#the stranger from the bus stop

[das-sena]

𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗̶𝙤̶𝙮̶𝙛̶𝙧̶𝙞̶𝙚̶𝙣̶𝙙̶ 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 𝙗𝙤𝙮

Eu estive jogando alguns desses jogos e fiquei com vontade fazer algo parecido com o que eu tinha feito com os personagens de slasher a um tempinho atrás.

Não sei porque coloquei o pobre Micah no meio desses bastardos, ele é o único normal ali, o único não lunático, a única opção boa...(mas eu escolho o Tate)

#alan orion #my dear hatchet man #the collector #today im harvesting you #gavril #jacob alden #john doe #lurking for love #micah yujin #error 143 #peter your boyfriend #your boyfriend #strade #boyfriend to death #tate frost #frost bite #the stranger from the bus stop #visual novel

[maleyanderecafe]

The Stranger from the Bus Stop (Visual Novel)

Created: puresouldef

Genre: Romance/Horror

I think to be honest, there's only really one "yandere" ending for this game, and that's because the yandere in question kind of gives up if you tell him to go away. Normally I wouldn't really write a recommendation on these types of games, but I do find the idea of him writing on the door pretty intriguing, and the placeholder MC's expressions are pretty funny, so I'm just gonna write about it.

The story starts out with the MC recalling an old coworker called Mari and how she committed suicide. Due to this, the MC feels guilty of not being able to do more to prevent it and promises to themselves to help someone if they ever find someone in need. After work, the MC goes to the bus stop to go home, however finds a strange man waiting at the bus stop. They have the option to talk to him or simply walk home.

Talking to the man leads to them giving him their scarf because they seem cold, before walking home when the bus doesn't arrive. As the next couple of days continue, the MC feels as if someone is watching them, and finds strange numbers being carved into their door, causing them to be stressed. They even call the cops, however, they seem unhelpful and get phone calls from a strange person. They eventually meet the strange man at the bus stop again, whom they talk about the strange occurrences, and he asks if we would want him to walk us home.

Accepting it leads to him following the MC home, where he reveals that he has been stalking them and writing the numbers on their door, pinning them down in the process.

Being a bit more shy, the MC instead finds the man carving numbers on the door. He reveals that the numbers are the dates and times that they have met. The MC, scared, tells them to leave and they promise to never come back. This makes the MC calm down, but wistfully thinking about how the numbers should have been finished on the door.

Similarly, being more bold has the MC call the cops on the man, however, they come too late. They find a ID card in their room, revealing that the man's name is Reis.

Walking home and not interacting with the man leads to a bad ending where the next day, the MC finds out that they committed suicide by running in front of the bus, leaving the MC feeling extremely guilty.

Like I said, there's only really one ending where Reis reveals himself as the yandere, and it is kind of unfortunate he sort of just peace's out when the MC tells him to leave (though, who knows, maybe he's still stalking them and the MC just doesn't notice). Still I think it's a good instance of seeing how exactly the obsession of Reis grows from a simple kind act- which to me is always fun to explore. Reis himself seems more or less harmless, considering he doesn't really do anything very forceful except stalk the MC and carving the dates on the door. Unfortunately we don't get too much else on him other that he must have been really suicidal before the MC showed him some kindness, but it still does show how such a small act really can make someone extremely obsessed over someone.

Normally I'm not the biggest fan of having a black blob of an MC, but I do appreciate the different expressions this MC has. It makes it a lot more entertaining to play and some of the expressions are really funny to look at. Still considering that you're making a game that has the MC emote this much, you'd think you would have a more interesting design for a character. I think it's also nice that the MC has a motivation for being nice to Reis instead of the MC just being standardly nice with very little characterization.

Overall, a good short game. It is a complete game as well, which is pretty rare these days. I think for what it's worth, it was pretty fun. If you are interested in it, please give it a try. The translation is a little wonky at times, but I think it adds to the charm.

#The stranger from the bus stop #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #completed #visual novel

[whynotimtired]

Thinking about how there was like half a day where mike knew it was requited....

