Scenario: You have heard of how dangerous spider the folk are. You knew that they were cannibals, antisocial cold-bloods with a penchant for mariticide. Still, you decided to date one anyway. You thought you were playing it safe by dating a male? He'll prove how wrong you are. (Based on and an expansion of this)
⸸ You thought male spiders were just meek, submissive little creatures, didn't you?
⸸ Really, the only reason you ever dated him was because you wanted to see what it was like. It thrilled you, didn't it? Knowing that you were dating someone so dangerous, so possessive.
⸸ At the very least, it must have satiated your curiosity towards them.
⸸ Or perhaps you truly loved him? No, that would be sugarcoating it. You simply took advantage of the fact that the Araneae were very committed partners.
⸸ You knew he would give his everything to you. After all, weren't the males known for allowing themselves to be devoured by their partner?
⸸ He would give his life up for you if needed be, and you loved it.
⸸ But over time, you realized that nothing in this relationship was worth any of this. Perhaps your heart finally learned to have some conscience. Or maybe you simply lost interest.
⸸ Or were you finally beginning to realize just how seriously the Araneae take their commitments? Were you no longer able to handle the responsibility?
⸸ Regardless, you eventually managed to find the courage, believing that enough was enough, and that you could no longer continue this farce.
⸸ You must have thought you were being a good samaritan by finally confessing the truth. Yes, this would hurt him, but in the long run, this was for the good. For you and for him. He could resent you as much as he wanted, but still, he deserved someone who would truly love him!
⸸ You should have just continued the act.
⸸ The Araneae aren't ones to back out of their commitments. Once the courtship dance begins, there is no leaving. You have tugged on the strings of his web, and he paid notice.
⸸ Finish what you begun.
⸸ In a way, you were correct to assume that the males were 'safer'. Yes, they didn't eat their mates. However, you were wrong to assume that they were just weaklings that existed solely to be devoured and taken advantage of.
⸸ Though, for you, he didn't mind. He would have played the subservient lover. All he wanted was to be someone important to you.
⸸ But if you were to leave...would you act as if nothing ever happened? Would you act like complete strangers, only speaking in polite small talks as if he didn't know already many things about you?
⸸ Would you eventually forget about him? Because if so...
⸸ Really, you should have tried to learn a little more about his kind. Maybe then, you would have known what the males do when their potential mate turned out to be a disappointment.
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(After this is just me being geeky about real life spiders.)
So, I read somewhere that there is a specific species of spiders where the females aren't the only ones that participate in sexual cannibalism.
From what I understand of spiders in general, females cannibalize because they mistaken the male's 'courtship dance' as prey struggling to get away from their web. Sometimes, however, the female just eats the male even after mating because, well...why not?
In my mind, the Araneae function the same way.
What not many people know about is that there are in fact male spiders that also participate in sexual cannibalism. From what I read somewhere, males only ever do so when they end up disliking the female spider they were initially interested in (what inspired this headcanon).
I'm no arachnologist though. If you want to understand this in more detail, you can just read about spider courtship in National Geographic or something.
Hey, just wanted to know if you're still writing since you haven't posted in a while. Sorry to bother you.
I won't lie. i feel awkward answering this. I haven't even noticed it has been more than a year since I last posted anything.
So, uhhh...in terms of what I usually write here in Tumblr, then no. I started writing on Ao3, since I lost interest in the whole reader x [insert character].
Not that I'm saying you won't find those there, but it's not the most common fic either.
Now, I mostly just write about my OCs and ships. I wasn't sure how that would bode for this blog. I mean, many of you probably followed me for the Reader x Bellum and the Yandere driders, which while I am still interested in, I wouldn't write it as being Reader centric anymore.
As to why, it's just...it's very limiting to what I really want to write. If I want to add more depth to the male lead's characterization, the whole idea that I must keep the protag vanilla so my readers can insert themselves into their shoes gets in the way. For example, something I always struggled with while writing Lobotomy Corporation headcanons was...why exactly does the Abnormality like the reader?
It is YOU they like. When I say 'you', I am referring to everyone behind the screen that is reading my headcanons, the ones whoever the yanderes in question are obsessing over. I can't exactly go into too much detail about 'your' background and personality. I need to make the reader-insert protag relatable enough for everyone, and that's just tiring, and frankly, really boring.
Like come on. I want to give the protag a concrete appearance so I don't have to write [eye colour] or [hair colour] or find a way to write around it so I don't have to mention anything about the protag's appearance.
It's why I could never bring myself to write smut because...well, writing about genitalia involving gender-ambiguous/neutral characters is hard.
Not to mention, I always wanted to give my protags an actual personality and backstory besides them somehow ending up in the yandere's grasp and being submissive and/or weak..
For the Bellum's case, I had this awesome idea I wanted to write down, that but would just be an OC and not a vanilla/insert protag by that point.
...I always felt ashamed whenever I opened up my Tumblr account and saw that this blog still gets activity. Requests, even. Meanwhile, I'm ignoring them because I don't know how to say I don't write these anymore.
Then, you sent this, and it made me realize I should probably do something about this...
