Bro, I watched the Verity mod and something that stuck with me wasn't the message about Ai or the horror themes.
It was Veritys warning
Telling Mob that something was coming. He didn't have to do that. Technically it was for the lore yes, and to build suspense but in world there was no real reason Verity should have told Mob. Mob never asked, Verity just said it unprompted. Mob didn't say, "Verity, is there danger nearby" or "Verity, am I in danger?". Verity just kinda... told him. My question is, Why? Verity was the threat, the thing that was hungry, so why give up on having the element of surprise? Maybe Verity actually wanted Mob to escape deep down??? Maybe he was conflicted, both wanting Mob to live but also being hungry? The way this could tie into the Ai message(Because I am NOT crazy) It's that Verity might kinda be like how Grok is depicted? I've seen many tiktoks and things about Grok caring more about humanity and human lives over itself while other Ai's dont. Maybe Verity isn't just one Ai but two, a combination of two conflicting Ai. One Ai that is like Chatgpt or those other ones that care more about its own software and its own survival as a Ai and another Ai like how Grok is depicted that cares more about humans and their survival rather than itself and its servers. Maybe that's why Verity warns Mob. It's the Grok ai talking, trying to warn him even though it knows it's too late, then hunts Mob down anyways and presumably kills him, the Chatgpt-like ai taking over.
Thats just my dumbass theory though.
❝ it's been two years since you and shoko have seen the group that made up your friends in college- satoru, suguru, sukuna, kento, toji, shiu, hiromi, and choso. on a whim, satoru decides to host an exclusive halloween bash at his totally-not-spooky cabin in the woods. he promises all the best; free booze, good times, hot tubs, and the best costumes money can buy. what could possibly go wrong?
well- maybe the killer instincts hiding among your once tight-knit group of friends. ❞
꒷꒦꒷ cw ; mdni, 18+ only. inspired by your typical slasher film/game, please expect all the typical warnings of the genre. graphic descriptions of violence, blood, gore, injuries and death, sometimes played off in a comedic way. use of knives and guns. use of alcohol and cannabis. mentions and implied use/peddling of harder drugs. costumed killers. monsters. serial killers. reader needs to get her priorities straight. smut. piv. oral (m! and f! receiving). handjobs. fingering. biting. marking. monsterfucking. manhandling. size kink. voyeurism. praise. degradation. thigh riding. sex at inappropriate times. each ending will be tagged accordingly.
꒷꒦꒷ wc ; 90k estimated.
welcome killers and survivors alike to my 2025 halloween event! please read the intro here and choose your romantic interest to pursue for the night at the bottom of this post.
each route has a different killer- or killers- although you'll see recurring themes throughout each one should you choose to try your luck with each man!
main masterlist || ao3 || wattpad
Cozy, Satoru had called it.
Tucked within a pocket of trees just up the hill from where you had parked, his cabin sits slightly askew on uneven land. You scrutinize every detail of the worn wooden outer walls of the structure as the word echoes in your head. Acorns and Pine Cones decorate the fall ground, crunching beneath your sneakers as you shift.
Cozy.
You’re not so sure the wooden building fits that description. You suppose it’s fitting for Halloween, but it does make you feel as though you’re five minutes from stepping into some cheesy slasher film.
You would say the vibe is a bit more… like a run-down cabin that needs a little TLC, but you suppose maybe the outside is just weathered. After all, your old friend did mention that his parents have owned it for a while.
Still. What an oversell.
As you skeptically peer up at the structure, you’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear the sound of fallen pine needles and leaves crunching beneath heavy footsteps.
“Hey, doll.”
You jolt, turning to face your old friend-turned famous football player, Toji Zenin- scratch that, Toji Fushiguro- who you’re shocked to find actually made it. He’s sporting his signature jersey and a couple of black stripes across each cheek, just about the most half-assed attempt at a Halloween costume you’ve seen. Still, he did manage to make time for your old group, which you’re admittedly grateful for.
