A weirdo

(They/them) I do anything on this, mostly lurking but ig i write fanfic too

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Sometimes I wish I could report social media posts and comments for just having a stupid opinion or just being insufferable in general. I shit you not, I saw a post yesterday saying that people who disliked the clanker jokes back in 2025 were just preformativly woke and that they “wouldn’t survive instagram reels.” Obviously the white woman that made this post turned off stitches so that people couldn’t call her out on her bs. Are these people engagement bateing or are they just genuinely bigoted/dumb.

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Lowkey I need an irl friend who is super obsessed with creepypasta as much as i am so we can develop super delusions of being slendermans proxies and run away into the woods on camping trips, cosplaying our OCs and searching for the slendermansion

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Something that gives me the ick is yautja x reader fanfic in this fuck ass fandom. Dont get me wrong, idc what youre into and sometimes its a guilty pleasure of mine to be into that power imbalance dynamic thing going on. However the magority of the time is done so hyper heterosexually that the queer femenist in me will awaken and from the depths of my soul make me regect it like an anefelactic to nuts.

Why is it, in most fanfics, (the fem reader x male yautja) do I feel like Im reading lore olympus but with omegaverse elements and in outer space? Don't get me wrong, theres nothing wrong if thats what you are into, but it makes up most of this fandom. Additionally its mostly NSFW with a sprinkle of pregnancy/breeding fetish. Thats fine but sex isnt always the end all be all of things.

My frustration finalises in the yuri famine that we face here. Why can I only find 2 people that actually do saphic based x reader fanfic on all of the websites! Nothing on Wattpad, nothing on tumblr, nothing on a03!

Now don't get me wrong, I am no Sappho of Lesbos, however sometimes I wan't a big muscular woman to take care of me and absolutely dominate me. Is that so hard to ask for? Sure this may be hypocritical of me to say, however I still feel that this is way different to the Alpha male x kitten thing that some of you absolute cishet breeders.

And I'll end this rant with this image because I genuinly belive this is what alot of the yautja self ships look like.

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Wandering over the hills unseen: Part 3

(Laughing Jack x Fem Reader)

You were downstairs, drinking a cup of tea at the dining table and reading a book whilst your mum worked in your bedroom with the fuse box. You heard her and your step father yelling back and forth as they worked on the electrics. It was mildly irritating but your mind was still elsewhere. You paused to take a sip of tea, the deliriousness of sleep fading away as you thought further about last night. You thought about Jack, you thought about the carnival, the children, and his avoidance when it came to explaining the little ones with sacks over their heads. The more you pondered, doubt seeped through the cracks of the dream. The deal you had made with him seemed too good to be true, and the carnival last night feeling full of whimsy and wander at the time now left an aftertaste of a sugar coating veiling a truth that was being hidden. The new concern filled your mind like a plague, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off.

There wasn't much in the way of chores to do today aside from take the dog for a walk and doing the dishes. Unless mother dearest decided otherwise and sent you on a mystical quest elsewhere. So the rest of the day was relatively uneventful, just looking for apprenticeships online, making lunch for your parents, sewing some easy felt plushies you found on Pinterest to sell at the next fanfare or convention. Noon came and all three of you sat down outside eating sandwiches you had made, and sipping coffee. 'Hey (Y/N)... you know that clown doll... Jack in the box...' your Mum began, cautiously. You raised an eyebrow as your eyes moved their attention to her, 'yes? What about him?'

'I know you're fond of your creepy things and your dolls, and don't get me wrong, it's a lovely antique...'

'But?'

'I don't know what it is but I feel that something is wrong with it. Like it's cursed.'

'Cursed?'

'Yes like that necklace I bought all those years ago that gave me bad luck every time I wore it. Maybe not cursed but there is definitely something malevolent about it and I don't feel comfortable with it being in my house.' She further explained in a gentle tone. Your Mum always had a sixth sense for these kinds of things, whenever she got a bad feeling about someone or something, she was usually right, even at times she seemed a bit too superstitious. 'Are you suggesting I get rid of him?' You asked, thinking back to your deal, and the way he had told you not to put him away. 'No! Of course not, I'm just warning you to be weary... and I was hoping you would let me move it to the shed. At least then it wouldn't actually be inside the house.'

You considered her proposal. Would it technically be violating his request if you put him in the shed? If you consistently visited him everyday and put him in a visible area, technically it wouldn't be abandonment or you putting him away. You sighed, 'Mum... there is something I haven't been telling you about it. But now you bring this up, I don't think it's just in my head anymore.' And from there you confessed to your parents concerning the dreams, the apparitions and the deal. Both your Mum and your Step dad looked on at you in concern, a fearful expression crossing their faces as their eyes connected. Your stepdad spoke up, '(Y/N)... we don't want you touching that thing anymore. Do you understand? We will move it to the car, and we will get rid of it tomorrow. You're in danger."

With that your mum got to work setting up a salt circle in the boot of the car, and your step dad retrieving the box and placing it in the centre before closing it away. A blanket of dread and anticipation enveloped you all. They couldn't go out right now because the electrics couldn't be left for too long, additionally it had to be done by the end of the day. But at the same time, there was still the risk of what was to come next if Laughing Jack realised the box was closed and put away.

For the rest of the day everyone was on edge, you couldn't do much but anxiously wait for tomorrow and your parents didn't finish until night had approached. You all unanimously decided on a chippy tea for the night, but none of you really had the stomach to eat, so you just boxed up your food and left it in the fridge to have for breakfast the next day. All of you bid each other a good night and retreated back to your respective rooms.

Your head hit the pillow and you immediately felt drowsy, juxtaposing with your body being filled with enough anxiety to keep you awake for days but nonetheless you couldn't help but let your eyelids fall and allow unconsciousness to envelope you. But then a sound could be heard. Like a quiet jingling of little bells, and porcelain clinking together. Your eyes opened but your body remained still. You tried to turn your bedside lamp on only to be met with paralysis. You felt something land on the edge of your bed, in-fact it was many things. You could see the faint shadowy silhouettes of those little clown dolls and they were creeping closer to you. They crawled their way up your body, their little feet and hands poking you as you heard little whispers come from them. One crawled right up next to your ear as you could feel it leaning in, 'wake up.'

Suddenly you heard an ear piercing scream, and your eyes opened and you shot up with a gasp. You looked around you, the clown dolls were still scattered around your bed, now inanimate. Another series of screams, thuds and the sounds of things breaking came from your parents room. You jumped out of bed and ran to their room, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You threw open the door only to see your worst fears confirmed. The room was a mess, furniture had been thrown around, trinkets and ornaments scattered, your stepdad was facedown with a gash on his head, and there he was holding your mother by her neck as she clawed at his arm. 'JACK! WHAT ARAE YOU DOING?" You cried out. He turned his head, barely looking over his shoulder. 'They were trying to ruin everything. Putting ideas into your head.' He snarled. You walked over, cautiously. 'Please. Let them go. It wasn't their fault...' His grip tightened around your Mums neck, you could hear her chokes and gasps for air as she gave you a pleading look.

'It's my fault! You can't fault them for being ignorant it was me who allowed for it to happen! It's my responsibility and I'm sorry.' There was a pause, he dropped your mum and she fell to the floor coughing and gasping for air as she held her throat by a hand. Laughing Jack stormed over to you, towering over your frame. He was taller than usual, less human looking, as if someone took his limbs and stretched them out then tweaked the proportions of his face ever so slightly, making him look uncanny to an almost monstrous state. The hurt of betrayal was evident in his eyes. 'We made a deal. You need to either fix me or die trying. Do you understand?' He said calmly. Jack looked over at your mother and stepfather who were still collapsed on the floor. 'But now you've proven that your susceptibility to distractions and the wrong influences-'

'You're not going to kill them, are you?' You cut in frightfully. He chuckled a hollow chuckle with no smile, 'No... but I will be taking you from them. Or I can take them from you. Either way they need to stay away from you.'

You locked eyes with your mum as she silently cried, tears and snot seeping into every wrinkle of despair on her expressing. She looked as if she was trying to speak, to object, but nothing came out. She could only shake her head no, trying to persuade you of something but you didn't know what. Laughing Jack caught you looking over at her and aggressively gripped your face, turning it back onto him. 'What is it going to be? Hm?' You didn't want to go with him but you couldn't imagine what he'd do to your parents in wherever "away" was. 'Take me away from them.' You said calmly. The corner of his mouth twitched, 'Very well then.' And with that, black smoke emerged surrounding the two of you ready to take you both to wherever it was. But just as the room was about to disappear, your Mother stood up and bolted to try grasp for you, not ready to face the reality of you leaving. 'NO-' she reached out, but then her voice was cut off by the smoke now fully opaque and now dissipating but not into where you'd expect it. Instead of the monochrome carnival you seemed to land in the middle of a dark forest.

He grabbed you by your wrist and began dragging you through the woods, taking long strides and giving you no time to watch your step as you stumbled and tripped along to wherever he was taking you. 'You've really fucked up this time you know that right,' he proclaimed angrily. 'Just because you're coming with me doesn't mean you're going to get off lightly,' he hollowly chuckled again.

Soon you reached a clearing with tall grass and the remnants of an overgrown garden, with a gravel path down the middle. And leading to the end of the path was a fancy porch, the porch belonging to a large early 19th century mansion.

The large imposing doors before you both creaked open on their own accord, revealing the dusty, unkempt state of the interior. The walls the lobby were embellished with a fleshy pink wallpaper with a once white, but now yellowed wooden panelling. The chandelier above was decorated with red tear drop shaped glass with a healthy layer of dust, casting a harsh white light over the room, seemingly washing out what would've otherwise been vibrant and warm colours. At the end was a large staircase split into two, separating the wings of the mansion, adorned with a deep red, rather thick carpet.

You were dragged forward and up the stairs to the left wing, the colours of the corridors matching the lobby but with more ornaments and decor to break up the repetitive pattern. Each door you, although once uniform, each had a unique mark to them weather it be door signs with the names of the residents plastered on, chopped holes that were now boarded over, stickers, or just a strength up repaint, different to the original off white. The one you two stopped outside of was more plain and simple, with a classy plaque with Laughing Jacks name written across it. Taking out a key he unlocked it, inside was a Victorian style bedroom decorated with circus memorabilia, some monochrome to match jack, others bright and colourful like how a typical circus should be.

He sat you down on a chaise next to the window, still with an upset expression crossing his face. 'Don't move. I'm going to talk to someone,' Jack gritted his teeth before promptly leaving and locking the door behind him, his body moving as if it were gliding across the floor. You let out an exasperated breath as if you had been holding it this entire time. Tears fell from your eyes as you did so, finally getting a chance to after having been blasted with all the craziness just a moment ago. Now separated from your family, your original life, everything that made you who you were before, gone in an instant. Now you were stuck in whatever place this was with an emo penny wise looking ahh mother fucker and possibly many more like him.

After you had been left silently crying for a good moment the door unlocked again, Laughing Jack appeared, next to him a taller figure, someone we couldn't fit inside the doorframe wearing all black. They both entered, revealing the figures full appearance. A man with no face, completely white but with a wooden texture, tendrils like branches emerging from behind but you weren't able to pin point exactly where. It was smartly dressed in a black suit. 'Is this the one you're wanting to keep around?' The Operator asked, the branches seemed to vibrate as he spoke, a deep yet elegant voice with no mouth for it to come from. 'Yes. I promise, it's only temporary-'

'No need for promises... they can be of use to me.'

'Ay? How?'

'You never know. We always need an extra hand here and there around here. Give her a tour around the manor before she goes and hurts herself.' It finalised before turning and leaving into the shadows. Jack seemed a little less angry and tensed now. Not any emotion in his expression really.

'That was the Operator. Or as some call him around here, Slenderman. Trust me, you don't want to mess with him.' Jack explained, placing a hand on his hip. He looked you up and down sighing to himself, you were still in your pyjamas with a bit of bead hair, 'We should probably put some different clothes on you first... trust me, you will want to make a good impression.' He then proceeded over to a chest of drawers and pulled a short sleeve white blouse, a grey tweed dress and some black stockings, with the appropriate underwear of course, handed them to you and pointed toward the privacy screen in the corner of the room. Even though all the clothes seemed to be more to his size when holding them, when you put them on they seemed to shrink to your body size, fitting you perfectly.

You emerged from behind the screen in your new attire, 'um... thanks...' you said quietly, not really looking him in the eye. He stared at you with a pregnant pause before gesturing for you to sit down at the dresser. He did what he could do with your hair, making it look presentable enough before adding a few accessories to finish off the look. You looked at yourself in the mirror and admittedly he did a good job on your behalf, but part of you couldn't help but feel as if you were being toyed with like a doll. 'There. Now you look good. Let's go show you off.' He patted your shoulder before leaving the room. 'What about shoes?' You asked, he didn't even stop to give it consideration. 'So you can run away into the woods easier? Hell no. Now let's roll.' He answered with an eye roll.

He continued down the hallway and around the corner, showing you where there were bathrooms, storage cupboards, and rooms that were seemingly random in their purpose, such as a small indoor cinema (a couch with a projector), a sound proof interrogation room, a craft room, etc. One of the peculiar rooms he showed was a gaming room of many console types and many more screens stacked atop each other lining the walls, in the middle were a couple of bean bags and two people sat down playing video games together while sharing a bowl of Cheetos. One was an elf looking young man, kind of resembling link from majoras mask, but when you looked closer he seemed to be an android, connecting to a series of wires. The other was another young man with a Glasgow smile and a half burnt off face that he tried to hide with a black mane of emo hair. Both of them stank.

