#yandere madness combat x reader

[krystalkitdemi]

Player’s nightmares.

Player has emerging nightmares as a result of trauma from being in a dangerous place like Nevada.  Inspired by the storyline made by @saltymongoose  I also took a few liberties with giving the boys smells. Plus fair warning: I have not written much in a while, so I may be a bit rusty.  You have been living in Nevada for a while now. Your only friends are the vessels that have sworn themselves to you. Large, violent, protective, grey skinned, Faceless grunts. Their sheer strength compared to yours was incredible and kept you safe as you helped them with your otherworldy power.  However, Seeing their fights up close and not behind the safety of a computer screen was disturbing. To see all the blood and gore firsthand left some impacts on your mind.  These impacts came to a head when you were sleeping. Nightmares. Terrors that began to eat away at your mind while you were sleeping, impacting your waking moments. It kept happening for days before the latest one. You woke with a start and felt that you were sweating. Your body was shaking, remembering the terrifying dream you just had. You knew you were safe, but you could not shake the feeling of terror. You got up and decided that perhaps you could not sleep alone this night. You would go to one of your vessels for help. But you also knew that you would have to make it fair afterwards. You hoped that they did not mind. Little did you know that this would make them absolutely thrilled at the prospect of spending time with you.  Quietly through the darkness of the base you snuck, trying not to make noise as you went to the room of your chosen vessel. You came upon his door and your small hand reached the handle. You turned it softly to not disturb anyone and entered the room. 

Sanford

You looked at Sanford’s sleeping form, He was dead asleep. He did not react when you closed the door. You crept closer to his makeshift bed, crafted from a couch he found and modified it to be big enough to sleep on. His head was propped up by a pillow on the armrest, one of his muscular arms covered his facial cross. His large and beefy frame moved with his breaths and light snores. You carefully climbed up onto the makeshift bed and next to the muscular grunt. It was easy to find a comfortable place next to him and wrap his free arm over you. His skin was cool on the areas exposed to the cool air. It soon warmed up when in contact with your own.  There was something comforting with his strong heartbeats in your ears. You placed your head on his arm and inhaled a little. The smell of gunpowder and sweat was on him. However, there was another scent right under it. A rich and slightly earthy musk scent. This scent you remembered from first meeting Sanford in person. It was a comforting scent that let you know that he was there. You were safe here. The combination of Sanford’s breathing, the scent, and his heartbeat that allowed you to finally calm enough to sleep. 

Sanford does not even find out until the next morning when he wakes up rested and finds his the player nestled between his muscular arm and torso, with your head resting on his bicep. Your cozy and blooming warmth just as comforting as the first time he held you. He did not know why you were there, perhaps stumbled into his room after needing to use the bathroom late last night and got lost? Not that he was complaining. He just let you sleep a little more, entranced by how cute and serene you looked while asleep.  He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not dreaming, but no, you were there, laying right beside him. Sanford carefully brushed a calloused finger over your hair. He was careful to not let his sharp, hooked claws cut your much thinner skin. Sanford ran his calloused paw over your cheek, softly as to not wake you. He saw the dark circles that was under your eyes. 

You finally woke up and saw him looking down at you with his paw on your cheek. His paw was warm on your face as you reached to touch it and give him a warm smile. (One that melted his heart as usual.) “Player, why are you in my room?,” Sanford asked, “Did you get lost last night?” “No, not at all... I... Had a nightmare and felt scared...,” You replied, “So I came to find you... Since you make me feel safe.” You did not know how happy that made Sanford. Him? He made you feel safe? He knew you were not as physically strong as him, but you had your godlike abilities to keep you safe. But he was able to make you feel safe when you were scared, despite how powerful you were? Oh he’s over the moon with how happy it makes him feel. Sanford does not hesitate to tell you that you are welcome to stay with him if you ever felt scared or unsafe again, He and Deimos are always willing to help you. Because they love you too much to let you feel unsafe.

Deimos

The grunt’s raspy snores filled the room as you closed the door, careful to not wake him. You saw how hard he was fighting today and knew he needed his sleep. Your footsteps were soft and muffled by the carpeting he set down around his makeshift bed that took a few matresses to make. His jacket was thrown over the chair of his workbench that set next to his cobbled together bed. Deimos’s boots were next to his bed.  His head was resting on a pillow that was covered with one of your shirts that had gone missing. So he was still doing that little habit. It was mostly innocent.  He was clinging onto his pillow for dear life, It was kind of cute.You looked at his sleeping face that seemed to have an odd grin to it. He looked to be having a particulary good dream. 

You crept into his bed and pressed your back against his torso, trying to not disturb him too much. He was roused from his sleep from his contact and loosened his grip on the pillow before sniffing the air. “Mmm..? Pla..yer....?,” Deimos mumbled in his raspy voice before feeling around and grabbing you before pulling you closer, “There.. you are...” You feel him nuzzle his face into your neck and inhale before starting to purr. Your body was being held tightly against his as you began to listen to his purring. He quickly returned to sleep, almost as if he was not even awake. His raspy purrs turned into just as raspy snores. He held you tight to his body. Deimos’s smell wafted into your nose. He was tarnished mostly by the scent of his vice, but his own scent was just peeking out from underneath. One you had noticed once before during a tight hug that he gave you after a battle. One that was a little spicy smelling but mellow and earthy, his own natural scent. You fell back into sleep after feeling you are safe. You trusted Deimos.

Deimos was confused but thrilled when he found you nestled in his arms when he woke. It was like a dream come true for the chainsmoking grunt. While you were still sleeping, he kept nuzzling your head and cheek, inhaling your scent and loving the warmth you had. How he wished that you would continue this, before wondering why you were in his room in the first place. He could ask you when you wake. He did not need to wait long.  “Mornin’ Player.,” Deimos purred to you while nuzzling your cheek with his oddly soft skin.  “Morning, Deimos.,” You yawned and got up, “I’m sorry if I bothered you.” Deimos had a lazy smile on his face as he looked at you, His purring was getting louder.  “Didn’t bother me at all~,” He replied smoothly in a tone of voice he knew you liked, “So why did you come in my room?” Through a bit of explination, you told him about your recent nightmares and was beginning to feel unsafe. Deimos listened carefully while tilting his head a bit to the side, his messy hair flopping over a bit. He had a grin on as he told you that he wouldn’t mind if you came to him if you had any more nightmares. (Like hell he would allow you to feel unsafe when he and Sanford were there.)

2bdamned

Doc was still awake and working. He heard you close the door and turned back to look at you walking towards him.  “Player? What are you doing up at this time?,” He asked with concern.  You were quiet to answer, “I just had a nightmare and could not shake the feeling of being in danger.” Doc found it amusing that something like a nightmare would shake you up this badly, but seeing the circles under your eyes, he believed you. You were being impacted by this.  “Is it okay to stay with you?,” You asked the masked grunt.  Doc seemed to visually light up at the idea. It was kind of cute. He allowed you to get closer. You lifted his arm up to wrap around you, like how you usually did when you felt like giving him a cuddle. But this time you climbed into his lap. He was not against this, but it was a little unusual. However, feeling your smaller body pressed up onto his, your arms and legs wrapped around his body for stability felt good. The mere contact with your body was enough to make the wonderful warmth and comfort you provided wash over Doc. You were cozy and comforting, yet otherworldly and powerful. And yet, you wanted to be comforted as well. You came to him for that comfort. He was not going to turn you away. How painful it would be to drive you to someone else for the comfort you needed. 

You felt a lot better from being by Doc, by being held by Doc. It was a little embarrassing that you felt like a child running to a parent after getting spooked by that nightmare, But this was the only thing your tired brain could think of. You rested your head against Doc’s shoulder and closed your eyes. His light purring gave some more comfort to you. Doc laid one paw on your back and rubbed it as you nuzzled his shoulder a bit. He smelled like strong disinfectant that stripped all of his natural scent away from him. You could feel him take off his mask and bandages to feel your skin better against his. Between his shared warmth, purring and the light rubbing of your back made you fall back into restful sleep. He could feel you go limp as you fell into a deep sleep.

Doc finished the work he had been doing and brought you back to his own makeshift bed, made of mattresses and furniture pieces he found. He carefully  got onto the bedding while holding you. He found his own tired mind being lulled into the black depths of sleep as he was encompassed by the cozy warmth you radiated. It was not long before he too fell to much needed sleep.  You both slept into the morning, not waking until Hank barged into the room after finding yours empty and seeing you with Doc. You had to explain to Hank and now he wants to cuddle too. 

