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yanderend · 1 year

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All Yandere's reactions to you giving them the silent treatment!

Requested by an anon

— The Detective

Charlie is a rather cold-hearted yandere, if he upset you, he wouldn't care too much.

That being said, he wasn't actually aware he upset you this time— after all, you've never reacted like this before.

He's almost happy about it, getting to see a new reaction out of you. Interesting as always.

'Two can play at that game,' is his thought process, not talking to you or paying you much mind outside of his usual stalking activities.

The Detective really didn't expect you to keep ignoring him for this long, but now it's been a week, and his irritation is starting to show.

His work focus is starting to wane, which is rare for him, but his brain is taken up by intrusive thoughts of worry. He's fine with you being petty for now— but what if you never talk to him again?

What if you try to talk to someone else?!

No, Charlie couldn't handle all his work on you being undone. He'll have to do something.

You find yourself cornered in your home, his arms by your sides as he glares you up and down.

'What do I need to do for you to acknowledge me again, huh?'

You try to move your head away, but he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him.

'Just... I just want you to apologise,' you tell him.

'Fine.' He bites his tongue and swallows his pride, refusing to meet your eye. 'I'm sorry. Are you going to talk to me, now?'

'Are you going to let go of me?'

'Youre pushing your luck, sweetie.'

— The Childhood Friend

· She's completely paranoid from the second you start not answering her questions.

This is out of character for you, you wouldn't do this to the one person who's looking out for you, would you?

Eli knows her questioning can be invasive, but whatever hit a nerve with you was only essential knowledge for her! She couldn't live with herself if someone else knew something she didn't— but she's also struggling with the guilt she feels over pushing you on it.

'There's nothing to worry about, okay? There's nobody listening, so just talk to me, already!' She'll plead endlessly.

She doesn't want to blame herself— that would mean she's a bad friend, a bad lover! No, no, it has to be someone elses fault.

So that's what The Childhood Friend leads with, and goes out of her way to construct a fake narrative where someone is clearly manipulating you into not talking to her.

How could she have been so foolish as to let this happen? I guess that means she'll have to keep you on an even tighter leash, for now.

It's all for your protection, of course! No-one should treat you so awfully and lie about your best friend ever again...

'I'm sorry for this, love, but you understand how it is. After all we've been through, you shouldn't just go ignoring me for so long.'

— The Worshipper

At first, it takes a while for him to notice you're trying to give him the silent treatment. It's normal for him to not talk to you for a few days, and just watch from the shadows. He understands that you're a busy person...

It's when he actually makes an attempt at talking to you, and isn't met with the usual chipper response, his world immediately falls apart.

The Worshipper never thought he'd experience heartbreak this catastrophic— all he can think of to justify you not talking to him is that he's being punished by some higher force.

You're his everything, and now you're being taken away from his watchful eye. It's as if his life is crumbling around him.

All those times he told you he loved you, over and over and over, and like his anxieties told him, it was not enough to keep you.

(In reality, you just needed a short break from his advances, but your lack of clarification made him immediately assume that you never wanted to see him again.)

So he makes himself scarce— if his darling doesn't want to see him, he simply won't be seen! Whether that means confining himself to complete solitude, or keeping an even further distance and keeping himself from looking directly at you.

The only way to get him to stop avoiding you is to seek him out, and have a long talk about it all.

The majority of his side will be apologies, and asking how he can repent for acting so overzealous with you— but it's a conversation nonetheless.

— The Queen Bee

• The Queen Bee's starting to regret letting you into her friend group— sure, it may have been an efficient way of raising your status, but now you have people to talk to when you're avoiding her!

'That's just not right at all,' Anya thinks, 'I'm flawless! Even if I slipped up on something, I always make sure to make it charming...'

Above all else, the silent treatment makes her frustrated. Nobody's ever been able to keep it up for long, not her parents, not her friends, nobody! So why were you heing so difficult?

There's no way she'll let her plan be derailed by you not talking to her, she'll try her hardest to find other ways to communicate and make out that the two of you are still together.

Your phone gets blown up on your social media one morning, only for it to be something a little concerning. You knew Anya was rather manipulative when she wanted to be, but this was next level...

People throughout the school had found your personal account and were messaging you with flurries of questions— you didn't even know half these people by name!

What she had orchestrated was a rumour that you had cheated on her, and that's why you were acting strange— but always playing the angel, Anya 'forgave you' for it and you're still in a relationship.