#im not joking like what did he think about #how many things probably clicked in his head the second he knew will loved him #and the painting WAS for a crush but not ANGELA it was HIM which makes sense cause el said he was acting weird and will WAS acting weird #i bet he was like OH. HE WAS JEALOUS WHILE I WAS JEALOUS. OH #mike hasnt looked away from the painting once but hes gone over the past 3 years at least 7 times in his head kdndndnd #STOP KDBDBDBD THAT ONE MEME WITH THE TWO PEOPLE LOOKING OUT THE BUS WINDOWS #WILL MUFFLING HIS SOBS CAUSE HE JUST PUSHED THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE TOWARDS HIS GF WITH HIS OWN FEELINGS #AND MIKE IS ON THE OTHER SIDE LOOKING AT THE PAINTING WITH HEARTS FLOATING AROUND HIS HEAD THINKING ABOUT HOW WILL LOVES HIM DKSNDNND #can we start getting au's where the pizza place went different and mike was never pushed off track #im waiting patiently. #byler #will byers #stranger things #byeler #mike wheeler #mike wheeler is gay #like what if mike got really bold cause when he finally knew will liked him there was nothing to be afraid of #like whats he gonna do?? reject him??? call him queer???? theres nothing to be afraid of!! #so mike is just like ok fuck it!! and starts flirting like crazy and will is like WHATS HAPPENING

[cryptidplays]

It's Saturday!

And in today's video… I play The Stranger From The Bus Stop: A psychological horror (yandere) visual novel where you have an odd encounter at the bus stop, and the day after you begin to notice numbers have been carved into your apartment door.

#the stranger from the bus stop vn #yandere #indie visual novel #indie vtuber #youtube video #Youtube

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Would you share an umbrella with this strange, sexy man?

#oh GOD I can practically hear him walking up to you at the bus stop saying “You need a little break from the rain sweet cheeks?” #it’s cold and stormy and shit and you accept the offer but only after you take shelter you see oh no! the stranger is extremely hot! #I just get extremely smooth and devilish vibes from this pic #I would definitely share a cigarette with beardy Wesley #god he’s so fine #wes borland #limp bizkit #black light burns #nu metal

[seilon]

you know you’re fucked when Somebody That I Used To Know hits way too close to home and makes you feel something in your chest

#came on shuffle when I was walking home from the bus stop and it kinda just #made my stomach drop. in a way #like oh. okay. i get it now #it’s. way too close to home god I feel so cliche but it’s true it’s REALLY fucking close to home #you didn’t have to cut me off. make out like it never happened and that we were nothing. and I don’t even need your love. you treat me like #a stranger and that feels so rough. no you didn’t have to stoop so low. have your friends collect your records and then change your number #I’m guessing I don’t need that though. now you’re just somebody that I used to know #hahahaahahahaagagahshhshhhhhhhhhh #I SWEAR I don’t tend to linger on this shit. it’s been like a year. but boy this made me feel a lot of shit all at once out of nowhere #fuck #kibumblabs #might delete this later because it’s embarrassing #never assume I have feelings

[dailyeca]

why dont u like cars eca

what's there to like about em.

#eca orichird #daily eca #lil' eca #not the only one with shades and opinions (asks) #imagine you are a scrawny 4 year old runaway in a big city. the sidewalks are crowded; the afternoon sun beats down; and you're bustled #along with the movement of pedestrians because if you stop moving you're going to get trampled or caught. the movement of the crowd splits #slightly and in the blur you try to move where there's less foot traffic; hit your knees against a metal ledge; and clamber up the step #there's the sound of beeping and coins; but no one notices as you're pushed inward (you realize you're now inside something; a building?) #every chair is taken; there's a disorienting amount of people standing around you. it's loud and scary. your voice catches in your throat #and if you weren't nonverbal already; you sure are now. you dont know what’s happening. the thing you're in jolts and you'd almost fall ove #if you weren't packed in on all sides; there's a rumbling roar that mixes with the rush in your ears and through the sparse gaps in people #you can see the world passing by through glass; the thing you're in is /moving/ and you don't know where and you dont know how to escape an #you can’t find an exit and there's so many people and no one seems to care about you; you’re surrounded by legs much taller than you. #the metal around you rumbles and jolts and screeches and stops and starts and you’re knocked against strangers and you’re scared. #you are in there for an eternity; the people around you shift but more always take their place. at some point; the crowd thins a little #you scramble to follow a lady who seems to know where to go and you emerge onto a sidewalk in front of a library. you’ve never been here #you dont know how far you are from the orphanage. you dont know how to get back. you are very small and scared and feel like things are #never going to be the same again. the suffocation of the bus clings to you; though it may just be a panic attack. lady enters the library #and you unsteadily follow her inside; you spend the rest of the day hiding on a beanbag chair under the stairs and crying silently #at 4 years old this is the worst experience of your life and it sticks with you forever. not to worry though; there will be more.