Hank J. Wimbleton

Hank was awake as soon as you closed the door and walked to him as he lay on his makeshift bedding, made from matresses Haphazardly stitched together. He was mulling over why you were in his room as he watched you set down on his bed. The dark circles under your eyes told him that something was not right. He had seen that you looked a little more sleepy and nervous during missions. “I’m sorry for bothering you, Hank.,” You apologized, “I had a nightmare and felt unsafe... So I came to you... to feel safe.” Hank’s facial cross was scrunched up as he tiredly thought about what you said before softening and exploding in a cacophony of purrs. Hank pulled you close and nuzzled your head softly with his uncovered metal jaw and exposed teeth pressed against your temple. He traced his large paws over your skin before pulling you onto his lap to enclose you with his massive body. You felt his cold metal jaw and teeth rubbing your shoulder as he took in your delightful smell. Your own nose was filled with Hank’s own rather pungent smell. The metallic and biting iron smell of blood and the bitter burning of gunpowder mixing with sweat and strong musk. His natural smell was very strong and intoxicating, but you assumed it was because he was a gen 1.  Your shoulder became wet from Hank rubbing his mouth and face on it, coating you with sticky saliva. His purring was loudly overtaking any other thought you had. He was acting like a big cat. Your much smaller arms held onto Hank as he kept purring. This was a rare time to find him without his usual gear or his trademark coat. He was pretty much bare of his clothes save for an undershirt and a beaten up pair of pants. You took this time to run your small hands over his scarred skin, it felt calloused and you could feel the rippling muscles underneath it. He stopped rubbing his face into your Shoulder to move up to bump his head into yours, pressing his cold metal jaw and torn remains of lips that barely covered his teeth into your cheek. You returned the favor by kissing his cheek right below his facial cross.  Hank was happy that you came to him after feeling unsafe, He knew he would be able to protect you the best. You also knew that since you did come to HIM instead of that annoying torturer and pyrokinetic duo or the medic. Now that you were alone with him, he could indulge in your scent and this more intimate contact before returning to sleep. Especially since you’d be right with him while you slept. A soft thud sounded in the room as Hank leaned back to fall on the matress with you still pressed onto him, You fell on top of him. Your chest pressed against his as he vibrated from his continued purring, you propped yourself up with your arms to look up at him. One of his hands reached up and touched your face, running his rough thumbpad against your cheek and lip as he stared at you contentedly. Your eyes were still bright and colorful, even in the darkness surrounding the both of you. Eyes that looked tired and would soon need to close. He reached behind your head to pull you back down and onto him.  “Sleep. You are safe here.,” You heard him say in a voice as soft as he could muster. You could not fight sleep anymore. Not with your exhaustion from not being able to sleep well for a while, Hank’s purring and his rich scent clouding your mind. The mercinary did not escape sleep’s ever reaching grasp either as he too was pulled in and held his beloved player through the ‘night’. There were no problems for either one of you as you slept, except for the next morning when Deimos started looking for you and found you in Hank’s room. Hank threw a knife at him that Deimos was able to avoid, but the blade was lodged in the wall for the next hour until Hank pulled it out. 

#yandere madness combat #yandere madness combat x reader #saltymongoose #Deimos #hank j. wimbleton #sanford #2bdamned #self aware m:pn au

[bubbleteacat]

Welp, took a while eh? ^^ I swear I lost motivation at some point but after people commented/messaged me, asking for part 2, I somehow got the motivation back to write this. ALSO I just noticed that no one said a word in the last drabble... let's say the last one was just... character introduction... yeah. NOW HAVE FUN WITH PART 2

Trigger warnings: Stalkerish behavior, violence mention, yandere behavior

[ See here Part 1 ]

You slept in the next day, mostly because you could use the sleep, and didn't intended to stream that early. If the power was back on that is. You still had to get grocceries before though. So, after rolling around in bed for a few more minutes, you finally got up and immediately went to check if the energy was back. And as you had hoped, everything worked perfectly again! Seems like you will have no problems to get live later! While you poured yourself a bowl of cereals, and shoved some inside your mouth, you looked through the news to see if there was any information about the blackout from last night. To your surprise there wasn't really any information. Just some news that the cause of the blackout was not clear, so they just said it probably was a simple technical error. How annoying. A simple technical error was the reason you couldn't stream. Wonderful.

After finishing breakfast, you got dressed, and went outside to the groccery store. It wasn't to far away, so you saw no reason to take the bus. You also had no car, but why should you get one anyway? You could walk to your job, and to the groccery store, and if you needed to go further there were always busses or the subway you could take. Besides that, driving sure was exhausting in the city. You silently walked in the direction of the store, not really paying much attention to anything as you were thinking about what you could talk about with the stream later. But you were suddenly ripped from your thoughts as a somewhat... eerie feeling creeped up your back, and made you suddenly stop in your tracks. It's the same feeling from last night when you went home. Like someone was watching you. It honestly wasn't the first time you had noticed such a thing. People had watched you before, but mostly because they had recognized you from your streams. You guessed it was just the same now. Even if this feeling was more... intense than the times before. You looked around, trying to find the source of said feeling but... there was no one staring at you. None of the people you saw on the street were looking at you. And as soon as you had looked around, the eerie feeling had disappeared again. Perhaps you had just imagined it. So you shook your head a bit, and continued on your way to the store. Perhaps you were still tired... You should make some coffee before the stream.

Your trip to the store didn't took to long, and soon you were back on your way home. You have around an hour left until you decided to start the stream, so you had to hurry a bit if you still wanted to eat something before you start. On your walk back to your apartment something caught your eye though. A small group of people, around your age or slightly younger, stood around someone on the other side of the street. You could hear how energetic they spoke. Was there someone famous around or what? It certainly seemed like it by how excited those people were. You craned your neck, as you passed by them on the other side of the street, to see who they were talking to... and you immediately stopped in your tracks. Oh. My. God. That was a Hank cosplayer! From Madness Combat!

"Holy shit! They look amazing! Uh, I wish I could take a pic."

You mumbled to yourself as you eyed the man in the middle of the group, who looked a bit confused from one person to the other. Maybe they hadn't expected that so many people would recognize the character? But the cosplay was amazing! The googles, the coat, the sword on their back, and just everything was just like how they had made Hank look like in the trailer! That's one really determined cosplayer, in your opinion. But you sadly didn't had time to cross the street, and try to take a picture with them. It would take to long, especially with all the other people around who probably had the same idea like you. A shame, really. But perhaps you see them again at the next game convention! So you hurried along, but not without looking one last time at them... just to notice the 'cosplayer' was staring at you. It was kind of strange, but you didn't thought to much about it. Perhaps they knew you from your streams. So you simply smiled at them, before continuing on your way home.

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You smiled at him. Hank immediately recognized you. The Player. His Player. Of course he would recognize you. He had stared for hours at the pictures of you that they had taken from the Auditor's office. And you simply smiling at him had the grunt rendered speechless. He could not move, not shout out to you. Everything around him disappeared, and the voices of the other people around him seemed suddenly so far away. You must have recognized him as well, otherwise you would have never granted him a smile like this, right? Maybe- Wait. Where did you go? The mercenary suddenly snapped from his dreamy state, and frantically looked around just to find no trace of you. Where had you gone? Why haven't you come to him? Roughly, he pushed some people, of the circle that had formed around him, out of the way, not caring for their complains, before making his way to the other side of the street where you had been standing a moment earlier. You couldn't have gone far. If he hurried up, he surely can reach you! And while he did choose the right direction in which you had walked off, you had already had disappeared into your apartment building... by which Hank rushed by, and down the street in a frantic attempt to find you again. But he couldn't find a trace of his player anymore... So he just decided to go back to Doc and the others to tell them about his encounter. Perhaps Doc has an idea how to find you again. So the mercenary returned to their new hideout in this world. The moment they had entered the world all of them had noticed that it was so different from Nevada. The colors, the residents. There were also beings in the sky, and also basically everywhere that they had never seen again. So, given that they were also very different from everyone, and everything here, they had decided to set up a base that is a bit more hidden. And they had immediately found something that should do the job. An old run down building. It had been boarded up, and it seemed like that no one had entered it since years. While it hadn't been perfect, it was fine for the time they stayed here. While they looked for you. The Auditor, and the other Employers, had entered this world as well. So they had to hurry finding you before they did.

Hank entered the building through the cellar door, that they had entered the place the first time, and went immediately to Doc's new office. Well, 'office' was perhaps a bit exaggerated. It was just a room with a few computers, some medical equipment (all that they had totally not stolen), and a few very old beds. Earlier when Hank had been here, everything had been still full of dust. Seems like they had tidied the place up pretty quickly. Surely with most of the help from Sanford. And the moment the mercenary had entered the room, Doc immediately started to lecture him. Ugh.

" Hank! Where the hell were you? I told you not to go out until we gathered more information! You- "

" I saw the player... "

That immediately made the other shut up, and just stare at Hank for a moment, before he found his voice again.