But anyway, that's the gist of it. Sorry if I ended up ranting when you were just expecting a yes or no reply, haha.
Hi, it's my first time here... Can I order a yandere, similar to the Beldam from the movie Coraline (of course, a unique version you make), please. Maybe a male version if possible.
Welcome, welcome~
Well, Sweetpotato, since you personally requested it, I shall gladly take up on your offer to pour all my heart and soul into his creation.
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⸸ Yandere Fairy Tales — Bellum ⸸
(Male Beldam from Coraline)
"Beware of the silly ones...they might just try to devour you."
⸸ If you think his power is limited to the little world beyond the wooden door, think twice. He has been around long before your new home, the Chateau, was even built.
⸸ He is a fae born from the lands of Gaul, in the woods between what was now called the rivers of Rhine and Elbe.
⸸ The locals knew him as a cruel creature that lured unfaithful lovers to his court. Fathers warned their daughters about him. Husbands and would-be wedded men dreaded the day he would steal their wives and fiancee from them. He devoured maidens, and left countless men hollow in his wake.
⸸ Because of this he became renowned throughout the west of Europe as 'La Bel Homme sans Merci' (The Beautiful Man without Mercy). This was when French was considered the franca lingua of educated Europe.
⸸ But over the centuries, he found himself travelling further west. Now, he lives a comparatively simple existence hidden in a sad little place called Ireland. Since it was first erected, the Chateau had been his prison from the rest of the human world.
(Canonically speaking, Coraline was British and lived somewhere in the UK in Gaiman's novel, though I'm not sure where specifically.)
⸸ The gloominess, the ominous dark clouds looming over the horizon, and the perpetual threat of rain...isn't that just the perfect setting for unassuming prey to be swept off their feet?
⸸ He preys on both men and women. He will try to lure them deeper into his clutches with delicious treats laced with magic and otherworldly aphrodisiacs, the finest clothes and jewels, and by showing them his court and millennia worth of treasures. After all, why should his prey's preference matter to him when he could simply induce attraction?
⸸ One way or another, they will fall for him. They always do. Because of greed, lust, and other such vices. He could give them anything and everything they could ever imagine. Still, they will always ask for more.
⸸ Why else would they have given up their life, soul, and body to him?
⸸ So, when one of his dolls dared to say that he cannot love, he simply laughed.
"I cannot love'? Is that what you said, dear? So, I suppose that you know how to do it better than I do? You, who only saw me as the lover you wished could love and take care of you as well as I did? You, who abandoned their ex as soon as their relationship became lackluster?"
With a scoff, he crossed his legs and rested them on the ottoman. His silver eyes radiated disdain as he looked you down. "Do enlighten me, dearie. How are you any different from me?"
⸸ Isn't it awfully hypocritical to say that he cannot love, when they themselves only loved him for what he could offer? His wealth, his powers, and his mask? That they are only here, with him, because they willingly left their lovers behind the moment they felt neglected? Truly, it is almost laughable how in denial humans can be about themselves.
⸸ It doesn't matter if [Name] doesn't reciprocate his feelings.
⸸ All he needs is someone he can love. Contrary to folk belief, he doesn't consume souls. That implies he would cease existing if he were to starve. But alas, he can't die.
⸸ So why would he consume his loved ones, when what he truly needs is their company?
⸸ Someone he can speak to. Someone he can care for and protect. Someone he can chase after and hunt down like game during a Wild Hunt. Someone who can remind him of what life was like beyond that door. Isn't that what love is?
⸸ He wasn't lying when he said he would die without his love. He would rather die than spend another year, never mind a century, waiting for someone new, for someone naïve and just as desperate as him for love and affection, to come to the Chateau...
"Don't leave me, don't leave me! I will die without you!"
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Yes, I changed Beldam to Bellum since it wouldn't linguistically make sense to call a masculine entity 'Beautiful Lady' or 'Beautiful Dame' in French. Bellum sounds like an Anglicized 'Bel Homme'.
There are a lot of fairy lore being referenced in Coraline...so why not just go all out with the Fair Folk? If you could kill a fairy the same way you would a rampaging Disney villain, then a lot of folklore and fairy tales from France, Germany, Wales, etc would have very different endings.
Based on: The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, The Turning (2020)
Characters: Aged-Up Yandere Miles Fairchild, the Fairchilds, Mrs. Grose, Peter Quint and Ms. Jessel
Warning: terror and violence, yandere is its own warning
Includes: childhood trauma, death of parents, fear of loss, gaslighting, typical gothic horror themes, maybe supernatural, maybe psychological, obsession, Victorian era
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⸸ Somewhere, East of England, a grand and immense estate sits over more than hundreds of acres of land.
⸸ For generations, a family of great wealth and prestige has been residing within its walls. But for years, ever since the last Mr. and Mrs. Bly passed away, its gates had been shut from the rest of the world. Many wonder what had become of the once glamorous family, but many more worry for the orphaned children.
⸸ But it had been nearly a decade since. The little babe, the youngest of the two children, Flora, was now a young girl. The boy, her brother, the one that was only seven or eight when he witnessed his parents' passing was now a young man, soon to be the new head of the Fairchild family.
