WARNINGS: Very mild yandere behavior (possessive, obsessive). Otherwise the intention of this fic is to just establish more lore of my character.
It's Mother Day, and you're thinking of meeting your mother. But wait – doesn't Karma have a mother too?
𝖄ou felt a gentle kiss. A scarred hand. A warm hug.
“Morning Xaxi.”
You grumbled, as you got comfortable on your mauve, patterned couch. “...mmrning Karma.”
Your gaze became heavy, as you looked at the date. It was Sunday morning, 11:37 AM. Today’s forecast was sunny, albeit cloudy – but your temperament said otherwise. After all, Sunday was a warning sign, an auspice to the dreaded whirlwind that was Monday.
But maybe not all hope was lost. You could save the date with a little optimism, by “visiting your mother” your notifications said. You pursed your lips, uncomfortable at its humanly response. It was better to ask the human in the room.
“Karma McShawarma.” You began to laugh. “I need your advice.”
“Oh yeah?” His back was towards you, heating up your leftovers in the microwave. Normally, he would be more hands-on with your meals, but I suppose even he was tired from the long week.
“I’m all ears. Let’s see what Mr. Karma McShawarma can do.”
You scoffed, ducking your head in embarrassment. With what little energy you had, you placed your knees on the couch, your arms pressed against the back cushions.
“What do you think about us driving to my mom?”
Karma tensed, his burly arms clutching the ends of the kitchen island. “Depends. You’d think she’d approve of me?”
“With the way you spoil me?” You let out another scoff, plopping off the couch. “Damn right she’d approve.”
Karma reciprocated a chuckle, his arms stretched out wide as you went in for a hug. His body was warm, ticklish, and pleasant. Just as easily, you snuggled into his chest, while he planted a kiss on your forehead. “I just…It’s been a while, you know?”
His hands drew painfully slow circles along your back, as if deep in thought. You paused yourself, letting the silence flow.
Silence, as you’ve come to learn, was both an intentional and an instinctual part of Karma’s identity. Whilst previous partners weaponized their silence, Karma’s was…neutral, and even amicable at times. Often, many would comment that he was cheating on you, or that he was unsatisfied in the relationship. But when you shared your concerns, Karma simply shook his head.
“My silence is not my way of hurting you, (Y/N).”
“My silence is my way of reaching you.”
You’ve…never heard such a thing in your life.
But…it was…
Something new. A good kind of new.
“Xax…” Karma was stroking your hair, trying not to laugh. “You’re falling asleep.”
“Oh.” You haphazardly broke the hug; his chest was way too good of a pillow. “Sorry.”
“No worries. But remember…” He murmured, kissing both of your palms. “It’s completely up to you.”
You nodded, eternally grateful of how patient and caring he was. Just by the affection, you had almost forgotten the question that escaped your lips.
“Babes…sorry for the sudden change of topic.” Your eyes focused on the microwave. “But what was your mom like?”
“My mom?” He laughed nervously.
Don’t let them know.
“I told you, my parents died in a gas explosion.” He paused, as if testing the words out. It’s been a while since he lied to you. “You know, poor plumbing practices.”
“But…” You sighed. “I’m sure that even in your teens you would’ve known them, right?”
“Unless you’re…hiding something from me?”
This was it; he knew that this was your breaking point. Any further deflections would cause you to investigate - which would inevitably put you in danger.
“....Well…” He went on.
Suddenly, the microwave let out its piercing sound, indicating that the food was done and ready to go. Maybe, just maybe, you casually forget about that one little topic about –
“Perfect!” You beamed. “We can talk about it over breakfast!”
Taking out the plates, Karma internally groaned.
Today was indeed the day.
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ℑronically, today’s breakfast was a chicken and falafel shawarma with tabbouleh and pita bread on the side. For the past two to three weeks, your boyfriend has spent time and energy learning this new recipe, despite failed attempts — including almost setting your kitchen on fire. Though the situation was resolved, Karma was a bit taken aback, while you were laughing your ass off, much to his dismay. But after knowing that you had a shitty day at work, Karma was happy to let you off the hook.
“God, I need you to stop cooking for me.”
“Why should I?” He smirked. “You know I love cooking only the best for you.”
“Exactly.” You wagged your spoon, before placing a chunk of falafel shawarma in your mouth. “You’re spoiling me. Again.”