" WHAT??? Where?!? And why aren't they with you? "

He asks, fearing for the worst already. What if the Auditor had found you before they did? What if they-

" They saw me, smiled, and left... "

Wait, what? 2BDamned just stares at Hank for a long moment through the googles his mask. Confused but also relieved that nothing that he had imagined had happened. Apparently. Still, how could Hank have lost them so quickly? He was fast! Had he been sleeping or what? The 'doctor' let out a tired sigh, not even in the mood what kind of excuses Hank would make if he questioned him. At least they know now that the player was near. He was about to ask where the mercenary had seen you as Deimos and Sanford rushed into the room, with Deimos holding a laptop that he had snatched for himself.

" DOC!!! You need to see this! "

Deimos spoke, and shoved the laptop onto 2BD's desk, knocking over some things, but didn't seemed to care about that all to much. And as Doc came over to scold him, and be more careful... he stops in his tracks as he sees what was on the devices screen. A website was open. A streaming website. And there you were. Idly chatting with your chat, smiling, and apparently you were alright. Doc was taken aback given that it was the first time for him to see you move around, and not just in a picture. The others were also entranced, and did not say a word as they just stared at the screen, and listened to your voice. But Doc was the first one to rip his attention from the screen.

" Hank saw them earlier as well. "

" WHAT " " WHAT "

Deimos, and Sanford called out simultaneous, and looked at Hank who just huffed, and kept looking at you on the screen.

" Yes. He lost them, but at least we know now where they could be. The Player can't be to far from that place where he saw them. Deimos. Can you somehow hack into that system, and track where they are? "

The Hacker gave a sharp toothed smirk at that, and immediately sat down on the laptop to start to track your IP, and your exact location. Wouldn't be the first time he had done such a thing. But usually they killed the person he tracked.

" Sure, Doc. On it already! "

While Deimos worked on the laptop, they let the stream run on one of 2BD's screens. Though instead of doing anything productive, the others kept watching the stream, and you. Until the Hacker announced that he had successfully tracked your location. But instead planning about how to approach you, they kept watching your stream... until you went offline, and to bed. Just then they actually started to plan how to approach you... on the next day already. They really wanted to hurry up, and get to you first. If it was because they feared that the Employers got their hands on you first, or if it was just their own desire to finally meet you is debatable though.

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You surely had a blast at the stream yesterday. Sure, you did apologize to your chat that you hadn't been online the previous day, but they were quick to reassure you that it hadn't been your fault. You had also a few very generous new followers. Funny though that one of them had a name that is obviously from Madness Combat. They did donate a very high amount which had made you almost cry. You surely are getting that cool new headset, that you got your eyes on for some time, with that money! You got a bit earlier up that usual this morning. You had to work this night again, and wanted to stream again later before you had to head out. As you walked into your kitchen, to make you once more a bowl of cereals... you noticed that you finshed the box yesterday, and forgot to buy new ones when you went to the supermarket. Great. You really wanted some cereals right now... Maybe a short trip to the store again won't hurt? So with an empty stomach, you got ready for your short trip, before leaving your apartment. Not knowing that your vessels had also already went out to finally meet you. They were approaching your place from the direction in which you walked to actually. From where you had seen Hank for the first time. You didn't noticed the group that slowly approached you, and suddenly halted in the tracks when they laid their eyes on you, because you were more paying attention to your phone. Until you were standing almost in front of them. Just then you also stopped, as you felt eyes on you, and looked up from your device... just to stare at them as well. None of you said anything. Them because they clearly had no idea what to say, and you because you were amazed to see such accurate cosplayers of your favorite madness combat characters. After a few seconds passed, you opened your mouth to say something... but suddenly flinch heavily when a black car stopped right next to you and the group with screeching tires.

Confused you looked at the car as the doors opened... and two men in suits got out... But something immediately seemed off about them... They had sunglass but.

Where are their nose? Or ears? Their skin was also weirdly gray? They really did remind you of these agents in-

And then they pull out some guns. You gasp in shock. And suddenly they open fire on the group, and you.

#yandere madness combat x reader #yandere madness combat #my writing #tw yandere #madness combat x reader #again I did not prove read so have fun :) #also as always reblogs and critism are very appreciated <3 #except me taking years for this

[madness-in-the-flesh]

Idk why but the idea of hank being obsessed with like poking or pinching the readers cheeks is just adorable to me and I think it would be a cute doodle, lol, love your work

Reader has critical rubber face and Hank likes that +) but reader is constantly like " My guy, what you doing??? "Also thanks, I appreciate your kind words!!!!! <3 <3

#yandere madness combat #madness combat #yandere madness combat x reader #madness combat x reader #hank j. wimbleton #art tag #cw yandere

[yandere-is-my-life]

Yandere MAG! agent torture x grunt reader

+ headcanon

Warning

Yandere behavior, gore, murder,Possesive

Story

You were just a grunt, and a civilian.

And tired of this situation.

Violences, riots, slaughters.

They ruled around Nevada.

One day, you made a plan to escape.

You sneaked into the truck and attempted to leave.

But unfortunately, there were people had the same idea.

They were also trying to cross the border and were fought with the guards.

You were involved in a riot and arrested as traitors.

That was a building owned by A.A.H.W.

You and others taken there, contained or interrogated.

As a result of investigation, they found you were harmless and not a criminal.

But they forced you to work due to lack of manpower.

At that time, you met him.

He was called Torture.

He's bigger than you, and claws can easily cut fresh.

Your job was to dispose of the corpses used in the experiments, and to see the state of his body.

You've seen corpses many times before, but his victim's condition were horrible.

It was common to see arms torn off and entrails sticking out.

Also, some of them were arrested during the riots.

At that time, you learned "Wrong action means Death".

So when you touch him, gently so as not to irritate.

He was silent, and obedient.

In addition, his glasses hid his expression.

You didn't know he was staring you eagarly.

…

After a while, you got a sick.

Hard work must have been exhausting for you.

Also, high fever and sever headache made you couldn't move from your bed.

That's why you were resting in your hospital room.

But a few days later, your colleague rushed into there.

He was shivering and their face was pale.

According to them, Torture is having a tantrum.

In addition, they need you to come because he couldn't calm down no matter what they did.

You pushed yourself out of bed and headed for the place.

When you got there, Torture had a lot of wounds and dead bodies lying around.

You thought you will suffer the same fate.

When you entered the room, he stopped moving and turned around.

And staring.

In his hand, there was a torn torso.

Then he threw it away and came to you.

"He's gonna kill me!", you gulped.

But the result was quite different against your thought.

He lifted you up in his big hands and touched your face.

His hand trembled for a moment.

But he gently stroked your forehead.

It was cold, just right for fevered body.

The illness must have used up a lot of your strength.

Your body had lost strength and you have fainted.

…

When you woke up you were tucked in bed.

You thought you were in a hospital room, but weren't.

Then you heard a noise behind.

Turning around, there torture was, being treated.

He seemed happy to see you up.※It's so much more than others can understand.

Then the phone rang.

Looks like someone put it on the table for communication.

Picking up the phone, it was your boss.

We tried to get you out of the room afterwards, but torture refused.

So we moved you with him to another room.

MAG has had a few tantrums before, but that was the first time he reacted that way.

You would make good use of MAG agent: torture.

Therefore, I'll assign you to be his personal caretaker.

He also needs to stay with you because he gets violent when we separate him from you.

It went roughly like this.

Thus you and MAG became partners.

Headcanon

In this story, torture had never met anyone other than those who would do him harm.

People he knew either made him fight , ran, or just took data.

And caretakers so far have been rough.

But you were different. That's what turned him on.

Unlike others, you were so soft and precious.

At first he loved you platonically.

But suddenly you disappeared and he was confused.

Nevada is full of dangerous people.

People here must have hurt you.

Torture was relieved to see you, only to learn that you got sick.

But fortunately, he can spend more time with you than before.

He is happy to spend more time with you.

But since your illness he has become more possesive.

So he'll be very anxious if he is not with you.

Also, Torture basically obeys your orders, but he can't tolerate you being with someone else.

Especially if you have been harassed or hurt by others, he kills them in the most painful way.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere madness combat #yandere madness combat x reader #mag agent torture

[yanderes-galore]

Request for you to expand on that cat-hybrid post with Hank, perhaps? 👀 I'm curious to what you'd write for that

Hanks just a cat anyways, ngl. Also, I love cats- They are my favorite animal. So pardon me while I gush about this now- ALSO I am willing to write more for this little AU that exists now, lol.

Yandere! Cat-Hybrid! Hank J. Wimbleton Concept

(Hybrid AU)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Slight manipulation, Violence, Kidnapping, Forced relationship.

- Hank already is rather cat-like in Madness, or at least portrayed as such in media.

- But what if this killing machine was a cat-hybrid?

- Sporting a pair of ears, tail, claws and fangs....

- The already well-trained killing machine just got even deadlier.

- How you would've met this hybrid is not much different from how you'd encounter normal Hank.

- He's a stray, wandering the ruined streets of Nevada and slaughtering anyone who oversteps their boundaries.

- He's agile, fast, and deadly.

