Your Pokemon Tournament - MATCHUP SEVEN
Remember, be nice to both competitors.
Art for Charcoal the Houndoom is by @rotomblr-polls and art for Oreo the Zebstrika is by @team-skull-unova.
Charcoal the Houndoom belongs to @anonymous-user-a and Oreo the Zebstrika belongs to @team-skull-unova.
Propaganda under the cut.
Charcoal the Houndoom - entry 116
“He was born with one leg missing, but he is a very brave boy. Please reward him.”
Oreo the Zebstrika - entry 141
“she loves attacking birds and i will let her do so if she doesn't win. no pidove will be safe. is that what you want? save the pidove, vote for Oreo“
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“the A in lgbtqia+ stands for ally!” i’m in your walls
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your big brother loves you so much. you have no idea how long he's been waiting for you, okay, baby? so don't ruin this for me, or i'll fucking kill you.
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hello mr revvington are you enjoying your evening mr revvington
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Regency/forbidden love idea!
Omega hob is being presented to society. Of course, everyone tells him he’s lucky he gets to debut at all. His family is new money and hob isn’t exactly seen as a traditional beauty. While he has a pleasing form, good childbearing hips, he’s beat up alphas who thought he’d be an easy lay and now he has a reputation.
Omega dream is the jewel of the season, the beautiful third sibling of the richest family in town, the endless and everyone is vying for his hand. He is bored as hell with alphas trying to impress him, expecting him to swoon into their arms. He’s known as an ice prince and the prize everyone alpha thinks they can have.
But they don’t know that dream is in love already.
He didn’t expect it. He didn’t ask for it. He was set on being a good omega and doing his duty. And then he met hob. The minute he saw him Dream’s senses came alive. He’d never thought he was attracted to anyone. But hob’s smile, his scent, his warm laugh—Dream realizes maybe he’s never wanted alphas. Maybe he is meant to love an omega. and hob is no better. He catches a glimpse of Dream and it’s over, his heart is dream’s.
The first time, they’re on holiday together by the sea—no need for a chaperone when they’re both omegas— and dream can’t help himself. He steals into hob’s bed, heart in his chest and hob is already awake, like he was waiting for him. He kisses him like he’s a starving man.
Hob spreads dream out and eats him out until dream comes screaming and then dream fucks him until he’s sobbing into the mattress. And they swear under the sheets and stars that they will elope. As soon as they have enough money and a plan.
Dream is pretty sure he can put off an engagement. Death is helping. She’s got their parents convinced that no one has offered a high enough bride price. So far no one is good enough for dream.
Hob isn’t worried for himself. He doesn’t expect anyone to make an offer for him. But he lives in fear of some alpha making a claim for dream. Everyone wants him.
Finally they have enough. Dream’s estranged brother has offered to shelter them. Dream writes to hob with the good news and packs a bag. That night, he goes to wait in the woods, where hob knows to meet him.
But hob doesn’t show up. Dream waits hours, heart pounding, suddenly sure that hob never meant to come, that hob doesn’t love him. until suddenly their friend Matthew comes running out of the night.
“He isn’t coming,” he gasps out and dream feels his heart shatter (it must be true then, dream must be unlovable)— “he was caught,” matthew continues. “They’re arranging his match now, he is being mated in the morning. They’re looking for you too. I’m sorry, dream, you have to run. ”
Holy shit!! Amazing romance novel material right here!!
I totally want to see Dream launching a rescue mission (with Matthew). But in the short term, he really does have no choice but to run. If they're both caught then things will be even worse - he needs to get away from this place if he's going to rescue Hob. So he reluctantly flees via the mail coach, biting the back of his hand to stop himself from screaming in anguish as he gets further from his love.
Meanwhile, Hob is having NONE of this imprisonment in his room and forced mating thing that his family have planned. He's been locked in, and the windows are barred, but he does have the time to develop a plan. And to sharpen the little knife that he normally uses to open envelopes to a very sharp point.
He acts submissive and ashamed when the alpha he's been given to is brought into the room. A quick transaction was made overnight - there are lists of alphas waiting for mates, it wasn't hard to find one at short notice. Hob clasps his little knife and he waits.