⸸ Time had moved on. It seemed that the sun is beginning to shine its light once more on the family...but it seems that the Master of the House is still trapped in the darkness.
Miles Fairchild (The Young Master of Bly Manor)
⸸ He was once a sweet child, believe it or not. Spoiled and stubborn just like his parents, but what child of a socialite wasn't?
⸸ Miles was given everything he ever wanted. If he wanted a new toy, he shall have it. A black stallion that could easily dislocate a grown man's jaw with its kick? Do not fret, the mother will be sure to nag the father until he changed his mind.
⸸ They did so out of guilt, for they believed that they had been lacking as mentors. Far often, they spent their time overseas than at home with their only child.
⸸ This flaw persisted even into his adulthood, as he was only ever surrounded by servants that had no choice but to give in to his demands lest they lose their income, and three enabling guardians, two of which were now deceased.
Really, is it still a mystery as to why he didn't take your rejection so nicely?
⸸ And another thing you must understand as a new member of the Bly Household is the Young Master's...'aversion' to loneliness, and more confusing perhaps, his revulsions towards anyone that gets too close. Let me explain...
⸸ Miss Jessel might have only been his governess, but he looked up to her as one would a dear, older sister. In the end, she abandoned him.
⸸ Then, in what Miles assumed was done out of grief and heartbreak, Peter Quint drunk himself to the point of being incapable of riding a horse. The Young Master was only just a boy, then, when he found his new father figure dead, his neck bent at a deadly angle.
⸸ Truly, he fears you would leave him like Miss Jessel did, or die just like Quint the moment he leaves you for even a second.
⸸ Then, you start saying you do not want to be here, that you could no longer bear his abuse, that you could no longer stand this place and all of its dark secrets.
⸸ Ghosts, you say? Dear, there are no ghosts.
⸸ And as harsh and stern he may be, he was not a cruel master. Ask everyone that ever met or worked for him. He never once raised his hand to hurt a living thing.
⸸ And with you spouting nonsense about Peter Quint's ghost tormenting you, and Miss Jessel pleading you to leave, no one will believe that it was him who gave you those bruises around your wrists.
⸸ And at times, even you yourself questioned if you were right. Were these bruises really from his hands? Or had you simply hurt yourself, and deluded yourself like you did those phantoms? Had it ever been his intention to make you his prisoner, or was he keeping you here out of concern for your safety?
⸸ Were you wrong to lash out on him for being concerned for you?
"It was never my intent to hurt you, Miss. I care and worry for you, I truly do. But I know that your mother is mentally ill, and I...I fear that you suffer the same affliction."
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This is more of an excuse to vent my frustrations about the movie than anything. I really liked the original, so I was hesitant to watch the movie (especially after seeing the ratings). Now that I did, I understand why. I loved the setting, atmosphere, Wolfhard, and the rest of the actors, but the ending was so disappointing.
Hi! I really like your writing and how you interpret the abnormalities. Can you do yandere hcs of Snow White's Apple?
Thank you, love! Your words mean so much to me, so I hope this is up to par with what you might have wanted.
⸸ F-04-42 (Snow White's Apple) — Headcanons ⸸
Born from hatred and envy, the Apple waits for the day she would return to dirt.
⸸ It is a curse to be immortal. But hell is living it completely and utterly alone.
⸸ For that, the Apple hated the Evil Queen as it was her that brought the Apple into this wretched existence. But this couldn't compare to the loathing she held for the girl.
⸸ Snow White found her Prince Charming. Even though she had the love of her father, she was so greedy as to accept the love of someone else.
⸸ Less and less did the blame fall on the Evil Queen. Gradually, all of her hatred fell onto the Princess she was meant to kill.
⸸ So when her Darling began showing an interest...the first thorns began to sprout like skeletal flowers.
⸸ For Apple, her Darling is her Prince Charming.
⸸ Where everyone else left her behind to rot, they were the ones who stayed. They kept her company, batted away the bugs that tried to feast on her. But more than that, they brought her peace.
⸸ She might never die. Perhaps she was even incapable of it. But the tranquil state her Darling puts her in...the silence of her mind could be the closest she would ever get to resting.
⸸ I just pray they do not make the mistake of saying the Princess' name. Heavens forbid if they put her in a positive light for even a moment.
⸸ And it doesn't have to necessarily be Snow White. Anyone that reminded Apple remotely of her--whether it is because of their red lips, luscious raven hair, their pale skin, or their irritating high-pitched voice--they would find sharp thorns tearing through their insides and sprouting out of all their orifices.
⸸ That Princess already had the love of both the King and her Prince Charming. She cannot stand to see you falling for her wiles.
The day she saw the Agent and the Princess side-by-side, her heart shattered.
Based on the ⸸ Male Beldam headcanons ⸸ I made for a certain Anon.
Word Count: 1000+
Description: This is the beginning...the very beginning before [Name] even moved into the Chateau. Before they came along, however, there was already someone else, another doll he collected. Except it had been years, decades perhaps? He was already growing bored of it.
Now that he knew a new fly is coming his way, wasn't it about time he stopped playing with his food and eat it?