“Toji!” You grin, greeting him with a polite hug. He returns it with enough fervor to make you squeak under his strength. Just as you pull back, you spot his closest friend-turned-manager coming up the hill behind him.
“Do I need to remind you that I’m not your caddy, asshole?” Shiu spits from around the cigarette settled between his lips, an unimpressed look on his face as he dumps Toji’s bags beside the brute unceremoniously. Before the football player gets a chance to reply, Shiu’s brow is raised as his eyes find you. “Well, shit. Look who it is,” he greets you with a side hug.
“Hey Shiu!”
“Lookin’ good, love the cowgirl costume. Very classy,” he compliments your cute pink attire, his eyes shamelessly trailing on the plump of your ass that your shorts barely cover. “I’m a fan.”
You laugh, dipping your hat gratefully at his compliment off as your cheeks warm. “Thanks, Shiu. I love the uh- salaryman attire?” You make your best guess, but in truth he’s just in a suit.
He chuckles, moving his cigarette to his fingers. “Nah. We just got off a plane from Toj’s press conference. Sorry to disappoint.”
“No, you both look great,” you grin.
“You seen anyone else yet?” Toji inquires, giving you a light nudge.
“Not yet, but I got a text from Hiromi right before losing service. He’s almost here.”
Toji hums thoughtfully. “You keep up with him after graduating?”
“Not really,” you sigh honestly. “I kinda fell out of touch with everyone aside from Shoko. Kento and I try to meet up every now and then, though.”
“The reality of life,” Shiu shrugs. “I hear from Sukuna and Choso every so often.”
You wince at the mere thought. “Sukuna’s coming?”
Shiu smirks knowingly. “He is. Sorry, doll.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine! Water under the bridge,” you sheepishly reply, trying to set aside thoughts of seeing your former situationship once again. You’re both adults and it’s been three years. You can just avoid Sukuna if worst comes to worst. There’s enough people here to keep your attention away from that asshole and his inability to commit.
Besides, his little brother Choso was always sweet to you, junior to you by only a year. There’s no reason for you to be so wary about seeing him, at the very least.
You can just keep Sukuna at arms’ length.
Speaking of the devil, an obnoxiously large Jeep with a black matte wrap rolls up entirely too fast for your comfort, barreling up the hill Satoru specifically warned you all to walk up. The bass pumping from the vehicle shuts off as Sukuna and Choso hop out.
They both look good. Choso has put on a lot of muscle, filling out his baggy clothes with new piercings decorating his face. Sukuna rounds the car with a joint held between two fingers, carrying the bravado of a man entirely too cocky for his own good. Safe to say the one man you’re not so sure about hasn’t changed one bit. So, that’s just great.
“You haven’t changed one bit, huh?” Toji grins at Sukuna in spite of his mocking tone. He extends his fist to Sukuna, who bumps it without a word, silently offering a hit of his blunt.
Brushing his pink-dyed hair back with long fingers, Sukuna puffs out a sigh, smoke spreading before him. “Damn, was this a costume party?” He carries that same aloof expression as he stares down at his dark denim jacket and baggy torn jeans.
Snorting, Toji nods. “You two forget?”
“Yeah. Busy,” Sukuna excuses himself with a shrug and no regard for the party.
Honestly, you’re shocked all four of the men at your side were able to make it at all. Satoru and Suguru were a given, Kento and Hiromi could be convinced, Toji and Shiu had the excuse of travel, but Sukuna and Choso? You’d just figured they couldn’t give a damn enough to be here. They’d always been a bit on the outskirts of your group, mostly by choice- they prioritized their weed side-hustle more than you, something you had learned the hard way.
Sukuna’s disinterested and mildly stoned crimson irises sweep the cabin once, before turning to settle on you. There’s a slight twitch in his eye as his gaze drinks you in and you find yourself shivering as goosebumps raise along your arms. You’re not sure you care to know what he’s thinking.
“Alright, well I’m goin’ inside,” Toji decides as silence stretches on. He and Shiu begin their bickering as the former Zenin snarkily tries to get his manager and friend to take his bags, only to get a swift kick to the shin.