The both of you knew it was completely false, but it was either swallow your pride and talk to her again as if everything was normal, or deal with harassment from all the people who were already jealous of your unearned idol-like status.

The Queen Bee is terrifyingly smart sometimes, but her ecstatic smile when you speak to her again is genuine.

— The Fanclub

★ The moment you don't respond to a text from one of them it's panic— so you can imagine the chaos that ensues when you stop talking to BOTH of them.

You're meant to be! They're meant to be with you! What's gone wrong? What have they done?!

One awful group panic attack later Aurora's managed to get Fortuna in a more comfortable state, but she's not responding outside of nodding or shaking of her head.

Aurora gets angry, and Fortuna gets analytical— a bad combination for you, to say the least.

Borderline kidnappings were common, but Fortuna's got your schedule down to a T, so it's not at all difficult for them to actually stage a full abduction this time.

Aurora has you tied up tight while the other waits patiently in another room, trusting her partner to take care of the situation.

'Why are you doing this to us?' She asks, straightforward with tears brimming in her eyes. She just wants answers.

After you explain that their most recent endeavours were a push a bit too far and made you uncomfortable, Aurora's violent demeanour dampens a bit. She's still a bit aggravated about it all, though; your silence did hurt her girlfriend as well as her.

'You've got to forgive us, you- you have to! You're going to eventually, one way or another so... Just do it, already!'

You can see they've gotten a bit desperate— maybe your silent treatment was a bit too harsh for them.

They were right though, you'd forgive them eventually.

— The Deity

∞ Nitai is already clingy as all hell, so he simply refuses to let you go until you aknowledge him again.

Whatever he did to annoy you, he knew he could make it better— if only you'd let him!

It occurs to him that it might not even be him annoying you. That it might be a build-up of several stresses, and his possessive nature was the breaking point.

If that's the case then... He has to get rid of all those little stresses, so you can go back to focusing all your energy on him!

He's never felt so anxious about anything before, so until you start praising him again he needs an outlet... Murder is an outlet of sorts, yes?

He'll return to your home in the middle of the night, blood soaking his favourite comfy shirt, and cozy up to your sleeping body in some sort of messed-up ritual dedicated to you.

He'll be gone by the time you wake up.

The Deity's main form of coping will come in reminding you of his power— he'll shower you in gifts until you can't ignore him at all!

He can't lose his angel to such a petty disagreement, he refuses.

'My beloved, please, you know how much I need your sweet voice to soothe me. Don't be selfish, now...'

— The Anomaly

As per the agreement, you have to spend time with them. This makes things even more awkward.

The Anomaly does not show empathy to anyone but you, his assignment, so they don't understand why you're so upset over the latest incident.

The silent treatment won't effect them at all; Yvetan knows you don't have a choice but to stay at the facility with them.

As long as they can keep watch of you, and keep you away from the other creatures in the building, they're happy watching you in uncanny silence.

Hours upon hours spent in that room in quiet would drive any normal person mad, so Yvetan tries their best to entertain you, knowing that you won't respond.

'You know, human, it's rather nice having you in here so frequently. You are so much more fun to look after when you're not talking about your work— we should do this more often, yes?'

You'll likely end up more frustrated than they are, so the argument passes quickly.

— The Idol

## The Idol is a bit dense about these things, but picks up on your attitude immediately. You're not the first person to pull this on him.

Jamie being Jamie, he's still going to ignore your personal space and sidle up beside you any chance he gets; but now it's more out of hoping you'll talk to him again than embarrassing you.

Even if you scolded him, that would be good enough to relieve him.

As per usual, he'll abuse his power so that you're not allowed out of whatever filming location you're at. That way you're stuck with him, no matter how you act.

He knows he did something to cause this but... He does a lot of stuff you take issue with, so The Idol isn't sure which one he should apologise for— or if he should even be apologising at all.

'Babyyyyy....' He whines, resting his head on your shoulder, 'What was it this time? C'mon, pleeeaaase?'

You being unable to leave Jamison's vicinity makes it difficult to fully ignore him, but you can at least keep up not talking to him as much.

You're legally his assistant, so he uses that to his advantage as well, making you escort him short distances just to keep touching you and asking you questions.

'What's up next? Oh, a dress rehearsal? You don't mind helping me get dressed again, do you? You know how difficult all those little pieces are...'

