Date Everything! (2025) dev. Sassy Chap Games
Tyrell (Towel) • Volt (Electricity) • Shadowlord (Shadow) • Amir (Mirror) • Washford (Washer) • Cabrizzio (Cabinet)
Your friend squirms as you drill holes in the side of his head with how intense you’re staring at him, he glances at you from time to time, trying his best to focus on the movie playing “Why are you looking at me like that?” he finally asks, fed up with your persistent fixation.
You don’t answer, just reaching out to grab his face, you hook one finger in his lower lip and tug it down, bearing his teeth “Have your teeth always been this sharp?” you prod the tip of his lower canine with your finger, eyebrows furrowed “I don’t remember them being this big.” he freezes, eyes darting around, refusing to look at you “I don’t know what you’re talking about, they’ve always looked like this.” he insists, though half-heartedly considering your finger is still in his mouth.
He tries to pull away as you press down on the tooth, a prick of blood pooling against your skin almost immediately “Your teeth are definitely different.” you squeeze his face harder, tilting his head back and forth “Your eyes are a different color too.” his whole body locks up, muscles trembling under you.
It had been months of you noticing small things, he really did try his hardest to make sure everything was perfect, that it matched exactly. But you knew your friend like the back of your hand.
“I’m sorry.” he chokes out, tears pooling in his off-colored eyes “I didn’t mean to, I promise I didn’t mean to.” you let go, staring at him silently “I was just so hungry…” he covers his mouth, shaking as he breaks down sobbing “He stumbled across my cave, woke me up,” he hiccups, choking on his own breath “I couldn’t even think straight.” a flicker of fear ricochets across your face making him lunge forward and grasp your arms desperately “I didn’t mean to kill him! You have to believe me!” you flinch so hard your body jolts backwards.
“I tried to fix it, I tried to be him, to make sure you were safe and taken care of!” he moves even closer, eyes wild, begging you to understand “I had been asleep for so long!” you try to pry his fingers away from your skin, needing to put distance between you two “I don’t know what you’re saying.” you tremble, confused by your friend's sudden meltdown “He’s dead, I ripped him apart and ate every last bit of him.” he blinks, eyes shifting from yellow back to blue “I didn’t mean to…” he gives you a light shake, still hoping you’d look at him the way you had when you first saw him.
“I took his skin, I took his memories, I did it for you when I heard you calling out for him.” you stare at him, eyes wide, terrified “I heard how panicked you were when you lost him on the trail, how loudly you called his name, the tears in your voice. I had to fix my mistake!” his grip is almost painful, hands slightly too large.
“What are you?” you choke out, scared of the answer “I had no name in my lifetime, but now I’m called a mimic, some call me a shapeshifter.” he let out a strained laugh “The electronic brick was quite helpful for me to learn.” tears still creep in steady streams down his cheeks “When I was born the trees were much taller,” he looks away, eyes glazed over “Men beat their chests and grunted to communicate, massive beasts roamed the lands.” your heart pounds painfully in your chest, throat so tight you felt like you were choking.
“Then I slept for so long, and when I awoke everything had changed, the people that tended the land had a new language, new clothes, new weapons.” his face darkens, startling you “They came with arrows dipped in poison and tomahawks so sharp you could feel the sting before they even cut,” he shudders, shoulders curling in on himself, fingers digging into your arms “They drove me out of their land, deep into the valleys, so far away I couldn’t even remember where I came from.” you swallow, transfixed by his story “I slept again, I was so scared what I would wake to see, but my body,” he lifts one hand to his ribs “ was so broken, so many wounds.” his voice changes, deeper, thicker, older, no longer the familiar tone.
“The world changed again, the cave I slept in was covered in new markings, graffiti so you call it, garbage and mess everywhere, so many trees cut down, terrifying buildings and strange metal monsters.” despite the situation you feel your heart clench, pity and sympathy clawing through your fear.