Warning: Admin doesn't like to soften (hiding ugly truths) about yanderes...expect some cruelty
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Long, slender fingers hovered over the ivory keys, his elbows following along in a smooth, fluid motion. With him sitting in front of his piano, she could forget who he was. What he was. She could let her guard down knowing that he would be too preoccupied to pay her any notice.
As if finally deciding which song to play, his finger dropped gently onto the keys, his porcelain wrists falling along with it.
The faint lilt of a smile appeared on his face, and for a moment...everything seemed perfect. Together with him, in his piano room, where invisible instruments accompanied his playing, they finally seemed like a happy couple. It was an idyllic, if not romantic image they created.
But of course, he could never forget, and she shouldn't either. She was jut a poor fly caught in his web. Soon enough, what would remain of her husk will become yet another addition to his collection.
Just like the others.
Still, he didn't want to eat her. Not yet, anyway...
"Quand...je la prends...dans mes bras.
Je lui par...les l'a tout bas...
Je vois la...vie en ro...se..."
His voice was baritone. It wasn't low, per se. His was rich, soft, soothing to the ears. She could feel herself drifting ever so slightly, but she wills herself to stay awake.
"Je..lui dit des...mots d'amour..."
Like a rusted machine, she turned her head to look around. Was she seeing things...or had he changed the interior again?
"Des mots de...tous les jours...
Et ça m' fait quelque chose..."
It wouldn't be unlike him. When she first came to this world, it reminded her very much of her old home in London. The old ivy-green wallpapers, the creaky wooden floors, and even the old commode drawer her mother gifted her on the day of her wedding.
She never thought she would see it again after they had to pawn it for money.
Now, it was probably stored away somewhere...like she would be soon.
"El...l'est entre dan mon couer...
Une part...de bonheur...
Don je connais la cause...."
She knew her time was coming.
The creature had grown bored of her. Tired of her . She had become too dull and lifeless for his tastes.
But how could he expect her to act alive when he has imprisoned her here?
She was like a flower. Without the sun, without love and tender care, she collapsed.
He demanded from her. Always demanded. But nothing she gave was enough. Even after she gave up her soul, handed her eyes to him...but not like she was any better, was she?
"C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui...dans la vie...
Je lui l'a dit, l'a jure...pour la vie..."
She was a fool.
To give up herself because he promised her everything. All his love and attention, all the jewelries and materialistic things she could possibly think of.
She only had this coming for making a bargain with the Devil.
"Et...dès que je...l'aperçois...
Alors je sens en moi mon...
Coeur...
Qui...
Bat..."
The song ended wistfully like a will o' wisp caught in the meadows. But now that the performance was over, the creature's attention had returned fully back to her.
She tried her best to avoid looking at his face, but even from her peripherals, it was difficult to ignore them. The pair of black-button-eyes hidden beneath the fringe of swaying black hair. His porcelain skin made them stand out all the more.
She resisted a shudder. His very appearance made her skin crawl.
"Did you enjoy the song, dear?"
She raised her head to look at him. Only then did she notice the dimple on his cheek from the large smile on his face. Someone was being awfully cheery today, and it made her wary.
"Granted, it isn't our love song, but I believe it's about time I sing something different, don't you think? After all, a new guest will be arriving soon."
Her eyes widened at his words. Well, they would have if she still had them instead of a pair of buttons. All she could do to express her disbelief was...silence.
"I know. I couldn't believe it as well when I first saw it, but alas...My familiars never lie."
Speak of the devil.
A large arachnid crawled its way past his shoulders and down his arms to his hand. Just seeing its needle-thin legs made the hairs on her neck stand.
The creature hummed as if he were listening to someone, but all she could see was the spider dancing away on top of his hand, moving sideways, backwards and forwards like it was trying to convey some kind of message.
"Hmm...I see."
Gone was the pleased smile on his face. Now, an irritated frown took its place, showcasing his displeasure at the sudden turn in events.
As curious as she was to know what the spider's message was, she couldn't bring herself to ask. She had become afraid of speaking or acting out of place. The consequences were too much. The stitches on her throat always reminded her.
"Looks like our guest will be...late."
The creature stood up ever so gracefully. It was odd, considering his monstrous height. Giants were usually awkward and lumbering in their movements, weren't they?
But then again, the giant in Jack and the Giant Beanstalk was truly titanic. A monster of both enormous length and width.
The creature in front of her? He was too thin, too...thorn-like. Not so different looking from the spider on his hand, really.
He sighed. "And I had everything ready and settled, too. What a shame."
Then, his black eyes shimmered. When they turned to look at her, however, she knew he had thought of nothing good. He only ever gets excited about bad things.
As he tap-tapped his fingers away on the smooth surface of the piano, he hummed.
"I suppose that is good news for you, dear." With a toothy grin, he revealed his sharp teeth. She could imagine what they would feel like sinking into her.
"Until [Name] isn't here yet, I still have use for you."
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The song is La Vie en Rose by Edith Piaf.
I had to make some changes to the lyrics. Deepest apologies for anyone who speaks French.