It doesn't bother him too much, but he does miss the sound of your voice, and what he hates most is the little noises you make when frustrated or embarrassed by him.

If you keep it up for long enough (more than two days, really) he might get annoyed and be a bit more forceful.

'What's your problem, out with it.' He speaks, pinning your wrists to the walls of his dressing room. 'Was it when I fired that guy for talking to you? You know that was just cause he's a creepy old dude, right? No? Was it the time when I-'

He's trying his best to figure out what caused your silence, but he just ends up digging himself a deeper hole by listing all his crimes against you.

When you do start talking to him again, he acts like it's no big deal, but the days afterwards are filled with him drawing out all of his conversations with you and near-constant toying with you.

#Collective #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #male yandere #female yandere #yandere #The Detective #The Childhood Friend #The Worshipper #The Queen Bee #The Fanclub #The Diety #The Anomaly #The Idol

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fr00t-snacc · 7 months

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An ABBA reference? In my FNAF art? Seems more likely than you think! And hey, a glimpse at a full colored Odette Afton! She’s a redhead, like her daughter

And another glimpse at how I draw William, just a tad chibi

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cvbullshit · 2 months

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I made a Player character for Undertale Yellow!!!

Mainly because of the implications of Clover somehow being able to change their route and choices without any help from Flowey despite seemingly not remembering the timelines.

So here's Lemon! They're my little Sourpatch kid :)

Inspired by @liliallowed

Fun facts about Lemon:

-They go by any gender of course, they dress more masculine but can act somewhat feminine at times.

-They canonically have fangs that always stick out a bit when they smile with their teeth

-The fabric around their head isn't a hood, it's like those small strings on your cowboy hats that help keep it on your head/neck but more stylish.

-They have a hate-love relationship with Flowey

-I headcanon them to be the less likely to be actively malicious out of the group of different players(all of the soul colors if they ever got games), like the more likely to say pure in a way. Even when on a Genocide route, they are more playful than murder-y, they know Flowey will bring them all back(though they still worry that the others may never come back from it.)

-They can be slightly easily manipulated if they believe what they are doing is for the best outcome/greater good. (Ex: Killing the monsters, I mean, they deserved it right? They killed those poor kids.)

-They don't exactly fear being alone but would definitely be affected by it, think Spinel standing in the garden sorta thing.

-They fear not being a fearless protector who stands for what's right, if they can't help people then what's their purpose anymore?

-They would gladly go through millions of resets if it means they can help and befriend Flowey.

-They absolutely adore Clover, they just wanna squeeze them in a hug.

-The yellow things on their jacket are actually both for style and free ammo, they can take one off and load it into their gun, another one will pop right back into place!

#art #concept art #artists on tumblr #colored sketch #undertale yellow #undertale #uty #undertale player #uty player #the player #ut anomaly #uty anomaly #the anomaly #i love my sourpatch kid

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liliallowed · 3 months

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blind faith

they called for the angel.

the awaited day where the dead rose. where they could fix their mistakes. where their souls would be recalled and be judged. for their suffering and joy.

to be branded as eternal. to ascend to the angels heaven.

yet they did not understand their prayers for immortality were calling forth their own eternal purgatory.

so they prayed for more second chances. "grant us another life once more oh powerful angel!"

always regretting. always making more mistakes.

the angel watched the mortals destroy themselves apathetically as they caused their own spiral.

only a select few would oppose the cycle. and even fewer would resort to unholy methods.

for a mortal to take fate by his own hand. slay gods and break laws...

the angel's boredom of seeing predictable mortals turned into fascination.

they had hundreds of disciples. believers who had dedicated their lives to serve it. yet the angel was dismissive.

this one actively defied it. this one fought back. this one... was special.

they were never a fan of blind faith anyway

#angel au #lv triangle #dusttale au #dusttale player #the anomaly

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whatwouldmariecurieactuallydo · 7 months

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Current Read

The Anomaly - Hervé Le Tellier

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hershelchocolateart · 4 months

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YCH Bases - 2/3!

I've made some YCH bases as an added option to my commissions! Now you can get something silly and simple for way cheaper than it would be if you requested a commission normally!

This is the second batch of bases I've made! You can find the first HERE, with one more on the way!

If you would like to order one of these, my request form is HERE!

Here are some examples of finished bases! You can request minor changes to the base if you'd like - Details are on my request form!