'Oh, forgot this was Bens room...' Jack wrinkled his nose. The elf android turned his attention toward you two, 'Oh, hey LJ. Who's the chick?' He asked. 'This is (Y/N), and (Y/N) this is Ben and Jeff.' They both gave a half wave not really turning much attention away from the game until Jeff's character was then killed. 'DUDE! DON'T TRY ME WITH THAT SNEAK SHIT! I KNOW YOU CAN CONTROL THE GAME WITH YOUR WEIRD ROBO GHOST FUCKERY!' Jeff raged, throwing his controller across the room. Ben just howled in laughter, 'common, no need to be a sore looser.' Jeff proceeded to pounce on Ben and stupidly attempted to strangle his neck. Which obviously didn't work as it was made of a synthetic material. Jack just proceeded to slam the door and promptly move you on to the next part of the tour.

Next, you were lead to a small set of stairs leading to what seemed to be a part of the attic, which looked to have been converted into a massive medical bay. Not a particularly modern one, very old fashioned and slightly dingy, but it probably did the job. In one corner was a rather pale looking doctor with coal black hair sitting at a desk doing some kind paperwork. Not too far away from him was a man with orange goggles on one of the beds having some stitches being done by someone else in a blue mask wearing all black. The one with orange goggles turned his attention towards you two and spoke up. 'Who's that?' He asked, the gash on the side of his face revealing his gums and teeth causing a slight lisp when he spoke. 'Hi, I'm (Y/N),' you introduced yourself. 'Toby,' he replied. 'I'm Jack and that over there is Dr Smiley,' said the man in the blue mask, pausing and lifting his attention away from Tobys arm. Laughing Jack spoke up, 'I almost forgot to tell you, because there are two people named Jack around here, people often refer to myself as LJ and the other Jack as EJ.' He went onto explain.

You thought for a minute as it made sense why LJ were the initials used for your Jack, 'what does EJ stand for?' You enquired. 'Eyeless Jack. Because I have no eyes.' EJ butted in. 'How come you're stitching someone up if you're blind?'

'Who said I was blind? Im a supernatural creature, I do what I want!' He exclaimed with a little annoyance in his voice. 'Well! We'll leave you to it.' LJ said, leading you away and down the stairs. To next explore the east wing. 'How come this place is such a sausage fest, are there no girls around here?' You chuckled, but he just shrugged. 'It's not that there aren't any girls around here, there just aren't that many. Off the top of my head I think we have...' he paused to count with his fingers, 'probably six or seven, excluding you of course. Even then, one of them is a ghost and the other... she's... uh... basically a female version of me?'

'A female version of you?'

'Yeah... her name is laughing Jill. We're good friends, she was created under the same pretences as myself. She wields a chainsaw though, which is pretty cool!' He nodded to the side as you both continued on.

There wasn't much on the east wing aside from a few more bathrooms, a large botanic balcony, and a few panic rooms. Obviously there were still more bedrooms, but you didn't go in them. You moved downstairs via a spiral staircase into a library room lit mostly by candle light and oil lamps. Sitting in a nook by a window were two girls looking rather comfortable under a blanket with a small table next to them holding two mugs. They were reading together, not looking up from their books as you descended. Jack approached the two of them and tapped them both on the shoulder. 'Hey I need to introduce you two to the newbie.' They rolled their eyes and looked over at you. 'Jane.' Introduced the girl with the most luxurious black Afro you had ever seen and a white mask with a kind of gothic makeup painted onto it. 'Natalie. But a lot of people call me clockwork,' said the girl with pin straight dark brown hair, and a pocket watch shoved into her eye. 'I'm (Y/N).' They nodded in unison before turning their attention back to their books, uninterested by the conversation.

LJ just moved you on, down the hallway there weren't any bedrooms now, just useful rooms. You stepped into the kitchen together, it reminded you of those old large kitchens you see on a tour of what once was an aristocrats estate, except this one was actually working, with ovens, stoves, fire pits and a lot of equipment. There was a whole separate room for food storage, an expansive pantry of the likes would've only been described in Tolkiens books about the shire. Along with a good few freezers and fridges.

Then entered three new faces, one wearing a yellow hood, one wearing a tan jacket, and one wearing a long black coat with a stripped scarf. All three of them were covered in blood. 'That's the last time I tell you to let Sully take over. Fucking hell he almost got us all killed!' Said the one with the tan jacket the trio congregated to the sink to wash their hands. 'Yeah not gonna lie, this mission was lowkey buns. Why did all of them have to be armed lumberjacks.' Sighed the one in the yellow hoodie. 'Yo is that LJ?' All three of them turned towards you both. You waved and smiled awkwardly. 'I'm (Y/N).' There was a mix of emotions emitting from the three. 'LJ, is this another snack for the house?' Asked the one in the striped scarf. 'No, Lui. This is a new resident. They work for me.' He rolled his eyes and turned to you. 'Oh by the way. This is Lui, Brian, and Tim. Let's move on.' You two briskly left the kitchen.

You two passed a laundry room and then a dining room before moving forward from the east wing and back to the west wing where there was a ballroom a conservatory and a lounge. The lounge was rather large and filled with ornate furniture, however the large TV above the fire place mildly ruined the vibe of such a Victorian space. Watching cartoons on the TV were two girls, one younger looking brunette with a long pink dress and a girl who appeared to be around the same age as you who looked like she stepped straight out of a my space profile. Her scars matched Jeff. The younger one looked over at you and Jack when you entered, that was when you saw the blood running down her face, and sticking to her hair emerging from a large gash in her head. It made you wince. 'Jesus are you ok?' You spoke up, alerting the other girl as the young girl giggled at your question. 'Don't worry, she's a ghost,' she jumped up from her seat and jogged over to you with a large grin on her face. 'Hi! I'm Nina and that over there is Sally! Are you new here?' She exclaimed as she shook your hand excitedly. 'Yeah, I'm (Y/N). I'm here with LJ.' You smiled awkwardly.

Nina looked over at LJ, who seemed to be a bit more relaxed around her and Sallys presence compared to the other residents. 'I'm giving her a tour, you two wanna tag along? We're nearing the end of it, just the ballroom and conservatoryto show next.' Nina nodded enthusiastically and Sally gave a thumbs up before turning the TV off and jumping off the couch to join you both. The ballroom, although empty and unused, was rather elegant but didn't have much going for it aside from what its intended use would be so you four quickly moved on from that. 'Oh, (Y/N), has LJ told you not to go in the basement yet?' Sally enquired, Jack facepalmed as if he had just remembered he was supposed to do that. 'LJ! You can't just skip out on that! What if our newbie goes to the basement and dies!' Nina nudged him on the shoulder. 'Look! It just slipped my mind, it's been a long day ok!' He bickered back.

'What's in the basement?' You asked in a concerned tone. Jack was just about to explain when Nina butted in. 'Creepy shit! It's above a cave system where apparitions will appear and lead you to your death, then you'll get eaten!'

'Jeez ok! Damn, I won't go down there then.' You grimaced at the thought. 'It's true. We call it "the belly" down there,' Sally piped up, you raised an eyebrow. 'That's because it literally is. At the end of the cave system is a small little tunnel, if you go in there, you'll be digested and it feeds the mansion, and at the same time, Mr Slendy-'

'Also known as The Operator, who you have met. Basically the mansion is his body and the cave is how he eats. The form you see works as a place holder body so a part of him can break off and do stuff.' Interjected LJ. 'That's part of the reason why we are sent out on missions, so we can get rid of people who either know too much or people for him to eat. Or just people who get too close to our vicinity.'

The conversation came to a close when you reached the conservatory and opened the pain glass doors. The moonlight shone inside casting a milky glow over the collection of exotic plants that surrounding you. You heard water trickling from the small fountain in the middle, where there was a little fish pond with Lilly pads and flowers. Either side of the pond were a set of garden tables and chairs, one of which was taken up by two individuals having tea, one of whom you could only assume was Laughing Jill. Jack was right to describe her as a female version of himself. She had long lush black hair reaching down to her waist, and a beautiful Victorianesque gown  that seemed to have been cut to knee length, but otherwise she looked like a twin to him. Same makeup, same stripes, same nose. Across from her was a fellow with equally Victorian style clothing, but with neck length red hair and piercing green eyes. 'Ah! We've been expecting you two! Not so much Nina and Sally but the more the merrier.' Spoke the man with red hair. The girls grimaced in response. 'I think we'll go back to watching cartoons, what do you say Sally?' She quickly nodded in response before the pair disappeared off.

You and Jack sat down with Jill and the other fella. 'I'm Jason and this is Jill. I'm sure Jack has told you a lot about us,' he grinned leaning in almost uncomfortably close to you. Jack just side eyed him in response. 'Uh... I've heard a bit about Jill but nothing about you. Sorry,' you watched the enthusiasm drain into but an eye twitch as he leaned back into his chair taking another sip of tea. Then Jill spoke up. 'Well we've heard quite a bit about you and Jack from a little mutual friend of ours,' she smiled. 'Who?' LJ asked. 'Candy pop. Said that you were back in the game trying to get your colours back or whatever,' she chuckled as she took another sip of her tea. 'Yes yes... apparently you had put on a whole show to impress this one,' Jason smirked. 'Look, it's not just about the colours though now-'

'Did you know that I was the one he came to all those years ago to try fix him?' Jason interrupted him to enquire you. 'Oh you're that guy?' Your eyebrows raised. He nodded. 'Yep. Then he went to Candy pop. Then Jill showed up, cut from the same cloth but not stained with the same wounds, yidda yadda, drama here and there. Now we're one big friend group, coincidentally all working for the same boss. He left that part out in the little play he preformed for you, but that's it in a nutshell. Any questions?'

You furrowed your brow to think for a moment, 'Ok so what you're telling me is that you're still friends with the same fae guy that tried to grab me in my bathtub, you left the details about a whole other one of you out, and now I'm living in a man eating mansions, do I have that straight?' You crossed your arms looking directly at Jack, who seemed a little embarrassed. 'Also, if this place is so dangerous, why didn't you just make me live in that little carnival dimension of yours?' You further enquired, all three collectively rolled their eyes as if they had to explain this for the millionth time. 'Trust me, you don't wanna stay in his or my dimension for particularly long. Yeah it's all well and good for a visit, but from what we've observed it will either make you go insane and die, or your body gets absorbed into the dimension, causing you to be reduced to a ghost, and it would make it difficult for you to leave. So either way you die.' Jill shrugged. 'Besides, who would want to be in a nasty old carnival when you could be in my lovely, luxurious theatre house,' she smiled, gently placing her finger and thumb on your chin.

Jack stared daggers at her. 'A theatre house? Seriously, how boring? My toy dimension is much better, and you can actually see colours. Who knows, maybe you could join my doll collection someday,' Jason smiled, as he placed a hand on your shoulder, both making you blush a little whilst winding Jack up even more. 'Oh stop your squabbling, clearly she is one for the fae. I mean look at her. Never mind wasting her on little toys and games,' you heard a new voice from behind you as two gloved hands appeared on your shoulders. The person leaned down to face you slightly, the jingling of bells could be heard with each movement. Their face was painted white with makeup like a jester. Their hair was a vivid blue, only just covering their pointed ears. 'Nice being able to say hi to you now,' they said in a sultry voice, their smile revealing pointy teeth.

At this point, Laughing Jack was at his boiling point and slammed his palms down on the table as he stood up. 'Ok! That's it. We'll be on our way thank you very much!' He said before picking you up and teleporting back to his room via the black smoke which you had now grown used to. You were then plopped down on the bed as he sat next to you, his face in his hands as he sighed. You were still a little flustered by the all the events that had just transpired. 'You must be tired. We should get you to bed.' You nodded in response as he rummaged to grab a night gown from a drawer. 'Wait what happened to my old Pajamas?'

'Fire.'

'Oh.' You went behind the privacy screen again and got changed into the old nightgown that reached down to your feet. 'Where am I sleeping?' You asked, looking around the room for a spare bed. LJ just patted the current large bed in the middle of the room. 'Where are you sleeping?'

'In my bed? Duh.' He shrugged as he went to go put on his own Pyjamas behind the privacy screen. 'Surely this mansion has spare rooms I can use though.' You raised an eyebrow confused. 'You're right, but you're sleeping in here. With me.' He said so nonchalantly, before emerging from behind the screen wearing the most dramatic black lace nightgown you had ever seen, matched with a lace, silk robe with fur trimming. 'Yes but why?' You sat down on the bed.

He sat down at the dressing table and started to put hair oils and curlers in. 'Jesus, it's not like we're living in the 19th century anymore. It's not like you're gonna die sleeping in the same bed as a "man." You humans and your fucking gender rolls I swear. It was exhausting 2 centuries ago, it's exhausting now,' he rolled his eye and groaned. 'Anyways do you want any of this? A night bonnet perhaps?' LJ asked as he finished up on his own hair, wrapping it with his own black night bonnet. You sighed and walked over, 'yes please.' He handed you the bottle and a spare bonnet for you to sort yourself out before getting into bed, keeping to one side with a lamp on to read a book. You nervously crept into bed with him on the other side, so surprised to see this kind of night time routine out of him. 'Oh, you don't mind me having a read. Helps me sleep.' You shook your head before rolling over and resting your head.

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Wandering over the hills unseen: Part 2

(Laughing Jack x fem reader)

You went downstairs with the Jack in the box and grabbed yourself a coffee, before setting him across from you on the table, trying to figure out what could be done to rectify his lack of colour. 'Maybe I need to remake this form of you... refurbish the fabric,' you held the yellowed cotton between your fingers, thinking of ways to replace it whilst still retaining some of his original parts and design. You took your phone out and started to look at online fabric shops to buy from to make him some new colourful clothes. You then looked at tutorials on how to redo makeup on old porcelain dolls. The main thing you were worried about with this however was not having the skills necessary to remake his physical appearance. After all, you weren't a master toy maker, especially not one that specialised in antique dolls or Jacks.

