Ian is definitely 💯 into the Nice Guy horror pipeline
Think about it.
Over control freak mother
Bullied for liking anime and nerd 🤓 fandoms.
Shamed for liking lewd anime in the past.
Before they met the player was whiny and not outspoken.
Now post college he shifted his idea on a career in what he studied to be an actor in Hollywood.
Imagine the worst health trends plus incel talking points he might have been fed in his metamorphosis to his actor persona.
He cheated after he moved in Beverly Hills (unquote me I dont knkw how this man affords California in this economy).
Since the game is set in the modern timeline
Would he be feeling entitled to player after he did tell them they cheated?
Still begs and calls them all the time despite the disconnected calls.
I'm sure the game if released would expand how scary an Ian with no bars will go to be with the player.
Ian in despair and his gig as reboot Jack in the show would further his delusions and take the player whether they wanted him or not.
Coercion is evil.
He also did weird bed naughty things allegedly that the player did not like or care to do but they relented.
Sad right or horror 😕?
He is like Bear from Obsession and fantasizes player being their only purpose and hope they have a forever companion instead of confronting a life without them
Especially after betrayal.
Ian probably projects Shaun is a snake and covets the player when they don't have any proof that Shaun ever wants that with the player.
Shaun did have a crush on the player but he clocked he shouldn't be with them.
He is consent and good cat dad.
I bet Shaun knew Ian was scummy.
Jack could use Ian's incel behavior against him or trick him to be with player if he gets to possess his body 50% of the time.
Warnings: Implied PTSD
Word Count: 1,207 words
Summary: It was supposed to be an innocent little game between you and Jack. Just throwing together a cup of frozen yogurt to impress him enough to win a mystery prize. But it ends up being HIM who's surprised when your selection takes him back to a familiar time...
Scenario: PTSD
A/N: I dunno, thought it'd be fun to make another custom fanmade in-game scene like I've been doing for the secret ending of TGoGM. Like how certain combinations give him different reactions and one particular one even gives him a wake-up call regarding his past. Anyways, let's sketch out a new one! Read this to learn more about my OC! (Oh ye, and I made that little custom yogurt cup using this thing)
Alright. The world's best cup of yogurt needs yogurt first.
What kind am I going with?
D) Blue Moon.
The flavor that tastes like all flavors. The "alien flavor", as my boss calls it. I still think it's just vanilla with blue food coloring, but I'm not one to judge.
Alright. Yogurt is picked out. Now we have to pick a sauce.
B) Strawberry.
It's so PINK! And PRETTY! And probably full of artificial colors and flavors, but WHO CARES!
Everyone knows froyo isn't healthy anyways.
It'll be a nice splash of color for this otherwise decent cup.
Alright. All that's left are the toppings. Gotta make this count!
B) Sprinkles.
Rainbow sprinkles? Is it even froyo without rainbow sprinkles?
Shut up and get in the cup, you tasteless sugar bits. I need you to make this aesthetic AF.
Alright! There we go! One yogurt cup, filled to the brim with tasty toppings and creams.
(Y/N): Finished!
I call back to Jack, who pops around inquisitively.
Jack: Hey...that looks pretty good! You're quite the chef, huh?
(Y/N): I told you. I am a Yogurt God~
Jack: I believe you, Sunshine, don't worry~
Jack spoons around the concoction. He's very careful to keep it in the bowl.
Jack: Alright, I trust you. Let's see how you did.
Jack: ...
Jack: ...!!!
He takes a bite. And suddenly, it's like his soul has left his body.
Through the window of his eyes, I can see a million different emotions rushing through him, too many for me to count, too quickly for me to identify.
His grip on the cup slips, and the whole thing lands to the floor with a sickening splat.
The hell...?!
(Y/N): Jack! Why'd you-?!
He's not listening to me. He doesn't look like he can even hear me at this point.
His grip on reality is all but gone. Mentally, he's somewhere else, deaf to my cry of alarm.
(Y/N): What's the matter?? I-Is it bad? Are you having an allergic reaction?
(Y/N): (Wait, can he even HAVE an allergic reaction...?)
His face is white as a sheet, his now-empty hands shaking a little.
But the big kicker is when I catch sight of something gleaming in his eyes, a glossy little bead right at the corner.
Are those...tears?
Jack: N...No...
Jack: No, you can't do this again...not after all this time...
Jack: You've already looked for years...for AGES...
Jack: You've been searching for SO LONG...searching EVERYWHERE for any trace...
Jack: But it's too late...she's long-gone and nowhere to be found...you have to move on...
I'm frozen in place. I don't know what's going on, but I feel an aura of dread in the air...desperation.
Like whatever he's muttering to himself about, he's trying to convince himself that it's the truth...but he just can't do it.
(Y/N): J-Jack? Hey! Snap out of it!
FINALLY, the ghost clown man returns to me, drawn out of his trance by my voice. But he looks right through me, as if I'M the ghost.
