I seriously cannot stfu about him. They were supposed to be short and simple but I got carried away.
• Gets an absolute kick out of it when you two wear matching sets. It could vary from accessories to clothing. One day you both walked out and wore strikingly similar outfits, although it could’ve been easily passed off as a coincidence the smile that crept on his face stated otherwise.
• Checks on you periodically throughout the day. His long nose will round the corner before he comes into view and asks if you need anything. “I saw that you didn’t have breakfast this morning so I brought your favorite. Courtesy of Mike.” he’ll hum, setting your lunch aside with a smile.
• When he’s overwhelmed by joy, he jumps up and clacks his heels together. He’s a loser, what can I say.
• Adopted toriel’s compassionate and loving nature. He’ll mirror some of her mannerisms without even realizing it. He’ll smooth out the wrinkles from your clothes with his big gloved hands and gently pick out strings of loose thread before you head out, bombard you with inquiries about your day as a means to strike up a meaningful conversation, smother you with kisses despite your protest. He makes me sick.
• When you’re upset, his instant response is to cheer you up. He’ll crack a joke, broadcast your favorite channels, find an activity that he knows you love, anything to keep you distracted. It’s not in the pursuit of avoiding emotional intimacy or to force positivity, it’s a default of his. Entertainment is his prowess after all so he’s simply doing what he does best. Some instances, it can be effective while others— not so much which is why communication is pivotal with tenna. Tell him, “I just need to be held,” and he’ll listen.
• Kiss-ahlolic. Any excuse to muster a kiss out of you. A good morning kiss, a goodnight kiss, a pre show kiss and after show kiss, he’s relentless. It gets him all giddy and amped so who are you to deny him?
• Hyper vigilance. He’s constantly over analyzing and scrutinizing your body language, your actions, your intentions and even your words like an intensive surgeon on an operating table. If he senses something is afoot— regardless of how irrational it may seem, he’ll spiral. A shift in your tone will cause him to flinch. When he asks about your day and you look distracted, his smile will falter and he’ll grow clammy. If you cancel your plans on him, he’ll instantly assume the worst. There’s been plenty of times where he’s showed up on your doorstep completely unannounced with visibly shaken hands and tears cascading down his screen, asking where he went wrong and then pleading and begging for you not to leave him. He’s especially fragile during moments like these, and requires a copious amount of patience, understanding and reassurance so please be gentle.
• His claws. An attribute of his that we all know and love. Sometimes they’ll retract on their own, either getting caught in something or accidentally inflicting damage on innocent by standers (furniture). You’ve thrown away plenty of good sweaters because of him. Arguably, they are incredibly convenient for head scratches. You don’t even have to ask, just lay your head against his lap and he’ll oblige with a smile.
• You entrusted him with your spare key shortly after you two began dating. Albeit shy, he would pop in randomly under the influence that he left something behind, “I uh.. forgot my socks! They’re my lucky pair. Don’t go anywhere without ‘em! But while I’m here..” and then purposely linger. Now he visits quite frequently, not that you’re complaining. When you walk in, you’ll either find him in the midst of tidying your place up or hunched over your kitchen counter with an apron neatly wrapped around his waist as he prepares dinner for the night. Make sure to demonstrate your appreciation when you get the chance. (Domesticated tenna am I right)
• Very touchy. He loves to pinch at your fat, pull your cheeks, poke and prod at your ribcage, the whole nine yards. Given that he is artificial, flesh and muscles and tendons is completely foreign to him. So naturally, he’s curious.
• Definitely the type to twirl his finger around the cord of a landline phone.
• Has a MAJOR sweet tooth. A sweet treat before bed kind of guy. He’d be the type to buy you a box of chocolates and then gradually eat them throughout the day because of his intense cravings. So when you confront him— he’ll sputter, trying to pin the blame on someone else but unbeknownst to him, there’s residue on his face and you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity. He’ll buy you another one for compensation but promise to share?
Greetings, I wrote my first ever fanfiction. That’s right, prepare to whip out your tomatoes and throw them at me. Writing this sucked out my brain juice, but it was good practice for my english! If you end up hating it, I'll let you crucify me. Here’s the summary:
You meet your first ever entity - the groundskeeper.