You thought back to his story from last night as you sipped on your coffee. You thought about how he said he didn't want you to close his lid or leave him abandoned. Perhaps the issue was emotional. I mean, being locked in a box for 13 years not long after being born would make anyone go insane, no wonder his physical form changed if it were intertwined with Issac's. 'I'm not a professional by any means but perhaps you need someone to talk through it with?' There was no answer from the doll, no hint of movement. Just an inanimate object. Perhaps the dream was just a dream, after all. Your stepfather appeared from behind you in rough gear, ready for a day of doing projects on the house and in the garden with your mother, 'what ya got there?'

'Oh, it's just one of the clown thingies I bought yesterday. Thought he looked quite cool.'

'Is it now?' He asked looking closer. 'Anyways, mum told me to tell you that she wants you to do the laundry, hoover the house, take the dog out and wipe down the surfaces.'

'Which ones?'

'Kitchen, living room and dining room.'

'Ah. Alright, I'll get on it then.' You said to go back upstairs to put the toy back. But instead of placing him on the windowsill next to the basket containing all the other clown dolls.

You sighed to yourself and got dressed for the day, ready to start your chores around the house. You brought your phone with you to listen to some video essays, take your mind off the mindless busy work at hand, helping you keep on task and not getting too distracted. You first went to wipe down the surfaces, only to find they were already free of any dust and grime. What was the point in wiping them down if they were already clean? Anyways, you moved onto the laundry, but there was nothing in the basket or the washing machine, in fact all the clothes must've just been hung up because the ones you saw hung up were damp as if having just come from the washing machine. Surely your parents hadn't done it already before you. Your stepfather is forgetful and will forget a conversation he had an hour ago so it's a possibility that he forgot he had told you to do the laundry and just did it himself, but it was unlikely. Oh well, one less chore on the list of things to do. You even noticed that the floors looked unusually clean compared to when you had gone downstairs before you got dressed. No dog hair, no dirt, no dust. Once is a miracle, twice is a coincidence and the third strike was now showing a pattern. Something odd was at play here, but you couldn't figure out what it was.

You tried to shrug it off but it was too unusual to ignore. All that was left for you to do was just walk the dog and she can't get enough of her walks, but it was only 11am. Not even lunch time yet. So you went back upstairs to your room and sat down on your bed to relax. However, you couldn't shake off the insatiable desire to create to you grabbed your water colours and pencils and began to make up something in your sketch book. Something colourful and full of whimsy, like the basket of little clown dolls in the corner of your room which you had pulled over onto your bed along with Jack in his little box. You drew every single one of your clowns, expressive and full of life, but still as little as ever, aside from Jack who they were running around and climbing and generally just having a fun time with. He kind of looked like a mother looking after his many little critters as they played mischievously. Before you knew it, time had already passed and it was 12:30, you hadn't even gotten to painting yet but you needed to take the dog out for a walk and bring out some coffee for your parents.

You brought out the two brews to them, hot and just the way they liked it, 'Oh! Thank you (y/n).' Your mother said as you set the mugs down on the side for them, before promptly going back inside to put your wellies and jacket on to walk the dog. You put her on the leash and began to set off into the endless field surrounding your home. Wilderness was never too far away from you, there was even a national trust reserve just down the road from you, just hills and small collections of houses as far as the eye could see. If you climbed to the top of the highest hill in your area you could see the whole of your county, and even some of the next county over, nearby towns looked so small from up there, and villages even smaller, but you weren't going up that hill today because it's fucking steep and it hurts your knees. So you just stuck to a loop around three fields and a woodland area.

Once you got to one of the fields and saw there were no other dogs or animals around, you let your dog off her lead so she could have a run about and have a taste of freedom. You saw a glimpse of something in the distance, a figure standing still, but you blinked and it was gone. Perhaps your mind was just playing tricks on you. You walk further on and another glimpse of the figure from the corner of your eye appears, this time closer, and yet again it disappears with just a blink. The rule of three enforces itself again towards the end of your walk and he appears once again, but close enough for you to recognise who it was. Familiarity with the monochromatic form and the stripes. You didn't make the mistake of blinking or looking away this time, you turned your head and stared right back at him; fully acknowledging him in person. You waved at him, he waved back and smiled, and you stared on until you couldn't stare anymore. You blinked and once again he disappeared.

Once you were home again you had finally pieced everything together, the chores already done before you could get a chance, the change in expression on the doll's face, and now these sudden visions of him following you, all connected as proof that the dream last night was real. Sitting back down on your bed with your project from before, you thought to yourself, painting each pattern on each clown with accurate colours, if not a little more saturated. The task from last night that he had given you was just so impossible. How were you supposed to give a creature beyond your understanding colour in place of where it lacks? Let alone, one that had consulted masters of crafts and magic god knows how long ago and how many times before. You finally got to Jack's part of the painting and made the colourisation, the only way you could ever really make his wish come true. Once you had brushed the final stroke of the painting, you held it away from your face and admired your work. You thought you had done a pretty good job, especially with the colours, a voice that wasn't yours even whispered in your ear to praise it. 'Lovely painting, but let's try turning that illustration into a reality.' You felt his hot breath against the side of your head.

You picked up the box and put him on your lap, looking right at him and saying, 'But I don't know how I'm supposed to do that! What do you even want me to do? Could I have a clue on where to start?' You sighed, a slight desperate tone in your voice. He didn't answer back. Just silence. You lay down in your bed again, instantly falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, even if it was only 15:02, and suddenly you were back in the middle of that circus tent, this time without the audience. You felt a light tap on your shoulder which promptly made you snap around only to see the tall clown behind you. 'So you want clues do you now? I thought you were supposed to be fixing me, not me fixing me.' He said with a chuckle, yet there was a faint layer of passive aggression behind his tone. 'I understand that, but that would only work if you were simply just an inanimate object with no agency and no superpowers. So in this case, it's going to take two.' You attempted to explain but he just rolled his eyes with a faltering smile. 'Well, I don't know how to fix myself either, hence why I'm asking you!'

'But I'm not some supernatural being or brilliant toy maker. I work in a pudding factory scrubbing toilets and floors. Before I actually even attempt to do anything could we at least brainstorm ideas on what you have and haven't tried already?'

Jack paused for a moment, thinking your suggestion over. A reasonable request, and usually reason is unfamiliar to an entity such as himself but by no means is he stupid enough to not see your logic. 'Fine. We'll talk,' he agreed. A snap of his fingers and a black smoke engulfed you both in a vortex, blinking your surroundings, but only briefly before it faded and you found yourself in a completely different location now. It looked as if you were in one of those very old caravans. One made from carved wood, metal and tiles, like those you see in steam rallies and museums, just more spacious than the ones you had seen. You were sitting on the edge of the bed as Jack was by the stove heating a kettle for some tea. Not smiling as you had always seen him previously do, but with a simple more neutral expression. 'So. Run whatever your current ideas are by me.' He said as he reached into a cabinet, carefully placing a small china tea set on a tray. 'Ok... well my first idea was that maybe if we just refurbished your toy form from the box into that colourful version you want by replacing all the fabric and just keeping the hard bits, that might make this form-'

'I'm going to stop you right there before you embarrass yourself love. This form and that form, although they are the same, the appearance of that one doesn't really affect this one and vice versa. Do you really think I've been spending the past two hundred years wearing this same old tired costume?' He scoffed and snorted as if your ill-informed suggestion was born of comedic stupidity. 'Ah. Right. What about just changing your clothes then to more colourful ones and dyeing your hair?'

'Funny you should say that. I've attempted to wear colourful garments before, however for some unfathomable reason, whenever it's on me, all the colour simply disappears. I can't make it up.' He gave you a tired look as he poured hot water into the teapot and brought the tray over to the bed, sitting beside you. He set it down on a pull-out table for stability before pouring the tea into your cup, 'It's Earl Grey, I hope you don't mind.'

'Oh, not at all... so this problem isn't just physical it's literally a supernatural force making you look like Charley Chaplin.'

'More like bloody Count Orlok from Nosferatu.' He snorted again, and you both had a good short giggle.

You thought about your other suggestion for a moment whilst sipping on your tea, wondering if it was too corny. ' Do you think it could be psychological then? Like, you said that you were locked up for 13 years in isolation, that's got to mess someone up, and clearly you haven't been given the resources to heal from that trauma.' You shrugged, taking another sip as you waited for him to respond. He made a bit of a face at you, ' uh huh, I forgot some humans do this psychoanalysing thing. Although not experiencing it myself, the last time I spoke to a grown, normal woman, the concept didn't exist yet. Still sounds corny coming out of the mouth of a non-professional.' You knew he was right as you scrunched your face up in slight embarrassment, ' yeah but I could be onto something here. Like, 13 years trapped inside a box, then having an angel basically condemn you, and then the rest of your 200 hundred years follows but that's a long time, and a long time to live through and see some messed up shit.' Jack raised his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side in agreement. ' You could say that.'

' From my personal, non-professional opinion, maybe you just need therapy?'

'Uh huh, and where exactly does a two-century-old, supernatural clown of otherworldly powers book, pay for, and attend said therapy sessions without being investigated by ghost hunters and monster fuckers?' He said with a sass in his tone. You hummed, seeing his point. You couldn't form a response, so you just poured another cup of tea.

' Well even so, we can give something similar a go between us right? Like, from a friend-to-friend kind of basis, because friends can get you through difficult times, you get what I'm saying?' You looked up at him a little more optimistically. But he just rocked his head back and groaned, ' Oh my god, you are so fucking corny!' Jack sighed, rubbing his temples with his gloved fingers, contemplating your attempt at a reasonable suggestion. ' Ok Twilight Sparkle, we can attempt to fix this with the power of friendship, but as I said last night, you can't close my box, and you can't just put me away. I've tried the friendship route before, but historically it hasn't really worked out for me.' He grumbled sarcastically, taking a large gulp from his cup. You breathed a sigh of relief that he agreed to something feasible for you. 'Ok! Great!' You cheerfully slapped your knees, 'When do we start then? Right now? Tonight?' He contemplated again, staring right past you in deep thought making his decision. 'I reckon tomorrow. I just need time to prepare myself for revisiting those memories I suppose. I'm sure you understand, right?'

' Yes! Totally! Ok then. See you tomorrow then?'

' I'll let you wake up now. But one last thing,' he leaned in closely with a dead serious expression on his face, sterner than you'd ever seen up to this point. ' In our time together, for the next foreseeable future, if you see any friends of mine, do not interact. You will know them when you see them.' And like that, with a snap of his finger, your eyes opened and you were in your bed.

You checked the time on your phone, 18:35. 'SHIT!' You jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to the kitchen as you had completely forgotten you needed to cook dinner, but you were too late, your stepfather was already over the stove mixing something when you burst into the room.

***

You were sat down at the dinner table, empty dirty dishes in front of all of you, set to the side to carry into the kitchen and do the dishes in a little while. Further away from your spot you had your sketchbook, wanting to show off the painting you had made today. Even if it were childish, you liked showing your parents your artwork, and they seemed to like seeing you and how you've improved over the years. You were just having a conversation talking about a family friend who was going through a rough time, a bit of gossip wouldn't hurt anyone, after all what was said at the dinner table wouldn't leave the dinner table. 'Anyways, lets see this new painting of yours,' your mum reached her hand out for you to pass the sketchbook containing the new illustration. You flipped the page over to said illustration and presented it to the both of them, 'oh! That's quite colourful. I'm assuming these are those clowns you had just bought right?'

'Yes actually, I just thought it would be fun to make something about them, you know.'

'I who is the big one? Is that a character from one of your books?'

'No, thats just one of the clowns. The one thats in the Jack in the box.'

'Why did you make him rainbow? I thought he was black and white?'

'Because he wants to be colourful,' you said not really thinking as you let it roll of your tounge.

Your mother looked up at you in confusion, 'Yeah alright. Go do the dishes.' She ordered, you followed. Thankfully she was used to you saying and doing odd stuff that she didn't understand Half the time, so a small slip up like this was something she could easily brush off. Thankfully. You disappeared back up to your room to grab your pjs and go have a bath. You don't usually have baths, probably only once or twice a year at most, usually you just stick to having showers but today you felt like treating yourself and you had a bath-bomb to use up. You waited for the water to run scorch hot, before closing the plug up and filling the bath up. You stripped off once it was full enough and stepped inside with the bath-bomb in hand. It was purple and lavender scented with glitter.   As you relaxed your muscles in the hot water, listening to the bath bomb fizzle and bubble, you thought about your conversation with Laughing Jack earlier that day. It was an impossible situation to be in. The kind of thing you had only thought up in fantasy or watched in movies when you were a child, like a dream that was coming true perhaps. And yet you couldn't help but feel there was something a bit more to it.

You close your eyes

When he mentioned about his friends just before he let you go. What did he mean? Why weren't you allowed to talk to them? Did it have something to do with the monster that had him trapped in that deal? If he had met the fae and monsters, who knew what other friends he would have, but the implication that they would try to do something to you was something you couldn't just ignore. People who had no compassion. There was definitely something else at play here with this clown, like there was something he didn't want to tell you, which was why he may have been so reluctent to talk through his trauma with you. Whatever could possibly be so malicious about him was like trying to figure out weather or not the stray cat you just brought inside had some kind of behavioural issue that would destroy your house. Despite all these questions, you couldn't help but feel a degree of empathy for his situation. Or maybe you just found him charming.

Your head fell under

There were so many red flags, and it's not exactly your responsibility to be a personal therapist to someone you had only just met. Furthermore, he had kind of just frog marched you into this responsibility, and going off what his reaction was when you asked him to help you help him, he had expected you to just do it all for him without any trying on his behalf. You had met people like this before plenty of times, and you thought you were over this, but clearly not. Perhaps he was right about his theory of compassion, but in this case it was probably, mostly cognitive empathy. That and he had promised you that he'd grant you one wish, and coming from a supernatural being of unknown power, that seemed like a fair enough payment. But again, was it a fair deal or was that just down to a high charisma.

