Do you have a thing for humans? Have you always dreamed of seeing one with your very own eyes? Now is your chance! We’ve just made the impossible achievable, turned fiction into reality: a genuine human is waiting for you!
You cross your legs and tap your arm nervously, eyeing the clock on the wall. In a few moments, you will be entering the grand stage.
Surely you must've skipped some steps. Most people start with dating apps, or smile particularly long at the barista signing their coffee cup. They don't just...star in a live show.
You never expected to be part of this nonsense, either. One day, you woke up with an invitation in your mail, asking you to be a bachelor for a new TV series. Why you, of all people? You're just an average person, living the average life. Perhaps that's exactly it, you thought at the time. You're more relatable to the audience.
Everything has been vague, shrouded in mystery. This should've convinced you to turn around, but the intrigue was too great: would you be matched with others? What kind of people were going participate? Where was this going to be aired, even? The channel they named was nowhere to be found. You've scoured the Internet, searching for CreatureTV, with no results.
Finally, you hear the ring, signaling your entrance. The grand doors open, and you're briefly blinded by the flood of spotlights. As your eyes accustom to the scene, you cannot help the silent gasp escaping your mouth.
Behind the stands, monstrous creatures and unholy beasts soar all the way to the tall ceilings. Disheveled werewolves, alien aberrations, eldritch horrors; tentacles slither across the floor, claws dig into the neatly decorated barriers.
"Could it be?" one monster remarks, fat strings of drool pouring out of its fanged mouth.
"A human! It truly is a human!"
You can only stare back in terror at the hundreds of eyes hungrily devouring you. As you unconsciously take a step back, the doors slam shut, nonchalant to your growing confusion.
"Fellas, take a step back!" the host shouts, slapping his scaly hand against the table. "It's a fragile one, you see? We don't want any accidents."
He takes a moment to clear his throat, then continues:
"As promised, this is the human you will be competing for. It's up to you to win (Y/N)'s heart. You already know the rules, I'm certain"
Me as my brain has a sudden idea at 2 in the am while trying to sleep:
Seriously beautiful mermay idea!
Gender neutral swamp ranger reader working on a federally protected swamp, has to deal with multiple yandere merfolk daily that call the place home as part of their job.
Charlie: Smelly loser leech boy. Whenever he catches dear ranger reader he fucks them slowly and reverently, and only takes a lil blood, likes to leave hickeys.
Oakie: A sweet but horny frogtaur, upper humanoid half, frog bottom half. Very excitable, kinda like a puppy when he sees reader. Fucks into reader fast and hard.
Stomp: Big buff himbo gator man. Fucks reader hard and slow. Likes to leave reader gaped and leaking his cum.
If reader ever tried to leave their job they'd drag them back to the swamp. They aren't too competitive with one another and can happily share reader between the three of them, reader must go through each of their territories daily as part of their job so daily fucking by all 3 is common.
(I'm sorry it took me so long, I realized I wanted to participate in Kinktober after my ask box filled up with requests, then life got crazy, I moved, started a new job, got a baby (cat)..) CW: Gang bang, GN!Reader, multiple penetration, licking, both male and female partners, abduction, monster fuckers, non-con, forced oral, non human genitalia, urination
It's been two months since (Reader) fell.
They wondered if anyone had noticed they were missing.
Had their boss called the police? Maybe the apartment manager when (Reader) failed to pay their rent?
It didn't matter.
No one would ever find them.
There was a trail leading through a large patch of woods behind (Reader's) hometown that they often enjoyed hiking, but a couple of months ago (Reader) had made the mistake of traveling too far off from the trail. The young adult quickly became lost in the thicket, getting turned around as the sun went down. Then, they fell.
The hole seemed to go on forever, and they would have died, or at least broken something important, if a pile of soft bedding hadn't cushioned their landing.
"My, my, my.. what little snack has fallen into my chamber?"
(Reader) struggled in the mass of leaves and furs, frightened and disoriented from their sudden descent into the earth. But before they could sink deeper into the remains of animals unfortunate enough to have fallen before them, (Reader) was hoisted into the air by a strong hand clenching a fistful of their sweater. A giant creature larger than a suped up truck held (Reader) at eye level.
"Oh? What a cute little snack." The feminine voice echoed through (Reader's) skull. Whatever it was that now had (Reader) captive looked like a human woman that had a bug grow to a horrific size within her; soft pieces of human like flesh stretched out over a hard exoskeleton, tearing in multiple spots.
