than usual. Maybe he’s trying to suppress it—just for now.

He doesn’t say “happy birthday.” Instead, he awkwardly holds something out. It’s a crude charm, made from bent metal and wire. A small gem pulses at the center like a heartbeat.

“Used to make stuff like this… before.”

He won’t explain what “before” means. But he stares at the gift in your hands for a long time like he’s remembering what it meant to care.

He lingers close for the entire day, not speaking unless provoked, red eye dimmed like he’s observing. Protecting, maybe.

➹ — 1x1x1x1

You wake up to find a trail of black and green flame leading to a sitting figure—1x1x1x1 is there, not saying a word, but holding out a Daemonshank with an emerald pendant wrapped around its hilt. It pulses faintly.

They don’t say happy birthday. He simply says,

“You endure. That is worth recognizing.”

She offers you a rare moment of peace. No threats. No tests. Just stillness beside the fire. You share silence with someone who rarely gives it.

Later, when you’re alone, you find a single green candle burning near your spot with a skeletal hand gesture carved in the wood beneath it—peace.

➹ — c00lkidd

You don’t tell him it’s your birthday, but c00lkidd figures it out on his own. Maybe he saw it overheard it, maybe he counted the days. He doesn’t say how. Just grins at you one day and says,

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY [NAME]!! You're my second favorite person here besides dad!”

When you return to your cabin exhausted and tired, you'll find something new on your wooden desk—smudged with dirt, a little crumpled, and drawn in crayon. It’s a picture: you and c00lkidd, standing side by side under a blue sky filled with clouds and weirdly shaped cakes. His smile is big. Yours is even bigger. Above it, scrawled in shaky, uneven handwriting, are the words:

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

It’s not perfect. The proportions are all wrong. The ink runs where his fingers must’ve pressed too hard. But something about it makes your chest ache—in a way only a kid who still finds joy in this place could make you feel.

➹ — Azure

He doesn’t mention your birthday. Not at first. Azure’s the kind who notices, tucks it away, and does nothing about it—until the moment matters.

You catch them watching you a little more that day. Tentacles stilled. Eyes narrowed, almost like he’s memorizing how you move. How you stand. How you’re still here.

You think they're ignoring it… until you return to your cabin later that night and find something left on your table.

A flower. More specifically, a nightshade.

Tied around the base with a strand of fabric is a scrap of paper. It’s not signed. It just says,

“Blooming here means you're stronger than this place.”

When you see them next, he doesn’t say anything about it. He just walks past with a glance—and maybe, maybe, the zipper of their frown doesn’t look quite as sharp tonight.

➹ — Doombringer

Doesn’t celebrate it himself. To him, birthdays feel too frivolous, something for the weak-hearted or “lesser” beings who cling to sentiment. That’s what he says out loud, anyway.

So he gets weirdly still when he remembers. His voice drops lower when he speaks to you, like he's trying to be less scary without admitting it.

He doesn’t wish you happy birthday. Instead, he says something like,

“I have not... ignored the date.”

That is his version of “Happy Birthday.”

You might find a crude but sturdy item left near your cabin: maybe a pendant carved from scrap metal, or a candle holder made from spare chain links. He won’t say it’s from him, but the “DOOM” scratched into the base gives it away.

➹ — Guest 666

Even if they can’t say it aloud or write anything down, Guest 666 remembers the day. It’s buried deep in their fragmented memory, a flicker of something warm before everything went cold.

The night before, they leave behind a wrapped object near your cabin. The wrapping is crude—scavenged cloth, stained and torn—but tied with surprisingly neat red ribbon. Inside? A cracked Bloxy Cola bottle filled with caramel candies, likely scavenged or hoarded for weeks. It’s their way of sharing a favorite.

They don’t approach you directly, but you’ll hear heavy, slow breathing in the woods. They’re watching. Waiting. Not out of threat—but a strange, animalistic loyalty. Like a guardian dog waiting to strike.

