the creeps reacting to u wearing their clothes. uh??? some gross shit in toby's and most of them are kinda suggestive. yes im finally back hi people on my phone
includes: toby, ben, ej, evan, brian, tim, jeff, and liu
for @pomegranatseed, taglist still open comment to be a part of it mwehehe <3
This idiot probably thinks he wants to have sex with you at first, but he starts to realize his "loving feelings" for you when he sees you can handle his "fuck off" attitude without crying or running away like a rat or a wounded animal—you've already scored some points. If you also have the guts to challenge him with the same level of sarcasm, damn, pay attention. He'll steal your clothes, not just your underwear, but all kinds of clothes to smell them or annoy you. What can you expect from Smile.dog 2.0? He's basically disgusting.
He's not sweet, not with his words or displays of affection. But if you let your guard down, he's pretty likely to say "Girl, you're not bad" instead of "Shut up, girl, you're in." Ben Drowned makes fun of Jeff all the time when he gets the chance, when he sees Jeff's girl is around. At 3:00 in the morning, he'll start throwing you little notes with stupid things written on them, like, "Wanna fuck?" With a knife taped on with black tape for decoration, you know, to be romantic in his own way. He doesn't say "I love you," he says, "If you die, you ruin my day," it's practically the same thing to him.
Homicidal Liu
He's one of the most wholesome people when it comes to love. He'd quickly realize he's in love with you. He'd be honest and tell you without expecting anything in return. If you consider him dangerous and don't want him around, he understands. But if you're willing to love him, he'll treat you like a princess, bring you flowers, make you coffee if you ask, speak to you gently, and most importantly, your safety is his number one priority.
He doesn't have a very high sex drive, maybe a 5/10, which is average, but he's willing to please you if that's what you want. It's no problem for him, as long as you don't ask him to mistreat you or degrade you with insults in bed. He doesn't see that as appropriate in a relationship. Unlike Jeff, he's not afraid to be affectionate. He'd say things like, "Your smile makes me feel less alone." He wouldn't want to show you the violence in his life; he thinks it could contaminate you somehow. However, he doesn't think it's wrong to give you a gun just in case, you know, for protection or because of Jeff. He's a very attentive boyfriend. He mentally notes your preferences; he wants to be a good partner and doesn't want to lose you.
Eyeless Jack
When someone, or rather a girl in this case, catches his eye, his attraction isn't casual. When he feels something, it's not random. Therefore, he'll start evaluating everything the girl does, trying to understand her tastes, interests, behaviors, and habits. He'll investigate everything, and you won't even notice. Jack is a cannibalistic demon; he'll probably offer you fresh kidneys as a devotional or thoughtful gesture. If you're a cannibal or have occasional cannibalistic tendencies, consider it obvious that his romantic dinner, instead of spaghetti, will be fresh kidneys by candlelight and roses.
If you don't like those hobbies, then it doesn't matter. He'll make sure to shower after every hunt and brush his teeth after eating, so the smell of blood on his breath won't bother you, and just in case you ever feel like kissing him. He'd keep a macabre "diary" with things like, "Today she liked her coffee with two sugars... just like my victims on Thursday." Flowers? No. Fresh organs wrapped like bouquets at your door, if you like his hobbies, of course. Please accompany him to the infirmary and help him tidy up. He'll look like a statue, but inside he'd melt over a fried egg. He pays more attention to a girl's intellect, hygiene, and attitude, although he wouldn't mind nice thighs as a bonus.
Ben Drowned
If Ben were attracted to a girl, believe me, he wouldn't take things slow and easy; he'd go for it. The moment he figures out what he feels, he'd flood your phone and email with messages like, "Want to come to my cave (room), baby, for a smoke and some relaxation?" He's not subtle, and he doesn't want to be. If he likes you, he'll let you know; he's a lovesick elf. He might send you suggestive invitations to see if you'll go to his room for sex and drugs or drinking. What's wrong with him? He has an 8.5/10 sex drive, please understand. He's a Peter Pan-like elf who wants to sleep with the girl he likes.
