#eddiextrager

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Art Trade with @ovenlex who wanted Female!Miles with Walker their adopted son Billy and their daughter Christie~

A kinda AU where they get free and have a good life in the end~

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It was my RP partner who chose a baby girl for EddiexTrager... The E name was theirs too I just can't recall it and I wanna cry cause of it

I miss them deeply and wish I could talk with them again, rp, or something-

Those were some of the best times I had in a fandom-All the rpers, so many ideas about who's dead who's not who's behind all of this really, before Murkoff Account, before Outlast 2

I wanna cry, the memories flooding in but so foggy dear God's I just hurt all over, fuck my memory 💔😞

I feel sorry for writing that fic and starting that other one..

Though I've said my peace and my apologies, I wish I could go back and enjoy those rps, those talks, those questions for the Ducklings or Mama Trager, Papa Gluskin

💔

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here's the first half of the Mpreg fic

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The reason these are coming out so fast is I both remember and don't yet feel it as I write

I'll be going over it all once my fuel runs out

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Beautiful-TragerXGluskin-SinScrivener by ZipZap1313 on DeviantArt

outlast-and-gore​

Our Rp, both Trager and Eddie have begun getting well and in some case, made the Asylum a semi safe place to be under their ruling and guidance.

Adopting Dennis, Silky, and Pyro, the two themselves have gotten through hell and back and during the very start, Eddie uses a fresh dead bodies skin as a makeshift left face piece and fixed his eye so it has a patch so he doesn’t need to wear the steampunk monocle

Well, just now, their about to have sex and Trager notices his patch is missing and grows distressed and tells Eddie to wait only for him to take his face and say sweetly, “Your beautiful, Darling.”

And so, I loved the image in my head and this rp as its gone along <3

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eddie gluskin x richard trager?

ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

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Interaction Mini-fic Drabble (EddiexTrager)

He grabbed the massacred corpse by the ankles, dragging it across the blood soaked floor, watching as a trail was stretched from the puddle around his work table. He pushed his hand into the crash bar of the door, opening it.

Yet another bride, unable to withstand the procedure. He was beginning to feel deterred, but he knew that if he gave up hope now, he'd never find that special girl. That love of his life. These were just...his not-meant-to-be's. He knew that.

He dragged the body, not caring what happened to it as he made his way down the hall. He'd find some place to put it as it was...not quite right to hang with the others. Perhaps he'd toss it down the elevator chute? After all, it was hardly used. Or maybe he'd drag it outside and burn it.

As he decided, he made for the door to the outside when a pair of pale hands, smashing against the fence like wall, causing his head to snap up.

“Ah...ah hah! Look what we have hear.” He knew that voice. Eddie knew that voice even if he didn't recognize the man that stood in front of him. “I see we're still playing with toys, hm? How is your Barbie Funhouse?” He laughed.

“Doctor Trager.” Eddie stiffened up, eyes narrowing. He never liked the doctor. He never liked what happened to those who came back from the doctor. Hacked to pieces, sewn, mutilated. Eddie never had to worry about it. He was in the morphogenic Program, which meant he got the best service -if you'd count being strapped in and bombarded with tubes and forced to sleep best service. “Don't you have...pigs to be mutilating or something?

“Oh so bitter. Yes, but they can wait, I just wanted to see how you were doing down here. Heard from a little birdy you were trying to find a wife.” He laughed. “How's that going for you.” Eddie already hated the conversation. He hated looking at the man ahead of him, but before he could answer the doctor looked at the corpse and laughed. His laughter filled the room, sounding maniacal, insane. Eddie was surrounded by the insane here. People lead by lies, deceit. “What have you done?” The doctor leaned forward, looking at the corpse. “Have you even seen a vagina in real life? That looks like it was hacked to bits by a table saw-” he stopped, a wicked smile coming to his lips, noticeable even from beneath his tattered doctors mask.

“I am done talking to you!” Eddie hissed.

“Aw, did I hurt your feelings my little...love starved bird?” He chuckled, obviously enjoying his angering the man. “I mean I can understand why you don't know what a vagina looks like, given your previous encounter with a certain pole. But don't you think your hatred for penis's is making you a bit...overzealous? What would your father say?” Eddie growled and slammed his foot into the door, the hinges cracking just a bit as it rattled loud enough to incite a startled scream from deeper within the asylum.

