Horror isekai where Perceiving the Weird Eldritch Thing gets you catapulted into a nightmare labyrinth of puzzle-solving.
I.e Those Who Perceive The Hunt of the Goblin King Must Partake In The Labyrinth and Can Only Be Freed If They Complete It In One Day and One Night. By Fae Law. For Reasons.
But the definition of “perception” clearly needs to be updated because some normal guy simply films the Hunt of the Goblin King Behind Arby’s, and puts it on Facebook -
No, not instagram or TikTok, it’s important that it be Facebook -
Because the rules are pretty clear, “the rules are the rules” as is carved ominously in elvish runes above the grim gate, and the Contract is Sealed. and so therefore the guy and 25 of their most random real-life acquaintances must run the gauntlet together. It’s Some Guy, their immediate neighbors, their first partner’s mom, their friends from hobby Facebook groups (oh this poor guy and their hobbies; the elderly birdwatchers from Facebook and the young up-and-coming drag king community), their random teen kid niece, college friends, a dog who also watched the video, a couple consisting of a woman who is the guy’s Facebook friend and showed her husband the video, and the husband doesn’t even know Some Guy, so he’s in the labyrinth and absolutely furious about being forced to be involved, and they proceed to break up over the course of the puzzle.
It’s important that the narrative keeps trying to be a sexy dark horror isekai! but within this the comedic reality of Catherine, 52, the guy’s horse-riding instructor, being passionately involved in escape-room-style puzzle solving and grappling with minor goblins. They are in fact speedrunning the gauntlet.
The Goblin King finally has to say: all right, actually, I only really set all this up to fuck with one (1) guy at a time, thanks for your willingness to participate, but I think all 25 of you can consider the gauntlet fully run.
And the group would be quite hurt by that. The rules are the rules. We have a contract, actually. Let Catherine cook.
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asking a bunch for grant bc im NOSY : 🌾 [RICE SHEAF] How picky is your OC with food? What will and won't they eat? 🍔 [BURGER] What would your OC put on their burger? 🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?
omg hi nectar 🤭 thanks for sending me some questions!!
🌾 [RICE SHEAF] how picky is your OC with food? what will and won't they eat?
grant is, like, negative picky. the only thing he doesn't really like is any kind of tea but he'll drink it if you give it to him and every once in a while, for a very special flavor, he'll approve of it. maybeeeee not like it but at least tolerate it more than usual.
so yeah!! he'll eat anything, he does not care. he enjoys cooking and baking, it's all very relaxing for him, and he likes trying new things.
however, probably large in part because he never got to eat anything fun as a child unless he was far, far away from his mother (who only ever served "rabbit food"), he does gravitate to classic american comfort cuisine as his favorite foods! stuff like macaroni and cheese, pizza, etc. he might be the #1 mac and cheese stan worldwide tbh
🍔 [BURGER] what would your OC put on their burger?
the absolute dream combo for him would probably be like standard burger patty and bread with sauerkraut and swiss cheese, maybe a fried egg for funsies, too
can you tell he's from the midwest
🥕 [CARROT] how tough is your OC against certain situations? how weak are they against others?
i truly believe grant is much, much tougher than people would at first give him credit for (or even than he would give himself credit for...)
he's been through a lot in his lifetime and he can be very critical of himself for having developed mental illness, a chronic physical illness, and for struggling with addiction in the past because he feels like it's all his fault and he wasn't strong enough to make it out "normally" (there is no normal, i just think he would use that terminology against himself). but the reality is that survival AT ALL is a huge deal and is worth celebrating, and he's very resilient to have gotten to the place he's at in life now. was it fair that he had to be resilient? no, not even remotely, but in a way, he had no choice.
so that said, i think as he's gotten a better handle on healing throughout his 20s and now 30s (yay!! we just had his birthday last update in the story!!), he's become much more unshakable. social situations are his weakest area - for example, it took him a long time to stand up to his ex and tell her to get out of his life, and it is going to take even longer for him to work out the situation with his father and confront him one way or another.
NOW what is he really good at?! handling emergencies! if you're in a car accident, he's the guy you want to be in the car with you at the time because he won't break a sweat dealing with it. he's very mechanically-minded and good with logic and problem solving, so any emergency is not even slightly going to bother him because he does know he's good at those things. he trusts himself completely as long as he can use those skills. plus, he has many years of experience in compartmentalization lol.
we could also think about his previous job (that he's attempting to get back now) here. aviation is very safe for the most part, but you have to be chill about any kind of crazy ass events happening as a pilot because the stakes are ridiculously high. grant has an advantage in the chill factor, though, because on any day of the week, he'd 100% choose flying an airplane that's on fire or literally falling apart over being in the same building, not even the same room, as his mother. in his mind, he's dealt with much worse.