An exposed, human like skull molding into mandibles was presented as her face, with insect eyes lodged within it's sockets.
Because of the unrealistic, dreamlike scenario (Reader) found themselves in, they responded numbly, "Please don't eat me." It wasn't confidence that kept their voice from quaking, but shock.
Their request seemed to amuse the monstrous woman. She chuckled loudly, both within (Reader's) mind in a beautiful laugh and from her metal-like chest. The sound that reverberated from her body sounded like a knife being drug across a pipe. Her strong hand shifted, moving from (Reader's) sweater, holding them up like a kitten by their scruff, to cradling (Reader) against her bare chest. The chest was flat and without breast tissue, but it still felt effeminate to (Reader). Perhaps it was because of the soft curves above her hips, or the slender shape of her nape, but it made (Reader) feel almost embarrassed, exposed, in the nude woman's embrace.
The parts that resembled human flesh were cold like a corpse, chilled from the hard insides. Her skin was a dulled earthy color, and the longer (Reader) was pressed against it, the more the reality of their situation sank into their mind, transforming the numbness into paralyzing fear. And the monster holding (Reader) gently to her bosom smelled the change in their sweat, further entertaining her.
"Do I frighten you, little one?" Her hypnotizing voice that telepathically sang into (Reader's) head spoke in unison with the actual voice of screeching, ear piercing scraping of sharp plates.
(Reader) went rigid. This wasn't a dream. This was real. Their limbs involuntarily shook. How should the respond? What could they say in this situation?
"No." They lied. They didn't know how they found the strength to speak, but the lie tumbled out before they could clamp their mouth tight.
Another laugh rocked (Reader's) weak heart within their rib cage.
"How sweet.." An abnormally long, mostly armored finger stroked (Reader's) face. "You lie to the Queen.."
(Reader) was laid down upon what they assumed to be the Queen's bed, a more organized stack of furs and leaves. The Queen stood above (Reader), giving them a better view of her body. She had two sets of arms attached to a slender abdomen, with no belly button, her gently rounded stomach ended in a strange split at her pelvis( what (Reader) guessed to be her genitals), and from her hips were very large, inhumanly shaped thighs, without any skin texture, attached to rough and bumpy legs bent backwards and elongated, ending in insect like feet.
"Shall I eat you, little one?"
(Reader) began to tear up, feeling their bladder about to betray them. Their thighs quivered under the pressure of their fear.
"Or.. shall I keep you?" The Queen's upper hands traveled up over her chest, caressing herself, as her lower pair made circles on her lower stomach, inching closer to her exposed slit.
A horrified noise escaped (Reader's) nose as they felt warmth leak out, soiling their pants. The adult began silently sobbing, heaving as they failed at holding in both their crying and their urine. Before them, the Queen seemed to become excited, her antenna twitching as the air filled with (Reader's) scent, one only she could detect. Animalistic and hungry, she fell onto her hands and what appeared to be knees, crawling over (Reader) and tearing off their bottoms with unnatural strength.
(Reader's) body was revealed against their will, and they could no longer hold back their terrified screams. Their hollering didn't phase the woman as she felt their piss stained underwear. Her skeleton like fingers ripped open their wet fabric, purring as she investigated the human body, a reproductive body unlike her own. And it aroused her.
"You are an adult.. I can smell it.." Her mandibles opened, revealing a human like bottom jaw, with sharp, carnivorous teeth, and a long tongue dripping with saliva.
(Reader) couldn't fight back; their struggling didn't budge the Queen as she lowered her mouth onto (Reader's) wet lower half. Her long muscle explored (Reader's) warmth, before finding their ass. The skin on (Reader's) fists scraped and bled as they weakly beat the Queen's head, begging her to stop as her tongue entered their clenched hole.
"Stop!" Their screams fell on deaf ears as the organ seemed to elongate, pressing up even further into (Reader's) colon painfully. It pulsated as she tasted (Reader), breathing in deeply as she did so, relishing in their scent.
Her exposed septum rubbed against (Reader's) most sensitive place, exciting their nerves against their wishes. They fought against it, but their body began to feel pleasure despite (Reader's) emotional anguish. And the Queen could taste it.
The change in (Reader's) smell spurred on the creature, speeding up her movements as she fucked (Reader) with her tongue faster, enjoying the leaking fluids mixing with (Reader's) pee. Their stomach muscles tightened as their climax built.