[sar3nka]

Today was such a fever dream... I went out with my white face paint on to test how it stays on. And while walking around the city I got super sad. Out of nowhere a bunch of punks approached me and told me I look sick, why am I sad, and if I wanna join them. I spent the whole day with them under some bridge, they got drunk, I held some girls hand when she was pissing (lol). We cried and yelled and danced around. Thank god for punks and goths fr!!!

#there was a guy with an epic mohawk too!!! slay #also i never knew there were sooo many beautiful metalhead men around here... serving black metal vocalist swag #they showed me their growls and i tried to growl too but my throat felt sore for crying and yelling #in the end my pet moid picked me up from a bus stop bc for some reason my bus home was 30 mins late #and he came over we cooked some pasta. smoked a cig. took a hot bath together it smelled sooo niceys #its 2 am now... #its so weird to think i was dancing on the streets in the rain with a bunch of strangers. thank you so much beloveds. ill remember this.

[spaghett-onaplate]

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#I am actually so sick of one person right now #🌹 didn't even do anything THAT bad just lots of things that make me want to crawl out of my skin #🌹 is in one of my classes and my friendgroup but she doesn't hang out with us every day #she always hugs me and holds my hand and is super touchy and always has been but it makes me so desperately uncomfortable! #i dont like to hold people's grimy greasy dirty unwashed hands thank you #and its fucking terrifying to get a flying hug from behind with no warning #i do not want to touch people always can you please piss off! #and she doesn't do that with our cis guy friends so i know she sees me as a girl :( #and today on the bus 🌹 was sitting two seats in front of me with a stranger between us #and she got out her phone and was trying to take photos with me and the person beside me or something? #which annoys me enough on its own #but THE STRANGER WAS IN THEM TOO #poor fucking guy i should've told 🌹 to stop straight away but instead i was just desperately uncomfortable in silence! #and stranger dude was obviously annoyed and asked 🌹 to stop #and i wanted to peel my skin off like a potato right then and there jesus fucking christ #how can people be so fucking obtuse and unaware of other people! #i know i should just verbalise this but i get sweaty palms just talking to people let alone being straight with them #hhhhhhhhhhhh it's nice to have friends but these are the first I've had in a while and its difficult to navigate #but she so obviously sees me as a girl and that makes me majorly uncomfortable on top of everything else #i have to see her again tomorrow in maths #:( why #also she goes so fast in maths it makes me stressed when i am still squinting at the numbers trying to make sense of them #not her fault but just #hhhhh everything else is so avoidable if she just had an ounce of self awareness

[verysleepyfrog]

chance of seeing a sweet little kitty taking a nap in someone’s front window! chance of seeing the clouds above you passing by slowly and getting the feeling that you’re on an island drifting through an open sea! live another day

#life is beautiful etc etc #painful yes . but beautiful #across the street from my bus stop i often see a sweet kitty sitting in the window of a house (: #and the person who lives there sometimes walks past me toward their bus stop and waves to me #like . theyre a stranger but in the most intimate way because they see me every morning and we know one another #thank god for the friendliness of the strangers u see routinely . where would i be without you sweet little lady (gender neutral)

[inflagrante-delicatessen]

&&

#pst #txt #im blaming my coworker for being the reason why im musing over why theres always a sense of betrayal in super casual #interactions with Nice Christian Strangers #like theres always a fucking trap and theyre just waiting to bring up Jesus and God And Christianity #when you were just having a nice conversation or thinking 'hey there's this nice old lady that waits for us at the bus stop when its hot #and has drinks and snacks' and then at the end of the year she starts handing out bibles to everyone #and then the uber driver where we had a lovely conversation about science and stuff and as soon as we got a few turns away from my drop off #'are you religious' #like bruh! why did you have to ruin this!! #also my coworker compared global warming and climate change to the 'great heaving of birth' bc i mentioned unseasonable warmth in Feb in FL #oh also one time a lady ruined all 'let a stranger share my table' at college cuz then she tried to get me to go to A Religious Thing #bc i looked lonely or something #bruh i was engaged in my crossword puzzle and sudoku and killing time #anyways. stop that. if you dont dont start

[arthur-r]

actual footage of the smallest dance imaginable. a hundred people bought tickets which is. not a lot for an entire seven cities worth of students in a school. and then there was maybe fifty people total in the building at the most filled up time cause so many people just used the tickets as donating to charity and didn’t even want to go