His stare is just as haunted, but now also studious. Like he's imagining two different faces are staring at him through my eyes.
His own eyes are still glossy. I had never once seen him so much as frown, and now he looks like he's on the verge of breaking down.
(Y/N): Are you...okay? Was it really that terrible?
Jack's eyes drift to the spilled cup of yogurt on the floor, as if he'd only now realized he'd dropped it.
He's staring deeply at the scattered sprinkles on the floor...particularly the star-shaped ones.
As it begins to melt, the yogurt pools on the floor and the sprinkles scatter along that pool, making it look like a growing galaxy, dotted with strawberry red star trails.
Then, without another word, Jack staggers to the back, and I'm left at the counter by myself.
...H U H - ?
I debate on whether or not to follow him over the next few minutes, but I take so long deciding, he eventually walks back out by himself, no trace of his earlier haunting left on his face.
Jack: Phew! Sorry about that, Sunshine. Kinda zoned out there for a second.
(Y/N): H-Huh? Wait, no, hang on--what the hell was that all about?
Jack: What was what about?
(Y/N): You just blanked on me for a second! What happened?
Jack: NOTHING, (Y/N). I'm fine and dandy, lemon candy! I don't know what you're talking about.
His tone is signaling, like he's warning me not to tread too far. But, I'm so shocked that it completely goes over my head and I keep pushing.
(Y/N): Don't give me that crap! You always tell me lying isn't good for you and that it's okay to admit things, but now you're just-!
Jack: I said I'm FINE, Ni-!!
We both freeze up at the same time. Not only was that the first time Jack raised his voice at me...but he may not have even been REFERRING to me.
He catches his slip-up right before the rest of it leaves his mouth, his haunted stare returning.
(Y/N): W-Wha...? Wait...what'd you call me?
Jack: I...
He takes a moment to gauge the situation and how to save it. Then, before I know it, he's lightly laughing it off.
But it's not like his usual laugh. It's morose...reminiscent, even.
Jack: Ah...hahaha...guess you caught me.
Jack: You're completely right. I should indulge in my own advice and not lie to you.
(Y/N): It's fine...so, what's your deal?
Jack: I never told you this before, (Y/N), but you actually remind me a lot of someone I know from the Sunnytime Crew.
(Y/N): I do??
Jack: Yeah! Starlight Sylvia was her name. A fallen star from another galaxy~! Gosh, she was something else.
Jack: Blue moon flavors reminded her of home...so I guess I started reminiscing myself without thinking, haha...
Huh. That checks out, I guess.
Jack often mentioned his other friends from time to time. Knackadan Drizzle, Daisy-Chain Jane, Cloudybelle Sue, Papa Rise, Mama Shine, Rory Rainberry, to name a few...
But had he ever brought up a Starlight Sylvia before? Seemed like kind of a wild card...
Plus, he didn't SOUND like he was about to call me "Sylvia"...
Jack: Sorry, Sunshine...didn't mean to worry you. Guess I'm just missing my crew a little bit.
(Y/N): I'll bet...it's weird that you're the only one that showed up. You really think they're still somewhere in that tape?
Jack catches on that the more he speaks, the more he reveals, so he clams up entirely, focusing on the discarded cup on the floor, shuffling it around.
Jack: Ah, what a mess...someone should really clean this up, huh?
(Y/N): How dare you force me to do my job? I thought we were having a nice heart-to-heart!
I was joking around to lighten the mood, but it's already shifted.
Seeing as he's hellbent on moving on, I cut him some slack and let him go. Strange as the interaction was, he must have his reasons for not elaborating.
But my thoughts are interrupted by a customer at the door...
Huehuehue, nothing like including an OC AND and MC in the drama~...but yeah, you'll have to read my OC's biography to really understand the source of the trauma, but I may update it a little or post another drabble if you really wanna learn more about the "Starlight Sylvia" side of Nina!
Relationship fluff goodness for the best cat man in the world's birthday!
Tags: Established relationship--MC and Shaun have been going strong for a while now, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, so much fluff you're drowning!
Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY series. MINORS DNI.
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You blinked blearily, staring at the soft glow of the screen. How many times have you read this paragraph? Two or three, you were sure. Yup, it wasn't sticking. You reached your nighttime limit, which was often to the dismay of your night owl boyfriend. With a defeated sigh you saved the work and hit the shut down button. Standing up, you clutched the bat-printed blanket that draped over your shoulders.
Padding over to the other side of your shared office, Shaun furiously typed away at the next part of the script. Moonpie snoozed next to the computer, her little head partially resting on top of it, likely appreciating the warmth. Leaning down, you tenderly wrapped your arms around his hunched shoulders. He continued to type, but you felt the muscles in his arms relax by a fraction.
"Hey," though his eyes didn't leave the screen, his voice was warm and inviting.