You couldn't breathe

Perhaps it would be all worth it after all. Besides that was all tomorrow, you could forget about that for now. As the warmth engulfed you, you could hear the faint jingling of bells in the distance getting closer and closer to the void you found yourself in. You didn't fret however, there was something calming about their presence. Something calming about the presence of whatever was approaching you, even if your eyes remained closed. They stopped just behind you, although you could still here a faint movement. You felt warm fingers gently wrap around your waist, like velvet gloves brushing against your skin in a tender way, and a quiet giggle sounded in your ear. 'I can give you exactly what you want. Even something you didn't know you wanted, not like that silly clown thats now clung to you,' a voice whispered, sounding hyperfemenine and hyper-masculine both at once, the two tones of mischief and scencerity laced it like the bow on top. You were still as calm and comfortable as ever, unresponsive for a moment until you were suddenly yanked out of it.

A different hand grabbed yours instead, pulling you out of the dream and pulling you out from subregion under your bath water like a shock as your eyes snapped open. You choked out the water that was fill in your lungs just a moment ago, gasping for air as you coughed whatever droplets were left in your wind pipe as the hand slapped your back trying to knock it out of you. You looked up only to see no one, but in that moment you instantly decided you needed to get out of that tub.

You stepped out, drying yourself off with a towel as the water drained from the bath. At least your skin was soft now, and you smelt good, but that didn't distract from the fact you had almost drowned, and now there seemed to be another supernatural being stalking you, but you weren't sure if this was just a matter of otherworldly entities or a product of your oxygen starved brain hallucinating. Whatever the case, you were shaken up. You wrapped your dressing gown around you and quickly left, retreating back to your bedroom and lying down in your bed, this time the music box kept close, right next to you. You didn't feel tired just yet so you just doom scrolled on your phone for a while, occasionally showing whatever outrageous bullshit on TikTok to the doll. You kind of knew that Jack and the doll were kind of separate from one another but you still got the idea that he was watching you through the box, which was kind of weird given the implications, however he's 200 years old so what hasn't he seen at this point.

Eventually around midnight you finally could let your eyes rest, falling into what you thought would be your own slumber, no interruptions this time, only to wake inside the bed of the caravan you were in before, tucked in but alone. You sat up slowly, slightly confused as to why he had you back here so soon when he said he wanted to talk tomorrow. Once again he was pouring hot water from the kettle into the teapot, this time he put some biscuits onto a small plate on the tray to have with the tea. You made room like before and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the table out like he had done earlier that day. 'Hello. This is an unexpected visit. I thought we were talking tomorrow?' You enquired, confusion crossing your face. He didn't respond until he sat down and set the tray down on the table. 'It has seems that one of my old pals has found out about you,' he grumbled, a little distain in his voice. 'Wait. You mean earlier? In the bath?'

'Bingo. Unfortunately, that one is more difficult to keep away and ignore compared to some of the others...' Jack cradled his head, a tired look behind his eyes.

'What were they?' You asked, a little more worried for your safety now. Jack snarled, ' A creature. A fae, demon, whatever. Candy Pop is what they go by. That's the fae I made a deal with all those years ago. Honestly, I thought we were all over with that after we came to an agreement they stop with trying to use their magic on me and I'll stop helping them make their minions.' He sighed. ' I mean, we ended that stuff on good terms and we still are friends, don't get me wrong, but they can be a bit of a pest when it comes to humans I meet. Especially females.' His eye twitched in annoyance. 'Well why are they so hard to ignore?' You asked, leaning forward a bit, your voice a little quieter. ' Simple. They have the power to infect and manipulate the minds of humans. I'm immune to it because I have no brains. Literally, I'm not made from flesh so there's no effect.' He went further on to explain, biting down on a biscuit. 'Luckily I pulled you out of that trance before they could actually get to you. I'm going to have to have a serious conversation with them about this thing because it will otherwise be a massive pain in the arse.'

'Well... what would've happened if they had gotten me?'

'Probably would've either taken your soul or had your first born child and your soul.'

'Ew. Wasn't planning on kids anyway so probably not the latter.'

'Again. Mind manipulation.'

'Yeah and I've got no one to have a first born with anyway. I mean I live with my parents in the middle of butt fuck nowhere!'

' Trust me, they have their own gross ways of getting around that.' You both shuddered in disgust at the thought.

'So is that why you brought me back here? To explain earlier incident?' You asked, taking a biscuit for yourself. ' Yes and no. I also kinda just... well... before we do the whole talking it out bullshit I thought it would be a good idea to hang and get to know each other. Show you around the place, give you a run down of everything. Just ordinary stuff. Well, as ordinary as you can get with being in an alternate dimension with an immortal clown.' He half joked. 'Sounds good to me,' you said as you both finished up the last off the tea and biscuits. You both stood up, pushing the table and tray to the side, Jack leading the way and opening the door to follow by after. The caravan was very high off the ground so you stretched your arms out a little to help yourself balance as you went down them. 'So where to first?' You asked looking up at him once your feet hit the ground. 'Well, you've seen the circus tent and some of the carnival games... I reckon we go to my sweet shop first.' He said before setting off, you tagging not too far behind him. 'Wait, you have a sweet shop here?'

He cocked his head side to side, 'kind of? It's more of a work station where I make my own sweets, experiment with flavours, so on and so fourth. Ive got time on my hands so why not pick up a billion hobbies you know.' You nodded your head, formulating a response to keep the conversation going, 'do you have other hobbies then?'

'Yeah, plenty. Hobbies and skills, but those definitions are interchangeable really. One of my most popular ones is my ability to play the accordion. Ask me to play any song and I will, I've been practicing since 1830 when it was the hit new instrument in Europe.' He gloated with pride. You thought to yourself a list of very hard songs to play on the accordion with a wicked smile, 'any song you say? I'd have to test you later then.' He laughed out loud, ' That's if I've heard the song before, but yeah I'll show you at some point.' He shrugged as you both approached the sweet shop.

It was possibly the only permanent structure in the entire fair ground, A small brick building, only a floor high with a chimney and a large sight on the front reading "Sweets, treats and other good things to eat," and you could smell the caramel from the outside. He opened the door once again, a ring of a bell as you enters could be heard and what you saw was the interior of what you thought would be a vintage sweet shop. The walls were lined with large jars of sweets, lollies, fudge, gummy's , etc. the counter had a glass visor in front and separated down the middle where on one side it was caramelised nuts of varying flavours under heat, and the other side was a freezer with varying ice creams on display. Behind the counter was another one of those small children with a bag over its head, stood upon a stool to make sure you could see them behind the counter. Jack didn't address it at all. 'Oh wow. And you've made all of this yourself?'

'Yep. Although be careful, some of them are poisonous,' he laughed but you couldn't really tell if he was joking or not. 'Common, I'll take you around back and show you the process,' he lead you through a door that had a staff only sign on it, into a kind of kitchen out back with various machines and tools to make the sweet treats.

'So, we have multiple work tops separate from eachother as you can see to separate what contains nuts and what doesn't, and then this one is just a work top for mixing and making and what not. I don't nessecarily need to because im not following any food standard laws in here, but i just prefer it to be more organised...' he chatted away. It looked very clean, the only thing maybe not super clean was the fire powered stove in the corner, next to it were cupboards ladled with the different categories of ingredients to use for the sweets. ' I'll tell you now, I don't thing that the face of gluttony should be some big fat bloke, because I think it should be a child. Like fucking hell, they're like bloody gannets I tell you! Like, I'll make a brand new batch of sweet to put out onto the shop floor later, I turn around just for a moment, a very short moment, and suddenly it disappears! I have to lock the door in here when I'm making  stuff because to them that staff only sign doesn't mean shit! In fairness though, some of them can't read anyways...' Jack complained dramatically.

You furrowed your brow in confusion, ' children? Wait I thought all those kids in the circus were just some kind of illusion i didn't know they were actually children.' Jack didn't look at you, but you could see him purse his lips in a realisation, as if he let something slip that he wasn't supposed to. ' Ah... yes... about that... there are real children that visit this dimension? Or at least their souls... it's kind of a Peter Pan sort of thing where once they're here they don't really grow up. Sometimes I find a child, and they're in an abusive household or whatever, and I just kind of take them away from it. You get what I mean right?' He carefully attempted to explain. 'Ah so you're a kidnapper?' You leaned back with a grimace. ' Yeah but not like that! It's different! I'm basically saving them and bringing them to what is essentially a kids heaven,' he nervously excused himself. You just nodded slowly, not really pressing into the matter anymore. ' ANYWAYS! SWEETS!' He changed the subject quickly, clapping his hands together, 'would you like to try some?' He smiled widely, practically dragging you back to the front of the sweet shop, 'We have almost everything, running a bit low on the Jelly babies these days but anything!' He said grabbing a small paper bag from behind the counter. ' Uh... no it's alright, I'll be fine.'

He screwed up the bag and tossed it into the bin. ' That's ok! I'll take you to where the rides are then!' Jack usurers you out of the shop and lead you through the carnival to a big clearing full of  rides. A large ferris wheel, spinning cups, a rocking pirate ship, a sizzler, classic carnival rides, all looking particularly vintage but in good condition. You could even see some of the children he was talking about riding them. But the one that caught your eye the most was the one in the middle, the carousel. You walked closer in astonishment to get a better look at it, as it wasn't any ordinary merry go round. It was massive, littered with lights and chandeliers making swirling patterns all around it, ornate details decorated it with mermaids and peacocks upon its roof. It spun hypnotically all the animals moving up and down, but not one of them was a horse. There were lions, centaurs, walruses, elephants, carriages, boats, but no horses. Beautiful nonetheless. Jack could see that you were infatuated with it, leaning down as he smiled, ' You wanna ride this one?' He asked. You looked over at him, smiling and nodding enthusiastically.

The carousel slowed to a stop to allow for children to jump off, and for yourself and Jack to get on. It was a tricky decision for which animal you wanted to ride but you ended up deciding on a two headed mermaid unicorn and he chose a lion. You could see some other children get onto the brightly lit merry go round. It slowly begun to move again, the chandeliers above your head swaying with the movement as music played. You were smiling the whole time like this was the most wanderous experience you could've ever dreamed of. Looking over at Jack he seemed happy with you too, the carousel spun faster, sending a small rush through you, until it was spinning fast enough for the world outside the carousel was just reduced to a series of blurs of varying shades of black, white and grey.

As the ride came to a close, so did this time in the carnival, and you awoke once again in your bed, safe, and full of colour again. You sighed, disappointed in the fact you had to face the mundanity of this world once again. It just made you want to go back to sleep again but you had to do stuff today, and your mum had previously mentioned how she's wanting to do some work in your room, as the fuse box was most inconveniently placed in your room right above your bed. Nonetheless, you had to get up, get dressed and face today's troubles.

[theglasshatstud10]

Wandering over the hills unseen: Part 1

(Laughing Jack x Reader)

You're a young adult living with your parents in the countryside working and trying to save up to move out. You're also an eccentric and hobbyist who likes to collect nicknacks and trinkets alike, often travelling with your parents to car boot sales, charity shops, and antique shops to add to your collections. One day your parents take you to a car boot sale and you find a woman selling clown themed memorabilia, in particular an antique Jack in the box that particularly caught your attention. You take it home only for odd paranormal events to ensue. Will you survive?

The sound of your alarm shook you awake, rudely interrupting the dream you were quite enjoying only for you to forget what it was about only moments later. It was 7am, you hated getting up early but you had to make money, and it wasn't like your job was particularly hard. You threw your covers off of you only to instantly regret it as the cold air of the morning bit your skin so savagely, which only encouraged you to put your clothes on as fast as possible. They weren't anything fancy, just a pair of black cargo trousers, an old polo shirt and a warm jacket. Oh and of course you couldn't forget your iconic sprite bucket hat which you had gotten for free at a petrol station after buying three cans of fizzy pop.

You grabbed your backpack before venturing downstairs to pick something from the fridge to eat and some coffee. As per usual your stepfather was downstairs in his pjs before you were brewing himself and your mother a pot of coffee. 'Morning. Off to work?'

'You know it... but then I'll be off tomorrow! WEYY!'

'WEEYYY!' He said as you both chuckled. You turned around for a moment and he had already disappeared back upstairs to return to your mum. That just gave you time to grab a cuppa for yourself put some extra bits and bobs in your bag before heading off to work. You practically downed the cup of coffee within two gulps before putting your shoes and helmet on and setting off on your bike. One perk that comes with living in the countryside is the lovely views that constantly surround your every weakening moment, especially going on one of the back lanes to avoid the busy roads. The fresh air and the sounds of the morning birds always did you some good. Passing fields of corn, cows, sheep, horses, was always pleasant. Old people taking their dogs out on their morning walks were always friendly. The only issue you had with this route was the terrain. Oh boy, was it a pain in the arse. Especially on that path joining your village and the next village over, it was all ups and downs and steep slopes. But you just had to think about the money.

You arrived at work finally, huffing and puffing, red in the face as you walked past the security office and through the gate before parking your bike and taking your helmet off. You looked up at the factory where you had to work as a cleaner. Thankfully it wasn't too unpleasant because they made puddings here, unlike the factory next door which made corned beef. One of your old friends worked there, you only spoke to her every so often. You wandered if she was on her shift right now as well. No matter the case, you signed yourself in and made a straight B line for the changing room. You thankfully didn't need to change much aside from your shoes and wearing a high vis jacket over your clothes. You checked the time on your phone to see you still had a good ten minutes until your shift started so you made your way to the canteen with your coffee mug and got a mocha from the coffee machine. You sat down at one of the tables and begun to scroll through your phone mindlessly as you sipped in your chocolatey delight, until from around the corner appeared Ben.