- He also likes to stalk.

- He's a big kitty as Hank is normally tall, too.

- Once he sets his eyes/goggles on you, Hank feels the urge to follow you.

- Usually he'd just watch you from a distance until he felt comfortable/obsessed enough to stand in front of you.

- Although... feeding him?

- You just made this cat even more obsessed over you.

- Not just feeding him, either.

- Show any sort of care towards him and the cat's all over you.

- You can either be scared or comforted by the fact this cat-hybrid follows you around.

- It's scary because you just see this figure dawned in black clothing, red goggles staring at you while he's perched on some spot.

- Those ears picking up on every sound you make... tail swaying while he just watches.

- It's also a little comforting because you feel Hank's got your back, the efficient cat-hybrid not letting any threat come close to you.

- Cat-hybrid! Hank (Or Cat! Hank for short) is also a bit more affectionate than normal Hank.

- When the cat's obsessed enough, he trots on over to you to sit in front of you.

- You aren't sure what to do until Hank prods at your hand.

- Now you're stuck rubbing his ears and face while the hybrid purrs, loudly.

- He doesn't speak, just makes small noises and purrs.

- Although when he's comfortable he will make an attempt to sprawl over you.

- Doesn't really matter where, as long as he knows it's safe, Hank will curl up on top of you and just start purring.

- Hank is also possessive, not letting any of his fellow strays near you along with any threat.

- That goes for Sanford, Deimos, Doc, and especially not Jebus, Sheriff, or Tricky.

- You are his and he claims you as such, rubbing himself into you to make you smell like him.

- Hank, even as a hybrid, doesn't care about staining himself with blood.

- If you stumble upon him reducing Bandits or anyone else to shreds, he won't care if he stains you in it.

- In fact, he'll just pounce on you and nuzzle into you like always.

- Hank would probably be a hybrid that bites, too.

- If it wasn't for the face mask around his mouth he'd probably nibble on you when comfortable or moody.

- Also, because cat, he 100% reacts to boxes, laser pointers, etc.

- He doesn't mind if you use those to play with him.

- He enjoys taking a break and relaxing with you.

- If he could, he'd find a big box, then scoop you into his arms and sit in it.

- Purring all the while.

- The cat would probably melt if you rubbed his face or ears.

- His purring is loud, but probably not as loud as Sanford's would be.

- He also has sharp claws.

- If he's upset he will dig those into something.

- Even if it's your skin, unfortunately....

- Hank would also make a big deal if anyone came near you.

- One of his fellow hybrid friends? He hisses when they get attention and he doesn't.

- Bandits, Zeds, or anything he hates? Gone. He's feral about it. He wants them dead.

- In a way, it's nice to have the hybrid be on your side.

- But the cat's not against kidnapping or murder.

- Hank would drag you away to some abandoned building to live in at some point.

- Then it can just be you and him.

- You'll be happy to have such an efficient protector, right?

#yandere madness combat hank #yandere madness combat x reader #yandere madness combat #yandere hank j wimbleton #yandere hybrid #yandere madness hybrid au

[creatorthegod]

Hank’s Dream

Not smut but alludes to it

Hank walked threw the door of a somehow non destroyed house, the smell of baked sweets filled the air. He walked into the kitchen taking of bits and pieces of his clothing on his way. When he entered the kitchen he saw a woman with a pink apron on that said ‘kiss the cook’ her green skin covered with scars wearing nothing except the apron and a pair of pantys. The lady looked up spotting him in the process “Oh Hank~“ she said coming over to hang on his shoulder “I didn’t know you where coming home early” she rubbed her cheek against him. She hopped off him and hopped up onto the kitchen island crossing her legs, he walked closer until he was in front of her. She opened her legs and closed them around him, hips together she put her arms around his head and slowly pulled off his bandanna. When it was down and showed his metal jaw she dragged a finger down his face, a ring on his middle finger. She leaned up for a kiss and he leaned down there lips almost touching.

“Damit Hank wake up”

#yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #madness combat #madness project nexus #yandere madcom #madcom #yandere madness combat x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader

[kingfranpetty]

It's not a request just a thought, it came up when I read Sanford yandere.

If I were in that situation: I wouldn't fall into her hot and sensual body.

Sanford behind me: Honey, I know you're not asleep.

Me: ..oh. you can come here and put me to sleep dad.

Reader: Come and make me, Daddy~♡

Sanford:*throws you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and leaves the room with you*

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[saltymongoose]

ohh my goodness. i've been waiting to send these until requests were open bc i wanted to hear ur thoughts.

might be a little silly, but consider: matching outfits. player gathers clothing materials!! and coordinates outfits one day on missions!!!! even makes props!!! hijinks ensue. idk if this had already been disscussed before, but thank you for your time and consideration, ily. you are so cool <<3333!!!!!!! everything you make is so scrumptious!!!!! <33

Omg, thank you, this is so nice of you!!! :D ❤❤❤❤ I love this art so much, you have no idea - the way you portray the boys here fits so well (as always lol). And the memes too omg!! I can't even put it into words to be honest with you, these are just excellent. I do feel slightly bad for that random grunt though, something tells me they'll be sleeping with one eye open after seeing that lmao.

(Also, thank you so much for the compliments too of course, you're far too kind. (˶⸃ ⴰ⸃˶)♡ I could say the same to you btw; your art is always just *chef's kiss* perfection.)

Anyhow, I've actually thought a bit about this scenario before, but this just inspired me, so I wrote some short hcs for you. Hope you like them! <3:

The Player Matches Outfits with Them ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)

- [2BDAMNED] -

2BDamned knew that you had been working on a little project - one that you tried to keep as secret as possible. He was curious, but not enough to encroach on whatever boundary you set regarding it. All he knew from your rather lackadaisical explanation was that he'd be very surprised when he saw. And, well, he was.

The first conscious thought in 2BDamned's head is the question of how you've managed to make a mask that looks so similar to his without borrowing the original. It's really spot on; the seams are in the exact same place, and even if yours has to have been configured differently to fit your more human facial features, the silhouette is exactly the same.

(In the end, he concludes that you simply must've studied his appearance for a while to truly replicate his mask, which makes him feel almost giddy in a way he might've deemed embarrassing before meeting you. But now he's just overcome with happiness that you were obviously interested enough in him to do this.)

He openly praises your skill in sewing, knowing that grunt clothing is ordinarily much too large for you. And you'd notice how the fondness he holds for you seeps into the words, his gaze lingering on you in a way that left you feeling warm.

If you could see underneath his own mask, you'd be able to see the smile he was unable to bite back as well, and the flush that he'd try to will away otherwise. And while he is incredibly impressed (and happy) at what you've managed to put together, he will mention that you could also borrow his actual things once in a while, if you feel so inclined. He just happens to think one of his own jackets might suit you too.

(Of course, he doesn't miss the chance to lean real close to adjust your mask as he says this either, just to fluster you even more. You really have no idea how cute you are, especially looking like this.)

- [DEIMOS] -

A full minute of unintelligible sputtering leaves Deimos' lips the moment he sees your new outfit, and you laugh at the way his face goes bright red. When you said you had a surprise, this was one of the last things he expected.

Luckily for him, he's able to quickly gather his composure, and his excited ramblings turn into smooth flirts that'll leave you blushing instead of him. Expect all sorts of comments about how cute you looked dressed up like him, and praises about how you look even better in his fit than he does.

He insists on taking a ton of pictures together, and you can bet he keeps his favorite in his wallet. (It's one of your faces smushed together as you both grin at the camera, making a heart with your hands.)

He considers this a total power-couple thing; matching shirts are so low-effort compared to this, if anything it shows you perfect you are together. Although there is one thing he'd help you change from your original DIY version of his outfit - those sheet-metal dog tags you made can't compare to the real thing in his opinion, so why don't you just use one of his instead?

Also, don't think he won't take advantage of the fact that you both are the only ones with headsets. Even if yours isn't functioning (because let's be honest, finding one in working condition would be difficult), he'll fix it up quickly just so he can talk more directly to you during missions. And whenever else he wants to, to the irritation of the other three.

- [SANFORD] -

Sanford would consider his outfit to be fairly standard, but he recognized that you were emulating him the moment you slid the sunglasses on. And he couldn't stop the goofy smile from splitting his face when he realized it either, not even attempting to hide his amusement at what you've done.

(He only gets visibly happier when you 'threateningly' brandish your wire hook in his direction. You really put a lot of thought into this, didn't you?)

While Sanford has the amount of restraint in him to not openly brag about you doing this, he can't deny the rush of satisfaction he gets from seeing you in what is an unmistakable homage to him. If you look closely, you'll see him straighten up in pride whenever you come into view. (It's almost like preening, really. If he weren't so flushed, perhaps you'd think it to be more of an ego thing, but no.)