"Hey," you replied into his dreads sleepily. "I gotta call it quits tonight, babe."
"What, already?" He paused the rhythmic typing to look at your face, noticing the bags under your eyes.
"Dude. It's 1:22 AM."
"Wha? Can't be, it's... oh." Shaun's protest stopped short when he turned to the clock app on his laptop, brilliantly showing it was the wee hours of the morning. "Well, that's still pretty early on my time clock."
You bent over further, resting your chin on his right shoulder, placing your palm over his chest, rubbing gently to play with the chest hair. "Well, it's late on mine. I can't believe you still write throughout the night without your eyeballs falling out. I haven't done that since college..."
"Ah contraire, my best work is done admidst the moonlit night," Shaun revealed a toothy grin, his canine shining in the dimly lit room.
"Mmm, well I get some of the best sleep on a moonlit night." You gave him a loving peck on the top of his head before reluctantly releasing him. "Night, babe." But before you stepped away, you tapped the table near where Moonpie was resting, gently getting her attention with a Mrrrp?. You reached your hand out to allow the cat to sniff your finger, recognizing your scent, and gently brushed the side of her cheek, leading up to her ear. "Night-night, Moonie."
"Night, Kitten," Shaun smiled as he watched you slink down the hall and into the bedroom. He sighed once you were out of view, turning back to his laptop, but did a double take at the now empty spot where Moonpie had been cat-napping. Whirling around, Shaun saw Moonpie's tail following where you had disappear to. She feebily attempted to open the now closed door, using her paws and whiskers to feel for any possible opening. Shaun regarded her for a moment before standing up and stretching.
He stepped over to Moonpie to slowly scooped her up and cradled her over his shoulder. "You wanna go in and tuck them in? Yeah?" He cooed softly. "Yeah, let's go say nigh-night."
...
Your vision was blurry, but you didn't want to oversleep as you checked your alarms for the third time. And just like before, all 5 of them were set. There'd be no way you could sleep past them. The creak of the door got your attention as soft light poured in, followed by a familiar silhouette.
"Sh-Shaun?" You answered as you tried and failed to suppress a yawn midway through calling out to him. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," Shaun softly placed Moonpie on the bed, her motor immediately started up as she used her head to rub the side of your face, popping down into the crook of your neck. "Moonie and I came to tuck you in."
"Awwww, thank you babyyyy," you cooed giving the purring kitty a loving head bump. "Oh, and thank you as well, hottie." You added jokingly with a lazy wink.
Shaun chuckled as he lay on his side, facing you. He gave Moonpie a few more scritches, earning him louder purrs. You had managed to crawl under the plush blankets and made yourself a nice little nest. Of course, there was always room for one more. Even if Shaun wasn't going to stay with you the whole night, you'd welcome any cuddle time with him.
Shaun's hand went from stroking Moonpie's back to splaying it over your midsection. Even through the thick blanket, you could feel his radiant warmth and love.
"Thought you said you weren't," you paused as you let another yawn escape. "tired yet."
"I'm not, but I wanted to snuggle a little before going back to work. Feel like I haven't seen you all day."
"You were nose-deep in your script. That's due tomorrow. It's okay, baby, I get it."
"Well, technically it's due today. Since ya know, it is morning." He gave a half shrug. "But, let's talk about anything else. I'll stay until you fall asleep, okay, Kitten?"
"Yeah?" You couldn't help the smile spread across your face. "I'd love that." Shaun returned it with his own warm smile, you were so adorable like this. Sleepy, warm, and happy in the bed you shared together. In the life that you two had made for yourselves. He wouldn't have traded it for anything else in this world. You were his love. His family. And with certainty, his future.
The two of you talked about your day, and the days to come. A new restaurant you wanted to try out on your next days off, Shaun mentioned a cinema house that was showing an old classic horror movie he wanted to show you, it seemed like the two of you planned a dinner and a date later this week. Conversations turned to talking about other plans you two had for the not-so-distant future.
But before long your heavy eyelids began to droop, and your words became one or two syllables as sleep slowly but surely claimed you.
Though you could not see it, Shaun gave you a tender of adoration as he watched you sleep for just a few seconds, Moonpie curled at your side as you both slumbered. Shaun lingered a moment, his lips ghosting your forehead before kissing you. You barely reacted save for a small smile on your lips.
"Sweet dreams, Kitten."
"...mm... hm...."
He delicately brushed a strand of hair away from your cheek before quietly rising from the bed, pulling up the blanket slightly to cover your sleeping form. Without another sound he silently left the bedroom to continue his work, leaving the door only open a crack.
He tiptoed back to the office and plopped down in his chair. But instead of getting back to writing, he opened the side drawer and shuffled to the back of the drawer where he kept a small black box. Picking it up, his thumb ran over the smooth yet intricate texture of the container before flicking it open to reveal a golden ring with your birthstone at the very center.
Just a few more days... to the beginning of the next chapter of your story together.