......................................
(Reader) cried out a pathetic "No!" as they came into the Queen's mouth, writhing under her as their muscles spasmed.
But the Queen wasn't done with them yet..
Two months later, and (Reader) was glued to the Queen's side. Her new favorite mate, she never let (Reader) further than an arm's distance away from her, regardless of what she was doing. (Reader) had to be present for some of the most disturbing activities they had ever seen, including the Queen laying eggs. The Queen often told (Reader) that they were (Reader's) children as well, frightening (Reader) as well as confusing them. It was impossible, (Reader) thought, but they never saw the Queen mating with other monsters.
And there were other monsters.
Males and females, all significantly smaller than the Queen, hitting about (Reader's) height, who would occasionally enter the Queen's chambers to retrieve the eggs or bring food for the Queen and (Reader). Each creature was just as disgusting as their queen, with flesh stretched uncomfortably across ant like bodies. But it wasn't their anatomy that disgusted (Reader) the most: it was the way they stared at them. Monsters unable to blink, they never turned away from (Reader's) face whenever they entered the room. (Reader) didn't know what they were thinking, and wasn't sure if they wanted to know.
But they couldn't take it any more.
The Queen hardly slept, not needing to sleep as often as (Reader) did, only sleeping once since (Reader) fell, but when she did, she was out. Out hard enough where she was practically dead to the world.
And it seemed as though it was time for her to sleep again.
(Reader) stood by the drowsy Queen, naked. Their clothes were destroyed after their arrival, and the creatures had no need for clothing, so nothing was available to replace their hoodie and pants. It was a discomfort that (Reader) never got over.
"I shall see you soon, little one.." The Queen clicked softly as she curled up into the bedding.
'I'd rather die.' (Reader) bitterly thought, scrunching up their nose to prevent themselves from snarling like a caged animal. Although they did their best to keep their hatred off of their face, the Queen chuckled, seemingly taking joy in (Reader's) rage.
'You won't be laughing for long..'
They waited for what they hoped was an hour after the Queen passed out, trying to count the seconds down without the aide of a clock or ability to see the sky. Then, they took their chance.
On all fours, muscles sore from lack of use, body weak from nearly constant abuse, (Reader) crawled as silently as they could out of the den, unaware of the bemused twitch of the Queen's antenna.
They were silent, breathing such shallow breaths that (Reader) felt light headed.
But what they didn't account for was the stench.
(Reader's) tender sex and ass smelled of their's and the Queen's intimacy, even though (Reader) couldn't smell it, the rest of the hive certainly did.
As they snuck through the halls, the hive were alerted immediately of (Reader's) departure by the telepathic Queen, and were on the hunt for (Reader), following their smell.
It only took one to see (Reader's) cute little behind as they pathetically tried to crawl past for every member of the hive to know where (Reader) was, and for every worker not actively caring for younger members to immediately beeline for (Reader's) location.
And it didn't take long, for (Reader) to become hopelessly lost.
Panic began to fill their lungs and suffocate the poor captive.
"It is you!" A raspy voice exclaimed behind (Reader), startling a yelp out of the human. A male stood behind (Reader) with his hands clawing at his chest as if to steady his heart.
Fright rocked (Reader) to the core. "Please don't kill me.." They muttered nervously, already spun around on their knees to beg for their life.
The worker didn't seem to be listening, his antenna rapidly flicking about as he rambled under his breath.
"So sweet.. so cute.. so soft.. our mate.."
From his pelvis an endophallus emerged, pointed at (Reader's) face. The realization of (Reader's) fate caused a surge of adrenaline, propelling them in the opposite direction, running as fast as they could move their legs.
As they ran they heard voices down every corridor they passed, chanting words of love and attraction for their "mate". There seemed to be no escape; each hall (Reader) nearly turned down had voices calling out for them. They continued trying to run where there were no sounds, but eventually found themselves in a giant room of furs and leaves:
(Reader) had stumbled upon the sleeping chambers of the adult workers.
Tears filled their eyes as the room began to fill from multiple entrances with workers excitedly crying out for (Reader).
"It is!-"
"Our mate!-"
"Finally!-"
They wasted no time pulling (Reader) to the ground, ready to prove their love for their Queen's favorite mate.
As (Reader) opened their mouth to scream a long tongue entered and thrust itself deep into their throat. Choking and gagging, they were too busy trying to push the creature kissing them away to cover up their lower half. Like a dog pile, (Reader) was swarmed from all sides.