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abalonetea · 4 months

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Finished the first book of 2024! The Anomaly by Michael Rutger was absolutely amazing! I was enthralled all the way through, loved the characters, the setting, the plot twists. I actually didn't dislike any of the characters, which is a rarity. Also the monsters were so fun!

#books read in 2024 #my moodboards #the anomaly #horror books

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vela-pulsars · 8 months

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Sky rat and meat rat 🐀

#rainworld #rainworld oc #rainworld slugcat #the stormchaser #the anomaly #slugcat oc

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elegy-if · 4 months

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Just read your demo and it really reminded me of this song I've been listening to lately. ^_^ The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley.

I think it'll suit the mc if they don't choose to be more human. c:

WE’RE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH BECAUSE THIS IS IN THE NEMISI MC PLAYLIST LMAO!!! its a fun song

#asks #the anomaly

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pantr0art · 9 months

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⚠️TW ⚠️Disturging/Creppy drawing:

Freaky ennard (aka The anomaly) doodles

The drawing itself cost me making their body with as many cables as their mask, it's scary but at the same time I liked the result.

I loved the series of "the incident logs", the story is interesting in how it takes more information about the anomaly and about the incidents that occur, when the model is the opposite of the original in the game, I will only say that its teeth caught my attention👁️👁️

ENJOY!!!

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yanderend · 1 year

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All Yandere's reactions when you hug them!

Requested by an anon (well, sorta...)

— The Detective

As far as Charlie's concerned, your hug came out of nowhere! He knew he was successful in you starting to feel more comfortable with him— but wasn't expecting this!

His initial response is to push you off, out of shock and embarrassment.

Seeing your face, all affectionate and smiley makes his heart race, and he's not quite sure what to do! Usually he's the one trying to render you blushy.

What can I say? Cuddles make him feel soft!

Quickly, he pulls you back into the hug, this time holding you so tight you can barely breathe.

'Don't you dare share this with anyone, okay? You know what'll happen...'

He speaks with his usual malice, but it's a little less threatening than he'd like when you can feel the heat burning from his cheeks.

— The Childhood Friend

· Eli never knew how much she missed the feeling of a good, long hug. You two have almost always been fine with physical touch, but after her spiral you seemed to become a bit more wary— and she hated that!

So, oh boy is she happy to have you finally be physical with her again!

Your hug might result in a few tears, as she holds you tight and shakes with happiness.

'I- I thought you hated me...' She sobs, nuzzling into your neck. 'Please never stop again... Don't let go.'

Not that you'll be physically able to let go, anyway. She'll have an iron grip on you until she's cried all her tears out.

Just like old times, eh?

— The Worshipper (cw: suggestive at the end)

His prayers have been answered! Kazuo has spent days on end asking for a crumb of touch.

(It has been 48 hours since you last hugged him. What are you doing, starving the man?)

He simply can't help it, standing there, frozen as tears well in his eyes, overwhelmed from the feeling of warmth with your body wrapped around him.

'O-oh dear... Oh gosh...' He whimpers, hands flailing, unsure of whether he should hug you back or not. 'I'm not- I'm really not deserving of this, my love! Please--'

When you give him permission to hug back, his touch is incredibly gentle; careful, even. Kazuo feels like he's melting into your touch, wondering if this is what heaven will be like. He sure hopes so.

Even when you let go he feels the warmth residing on his body— leaving him in a fuzzy afterglow all day.

He's a desperate boy, and the slight scent of you on his robes drives him insane. He berates himself for thinking such sinful thoughts, but can't help wondering how long he could've kept you there... Touching him.

He wants more, always hoping, every time he sees you, that you'll do it again. Maybe you'll do more, that time..?

— The Queen Bee

• Anya's immediate thought is to take a picture— preserve this moment! A defining moment of your relationship, to be sure!

Whether it's a short hug or a long one, she'll be sure to make little comments; an attempt at convincing you to hug her more often.

When you hold her, her bout of narcissism comes back in full.

'Look at you, getting all friendly! It's alright if you're falling for me, cutie. We both know I'm irresistible, haha!'

She plays it off as a joke, but she means every word. Your affection solidifies her ideals of you two being a power-couple.

It takes a minute to hit her that you could be this open with others, too. Anya won't allow that, no way!