Peter Pan loves being cuddled; he thrives on physical contact. If you touched his hair affectionately, he's already dead. He likes flirty and playful girls. He'll even clean his room and share his fries with you before you even enter—consider it an act of devotion. Ben gets attached to a girl pretty quickly, especially if she doesn't reject him. He'll text you at 2:00 AM, flirting and making unfiltered comments. Plus, Ben doesn't mince words. He likes tall girls with a nice butt, and he enjoys climbing—no problem. If the girl likes to wear tight or revealing clothes that show 85% of her skin, Ben is fascinated because heaven decided to reward him in a beautiful way.
Laughing Jack
The clown has no idea what he's feeling for you; he thinks you smell nice, or that you look like one of his candies. At first, he doesn't understand, but through comments and teasing from the other creepypastas in the mansion, he realizes he's fallen for you. Get ready, because you've just boarded a roller coaster without even knowing it. Unlike some on this list, this clown doesn't know what sex is. He saw Isaac do some strange things he didn't quite understand, but if you introduce it to him, he'll see it as a rather fun and curious game.
Jack will follow you around like a rat with bad jokes. Whenever he's bored, he'll look for you, and even when he's not. The children he horrifies know you exist, even though he doesn't understand healthy love. He thinks he does, though. He brings you organs tied up like balloons because he believes it's a romantic gesture. If you play with his nose and have a playful attitude, he won't leave your side. It's your fault for unleashing the madman who isn't just a clown, but the whole circus. If you buy candy and he notices, there will be a reduction in the candy and lollipop population. His hugs are suffocating, and he has a habit of watching you while you sleep. It's like, "JACK, WHAT THE HELL?!" and he's like, "I'm waiting for you to recharge so we can keep playing..."
Slenderman
The first thing he notices is that he feels an immense curiosity towards you. It might be because he can't control you the way he controls others, which is why his attraction begins to surface. He wants to turn you into a puppet by his side, and believe me, he has the means. It's not for nothing that he has several henchmen (proxies) roaming the entire forest 365 days a year. He permanently invades your dreams; you lay your head on the pillow and you always see him.
In your interactions, he guides you to the forest, while you, on the other hand, see an extremely tall being with tentacles and no facial features dragging you to a mansion. When you least expect it, he will speak to you telepathically. He will tell you your situation and the advantages and disadvantages of obeying him. He will be polite, and unlike some creepypastas on this list, he will not attempt anything sexual, much less force you into any kind of act. He is asexual; sex is not a priority for him. He is attracted to you by the sensations and attitudes you evoke through your decisions and intellect.
Tim Wright (Masky)
Tim is many things, but he's not stupid. He understands perfectly that he's attracted to you. You're a beautiful girl with a way of being that evokes more than one pleasurable feeling in him. If he likes you, he'll start to get a little obsessed with the idea of making a move on you, but he won't do it violently. He'll act charmingly, inviting you out, opening doors for you, lending you his coat, and even jokingly offering you a cigarette if you want. He'll act like a gentleman to win you over little by little.
However, if you've already seen his actions and know that Tim likes you, understand that he sees you as his property; you're just an extension of him. If you don't want to have sex, he'll gently force it at first, putting his hands under your skirt or shirt. If you still don't agree, he'll pick you up like a sack of potatoes and take you to his room. You have to please your man in a good way, right? Tim is a fan of well-proportioned, feminine women—that is, women with curves he can appreciate. He provides, and you obey; there's no other way.
Brian Thomas (Hoodie)
Brian is a man of few words, serious, and imposing, so when he falls in love you won't notice, but he's there, watching you and analyzing your every move. He understands that he's attracted to you because you're beautiful, but he also wants to know about your personality, your likes, dislikes, hobbies, and other things. First, he wants to be sure of how to take you and exert his silent control over you, and second, he wants to know how you'll react to certain actions.
Brian is attracted to you, perhaps because you have a sweet and kind personality. He admires that in a curious way; he wants to possess you. He'd like to have a girlfriend or an innocent partner. He likes the contrast between the two of you: the dark and violent one, and you, like a ray of light and warmth. On another note, he'd like his girl to have nice thighs and a big butt. He doesn't care if she has large breasts or not; he's more into butts and thighs. He would certainly enjoy that, even more so if you like wearing skirts or short dresses. He likes it when you wear heels or clothes in soft colors; that attracts him. But God help you if you reject him, because he'll make a rather violent threat, bringing the mutilated body of an acquaintance in a bag. Either you belong to him, or you'll feel guilty for the death of your beloved acquaintances.