The workers fought one another just for the chance to touch (Reader). The second a crevice on their body was violated by a sharp inhuman dick, rubbing wherever they could reach, the creature would be thrown off, replacing the cock for a tongue or a hand. Sharp fingers massaged (Reader's) swollen body as every every hole was filled and every fold caressed. The long tongue was exchanged for a monstrous dick, but even that cold metallic-like phallus suffocating (Reader) was replaced by a female's vaginal slit as soon as the male filled (Reader's) stomach with a sticky liquid.
There was so much being touched at once that (Reader) couldn't focus on all the ways they were being assaulted.
If their ass was getting rammed by a cock, and their mouth was occupied by something else, with no holes available the creatures found other ways to fuck (Reader); folding their arms and knees and masturbating into the folds of their soft flesh; using (Reader's) hands like dildos and forcing (Reader) to enter their bodies; licking the sweat off of whatever body part they could reach while touching themselves impatiently.. Even the shallow button of their naval was molested by prodding tongues and fingers.
(Reader) was painted over and over again by fluids. All the while, the monsters would sing praises for (Reader) between their panting, grunts and moans. There seemed to be no end, with dozens of men pumping warm slime into (Reader's) stomach and ass while women rode out their orgasms on (Reader's) body.
Everything went black at one point, passing out due to a combination of a lack of air and exhaustion.
But when (Reader) woke up, they found that their body was still being used as a cum dump for another wave of workers. Their body was past the point of over stimulation, incapable of pleasure. It was pulsating electricity rolling across their abdominal muscles, contracting without (Reader's) permission.
They didn't know how long they were passed around for, but it was impossible to keep track of the number of monsters taking turns using (Reader's) body. Blood was dripping out of every orifice asking with cum and arousal fluid, the sharpness of their big like cocks and the hardness of the women's pelvises tearing (Reader's) body both inside and out.
The last thought (Reader) had before going completely dumb, was wishing that they hadn't left the Queen's side..
(A/N again, I'm so sorry it took so long! And that my drafts wouldn't let me edit your story anymore 😭 I hope you see this, Ant Anon!)
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Vinny was a lot less sure of this once she saw all the other… people who lived in the house. It was one thing to understand, intellectually that she was going to be the only human, and the only woman in the house. I was another thing to be faced by a number of large males, any of whom could end her life without trying. It looked like they all had assigned seating. Vinny watched them start unpacking the food. It was a lot of food.
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
Vinny jumped. The voice behind her was deep with an accent that was really weird hybrid of Scottish and Texas. She turned and came boobs to belt buckle with a minotaur. While she stared up at him in shock, he eased past her and took a seat at the table. The drider dropped from the ceiling and slid into one of the other seats. Vinny came over to the table and considered the last two chairs. Then she looked at Bazur.
“Which one is Kevin?”
Something bumped into the backs of her calves, making her wobble and dance to the side. A small truck walked past her and jumped into one of the remaining chairs.
“Huh.” she said, finally as she took the last seat.
“What?” rumbled the orc, as he watched her through narrowed eyes. The tusks meant that orcs always looked like they were frowning, but the wrinkled brow suggested that he was actually frowning.
Vinny cleared her throat and accepted the fried rice the minotaur was passing her. “I, um, I’ve never… “ She stopped and tried again, “Mimics are rare. I’ve never actually seen - met one before. I was half convinced that was just some prank you pulled to see how people would react.
Kevin opened his lid and reached out a midnight black arm holding a pair of chopsticks.
Vinny realized she was staring. She blinked and looked over to see the minotaur patiently holding a carton of lemon chicken in her direction. She hurried to take some rice so she could pass it along and take the chicken. “I don’t suppose you would take a moment to introduce yourselves?”
They all froze and looked at her like she had grown a second head.
“Ok. I’ll start. Hi! I’m Vinny. I’m in my fourth year of biochem at the local U.”
No one said anything. They all just stared.
Vinny cleared her throat. ‘If you can’t be bothered because I didn’t pass the interview, it’s ok to tell me that. I would rather know.”
The mostly normal looking guy sitting to her left said, “Haven’t we scared you off yet? You smell scared.”
Vinny narrowed her eyes. “That would make you …” she drew out the last syllable as she racked her brain then blurted out, “Derick” a moment before he did.