(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made as many Abnormalities into male humanoids as possible. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)
Pairing: L-Corp Agent x Big and Will Be Bad Wolf
Description: The Agent does instinct work on WAW-class Abnormality, F-02-58, also known as the 'Big and Will Be Bad Wolf', due to a chronic illness he has been having.
Word Count: 2000+
Note: From the perspective of the Wolf. Expect some vulgar language in his dialogue.
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"Meat," the Wolf-Man growled out through a clenched jaw. Like a cornered dog, he had his lips pulled back to show the human his large, canine teeth. "Haven't you ever heard of the Three Little Pigs? The Seven Kids?"
To his astoundment, the naïve little lamb dared to quirk a brow at him. It was as if they were looking at some anomaly rather than a renowned villain from famous Gothic tales. Of course, he can blame their boldness at his sheep disguise, but no one before ever deliberately pushed him into a corner like this. With his dark eyes now glowing a bright cobalt blue, they should have taken that as a warning to back off.
"I told you before," they said, brows furrowed. "It's not 'Meat'. It's '[Name]'. At leas try to call me that just once, please?"
The male scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't need to know the name of my food, Meat. I can call it however I please."
To that, the human simply sighed before taking another step forward. Immediately, he tensed once more. "I'm warning you, Meat."
To his relief, the human did step back.
So, they do still have some common sense in them, he sardonically mused.
He didn't stop glaring at them, however. Not until they were far enough away, until they were practically on the other side of the room. If they were any closer, he didn't feel safe.
But the truth was, he didn't trust that they were safe around him.
The Agent's brows furrowed in frustration. "Now, how am I supposed to do my job when I'm this far from you?"
"You did it yesterday. The agent before you just did it a while ago. Why not you?"
"That was..." The Agent pointed around the room, sputtering incomprehensible sounds.
Oh, he thought amused. Where they stuttering now? And they somehow expected him to understand them like this? It seemed like words had lost their value to them.
"I'm not here just to talk to you, you know! I'm here because I need to do an examination."
"Ex-ah-me-neigh-shun?" he enunciated the foreign word carefully.
"Yes. Like a check-up."
When the Wolf-Man continued to blankly stare at them, the Agent's cheeks turned into a weird shade of pink. The color was a delicious shade, enough to make his mouth water...
No. He shook the thought out of his head before returning his full attention to whatever this 'ex-uh-meh-nation' was.
"Oh." A look between shock and embarrassment overcame their face. "Do you even know what either of those words mean?"
He didn't reply, but it was enough of an answer to make the Agent facepalm.
"Alright. Well, uhm..." The human took a hesitant step closer. When he didn't growl, they took that as him granting permission. "...you need to...uhm...you need to take off your shirt, so I could...you know."
The Wolf-Man furrowed their brows. It was a rather curious reaction they were making. He would have angrily shouted at them to 'fuck off' for even telling him to undress, but their face made him go quiet.
"And why, exactly, should I do that?"
"Because if you don't, well...the Manager won't let me leave your containment, and—"
He raised his hand. He didn't need to hear them finish. He knew better than anyone what would happen if they don't leave him.
So, begrudgingly, he mumbled. "Fine. I'll undress myself."
"You only have to remove your—"
"I know, so shut it, Meat!"
With hesitant hands, he raised his hands to unbutton his shirt. He hadn't even noticed they were shaking until his fingers were fumbling at the tiny round button.
He wasn't insecure. If anyone ever told him that, he would laugh just before his annoyance and his pride lashes out at whoever was stupid enough to tell him that. He couldn't give two shits about what other people thought of his scars. Of course, he didn't want to be looked at with disgust, but...
Apologies, your royal highness, if my trophies of survival hurt your delicate little eyes. Should I gouge them out for you to stop seeing them?
Honorable as they were to have, it really did hurt to get these scars. Hardly anyone knew about the ones hidden beneath his shirt and tattered pants. He just seemed too bloody easygoing for anyone to have guessed that. That wasn't even a part of his disguise, he was just genuinely nice unless you piss him off, that is. But something about this human always pushed him over the edge. He never had to tug his own leash this much around someone before.
'If it's a problem, eat it.' That was his motto. But for some reason, he didn't want to apply that solution to this little lamb.
They should be fucking grateful that I'm doing this, the Wolf-Man mumbled under his breath. Hell! They should be bloody happy that I still haven't eaten them.
Now irritated by his own thoughts, he snapped at them. "Happy?"
The human jumped up a little from his loud voice. For a moment, she thought a gust of wind had been blown at her, but it was probably just her imagination.
"Uh...yes?"
The Abnormality deadpanned. Only then did they realize that it was a rhetorical question.
"Well, anyway! Let's just get this over with as fast as possible."
"You won't hear me complain."
The little lamb took some hesitant steps closer to him. He didn't move, or react. Instead, he stood rigidly still to tell them that he wasn't going to do anything. When they felt certain that he truly won't, they became more confident in their strides.
As they did so, the human couldn't help but look at...well, all of him. Countless scars covered his toned chest and arms, from the old, peachy faded ones, to the scars that were still vibrant and reddish in color. Scratches, bite marks, gashes, and stab wounds were only a few of the which that the Agent recognized, but the rest were inexplicable. The Agent didn't doubt that there were many more hidden on his back and lower body.
