when the batter first comes to, in a zone of nothing where no one lives, he thinks he feels warm.
something settles in his chest, deep in his body, thrumming within his soul. it doesn’t speak, and the batter knows that it cannot, but the batter knows who it is regardless – his guide, your name heavy in his head.
already, the batter knows that this force can be trusted. even when his body moves before he can make it, taking steps he isn’t taking and doing things he wouldn’t, the batter knows that everything will be fine.
a cat appears. he calls himself the judge, full of smiles and magniloquence. he greets them both, the batter and his guide, and deems them a specter and its equally ectoplasmic friend. the batter can feel humor suddenly, even though he was nothing but apathetic beforehand, and thinks that you finds it funny.
he doesn’t say anything to the judge, and doesn’t correct him either. the batter decides that he likes it, that feeling of your emotions flowing through him; he also decides that only he gets to know, and experience, this. something only for him.
the judge asks for his guide’s name, and the batter is compelled to answer. he speaks his soul’s (for what else could you be, but his soul?) name, it falling from his lips like a prayer. they cannot speak, the batter says. but they can hear and see everything.
the words come out before the batter realizes, but he finds comfort in it rather than an omen. an omniscient being has taken root within the batter, serving as his guide and his warmth, his companion in his quest of purification. what can he be, if not honored?
a/n: //blows dust of blog. hey. it's been a while.
There was little you could understand in the strange world you found yourself in.
Something of a reverie that danced around with impossible logic that continued forth. Your tether— your puppet; the Batter. He took on this world with a determination that refused to waver.
The Judge taught you both of this world before leaving you each to wander Zone 1.
It continued to be a world of oddity. Plastic seas, smoke in the air, metal from the innards of cows, and flesh rivers that needed to be bottled. The logic of the world you recalled in your mind not compatible with the logic of this one. There was hardly time to consider what was to occur, as your dear puppet took to handling the spectres that bothered the denizens. The denizens themselves becoming enemies at times. Their words left you bereft and empathetic. Batter's assessment of purification did not seem incorrect. Dedan almost making you wish to personally handle him. Batter followed your every order without hesitation.
Zone 2 continued your understanding of this world. The madness; the fear. There was nothing but hesitation and terror. No one desired anything but comforting familiarity. The guardian of this Zone, Japhet, proved itself to have become corrupt. Tormenting those who they had sworn to care for. You felt awful in taking out the innocent Valerie, but there was nothing you could do to save them from the bird.
It was after that battle, you called for a break. Your puppet so graciously let you both take a seat in Zone 0. You gazed out into the plastic sea as your stomach twisted. The image of the bird emerging from the cat. You felt ill. Seemingly taking notice of your expression, the Batter brought a hand to rest on your back. The touch was solid and comforting; something warm. You looked at him. His eyes, shaded by the hat, seemingly stared out at the sea. Together, you would see this world to purity from the corruption that had taken over.
Zone 3 proved the worst of them all— A place of madness and endless loss. If Zone 1 had been a shock, Zone 3 had been a nightmare. Burning the dead and collecting the vapour to make sugar. You felt ill. Your stomach churned at the sight of the Elsen feeding the dead into a furnace. It was not challenging to take out Enoch when the time came. Thus, finishing all the guardians and leaving only the Queen.
It was at Batter's side that you both entered the “Room.” A story was told of an ill child until you found the Queen. Her words left you upset, but as did Batter's own. Their creator? It brought uncomfortable questions to the forefront of your mind.
You had slain the Queen. Your heart raced as the darkness of the room returned. You paused, needing a moment to regain yourself. It clearly was a strain on Batter to pause. His hand clenched. Your strings felt it. You knew he would give no answers. Eventually, you managed to find the will to enter the final room. You looked away as a battle started, Batter nearly acting autonomously. Closing your eyes, you only listened to the words.
“I'm… scared of the dark…” a small, trembling voice spoke.
“From now on, there will be no more darkness,” Batter replied.
With a cough, Hugo was no more.
Your feet were lead as you followed the Batter deeper into the sterile, blankness. The hallway eventually gave way to a switch. Before either of you could approach, a familiar voice rang out in the empty halls.