He doesn't murder his new alpha, although he thinks he'd be entitled to - forced mating is technically illegal. Its self defence for Hob to slash at the alpha's face when he tries to mount Hob. Self defence for him to run down the stairs, brandishing his knife. To flee through the kitchen, steal a horse, and ride away at top speed.
He wouldnt make it very far if it wasn't for the fact that Dream is waiting for him with money, falsified papers and a plan. Hob finds him waiting at the first coaching inn on the road to London, and they immediately head north as fast as possible. Hob is still wearing his bloodied shirt, and Dream is ashamed to admit that he finds it rather sexy. Hob just smells so good with all his wrath and vengeance on display.
After that, it's bizarrely easy. Hob cuts his hair, Dream starts dressing a little more conservatively. They move to a nice little hotel by the seaside, with Hob pretending to be Dream’s companion. Two omegas living a quiet life and sharing a room is far from a scandal. They even go abroad and finally get to travel like they always dreamed of. And oh, they make love at least 3 times each day. They simply can't keep their hands off each other. Hob wakes up each day and nuzzles his way down to eat his beloved out - the very best way to say good morning. And when the heats sync up, the pleasure is unmatched by anything.
Death and Matthew both visit them when it's safe to do so, and even they can tell: omegas or not, those two were made for each other. They'd find each other in any universe - it's fate!
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🐕 barkinginthe-night Follow
wait wait wait wait you’re telling me all night wolves are related. how do y’all reproduce wtf
🐶 the-most-correct-dog-ever Follow
This is why we need to make a come back for Night Wolf exterminators, they are literal pests that do disgusting things.
#follow for more tips! #NIGHTWOLVES KYS
🌹 night-wolfboy ☑️ Follow
nah i did not almost die to make schools teach about night wolves a thing for you to say this 😭😭
🔁 night-wolfboy ☑️
@barkinginthe-night op, what happens is that people w/ night wolf genes get with normal werewolves or humans and have kids if they wish to, that’s where most night wolves come from now
🧛 vampussy-wait-no Follow
but nightwolves are literally a result of a werewolf king m*ting with a vampire king?
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yea! It’s like a half chance if a night wolf were to mate with a human or werewolf, but 100% if they get with a vampire
🔁 night-wolfboy Follow
@/the-most-correct-dog-ever blocked me 💀
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[Closed Starter for @dark-type-mischief and @pokemonveterinarian]
Mid day, at around 4 in the evening, it started.
The raid started.
Portals opened in the woods of Santalune Forest, close enough to the house for it to be not much of a walk, but far enough to not be heard at first, Maxie narrows his eyes at the sight of the house, face warping into a sarcastic smirk.
"Of course his house would be run down... of course..."
A few grunts surround the area, quickly getting into the positions they were told, after all, this is Maxie and Archie's kid, they're here in case something goes wrong.
Pokemon were let out of their pokeballs, mainly canines and other small pokemon, the pokemon leading the pack being Bite, Fight, and a large female Houndoom, the collar on her neck saying 'Smoke'.
Both Archie and Maxie hang back for now, letting the pokemon lead the charge.
Bite and Fight both quickly charge at the door at the same time, Smoke right behind them.
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This is a Public Service Annoucement for the community at large! Unfortunally you have been diagnosed with the rare but dangerous terminal disease know as TABIT/B (TIRF-Adjacent Baeddelist Internalized Transphobia/Bigotry). Fortunally there is available a long but efective curative threatment; To get long deep and moist daily sessions of oral by a kind and caring tboys followed before and after by edging and aftercare respectively!
So, I was going to ignore this ask, but I recently found out that a bunch of other trans women and lesbians got the exact same message:
(if any of you want to peep the horror, search "TABIT/B")
Anyway, you don't get a No-Prize for this. From the bottom of my heart, rot in hell.
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wisteria symphony be like "we have Chat Blanc at home"
the Chat Blanc at home:
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chatters who spam green and blue hearts when that rihanna song plays should take a long walk off a short peer if you catch my drift
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BROTHER THINGS
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*Floyd bragging to Jade about being a centimeter taller than him*
Jade, who’s had enough of Floyd’s antics : Oh my, I wonder if you were to turn back into your original form and we cut off part of your tail, would you shrink? We should test that theory out.
Azul, tired of both of their antics : Jade we will not be cutting off anyone’s tails.