Ticci Toby
Oh no, you've charmed the most eager of creepypastas, Toby. The moment he fell for you, he couldn't take his eyes off you, drooling and imagining all the things he wants to do with you. Toby is attracted to you because you're beautiful and sweet; it makes him feel incredibly warm inside, and he almost always has a tent in his pants. He's always looking for ways to get closer to you, trying to start a conversation, but he's not very good at it; his condition prevents him from doing so. He hates sounding like a broken record. He's your playground if you let him be. If you want him to do something for you, he won't hesitate. If you want to use him as a sex toy, DO IT. Just tell him what you want, and he'll follow orders.
He can be dominant or submissive, and he enjoys both. Since he met you, his sex drive has skyrocketed. Before, he didn't think about it because he had no one to fantasize about. To him, you look beautiful in any outfit. You could be wearing just a sweater and stockings, and he'd be happily drooling around you like a dog who'd just discovered it has two tails. He's a fan of caresses; he craves your touches and kisses and will find any way to get them. The only thing that could detract from his appeal is that he's extremely dependent. Don't talk to other guys; he'll do anything to make sure he's your only guy. Or do you want to see him use his axe to tear all those men apart, right, you sick, dirty mind reading this garbage?
Bloody Painter (Helen)
The painter doesn't understand why he gets so nervous when you enter his life; it's very unusual for him, a cold and detached person with almost everyone. He appreciates you as a beautiful being; you inspire his work. He's probably even taken a new sketchbook out of storage to draw you in various ways. If you get along well, he might ask you to come to his studio so he can draw you more easily. He doesn't have much of a sex drive, which could be because he never had time for it, due to the bullying and unhappiness he experienced in school. I'd give him a 4/10. He'll gladly help you if you ask, because it's about you.
Helen would like a girl with a calm demeanor, who is self-assured and can critique her art. She needs someone to tell her what they like and dislike about her art honestly; it's a quality that makes you more attractive to her. He's not usually the type to make the first move. He'd try to talk to you somehow, but he doesn't like how he comes across in front of you—nervous and awkward. So, writing letters is a safer approach. Maybe there are drawings of you in them if you check the envelope carefully.
The Puppeteer
The puppeteer knows exactly what he feels; he believes love is synonymous with possession. He doesn't try to be charming; it comes naturally to him. If you stand up for yourself and are independent, that's over. You belong to him. Behave submissively and adoringly toward him, or he'll do things you don't even want to imagine. He wants to turn you into a doll, and he will. He'll use his strings to control you and do whatever he wants with you. You'll often see his strings seeking you out or clinging to you.
He'll flirt with you to see if you'll fall more easily under his spell; if not, he'll stalk you to see if that influences you. What might charm him most is a soft, calculating voice. You'll score points if you're sarcastic; he'll see you as a wild animal to be tamed. If the girl is vulnerable, nothing else matters; you're his prey. He feeds on people's vulnerability and negativity. He enjoys tormenting his crush by grabbing her with his strings and tossing her around endlessly, and as a bonus, he's quite mocking at times. You'll need a lot of patience. As for sex, he doesn't care, but if he needs to teach you a lesson, he'll force you to masturbate in front of him. Forget about modesty. In short, if the puppeteer has you in his sights, don't play along because it will cost you dearly and could literally drain your life force.
Hobo Heart
This collector of human hearts is one of the most innocent in matters of love you'll find in the ranks of Creepypastas. Hobo Heart, being a Gemberling, is obedient because he has tasks to fulfill, and if he fails in the mission for which he was created, he'll see his infatuation as his second mission. This dark angel is polite and calm; the only thing that's hard to understand is how he's friends with the puppeteer. Perhaps he asks him for advice on how to properly court you. He's like a little duckling following you around because he wants to protect you and is driven by curiosity about his feelings for you. The only bad thing about this 'duckling' is that, as a demonstration of his love and devotion to you, he'll bring you fresh hearts, just like the tree he protected.