#was excited to come home and laugh at the dance and then it just got a little much toward the end #but i still think it was pretty funny. also there were so many songs that literally no one there knew?? #my friends begged the dj (social studies teacher) to skip songs no one was dancing to and they wouldn’t #the entire night was really funny before i started falling apart about everything it just became a little much #kind of this whole week combined. monday i tried to take the bus to school showed up ten minutes early waited half an hour it never showed #(first time trying to take the bus from the apartment. school said there’s a stop here but apparently no) #tuesday i tried to take the bus after school and it never stopped within a mile of the apartment. got dropped off at a trailer park #that was not mine. had to have my mom pick me up. and then go to work after like regular #then wednesday was a little bit normal i think. pretty much regular. but did have trouble getting home again!! just not as exciting #anyway then thursday was probably maybe normal?? except my sister came in to school to visit her old favorite teacher. who is my teacher #in economics. and knows me trans and i had to have a conversation with my sister. so maybe not that normal #and then on friday. my older sister had my key card and i couldn’t get into the apartment building. waited outside for my little sister for #twenty minutes in the cold and then we went in the lobby and had to wait for a stranger to get close enough to ask for help. bad experience #so anyway there’s been a lot leading up to today. and it makes sense that i fell apart eventually. but no longer crying so call that a win #hope you all are well. i’ll go to sleep eventually. just a lot to get off my chest. in conclusion wasn’t this dance stupid #we hadn’t had a charity gala since pre-covid so i think just nobody knew what it would be like. i’m the only grade who’s been before #if it wasn’t for the charity gala i wouldn’t know i was trans. somebody complimented my transition there and i was like sorry i can do that? #(had cut my hair short and was wearing a suit. considered myself a stag bisexual and hadn’t heard of transmasculinity /gen) #so i had maybe high expectations. anyway i’m probably running out of tags soon just. yeah. idk. today was a lot #friends only #delete later

[grinchwrapsupreme]

i think something people with cars don’t realize is how exhausting it is to take public transit everywhere like i would go out and do multiple errands a day too except i have to adhere to the bus schedule

#was at the store today to get stuff for my new apartment and completely forgot to get batteries #but like it's 4pm and i just can't take the bus again today i just can't #its voluntarily getting into a room with a dozen or more strangers and then holding onto a pole while the room moves around #and then you still have to walk from the bus stop when you get there like #i'm tired man i'm beat

[mysynonym]

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#this busride is a sensory nightmare it smells of different foods all the time people play things loudly from their phones #we re on our 6 of 16 and we re not even sitting in the seats we reserved bc someone else was sitting in them #so now every time the bus stops (which isnt often thank god) im afraid someone will claim our seats and we have to tall to the people #sitting in ours so they will move #bc i really dont wanna sit next to a stranger if i have the option of sitting next to my roommate #*hour 6 of 16

[vanderilnde]

I don't know how much it fits but, keeping with the theme of butcher!simon's neighborhood being a bit dangerous:

where I grew up (rough neighborhood) there were often bars/pubs and even gas stations nearby that operated all afternoon/night and guys often congregated outside smoking cigarettes and what not. they never bothered the residents, but they damn well worked as guard dogs and warded off strangers.

so... idea: simon and his buddies hanging out outside the corner pub when reader is coming/going to her second job in the weekends, watching closely to make sure she makes it from the bus/train stop to the building door, especially after dark.

OR

alternatively!! simon who stays up and checks out of his window when reader is coming home after dark and doesn't let himself go to sleep until he hears her door unlocking and her making some type of sound (like closing her rickety door or whatever).

i dont think you understand….. reading this altered my brain so viscerally. guard dog simon. yeah.

-

“Still got yer balls in her purse?”

Simon lights his cigarette. The soft smoulder of it barely offsets the flickering streetlight above them, scarcely illuminates the sidewalk. It shines over his face, hanging from the threshold of his lips.

“Yup,” he hums. “Right where I want ‘em.”

Johnny cackles through the plume of smoke curling up and out of his lips. He pats Simon on the back, taking a long drag of his cig, and bumps his shoulder with Kyle’s.

“When’d’ya reckon he’ll let us meet the Bird?”

Kyle rolls his eyes. “When he finds someone to pay.”

“Put a sock in it,” Simon snarls. Taps the ash off his cig. 

Photo is a generous word for it. But it was the only thing Simon had to testify to your existence. A blurry, smudgy picture taken on his phone. Half-eclipsed by his thumb which was accidentally in the corner of his camera. A picture of you leaving the lift—a shallow angle of you walking in some leggings, returning from work. 