This is a nice change of scenery.
Compared to what you’ve come across thus far - going through a room to room. Being stuck in the hotel with no touch of the outside world was starting to drive you into madness. You felt like a prisoner, trapped within your cell to rot away. Of course, you couldn’t be left alone during your confinement. Every move was monitored. The deadly entities accompanied you throughout your mental suffering, but you met allies along the way, at least.
Your mind is tired from running for dear life. Maybe, even if it seems unlikely, you could have the chance to take a breather.
Currently, you are in no rush. The air is fresh, and nature is all around you. A water fountain is located in front of you. A bunch of crows are perching on it – actual living animals. God, how much you missed being outdoors. While observing your surroundings, you amble your way towards the fountain. As to be expected, the birds fly away in a carefree manner. Away from this hellish place… If only you could do that. Alas, you must face the new horrors ahead of you. Don’t keep them waiting, otherwise they’ll come for you instead. Hopefully, those little crows didn’t alert anyone. You really could use the time given to you to relax. Standing besides the fountain, you look at what’s ahead of you. A cold breeze brushes against your body, you shiver. Yet, you welcome the feeling with open arms. It’s refreshing to experience the subtle change of temperature – better than the deceiving cozy air within the hotel. Frankly, you are grown sick from that warm suffocating feeling. However, regardless of your resentment, you must admit that you’d prefer to stay indoors at late hours in the night. The leaves rustle in a view so gloomy that leaves a sentiment of uneasiness and horror at the back of your mind.
You can’t back down, so on you go!
Venturing deeper, the dimly glowing lamps illuminate the pathway. Your feet move along. This time, the correct direction is not marked for you. Unlike the hotel doors, the gates you open have no numbers on them. But… That’s fine, you guess. It gives you a reason to explore your surroundings. For the time being, you will have to trust your navigation skills. You discover broken sculptures, cabins and it gives you enough of a hint of what it used to be in the past. Maybe, people like you lived here.
Apart from a tree falling down, nothing has yet threatened your life. Thankfully, it didn’t squash your insides out. It would be embarrassing to die to a tree, considering what you had to deal with in prior. Some things never change, though. Such as the weather. It remains ever so unwelcoming. Up in the skies, the dark void above, sounds of lighting strikes fill the silence. Each time without a fail, your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. You still jump at the slightest sounds.
Speaking of which, there are square signs spread here and there, consisting of a drawing of a foot stepping on grass with a ban sign over it. Judging by the state of the grass, it seems to be kept under supervision.
Does… Somebody take care of this place? This, what it appears to be, massive yard? Because, in your exploration, you encountered cabins with a fireplace lit, hats and a pair of gloves multiple times. They must belong to someone, the fact that the fireplaces are active makes the knot in your stomach harder to ignore due to your sense of worry about a looming threat. They might not appreciate your trespassing, the property you found yourself in could belong to a being, far superior. Heck, they could have been watching you this whole time. Stalking you from behind, meanwhile you were too busy keeping yourself occupied by just walking around aimlessly. It doesn’t take long for paranoia to creep in, making you glance back.
Every step you take.
It feels as if you’re approaching doom. Right now, you wish you had a friend. A shoulder to rely on, someone to make this journey less nerve-wracking. You haven’t had a genuine social interaction in forever. This nightmare isolated you from everything and everyone you once knew. Your friends would have cheered you up, even when the situation is dreadful. And, for example, two brains instead of one would benefit. More thinking power would result in less poor decision making, right? Nobody is here to cease your worries, so you’re left alone to fend for yourself. You have the pontential of doing something incredibely stupid, eventually.
As the clock ticks by, your life is slipping away from your fingertips.
Will you ever break free? Will you ever taste true salvation? All you do is survive, experience pain. You don’t want to die and you don’t want to be brought back to life either. You need to shut your thoughts. It’s pointless to think about what life was, all your dear ones, all… All things considered, you will have to find a way out. You ARE going to get out. No scary big monsters are going to put you down, you are NOT going to let them. What else is there to do for you? Give up? You will be just pushed out of your coffin once more.