“Look, I don’t really do the nine-to-five thing like you do.” He got up from his seat, thirsty for a little lemonade. “So I don’t mind cooking for you again…” He said, placing a carton of cranberry juice next to you. “As long as it means you’re happy and you’re healthy.”
You groaned. You had little to no argument there. All you had (before this cheeky bastard) was either a fast food chain, a delivery service, or a cup of noodles: all of which were staple foods that were tied to corporate survival. Those days were rough, but…you did get the money for overtime. You think.
“Xax.” He called. You snapped out of your trance. “Whatchu thinking about?”
Crap.
You bit your lip; you weren’t sure how to spill the news – because he specifically told you to stay on top of the issue. You were now a month in, and you still didn’t get your overtime pay.
And he even told you that he’d ask you that Monday!
Which is this Monday! Shit!
“Uh. Nothing much.” You quickly got your bearings, attempting to double down on a new topic. “But tell me…” You started. “Tell me about your mom.”
Karma stopped eating, putting his elbows on the table. This time, the silence had an edge to it. You could feel that the aggression was greatly subdued, but it held certainty. Certainty that you would indeed get what you want.
For a price.
“...Ok.” He continued chewing, getting comfortable. “In that case, where shall I begin?”
“Anywhere.” You said, keeping your voice low. “I don’t mind.”
“Alright.”
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“My mom was more than a plumber. She was the breadwinner of the house.” He scraped his plate, searching for invisible crumbs. “She had me after my dad and I married, and I was their first kid out of many.” He smiled a bit. “Let’s say they had a… lot of love to give.”
“Hm.” Your face remained as neutral as possible. “How many siblings do you have, Karma?”
“Have?” He chuckled. “Nononono – I had six. But none of them contacted me after the gas explosion. Because they probably thought that they’d be…uh, next? I’m not entirely sure.”
“What do you mean?”
“It wasn’t only my father and mother in the car.” He lowered his head. “My sister was in there. She was just getting picked up from primary school.”
“Oh my…oh my god.”
“My mother was warned multiple times by my dad: Do not go to work.” You could hear the anger bubbling in his voice. “My grandfather, on the other hand, let my mother do what she wanted, simply because she reminded him of his dead wife.” He shrugged, laughing bitterly. “But that didn’t stop him from fucking us up, though.”
“Uh…” You stammered, voice quiet. “Karma…”
“Anyhow my mother continued to go back to work, and for the first time – she finally understood what my dad meant. The situation finally “blew up” in her face, and she was sent to the CEO, and he brought in some specific rules regarding her resignation.”
This time you raised your voice. “Karma-”
He gripped the spoon tightly, his smile stretched unnaturally on his face. His words were becoming rambles. “And when she showed my grandfather and my father the resignation, it was too late.” His laugh was boisterous. “Way too late. And guess what?” His smile grew wider. “Everything on the damn resignation was eventually put into effect. And guess what? They burned, they fucking burned, thanks to her selfish–”
“KARMA!”
His face drooped into a frown, staring at you. “Mm?”
“I’ve heard everything I needed to know.”
“But you’re the one that asked for it.”
“And I’m the one who’s gonna stop it.” Firm, yet upset. That’s what your voice was. “Look. I know you’re upset. But you need to calm down.” You sternly advised. “And the last thing I want is for you to turn that anger towards me.”
His face twisted into a mix of remorse and restricted anger. “...I…I’m sorry.”
Unsure of what to say, you headed to your bedroom, trying to process what just occurred.
And meanwhile, Karma glanced at his phone. Angrily. Solemnly.
“....”
“Odio que me hagas daño, mamá.”
“Odio...que todavía te quiera.
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ℌours beyond hours passed – and still, Karma hadn’t come back home. It was routine for you and him to be asleep by 10, or later, if you wanted to cuddle. But your phone shimmered with the same top message: I’ll be home soon.
Meanwhile, you decided to send a message to your mom. You’d doubt she’ll ever see it, but…it was worth texting anyways. In the meantime, you went on a call with your Dad to keep yourself occupied, in hopes of distracting yourself from this morning’s events.
But it wasn’t enough.
12:08 PM ___ [ Karma ]
Hey Xaxi, I apologize for what happened today.
You were right, I did slightly placed my anger at you,
and…I’m sorry. It was an accident. That’s why I
kept avoiding it every time I said it. I wasn’t ready.
And I should’ve said that I wasn’t, instead of what
happened this morning. I’ll be sure to make it up to you.
12:11 PM ___ [ You ]
Karma, know that it wasn’t entirely your fault.