Hobo Heart tends to take things very seriously, so please don't use sarcasm with him. If you're cold, he'll warm you with his wings; he considers it a magnificent act of love, you and him together, two hearts becoming one. His dog is also a deciding factor; you absolutely have to like him, otherwise he'll distance himself from you. As for the danger level, it's low. Don't underestimate the hearts he gives you, because they're one of the few things that provoke his anger, and he has superhuman strength. Do you want your lungs ripped out for free, idiot? Regarding sex, he knows absolutely nothing. If you want something, teach him; he's always good at listening and learning. In short, if you're looking for a green light here, look no further. Here you have a skeleton boy with a poetic romance in the background.
Kagekao
Not even having no windows in your home will save you from the Japanese demon; he'll always find a way to spy on you. In fact, you've started hearing laughter and voices in your house, especially when you change clothes or undress to take a bath. You're starting to pray it's just your damn schizophrenia. Maybe you'd discover it's Kagekao if you looked up at the ceiling. Kagekao in love is the worst thing that could happen to you. You'll wake up at 2:00 in the morning with him on top of you, giving you a mocking look, just because he wanted "warmth."
Sometimes you'll find him out of nowhere on your bed or hanging from the ceiling. Go ahead and give him a Spider-Man kiss—don't you see how handsome he is hanging from the ceiling? Other times he'll knock on your door as if trying to be a knight with roses and chocolates. He steals like it's a religion; if you indulge him, he'll steal whatever you ask for. He calls you his "lady" and gets all dramatic when you tell him you're not a couple because he barged into your life uninvited. He's good in bed; most of the time he's dominant, although if he's drunk on wine, he'll be submissive. The wine-loving demon is a dramatic romantic who will do whatever he wants with you. You'd better get used to seeing a strange, cat-like creature loving you while jumping and doing parkour on your furniture.
Candy Pop
The danger scale has been broken. You know the worst part: if you choose suicide to avoid being forced to love the clown, he'll bring you back to life, either with the help of Jason (his best friend) or a subservient puppeteer (his personal balloon). The jester will try to be a kind and polite little cupcake, trying to tempt you, but if that doesn't work, don't worry! He'll grab you like a sack of potatoes and carry you off anyway. There's no escaping him; he's a supernatural being with too much power. Accept your cursed mortal fate! Or love the beautiful and powerful being that he is!
If you're not afraid of him, he can be the anchor or the root of the problem. He sees you as something he must conquer and possess. He ties you up in the basement and talks to you as if you've been together forever while forcing food (desserts and sweets) down your throat. Other times he comes covered in entrails, dragging a corpse (probably a child) with his hammer, and mutilates it in front of you while laughing and singing. Sometimes he'll force you to do it; it's a very romantic moment, or so he thinks. He firmly believes that love must be obsessive and violent for him to enjoy it. Don't even get me started on sex with him; it's disgusting. He ties you up while using you as he pleases and lets out maniacal laughs at your pretty face's reactions. I think it would have been better if you'd never existed, so you wouldn't have to deal with this demonic buffoon who revels in suffering and pain.
Jason The Toymaker
Well, what can I tell you, meatbag? Your life no longer belongs to you; it belongs to Jason. He's been searching for his ideal mate ever since he started making toys from the souls of innocents. If he concludes that you're perfect for him, he'll simply kidnap you and dress you up like a doll so you look pretty and suitable for him. If you want to survive, you'd better worship the redhead with all your heart; that way, you'll have food and won't be tortured. Don't even think about running away; he has Candy Pop or the Puppeteer on his side to drag you back to where you belong. And if neither of them finds you, the gothic clown (Laughing Jack) will, and because he hates Jason, he'll destroy you by skinning you alive and sending your corpse as a gift to the Toymaker.
Jason is always watching over you, forcing you to let him bathe and dress you however he pleases. Be obedient; his toys are watching you, and if they see anything suspicious, Jason will know. The Toymaker tends to be eloquent and polite, with a touch of ego. Don't contradict him, and he might let you have a friendly debate. Score points if you help him hunt and fix his toys. Sexually, I honestly think the asexual believes love goes beyond that and sees it as something out of place. Besides, that's where children come from, and he hates brats! So, please, take care of yourself with toys because he's not comfortable with those vulgar practices. In conclusion, if you want to live and not become a doll in a vegetative state, love and adore Jason with all your soul.