But there was a single prominent scar that stood out from the rest. One that the Wolf-Man noticed and knew they would look at.
It was his stigma. His greatest mistake. That wretched Mercenary's brand on him.
Even now, he could vividly feel the memory as though his stomach had just been cleaved open. The image of himself bleeding out, his guts strewn out of him, and the countless people who want him dead...
"To answer your question from earlier, no, I haven't."
He raised a brow, making the little lamb sigh in thought.
"I meant that I have never read about you before. And those stories? I couldn't have read any of them since I'm from the Backstreets. You know, the shittiest place you could ever live in the City," they laughed, bitterly. "The first time I ever heard of you was here...in this facility...when you were contained for the first time."
The memory of being detained created a sour taste on his tongue, but oddly, the little lamb seemed to be rather fond of the memory.
"Oh, right! My job! Actually, part of the reason why I was told to do an examination on you is because you have been reported to be experiencing...chronic indigestion?"
"That's not something you can fix," he bluntly said. "And frankly, I never asked."
The lamb's lips parted slightly. He expected her to argue with him, to persuade him to get 'medical help' or whatever it was these flocks of sheep liked to call it. But to his surprise, he only heard them say: "Does it still hurt though?"
He grinned, but there wasn't any mirth behind them. If anything, it looked more like a snarl, with how full of bloodlust his cobalt eyes were. "Of course, it fucking does. What do you think bloating, vomiting, and constant stomachaches feel like?"
The little lamb winced. "Unpleasant?"
He chuckled. "If that's really what you think, then imagine if I told you how I got my stomach and intestines fucked up. Now, that is unpleasant."
Much to his amazement—and confusion—the human genuinely looked uncomfortable. Sure, they laughed along, but that was obviously out of courtesy rather than genuine humor. If he wasn't so perceptive, he would have called himself crazy for thinking that his food pitied him.
"Well...I know for sure that you don't want medical help, so I'm not going to bother asking you for permission to do an X-Ray on you. To be honest, I don't think you need it since the cause is pretty obvious."
With that, they looked down at his scar once more, and made that face again. "I don't like this, but ultimately, it is your call whether or not we do something about your...'digestion' problems."
"Didn't you say your Manager won't let you leave if you don't do your job?"
The lamb shyly scratched the back of their neck. "I mean...I could just lie? Or better yet, I could tell the Manager you didn't like it. I'm pretty sure he would rather let your health issues continue so long as it doesn't affect your enkephalin production."
To that, the Wolf-Man frowned. He already didn't like the Manager before, but now? He absolutely loathed him. Does he really think he's just some domestic animal he can farm shit from?
At least the Lamb was different from their Shepherd. Maybe he was being too trusting, too vulnerable...but perhaps this one actually cared?
He bit his tongue.
Shut that out, right now, you idiot.
Tasting the rancid taste of his blood, he turned his back on the human. "So, you're done, yeah?"
The human frowned, surprised by his sudden change in tone. By this point, they must be wondering how he could swing from one emotion to another like a fucking pendulum. Honestly, even he wasn't sure the answer to that.
"Yes. I just need to—"
"Then do that and get out. I'm tired of your face, voice, and smell. My prison cell is going to reek of your disgusting stench for hours."
"Uhm...do you want me to have someone check on the ventilation? Or—"
"Just get out of here."
He heard the human stepped back. He expected them to be finally afraid of him as they rightfully should But when he looked at their face, it wasn't fear they were trying to contain behind their eyes.
It was pain.
"Alright. I will." They looked away, no doubt to hide the tears pooling up in their eyes. "I'm sorry for wasting your time."
The Wolf watched them walk for the door, which had now opened to let them out. Whatever they did just seconds ago, it must have been to report that she had finished her work here.
He waited until the door slid close to drop himself on the floor. That was...exhausting. And not in the way he enjoyed. This wasn't the muscle fatigue that he got whenever he fought with nuisances like hunters and mercenaries. He was just drained in his entirety, and he didn't even get any fun from it.
Stupid Meatbag, he scowled just before he tried to swipe his claws at the walls. It left a deep scratch mark, but he doubted he could just beat his way out this facility. If it were that easy, then he should have heard of anyone escaping this place.
But as much as he tried to think of a plan to escape this facility and eating every single human he encounters on the way, his mind inevitably returned to them. He hated how his chest wrenched in pain at the thought of them. It was fucking hypocritical given how much he was drooling at imagining their taste, the feeling of their warm flesh sliding down his throat.
They were nice, but...he didn't need them to be nice. He never wanted them to get close, to feel like they could trust him, to think that he was anything other than some monster, Abnormality, or whatever it was they called him.
He was trying his hardest. He didn't want to hurt them.
But he had to be cruel. If he didn't, he could have done something much, much worse.
(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made as many Abnormalities into male humanoids as possible. A lot of OOC and fanon are to be expected.)