If you do thank them, they freeze. A low, rasping growl vibrates through their chest. Not angry. Overwhelmed. They retreat quickly after—but might leave another gift the next night. A rock carved roughly into your name. A burnt flower. Something soft from before.

They’ll try to "sing" you a song—that is if you’re alone. It’s nothing close to music. Just guttural, humming vibrations and scraping claws across metal, forming a strange rhythm. A lullaby, perhaps. Like they’re trying to remember how people used to celebrate birthdays… before.

➹ — Jason

Jason doesn’t celebrate birthdays after that. To him, birthdays are just another day—one more night in the endless cycle of hunting and surviving.

He notices. Somehow, even with no words, even with no expression, Jason can tell it’s your birthday. Maybe he overheard a conversation from afar. Maybe he just… remembered.

After the rounds end, there’s something quietly left near your cabin. It might be a flower—an odd, grim-looking one from the woods. Or a small object, a sharpened rock, a carved stick. Something you know he placed, even if no one saw him.

He might leave you something else, later that night. Something unsettling, but well-meaning in his way. Maybe something that once belonged to someone, now repurposed for you.

[mikkies]

「 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, YOU BELONG IN THE ZOO! 」

Forsaken Killers x GN! Reader

warnings: none

notes: most info are gotten in the wiki, and holy I did not have a lot to work with.. I didn't include Itrapped, (hate him and still don't have much info), King (not much info) and others (no info/not much I could work with). Hopefully I did the others here some justice, I feel like I went OOC in DoomBringer since I just took the “corrupt judge” seriously and I know I know that Guest 666 can speak with the help of external forces or wtv, but for the sake of my sanity—let's just say they “can't”. ALSO ALSO.. I KNOW MAFIOSO ISN'T HIS OWN KILLER.. BUT MAN... LOOK AT THE MAN.. Btw can be perceived as romantic or platonic (platonic only for c00lkidd and Jason).. Survivor edition here..

➹ — Noli

Noli doesn’t say “happy birthday” like a normal person. Instead, you get—

“H-h-h—hey you-u-u—! B-birthday bo—boss, you lo-lo-levelled up!! T-t—this calls for ex-explosions!!”

The "explosions" turn out to be a chaotic audio he plays whenever you're at least 50 studs from him no matter if he sees you or not. You’re not sure how he knows, he won't explain.

He’s bad at sincerity, but you can tell he remembered.

For a gift? He offers you a weird little device that plays old music, maybe phonk. You didn’t ask for it, but it makes you smile.

➹ — Mafioso

Mafioso isn’t one for parties. But he silently leaves a black box at your cabin door with a neat bow—inside is a rabbit plush holding a tiny “Happy Birthday” card between its paws.

You catch him feeding his rabbits that day, and when he sees you approaching, he turns and offers one to hold, muttering,

“...They calm nerves. Figured it might help.”

He doesn’t speak much, but for once, he lingers with you longer than he usually would. Maybe it’s the occasion.

Maybe he doesn’t want you to feel alone.

If anyone dares to make your day worse, he’s already two steps ahead and setting quiet plans in motion to make them regret it.

➹ — John Doe

You don’t even expect him to acknowledge the day. Most of the time, he's distant—driven by something that isn't quite himself anymore.

But he shows up. Quiet. Watching. His corrupted red eye flickers less violently than usual. Maybe he’s trying to suppress it—just for now.

He doesn’t say “happy birthday.” Instead, he awkwardly holds something out. It’s a crude charm, made from bent metal and wire. A small gem pulses at the center like a heartbeat.

“Used to make stuff like this… before.”

He won’t explain what “before” means. But he stares at the gift in your hands for a long time like he’s remembering what it meant to care.

He lingers close for the entire day, not speaking unless provoked, red eye dimmed like he’s observing. Protecting, maybe.