The reason I even brought it up the second time
was because I didn’t want you to ask about my over-
time pay. I also shouldn’t have been stupid and
kept asking you about it. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry
that I basically cause this to even happen in the
first place.
So, yeah. Feel free to come back.
So that way, we can feel shitty together? Lolololol
2:15 PM ___ [ Karma ]
Hey Xaxi, no worries. We both misunderstood
each other. But, I’m going to need some time
then I should to...feel a bit better.
Okay?
2:16 PM ___ [ You ]
Yeah!
No worries!
5:56 PM ___ [ You ]
Babes.
Where are you?
6:34 PM ___ [ Karma ]
Sorry Xaxi.
I'm...
I'm going to need a bit more time.
6:34 PM ___ [ You ]
Ok…
9:34 PM ___ [ You ]
Karma?
typing…
And as if he heard you typing, you heard a shut. And a lock. Of your door.
Immediately, you sprang up, beginning to squeeze oh so tight, as if he were to pull away at any second.
“Karma!”
His warm smile returned, lifting you up and planting a kiss on your tear-stained kisses. “Sorry (Y/N), something came up.”
“It’s fine, just let’s go to sleep!” You bonked his head. “Ok?”
“Yeah, I’m with you.” He bonked in return, nuzzling and snuggling your throat. “And I’m going to make sure you get one hell of a sleep.”
“Karma please!”
Your laugh echoed across the walls, all while he tickled you and nommed your throat a little more, excited to hear more. As he undressed, he slipped you his phone, preparing to head to the shower to have a good night's rest.
Raising an eyebrow, you reluctantly turned it on. What’s so interesting on this phone now? You thought, considering his phone was covered in Wingdings and boring wallpapers.
“Oh wow!” You exclaimed, dropping the phone back on the bed. “What’s with this all of a sudden?”
“Well…I was looking for those while I was out. As an apology gift to you.” He grinned awkwardly, his upper body on full display.
“I may not be 100% there yet, but I wanted to make…” Your boyfriend stammered. “To make progress.”
Your face began to beam, honestly surprised. “Well, Karma. Feel free to introduce them.”
“Alrighty. But just know I can’t tell you everything, ok?”
“Like I said, Karma McShawarma – no worries.”
This time, he began to burst into laughter, his fangs much more prominent.
And over time, with a few jokes here and there, you began to laugh with him too.
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𝔜ou were asleep. Fast asleep.
And there he was, staring at you. Piercing his eyes at you. At your throat, at your blood. At your chest. At your hands. At your very soul.
God, I love it when they sleep.
When they’re desperate.
When they’re mad.
When they hide things from me.
When they tame me.
He looked at his phone, scrolling through your bank account.
They don’t even know that I monitor their phone calls.
Their messages.
The hidden cameras.
The house cameras.
Their parents.
And their overtime pay.
Karma bit his lip, trying not to laugh.
Fuck, this is priceless.
I need to stop.
I need to stop messing with their life.
But it’s so fun!
A gentle kiss. A scarred hand. A warm, t̸̠̀̃̋ĩ̸̘̪ģ̵̣͖̞̾̉̆͝ͅh̴̞̉́͊͋t̸͈̩̫̟̆̅̍̓ͅ hug.
🎊Oh my god! The day has finally arrived! It’s announcement day! 🎊
I’m thrilled to reveal that 🩸🪦Date at the Cemetery🪦🩸will be haunting your screens this Halloween! On October 31st, you’ll have the chance to spend the evening with yours truly, Avon Lockehart♥️.
With the big release just one month away, I’ll be sharing more things about our spooky boy hehe… plus sharing some eerie little activities to keep you entertained as we count down to the big night. 🕯️🌙
As promised and to kick things off right, here are some fun but small facts about our man Lockehart. Take note—these details might come in handy later!
Next, here are some enjoyable and eerie activities to keep us entertained! Creepy Drawing+writing prompts, mazes, word searches! Pick your poison ♥️
Want to post your work or activities and get noticed ? Use the hashtag #DatC_VN or #DatC 🩸
[ARCHIVED NEWS FEED — NEXUS STATE BROADCAST NETWORK]
Recovered file fragment: “Harmony Restored in Randstad.” Original publication under the Founding Nexus Administration. Circulation Year: 1700.10.14 | Source: Public Bulletin #4429-A | Status: Historical Record— Preserved under Omniscience Archives Act.