I made a Tinder selection of creepypastas; English is not my native language. It should be noted that this is based on some canon elements and others on my point of view of the characters.
Pairing : Jeff the Killer x Reader, Ticci Toby x Reader, Ben Drowned x Reader, Tim Wright x Reader x Brian Thomas, Eyeless Jack x Reader, Homicidal Liu x Reader, HABIT x Reader, Nina the Killer x Reader, Clockwork x Reader
Synopsis : Even the most deprived killers wouldn't break your trust like that ; accusing the creeps of cheating.
Synopsis ; Wherein, the creeps get absolutely strength mogged by reader.
Pairings ; Jeff the killer, Ben Drowned, Homicidal Liu, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Ticci Toby, Hoodie, Masky, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, X-Virus, Kate the Chaser, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Nina the Killer x gn! Reader
Word count ; 1,437
Warnings ; Mild language, Non-Sexual
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JEFF THE KILLER
One random day, you just saw a TikTok post from your feed about couples having funny arm wrestling matches, so succumbing to boredom, you decided to annoy jeff to man up and accept your offer, though he would always say things about "That shit's a waste of time" or "I would beat you anyways."
"Come on! Just do it you coward!" you yell. You were currently inside his room and both of your ramblings could be heard from the next room or at the hallway.
"Didn't I tell you I would beat you anyways!?" After 3 or more bribes, he was now laying his arm on the table while you were at the opposite side.
"If you talk about some shit like I cheated, the news you lost would be spread around the damn house," he retorts, rolling his dirty ass hoodie sleeve up.
"As if bruh," you backed up, smirking and also rolling your sweater sleeve up. You caught his hand that would be classified as a slap, and gripped hard to show dominance.
You then pushed his arm sideways without any countdown, only giving him a few seconds to balance and push your arm sideways too. Your arm remained tilted but, using the power of plot armor, you actually managed to push one of the strongest mfs of the house's arm down.
"Take that! Who's spreading the news now huh?" you said punching the air. Jeff only contemplated on the desk with his hands clenched together in a praying stance wondering how the hell did that even happen.
At the end of the day, he prevented you from sharing the news anyways because he threatened to force you to wash his dirty ass bloodied hoodie.
BEN DROWNED
You were currently at his room while Ben was playing video games again, specifically Mortal Kombat. The sounds of his console could be heard throughout the room and you were getting annoyed of how loud it was.
"Ben, can you just play another game?" you asked trying to suppress the annoyance you felt.
"Hmm... I'll only play a different game if you play with me ma," he offered, still focused on the screen, and he looked like he was actually winning.
"Fine, but what if I told you in real life?"
"Huh? You wanna shoot me in real life?"
"Of course not! I meant something like arm wrestling," you immediately corrected, Ben placing his console down anyways.
"Aight bet!" he agreed. Once you sat down facing him you placed your elbow at his table, him doing the same too.
"You better prepare to handle the strength of the beast," he remarked.
"Ya mean the strength of the level one elf? Lol," you retorted, he only gave you a pout.
Both of your hands met, and in a blink of a second before he could regain his composure you pushed down his arm without effort.
"Huh!? How did that happen? You didn't even give me a second to prepare," he mumbled, pulling his hat down to cover his face.
"Told you, you're a level one elf," you said ignoring his protesting remarks and naggings about having one more round.
At the end of the day? He forced you to play video games with him and as a comeback, he used cheats to beat you.
HOMICIDAL LIU / SULLY
You snuck into his room one evening and decided to pester him about random things until it got to strength, with that Sully couldn't let that slide.
"Fine, you wanna see how strong I am? Go on, sit down and let's have an arm wrestling match," Sully said, nodding his head on the chair in front of him.
Of course you wouldn't back down on a match, so you agreed.
Liu, who was peacefully reading a book at the corner, already looked concerned.
"...This is a terrible idea," he muttered.
Sully ignored the remark immediately. "Nah, watch me humble them."