'Careful not to go around giving everyone this treatment, you don't want to give them the wrong idea, do you? No, I don't think of you that way, of course!' She takes a second to think, bringing her hand up to run it through your hair. 'In fact, why not just keep the hugging to me, yeah? You're soooo super cute when we're alone, after all!'

— The Fanclub

★ The excited squealing of lovestruck girls is one you should get familiar with. You're going to hear it a lot after this.

Fortuna becomes a stuttering mess immediately— she needs to say something, anything! But nothing's coming out except for excited and incompressible whispers.

Aurora is a little more forward, but her heart is still beating way faster than she can keep up with, and she's a little lost too.

The former will shake in your grasp, carving every detail of your body this close-up into her mind. She'll be thinking about this all day, if not all year.

The latter will place a hand on your heart, cozying up and testing the waters as to how close she can get. And also... to gauge if your chest is thumping as loud as hers. (Though, if she picks up any heartbeat at all she'll take that as a 'yes' and let her imagination run wild.)

'H-hey! Um... you're not like... acting like this with any other fans, are you?'

You're confused by the 'fans' sentiment, but that just makes the two of them high-five and interpret it as a "you two are my favourite ladies, so you get special treatment" response.

It wasn't that at all, but it's much safer to let them think that.

— The Deity

Nitai's head has a buffering moment, responding with a 'huh?' when he feels you burrow into his chest.

He wraps muscular, super-soft arms around you, and gets a dopey smile on his face. A hug has never felt so good...

'Am I winning you over, my little angel?' Nitai hums softly. 'Good, good. You're being so nice and loving to me today.'

His nearly inhuman height and strength only gives him a warmer feeling in his chest— you're so very fragile, holding onto him like that.

It's decided! He has to protect this, protect you! There's nobody that should share this experience. They could hurt you!

Nitai will now ask for cuddles CONSTANTLY, his craving for physical attention now overriding everything else.

Any chance The Diety has to hug you goodbye, or crawl into your bed when you're having trouble sleeping— he'll use anything as an excuse to snuggle up close, even something ridiculous.

He's reminded of all the previous followers of his who would've given their right arm to hug him— Oh well, he's always been a fan of nepotism.

— The Anomaly (cw: mild body-horror)

Yvetan was wondering when you were going to do something like this. They chalked the lack of impromptu hugs as having to 'act professional' in front of the armed guards.

They let out a not-quite-right sigh, and let their entire, sore body rest in your arms. They're a lot lighter than you expected, to note.

Yvetan's eyes flutter open to look at your face, their head leaning comfortably on your shoulder. They're wondering why they didn't just miracle you into doing something like this in the first place.

It means even more to them that you did it of your own accord, though. Even more to cherish. What a truly pure human...

'You two,' they speak suddenly, not even turning to look at the guards behind them. 'Look away, now.'

The guards look to eachother, and then to the two of you, stating that they're can't do that as it'd be against protocol.

Yvetan huffs, and you can feel their body go tense for a moment, holding you with their left arm.

From the position you're in, you have clear view of the guards faces crumpling up in horror before one drops his weapon to raise his visor up in a panic.

No eyes. The entire upper half of his face had been flattened out — removed of any features. The guard standing next to him doubles over, dry-heaving before facility medics run into the room to escort them out as they start to scream.

You can feel The Anomaly smile against your skin as they start playing with your hair.

'I can't let them in on this intimate moment of ours. You understand, yes, dear soulmate?'

— The Idol (cw: suggestive)

## Jamison has been open with touch since the moment you met, and has himself constantly prepared to hug you if you need it. (Or if you don't.)

He's never been good with such a genuine emotional connection until you, though, so having a meaningful hug full of so many feelings has him shaking in your grip.

He gets so excited- and not even in the sexy way he normally is! This is just so much for him...

You think he was bad when he broke his arm to get your attention? You've seen nothing yet. Minor or major injuries will become worryingly common— and the only thing he ever asks for when you ask what you can do to help is a hug, or a peck on the lips, if he's feeling cheeky.

Naturally with The Idol, he's going to take every opportunity to invite you to hug him in the public eye so that people know who you belong to. No-one's going to mess with a celebrity's partner right in front of them.

After you initiate PDA, he might take it a bit far and try and get steamy with you on date night. Surely, you want him as much as he wants you, so what's the problem there?

You get groped a bit more often than usual now, and Jamie can't help but be a little disappointed you don't do it back (as often, at least.)