Derick smirked, “See! You didn’t need introductions after all!”
The minotaur cleared his throat. “We can be polite, we are just out of practice. I’m Tristan.”
Vinny nodded. The rest of the men introduced themselves after that, except for Kevin who was busy shoveling food into his mouth and Thea who just waved shyly.
Vinny sighed.
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“No! Absolutely not!”
Vinny took a deep breath and considered her mom across the breakfast table. Her little brother was snickering into his milk. “I really did investigate every other possibility before I applied and-”
“And that’s another thing! You went there by yourself? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? What if something had happened?”
Now Vinny narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. “I took Jenn with me. And you don’t like this solution? Fine! Tell me how this is supposed to work?”
“You can take a cab home.”
“Really? After hours rates would be $40 a trip, twice a week for fifteen weeks a semester. That’s like $1200 a term. You flat out refused to let me take Uber at that time of night. Which is worse? Random, stranger driving an Uber at 10:30 at night? Or a ex-military orc who was honourably discharged? And you get to know exactly who the orc is and you can give his very specific details to the cops if I go missing.”
“I don’t like this, Vincenzia! We can get someone to pick you up.”
“Ma! Who? You need to be home with JJ-”
Vinny’s little brother looked up from his cereal and said, “Hey! I can take care of myself!”
They both ignored him. “You can’t load him into a car at 10:00 on a school night to drive the half hour trip to campus. You going to leave him here, alone for the hour minimum that it is going to take to pick me up? And that’s ignoring that you don’t like driving at night. And that you have to be up at five thirty to be at work on time.”
They glared at each other. Everyone said it was easy to see where Vinny got her tenacity from.
“It’s Saturday. Kogan is coming to church with us tomorrow and we are invited over there for brunch so you can meet the guys and see where I’ll be staying and everything.”
Valerie Jovani narrowed her eyes. “I thought you said you were going to be the cook. How are we going to go for brunch at their house if they don’t cook?’ She asked the question like a poker player laying down an ace.
Vinny shrugged, “It doesn’t matter if they feed us pop tarts and beer, the brunch isn’t the point.”
“No, the point is that you are not moving into a house with a bunch of men. You are not Snow White, they are not the seven dwarves.”
“Does that make you the evil queen?” JJ asked with his mouth full.
Mrs Jovani was stunned into silence for long enough for Vinny to make her get away.
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Vinny knew this wasn’t going to work as soon as Kogan pulled up to their church riding a Road Hawg Orc motorcycle. It was big. It was loud. It was built for a seven foot, three hundred pound plus rider. He removed a helmet that had a stylized orc skull on the side. He pulled off a pair of sunglasses and tucked them into the pocket of his worn leather jacket. He looked a little better when he took off the jacket to reveal a blue dress shirt and navy tie. Except...
“Well, bless me father for I have sinned, ” it was muttered darkly under her breath, but it still wasn’t something Vinny wanted to hear from her Aunt Toni.
Val tried to be subtle as she kicked her sister in the shins.
Toni turned on her heels and made eye contact with her sister as she mouthed, “oh my god he is hot.”
Vinny rolled her eyes. Yeah. Kogan knew how to fill out a shirt. And the slight paunch somehow just made his shoulders look broader. This was not the reaction she was hoping for.
She wasn't pleased when Aunt Toni invited herself to brunch. Jesus.
At least Kogan knew the words. And when to stand and sit during mass. She almost died during the sign of peace when JJ pushed up Kogan’s sleeve and announced, “Whoa! Cool rosary tattoo dude!”
Brunch was in the garden. It was crepes and fruit with whipped cream. Everyone was dressed up. Sort of. Bazur was at least wearing pants. Thea was wearing a brown tartan bow tie and a polo shirt. He wasn’t wearing anything else, but clothing was also optional for driders. It might have been better if JJ hadn’t asked if he could pet the drider. Vinny grabbed his arm and dragged him a way to explain that his had just asked to rub the nice man’s ass. JJ thought that was hilarious.
Aunt Toni spent entirely too much time staring at Tristan thoughtfully.
Vinny felt like she spent the whole time trying to wrangle her family so they wouldn’t be completely rude to her potential bosses.
OMG! Aunt Toni just slowly sucked whipped cream off her finger while making heavy eye contact with Tristan. Vinny was on her way over to have words with her aunt when the woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat and blushed.
Val frowned from across the table, “You ok, Toni?”