You sat down across from him while he rolled up his sleeves dramatically like he was about to fight in the UFC finals instead of losing at a wooden desk in a dusty murder mansion.
"Ready to cry?" Sully grinned.
"You say that like you aren't built like an exhausted raccoon," you replied.
"...The fuck does that even mean?"
Before he could continue yapping, you grabbed his hand. He squeezed yours confidently.
Liu sighed. "Sully, maybe don't underestimate—"
SLAM.
His hand hit the table so fast the desk actually creaked.
Sully stared at the table. Then at his hand. Then at you.
"...What."
You leaned back in your chair like a retired champion. "Damn. That was kinda easy."
Liu started coughing because he was trying not to laugh.
"You cheated," Sully accused immediately.
"Bro how do you cheat in arm wrestling!?"
"You used witchcraft."
"The only magic here is your disappearing masculinity."
At the end of the day, Sully demanded a rematch every thirty minutes and lost every single one while Liu kept score on a sticky note.
EYELESS JACK
Jack was minding his business in the kitchen at 2 AM, because apparently that's the natural habitat of creepypasta creatures.
You walked in half asleep and immediately saw him effortlessly carrying a suspiciously heavy box with one arm.
"...Okay big guy," you started, grabbing a juice box from the fridge. "Arm wrestle me."
Jack slowly turned his masked face toward you.
"...Why."
"Because I think I can beat you."
The silence afterward was so long you almost thought he disconnected from the server.
Finally, he set the box down. "You humans are strange."
Five minutes later you were both sitting at the kitchen table while Hoodie and Masky silently watched from the hallway like they just discovered free entertainment.
Masky whispered, "Ten bucks on Jack."
Hoodie nodded immediately.
The second your hands locked, you slammed his arm down so hard the table shook.
The entire kitchen froze.
Masky's ten dollars spiritually evaporated.
Jack remained motionless for a good five seconds.
"...Interesting," he finally said.
At the end of the day, Jack started carrying TWO heavy boxes around the house for absolutely no reason.
TICCI TOBY
This man accepted the challenge WAY too fast.
"OH YOU ARE SO DONE," Toby yelled before you even finished your sentence.
The guy literally dragged a chair across the floor at mach speed and sat down backwards like a gremlin who drank six energy drinks.
Meanwhile, Clockwork and Nina suddenly appeared out of nowhere because apparently gossip spreads faster than WiFi in the mansion.
Toby pointed at you dramatically. "I need you to know I chopped wood this morning."
"And I opened a pickle jar first try."
"...Shit."
The second the countdown ended— SLAM.
Toby's arm hit the table instantly.
"...WHAT!?"
You sat there calmly while Toby stared at his own arm like it betrayed him personally.
Clockwork and Nina were dying laughing while Toby demanded seven rematches and lost every single one.
MASKY
Masky approached this like it was a professional tournament.
Elbows positioned perfectly.
Serious expression.
Whole posture locked in.
Meanwhile you were eating chips with your free hand.
Hoodie stood nearby silently recording on his phone because he already sensed incoming humiliation.
The second the match started, Masky actually pushed your arm slightly at first.
He smirked under the mask. "See?"
Then you pushed back.
His confidence disappeared immediately.
"...What the hell?" he grunted.
SLAM.
Hoodie lowered the phone slowly while Masky stayed frozen in place staring at the table like he just watched his GPA vanish.
At the end of the day, the video somehow ended up circulating around the mansion anyways.
HOODIE
Unlike everyone else, Hoodie did not immediately accept.
He stared at you.
Then at Masky, who was still recovering emotionally from his loss earlier.
Then back at you again.
"...No," he answered simply.
After ten minutes of pestering, he finally sighed deeply.
"Fine."
The moment both of you sat down, half the mansion somehow materialized nearby.
Jeff was eating chips.
Ben had a Nintendo Switch in hand.
Toby was yelling "GET HIS ASS" for absolutely no reason.
The match started.
For a solid five seconds, neither arm moved.
Everyone actually went quiet.
Hoodie was genuinely strong, but then you cracked your neck with your free hand.
Hoodie immediately knew he was cooked.
"...Wait."