➹ — 1x1x1x1

You wake up to find a trail of black and green flame leading to a sitting figure—1x1x1x1 is there, not saying a word, but holding out a Daemonshank with an emerald pendant wrapped around its hilt. It pulses faintly.

They don’t say happy birthday. He simply says,

“You endure. That is worth recognizing.”

She offers you a rare moment of peace. No threats. No tests. Just stillness beside the fire. You share silence with someone who rarely gives it.

Later, when you’re alone, you find a single green candle burning near your spot with a skeletal hand gesture carved in the wood beneath it—peace.

➹ — c00lkidd

You don’t tell him it’s your birthday, but c00lkidd figures it out on his own. Maybe he saw it overheard it, maybe he counted the days. He doesn’t say how. Just grins at you one day and says,

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY [NAME]!! You're my second favorite person here besides dad!”

When you return to your cabin exhausted and tired, you'll find something new on your wooden desk—smudged with dirt, a little crumpled, and drawn in crayon. It’s a picture: you and c00lkidd, standing side by side under a blue sky filled with clouds and weirdly shaped cakes. His smile is big. Yours is even bigger. Above it, scrawled in shaky, uneven handwriting, are the words:

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

It’s not perfect. The proportions are all wrong. The ink runs where his fingers must’ve pressed too hard. But something about it makes your chest ache—in a way only a kid who still finds joy in this place could make you feel.

➹ — Azure

He doesn’t mention your birthday. Not at first. Azure’s the kind who notices, tucks it away, and does nothing about it—until the moment matters.

You catch them watching you a little more that day. Tentacles stilled. Eyes narrowed, almost like he’s memorizing how you move. How you stand. How you’re still here.

You think they're ignoring it… until you return to your cabin later that night and find something left on your table.

A flower. More specifically, a nightshade.

Tied around the base with a strand of fabric is a scrap of paper. It’s not signed. It just says,

“Blooming here means you're stronger than this place.”

When you see them next, he doesn’t say anything about it. He just walks past with a glance—and maybe, maybe, the zipper of their frown doesn’t look quite as sharp tonight.

➹ — Doombringer

Doesn’t celebrate it himself. To him, birthdays feel too frivolous, something for the weak-hearted or “lesser” beings who cling to sentiment. That’s what he says out loud, anyway.

So he gets weirdly still when he remembers. His voice drops lower when he speaks to you, like he's trying to be less scary without admitting it.

He doesn’t wish you happy birthday. Instead, he says something like,

“I have not... ignored the date.”

That is his version of “Happy Birthday.”

You might find a crude but sturdy item left near your cabin: maybe a pendant carved from scrap metal, or a candle holder made from spare chain links. He won’t say it’s from him, but the “DOOM” scratched into the base gives it away.

➹ — Guest 666

Even if they can’t say it aloud or write anything down, Guest 666 remembers the day. It’s buried deep in their fragmented memory, a flicker of something warm before everything went cold.

The night before, they leave behind a wrapped object near your cabin. The wrapping is crude—scavenged cloth, stained and torn—but tied with surprisingly neat red ribbon. Inside? A cracked Bloxy Cola bottle filled with caramel candies, likely scavenged or hoarded for weeks. It’s their way of sharing a favorite.

They don’t approach you directly, but you’ll hear heavy, slow breathing in the woods. They’re watching. Waiting. Not out of threat—but a strange, animalistic loyalty. Like a guardian dog waiting to strike.

If you do thank them, they freeze. A low, rasping growl vibrates through their chest. Not angry. Overwhelmed. They retreat quickly after—but might leave another gift the next night. A rock carved roughly into your name. A burnt flower. Something soft from before.

They’ll try to "sing" you a song—that is if you’re alone. It’s nothing close to music. Just guttural, humming vibrations and scraping claws across metal, forming a strange rhythm. A lullaby, perhaps. Like they’re trying to remember how people used to celebrate birthdays… before.