He looked right at you and smiled, sitting next to you at your table. 'Morning!' He smiled with his usual cheek. 'Morning Ben. What's on the agenda today?' You asked. Ben, although being your co worker and not having a higher position may as well have had a higher position. He was the hardest working cleaner on the team, always training new staff, manning the most grim parts of the factory by himself, preforming matanince tasks, all around he was just good at his job as he had worked in a hospital and a restaurant previously, so he had all the experience. 'Well, today pretty much everyone is in except for Moe and Carol. She's done her back in you see so she's going to need a couple days off. Basically all you have to do is clean all the bathrooms and random bullshit jobs here and there. Make it look like you're doing something. Even then you'll probably finish early.' He said shrugging his shoulders. You both chuckled. Being a cleaner here wasn't too difficult thankfully, the main difficulty was finding things to do if you had more than two people on shift that day.

'Alright. Well I'll finish this and wash up. Then I'll get started.' You told Ben. He just gave you a thumbs up and drummed the table before standing up. 'Yeah, take your time with things and if any of the managers complain to you about cleaning the bathrooms again, tell them to fuck off. Got me?

'Yeah I got you.' You gave each other a thumbs up again, and thus your "work" day started. You weren't really supposed to, or allowed to, but you put your headphones on to listen to music and YouTube video essays as you found it often helped you work, and as per usual no one ever complained. Not even the busy body managers. Only person who ever said anything was Jay, one of the factory cleaners, and even then he only did it because you were walking around outside and he wanted to remind you to be mindful of your surroundings.

The day wasn't anything much, just scrubbing toilets around the plant, just not the one in the men's changing room, you already had enough trauma from the shit smears that appeared one day on the walls of that room. You actually liked that part of the job because for most of it, it just meant you could lock the doors and clean in peice, maybe slack and scroll through your phone for a couple of minutes before getting back to work. Easy money, easy pay, shit hours though, and the chemicals weren't doing the skin on your hands any favours. Your fingers and had become itchy and irritated over time with flakes pealing off, so when you could you'd wear gloves to clean now.

Before you knew it, home time had arrived. It was only two in the afternoon but that was all they wanted from you so you sighted out, got on your bike, and rode all the way back home. On your way back however, you stopped at your local bakers to grab some sweet pastries as a surprised desert tonight. You may as well do something good for your parents since they had been working so hard with their projects around the house. You got home, put them in the fridge and just got on with some chores that needed doing. Taking the dog out for a walk, putting the dishes away, then making a start on dinner. Tonight you were making a pasta and meatball bake with mozzarella on top. Your parents finished around 5pm when it was about to get dark and they got themselves cleaned up. You finally sat at the dinner table at 6pm, they both cooed over how good it looked before getting right stuck in. The usual small talk insued asking about your days and any interesting events recently. Your mum would make her usual comment complaining about how the factory has only been giving you 15 hours a week and you would tell her that you tried but they're too unorganised to sort anything for you.

'Oh. I almost forgot to mention that there's a car boot sale on tomorrow. Probably just a load of tat but you never know, it's always worth looking, especially with that UV torch. Could find some more of that uranium glass you like.' She mentioned as she took her last bite of pasta. You looked up excitedly as if she had just invited you to go treasure hunting with swashbuckling pirates. 'I'd like nothing more.'

'You'd have to get up early for it though. You know how these things are.'

'What time do you recon?'

'Probably should set your alarm for 8am and then we'll head off at 9am.'

'Sounds like a plan to me.' You said excitedly as you collected in the now dirty dishes to wash. You but them on the side of the sink but you didn't make a start just yet. You got out some smaller plates and set each pastry down on one before bringing them out to the table. 'Oh wow! Cake? I love cake!' Your step father exclaimed. 'Thank you babes.' Your mum smiled widely as you all dug into your respective deserts.

You collapsed into your bed ready to start a new, not tired enough to fall asleep yet though, so you just lay there doom scrolling on your phone, specifically tumblr, looking through fan art, head cannons and x reader fiction of your favourite characters, wishing that one day that you'd be taken away from this mundane life where there was nothing but sameness and lack of magic. A wish you knew couldn't be for filled as it was beyond the realm of reason, but you always clung onto that hope that someday something would happen, and your dreams would come true. You eventually drifted off, excited for what tomorrow would bring.

***

Once again you were awoken by the rude buzz of your alarm, and once again the cold morning air bit your body when you threw the sheets off of you and once again, you were encouraged to put something on quickly. This time however you didn't have to wear your scruffs, this time you could wear something actually somewhat nice that you wanted to wear. This time you didn't need to grab your same old bulky backpack, instead you grabbed a nice leather handbag to carry your items in, a spring in your step as you decended to the kitchen to grab a coffee after getting ready for the day. Once again your parents were already downstairs wandering back and forth getting things together before you'd finally depart.

You finished your coffee relatively quickly, set it on the side, put your shoes on and got in the back seat of the car waiting for your parents who shortly after got in after you. You fiddled around in your bag looking at the things you had taken; your UV torch, your phone, and your purse. It had no cash in it though. The route to the small town you were travelling to was more scenic than your route to work, something you always appreciated about living in the countryside.

On the edge of your destined town, there was a large feild where the car boot was being held, you drove past it and into the town where there was a more suitable car park, which just so happened to be out side of a spar, which you and your parents made a quick stop at to grab yourself four five pound notes, as did your mum and step dad, before heading off to the car boot sale. Unfortunately the weather wasn't particularly ideal for using your UV touch to find uranium glass, despite it being grey and cloudy, and there were no shelters or shades over the tables people had laid out to sell their junk, and thats what the majority of the stuff was. Junk that no one wanted. For every person selling an actual random assortment of items, including old table wear and baby toys, there was another 3 either selling DVDs and CDs or rusty tools from the back of their garden shed. You did try here and there when you suspected a piece of glass was uranium but alas, no results.

You felt like giving up but you thought to yourself, you never know when you may strike gold, and you reached the final car, in the far right corner of the feild, where it had seemed no one had bought anything. All of it was clown memorabilia. Toys, blankets, plates, pieces of furniture, jigsaw puzzles, stuff you'd typically see in a young child's bedroom perhaps. Behind the table sitting in the boot of her car was a woman in her thirties, looking somber, tired and board, scrolling on her phone. You thought you may as well have a look at what she had. You saw a white plastic bag on the floor filled with little clown dolls, and you were delighted. 'Excuse me miss but how much for the bag?' You asked attempting to be civil. She looked up, her expression not changing that much but now the bags under her eyes were more in focus as she looked right at you. 'A fiver. Or less. I don't mind, I just want to get rid but you know how charity shops are these days. Too full or they'd end up in land fill.' She said in a monotone voice. You smiled, a fiver wasn't a big ask for a big bag of clown dolls so you took your purse out and took out a five pound note to put on the table, only to stop in your tracks as something else caught your eye.

It was a music box, and not just any music box, a jack in the box. It looked old, very old, and as monochrome as the first feature length film to be ever made. But despite the paint that flaked off here and there and the once white now yellowed with time, the details in the paint work were something you couldn't help but admire. You picked it up to take a closer look, the front was a circus tent with a night sky full of stars with a moon smiling down upon it, either side was a depiction of a carnival with ferris wheels and games and attractions alike, the back had a carousel, and the lid depicted a monochromatic clown preforming on a pedi stool. You begun to wind it up, playing the melody of pop goes the weasel with the delicate music box inside, but just as it was about to pop, the woman jumped up and quickly pressed her hand down on the lid. She looked up at you, fear and grief flashed through her expression before she backed off. 'Sorry... the pop just frightens me... if you want it, it's free.' She said quietly. 'Are you sure? Even if the toy inside is tattered I'm willing to pay for the box, it's very beautiful.'

'No... I insist.'

'No I insist. Here I'll give you another five for it.' You said laying another on top of the one you had placed down earlier. 'You're too kind.' She winced. As you picked up the box and the bag, smiling as you disappeared from sight to go find your parents.

It didn't take too long to find them. They both looked a little disappointed and board of the outcome of the car boot. Your step dad raised his eyebrows and asked, 'Ooo! What have you got there?'

'Clown dolls and this antique jack in the box I might restore.' You said with a smile on your face. Your mum just rolled here eyes and said, 'oh common (y/n) you've got enough toys and dolls as it is. Clowns? Really?' She wasn't trying to bring you down, it was just a bit of tongue and cheek really. 'Anyways have we had enough now? Shall we get some lunch?'

'Oh, how about that cafe we saw on the way in?'

'We could go there,' she looked over at your step dad, 'Do you want to check out the cafe (y/n) is talking about?'

'I'm easy. Just take me to where the food is' he shrugged his shoulders. 'Then it's decided!' You announced as you made your way back into the main town to find that little cafe for lunch.

***

You spent your evening/night cleaning and admiring your new clown dolls, you had about 16 in total, ranging from about the size of a comic book to the size of your palm. There were colourful jesters, harlequins, periots, birthday clowns, and simple party hat clowns. You found the little critters quite charming, contrary to the popular opinion that they were creepy. It's funny in a way, you were afraid of clowns as a kid after watching IT, but as you grew you just came to find that the depictions of them being 'scary' were just as goofy and unthreatening as the ones that were aimed at children. You didn't know if it was just a part of growing up or if it was just desensitisation. It didn't bother you enough to think about it for too long anyway.

After giving each one of them a bath and drying them off, you put them all in a basket on your window sill with a little bit of bedding in so they'd be comfortable. Now you could finally go check on that jack in the box. You hadn't seen what he really looked like under the lid so you finally sat down with the box on your lap. You winded the lever carefully, as to not risk breaking it, pop goes the weasel played its melody on the music box, and then popped out a little clown made from cotton and porcelain, makeing you jump as he did so. You looked closer at the little clown, he was certainly unique, he had feather pads on his shoulders and a white ruffle around his neck, stripped sleeves decorating his arms and black porcelain hands. The shape of his face was quite sophisticated for a clown doll, decorated with black clown makeup and lipstick, unlike other clowns which looked more like babies or children, his must've been modelled after an adult. He wasn't dusty at all, infant he was quite clean despite the yellowing of the white lace and cotton covering him.

You admired the craftsmanship once more before setting him down on your shelf, over looking your bed. Unlike most nights you actually felt tired for once. You checked the clock at it was only 9pm. Even so you got changed into your PJs and lay down to bed, turning off your bedside lamp. You looked up once more at the Jack in the box and shut your eyes finally drifting off to sleep.

***

You were standing in the middle of a carnival, it was damp, you could smell the must from the carnival games that looked as if they had been abandoned for years, the prizes looking out dated and mouldy with some even growing moss on them. However, it was hard to tell what it was really because everything was as black and white as a silent film before the golden age of Hollywood. The world looked as if it had been stripped of all colour and happiness, now left to rot and eventually fall. You wandered around, trying to find something but not knowing what, until you heard footsteps behind you, slashing through a puddle and crunching the gravel below. You felt a tap on your arm before promptly spinning around, only to see a little girl. The clothes she wore didn't look from this era, but you weren't too sure when they would've been in fashion. Definitely not within the past 40 years. She smiled at you, 'common you're going to be late for the show!' She exclaimed before taking your hand and dragging you to an unspecified location, giggling as she did so.

You arrived at a circus tent, one you recognised from the front of that box. 'It's about to start, we need a good seat!' She let go of you to run inside and find a seat, you just obliged and followed her inside. Before you sat two sets of wooden bleachers children crowding and sitting tightly packed on them. In the centre of the room was a pedi stool and all of you was acrobatic equipment for stunts and spectacles alike. There was a gap on one of the front rows for you to sit down upon, and just as you sat, the lights dimmed, and a projector shon star shaped rays of light around the room. The song pop goes the weasel began to play, slowly but loudly as the chatter of children died down. But just as the song was about to reach its climax it stopped, a drum roll sounded as spot lights danced around the tent until pulling into the centre, suddenly Pop went the weasel, a loud bang like a fire cracker, confetti flew around the room and suddenly before you all, standing on the pedi stool was that monochromatic clown you saw in the box, except he was much taller, much more lifelike, and in a way, a little scarier.

'Welcome boys and girls! Welcome all!' He boomed, as the crowd erupted into applause. His voice was raspy with a cockney accent, like a chronic smoker of 50 years. 'Today I have a special performance, and a special announcement I'd like to make, so stick around and you might just find out. But before we go ahead and start the show, we have to introduce our special guest.' One of the spot lights shone directly on you. 'Yes, I'd like to introduce you all to (Y/N), our latest arrival at the carnival. Now (Y/N) will be needing an introduction to us, or... well me, and thats what we shall be doing today!' The crowd applauded again, as the spot light upon you returned to the centre. 'And with that let the show begin!' He announced as all lights suddenly went dark. But not for long. Once they lit the room again, there was suddenly a stage, a prop (a large box which matched the one you had seen before and a desk), and what looked like a child dressed in Victorian clothes, not too smart but not too posh, with a bag over his head, sitting at the desk. Unlike the rest of the world surrounding you, these had colour.

'Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Issac. Issac lived quite a lonely life as his father was very strict and unless Issac preformed well in school he'd get a spanking. It was around Christmas time, and his family were having some troubles, Issac knew he was unlikely to receive any presents, so he just did as he was told, but he was sad. A very sad boy indeed...' another child appeared on stage, this one dressed like a very generic angel, again with a sack over its head. 'One day a guardian angel came down after hearing Issacs pleas to have a good Christmas this year, even if it was for once, and the angel took pity upon the boy. The angel got to work and began to make the best Christmas present this boy would ever receive. A jack in the box. But this one was special, as Jack was alive, and could come out and play, and relate to the little boy. So Christmas Day came around and unlike the other ones a gift had appeared with his name on.' The angel now disappeared and the boy began to crank the lever, and suddenly a child dressed as the clown jumped out from the box, but unlike the clown this one was colourful and covered in rainbows. 'And suddenly Laughing jack came into his life! Oh how much fun they did have, they played all day and all night, whenever the boys father was out or the boy had some free time, they could play and laugh. At that point Laughing Jack was as little as Issac as their souls were intertwined. Obviously they weren't the same but whatever Issac liked, Jack Liked. But one day his father found out that Issac had been slacking off on his school work and thought that the best option would be to send him to a boarding school where he would have no distractions. Issac had to leave Jack behind, and they said their goodbyes with the promise one day they'd be reunited again.'