His figure shifts, rippling uncomfortably and you suck in a breath, he jerks back towards you, his body tightening and fixing itself “I’m sorry.” he whispers “I was wrong for what I did.” he clutches your hand “I am ashamed for my actions.” his thumb ghosts over your knuckle, something your friend used to do “I have been alone for so long, and hungry for even longer. I let my instincts override rationality.” his head dips down in pure, raw, shame.
“I had controlled myself for so long, only taking when I needed, only taking the sick and dying, those abandoned by their families. Never have I behaved so… animalistic.” he spits out the last word, making you jump. He gasps, leaning forward “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” he cups your face, whispering apologies over and over “I didn’t mean to frighten you, I would never hurt you.” he presses his forehead against yours, giving you a close up look at his unnatural eyes, though they stayed blue on the surface, dots of prismatic shifting pigments flash and fade, like a rainbow created by a splashing waterfall.
“You must understand that I lived among humans for a long time, I learned from them, I shared with them, I fed them and protected them. But they always turned their backs once they learned my truth. So many times I was outcasted. I saw a chance to change my fate and keep you safe.” that gut wrenching pity flares to life again.
“I’ve known him my whole life.” you whimper and he closes his eyes, yet another trickle of tears beginning “We were born in the same hospital, we went to the same schools.” he flinches as if he had been stabbed “He was like your family." he says quietly “I can see it as if it were my own memories.” his eyes stay closed as you begin to cry “I know that you would push any food you disliked onto his plate and he’d eat it even if he didn’t like it either. I know that he’d give you your favorite flavors of candy even if he preferred them himself.” the mimic can feel your tears falling across his hands, as he still cradles your face “I know your birthday, your favorite color, how tightly you like your shoes tied, which side of the bed you prefer.” A guttural wail falls past your lips, finally losing your composure.
There’s no one for you to turn to, he was your only support, your only friend, your only family.
“I can’t replace him, I tried and you always noticed.” he tries to hug you but you resist, hands pressing against his chest, trying your best to not cave in. But he’s good, he knows you just as well as your friend did. The mimics fingers thread through your hair, scratching that one spot that makes your shoulder sag and tension ease from your joints. He takes advantage of your momentary lapse and pulls you directly onto his lap, winding his arms around you, grounding you in place.
“I won’t pretend to be him if you don’t want me to. I’ll leave if you ask me to. I’ll do anything you ask of me.” he presses his face against your throat as you cry in unison, both mourning different things, but equally needing comfort.
Ultimately he wins the battle of wills, you sag against him, too tired from the emotional rollercoaster, your limbs feeling like jelly after straining so hard to get away from him. The mimic shudders, an odd rumble vibrating through his body as he feels you go slack in his arms.
Dread still simmered in your veins, but his body still felt familiar, the way his arms fit around your waist, the way his hands stroked your thigh, even the way his breath rippled through his lungs.
Your fingers curl around a fistful of his shirt “Don’t leave me.” his grip tightens, pressing you even closer “Never, I will be by your side until time itself rips me away, and even then I will carry your name on my tongue.” he rocks you back and forth, lulling you to sleep, with you still holding fast onto his shirt, terrified he’d abandon you.
All that matters is that your friend is still there, one way or another.
🔞 B/W ink + red color commission! A lovely pose to figure out :) Full image in source link.
"(transman) Victor Gideon and Grace Ashcroft from RE9... some kind of involvement with the mutated arm/tentacle/whatever those things growing out of Victor were at the end of the game, ideally giving him a bigger body type, and also making Grace look not afraid of him / consensually participating in whatever is going on please :’D"
i think it’s funny to look through the monster fucker tags and see the difference in content made by/for some of the genders because it usually ends up looking like this:
men: the xenomorph or some other character with tig bitties, wide hips and a big butt slapped on to it.
women/non-binairies: an eldritch horror almost beyond the human eye’s and mind’s comprehension holding a bouquet of flowers for their non-monstrous/human lover.