SLAM.
The room erupted into laughter while Hoodie quietly muttered:
"...I should've stayed in my room."
LAUGHING JACK
This was the WORST possible person to challenge because he turned the whole thing into a circus event.
Somehow there were balloons now.
"STEP RIGHT UP EVERYBODY!" Jack announced dramatically while standing on the dining table. "TODAY WE WITNESS THE MIGHTY BATTLE BETWEEN A GREMLIN AND A—"
"You literally live in the vents," you interrupted.
The second he got distracted by emotional damage, you slammed his arm into the table.
The balloons popped from how hard he gasped.
"...THIS GAME IS RIGGED."
At the end of the day, he kept challenging random people in the mansion trying to regain his honor. Jeff beat him too.
BLOODY PAINTER / HELEN
You found Helen painting peacefully in his room.
"...Can I help you?" he asked without looking away from the canvas.
"Arm wrestle me."
"...What?"
"Scientific research."
"...That's not science."
After enough insisting, he finally agreed.
Unlike everyone else, Helen wasn't trash talking. He actually looked weirdly respectful about it.
The match started.
For a second, he actually held his ground pretty well.
"...Oh?" you blinked.
Helen looked mildly proud of himself for approximately 1.2 seconds before you pushed harder and slammed his hand down anyways.
His eyes widened slightly.
"...Oh."
At the end of the day, he painted a suspiciously detailed drawing of your arm labeled "eldritch horror."
KAGEKAO
The second you challenged him, he laughed.
Not a normal laugh either.
This man sounded like a rich anime villain discovering tax fraud.
"You?" he scoffed dramatically. "Beat me?"
"Yes."
Five minutes later, he sat down across from you with the confidence of a man who absolutely should NOT have been confident.
He even fixed his gloves dramatically beforehand.
Kagekao smirked beneath the mask. "Do try your best."
You immediately slammed his arm into the table before he even finished talking.
The impact echoed through the room.
Kagekao remained frozen.
"...Excuse me?"
"You got microwaved."
At the end of the day, he claimed the establishment was "biased against attractive people." Nobody listened to him.
X-VIRUS/CODY
The SECOND you mentioned arm wrestling, Cody stared at you like you just activated a side quest.
"...Interesting."
Instead of answering normally, he immediately pulled out a notebook from absolutely nowhere and started writing things down.
"Subject appears confident despite lacking visible muscle mass..." he muttered.
By the time you sat down, he was rambling about "biological advantages," "muscular output," and "probability percentages."
"For the record," he started, "based on my calculations, I possess approximately an 87.4 percent chance of victory."
"Cool."
SLAM.
His arm hit the table before he even finished speaking.
The silence afterward was devastating.
"...Impossible."
You leaned back in your chair. "Damn. Guess the calculations weren't calculating."
He spent the next THREE DAYS trying to create some kind of grip strength training regimen. It didn't work.
KATE THE CHASER
Kate looked at you like you personally offended her bloodline.
"...You wanna WHAT?"
"Arm wrestle."
"Because everybody else already lost."
That caught her attention immediately.
Unlike the others, Kate wasn't loud about it. No dramatic speeches. Just pure determination radiating from her like an anime rival character.
The match started.
Immediately, Kate pushed hard enough that your arm actually tilted slightly.
Clockwork gasped dramatically. "OH DAMN."
Kate smirked. "Got you."
Then you pushed back.
Her expression changed SO fast.
"...Wait."
SLAM.
Kate stared at the table silently.
"...I hate this house."
At the end of the day, Kate started training with Toby out of pure spite.
JANE THE KILLER
Jane accepted WAY too calmly.
"Sure."
Honestly? That scared you more.
You sat across from her at the dining table while the others gathered nearby AGAIN because apparently nobody in this house had hobbies anymore.
For a few seconds it genuinely looked like Jane might win.
Then you locked in.
The smile on her face slowly disappeared as your arm stopped moving entirely.
"...Oh dear."
SLAM.
The table shook.
Jane blinked once while still holding your hand.
"...Well."
Clockwork whispered, "She's taking it way better than the boys."
Meanwhile Jeff was arguing in the background about not being Jane's employee.