A flick of the lights and everything turned black again. A large screen appeared in the middle of the room with a light source behind. It was a shadow puppet show. 'For thirteen years little old laughing Jack waited in his box, for thirteen years Jack cried every day, and for thirteen years the song pop goes the weasel played on repeat, over and over again. It was maddening. One day Issac returned, but he was different now. Much bigger. Much more sinister. And he had forgotten about poor old Jack, who watched him and his sins from the music box. Issac had changed, but so had Jack. Bigger, more grown up looking, and worst of all, all the colour he once had was sucked away with his innocence. And when the day finally came of his release, he realised he had to separate their souls, whatever it took.' The shadow puppets, made so intricately, danced and articulated behind the screen with such a delicate movement. 'The guardian angel came back once again, so Jack asked the angel, "is it possible for my colours to be once more?" The angel looked with sorrow in its eyes and said, "you seek answers from your creator, but the teacher doesn't talk during the test." And with that it left.'

The shadows shifted to landscapes that rolled by as the shadow puppets continued, 'The clown took that as a challenge, so he wandered and wandered the world looking for answers. First he found an esteemed toy maker, they tried adding prices, taking parts away, giving him a heart, but nothing worked. Then Jack found a harlequin faerie, who tried magic spells and potions to help him in return for favours which Jack wasn't a particularly big fan of. Finally Jack found a monster of the forest, who stood as tall as a tree with tendrils like branches. Jack asked the monster to help give his colours back, but the monster said, "I can try, but until I succeed you shall remain an asset of mine," the clown didn't want to be owned but he was so desperate he took the offer and became property. And yet the monster couldn't fix him.' The story seemed tragic to you, quite sad and yet so outlandish. But then again you were sitting in a pre technicolour circus with a clown that could do magic tricks apparently.

The lights turned back on and now we were back to its original state of Laughing Jack on his pedistool smiling widely, 'And now our story bleeds into my announcement... in a way... the story ends with events held just earlier today. After years and years of my box being passed down and around, it has ended up in the hands of the lovely young lady, (Y/N). After years of lost hope, its been ignited with a realisation. The reason why none of my plans worked is because they had no compassion, no kindness, no sense of empathy. So here is my announcement... (Y/N) could you please come here so everyone can get a good look at you.' The spotlight shon upon you as you stood up, a little in shock of everything that had just been relayed to you. Making your way over, you couldn't help but breathe with a shiver of an emotion you could describe.

He took your hand and pulled you up onto the pedistool, too close for comfort, litterally pressed against him as he smiled down at you. 'Aw... no need to be nervous. You and I are friends now,' Jack looked up to adress the crowd, 'Boys and girls! (Y/N) will be the one to fix me! I just know it! She is the one that can help me. Aren't you dear.' You didn't say anything, you just stared up at him as your heart raced, the only response you could muster up was just a small nod. He leant down and practically pressed his lips against your ear. 'But promise you won't close my box and put me away. Like Issac did.' He whisperd. 'I promise.' You whispered back.

He picked you up, as if you were as light as a feather, and threw you in the air so high you could almost touch the tight rope. You fell back down seeing he was ready for you to land right in his arms, but that wasn't where you ended up.

Suddenly you jolted awake. You were in your bed, where there was colour in the world, where the small Jack was looking down at you as he did in your supposed dream. Except he had a different expression now. Before he had a streight face but now he had a smile as wide as the one in your dreams. Or was it a dream.

[theglasshatstud10]

I made this fan art of laughing jack. I hope you like it :3

[theglasshatstud10]

HEYA GUYS!!!!

I made a spotify playlist inspired by a Visual Novel I really like called The Freak Circus. So far it only has 5 songs so if yall wanna comment any suggestions for me to add then feel free.

LOVE YALL!!!

[theglasshatstud10]

Yo am I the only one who finds that the Yautja/predator fandom overlaps with the most absurd fandoms? Like some of them make sense like the most common ones being Avatar and Transformers bc its sci fi and action i guess.

But then there are fandoms like Creepypasta, which although not as common is something ive seen a supprising amount of times? When you really think about it, the overlap between the two can make sense, as someone who is in both fandoms I just find the face value funny. On one hand you have Steroid aliens and the other you have Emo anime boys. LIKE IM NOT WRONG AM I????

Theres more fandoms but I think you get the gyst.

[plutoniumwritten]

In the Beginning, There was You. Part Two

Part one here!

TW- Violence, needles, bruises, swollen eye, foul language, MDNI

She’s never been so scared in her whole life. She’s tiny under a desk, her eyes closed, hands over her ears.

People are yelling, shooting, around blaring. She’s crying, never been so afraid, waiting for a bullet to penetrate, waiting for someone to see her, take her out. She hears slashing noises, gurgling, wondering if he’s all right.

It’s still foggy, from the foot smoke bombs they had thrown in a few minutes ago. It feels like it’s been hours of this, the fighting. Her mind is telling her to get out of there and run, her body completely frozen.

She screams when something grabs her foot, pulling her under the desk. Her eyes should open as she tries to grab a hole the desk. Two hands grab at her wrist and she turned her head to see Hunter, eyes wide, angry. She screams, he brings a fist down to her face, the pain stinging, she can feel her face burning. Another hit, this time for a stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She puts her hands up, trying to block this attack, her legs pinned down from his weight.

“You stupid fucking bitch, dumb, fucking whore.” he spits in between hits. “I was calling, good to you, you fucking traitor.” Punching her over and over, her face, arms, body, swollen, bruised, sore. Her nose, bleeding, and head pounding. He grabbed her head and slammed it down into the floor, her vision blurring. He does it once more, this time the assault causes her to vomit. He laughs and he goes to punch her in the face again, she keeps her hands up and closes her eyes, bracing. A second passes, another, another.

The hit never comes. She feels something wet picture cheek. Did he spit on her? Her eyes open. Hunter‘s eyes are blown open blood spilling from his mouth. On the side of his head, sticking out, a knife. He's gurgling, his body hovering off of her. A form materializes; it's her savior. A deep, angry growl comes from him, and the sound strangely brings her comfort. The hero tosses Hunter the now dead man across the room, his body hitting a computer, the collision starting a fire.

"You have to get out of here, they aren't going to stop, okay?" She says to him. He grunts, almost ignoring her pleas to save himself. He looks down at his arm band once more, she doesn't know what's going on. A hologram pops out, his ship. A voice in a language she doesn't understand speaks. She thinks about running. Where would she go? They know where she lives, know she's on her own, no one can help her. Should she just turn herself in? Accept the consequences and beg for her- oh!

He had picked her up, bridal style, keeping her close to his chest. "Wait what are you doing?" He rushes out of the lab, looking for an exit. "Left! Left!" She points to the way out the building. He follows the direction, his speed making her close her eyes, nauseous. He pulls out his gun, shooting the glass so it breaks. He holds her tighter, not wanting her to be slip from his arms. He speeds through the trees that surround the base seemingly following a path toward something. She thinks it's his ship.

He stops suddenly, and she opens her eyes as he sets her down gently. He rests a hand onto her shoulder, the other hand pointing at her, then the ground. A message she understands, stay. She nods and watches as he vanishes. Her back against a tree she crouches down, hoping the tall grass will hide her so no one will see. She turns and peeks from behind the tree, there's guards surrounding his ship.

A guard on the far right drops dead. It's him, taking them out one by one. The guards are panicking, not knowing what to do, where the threat is. As they begin shooting at the air, she moves back, her breath speeding up. Oh god, what has she gotten herself into? She hopes he just drops her off home, so she can just get her things and run away. It's quiet. No more shooting, no more yelling. Just the wind, just the trees. And him.

Standing in front of her once again. He picks her off and tosses her over his shoulder, jogging into the now open ship. He sets her down onto the copilot seat, strapping her in himself. "Thank you." She looks up at him. He watches her, closely. His eyes trailing over her face, down to her uniform, to her work issued boots. Is he checking her out?

He huffs and walks to the back wall, opening a cabinet. When he comes back, he places a necklace into her hand. "What is this?" She asks. He mumbles and takes it from her slipping it around her neck and it begins to glow. He slips a finger under her chin and raises her chin to meet his eyes. The same hand lets her go as she begins to feel her cheeks warm. He opens his mouth, speaking something to her, but as soon as she goes to remind him she doesn't understand, "Hello."

She looks down at the necklace. Black, with a green center lightweight. He speaks again, and it translates. "This is a translator. Speak to me. Let me hear you." The voice calls out from the tool.

She's astounded. Finally, she can talk to him, thank him for everything! But first, a question she has always wanted to ask him, "What is your name?"

"I am Keuta. Angry Knife. Who are you." Not a question a statement? No, a demand.

She tells him her name, and he purrs. He gets down onto one knee, still taller than her. "You have saved me. Freed me from my captors. I am in your debt."

She's confused. "No, no, there's no debt. It was the least I could do, you shouldn't have been there anyway."

He bows, standing up afterwards. He takes his place in the captain's chair, starting the ship. She looks out the windshield, watching as the trees and grass dip from the heat of the ship. "Do you know where I live?"

"Not safe for you."

"What do you mean?" He goes silent, pressing a button that sets the whole ship invisible.

"Where is your nest?" He turns to her, waiting for directions. Once she sets him on the right path, he flies them close, not too close to disturb the neighbors. To watch.

Armored vehicles up and down the block, soldiers surrounding the entire house going in and out. "'Not safe." She understands now. They were going to take her, maybe kill her for what she's done. The guilt settles in, oh god. She set free an alien, her home is destroyed and what of her friends? The women back at work? Hunte- Well he deserved what he got.

She touches her eye. Swollen, pained. He notices. He brings the spacecraft away from what was once her home, upset by the look in her one good eye. "I take you away from here, to the stars." She looks at him, nodding. There was no where she could've gone, but he thinks she knows that now.

Her eye widens at the beauty of space, the earth so blue, so gorgeous. The stars twinkling, he likes how they look in her eyes. "I will give you blood."

She snaps to him. "Blood? Why do I need blood?"

"Yautja blood heals, you will heal."

She tilts her head. "I'm...human, I can't have your blood." He scoffs at her, silly human. "My eye will heal on its own, with time." He unbuckles her from the chair, gently guiding her to a room. She glances around, it seems like a medic chamber, sticked with bandages, needles, and some sort of spray. He picks her up by her wait and set her down onto a table. He rummages for a needle and a bandage, sticking the needle into himself and drawing out green blood. She's mesmerized, never seeing something so new before.

He turns to her, "Small pain, for a moment." She nods and braces. The blood slips into her system, she immediately feeling its effects. The pain from the assault already starting to fade, she smiles a bit. Once the needle is empty, he wraps up her arm gently. His mandibles click in satisfaction.

"I'm sorry, do you have any food?" He looks at her and takes her down from the table. This large beast, so kind so gentle with her. She's never expected it from him. Never experienced with a man.

He takes her hand once again and brings her into another room, this time she knows its some sort of fridge. Different foods definitely not from earth, were they fruit? She knows some were meat. He picks up a slice of some sort of meat, and places it onto a grill that sat in the middle of the room. He turns it on with a click of a button and it grills, the smell making her mouth water. Once it finishes cooking, he places it into a bowl, handing it to her.

"Thank you." She says softly. He nods, "Come sit. Eat." They take their places at the helm once more; he buckles her in. She takes a few bites of food as he starts hitting a few buttons on the panel. A hologram pops up, a planet.

"Where are we going?" She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Home."

A/n - So very sorry this took so long to come out and is so short! I had recently gotten out of an abusive relationship and needed some time to get it together. Thank you for your patience.

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In the Beginning, There was You- Yautja x F!Reader

Part one

TW- Violence, swearing, sexual harassment/assault

Sanitizer burns the skin. No, not the hand sanitizer, the real stuff they use to clean the labs. Without gloves, masks, suits, it burns like acid. She learned the hard way a while back. Never forgot to wear them again.

It started out like a regular day, scrubbing down an empty lab, music playing off her phone, not too loud where she could get into trouble of course. She works as a cleaner in a secret government facility. It's an easy job for the most part. Clean, take a lunch, listen to music, go home, repeat with a bimonthly paycheck.

Located in a small town, this facility was built for alien research. The scientists here study everything that has come to earth. Are there real aliens here? No. she's only seen weapons, tools. She's not sure type of tools they are bu-

A slap. The sound echoes the room, louder than the music. Her ass stinging. What? She turns from the counter to see him. Greg Hunter, her boss. The pervert.

"Just checking up on you, sweetness," This disgusting man, abusing his power. Why don't I go to human resources? His best friend is the head of the department. Last time a woman went to HR she got fired.

She really needs this job. Too much debt, too many bills. "Please go away. I'm trying to work and go home." The woman's heart's pounding. Oh, how she hates this job.

"What? I can't come and see my favorite girl? Look at these cheeks baby, you're blushing." He smiles, a yellowed-chipped tooth on display.

"Leave me alone I have to work Get away from me." Moving to push the cleaning cart out the door, he grabs her arm, squeezing.

"Honey, don't run from me, it's not nice. Why don't you say sor-"

"Hunter, come in Hunter." A voice from his walkie talkie, a hero. He reaches down and brings it to his lips.

"Go for Hunter."

