#groundskeeper reader

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injecting mute darlings and their freakishly tall yans into my veins-

mime reader and their murder clowns

bunny vampire and their wolf frat

groundskeeper and their mix of slashers/monsters

this wasn't on purpose but i like it

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[Groundskeeper Reader tugs on a random killer's shirt, tilting their head curiously.]

Killer: Eh? Need something, Groundskeeper?

[Reader tugs harder, motioning for them to remove their shirt.]

Killer: R-right here? We're in the middle of the lobby!

[Reader nods, letting go-]

Killer, blushing: A... alright.... Don't go snitching to the boss about this.....Next time let's go somewhere private

[The killer takes off their shirt which Reader quickly takes - adding the bloody cloth to their laundry hamper as they turn to leave.]

Killer #2, walking by: Did you seriously think they were about to have sex with you in the center of the lobby?

Killer #1: Oh, so we can torture and kill guests in here, but sex is off the table??

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Groundskeeper Reader who works in an allegedly haunted manor turned murder-mystery attraction, but the murder is real and the mystery is which guest ended up in the soup of the day- Whether Reader is human themselves is up for debate- They're satisfied with having a job that gives them a roof over their head and allows them to do their favorite thing - cleaning. The ghosts, ghouls and killers at the manor greatly appreciate Reader's efforts to keep their home tidy. They're adorable wandering around aimlessly with their shovel looking for a new guest to bury.

Groundskeeper is also selectively mute because they just like me sometimes fr and no talk, only clean. They overwork themselves to the point of not eating or sleeping which their coworkers are sure to fix for them. Again, whether Reader needs food is a mystery, but they'll eat if requested.

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[A group of axe welding ghouls circle around Groundskeeper Reader in the cemetery-]

Yan Ghost: Wait, guys- There's something familiar about this one...

[Groundskeeper Reader ignores them, pulling out a spray bottle and hosing down a grave stone with cleanser. Reader reaches over the back of the grace - picking up their hat they dropped earlier and putting it back on.]

The ghouls, in unison: Groundskeeper!!!

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Killler: Ugh.... I can't see out of the windows...

[The slasher wipes blood of the window with an old rag. Groundskeeper Reader watching in the background - nodding in approval before wandering off.]

Killer: The hell?.... Why does my face feel so warm?

[Later]

Killer #2: Dude, what are you doing?

Killer #1 - mopping the floors while occasionally looking around for Reader: Nothing.

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Chef: Ohh, Groundskeeper! One of our dear guests forgot to finish their meal. Would you be a dear and take care of this plate for me?

[Groundskeeper Reader wheels their trash can over to the table, reaching for the plate-]

Chef: Ah, ah, ah!- We don't waste food in this house. Have a seat and eat up before it gets cold.

-

[Groundskeeper Reader drags a body out to the cemetery to bury it in one of the empty graves - ultimately falling asleep in the coffin. The Host of the attraction finds Reader - carrying them up to an empty bedroom.]

Groundskeeper Reader: ....

[Groundskeeper Reader wakes up alone, visibly distressed by the dirt they left on the clean sheets.]

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"Oh, groundskeeper! Got you something!"

Groundskeeper Reader: ?.....

[The Groundskeeper sets their mops aside seconds before a box is forcefully shoved into their hands - eyes narrow with curiosity as the lid is pulled away.]

Slasher Yan: Mop shoes! Now you can clean with every step you take inside! Try them on!

[Groundskeeper Reader kicks off their boots, tossing the slippers on the floor.]

Slasher Yan: Y'know.... I'm a pretty messy person myself. Got blood dripping off me like sweat in July- You follow me around and you'll have lots to clean!

Groundskeeper Reader: .....

[The Groundskeeper nods - stepping behind the killer and gripping the tail end of their coat.]

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[Groundskeeper Reader scraps flith off an old mirror]

"Tell me I'm beautiful...or I'll roast you alive.."

[Groundskeeper Reader <- Still rarely speaks if ever]

Face in the mirror: Groundskeeper! Forgive me, it's impossible to see with all this fog. Don't worry, Dear- I already know I'm your favorite cursed mirror in this manor.

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[Groundskeeper Reader cleans blood stains off a table - returning minutes later to leave some of their cleaning supplies on the surface.]

Groundskeeper Reader: ...?

[Reader looks at the table - noticing the same exact stain in the same spot. Reader cleans the spot again, walking off to clean out the fireplace]

Groundskeeper Reader: .....

[Reader returns again - the poodle of blood wider and deeper in color. They wait a few minutes after cleaning before leaving again.]

Groundskeeper Reader, gripping their sponge in frustration: .....

[Groundskeeper Reader scrubs blood off the table - new droplets appearing each time they brush over the old ones. They look up at the ceiling - seeing nothing. As Reader looks away, a ghost with a knife through their forehead fades into visibility - smiling down at Reader as blood drops from their skull]

Yandere Ghost: <3

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Groundskeeper Reader has no idea what Halloween is- Their coworkers wear costumes day in and out, and a good chunk of them are ghosts and monsters already. All they've come to know is the fear of October for all the extra cobwebs and blood stains management insists on leaving up. As everyone's celebrating, wondering where their favorite human(?) is - Groundskeeper is huddled away in their shed, staring blankly at the spotless ceiling until November first hits which is like Christmas to them.

Whenever someone offers them candy or any presents in general, Groundskeeper assumes it's a transactional thing and will offer whatever they have on hand in return. If they have nothing, they will hand over their clothing. They live and will die by their tools so there's no trading those.

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"Groundskeeper?... What happened to your gloves?... And your jacket.... And your shirt..."

Clutching the blanket wrapped tightly around your bare chest in one hand, you reach into the pocket of your pants - presenting a colorful display of wrapped candies. As you do so, footsteps descend from the stairwell behind you - flying down each step like a bat out of hell.

"Oh, Groundskeeperrr! I found another mint in my pocket!"

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Octopus Maid: It's getting pretty dark out here.. Take my hand so we don't get separated, Groundskeeper.

[Groundskeeper Reader grabs the tentacle next to the one the maid offers]

Octopus Maid: W-wrong arm! Wrong arm! Please try not to touch that one, Groundskeeper.... At least until we're wed.

Groundskeeper Reader: ???

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