➹ — Jason

Jason doesn’t celebrate birthdays after that. To him, birthdays are just another day—one more night in the endless cycle of hunting and surviving.

He notices. Somehow, even with no words, even with no expression, Jason can tell it’s your birthday. Maybe he overheard a conversation from afar. Maybe he just… remembered.

After the rounds end, there’s something quietly left near your cabin. It might be a flower—an odd, grim-looking one from the woods. Or a small object, a sharpened rock, a carved stick. Something you know he placed, even if no one saw him.

He might leave you something else, later that night. Something unsettling, but well-meaning in his way. Maybe something that once belonged to someone, now repurposed for you.

[mikkies]

「 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, YOU BELONG IN THE ZOO! 」

Forsaken Killers x GN! Reader

warnings: none

notes: most info are gotten in the wiki, and holy I did not have a lot to work with.. I didn't include Itrapped, (hate him and still don't have much info), King (not much info) and others (no info/not much I could work with). Hopefully I did the others here some justice, I feel like I went OOC in DoomBringer since I just took the “corrupt judge” seriously and I know I know that Guest 666 can speak with the help of external forces or wtv, but for the sake of my sanity—let's just say they “can't”. ALSO ALSO.. I KNOW MAFIOSO ISN'T HIS OWN KILLER.. BUT MAN... LOOK AT THE MAN.. Btw can be perceived as romantic or platonic (platonic only for c00lkidd and Jason).. Survivor edition here..

➹ — Noli

Noli doesn’t say “happy birthday” like a normal person. Instead, you get—

“H-h-h—hey you-u-u—! B-birthday bo—boss, you lo-lo-levelled up!! T-t—this calls for ex-explosions!!”

The "explosions" turn out to be a chaotic audio he plays whenever you're at least 50 studs from him no matter if he sees you or not. You’re not sure how he knows, he won't explain.

He’s bad at sincerity, but you can tell he remembered.

For a gift? He offers you a weird little device that plays old music, maybe phonk. You didn’t ask for it, but it makes you smile.

➹ — Mafioso

Mafioso isn’t one for parties. But he silently leaves a black box at your cabin door with a neat bow—inside is a rabbit plush holding a tiny “Happy Birthday” card between its paws.

You catch him feeding his rabbits that day, and when he sees you approaching, he turns and offers one to hold, muttering,

“...They calm nerves. Figured it might help.”

He doesn’t speak much, but for once, he lingers with you longer than he usually would. Maybe it’s the occasion.

Maybe he doesn’t want you to feel alone.

If anyone dares to make your day worse, he’s already two steps ahead and setting quiet plans in motion to make them regret it.

➹ — John Doe

You don’t even expect him to acknowledge the day. Most of the time, he's distant—driven by something that isn't quite himself anymore.

But he shows up. Quiet. Watching. His corrupted red eye flickers less violently than usual. Maybe he’s trying to suppress it—just for now.

He doesn’t say “happy birthday.” Instead, he awkwardly holds something out. It’s a crude charm, made from bent metal and wire. A small gem pulses at the center like a heartbeat.

“Used to make stuff like this… before.”

He won’t explain what “before” means. But he stares at the gift in your hands for a long time like he’s remembering what it meant to care.

He lingers close for the entire day, not speaking unless provoked, red eye dimmed like he’s observing. Protecting, maybe.

➹ — 1x1x1x1

You wake up to find a trail of black and green flame leading to a sitting figure—1x1x1x1 is there, not saying a word, but holding out a Daemonshank with an emerald pendant wrapped around its hilt. It pulses faintly.

They don’t say happy birthday. He simply says,

“You endure. That is worth recognizing.”

She offers you a rare moment of peace. No threats. No tests. Just stillness beside the fire. You share silence with someone who rarely gives it.

Later, when you’re alone, you find a single green candle burning near your spot with a skeletal hand gesture carved in the wood beneath it—peace.