It was privy to Simon. A likeness to indulge in during his work days. But in a flitting moment, Johnny laid his eyes on it. Read him to filth for it.

And now, they’re here. 

Off-white sheets of rain running off the canopy they’re situated under. Each holding a cigarette to their lips, resting against the wet brick of a hole-in-the-wall pub. The warm hum from inside pooling into the empty streets of Manchester.

A thin sound arises from it. The chime of a shopkeeper’s bell, signifying the door is being opened. Into the diving rain, you step out, clutching a backpack against your shoulder, your uniform sticking to your skin.

It’s a heavy mass of muscle you almost run into. You stop yourself with a hand split against their chest, against the fleetly rise-and-fall of their jacket.

You have to hoist your neck up to see him. It takes you a while to reorient yourself, to recognise the depthless copper of his eyes. And it takes you even longer to register the underside of his face. Bare, flooded under the soft light of streetlights. 

“Simon!” You squeak. The succession of his heartbeat pumping under your palm. Two men hovering behind him, exchanging puckish smirks. “What are you doing here?”

Simon’s eyebrows purse like he’s confused. He tilts his head, looking at you like a puppy, and shrugs. “I’m here to pick you up.”

“Pick me up–” a chord of bemusement strikes you, collapsing your sentence. Your reservations catch up to you, hitting you like bricks. “Pick me up?”

Simon grunts. His eyes flicker down to your skirt, how it flurries in the wind, and pulls you beneath the awning. 

“Getting y’rself all wet under there,” he grumbles. “Brought you this.”

Simon holds up an umbrella. He waits for you to take it before splaying his big hand on the hind of your spine and turning you around, shepherding you forward.

Your voice is warped with bashfulness when you speak. “Where’re we going?”

“Home,” he says. Three pairs of footfall tread on your heels. Each one more intimidating than the other. Sticky and wet as they trail behind you.

“Just keep walking, Trouble,” Simon mumbles. “‘m here.”

It’s a shield that keeps everyone away. The invasive eyes, the creeping men that usually accompany you on your walk home after work. But today, they’re silent. 

The three men are a pack of dogs behind you. 

Simon, kissing the ground before you walk on it.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost/reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #simon writing #writing

[brawltogethernow]

is it okay if i ask what the issue with ring doorbell cameras are? i was under the impression that they were helpful for stuff like potential crimes/lawsuits, safety from police misconduct, and protection from people who are there to harass/cause harm to a home owner. what downsides could they have that outweighs the potential good they can do?

(x) Sometimes the people with the cameras...are the ones harassing people. They're a tool: They don't have a moral alignment. I'm sure people with good reasons to surveil their neighborhoods exist, but I have only personally encountered people who really really want an excuse to call the cops on one of their neighbors.

That said, I didn't say it was amoral to have a ring camera. I said it was creep behavior. It's creepy. I just dislike it. I don't like that if I take my coffee out on the front stoop without a bra on at six a.m. three different wealthy older couples I have literally never spoken to are recording it. I don't like that an increasing number of people consider it acceptable behavior to introduce themselves by saying they've noticed while reviewing their RING CAMERA(tm) that you walk your dog every morning at 10:45 but stopped recently. I don't like being flagged down by strangers who are like, "Yesterday someone stole the change out of my car cupholders, and I notice you walked past my driveway yesterday evening.... Why is that?" and having to laugh charmingly and explain my schedule to them because if I don't they're going to try to send police to my house. I did not enjoy humoring the across the street neighbor as she scrubbed through one of her multiple exterior camera feeds on her phone trying to find the culprit who moved her doormat and discovering that it captured my ENTIRE deck until she landed on a frame that finally had some suspicious figures in it and started to get excited until I pointed out that they were us at the beginning of the conversation we were still having.

It just makes me uncomfortable. I have no obligation to think kindly about people who haven't been personally been weird at me yet who ~may or may not~ be deleting most of their surveillance footage without watching it. It's my opinion that recording everybody who walks down your street is a dick move; it's not neutral behavior to degrade people's privacy in shared spaces, and the cons of doing this don't go away if the pros outweigh them.

It's like watching loud videos on your phone on the bus--you don't have to be doing something evil to make some of the people around you passionately hate your guts. If I made anybody feel uncomfortable about having a ring camera that was on purpose. Really just not a fun luxury item people get their grandparents for Christmas I'm a fan of.

#asks answered #anonymous