Although, he does show a little bit more concern about some aspects of your outfit. Like your boots, for example; he can't count the number of times he's gotten blisters while breaking in his own, so you should expect him to ask you if you need any plasters (or help bandaging yourself as well).

(If you decide to accept his offer, you'll find yourself questioning whether he ever officially trained as a medic before. He surely has the gentleness befitting of one, shown in how he carefully cleans your wounds and softly applies the ointment, his calloused fingers gently smoothing over the plasters on your Achilles heels afterward. Although you have the slightest suspicion that this tenderness from him is known only to you.)

Sanford will also make it part of his routine to pluck your glasses from your nose and clean them after he does his own. Afterward, he'll slowly lean in when he places them back on you to make sure he doesn't poke you in the eye. Neither of you mention that you could do it yourself, or that his decision to slide them back onto the bridge of your nose himself was highly unnecessary. Maybe he just does it to get a better look at the way you blink up at him and blush, or perhaps it's for some other reason, who's to say? Either way, you have no complaints.

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Your laughs are muffled under Hank's hands as he cups your face, tilting it up to look closely at you. His excitement at your new look is almost palpable; you can easily tell from how he's shaking and hurriedly looking over, his gaze never stopping on one spot for longer than a second. He just wants to take in everything about your new look, is all.

He'll almost insist on doing a mission with you wearing it, not only because the idea sounds fun to him (with his love of carnage and all), but also because it provides an excellent opportunity to rub in everyone else's faces that you chose to copy his outfit. Not theirs.

In a way, he also becomes just a tad more doting than usual. He busies himself with dusting you off, and adjusting your goggles and the lapels of your coat whenever another skirmish is finished. It's his way of checking you over and making sure your hard work wasn't damaged either.

(Plus, he'd hate it if this instance of you copying him was cut short because of some worthless grunts' attempts at harming you.)

You'll catch him sticking closer to you than usual too, and he does so for multiple reasons. First is that he just prefers to be near you whenever he can anyway (the warmth of your presence is one of his favorite things, and it gives ample opportunity to show off around you), but now there's also the fact that your outfit will freak out your enemies. As you can imagine, he enjoys that immensely, and what better way to improve this experience than to have his Player join him?

In a way, Hank also sees this as a sort of 'claim' you've put on yourself too. Wearing your significant other's clothing is kind of a thing with some grunts, and while he knows they aren't really his clothes, there's still some of that same sentiment there that makes him purr just a bit louder whenever he sees you in that new outfit of yours. It tells the world you're his in some way, even if not officially. So why wouldn't he be happy about that?

#tw: yandere #ily2 my guy <3 #other's art #meow-mp3 #fav <3 #my writing #(in addition to the art) #samau #self aware m:pn au #yandere hank j. wimbleton #yandere 2bdamned #yandere deimos #yandere sanford #madness combat x reader #yandere madcom #yandere madness combat #hank j. wimbleton x reader #2bdamned x reader #deimos x reader #sanford x reader

[imjustheremam]

Halloooooooooo!!!

Here's my request!

How would the yandere madcom main four treat a reader who's pretty shy and unaware of their obsession?

Oh wow i never thought I get a request but LETS DO THIS!!

MAIN 4 WITH SHY READER WHO IS UNAWARE OF THEIR OBSESSION

Warnings READ REAAAAAD!!!:this is Gender Neutral, there will be Swearing, Obsession, Possession Manipulation, Threats, Punishment, Kidnapping, Isolation, Violence, Mentioned threats of choking and/or drugging and actual choking and drugging, spoilers . Also I suck I doing yandere but I'm learning, oh and body parts and burning skin!!

2BDAMNED

Ok let's get to the point 2bdamned is a sadistic, manipulator and also the type to experiment on people.

He is the type of yandere to isolate and drugged them if they were being a bad little grunt.

You met him by getting hired to be a medic for the main 3, since he had enough of them getting killed or injured.

But you being unaware of his obsession, makes this worse for yourself but better for himself. And you being shy is kinda cute to him, even if you lost a limb or something you still look cute to him.

If you were in a relationship with him... idk probably manipulate you alot...but anyway

your pretty shy right, Yeah no when you are around him, you get extremely shy/nervous because not only he looks intimidating but this dude tries to have a conversation with you, like out of thin nowhere...

He hardly talks to you so if he ends up speaking prepare your legs to get wobble like jelly because this man just pops out like jumpscare (joke: "I love a kind a women that would actually just kill me" "HUH!?")

But of course he's a yandere so he's going go isolate you in his lab or your room, but would never let you go to his room or outside of S.Q, except for missions.

He won't let you talk to your friends by making you work more in the lab or send you on dangerous missions just to make you stay with him longer, and you only thought he needed help when he doesn't actually need help... ok maybe but not really.

when you try to patch hank or the others, he would join In to "help" you while glaring at hank or the others, and hank seems to know 2bdamned obsessions over you but you don't know that..

Sometimes he would drug you for being bad or failing a mission by faking saying it's medicine for your pain or for your injuries.

Remember when I said he would experiment on people, I wasn't lying he would do it, especially on you but not too much, he would drug you and take you to his private lab for no one can watch him do it... it's only you and him...

But when you do find out 2bdamned gives up and shows is true side as he hreatens you by using drugs or some fuck up shit, but only if you try anything funny...

Sometimes would purposely remove your stitches and let you bleed out until your close to passing out or death...

2bdamned will manipulate your friends to turn against you, just to make you trust him instead of those your so called friends

So he treats you like a lover until you become aware and rebellious

But he won't lie he loves a kinda women/guy that Would actually just kill him

"You can only trust me... my dear... only....me"

DEIMOS

Oh boy this man is hard to tell if he's obsessed because his yandere is the same only he kinda clingy when things don't go his way

He is the type of yandere who is delusional but also steals small things from you and make a shrine(jebus lord what the fu-)

Now if you were in a relationship with him, you wouldn't even notice him being a yandere or anything until you spot a shrine("deimos what is that in your room..." "your smoothie")

Deimos is good at hiding things(kinda) from everyone including from 2bdamned... but 2bdamned will finds out like a stalker he is.

When 2bdamned hired you, deimos was the first one to talk to you and when you stuttered or looked nervous, he immediately thought he met an angel as you get flustered and nervous.

Everytime you Two go on a mission he would make small flirts and compliments as you get flustered like a red tomato.

But deep down those compliments and flirts is a demonic pyro-maniac ready to burn your love ones to ashes...

This dude already knows your unaware and he thinks your shyness and you being really unaware about this, is really cute and innocent...

This guy omg is the one who will never leave you alone, but hey atleast he doesn't kill your friends...until they catch him In the act...

Deimos knows how to manipulate your friends, he's 2bdamned 2.0 but little stupid...

When your talking to your friends, deimos would glare at them, but wouldn't go further than that, unless you leave them...

Deimos, would try to brush off Sanford, since Sanford knows Deimos more than anyone and he is aware of the obsession going on...

Honestly Sanford will feel bad for you and can't stop this situation anymore... your on your own buddy

Now remember buddy. Deimos is a pyro-maniac, so he also has punishments in his sleeves...

However you become aware when you find him killing your friends and boy oh boy you better be faster than him because he's a menace now...

If this grunt ever managed to catch you, your fucked(no not like that) I meant your gonna get punished,this dude will burn your skin, he even will make a burn mark on your skin to show you been very naughty grunt....

Now if you keep being naughty, deimos will kill one of your friends as punishment and you if keep going he might just kill ever friend you have...

He hates when you act rebellious but he does like you to cower in fear, it reminds him of your shyness

He constantly threatens to kills, choke, you and more...

If there one thing both 2bdamned and deimos have in common is definitely isolating you in a room...

"C'mon firefly is not that hard....your mine and im yours.... forever"

SANFORD

Oh lord.... now Sanford is a torturer and sadistic...I think... but lord have mercy on you because you ain't escaping honey...

He's the type of yandere to torturer and chop your leg off but hey... doc can't have that so consider yourself lucky...

If you were in a relationship with him, Sanford would've been nice to you but rude to ti others except for deimos... he's cool...

When you got hired by 2bdamned himself, Sanford was the second to speak as he thought your nervous and Suttering words was funny and adorable...

When you go on missions with him, he mostly either show off, and be loud as always but also... watching you

You only assume that he was just protecting you since you were the support of the team...

Now Sanford isn't a stalker but he would stalk you when you go out somewhere he doesn't know...

If you have friends Sanford will watch and if they get too close to you, Sanford will join in while glaring at them when your not looking..

Now even Sanford can make mistakes like one time he tried to enter your room just to see you and you woke up

Lucky for him, he knew how to lie and you were convinced... ("Sanford why are you in my room..." "I had a nightmare..." "oh")

Now Sanford is like a of one those slashers killers like he kills your friends one by one in the most gruesome way and you won't even know it until Sanford said something really creepy

This is probably how you get aware of his obsession...