Yuu, who wants to know now : No, no, let him try it I want to see what happens.
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(I’m actually lowkey curious but realistically it probably wouldn’t work?)
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Zane is curious to a fault and that's my favorite flaw. refined version of this rough fic post from three years ago. now posted on ao3
Zane gets taken prisoner by the Mechanic. Nya and Cole are on the way, but will they get there in time? And why Zane?
CW: threats of robot violence (not carried out), canon-typical violence (people get beat up and walk away with a bruise or two)
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Gray is called neutral for a reason. It doesn't offend any of the other colors. Not with red plastic wire jackets or the gold wiring inside, cradled by unpolished titanium plates. The only real light Zane has is falling onto the concrete floor and stretches up to his chest. Someone removed a Monopoly box-sized rectangle from the door and stuck wrought iron in. It's a far cry from the smooth round bars installed in Kryptarium. They should rethink calling him "Most Valuable Prisoner" if these are the conditions they put important people in.
Zane would halfheartedly kick at a rock, but all of his motors are shot except for the ones on his neck, abdomen, and right are. Also, there are no rocks nearby, so he lies there, half propped against a wall. His left arm is detached and strewn to the side of the cell in the corner.
The slivers of light are disturbed by a silhouette wearing a bowl hat. In a few moments, the door is open and The Mechanic stands inscribed in a rectangle of light that crawls towards the inside of Zane's cell, "Little nindroid," he leans in, keys jangling on his hip, "Don't count yourself lucky 'cause I'm not leavin' any time soon."
After a moment to process the double negative, Zane tries to right his head and gets about 70% there. His vision is still tilted slightly to the left. "You're the unlucky one," an exposed motor audibly whirs when he speaks. One good arm helps push his back further up the wall in an effort to look like he's sitting rather than considerably incapacitated. "And an idiot on top of that," he looks pointedly around the room, "Or did you not realize that you led us straight to your base?" Zane looks the mechanic in the one good eye he has.
He just laughs, "Like you'll ever make it back to tell 'em!" The clanging of loose gears punctuates every heave of his leather-clad chest.
Someone from behind yells, "Yeah!" and pumps a fist into the air while another curls one hand into a fist and hits it against their palm as an ode of what's to come. Oh joy.
Squinting, Zane can make out three goons of various sizes past the doorway. All of them are wearing tattered leather jackets and ripped acid wash jeans. Idly, he wonders if their 'Henchmen from an 80s movie' outfits come out of their paycheck or the boss'.
The Mechanic turns and screeches for them to be quiet.
Then he searches a large, and horribly inconvenient, key ring. After what feels like ages, he clips a particular key to his belt.
He sets his eyes on Zane and begins to creep forward into the cell, "You're going to give me that capacitor real nice like," he motions his hands in a 'come come' manner that Zane discovers he finds incredibly demeaning, "Or I'm gonna take you apart 'til I find it like the Good 'Ol Mechanic I am." He crouches, still out of arm's reach but too close for any semblance of comfort, "Like I've wanted to for so long. You get me?" Grinning, he shows off teeth adorned with gold and silver. Either he lacks dental hygiene or fancies the look of grillz.
The metal piece replacing his eye has a few lights in it that stare at Zane like they're expecting him to blink first. "We destroyed it-" narrowing his eyes before scoffing, "Do you really think we'd keep around a novel compact device capable of holding that much electricity?"
"No," The Mechanic stands up to full height and walks backwards to lean back on the cell wall, "I think you," he points at Zane, "Are curious enough to want it around to tinker with - to figure out all its little secrets and whatnot." A pause. "But smart enough to know that your other little friends wouldn't agree." He takes out a cigarette and flicks his lighter, illuminating the dank room. It is summarily snuffed out after serving its purpose; the butt of the cigarette glows a dark red. "You either have it or you know where it is." He draws in a breath and lets the smoke trickle out through his mustache.
Zane feels a tangible sense of checkmate as he sees the ash fall between oily human fingers. But it's not over yet. "Fine," he raises his head the last several degrees to straighten it fully, "But if I don't tell you where it is, how is taking me apart going to help? You'll never find it if I'm not intact."
