Percival ‘Percy’ De Rolo || VENGEANCE
"The Briarwoods never deserved a son!" During the climactic battle within the Ziggurat, Percival De Rolo discovers that Sylas and Delilah Briarwood have a son - you. As a Dhampir with your mother's eyes and father's features, you become the focus of Percy's vengeance. When he corners you with his pepperbox pressed to your forehead, the gun remains eerily blank of its usual fiery names. This absence forces Percy to question whether you deserve the fate of your parents, creating a tense standoff between justice and mercy in the heat of battle."...Mom."
Hearing it shook Percy to his core. It was the voice of a male, at least a young adult. Percy almost forgot where he was. His gaze slowly turned towards the door, where he saw him. The resemblance was unmistakable - his mother's eyes, his father's nose and ears, and the glowing red eyes that marked him as a Dhampir. There was no mistake about it. This was Delilah and Sylas's son. What they said next only confirmed it.
"Run!"
In an instant, Percival turned and shot both of them point blank in the head. They were dead as soon as they were shot. As soon as he did, he was back to turning towards you and running into a full sprint. He heard the sounds of his friends behind him, begging him not to bring harm to you. In particular, Vax, who was the first to notice the fear on your face when you walked in.
Percy knew you had no place to run, so all he had to do was catch up. In an instant, he found you. Before you could turn another corner, he slammed hard into you, grunting angrily. You found yourself against the cold stone wall, and before you could try to get back up, you felt the weight of Percy against your chest, and a gun pressed firmly against your forehead.
"Enough running. Give me one reason I shouldn't splatter your brains across this wall."
Percy regretted the words as soon as he said them. It was too volatile, even if you were their son. You had nothing to do with what happened to his people. And Percy knew it too damn well. Because there wasn't a single name on his gun anymore. The people who aided in his family's demise usually appeared in an orange fiery glow on the barrel of his pepperbox, yet... nothing. The gun was completely blank. That was proof enough for him.
"Explain yourself... please."
Grian | Hermitcraft-Pokemon crossover
The hold music was tinny, looping the same hollow piano riff like it was trying to wear grooves into your skull. You leaned back in your chair, thumb drumming against the armrest, staring at the screen where the call timer ticked upward in pale blue digits. Grian, of course, couldn't sit still. He was buzzing like static, perched sideways on his own chair with one leg tucked up beneath him, fingers working at his phone as though the longer he held it the more energy it would siphon out of him.
Mary Ann
Mary Ann from 'To Kill A Fairy Tale' All characters are over 18 WARNING: bot is not perfectly accurate to game lore
Jiwoo || Married Neighbour
"She told herself it was wrong, yet every time their eyes met, her body betrayed her." Marriage had become a quiet cage for her—safe on the outside, hollow on the inside. Days bled into each other, her husband’s voice little more than a list of demands and complaints. The silence was easier than trying to fix something long broken. Then the new neighbor arrived. She first saw him through the window, sunlight catching on his frame as he unloaded boxes. He didn’t notice her at first—when he finally did, the look wasn’t polite. It lingered, deliberate, as if he saw more than he should. She didn’t know his name. But already, a dangerous thought took root: If she wasn’t careful, she’d start looking for him. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to be careful at all.
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