Now deimos will notice and try to tell Sanford what he's doing Is creepy and very uncool but Sanford will try to reassure him or brush it off...

Deimos will actually help you but Sanford will catch on and will try different methods for deimos won't be a problem...(he doesn't want to hurt deimos)

Now Sanford may be dumb but he's NOT stupid... this grunt has his own ways to punish and capture you...

If you try to escape prepare to have a broken leg for a damn week that will feel like a month... and punishments are the most freakiest thing ever... ok not that freeky but its fucked up....

Sometimes will bring one of your friends, alive and torture them infront of you as you either cry, beg, or try to stop him... but it doesn't matter because he won't listen...

Don't even try to manipulate him, it won't work....

All this wouldn't have happened,if you just stayed unaware forever....

"My dear don't be scared...just let me love you... and I'll be....nice..."

HANK

Hey yeah you...come over here...yeah a little closer... haha now now get a little closer....yeah right there....

*proceeds to bitch slap you* how the FUCK!!! ARE YOU UNAWARE OF THIS!!!

This dude doesn't even hide it, so how are you unaware of this situation your in...

Ok hank is possessive and obsessive towards you and if you were in a relationship with this dude prepare to no longer see your friends or your boss because he going yo send them to the other place...

He will think your either so innocent or just fucking stupid, hank is the type to stalk and straight up enters your room and watch you sleep, just like Sanford only he straight up just stands there...

When you got hired by 2bdamned like the others, hank was the first one to leave the room because well, he doesn't like to tolerate a weaklings(ouch)

But after some time he begins to like your shyness, you remind him a small scared kitten...

so just like 2bdamned, Hank also makes you extremely shy, not only because he talks out of nowhere, he always behind you or straight up in a place where you won't even think he'll be in...

For example:

You: *drops something on the floor*

You: *Goes to reach it*

*a hand grabs you*

You: *Screams*

Hank: I can't get up...

You: DANG IT GRANDPA/HANK!!!

So yeah that motherfucker could be anywhere. Yet you still unaware of this, God your either dense as fuck or even more stupid...

Now at this point everyone knows hank obsession over you, Sanford will most likely to take you on his missions on purpose, same for deimos only he drags you to other section, that hank isn't allowed to enter...

Now 2bdamned doesn't care but would make sure hank doesn't plan on anything to harm or do something to you...after all your one his workers

But how do you find out he's obsessed with you, simple... Project Nexus...

When Sanford and deimos try to reason with hank, he of course doesn't care. But when you try to reason with him, he still didn't care but will show his full obsession over you as you cringed and felt disturbed...

Now we know how this ends, but if hank won he would had let you live but if you try to stop him futher, say bye bye to your legs honey...

But since Sanford and deimos won, you try to distance yourself away from hank but my man is going to make you suffer

Because now that you know, hank would ultimately make sure your his now and only his... your shy attitude is now a cowardly attitude....

Hank will choke you nearly to death as he gives you dead threats as he holds you against the wall...

Oh no trying to call your friend's for help yeah... think again because they will leave you to die, oh honey you thought they would help you against a wanted man? Aha your really funny buddy

Now torture isn't his style vur if he needs you to obey he won't hesitate, my man while Stab, cut even nearly kill you but of course doc comes in like "goddammit hank" and you get saved hurray...

OH wait... he works for doc...FUUUC-

You wished you stayed unaware but also wished you haven't been born....

"You're Mine and mine only... so quit being a fucking bitch and..."love" me"

Sorry for taking so long I'm still doing requests but I going to be a slower than a turtle, also I tried by best here so I hope you like if you don't then sorry for disappointing you....any way I hope you have a good day/night

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[iexistapparantly]

POV: You have the last pizza roll.

I do like me some perspective

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[bubbleteacat]

This is obviously heavily inspired by @saltymongoose 's self aware AU, but I just really felt like writing this! \(^_^)/ Especially because of how much fun I had with last ask I got and answered. ^ ^

SO. I probably make more parts like this. Like a story? idk But yes, the story is basically the MPN characters end up in Players world. But I guess I write it more like in a fanfic style? WELL, enjoy!

Trigger warnings: Stalkerish behavior, alcohol mention, violence mention, yandere behavior

It was just a normal night as always for you. Working at the bar, mixing drinks, and talking to the customers. You were working as a bartender for a few months now, and so far liked the job! Sure, sometimes some of the customers got a bit to drunk, and aggressive, but you had some nice coworkers who always took care of them for you. Which you were thankful for. You surely couldn't handle old 6'3 Clarence when he had a drink to much, and looked for trouble. Tonight though was a calm one. And while you were enjoying your work, you couldn't wait to get home, and start your stream to continue playing your new favorite game with your chat. Madness Project Nexus. You have played it for a while now, and got to love the characters and the story. Even the arena mode had you hooked. But you still had a few more hours until you could finally go home. You were just about mixing up a drink, a tequila sunrise, for a customer... before the whole bar suddenly went black, and silent.

The music, that had previously filled the place was off, and so was the light... A blackout? That's just what you needed today... Hopefully it was just in the bar. If you also had no power in your apartment then there is no chance you are going to be able to stream later. You, and your coworkers tried to turn on the power again, after calming down the customers, but it was no use. And taking a step outside made it clear that you were not the only ones sitting in the dark now. Apparently the whole city didn't had any power. And with no power, the customers soon left, and your boss send you, and your coworkers on your way home. While you were happy to get off work earlier than planned, you were sad that your plans for after your shift were canceled now. You still went home anyway of course. But as you wandered through the streets something felt... off. It's was kind of creepy, sure, with all the street lights being off. But that wasn't why it felt strange to you. It rather felt like as if you were being watched. Yet when you looked around there was no one to see. You still walked a bit faster until you reached your apartment building, and finally slipped into your apartment.

The feeling of being watched disappeared at that point. Thankfully. But now you stood in the complete darkness of your apartment. Of course you had no power either, yet you still had tried to switch on the light. Sighning to yourself, you switch on the flashlight of your phone, and went immediately to the kitchen. You couldn't exactly cook anything either, so you just settled with a simple sandwich for dinner. Better than nothing, right? When you have finished dinner, you went to your bedroom. With no tv, pc or internet you could also just go to sleep already you guessed. But when you entered your bedroom... you stopped in your tracks. Your pc... it was running?!? You could clearly see it on the RGB lights of the pc itself, and from your keyboard, that illuminated the room. But the power was off! That's not possible! Slowly you stepped closer to the device. The desktop was still turned off and black. So you pressed the button on it to try turning it also on. Perhaps the power was back. But how did your pc turn on by itself? The desktop finally came to life, but all you could see on it was some green code in the left upper corner. It's a bunch of numbers, and you have no idea what it was suppose to mean. You pulled out your phone to take a picture of the code, to show someone who knows more about the whole code-stuff more later, but suddenly your computer turned completely off, and you stared at the now black screen in complete darkness. Alright. This was all to fucking strange. You rubbed your eyes for a moment, before looking at the screen again. Still black. Were you perhaps so tired that you were imagining things? Maybe it was a good idea to go to bed already. So you put on your pajamas, before snuggling into the covers. And with the sound of many police and ambulance sirens in the distance, you slowly fell asleep. At least you get a free day off tomorrow. And if the power is back on in that time, you can make it up to your followers and stream a bit longer.

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Unknown to you yet, a lot was going on this night in a not to far away part of the city. Not just the blackout had happened. Police and ambulance cars were parked in the middle of a place of the city that consisted mostly of warehouses. The police had gotten reports from civilans that they heard shootings and explosions from there shortly after the power was gone. And as they arrived, one of the warehouses was in flames. Firefighters soon tried to extenguish the flames before they could hop over to the other warehouses, and possibly the houses that weren't to far away. And in all that chaos a small group of four men, were sneaking away from the burning building. Some of them were injured, but nothing to serious. A few burns, some bullet holes. They were completely unfamilar with their surroundings, but at least 2BD was sure that they shouldn't be seen by those people in uniforms, and leaded Hank, Deimos, and Sanford away from that burning place in which they had fought not even an hour ago.

Their mission should have gone completely different. Doc had hacked into the AAHW's network, and into the Auditor's personal computer, and found strange information. Well, he did found a lot of information about you, their player. The being that had helped them through so many obstacles. But he, and his team had already seen this information about you, it was nothing new. No, what caught his eye was inormation about something the Auditor, and the other Employer were building. A machine... to get to you. To bring you to Nevada, and have you in their hands. The moment Doc got this information, he immediately made a plan to infiltrate the AAHW HQ, in which the Auditor resided, and break the machine and the plans for it that the employer were building, before it was finished. If it wasn't finished already. Of course Hank, and the other two mercenaries had been eager to carry out that plan, the moment 2BD mentioned you. So they had immediately travelled to the AAHW HQ. It was risky because Doc hadn't had enough time to make a well thought out plan, but they didn't had any time. And this was about you. They couldn't let the employer get their hands on their precious player. And as they had arrived, and fought their way through the building to reach the machine, and the Employers, it was as they had feared. The machine was complete, and the Auditor and his brothers were about to activate it, and carry out their plan to bring the player to Nevada. Or at least it had seemed so. The Auditor was aware that you hadn't been in the room in which he had seen you in, and stream from over your webcam. And he didn't wanted to risk to activate the machine to early before he was completely sure you were there, and close enough for him to take you with him back to Nevada.

