# 𝐷𝐴𝑀𝑁, 𝑌𝑂𝑈'𝑅𝐸 𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐷𝐴 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐺
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.
CLOCKWORK
Clockwork was ALL confidence.
"This is gonna be easy," she said immediately.
Nina nodded beside her. "Yeah honestly you're kinda doomed."
Clockwork sat down dramatically and cracked her knuckles like she was about to avenge humanity itself.
The second your hands locked, Clockwork pushed first aggressively.
Unfortunately for her, you barely moved.
"...Huh?"
You slowly looked up at her.
"Oh that's embarrassing."
SLAM.
Clockwork collapsed face first onto the table dramatically while Nina screamed laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.
At the end of the day, Clockwork avoided eye contact with you for two business days.
NINA THE KILLER
Unlike everyone else, Nina treated this like a reality show.
"OKAY EVERYBODY," she announced while holding her phone up dramatically, "today we will find out if Y/N is secretly possessed by a demon."
"You live with actual demons."
Jeff was commentating from the side like a sports announcer.
"And here we have Nina, local girlfailure, preparing for her downfall—"
"SHUT UP."
The match started.
For approximately two seconds, Nina looked confident.
Then your arm didn't move at all.
Her smile started fading.
"...Wait a damn minute."
You smiled back sweetly.
"Nina."
"Yeah?"
"Start praying."
SLAM.
The scream she let out could've awakened ancient spirits.
For the rest of the week, Nina kept telling everyone you were secretly built like a construction worker under your clothes.
A/ : Yall eatin good tonight