Nervously, you push forward. Returning to what you did previously – avoid snares, usual looting, watching the crows fly away…
Until.
The inside voice screams at you to bring a halt.
You stop moving altogether. Your hand drops from the gate you pushed open, seconds ago. The worn-out metal material forcing a continuous creak.
In the distance, a figure is crouching down on the grass. Luckily, their back is turned, but the sound definitely lured their attention. The moment your eyes notice that they’re carrying a scythe, you know you want nothing to do with that man-creature. Backing away quietly, trying your best to prevent any futher noise from happening, yet your careful movements escalated to a full-blown sprint when you saw their head turn. You made it just in time, you managed to get out of their sight by hiding in a nearby closet.
Scattered like a fearful mouse.
They might have not had the chance to see you, surely they heard you. Besides, the gate couldn’t have opened by itself. You were hoping for the entity to shrug it off.
To your dismay, you hear their footsteps gradually getting louder. You are able to see a tiny glimpse from outside through the closet doors. So, you have a plan - to push the closet doors against their face on the off chance that could stun them, buying you enough time to make a run for it.
However, that expectation never became a reality. You waited, listened closely for the perfect moment to strike, but death didn’t knock on your door. Didn’t surprise you by swinging the doors open, either. You are stuck in the closet, unsure what to do next.
Your heart is pounding.
Certainly, they must have reached you by now since no other footsteps can be heard. Are they toying with you? Do they know you’re hiding? Well, sooner or later, you have to get out. What, are you going to hide in a closet all day? You can’t risk hide kicking you out! Even though, enough time has passed for hide to appear.
After sitting in the locker, contemplating in your head, you decide it’s time to poke your head out. There is a chance that they might have lost interest. You take a big breath and, ever so slowly, you push the door on your left, which allows you to scan the right side. Okay, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Pushing the door further, you steadily exit the locker. You can confirm that the right side is clear. On the other hand, you’re not sure if the coast is clear on the left side. Taking your sweet time, your head peeks out the door.
You freeze upon seeing someone’s chest. Your eyes travel up to the stranger’s face. It’s covered by a scarf, but their piercing yellow eyes tell you all you need to know. Shortly after gulping down your saliva, you re-enter the closet the same way you exited it.
They just stood there, staring at you. With the scythe. Great, like, what do you do in this situation. They could have totally plunged that blade in your skull, yet they didn’t… What was the thought process behind that? The air stiffen, it’s best to come out. You do exactly that.
…
Wow, who knew the oudoors was strangely peacefull? The first ever entity you encountered isn’t seeking for your blood.
They are just… Minding their business. You don’t think they’re bothered by you at all. The man-creature is doing simple gardening stuff. Honestly, you anticipated for them to… chase you out? Yell at you? Hey, they are wearing a hat, a hat you’ve stumbled across a lot. Suddenly, the caretaker shoots a glare at you, in response you quickly shift your gaze somewhere else. You should stop staring at them… And you must do your best to avoid stepping on the grass. You wouldn’t want to test the caretaker of this place, would you? It’s only reasonable.
As you are calmly walking away from them, the so-called peace you spoke of earlier has come to bite you. A Mandrake practically lunges itself at you, its high-pitched cry invades your eardrums. It knocks you down on your bottom. Panicked from the unexpected impact, you shriek along with it.
“HEY!” a booming voice calls out from behind you, it makes you flinch.
Afterwards, you straight-up scream your lungs out as soon as you saw the groundskeeper charge at you. In attempt to run away, in all your glory, you trip over a vine right after getting up. Apparently, the forsaken mandrake left it there. You end up faceplanting on the floor with a loud thud.
The second the mandrake’s cry died out, you pushed your hands against the dirt. You gasp for air, you didn’t even recall suffocating to begin with. The chest pain you didn’t know you had ceased, too. Standing on your knees, you look back. You understand why the crying stopped - the groundskeeper slashed the mandrake in half. They shift their focus onto you. You hurriedly get back on your feet as they make their way towards you. That’s it, you did something wrong. This is the end of the road! You don’t know what you did, you don’t know why their demeanor changed, but you are toast!