🧅 [ONION] what is surefire to make your OC cry? who knows of this information?
remember the not as good with social stuff thing?
yeahhhh, it's raising your voice at him. you don't even have to yell, you can just barelyyyyyy raise it and his eyes will at least get watery. he can handle honesty, he can handle bluntness, but not anything with a tone or yelling 😥
and i think everyone knows because his emotions always show on his face. in this case, he'll get that kind of twitchy look and his face will look like it's just been completely drained of life
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under the bus
- "you look like you have a fever" - from this prompt list by @fever-comfort <3
After the fifth stifled sneeze shook the stranger beside them, B fought the urge to roll their eyes. They subtly tried to shift over to the edge of their already uncomfortable bus seat, scanning the area for any other empty spot on the vehicle, frowning as the crowded bus remained full.
They had just finished a long, tough shift at work and wanted to head home as quickly as possible. And, of course, the ride home couldn’t be any easier even after such a tiring day. They hadn’t gotten a glimpse of the weather forecast since they were running late that morning, missing the opportunity to grab an umbrella for the rain that drenched them when they left.
Not only was the bus they caught completely crammed when they got on, but the only available seat was next to someone who clearly wasn’t feeling well.
Honestly, it annoyed B quite a bit. Why would this person be out using public transportation when they’re sick? Don’t they have any consideration for others around them?
They had to close their eyes as they tried not to cringe when the sick stranger finally succumbed to their itching nose and fell into a sneezing fit, covering each one with their elbow.
By what seemed to be their seventh blow, B was absolutely pissed and close to saying something, but the person next to them had already calmed down and tiredly leaned their head back against the seat.
“I am so sorry…” they apologized weakly, and just by the sound of their voice, B could tell that their throat was probably on fire.
Any complaints that B had queued up died at their tongue in an instant.
Instead, they decided to replace it with a simple:
“No worries, it happens…”
“Allergy season is just really kicking my ass this time around…” the stranger tried to explain with a painful, nasally tone, and after looking them in the eyes for the first time the entire ride, B had to stifle a laugh.
Even with the weather warming up, the stranger wore a few more layers of sweaters and clothes than they needed, their eyes were still watery from all the sneezing, their nose red and raw, and the most telling feature was their flushed cheeks.
“Allergies? If I’m being honest, you look like you have a fever,” B confessed, and although just ten minutes ago their blood would have been boiling at this observation, a wave of sympathy consumed them now.
The ‘sickie’, B’s decided to call them for now, blinked for a moment as if they had a moment of realization.
“Do I?” they questioned.
B offered a small smile and nod, lifting their hand and wordlessly asked to check for them. When the sickie gave a nod of consent of their own, B allowed the back of their hand to rest on their forehead.
“Yeah,” B confirmed after feeling nothing but warmth, “you definitely have a fever, my friend.”
“That explains a lot…” they spoke under their breath, B could see that it was more towards themselves than a response.
B then noticed that they somehow looked more miserable than they already did before, a deep frown creased their tired face.
“I’m really sorry about this then,” the sickie apologized again, “I didn’t realize I was sick, I’m used to feeling run down and thought this was just another bad day with my allergies. If I knew I was sick I definitely would have been more careful, I didn’t mean to expose anything to you.”
B listened with a heavy heart, taking note of the fact that this stranger admitted to feeling this way on a regular basis.
“Hey, really, it’s alright…” B comforted, “I’m B, by the way.”
“A,” the stranger introduced softly before having to turn around and sneeze into their elbow again.
“Bless you,” B said with a sad smile.
“Thanks…” A tried their best to respond clearly through their congestion.
A was beginning to look worse off and B had a bad feeling sitting in the pit of their stomach at the thought of leaving this bus without helping A in the slightest.
“Hey, uh…” B started, fiddling with their fingers, “I know we quite literally met like five minutes ago, but if there’s anything I can help you with, I’m willing to lend a hand. If you need medicine, food?”
For a split second, B swears A looked as if they could cry at their offer, but they quickly pulled themselves together as they thought of how to answer.
“You know, normally, I would decline these types of things and maybe it’s the fever talking, but…that honestly would be such a big help. I’ve been having a hard time lately but I swear, I will pay you back with whatever you do. Thank you…” A rambled, making B smile a bit.
“Of course…”
Before B could even get money out, the bus had pulled over at their stop. They worriedly looked over at A, who also seemed to be a bit more alert. The two quickly realized that they were both getting off at the same stop, which made things ten times easier for B.
They stood up and offered a hand out, growing concerned when A stood and was overcome with dizziness. They helped their new friend off of the bus, and cursed as they forgot about the rain, that definitely wouldn’t help A’s cold.
It looked like B had a long night of sudden caretaking ahead of them.
And suddenly, they didn’t really mind….
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