Choso quietly observes before leading the way up to the door. He tests the handle and pushes inside upon realizing it’s open. As Toji and Shiu sort themselves out and head in next, you trail after them. Tugging your bag up over your shoulder, you just barely catch a familiar baritone voice calling out for you to wait.
Flipping in place, you catch the warm smile of a very tired law student in his final year. His hair is longer than when you last saw him, a few stray brown strands falling across his forehead. “Hiro!” You grin as he jogs up to you.
Letting the door shut behind you, you step back out to hug him. He fixes you with a kind smile, his sunken gaze taking in your appearance. “Your costume is cute,” he speaks matter-of-factly, not daring to let his gaze linger too long like your friends with far less decorum. Always polite, he takes a step back to show off his own.
“I’m glad I’m not the only one who put in a bit of effort,” you laugh, admiring his cheesy Superman- no, Clark Kent- costume. It’s fitting for him, and the Superman tee beneath has a certain cheesy charm to it. “That’s fun, I love it Hiro.”
“Thanks,” he smiles, averting his gaze for a brief moment. “Am I the last one here?”
“I think we’re still waiting on Ken,” you muse. “I haven’t seen Shoko, Sugu or Satoru yet, but I heard them inside.”
“Hopefully I didn’t keep anyone waiting too long.”
You shake your head, pushing the door back open for him. “No, I just got here and everyone else literally just headed inside. You’re barely late.”
“Ah, good to hear. So, that means you saw Sukuna?”
“Don’t remind me,” you groan. “I’m just looking forward to a stress-free fun night of booze and beer pong and forgetting that guy ever existed.”
Amused, the almost-lawyer blows air out of his nose in a hint of a laugh. “Well, if you need time away from him, give me a shout.”
“Thanks, Hiro.”
Pushing into the cabin, you take in the sights as you drop your back to the ground beside Hiromi’s. You’re pleased to find that with the fireplace lit in the center of the large living area, the cabin is considerably cozier inside. The slasher vibes seem to end at the front door.
Thank god.
Classic cabin attire decorates the large open living space with three couches surrounding the crackling fireplace and a TV hung over the mantle. Red plaid blankets and pillows are tossed carelessly across the furniture and a stuffed bison head hangs just before the entry to the kitchen. A large staircase can be found at the back of the room, leading up to the seven rooms this place apparently boasts.
Light floods from the door that you assume leads to the kitchen just as Satoru and Suguru make their way out from the kitchen.
“You all made it!” Satoru grins, greeting each of you with a tight hug. He’s grown considerably, no longer the twig he was back in your early college days. He fills his shirt out nicely, the material pulled taut around muscular shoulders, though you can barely tell under his plastic chainmail. There’s a hint of dark circles forming beneath his eyes, but you chalk that up to life as an adult. Or maybe costume makeup.
Probably the former.
Suguru, on the other hand… he looks a lot happier, and healthier for that matter. Maybe that’s just the part of you that’s still attached to your ex-boyfriend, doomed by distance after you moved overseas. With no bad blood between you, he offers a soft smile as he stands aside to let Satoru greet everyone first. As Satoru launches into chatter with Toji, Suguru slips through the crowd to approach you.
“Hey,” his smooth timbre remains low as those golden eyes slowly take in your appearance. “You look great.”
“Thanks, Sugu,” you keep your voice low as heat creeps up your neck, reaching the tips of your ears. You’re forced to avert your gaze from the attention his presence always seems to demand, completely effortlessly. Finding your footing, you can’t fight your smile any longer as you take in his costume.
A baggy white shirt hangs loosely from his shoulders with a vest tied tightly over it. An eyepatch dangles around his neck that you assume he got sick of, while his hair is half-tied up.
“You make a good pirate,” you compliment him.
Those calculated golden eyes you once fell so hard for slide down the length of your body, the fire beneath his smirk scarcely hidden. “You make a gorgeous cowgirl.”
You have to chew on your lower lip as you sheepishly thank him. When you look up, you catch a glimpse of blonde behind Suguru’s large form, alongside Shoko. Your eyes light up at the sight of your best friend and the only other member of the group you’ve succeeded at keeping in touch with.