"Proceed to room eight." The alarm goes off, red and loud. "Extraterrestrial onsite and headed to containment. It's been tranquilized for 30 minutes, will need another dosage hourly."

"Understood. Over and out. He drops the arm, "We'll finish this later sugar, I gotta go." Blowing an air kiss, he walks out the lab.

She feels disgusting. Like she needs to shed skin. She hates this job, she hates that man, but it pays good money. Just have to keep going, head up, can't let anything break me, she thinks to herself.

The red flashing snaps her out of her thoughts. An alien? A real one? The woman pushes her cart out of the lab and into the hall. She wants to see the alien. Would it be green like the ones in the movies? She moves from lab ten to lab nine, just close enough to see the commotion, but not enough to seem nosey.

The doors to the outside open and a wave of soldiers pour in. In the middle of it, a moving table, something big strapped to it. She needs to get closer. Look. she can see the monster a little more. Claws on its hands and toes, light brown skin, its clothed like...Tarzan? Very jungle like.

"Move back!" A soldier yells at her. Startled, she takes a step back with the cart. She hears the thing before watching it try to move. A deep, groggy rumble, like thunder is heard.

"Up the dosage!" Chaos. The lab door opened as guns are trained onto the thing, someone preparing a needle, and everyone rushing into the lab.

She rushes to the door as soon as it closes. Wow, a real alien.

Right in front of her! Inside, about 10 scientists are scattered about, setting up data collecting charts, skin analyzation stations and more. Soldiers, guns ready to fire at the beast being shackled to a wall. She hoped she never had to go in there.

She's never had the best of luck.

<Later>

It's six twenty-five. Her shift ends at thirty. She was sat around the table in the breakroom with the other cleaners trying to wait out the last few minutes. To her left, Anna, her right, Sandra. In front of her, Janice. They had all started at the same time, two years ago. Not exactly friends, but close coworkers.

"Can't wait to get home and get these damn shoes off, my feet are killing me." Janice sighed.

"Maybe it's time you get bigger shoes girl," Sandra snorted. "You know you got those wide ass feet."

"My feet are not wide, they're different!"

She chimes in. "More like deformed." The little group busts out laughing, Janice saying "Ya'll play too much!"

It was a fun little moment the four of them, laughing, until Hunter walks in.

“Four beautiful girls laughing oh so wonderful! What’s the joke I wanna laugh too.” Silence from the table.

The room suddenly fills to the brim with thick, heavy, tension. The women are silent, glancing at each other, wondering why he’s there. To fuck with them? Degrade? Harass? No one moves. Can’t hear anyone but Hunter breathing.

“Oh relax girls, I just need one simple favor. A teeney one. So small.” He puts up a pinched hand. “Tiny.”

Sandra lets out a huff. “What do you want? We’re about to leave.”

A grin spurts up on the creeps face. “I need one of you to clean lab eight.”

Eight. Eight. Eight. Eight? Lab eight, as in the one with that…thing? Absolutely not, no way not me, she thinks. Sandra responds first, "I gotta go pick up my kids I can't."

"I have to get my prescription before the pharmacy closes." Janice throws. Hunter looks between the last two, making a decision. "Well Miss Y/L stayed behind last time, so it's your turn Anna." He walks over, standing behind Anna's chair. "It'll be quick, and I'll keep you company." He puts his hands on her shoulders, and she flinches.

Anna. A very sweet woman. She's shy, and timid. It took her around four months to warm to everyone and actually speak. She's scared. Head down tensed up...Can't let her do it. She doesn't want Anna to be left alone with him. She knows how to ignore him, push him away. Beat him down if need be. "I'll do it."

Everyone turns towards her. "Yeah? Well......that's nice. Don't worry you'll be in and out, I'm sure of it." He walks out.

Whatever, she can clean quickly, right? Yeah, yeah. She stands from the table. "I'll see you ladies tomorrow." They give her a worried look. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Be safe girl." Janice warns.

"Goodnight, and don't worry, I'm a big girl. That bastard doesn't scare me."

Anna murmurs, "It's not him we're worried about.

<Later, not by much>

Room Eight. She's at the corner of the hall almost in a panic. Why is she here? Why is she so selfless? She shouldn't be here. Terrified, what if it snaps its chains and then her necks? What if more like it comes and kills everyone and -

"Are you going in or not?" She's brought out of her thoughts. Two armed guards in front of the lab, staring at her. No. No. She can't go, that...thing. It's in there. Why can't they just make the scientists or the guards clean up whatever mess they made? She shouldn't have taken this job, should've begged for-

The doors close behind her. She doesn't remember walking in. A look around. No one is here. The computers on the walls turned off. The lights dimmed.

In the back of the room, in the center, the creature. The thing itself. It's arms and legs are chained to the wall. A metal collar around Its neck, shock collar? Its head hangs low, as if it were sleeping.

Good. It doesn't know she's here and she wants to keep it that way. She starts spraying down the counters, scrubbing as quickly as she can. Her heart's racing. She makes sure she takes glances at it every now and again. Next are the floors, taking her broom sweeping, mopping. She pauses. Taking a look at the back of the room, she notices a mess near the alien. She already knows what it is based on the crimson color. blood. Human blood. What did it do, eat someone?

Oh fuck, she has to clean that up, or else she'll get in trouble, especially with that bastard Hunter.

On shaking legs, mop in hand, she moves slowly to the back of the room. It's so quiet, except those uneven breaths. The heart feels like it's jumping out her chest.

Closer and closer she gets. fear seeping out of her skin. Goosebumps forming, her throat completely dry. The beast is still, quiet, sleeping. Soft, almost catlike purrs. Strangely, she wonders if it's dreaming. What sort of dreams? It's home perhaps? Wherever that may be, Saturn? Jupiter? Somewhere outside the galaxy?

She begins to the clean up the blood, it's partially dried, so she has to use some force, elbow grease. To distract herself, more questions. Why did it come to earth? How did it get caught? Is there more of them? Are they evolved? Devolved? Do they understand English? Any language on our planet? What does it eat? The blood's cleaned up, as if it were never there. The cleaner stands up, taking another look at the floor. Spotless, she can finally leave. Maybe she'll stop and get some-

The sound of chains rattling. No. No. NO fucking way. Did that foot just move? Please God no. Please, no, no, no. Her breath quickens once more, a panic attack. Her eyes slowly move up from its feet, then legs, its chest, neck, and finally to its yellow eyes. Open yellow eyes staring right at her.

She lets out a gasp and drops the mop. It's awake. Oh, my god. It's awake. Her mind is telling her to run; to go and tell the guards so they can knock him out again. She doesn't move. Still as a pole, looking into its eyes. It's not trying to reach for her, bite or claw. Not even growl. Why? Has it already given up on trying to escape? Or is the collar the reason it's so still?

She slowly backs away, keeping her eyes on the beast. She put the mop in the cart, pushing out the room. Her heart never slowing down until she's down the hall and back into the break room. A breath she didn't know she was holding released.

She's had enough for the night, staying behind and having to be that close to a monster? Her feet hurt, she's hungry, and just wants a hot bath. She gathers her bag, throws on her jacket and heads home, an overwhelming day

<Next Morning>

"So how was it?" She and Janice are the cafeteria scrubbing down the tables.

"How was what?" She tries to play dumb.

"Come on girl! The big bad wolf! What did it look like? Did it get you?"

"Yeah it got me and now you're talking to a clone."

"Ha-ha, very funny. Come on I was details! What was it doing?"

She sighs. "Nothing really. It was all chained up, and I think there was a shock collar on it." She thinks about those intense yellow eyes.

"Was it a boy or a girl?"

Oh, that's a good question. "I actually don't know. I didn't think to check."

A voice from the intercom. "Ladies! I don't think we pay you to gossip! Let's get back to work!"

Disgusted, Janice mumbles, "Damn perverts, always watching. I swear if I find a camera in the bathroom, I'm suing this place for everything they got."

"I'm sure a black site wouldn't let civilians sue them." And she was right. This place would blow the place up with everyone inside, that have a word leaked about its existence.

Day one, they were told if they spoke of this place, to anyone, anywhere, they'd be jailed in an unamerican prison, somewhere they'd never be found, where no one would even dare to look. Thei families would be murdered; their lives wouldn't even be a memory.

"Yeah, yeah. Just gotta take it. For the check right. Come on, we're just about finished here." The two women gather their carts and head to their next assignment.

On the way to, loud voices screaming cursing. Soldiers running past them, obviously to room eight. She doesn't want to get near it, but as soon as she opens her mouth, Janice does. "Come on! I wanna see what's going on!" Now outside the lab, they watch the commotion. The soldiers were at the ready, guns aimed at the thing. Scientists all screaming to not shoot, don't fire, we need it alive. The beast itself had scratches all over, green spilling out. It must be its blood. There was a bullet in its shoulder. It was snarling, struggling against the chains.

Someone screamed to "Press the damn button!" A second later the collar zapping the creature, a roar being forced out of it. It made the two of them flinch. Someone was edging closer to it, trying to inject a needle into it. Someone else distracts it, yelling. The needle gets pushed into its skin, making it reflect and bite at the one who stuck it. A human arm ripped off, blood spraying everywhere.

The creature beings to get drowsy, still pulling on the chains, weakly growling, it was almost sad. She supposed it just wanted to escape but what would it do if it did?

She didn't want to think about it. "Come on girl, let's get out of here." She pushes her cart away from the scene. Janice follows, only when the beast finally settles.

<Later>

"Hey you!" She's standing at the vending machine, trying to smooth out her crumpled dollar. "You!" She turns around. A solider standing with his arms crossed, staring at her with annoyance.

"Yes?"

"You're a cleaner right?"

Cautiously, "Yes...."

"Room eight, now. There's blood." He turns and begins to walk away. She's still there, watching him walk away. He couldn't have asked anyone else? He turns around. "I'm not gonna tell you again."

She grabs her cleaning cart and follows him down the hall and into the lab. Unlike last time, there were people in the lab, all buzzing about, charting data, analyzing blood, looking at screens with the beasts DNA on them. On the table in the center, some weird weapons? One resembling a gun, two small knives, and some type of watch?

No one cares that she's there, no one giving her a glance. She's nothing beneath them, dirt they can walk on. The beast is already staring at her when she looks ahead. Her heart beats a little faster, but she doesn't feel scared. It watches her the whole time she gets over. With her sponge in one hand and her bleach in another, she gets on her knees, keeping it in the corner of her eye.

The size of it compared to her is unreal. Its thigh is muscular, the size of both her legs. She scrubs, hard. It's too much blood. So much blood. She looks up slowly when the chains rattle. Staring down at her, it lets out a small whine like noise. As if it were hurt, upset, needy. It tilts its head to the side, glancing at her cart. She looks back, there's nothing there except her water bottle.

Oh. Its thirsty. She can't give it her water. What if it's a trick and it snaps her neck? What if it bites her arm off just like before? She looks into its eyes again. They seem almost soft, kind. As if it wouldn't dare even think about hurting her. She can't just let it suffer, even though she knows she shouldn't, she sneakily grabs her bottle, bringing it close. It tusks open, not making a sound. She begins to pray to whoever listening that she lives through this. Its mouth opens with sharp teeth. Mouth is almost, bat like, she thinks. The water slowly begins to pour, drinks greedily, as if they weren't giving it anything. Surprisingly she feels bad. Its eyes never left hers, making the most intense eye contact she's ever had. Once the bottle is empty, she pulls back, looking around to see if anyone was watching. No one.

She drops down to her tasks, feeling its eyes on hers the whole time.

An annoying voice. "Look who it is! My favorite girl." She wishes she had been ripped apart. "Be careful baby, this boy is hungry, don't want him to take a bite outta you." He pulls her by the arm and drags her up.

"Let me go."

"Come on, don't be like that, especially in front of everyone. Now say sorry, and give me one on the cheek yeah?" He grunts at her. He's pulling her closer to her him, and she's trying to pull away, she says stop, leave me alone. No one cares, no one's helping. Is she really about to be assaulted in a room full of men who could help? Just when he was about to put his lips on hers, an unexpected noise startles everyone.

A roar, louder that she's ever heard. He's pulling at his chains, eyes narrowed and angry. He seems set on getting to Hunter, its tusks flaring. Everyone alert now, yelling for a stun, to shoot, get him under control. She takes the chance to push out Hunter's arms, take her cart and go.

Once the door closes behind her, she presses her hand to her heart and begins to cry. Loud broken sobs, that echo in the hallway. She hates this job; she hates her life.

<Later>

Doing her stock in the storage room, placing all her things from the cart back where they belong, she notices her bleach, and her sponge missing. She must've left them on in the lab. If she doesn't bring them back, someone will think she's stealing. Or they'll think she's an idiot for leaving them in the lab. She goes back, the doors sliding open to silence. No one is there, just him once again. His head perks up and the sight of her. She thinks she should've brought him more water. She looks him over, more and more green blood, dried and wet coming out of two bullet holes in his right arm, three claw marks on his chest as if someone took a knife and sliced him there, over and over. His neck burned, they've been tasing him too much.

He looks weak, broken down. He watches as she looks around for her things. Her mind can't stop thinking about how he pretty much saved her from the assault. Without looking at him, keeping her head down, she whispers "Thank you."

He lets out a deep, short purr. She takes it as a "You're welcome." Her mouth opens before she can even think. "He's a creep. The guy you saved me from."

He's still watching her, listening. The chains rattle every now and again, he's uncomfortable. Poor thing's been standing for too long. "He's always like that, grabbing and touching on the women. It's disgusting. I'd quit, you know. But I've got so many bills, so much debt. It's too much." She notices her supplies in the corner and walks over to them. "I'm rabbling I know, I just... I just wanted to say thanks." She chuckles to herself. "I don't even know if you can understand me." She turns around to look at him, he's already looking at her. "It meant a lot. Hopefully he stops, but.....yeah."