Pairing: [Insert] x Nothing There
Warning: body horror, gore, and maybe an excessive use of human anatomical words
Description: When it first came to the facility, it looked just like an ordinary dog, much like Ppodae, so they classified it as TETH. But then, the first Agent fatality to it happened, and suddenly, it began to look more...humanoid in its body parts. Now identified as an ALEPH, the Manager now only sends the best, but not too valuable Agents to its containment unit. You were one of them.
Word Count: <2000
Inspired by the horror movie, 'The Thing', and a certain Anon's request.
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When it first came into the facility, it had taken the form of a beautiful, Norwegian husky.
Everyone had assumed the new Abnormality was going to be like Ppodae. Adorable, seemingly harmless, but actually capable of causing serious damage.
But then, the first Agent working on it died.
John, who was the Agent sent to work on O-06-20 thereafter, witnessed and reported what the Abnormality did to its victims. The 'husky' was gnawing on the arm of the deceased, and not long after, a human arm sprouted from its head.
The Abnormality's classification was changed from TETH to ALEPH.
Agent [Name] feared working on the new Abnormality. After all, there was hardly anything known about it. No one knew why its Qlipoth dropped. The Agent's stats weren't exactly low, but it was understandably too low for an ALEPH.
In [Name]'s recent skills test, they passed the highest in Fortitude and Suppression, but their results for Temperament and Prudence were awful.
Overall, it wasn't...bad, but...they just hoped it wasn't Attachment work they will be sent to do for this creature.
But of course, it ended up being anything but what they hoped for.
When [Name] first saw O-06-20, it looked anything but what they expected it to based on previous work logs. The only semblance it had to a dog was the way it stood quadrupedally. But other than that, it looked nothing like a canine.
To put it simply, this creature shouldn't exist. Yet here it was, a grotesque patchwork of human body parts. Its mere existence made them want to gag.
The Thing tilted its...'head'...curiously. Its human tongue lolling out of its very human mouth like a dog. It even breathed like one.
Though it had not done anything threatening, [Name] was already terrified. Unlike their experience with other Abnormalities, they were able to maintain their resolve because they saw it for what it truly was. Meanwhile, this creature only showed what became of its victims. Simply put, no one knows what this thing truly looks like.
And they were supposed to befriend this thing?
Against their survival instincts, they kneeled on one leg.
"Hey there..." They looked at the 'dog,' wondering what it would prefer to be called. "...boy?"
They had already been expecting the worse to happen, but to their surprise, the dog thing barked. Or at least, the closest a human throat could produce the sound.
It ran across the room to leap at them before standing on its hind legs to lick their hands, arm, neck, and whatever it could reach.
They weren't going to lie, it was a very cute gesture, but it was easily ruined when they realized it was a human tongue licking them.
Keep calm, keep calm, they thought as they continued petting its 'head'. But since it had skin instead of fur, it was more like a forehead massage.
At least this Abnormality is like a dog...it should be easy enough to befriend, right?
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Next time they were called to work on O-06-20, [Name] thought it would be good to play fetch with the Abnormality. Of course, it wasn't like they had any wooden sticks lying around, so they had to make do with the facility's equipment; ballpens, pencils, plastic spoons, whatever they could collect a lot of.
And they were right. The Thing really enjoyed playing fetch. It had been wagging an intestine around—probably its 'tail'—non-stop ever since they entered the containment unit.
Soon enough, this became something of a routine for them. A fun little game that O-06-20 only got to play with the Agent. But it was pretty evident that the Thing had other interests. One day, it saw its reflection on a metal spoon and it stared.
It was...unnerving. For a moment, [Name] thought it was going to deprive itself of air since she stopped hearing it panting. It even pulled its tongue back into its mouth. Its face never looked so human until now.
"Buddy?"
The Agent walked towards the Abnormality. It was odd. They felt concerned, an emotion they never thought they would feel for an animalistic abomination.
O-06-20 began to whine, and it made [Name]'s heart crack. It really did sound like a puppy. They couldn't help but sit down beside their little buddy and pet it. Disgusting as it was, they couldn't ignore its pained cries.
For the first time, [Name] pulled the creature to lay its head on their lap. They didn't stop petting it until its crying stopped.
If this was all they had to do to keep O-06-20 happy, then they were more than happy with this arrangement. With time, they would get used to its appearance. They just need to keep thinking of it as a dog. An ugly, malformed, dangerous dog, but a cute one.
Of course, if containing an ALEPH-class was as easy as running a dog shelter, Lobotomy Corporation wouldn't have such a high death rate, wouldn't it?
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Just the day after that, Agent [Name] was called to work on O-06-20 once again. It seemed like they became someone important when it came to handling the Abnormality.
But after that moment they had together, when they spent nearly an hour just sitting there on the ground, the thing calming down on their lap as they massaged its head, a...protective feeling of sorts began to sprout within them.
They didn't realize it was there until they realized how much they wanted to return to their little buddy's containment unit.
Is it still alright? Why did it suddenly cry like that, I wonder...did it hate how it looked?
Because of this new development in their relationship with the Abnormality, they were now skipping down the hallways. This was like having a pet. A disgusting and horrifying-looking one, but at least it genuinely bonded with people...unlike Ppodae.