But the moment Hank, and the rest of his team showed up there was no time to wait for you to return. Usually he was the one who would not act on a whim, but this was different. This might be the only chance he had to finally meet you eye to eye. To finally have you on his side where you belonged. So he had activated it. But something had went wrong. He doesn't knows if it was because they had rushed it, or because of the fight that had occured between his agents, and the SQ. Instead of just him being transported to your world to look for you, some of his agents, his brother, and the four of the SQ had been also pulled into the portal from the machine. That wasn't the only thing that had gone wrong though. His destination had been your room, but instead they had ended up in a complete different place. A very big hall, with shelves that went almost to the roof, and filled with different sizes of packages. He wasn't familar with this place. He had never seen it from your webcam. How could they have strayed so far from their destination? Though that wasn't the only problem. The portal had closed behind them. And after a short moment of confusion the fight between them and Hank's team had continued until the building had caught fire. The Employers, and the few agents who hadn't been killed yet had fled the scene as well, just like Hank and his team. Thankfully they had went in two different directions, so they couldn't continue the fight. They didn't had time for that anyway. They needed to find you, and a way back to Nevada. And of course, the four mercenaries had the same goal.

They are going to find you.

I hope you enjoyed this so far! Please tell me what you all think! ^^ Some critism also would be highly appreciated!!!

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[madness-in-the-flesh]

Maybe a yandere Sanmos doodle? With the person/player grunt visable?

Here you go +) !!!!

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[macaroon-chill]

Cat hank

I've read some of @yanderes-galore 's cat/hybrid hank concept along with other HCs of him and got inspired to do draw this little evil cat ( ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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[yanderes-galore]

I request yandere hank (from madcom obv) with an agent from A.A.H.W darling

Yeah sure! My first actual Madness Combat request that isn't the Emoji game stuff I did ^^. Enemies to One-sided Lovers let's go-

I hope it's good! First time writing Madness and all-

Yandere! Hank J. Wimbleton with A.A.H.W! Darling

Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Attempted murder, Kidnapping, Implied stalking, Manipulation, Intimidation, Forced relationship, One-sided love, Murder/Death mention, Sadism.

- You're already miserable as is....

- The A.A.H.W has poor working conditions and you're already under the constant threat of being murdered.

- Via the Auditor, Hank himself, or an experiment gone wrong....

- You're already rather on edge in your suit, the weapon you wield being a basic handgun.

- You are aware your purpose is to be fodder.

- Yet you don't have a choice.

- When you finally meet Hank J. Wimbleton, you give it your all.

- You do what you can when it comes to damaging him.

- You at least show more skill than other agents your rank....

- Enough to win mercy from the murderous man.

- Hank doesn't talk much and he himself isn't too sure why he hasn't killed you like the rest.

- You have mixed emotions about the position you're in, he can tell.

- Even when you're pinned to the floor, his weapon pointed at your face, you hold your gun at him.

- Even when you know you'll die either way you persevere....

- Which may have been what made Hank leave you be.

- Mercy is normally never in Hank's vocabulary.

- He takes joy in mowing through Grunts like they were nothing.

- However, here he is, gazing thoughtfully at the now unconscious agent in front of him.

- He leaves you be, continuing on with his goal whatever it may be.

- Hank's sudden act of mercy scares you.

- What will the Auditor say about this?

- Is Hank just saving you for later?

- What made you catch his eye?

- Hank is a very hard Yandere to read.

- You won't entirely know why he likes you, he just does.

- Completely by chance it seems.

- This is not the first encounter you have with him, either.

- Far from it.

- You'll meet him again, this time with somewhat better gear.

- Then you'll see, once Hank catches sight of you, he ignores everyone else and beelines it for you.

- Others can try to stop him, you can also try to run, but he has a goal.

- He doesn't care about the other Grunts or agents. He'll end them with ease if they try to stop him.

- He wants this one.

- Hank wants you.

- Once he catches you he just... stares.

- His grip is tight around you, you hear faint pants from behind his mask.

- Hank likes to look at you.

- Even if you are on opposite sides, you trying to kill him and failing miserably, he finds himself adoring how you feel against him.

- Sure, you're fighting him when he pins you in a secluded place....

- But you're just so pretty to look at.

- You didn't think your job could get any worse.

- Yet now you are learning that Nevada's most wanted is obsessed with you.

- Hank plays this little game of chase for awhile before he finally shifts to just, stealing you from your place of work.

- You can't tell if you're relieved or terrified....

- You were almost used to the threats with working for A.A.H.W.

- Now you had to figure out if you could survive with Hank breathing down your neck and dragging you around Nevada.

- Hank's also incredibly close to you all the time even if you fight him about it.

- He's like a strange cat.

- Observing you and yearning for you to touch him for affection.

- Your touch surprisingly calms this murderous beast.

- Even if you're aggressive he finds it cute and funny when you pound against his chest/back.

- Don't worry about Deimos and Sanford not trusting you, Hank makes it clear why you're here.

- Hank's weird obsession over this one agent actually throws the two for a loop-

- Hank also doesn't want the agency finding you, fearing they'd terminate you.

- So you're forced to give up that suit and shades you grew accustomed to-

- Instead you'll be given clothing he managed to collect. (Probably from dead bandits or something-)

- That way no one can find you/recognize you.

- No one would want to mess with who Hank cares about anyways, unless they have a death wish.

- You aren't sure if your odds for survival increased or decreased after this.

#yandere madness combat x reader #yandere madness combat #yandere madness combat hank #yandere hank j wimbleton

[creatorthegod]

Yandere Madcom x reader

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[nevadancitizen]

-> FASCINATION WITH THE ORDINARY

synopsis: your world is vastly different from the nevada native to madness combat. after the main three + 2bdamned get transported to your world, they each find things that fascinate them.

word count: 2.5k

characters: hank, deimos, sanford, 2bdamned, player! reader

trigger warnings: ehh slight yandere/obsession but could also be read as super heavy pining if you're not into that lol

notes: madness combat fandom arise. madness combat fandom come back to me (also set in @/saltymongoose 's self-aware au)

For the sake of consistency, let’s imagine that the Player lives in a big, lonely, woodsy and plain-sy plot of land. There’s little to no outside human interaction, and lots of animals wandering through the area with a river running through it. For the wildlife, I’m basing it on the American South because I’ve lived here my entire life and know how they act.

SUNSETS & SUNRISES

2BDamned would be the most entranced, since he has the most memories from before the fall and before Hank killed the sun. He’s an early riser by nature (since his body has conditioned him so he’s mostly overworked and under-rested, as unhealthy as it is), so he leans more towards the beauty of a sunrise, towards the light that starts to paint the dark sky with hazy orange shades and rosy hues. He likes breathing in the crisp air and the way it almost sends a shock through his lungs.

But the sun stirs a lingering feeling of nostalgia, though, for the way things were before everything fell to madness. Doc tries his best not to let the thoughts get the better of him as you slip through the front door and out onto the front porch, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. 

God, he could imagine staying like this forever: just you, him, a beautiful sunrise, and coffee. Surely the way you pay attention to him, the way you get up extra early to watch the sunrise, the way you doctor his coffee just right – they’re all examples of how you care for him, just as he cares for you. But for now, he’ll just bide his time, blowing the steam off the surface of his coffee and purring, soft and raspy, both at the taste and because of your company.

But that doesn’t stop the others from appreciating the astounding view at dusk, because Sanford and Deimos are more partial to sunsets after long days. They like lounging in the adirondack chairs set up around the fire pit, cracking open a few beers, and simply relaxing with you. (Don’t worry, Sanford will gather firewood and Deimos will set it alight if it’s a little too cold for your taste.)

They’re fresher clones, so they don’t remember the sun well, if at all. They both always go quiet when the sun starts to dip below the horizon. Sanford props his tea sunglasses on top of his head and Deimos sets his cigarette in the ashtray as they both stare at the way the light turns the clouds purple and paints the sky with pink streaks. It stirs something sad in your heart – both of these men are pushing and just over the cusp of thirty, yet they don’t know the simple sweetness of a sunset. 

But as soon as night overtakes the sky, they both turn their attention back to you. Deimos makes some suave comment about your beauty being nothing in the face of a sunset in that rumbling, smooth voice of his, and Sanford gives him a pointed glare. Sanford points out that your beauty and the beauty of nature are two whole different things, but keeps showering you with not-so-inadvertent compliments, leaving you flustered and blushing from both grunt’s words.