"Tell it to me now," he shuts the door, letting it clang so loud it makes the tallest henchman flinch, "And you won't have to see me rilflin' 'round that chest of yours to see where the memory stick's at." He pulls a pair of foot-long pliers out of his toolbelt, wearing a smile that borders on the side of deranged.
This is Zane's own fault and he's fully aware that he deserves what's coming to him. But he can't help feeling relief when a door down the hallway is kicked in and "Hands off the nindroid!" echoes through the room.
The goons spring to their feet just in time for Nya to incapacitate the shortest one and trip the gangliest member against a wall. It's enough to keep her occupied that a woman with blond, curly hair puts her arms around Nya's neck in a choke hold. Out of reflex, Zane tries to move his left arm to grab a shuriken, only to be greeted by sparks that jump to the ground and fizzle out.
Nya widens her stance and attempts to flip her assailant onto the person slumped against the nearby wall. When the taller goon flips open a switchblade, she reconsiders just long enough for the Mechanic to make it over and brandish his brass knuckles. Stopped in her tracks, Nya lifts the feet of her attacker from behind just long enough to spin around and jerk backwards to smash the Mechanic into a wall.
She's not pay attention to the person with the knife. They've stood up and are mid-lunge when Cole barrels through the hallway, knocking the wind out of them and leaving them gasping for air on the floor. Nya still has an arm around her neck, but the woman attacking her is dazed. Cole grabs one of her arms, letting Nya twist out of the way. She snatches a pair of handcuffs from the henchman's belt, securing the woman's hands behind her back and around a table leg. Cole was checking the pulses of the other knocked out henchmen, so he didn't notice who had gone missing.
"Damn hard to find good help these days," not to be forgotten, the Mechanic quickly locks he cell door behind him and throws the keys across the room, coming to rest near what used to be the Zane's left elbow, "Oh well," his other hand grabs wire cutters out of an inner coat pocket, "Guess we'll have an audience, eh, nindroid?"
"Shit!"
He takes only two steps closer before the door groans and bends behind him. The Mechanic spins around, shocked. Nya chooses that moment to walk through the new opening in the concrete, drag him a few feet closer to her by grabbing his shirt, then punch his lights out.
Cole watches it happen, a few of his locs obscuring an eye, while he's still holding the door in his hands. Almost regarding it as a seasoned debate student would his notes. He promptly throws it aside after his eyes land on Zane's, rather dishevelled look.
"Hey buddy," he bends down at Zane's right side, putting a hand on his back so it's easier to sit, "Not looking too hot," he scans the room, finally able to process the extent of the damage, "What the hell did they do to you?"
"They tore that arm off," he uses his head to gesture to it, as if there are some other remains of a titanium android's arm lying around in close proximity, "And then it joined me as I was pushed off a building." Zane puts a hand on Cole's shoulder, "But I gathered what I could of it and I'm okay. All the important things are intact."
Finished with tying up the Mechanic, Nya walks in and surveys the damage she, Jay, and Pixal will have to repair, "What did they want from you, anyways?" She takes off her gi to use as a makeshift bag to hold the large arm plates she's picking up, "They seemed to specifically go after you once they regrouped."
Zane's lifted into the air, his legs uneven; the right side showing too many wires to be fully intact inside and the other being so crumpled it became an inch shorter. Cole's supporting all of his weight, one arm gripping the area where an arm used to be and his right holding on to the metallic one that's slung around his shoulders.
"The capacitor from last week."
"What about it?" Cole shuffles sideways through the opening so Zane's legs don't catch, "But you destroyed it a few days ago? Why'd they think- don't tell me you-"
Pointedly, Zane looks the hallway, admiring the bent door and its handle laying on the floor. Nya stands up, gi in hand, and leaves the cell, putting her free hand on her hip and sighing, "Zane. This is why we get rid of those things in the first place."
He waits a beat, feeling the eyes of his disappointed friends. Much Zane's body may be broken but his pride is in perfect working condition. They just didn't understand, clearly. "It stores energy so much more efficiently than anything we have developed right now. We don't even know if it's the design or the materials or-"
"Or what?" Cole readjusts his grip on him, making the loose pieces in his legs rattle and scrape together, "It could be important, sure, but is it worth it to get captured again? Damn it, Zane, we can't afford to worry about someone going missing or another burnt down monastery!"