The room is tense. Silent. The two species staring at each other, wondering if the other understands, wondering what their thoughts are, who they are, what they could be. She walks to the door. She pauses, needing to say one more thing before she heads home, leaving him here. "I'm sorry you're here. I hope one day you can go home."

He tilts his head to the side, understanding? Questioning? She doesn't know. With one last look, she leaves.

<A week later>

Since that day, she's been the only one who's been allowed in the lab to clean up behind everyone. None of the other women will believe her when she says the......thing is kind to her, never biting at her, growling, just listening, occasionally purring. In return for her one-sided conversation, she would sneak him some snacks and water, clean his wounds.

Sometimes they would hurt him too much, leaving him to bleed out, and when the lab was clear she'd do her best to comfort him, and make him feel better, as much as she could. She had showed him her radio, played him a few of her favorite sings, baked him some banana bread, she could tell he didn't like it, but he forced himself to eat it anyway.

She was still getting bothered by Hunter. Touching, catcalling, and of course when she rejected him over and over, he'd turned mean, spewing insults at her, throwing things at her, knocking down things. Trying to scare her, but she's had a father who was worse. Much, much worse.

The scientists had given him a name. Predator. She didn't understand why, but it wasn't her job to, she had told herself. They were an odd pair of...friends? She knows he wanted her to let him go, but she couldn't. Can't risk her job. She needs it too much.

She had just finished her rounds, waiting for the elevator to go to drop off her cart. Two soldiers came up behind her, waiting with her. She knew better than to listen to the convo, but she couldn't help it.

"It looks like a fuckin' toad mixed with a uh.... walrus." One speaks. The other laughs. "Dude I'm serious! It's so fucking ugly, and it's a boy, just imagine what the bitches are like."

"God, I don't even want to imagine that shit man," The elevator comes and all three get on. "Did you hear about the shut down?"

"Nah what you talking about?"

"Some fucking higher up's all pissy, and now there's orders to kill the thing and burn the body."

"Holy shit when?"

"Tonight, they want it done ASAP you know?"

"What about us?"

"Everyone gets new stations. I just hope they don't put me in a fucking station out of the country again. Last time I had the craziest stomach bug. Fucking hell man."

They get off the elevator chatting. She's in shock, they're going to kill him? They can't do that, no. Why can't they just release him, and go about it? She's sure he won't come back to earth; he just wants to go home. Now on her floor, she tries to think of anything to distract her from the fact that her new friend was going to die soon. And he had no clue. She thought of her bills, maybe she can splurge a little and buy some cinnamon and make some cinnamon cupcakes, yes that sounds so good. She wonders if he would like-

No. She has to stop thinking about him now, forever. There's nothing she can do to help. It's not her problem anymore. Even if he's nice to her. Never been threatening, never even growled at her. Listened to her ramble. He was almost a friend, right? This is wrong, taking his life because he's different? Not from here? How is that different from killing humans?

Her feet move without thinking. She's walking as fast as she could without alarming anyone all the way to Room Eight. No guards outside the door, even if there were they wouldn’t stop her, she's just the cleaner. She pushes her cart inside, his head immediately perking up, watching her, waiting for her to speak. Perhaps she's brought some water? Or another sweet thing? He wishes he could tell her she doesn't like the sweetness but he she's been the only one kind to him. She comes closer, bringing her mop with her just in case anyone looks in.

She speaks with a quiet yet rushed voice. "They're going to kill you. Tonight. I heard them say it. I-I can't let that happen, I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself for just sitting back and watching."

He tilts his head, she knows he's listening to her. "First the collar." She looks around, trying to find something. If she can find something to put under it and break it off, like a stick? No, like an ax. In the emergency box on the wall. It's on the other side of the room. With her mop in hand, she goes over to the box, its glass, she'll have to break it. Someone could walk past, outside the door will hear oh my god. They'll come in and shoot her down. She can't risk her life for this, not for some alien.

"Look who it is! Miss Sexy." No. Hunter. "What's going on here? Don't remember anyone telling you to clean in here, baby."

"I'm just doing it, just in case it was needed." Her hands tighten around the mop, bracing for whatever touching he wants to do. She hopes he will hurry up and leave, so she can help her friend.

"Such a sweet, sweet thing aren't you." Hunter takes a step closer to the woman. The chains rattle, the predator moving around. He's antsy. Hunter looks over at him. "Is the big mean monster scaring you princess?"

"No." She says calmly. "I'm fine.

"Don't lie to me now, I can see it in your eyes, all blown out, you're terrified baby." He pulls out a remote from his pocket. "But don't worry, Daddy's got ya." He aims the remote at the predator and clicks one of the buttons. Electric shocks begin and her friend roars in pain.

"Stop it! You're hurting him!" She gasps. She tries to grab the remote from Hunter but he pushes her away laughing as he turns up the shock volume. “Please! Stop!” She tries again, this time Hunter starts getting pissed. There’s no way this bitch gives a fuck about this thing right? Cares more about some fucking alien than him? Who’s been kind to her, flirting with her? No fucking way man.

When she tries a third time, he backhands her hard, she falls and hits her head one the floor.” Stupid fucking bitch.” He turns it up higher. The predator is roaring brokenly, mandibles quivering, paws clenched into fists. “That shot hurts don’t it, huh boy?” Hunter mocks. “I should kill you now, make it easier for everyone. Fucking disgusting to even look at.” He goes to raise the volume one last time but he’s stopped when a mop is swung at his face.

Her hands tight around the mop, she swings it at him again, this time he grunts as he catches it. They’re both holding onto it, trying to tug it out the others hand.

“I should kill you bitch.” He spits out. Quick thinking, she pulls her foot up and kicks him in the stomach, letting go of the mop, sending him backwards into a desk corner head first, knocking him unconscious onto the floor. The remote slides out of his hand and she runs to it, looking it over once before pressing random buttons. She presses a blue button, not just stopping the shock torture, but it completely falls off.

He’s panting, most likely trying to catch its breath. She can see fresh burns on its neck, tears prickling her eyes. Picking up her mop, she runs over to the emergency box and uses the handle of the broom to break the glass. It shatters, not caring about it she reaches in and grabs the ax. “We have to be quick.”

The ax is heavy, it drags on the floor when she moves towards him. “Stay still okay? Very still.” She urges. She uses all her strength to lift the ac high above her head and aims for the chain attached to his right arm. It breaks on the first try.

What she never expected, was for the alarms to start going off. Red flashes, blaring, she wants to cover her ears. She lifts again, but this time he hold out his arm, a silent “Give it to me.” She hands it to him, he swings it much easier than she could ever, chopping off the chains, freeing himself. The sound of yelling, boots stomping on the floor, guns being loaded. She doesn’t have to turn around to know that solders are lining up outside the door ready to kill them both.

The predator, taking big, few steps forward to his belongings that were being kept in a case in the middle of the room. She can tell he tired, broken, but he still smashes the case glass with his fist. Inside lied a knife, a weird looking helmet, a futuristic looking arm band, and a weapon. She assumed it was a gun. He put on the arm band first, glancing at her and the door. Soldiers were just watching waiting for the order the open fire, guns not on stun, but on kill. They don’t wonder if they should be cautious with a civilian in the room, she’s just a cleaner.

He puts on his helmet next, then strapping on his gun and pocketing his knife. He turns to her, walking up. “You be careful okay? And you make sure you never come back here.” She offers a small smile, knowing her fate. She’s done a good thing she tells herself. Looks looks past him, a solider opening the door and tosses a smoke bomb into the room. It’s fires off fogging up the lab. “They’re coming, you gotta get out of here.” He tilts his head once again, she’ll miss seeing that. “Don’t forget me okay?”

Green lasers float around the room, the shoulders are inside looking for them. He lifts his arm and presses onto his arm band. Then completely disappears.

Her eyes widen, complete shock. She’d never expected what was next.

A/N- Holy shit this took way longer to write than I wanted. Sorry again it took so long to come out I got hit by a car😭 Hope yall enjoyed it!

[theglasshatstud10]

Man i love this sm I gen cant wait for the next one

[theglasshatstud10]

Usually I find that there is two sides to the predator fandom, and the devision between the two is such a massive contrast that they may aswell be different fandoms. And they tolotate eachother at most, lemme explain.

Like on one side you have enjoyers ranging from just really enjoying some of the films to being deep into the lore, books and comics. However this side just focuses on what is already established and they don't delve any deeper than that really.

A lot of this side of the fandom (from what I've observed and correct me if im wrong), tends to be streight cis men who like the "testosterone fulled action," of the franchise. Usually, they're also the type to claim that the yautja have a patriarchal society, and theyre usually the ones that make the bad gooner art of the females, but never dare to draw them without their helmets (cowards).

And then you have the girlie pop side, that is obsessed to the point of engaging in fanfiction, x reader/oc stuff, yautja OCs etc. The fan content here tends to be much more engaging and fun, and usually we make yautja society more matriarchal (as it should be) and the gooner art we do make tends to be tasteful and actual monster fucker material. Need i say any more about this side?

Whoever is the more true fandom is up for debate, as for who likes the franchise more? Also up for debate. However the start constant between these two sides is hilariously insane to the point that you can't put a scale on it.

[theglasshatstud10]

Made these two sapphic OCs, theyre both loosers and they both suck at life

Yan'teath is a blacksmith as her primary occupation, and q very good one at that. Her skills with smiting range in anywhere from jewellery, dreadlock decor, armour, weapons, and various household items and ornaments. She likes to wear her creations as she takes pride in her art but also as a form of advertisement so others may commission her.

She lives with her brother and mother, often treating them with her personalised weapons and armour. A lot of the time, though, it is just her and her mother as her brother likes to go out hunting more than they both do, but sometimes she'll tag along to blow off some steam.

However, all was well and good until one day when she and her brother went on an off world trip and ended up at a junk shop with an assortment of random human items, one of these including a Hatsune miku keyring, which Yan'teath bought. She looked up the origins of said keyring and ended up falling down a rabbit hole.

One thing led to the next, and now she almost exclusively listens to Vocaloids (mostly miku), anime sound tracks. She also found out what anime/manga was in this process and incidentally fell in love with yuri, which she now obsesses over to the point where her family and friends are severely concerned because, keep in mind, if this is odd behaviour for humans, then this is bat shit insane behaviour for the yautja.

Maggie is a struggling entertainer who works in various theatres (as an actress), pubs (as nighttime entertainment), and burlesque shows on the weekends. But her day job is working at a petrol station because she needs the money to scrape by while she's trying to make it in the entertainment industry full time, which is difficult because she lives in a not so well known town in Scotland.

Others describe her as eccentric and too much, but she doesn't mind, infact she likes those labels as long as it gets people talking about her and the topic is on her. Although she is self aware that this is attention seeking behaviour, and sometimes she wanders if shes actually a narcissist, but then she reassures herself by looking up the symptoms and realising she has little to none of them.

Because of her busy schedule, shes a bit of a loner and can only form acquaintances and not actual bonds, which makes her crave the attention of others even more. She's very sensitive and can get quite emotional, especially when shes tired, she can lash out or completely melt down, but surprisingly she will hide these moments of venerability even to people close to her. Even she doesn't know why she does this.

One day Yan'teaths brother had enough of his sister infantalising human girls and being such a weeb that he decided to take her on a hunting trip to earth to show her that humans are infact, not like that. Obviously she agreed to go with.

They ended up having a great time hunting, and everything was going to order as they tracked down prey in the concrete jungle of Aberdeen. They ventured out a little more into the country to have a celebetory camp night as Yan'teath was beginning to feel herself again (atleast her brother thought so) until she saw that one human.

Maggie was drinking that night and had wandered into the woods, singing Piano man by Billy Joel as she continued to sip on a bottle of whisky and cry, until Yan'teath saw her. Blue hair, grey vest, and it sings. "OMG, IT'S HATSUNE MIKU," thought Yan'teath probably, who then proceeded to stalk Maggie for a few minutes before snatching her up and deciding to take this little Ooman that resembled her favourite vocaloid, as a living trophy.

Obviously, her brother and mother were distraught by this. And obviously, Maggie didn't take too kindly to being abducted by aliens.

So in the end we have a weeboo yautja, a grouchy lowlife human, an annoyed brother yautja, and a mother yautja who is having a crisis as she thinks back on all of her life choices trying to remember where she went wrong with her daughter.

[theglasshatstud10]

Yautja OC idea:

A female yautja blacksmith who is obsessed with hatsune miku and yuri (basically shes a weeb for sapphic anime girls), and is very open about it but because of that everyone side eyes her when she brings in her hatsune miku charms and accessories to the forge or on her hunts.

She also is obsessed with the paranormal ans cryptids of different folklore in different cultures around the galaxy.

If it weren't for all of these random special interests and hyperfixations, she would've otherwise been considered a good warrior in yautja society who is good at her job and a strong woman

[theglasshatstud10]

Ok so I know this isnt my main fandom but I just need to rant about this because its something that has always pissed me off about the AVP/Predator/Yautja fandom.

I hate HATE it when people draw the female yautja in that fuck ass sooner artstyle, you know the one, where they give them abnormally large boobs, hips and abnormally tiny waists to go with it.

Like, don't get me wrong, I live for women with large boobs and thunder thighs, however it gets to a point, especially when its so obviously gooner shit and it looks male gazy. I also have no problems with gooner art, but as I said, it gets to a point.

Like tell me why I was just scrolling through pintrest, looking at yaitja females, haveing a fantastic time and all of the sudden I see what is basically anime girl hentai body proportions but with a yautja head and abbs attached to it, THANKS YOU HAVE RUINED MY THIRST SESH WITH THIS!!!!

[theglasshatstud10]

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[theglasshatstud10]

Made this tiktok but please comment if you agree with the sentiment.