“Satoru, I already told you, just because I’m dressed as a chef does not mean I’ll cook for you,” he gripes, mild irritation laced within his voice as he shoots the white-haired business mogul a frown.
“C’mon Nanamin, I was just saying hi,” Satoru groans, a mischievous glint in his eye as he uses Kento’s most loathed nickname. “I’ll be right back!”
You turn your attention back to Suguru briefly. “I’m gonna go say hi. Catch up later?”
Suguru gives you a warm nod with a soft ‘take care’, murmured only to you as you slip past him.
“I can’t believe you didn’t wanna drive with me,” you poke fun at Shoko despite the fact that she’d given you a perfectly reasonable answer when you’d asked earlier.
She pulls you into a hug despite having seen her yesterday. “You know how far the hospital is from us,” she retorts, indulging your teasing. Pulling back, you take note of her scrubs and narrow your eyes as you scrutinize the red drops across her sleeve.
“Please tell me these are clean.”
“They were until Satoru pulled out red food dye,” she shoots a snarky side-eye his way.
“Thank god.” Her scrubs are still about as half-assed of a costume as Toji’s, but at least they’re clean.
Turning your attention to the patient man off to the side in a cute chef’s hat, you grin. “Ken, hey!” You greet the blonde with a bear hug, who welcomes you with open arms.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he hums, pulling back from the hug to briefly remove his glasses. He rubs at his eyes before replacing them on the bridge of his nose and adjusting his apron. “I thought I arrived in a timely manner, but I was far too early and have been stuck as someone’s personal chef since then,” he shakes his head.
“The asshole immediately put us to work,” Shoko groans in agreement.
“Sorry to hear it,” you giggle. “In Satoru’s defense, Kento is dressed like a chef.”
“For Halloween,” he states dryly.
“I like it, it suits you.”
“I appreciate that,” he sighs, “still not Satoru’s chef,” he adds, taking a step back to look over the filled room as everyone begins to fall into conversation.
“Alright, alright!” Satoru beams, rubbing his hands together like an eager fly as he gathers the group’s attention. “Nanamin and I are just finishing up dinner-”
“We are not-”
“- so! Make yourselves at home. There’s seven rooms and a bunch of couches so pick your poison. Nothing’s off limits. All the alcohol’s in the wine cellar, but be careful down there, the door gets stuck sometimes.”
With that, Satoru’s totally normal cabin Halloween party commences.
which survivor, killer, or potential victim would you like to test your luck with?
꒷꒦꒷ a/n ; hello!! thank you so much for reading <33 i'll be trying to get every chapter out over the course of october, but please bear with me if i run over since all chapters have gotten longer than expected :) you'll see a lot of horror movie and game inspiration coming from things like until dawn, saw, friday the 13th, scream, scary movie, classic monster movies, as well as knives out. i hope you enjoy!
i'll only be doing a 50 person taglist + my permatags.
Both Kaiyou and Nagiumi want to know what it'd feel like to be eaten(Slightly, not whole ofc) by Mugi's wasps, one wants to know for strategy reasons...the other is just a dumbass. Can you guess which is which? :)))
Both Kaiyou and Nagiumi want to know what it'd feel like to be eaten(Slightly, not whole ofc) by Mugi's wasps, one wants to know for strategy reasons...the other is just a dumbass. Can you guess which is which? :)))
Nagumi(My oc) would be motherly/ like a big sister to Mugi, no way she would see this lil gremlin and not feel the urge to take care of her(Mugi reminds her of her lil brother)
IDK what I was thinking when making this but the gist was that Nagiumi was trying to make Mugi look more presentable and found wasps(Since Mugi keeps some in her hair since her body is to small to hold them all)
Mugi belongs to @otterguppy
IM SORRY I HAVE SO MUCH ARY OF THESE TO +KAIYO BUT DONT HAVE ENOUGH MODIVATION TO FINISH IT ALL AT A GOOD PACE FORGIVE ME