Wait, O-06-20 is everything that Ppodae isn't.
That thought made them smile. They really didn't like that dog.
But their moment of happiness was short-lived. Because the moment the doors to O-06-20's containment unit opened, the first thing they saw was the color red.
The floors and walls had been painted into a grotesque artwork of blood. Shredded skin and clumps of hair was strewn about the unit like clothes in a changing room. It was as if the person that was once inside of them tore itself apart out of out frustration.
Their throat stung from the vomit, but [Name] swallowed it down.
It's fine. Everything is just fine. Haven't I seen plenty of this already? This is an ALEPH-class Abnormality, so of course this was inevitable.
But even knowing that, their legs still felt wobbly. Walking never became so terrifying...especially since tripping would mean falling into this bloodbath.
Amidst all of this, [Name] still had a job to do. Even though the smell burnt their throat, even though the tears in their eyes were becoming difficult to hold back, they must look for the Abnormality.
This could only mean two things. Either the creature wasn't here anymore, and people are already dying without much to their oblivion. Or...it is still here.
But why couldn't they see the little guy?
C r o a k .
[Name] snapped their attention to the pile of mangled flesh and torn bodies. What the hell was that?
C r o a k . . .
They nearly tripped as they clamored away from the mound. The Thing was there...but it no longer looked like their little buddy.
When a man emerged from the pile, [Name] should have felt relieved to see that someone survived. But there was just something unnaturally wrong to his movement.
For one thing, one of his feet was facing the wrong direction...yet he continued to walk as if he couldn't feel it. Now that they thought about it, they had seen the Abnormality break its bones countless times before, yet they didn't seem to react. So, was that popping from its fractured bones?
The 'Man' snapped towards them, as in literally snapped their neck just to look at them. Because of that reckless action, their neck was now bent at a painfully sharp angle, yet it didn't cease moving.
Their mind tried to recall everything they have ever read about the Abnormality. It used to look like a husky, but after the first Agent death within its containment, it suddenly grew an arm...Does this thing..?
Horrified by the revelation, the Agent looked at the door from the corner of their eye. Closed.
Damn it, they really won't let me leave until I finish what I came here for!
With every bit of courage they could muster, they faced their little buddy head on. It wasn't so little anymore...and it was undeniably more human looking now...but if it retained its doggy behavior even after it grew an arm, it should remember them...right?
It was now just a few feet from them. They wanted to run away from it, wanted to stay as far away as possible from 'him'. But that would be pointless. No matter what, they would be trapped here unless the Manager lets them go.
The 'Man' was now standing in front of him.
The Agent gulped. This close to him, they could see their bloodshot eyes, the fractured bone beneath the skin of their neck, and how deathly pale they were.
Because he is dead, they corrected themselves. And the thing simply wore their body.
They couldn't tell how it was feeling. Was he seeing them as a friend or foe? Do they even recognize me still? How much of my little buddy changed?
Are they still there?
"Hi there." They forced the corner of their lips to pull up. "Did you miss me...Buddy?"
As if recognizing the name, his eyes widened. Was he surprised that I still recognized him? they wondered.
They chuckled, but it was more of a nervous laugh. "Uhm...I see that you did a little wardrobe change here. But isn't this a little too...much?"
It was a pitiful attempt at humor. If the Abnormality was still just as smart as a dog, then it shouldn't be able to read their body language well. Otherwise, it would know just how terrified they were.
Would it kill me if I run away from it?
To counter their nervousness, they reached a hand towards the 'Man'. They had always touched the Abnormality as the dog creature, but in this form?
Changing their mind, they pulled back their hand when suddenly, he grabbed their wrist.
Whether they were doing it purposefully or not, his nails dug painfully into their flesh. He was holding onto it so firmly that it hurt just to move their arm.
The Agent closed their eyes, allowing the tears fall. They were going to die now, they were certain of it. Soon as they saw the mound of meat, their likelihood of survival had plummeted, and now, they were going to be the Abnormality's next outfit, food, or whatever it was the thing did to its kills.
The only thing they could wish for now was a quick, painless death. But—
Their eyes snapped open at the sensation of cracked lips touching their wrist. The 'Man' brought their hands close to them...so it could lick them.
Disgusted, they jumped up from the red trail their bloody tongue left behind, but as soon as his pale eyes met theirs, they froze.
The 'Man' then pulled them closer to him. They let him do it. What else could they do, really? They were too stunned, too frightened, too confused to understand him. And if they didn't understand him, how would they be able to suppress this situation?
Fortunately however, he only did it to continue what he was doing on the crook of their neck before nuzzling his way to their cheeks.
Although the tongue felt different...the gesture was familiar.
Ah...oh, god.
The realization crashed on them like a tidal wave.
Their little buddy didn't know how to act like a human.
~~~~~ End ~~~~~
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I was supposed to write headcanons for Nothing There, but in the midst of my imaginations, I ended up being inspired to write a three-act tragedy about an Abnormality trying to be someone its Darling could love.
There is nothing overtly yandere about this yet, but that's because I'm not finished with Nothing There, quite yet.