➹ — c00lkidd

You don’t tell him it’s your birthday, but c00lkidd figures it out on his own. Maybe he saw it overheard it, maybe he counted the days. He doesn’t say how. Just grins at you one day and says,

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY [NAME]!! You're my second favorite person here besides dad!”

When you return to your cabin exhausted and tired, you'll find something new on your wooden desk—smudged with dirt, a little crumpled, and drawn in crayon. It’s a picture: you and c00lkidd, standing side by side under a blue sky filled with clouds and weirdly shaped cakes. His smile is big. Yours is even bigger. Above it, scrawled in shaky, uneven handwriting, are the words:

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

It’s not perfect. The proportions are all wrong. The ink runs where his fingers must’ve pressed too hard. But something about it makes your chest ache—in a way only a kid who still finds joy in this place could make you feel.

➹ — Azure

He doesn’t mention your birthday. Not at first. Azure’s the kind who notices, tucks it away, and does nothing about it—until the moment matters.

You catch them watching you a little more that day. Tentacles stilled. Eyes narrowed, almost like he’s memorizing how you move. How you stand. How you’re still here.

You think they're ignoring it… until you return to your cabin later that night and find something left on your table.

A flower. More specifically, a nightshade.

Tied around the base with a strand of fabric is a scrap of paper. It’s not signed. It just says,

“Blooming here means you're stronger than this place.”

When you see them next, he doesn’t say anything about it. He just walks past with a glance—and maybe, maybe, the zipper of their frown doesn’t look quite as sharp tonight.

➹ — Doombringer

Doesn’t celebrate it himself. To him, birthdays feel too frivolous, something for the weak-hearted or “lesser” beings who cling to sentiment. That’s what he says out loud, anyway.

So he gets weirdly still when he remembers. His voice drops lower when he speaks to you, like he's trying to be less scary without admitting it.

He doesn’t wish you happy birthday. Instead, he says something like,

“I have not... ignored the date.”

That is his version of “Happy Birthday.”

You might find a crude but sturdy item left near your cabin: maybe a pendant carved from scrap metal, or a candle holder made from spare chain links. He won’t say it’s from him, but the “DOOM” scratched into the base gives it away.

➹ — Guest 666

Even if they can’t say it aloud or write anything down, Guest 666 remembers the day. It’s buried deep in their fragmented memory, a flicker of something warm before everything went cold.

The night before, they leave behind a wrapped object near your cabin. The wrapping is crude—scavenged cloth, stained and torn—but tied with surprisingly neat red ribbon. Inside? A cracked Bloxy Cola bottle filled with caramel candies, likely scavenged or hoarded for weeks. It’s their way of sharing a favorite.

They don’t approach you directly, but you’ll hear heavy, slow breathing in the woods. They’re watching. Waiting. Not out of threat—but a strange, animalistic loyalty. Like a guardian dog waiting to strike.

If you do thank them, they freeze. A low, rasping growl vibrates through their chest. Not angry. Overwhelmed. They retreat quickly after—but might leave another gift the next night. A rock carved roughly into your name. A burnt flower. Something soft from before.

They’ll try to "sing" you a song—that is if you’re alone. It’s nothing close to music. Just guttural, humming vibrations and scraping claws across metal, forming a strange rhythm. A lullaby, perhaps. Like they’re trying to remember how people used to celebrate birthdays… before.

➹ — Jason

Jason doesn’t celebrate birthdays after that. To him, birthdays are just another day—one more night in the endless cycle of hunting and surviving.

He notices. Somehow, even with no words, even with no expression, Jason can tell it’s your birthday. Maybe he overheard a conversation from afar. Maybe he just… remembered.

After the rounds end, there’s something quietly left near your cabin. It might be a flower—an odd, grim-looking one from the woods. Or a small object, a sharpened rock, a carved stick. Something you know he placed, even if no one saw him.

He might leave you something else, later that night. Something unsettling, but well-meaning in his way. Maybe something that once belonged to someone, now repurposed for you.

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)