“He has no control over me!” He screamed, grabbing the door and pulling, face close to the bars. “What he has to say has nothing to do with me and what I'm doing has nothing to do with him!” He growled, a bit of saliva flying from his lips due to the mutation from the Engine. Trager, wiped at his own flesh as if it'd landed on him.

“Now now buddy, I'm just trying to have a simple conversation, there's no need to get all frothy.” He replied.

“What do you want with me Doctor. You never leave your palace, why invade mine?” Eddie hissed, stepping back, clenching his fists, fingers crackling.

“Oh to do a bit of...surgeon on surgeon review. You know, I look at your work, you look at mine, we swap techniques, have a cup of coffee over lunch-”

“I don't need your opinion on what I do in my own home. I take care of my brides with love, and treat them respect, unlike you.” He straightened his shirt out, standing straight and firm.

“At least mine come out of it alive. Whether walking or rolling. The same can't be said for you,” he looked at the corpse again. “I'm afraid.” Eddie looked down, feeling a bit of shame at his sloppy work. Perhaps the doctor was right? Perhaps he just didn't have the skills he needed?

No, it wasn't his fault, it was those whores. They didn't want to fight to be with him as hard as he was fighting, the lazy, unpassionate, heartless, harlots. “Anywhoo, that's not what I came for.” Trager interrupted his thought process. “I came to give you a little. Bit. Of. A. Warning.” he broke up the sentence, putting extra emphasis on each word. It caused the grooms eyebrows to furrow, taking a step closer. “A little puppy dog has escaped and is wandering about all...lost, you see. And he's kind of...well...” He leaned in, putting his arms through the holes in the cage like door. “He's got a camera, and I, would like you to stop him. If he comes through here. I mean, I would ask Walker,” he laughed. “But he's already on the case. And Father Martin...well...we can't expect the Father to help anyone but himself, can we? Hm?” He smiled. Eddie looked at him, a faint smile coming to his lips as he stepped forward, towering over the shorter doctor. He leaned in, looking him in the face.

“Why does this bother me?” He replied. “I really have nothing against him recording everything you've done. I would pay to see what you would do behind bars for a change.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I know, psycho-mentality is like a hivemind. But,” he lifted a finger, returning the grin, their noses touching. “If he gets out with that camera, whether he sees your bride collection or not, the big men with guns and armor will.” He laughed. “And you” He pushed his face closer, smooshing their noses just a bit, causing Eddie to frown, backing off a little. “will be walking down the aisle in hell with a lovely new bullet hole between your eyes!” he stepped back. “But hey, I think you'd look good with a little red in your cheeks.” He started laughing, shaking his head. Eddie's frown turned to one of worry as he looked back at his bride.

That was right. The people outside...they didn't understand. They didn't understand him, that was how he ended up in this hell in the first place. All because they were too stupid to understand something so simple. “So how about it buddy?” He leaned against the bars again, eyes sparkling in the light. “You do me a favor, just this once. Save your ass, and mine, and I'll leave you alone. Hell, I'll sweeten the pot!” Eddie looked at him curious. “I'll give you, a graph of the female anatomy, some tools, some anesthetic and let you be on your merry way. And if you fail after that, maybe I'll even come down and help you. After all, it takes 2 people to make a little girl.”

“And all you want is for me to stop this...mutt?” Eddie questioned, crossing his arms, shifting his balance to one foot. He was going to say no. He wanted too, but being offered the instructions he needed...the directions to make him successful...”Fine then,” he dropped his arms. “I'll help you, you help me. But only if I ask.”

“Of course,” Trager replied, turning to make his way back down the hall. “my insurance doesn't cover house calls.” He laughed. “Pleasure doing business with you! Mr. Gluskin.” and with that, he was gone. Into the darkness from where he'd come. Eddie couldn't help the sour taste he felt on his tongue, but he felt a bit...relieved.

“A family doctor, darling,” He looked down at the corpse. “And he won't lay a hand on my darling, or child.” Grabbing the man by the back of the neck and leg, he hoisted him up over his shoulders like a log and kicked open the crash bar. “Good, perhaps now with some guidance, my darling and I will be together sooner than I expected.” He tossed the corpse over the stairs, watching as it fell into a puddle, and smiled, staring at it as it soaked up the rain, blood spilling into the grass. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes against the chilly air and hummed, pulling back inside, slamming the door behind him.

(I was bored, this is crappy. Who should I do next?)