“Stop right there, imposter,” the Judge appeared. You felt something inside you calm down from the building tension. The Batter stood ready to go on offence. The feline scolded both you and himself for not noticing the intentions of the Batter sooner, and claimed to repent for that sin that you needed to stand across from your puppet. It was a choice you had not expected. Could you really do it? The Batter gazed at you, eyes apparently locked onto your being.
“Don't do that,” he spoke, “I need your help to purify this world.”
You look to him and then to the Judge. Right… You needed to… The weak coughs of Hugo…
A hand suddenly grasped your wrist, “Don't.” The Batter's voice sent a shiver down your spine. The Judge hissed. Pulling away, you came to stand at the side of the feline. You needed to repent for these actions. The Batter's form twisted into something unrecognisable. A maw of sharp teeth opened wide, while clawed hands spread far at his sides. Your puppet was gone.
Yet, you had forgotten just how strong you had made him.
You and the Judge barely could last out. The feline fell and left you alone. You needed to restart— A hand caught your wrist against and pulled you to your feet. His monstrous form was far too close.
“… Mine,” his voice was a warble of sound, “All mine. I adore you. I want you.” You were pushed against the wall. Strange eyes locked with your own. “I failed to keep you on the path,” it was almost a growl this time, “I won't let you go. We can be here forever.” He took one of the strings that previously bound him and tied it around his finger.
A new electrical hum beats through the air like a heartbeat as an old screen flickers,
Static, black, static- white, black.
Text phases onto the screen letter by letter in flickering patterns before settling to read
P o w e r , O n
L o a d i n g . . .
Long Absent Writer (Buglism) has started a broadcast;
Hey hi hello! Sorry for being gone so long! Life sucks; anyhow I am trying to get into writing again and work on actually posting!
So I’m taking requests again!
Whoo hoo! the screen has pixel confetti falling from the top of its display margin
Fandoms I’m wanting to write for;
- pressure (roblox)
- severance (Apple TV)
- touchstarved (demo!)
- monsters (I’ll make original characters per request of monster type, if y’all like one specific version I’ll make more with them!)
Note: all readers should be requested as Male, Masculine, FTM/FTMasc, or gender neutral etc as I don’t write for fem readers!! Sorry!! (Transfem maybe; I’m not transfem and worry for miscommunication!)
Note 2: Any and all NSFW/SFW requests will not be acknowledged if they include; non legal age gaps/underage content, scat/vomit, gore/extreme content or degradation for one’s identity, physical traits/capabilities (I’ve had a few gore/uncomfy requests in the past and feel better making my specifics known)
Content I’m okay writing:
SFW;
Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Fluff, Angst etc
Horror/Grimdark, Yandere/Realistic takes on yandere, Possibly triggering content; if you’re unsure feel free to send me an ask!
Mental health (specifically depressive/schizoaffective/anxious disorders!) & mental health specific fics (comfort fics for example)
Daily life/Slice of life/AUs (coffee shop/etc)
One shots/Shortfics, Fics/Multi Part fics
Monsters! From ghosts to Eldritch creatures and our beloved shifters I write it all! Especially monster!readers; I love writing those!
Not listed? Ask me about it!
NSFW;
CNC/Somno/primal & prey, etc
Kinktober prompts; any year! (I know I’d never complete them on days listed, and it’s way too late now lol) (no Incest/etc related prompts out of personal preference please!)
Monsters! (Once again; same afterthoughts as above for previous one!)
Not listed? Ask me!
Be detailed and I’ll do my best!