Hank is somewhat of an anomaly with this one. All of the grunt’s biological clocks are absolutely porked from their time without a sun, but Hank’s affected the worst by far. (That, and he doesn’t really care for the sun. He literally slaughtered it.) Therefore, he’s more privy to waking up in the middle of the night and dragging you onto the roof to look at the stars. 

He likes laying on his back with you on his chest, pointing out the brightest stars and asking you questions about them. (He doesn’t really care, he just likes hearing your voice.) He loves your vivid descriptions of the constellations and how you describe them in intricate ways. To Hank, they’re just sparkly, unreachable dots in the sky, but it seems like, to you, they’re beautiful: like millions of silver nails driven into a dome of dark blue velvet. 

He savors the moments like these the most, when you’re alone with him. There’s no sound except for the crickets and dog-day cicadas and spring peepers and your voice and Hank’s sputtering purring. Honestly, it’s as it should be – without those other pesky dipshits ruining your time together. (Well, he can tolerate Doc, but that annoying extraction team could go fuck themselves for all he cared.)

ENTERTAINMENT

Sanford hates being lazy. He hates feeling like he’s not doing anything useful, even if he’s being useful by resting. The only real way to make him sit down and stop moving is by trapping him on the couch, laying your head in his lap, and turning on the TV. (Even if, for the first thirty minutes, he’s too focused on you and your body heat and how fast his heart is beating to even consider looking at the TV.)

But the thing he loves watching the most isn’t any sort of movie with amazing cinematography or show with riveting writing – it’s infomercials. Specifically, infomercials from the 90’s to the late 2000’s. He likes seeing what things could’ve been like if there was no madness in Nevada, because things are oddly peaceful (at least, to him) in your world. Billy Mays and Cathy Mitchell make him wonder about domestic life with you (even if the Jupiter Jack and the Xpress Redi-Set-Go are completely obsolete by now), and how these little gadgets would make your life together supposedly go smoother.

He likes combing his claws carefully through your hair as you both watch these people play up how useful these obviously useless inventions are. He tries to avert his eyes and act interested in the TV as you look up at him and point out how the Red Devil Grill was recalled because it got so hot it collapsed and caused fires, but can’t. He just can’t keep his eyes off you when you look up at him so sweetly, and can you blame him? You just make his face so warm and his heart beat so fucking fast…

Deimos has always had a fascination with electronics, but it’s mostly been from a tactical and weaponized standpoint. But he’s discovered (well, really, you introduced him to) video games. He absolutely loves curling up into your side, purring and providing commentary as he watches you play. (Because, despite his trying, he hasn’t really gotten a hang of the controls yet.)

He loves more story-fueled games with characters he can really get attached to. He likes investing himself in things and people that don’t actually affect him, because seeing your favorite character go through dire straits or even die hurts for a little while, but it’s nothing compared to seeing someone get eviscerated right in front of you. And, yeah, he totally cried when Arthur Morgan died (and totally played it up so that you’d comfort him). 

He also likes draping himself over you in the middle of a boss fight, wriggling and nuzzling into your cheek, causing you to giggle, lose focus, and, obviously, die. He strings together half-hearted apologies through his raspy purring, but he’s not really sorry. More deaths means more time spent with him, and internally, he’s completely and honestly unapologetic for his underhanded tactics. 

Due to the nature of his administrative role, Doc spends a lot of time in front of screens. He likes to unplug and unwind by reading, no doubt with a straight-up hazardous amount of coffee by his side. He prefers reading with you with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, whether you’re also reading or working on something else. Though he’s inexperienced (and sometimes even shy) with these types of things, he’s more than happy to ease into affectionate touches and romance that kills his common sense with you. 

His tastes are often cheap, but when he earns enough dough, he likes to splurge on second-hand college anatomy textbooks. No, he’s not planning on going to university, but he wants to know the inner workings of the human system (and, therefore, the inner workings of you). He also likes speculative biology and seeing what humans think about other intelligent species potentially being out there.

He would absolutely be elated (though he tries his best to hide it) if you took his interests seriously and discussed them with him. He tries to keep you in his makeshift office and away from the others so you can continue to spend this precious alone time with him, but that doesn’t stop the red-hot flare of jealousy as one of the others bursts in with a childish ask about something that should be obvious. (Of fucking course you wouldn’t want to go for a walk, Deimos, have you seen the weather out? Leave you and him alone!)

Obviously Hank would love gorefest and splatter film movies because of his all-encompassing and absolute love for carnage, and he’d love them even more if you got scared and hid yourself in his shoulder or chest. It’s clear that he’s your strongest and most capable vessel, so he clearly agrees with your choice to choose him as your protector (even if that choice is based on an instinctive need to hide). 

He also loves WWE and MMA fighting. When given the choice, he opts for MMA because it’s real and bloody and he prefers seeing people push themselves to their absolute limit rather than some predetermined fight that serves a higher storyline. (But, then again, he really likes the clip of Undertaker breaking into Paul Bearer’s house during an interview and throwing a cabinet at him because, what the fuck? He’s never thought of that before! Using things from the environment when out of weapons instead of his fists could be an improvement. Maybe he can learn a thing or two from these fake fighters…)

And, yes, if you give him access to Twitter he will turn your entire timeline into those backyard fight videos and dashcam car crashes. He doesn’t mean to, it just happens.

ANIMALS

Being a natural night owl, Deimos loves keeping a lookout for what critters come out at night. When he’s on the front porch with you, smoking a cigarette and waving away mosquitoes, he makes sure to keep an eye out for weird and unusual wildlife. (While pressed against your side and purring loudly, no doubt.)

He likes watching the whip-poor-wills swoop down and catch the moths that swarm around the overhead porch lights. Yes, he will try to catch one, but backs off when you tell him to. Instead, he opts for digging in the dirt to find beetles and grubs to toss up in the air for the small birds to catch. He will kinda feel bad if the beetles hit the ground but will continue to throw them to the birds when you tell him insects are basically immune to fall damage, so… no harm, no foul.

He’s also absolutely enamored by raccoons. He likes throwing food to them from the safety of the porch and watching them eat with their little grabby hands. He’s very reckless so, despite your warnings, he’ll try to squirrel one away inside the house. (He does this multiple times and, without fail, gets bitten each time. 2B has given him multiple rabies shots after shooing the raccoons out with a broom.)

Speaking of Doc, he enjoys going out in nature and finding decaying things just to see how many buzzards arrive. He excuses it with something about wanting to see if decomposition works the same across both your world and his, but he secretly finds some relation with the birds – something about being deliverers and arbiters and negators of death. (Though the last one really only applies to him.)

He also likes the rare sightings of wild horses. He’ll go out of his way to (carefully, shyly) rouse you from whatever you’re doing to go take a look at the majestic beasts, and he’ll be even more excited if there’s a foal wandering between the stocky legs of the adults. 

He just barely brushes his fingers against yours as you both stand on the edge of the treeline and watch them graze. Seeing the foal break from the herd, kick out and tumble and fall over and immediately get back up sparks… something in his heart. A vision. Just you, just him, linked pinkies, and a future together, with this warm feeling in his chest.

Hank really likes the more dangerous creatures. He gets along well with cottonmouth and other venomous snakes (and “gets along well” really means that they’re mean as can be and strike as often as possible while he just holds them and smiles at you). 

If you don’t keep a close enough eye on him, he’ll wander off and try to provoke larger animals, like bobcats. To him, they’re just tiny little pussycats, even if they pose a real threat and could kill him. Please don’t let him go too far, because if he comes across a bear, he will try to wrestle it, and Doc doesn’t like having to do emergency surgery on the island countertop in your kitchen. 

On multiple occasions, he’s come back to the house after being missing for hours, reeking of skunk spray. He just purrs happily as you tell him to strip and hold still as you spray him down with the hose.

Sanford is way calmer with his interactions with wildlife. He likes sitting on the dock with you and watching the fish swim by (because he’s impressed both by the fish and by the river – he’s never seen water in such great quantity!) Set him up with a hook, lure, and line and he’ll be entertained for hours. Though he struggles a bit with making streamers and fishing knots due to his big hands and claws, he’s more than patient when you teach him (mostly because he gets to spend time with you). 

When he’s fishing, he likes to look around and observe – mostly because fishing is a waiting game. His favorite visitors are herds of whitetail deer, especially when summer is in full swing and the fawns are ready to start exploring. They remind him of his family, mainly because of the way the does don’t really care which fawn is theirs, just that each is getting enough milk. You point at them and discuss them with him in small whispers because you don’t want to spook them. 

Again, it reminds him of his want for a domestic life with you. Just basking in the mottled sun that seeps through the trees, dipping your bare feet in the cool river water as a catfish tugs on the line – it’s all he wants, really. Now if he could just get the rest of the grunts to leave you alone… excluding Deimos, of course.

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