Vinny watched as her aunt started to fan herself, “Hot flash,” Toni announced. “I’ll be fine in a moment.” The last word came out as a squeek.
Vinny felt the blood drain from her face as she looked around and couldn’t find Kevin. She looked at Bazur in horror. He blinked, then quickly shook his head and pointed to a side table where JJ had set his orange juice. Vinny marched over picked up the glass and muttered, “Come with me if you want to live,” under her breath. She didn’t wait to see if it was going to work but after a few steps she heard the pitter patter of mimic feet behind her. She marched right in the back door and made a right into the living room.
Once she was in the center of the room she spun on her heels and came face to face with a giant rocking horse.
“Really? That’s what you are going with here?”
The rocking horse blurred and was replaced with a sea trunk. Vinny wished she knew how that worked but also was kind of glad she didn’t.
“I have been assured you talk, even if I’ve never heard it.”
The sea chest gave no indication of life.
“I wanna know if you are gonna sabotage this for me. I don’t exactly have a lot of options here. I know it. Ma knows it. But she isn’t gonna want me staying here if she thinks it isn’t safe and I’m not gonna wanna stay here if I know she is worried about me. Pop left years ago. It’s been her and me as a team since then. And, yeah, I know Aunt Toni is being inappropriate. But she’s not the one who will be living here. But she is mom’s sister and her opinion will count for something too.”
Still no response.
“And, yeah, I have no idea how her thing with Tristan is going to play out. But I can’t exactly ask her if she recognizes him in front of my mom and my brother now can I?”
Nothing.
Vinny hesitated, “If you are actually a really nice guy who is just being slandered by the others, I am sorry.”
After a moment she said, “Ok. Good talk,” and she went back outside. At the threshold she was sure she heard snickering.
When she got back out to the garden, Ma and Kogan were having a quiet word in the back corner. Tristen was giving Aunt Toni and impromptu lecture about varieties of lily. Toni looked bored out of her mind. JJ was playing Go Fish with Thea and Dren.
Finally, it was time to go and as they all loaded into the car, Val turned to Toni and asked, “What the hell - sorry JJ - was that thing with the whipped cream?”
Toni laughed, then coughed, and said, “I thought I recognized the minotaur. But I was thinking of someone else.”
“Yeah well now Vinny’s gonna haveta apologize for you when she moves in. Otherwise they won’t let us come back to visit.”
I’m playing ‘This Bed We Made’ and the intro gave me major yandere vibes. This one's a monster version.
Content: gender neutral reader, stalking, monster romance
You are the only human employee at a hotel for monstrous guests. It was an unexpected outcome for everyone involved: the staff hadn't considered that a human like you would apply, and you made the mistake of merely skimming through the job ad. You stopped paying attention when you saw the monthly salary.
You realized your mistake when the head manager interviewing you turned out to be a centaur. Then, when the receptionist greeted you with a firm tentacle handshake. And then, the guests kept coming in: creatures whose existence you'd only known in fictional tales, some beyond your imagination.
Despite the initial shock, it's not a bad affair. You spend your shifts cleaning the rooms; making beds, removing slime, waxing scratched furniture, throwing away shed skin. You enjoy the quietness, and the manager is satisfied with your work.
Just one little secret: you love snooping around. You're not hurting anyone with a mere peek, after all. So what if you sometimes check what's inside a guest's suitcase? Or glance into the bedside drawer? Innocent curiosity, and nothing more. It offers you a glimpse of their beastly life, as you've never been this close to monsters before.
Except, well, it seems that the monsters had the same thoughts as you. In one room, you found stacks of photos, each and one of them depicting you. The angles are odd, the focus is blurry: these were taken from nearby hiding spots, capturing your cleaning routine. You shiver and decide to move on. Ah, but the next room...is this the necklace you thought you'd lost? Why is it tucked away under the guest's pillow? As you hurry down the hall, unlocking more doors, you begin to discover unsettling snippets of your own privacy. Detailed plans of your schedule, your path back home, used towels, lost name badges.
You frantically knock on your manager's door, hoping to find a solution. Surely he'll be outraged to know that most of the creatures staying at the hotel have been relentlessly stalking you. He welcomes you with a concerned look, and you sit before his desk, ready to speak. Behind him, on one of the shelves, you spot a camera.
"You have to understand, (Y/N)...It's not a common occurrence to have a human in our presence. The guests mean you no harm, they're just terribly excited to get to know you better."