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HARMONY RESTORED: STAD AND RANDSTAD REUNIFIED IN PEACEFUL ACCORD
Byline: E. Halvern— Senior Correspondent, Nexus Press Division
Classification: Public Release | Authorized by: Founding Office of the Nexus | Verified by: Central Records Ministry
After decades of tension and misunderstanding, the territories of Stad and Randstad have entered a new dawn of reconciliation under the wise governance of the Nexus Administration.
The accord, signed at dawn within the Hall of Alignment, signifies the restoration of unity between two estranged kin of industry and culture. No blood was spilled, no weapon raised— only the hum of progress and the oath of shared prosperity.
“This union is not conquest, but correction,” declared the Founding Ultimatum, Zoreen, addressing thousands gathered in the central forum. “For too long, we have let pride divide what was meant to build together. Today, that division ends. Today, the world remembers itself.”
The announcement was met with applause across the city-states. Processions carried the Nexus insignia through Randstad’s avenues as peacekeepers were welcomed with garlands and the light of ceremony.
“It warms the heart to see the long bridge between us finally crossed,” commented Ultimatum Adarus during the evening address. “Stad and Randstad were never meant to stand opposed. May this peace be eternal.”
The Integration Council confirmed that transitional oversight will proceed without resistance. Local leadership has expressed unanimous consent, citing “faith in the Founding Vision” and “relief from the weight of misunderstanding.”
A statement from the Central Office concludes: “Harmony through Order, Order through Nexus.”
The Morse Code near the end of the video at 5:04 is:
"VUSF H SFPUN THU MLHYZ OPZ ZOHKVD"
The code is in Caesar Cipher - Rot. 7 or A=T & Z=S.
"ONLY A LYING MAN FEARS HIS SHADOW"
(Small theory, perhaps the guy who thought he saw someone at the window is lying or hiding something. Maybe that's what the code means. Or I could be wrong, and this isn't referring to what happened.)
More will be made in the future but these are the ones we have so far. I'll give brief yet vague descriptions of them as you're supposed to learn about them in game
Omeans - Responsible for the myths surrounding imp, succubi, incubi, and demos. They have hooves, horns, long, thin tails, pupil-less eyes, sharp teeth, and often have markings across their bodies. Rainn is an example of an Omean. Albeit she is an interbred one.
Umbrans - Responsible for the myths about ghosts, specters, poltergeists, and other undead phantoms. They are made from ectoplasm, feel cold to the touch, and have long, textured tongues that are semi-opaque, glow purple, and are forked. Andre and Callisto are examples.
Myrmith - The bug/insect race. They range from semi-humanoid, humanoid with insect features, to entirely insectoid/arthropod. They bleed green and live in Uptown Seikatsu.
Agalma - Elementals. They live in Kumumea mainly and are made from pure Incendie/Luftu/Wai/Diqiu magic. Castle is an example but he is half Diqiu Agalma
Collectors - Porcelain looking 'dolls' with hollow eyes. They are known to be greedy and typically hoard things or even people. Cricket is an example.
Thulu - Creatures entirely comprised of tentacles. They feast off of souls and emotions. Wise but very dangerous creatures.
Thaero - There are three subspecies of Thaero. They used to be one race but after The Bhaavanan War, they were punished and split into three. Fae, Pixies, and Angels. They have 'capes' that look like wings. Depending on the subspecies, they may or may not have parts of a halo. Whiskey is an example of an Angel Thaero.
Melani - FHCCBFRQ GB OR RKGVAPG. XVYY BA FVTUG. GURL NER QNATREBHF. BAYL GUERR NER XABJA GB OR YRSG.
Hapex - The bird race. Responsible for myths about harpies. Phelo and Tenylia are examples.
Franix - Responsible for the myths about Vampires.... kinda self explanatory here... there are more details but will be shared in game.
Aurguia - The aquatic race. Responsible for the myths about merfolk, sirens, and other mythical underwater humanoids. Nyr is an example of one.
Gilvans - Mammalian race. Responsible for myths about Werewolves, Nine Tailed Foxes, etc. Noble is an example.
Strailisks - Reptilian race. Responsible for the myths about dragons in some cases if one was bred with an Agalma. Castle is an example, being half Strailisk.
Gluorim - Amphibian race. Frogs, Salamanders, Axolotls, Toads- you name it!
Maehal - Look similar to sphinx cats... in a sense...? They have six, fleshy ears and multiple eyes.
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