Transmission end. The screen goes black and the thrumming electrical hum stops, your phone buzzes inside your pocket with a single pop up prompt
Ignoring every red flag this man has and I'm immediately gunna let him beat me up
Nsfw under the cut ITS NOT THAT DESCRIPTIVE BUT STILL
Is this probably ooc? Yes probably but I need this guy so bad, also specifically made for afab readers because I'm tired rn and too lazy to add extra rn 💔🥹
Forgive that this isn't like...Telamon related I've been wanting to drabble in non Roblox stuff for a minute lololol (not related to the ask)
Mainly hcs, mentions of blood (not graphic, it's barely mentioned),choking, biting, and that's Abt it, if I miss anything I'll tag it l8r THIS IS VERY SELF INDULGENT YOU CAN TELL
Minors dni or ill send you to the infinite ikea
ik this guy's suuuuper grabby,,,,me thinks he'd grab ur thighs specifically but the insane part of me is like yeah he could choke me out and it'd be hot as hell like this guy swings a bat around all day everyday he has THE HANDS to do so (especially when he has ur legs held up to get that good angle 🙏)
Also I like to think he bites, like REALLY bites, like he draws BLOOD type biting. I also think he 100% attempts to be like..dead silent during sex but fails at it like 90% of the time because he just ends up GRUNTING the entire time, like no talking or anything just gasps and grunts (he doesn't speak a lot in general so I figured he'd be the same when going down on someone)
Hair pulling. Need I say more.
This guy FUCKS. Like there's no gentleness here if you couldn't tell, like this guy is breaking the bed and probably sprained a bone or two (whether it's you or him is up to you), back to the biting for a second if he bites you and you bleed he's licking that shit up !!!!
God forbid if y'all kiss during it cuz that tongue is immediately going straight down ur throat and will not pull away until he himself needs to breath (ASSHOLE), extra points if he's choking u out while going ham on you, that's the good stuff trust 🙏
he's a total munch (if that's the right term), he does not care if you have not shaved, HE IS EATING U UP 🔥
Will only ever fuck you in a bed he literally will not do it anywhere else this dudes picky as fuck (please my guy riding u on a chair will not hurt anything ur ass is fat enough to absorb the shocks)
Unsurprisingly, mediocre aftercare, he's not the most affectionate individual, most he'll do is help you clean up and MAYBE get you a water, other than that you're on ur own sorry bro (tho you DO get a kiss on the forehead after, so that's a plus)
When you talk to him he stares right into your eyeballs almost without blinking or moving. You can feel unsettling but in reality he just tries to show his attention. Without that he wouldn't show any sign of listening while he actually listen to you really carefully.
He has amazing memory. He can remember stuff in great detail almost like it's printed in his head. The problem goes with the fact it's just a bunch of information and it's not really processed correctly. This is why he not really good at solving puzzles. He can process and analyze information but it takes more time.
He is not afraid of many stuff. The only thing that truly terrifies him is feel of uncertainty. He needs clear goal and path he can follow. Actually making major choices on his own makes him really anxious. Plus he's not really good at deciding what to do if there's no clear choices he can choose from. This is why being controlled brings hin only feel of security. He knows what to do and can rely on someone else who knows better.
He doesn't make any sound while he's walking because he doesn't like feeling of his feet touching ground hardly. He doesn't know why but it's quite helpful in his sacred mission so he doesn't bother to do something with this.
He doesn't like the Judge but likes his fur. It's not silky soft but still pleasant.
He blushing a lot and doesn't know how to recive any positive attention. He pretty good at keeping neutral face but red color always makes it obvious.
He ignoring his body needs a lot. He won't rest if he definitely needs this. He's not so sensitive to pain so serious injuries are also often missed. You just constantly have to take care of him because he will do his job until he falls on the floor.
He like white color. Probably he would like the snow a lot.
He's confident all the time but if he gets separated from his puppeteer he can't keep this anymore. He becomes easily irritated, fidgety, he paces back and forth really fast. He will either goes completely irrational and go search for them ignoring any danger and damage possible or he just goes half burnt and just stays in the place crying without moving or doing anything. And any them can occur one after another.
He values the trust a lot. He gives himself fully without a doubt and expects the same from the other side.
He will definitely respect your boundaries. First of all it's a clear rule he can follow and second because of good memory he won't forget about that. He likes when he knows what to do. Just tell him about what you like and he'll bring this to you. And again and again. He can take these rules to literally so don't be surprised if he gives you a ten boxes of chocolate because you said it helps you bright up your day a little. If it does it a little when a lot of chocolate will be effective if something bad happened, won't it?
He's not good with word so instead he just do things he thinks make you happy.
He has two pairs of eyes so when he uses both of them he can do the mega stare.