"I-" the nindroid lets his head hang, giving him a clear view of the wreckage that is his lower half. His voice gets quieter, "There was some... collateral damage I hadn't fully taken into account."
After a few moments of silence, Nya gets out her phone to call the commissioner. His limp body is dragged out anther door and up several flights of spiral stone stairs onto the roof. Zane's set down against an air conditioning unit, propped up like a favorite tea time doll.
Cole sits down to his right, holding his one good hand. He takes the other to push hair out of his eyes. Taking a deep breath in, he methodically exhales after almost exactly ten seconds.
A full minute later, Cole tries to speak, "Just-" he turns his head to look away from Zane, to where the Bounty will presumably dock soon. "We can always get you one from Borg: the guy has everything," he squeezes his hand, "Except- except you. We only have one of you, and I'd like to keep this Zane in one piece."
There was no use pointing out that Borg does not have what he's looking for. "I'll..." letting his voice box draw out the word, he leans forward a little, catching Cole's eye, "restrain myself - in the future, that is - when it comes to things like this."
Cole just nods, accepting the apology as one might tuck a missing letter into their pocket.
Zane's not forgiven yet, just understood.
Nya comes up after not much longer and sits where his left arm would usually be when it's not shattered into pieces.
Soon, the Bounty will descend out of the clouds, but right now it's tranquil. Zane closes his eyes, shutting off visual sensors and allowing his head to rest on the AC unit behind them. If he sits here long enough, he just might forget how damaged his legs are.
And how the capacitor sitting right next to his heart has never felt heavier.
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set in a "vaguely after s8" timeline and Some General Robot Gore, but none of the End Of The Season Plot things. wanted to treat myself a little bit because I love underexplored character flaws and broken robots.
lmk if you want another chapter on the team's POV or the bit leading up to Zane's capture; or just throw me a prompt in my asks
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Pelipper mail...?
A Vulpix doll with it's back ripped open...
... ... . . .
Touch her and YOU WILL BE THE ONE WITH YOUR
BACK
RIPPED
OPEN!
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fuck, how do you sew...?
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Can i ask for ROs reaction to MC being used? Like domestical things like someone keeps making MC do their job or getting coffee. And just in case u didnt get the amount of support u need, i think ur amazing: ur characters are all well written, ur twine story format is eye-catching, your gentle way with answering questions is appreciated and your complexion is beautiful ♡♡♡
I know this ask is old, but thank you so much for your compliments, lovely 🥹🤍 I can’t claim credit for the UI though, that’s all on the incredible @/outoftheblue-if !!
K: would have been informed by their minions in your department about this person. Luckily they’re at HQ, so they can get to you quickly. Fury sparks in their chest when they see you happily getting your user colleague a coffee. K practically prowls across the room, minions frantically throwing themselves out of the way, and makes eye contact with the bastard, who goes so pale, they might as well be dead. Good, thinks K, nobody messes with what’s mine. “You know who I am?” A nod. “You know who they are to me?” Another nod. K grins, all teeth. “Then you must be one stupid bastard.”
A: frowns at the sight before them. You’re giving a person a slightly strained smile as they dump another pile of folders, clearly their own work, on your desk. A is about to go over there and politely ask that the person do their own work in future, when said person snaps their fingers in your face and laughs as you flinch. It makes A’s hackles rise, and they’re by your side in seconds, shoving the folders back into the person’s hands with too bright eyes, a vicious smile, and enough force to make them stumble a few steps back. “Try that again, and I promise that you’ll regret it.”
Reese: feels their hands clench into fists as the anger wraps it’s way around them like an old friend. They’re usually so good at controlling their temper, but watching this person take advantage of you really ticks Reese off. Fortunately for your colleague, you catch sight of them and smile, allowing Reese to take a deep breath and force the tension from their body, returning the smile. Ahh, how whipped they were. Now calmer, Reese makes their way over to your user, and leans right down next to their ear. You don’t hear what Reese says, but the person goes an off green colour, frantically nodding their head. Your partner then turns back to you with a bright grin and a request to join them for lunch.
Luisa: raises her eyebrow at you running around for your lazy sack of shit colleague. She always knew that your good-nature would end up getting you into trouble, but lucky for you, your girlfriend wasn’t in a particularly forgiving mood today. She makes her way over to the person who thought they could use you, and grabs the back of their shirt, yanking them up to their feet and letting her smirk grow just shy of feral at the high-pitched squeal they let out. How pathetic, she thinks. “I think it’s time for the little piggy to do their own work, no?”