Out of fear, you try to reason with them by using words. However, it is unclear what you’re trying to say. You’re just fumbling with your words. All that comes out of your mouth is gibberish.
…
Oh.
They walked past you, patting you on the shoulder.
The groundkeeper only had intentions of killing the mandrake, but not you.
He is some young guy (Around his mid 20's) who is the 'GOTTA WORK' type!!
ALRIGHT. HEAR ME OUT.
Thomas is a 100% normal human... I mean, supposedly. LISTEN LISTEN. MAYBE IT'S OOC BUT WHO CARES??? ITS JUST A OC .. 🥹
Okay, so in his backstory... His parents worshipped another OC of mine, who, well, is the sacrifice demon! He grants wishes through contracts, you know? Contracts that are... sacrifices. His parents asked for a long life for their baby, and they themselves became sacrifices right after Thomas was born (they became dinner)
SOOOO the oh so kind demon like, gave him some immortality!! He heals really fast, he's immune to deadly diseases and curses, that sort of thing! But lil Thomas doesn't know this; he literally has no idea that he is immortal 🙏
After the death of his parents, which he was convinced was an accident, he was adopted by an elderly couple, whom he calls Grandma and Grandpa!
After he grew up, he began working tirelessly in various offices, as he wanted to provide a better life for the two elderly people who adopted him, so half of his salary goes to them.
He's the type who works hard and lives on caffeine, always setting goals for himself and trying to stay productive to make his parents proud, wherever they are.
He started working ar Konstalline and planned to stay there buuttt HE SAW A MAN ROTTING AND HIS REACTION WAS LIKE "HELL NAH I'M NOT STAYING HERE." So yeah, he decided to quit lol
Thomas is a very affectionate person who expresses himself mostly through physical touch, such as a touch on the shoulder or hand... HE DOES THAT VERY OFTEN, MIND YOU.
I imagine him shaking Rot's hand when he was hired, and a month later, he's still in perfect shape... SOMEHOW.
Still, he quits and don't wanna see THIS man's face EVER again after knowing he is the Rot Demon AND killed a puppy in front of HIM!!
Ngl I imagine him and Baki being good friendsss (???)
Actually, I think he'd get along well with most of the characters because he's quite friendly, although I feel like he'd become Hegan's meat supply 🚶 OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS????
ANYWAYZ, thats all for my oc! He is cool, right?? Right?? 🥹
richie who has been called a “picky eater” since he was a child , doesn’t eat for long periods to avoid the anxiety around it and has lots of dizzy spells because of this, his safe foods are all basic “kiddie” foods - that marge no longer fights him about (she packed him the same lunch from elementary to eighth grade), lots of things clicked into place after his autism diagnosis
eddie who needs to watch all his food being cooked, has never eaten a school lunch someone besides him packed (throws away his moms lunches), gets very antsy eating at restaurants, overlaps with his OCD, paces after eating because the feeling of being full gives him anxiety, can’t eat unless he’s in a controlled environment
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(co dependent behavior)
richie checks all of the nutrition labels for eddie, and won’t bother offering him anything that he knows eddie won’t eat (unintentionally memorizes the things eddie won’t eat, and the ingredients in processed food) (lowk just good at recognizing patterns),
richie tries food first to prove it’s “not poisonous” (his words) , and eddie won’t start eating in a public place until richie does first
richie not eating makes eddie anxious, and vise versa so sometimes they get trapped in an unintentional anxiety induced restricting cycle
eddie constantly tells richie that he’s not getting the nutrients he needs, and richie tells him that he eats like a rabbit and that’s why he’s so short (they both get unnecessary pissed at this)
eddies always convinced he’s going to get mold poisoning and makes richie check that there’s no mold on his food, and richie’s always convinced there’s bugs in his food and makes eddie check (and they do so “super discretely” and never verbalize the fear)
I have a feeling booster and beetle would be those kids in class who could not stand not being next to each other and get really dramatic when they get moved apart