Cody: has had enough, they’ve born witness to this person taking advantage of your kindness stupidity too many times. They hoped that you would eventually tell them to back off, but it’s day six and you’re still acting like their servant. The next time it happens, Cody spins around on their chair, sneers at your user, and says very loudly: “are you so utterly incapable of doing your work that you have to fob it off onto other people? You might as well just quit at this point and save yourself from further embarrassment.” The person flushes red, and Cody laughs and then adds, much quieter: “apart from MC, I’m the best this place has got, keep pissing me off and I’ll ruin you.”
Noah: let’s their instincts take over when they see you being taken advantage of. It makes their blood boil. Noah comes up behind your colleague, completely silent, and leans down into their space, making the person jump. They start to snap something before they realise just who has snuck up on them. Noah grins at the fear in their eyes and the useless attempts to speak. “How sweet, such a scared little mouse.” Noah can’t help but laugh as the person whimpers. “You’re not even worth my time, so you’re certainly not worth MC’s. However, I’m in a good mood, so I’ll give you a piece of advice…if you want to live a long life, you’ll do your own work from now on.”
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I've just thought of something angsty. In the au where the player gets transported into enstars as an idol, the characters don't hold anything back when it comes to harassing the player, right? Imagine if the character that's directing their hatred towards the player was a comfort character. The player loved them a lot and when they were feeling sad, all they had to do was open the game and see their favorite idol. Now, that very same idol was looking at them with hatred, sending insults and just outright breaking their heart and probably hurting them mentally as well. The ones I think that would go all out are Izumi, Shu, Tori, Madara, Hiyori, Ibara, Himeru and Nantsume 🤔 Those are just my opinion though.
And even if they do find out and try to apologize, it's likely that the player won't be able to look at them the same way ever again. (The other idols might see this as an opportunity. Less competition and if they manage to cheer you up, you might turn to them for comfort instead.)
Thanks for listening to my rant ejfnfi Have a nice day, Daze! Also, can I be 🌟 anon? Or maybe 🦐 anon?
You absolutely can be 🌟 anon! Welcome aboard :D I hope you have a nice day as well
gn reader
tw yandere, obsession, insults and threats towards the player, mentions of the idols treating you poorly
What if the character that hurt you the most was your comfort character?
But yes omg that would hurt so badly! A comfort character is something so personal and special, as the name suggests, they probably gave you a lot of comfort when you were going through some rough times. Whenever you saw them, you couldn´t help but smile because they always managed to cheer you up. Maybe you would put their solo song on loop sometimes or you might look up fanfic on Tumblr for them and happily giggle to yourself whenever you found something new you hadn´t read before. They meant so much to you, you really loved and adored them!
Which just makes it hurt even more when they sneer at you when you enter the room or they just outright throw insults at you, asking you why you´re even here. You´re not the one they want, just leave before they hurt you
Like, it´s already so difficult because you´re trying to come to terms with the fact that you just entered the world of the video game you adored and everything is so strange and unfamiliar. But you think to yourself, at least you´re finally able to talk to the idol you love so much! Isn´t it just like a dream come true?
But if anything, it´s more like a nightmare. You´ve barely stepped foot into ES or exchanged a single word with anyone, but they all seem to immediately hate you for some reason. Being so heavily disliked for an unknown reason feels terrible, it´s like you have no one to turn to in this strange new world.
But more than anything else, it hurt when your comfort character treated you just the same, if not worse than the others. They know that the player liked them more than anyone else, they were getting most of the attention, but then you came and chased them away. How dare you?
It´s all too much, they´re so different from what you always imagined them to be and it just hurts so much, You wanted to believe that at least they would be on your side but you were very mistaken.
(Btw I think you´re spot-on when it comes to the idols that would be the cruelest to the reader in this scenario)
When the truth finally comes to light, they´re on their knees, begging for you to accept their apology. They didn´t know it was you! How could they do something like this to you? Please forgive them
But those apologies just leave a bad taste in your mouth. You´ve seen what they´re really like and no matter what, your view of them has been forever tainted
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