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trashheappro · 1 month

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The Anomaly - Ch. 15

Ch: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Miguel was used to pain. George O’Hara beat him, his brother, and their mother. Everyone in the house were victims, but Miguel got it worse. His father’s rage against him lasted longer, hits landed harder. He could only pray that by the time George was done with him, he would be too tired to move onto his brother or mother. At some point, bruises became a permanent affixation to his aesthetic.

Maybe George could see what he could not. That Miguel wasn’t really an O’Hara.

When his father died, it should have been all sunshine and rainbows. But there were more problems in their lives than just a man that liked to hit the people who were supposed to be his family.

School was not the problem. He was a smart kid; kept his head down, kept his grades up. His future was secure. That should have been enough for his family, for his mother. Yet she looked at him like he was something else. She said he was selfish and maybe he was. He must have gotten it from her. He hooked up with his brother’s girlfriend because he just couldn’t help himself. But they were young and dumb and so in love that they even got engaged. Down the line, he apologized profusely to Gabriel and begged for his forgiveness. He didn’t deserve it, but Gabe gave it to him anyway.

And Miguel ultimately ended it with Dana. After all the pain and strife his family put into that relationship, he couldn’t make it last.

Miguel was selfish, but that wasn’t it. That wasn’t the only reason his mother looked at him with those eyes, like- like he was other . He was her mistake. He was a mistake. And that was why he could only ever make mistakes.

Working at Alchemex was a mistake. It should have been the best company to work at, financial security was guaranteed. Certainly one of the most powerful, but that came with corruption running rampant throughout it. And thinking it wouldn’t affect him was another mistake.

Talking with Tyler Stone was a mistake. Trusting Tyler Stone was a mistake. But what could he say? Miguel was accustomed to abuse at the hands of father figures even if he hadn’t been aware of it at the time.

Now he lived a life of his own self inflicted addiction to his Spider serum, needing regular doses to maintain his genetic structure. Splicing his DNA was rash, but it saved his life. But he wouldn’t have needed to if he had just been careful. It was a mistake. Another one to add to his books.

Miguel thought that starting the Spider Society and uniting those across the great web could be the one thing he got right. A group there to fix the tears in space-time and help each other when they needed it. It should have been his shining achievement. But it was a mistake just like all the rest.

If Miguel never started the Spider Society, none of this would have happened. Gwen’s father, Peter B’s MJ, Gabriella, all these universes, all those Spiders, none of it would be gone . Miles would have never known the truth. The universe would have adjusted, might have gone on to make Miles a true Spiderman even though everything that happened was an anomaly.

There was a running theme here. Every time Miguel tried to make something better, he just made it worse

Mistakes. Mistakes on mistakes. Everything Miguel did was a mistake.

Miles was his mistake. It was in part, if not entirely, his fault that Miles had become more monster than boy. And he had to keep reminding him of that even when sometimes Miles was more boy than monster. Especially at times when–

“I’m so hungry,” Miles complained, holding his stomach while he rolled around on the couch of their newly instated safehouse in this universe they jumped to.

They were in a seedier part of town where people knew better than to question the strange looking man in a weird white and black spotted costume. They didn’t have to know it was actually skin.

The apartment matched the area. Dingy and kinda gross, but no one would bother them. All the furniture was stolen and rent was dirt cheap. These were the places that Miguel hated the most. It meant they didn’t intend to stay long, it wasn’t a permanent safehouse. Another universe Miles and the Spot intended to collapse. Another fight where he could do nothing to save anyone.

Miguel had tried in the last one and Miles had not been joking when he said to put a muzzle on him. The new nanotech chip on the back of his neck replaced his suit and would become a cage muzzle, because a plain mask wasn’t humiliating enough. Stripped of any power and dignity, Miguel was left with his indignation.

“What do you guys want to eat?” Miles asked.

“I’m good with anything,” the Spot said.

“Miguel?”

Miguel just glared at him from the loveseat in the corner. His arm still recovering from the beating Miles gave him nearly a week ago, he was not in the mood to humor his playfulness.

Miles rolled onto his stomach. “Come on, man. You’re not hungry?”

“Forgive me if I’ve lost my appetite,” he ground out.

“Well, doubt you’ll have it later.” Miles shot to his feet. “Let’s go to the city. See what they have.”

“Have somewhere in mind?” the Spot asked.

“You sure you don’t have a preference?”

The Spot shook his head.

“Miguel?”

A low growl was his only response.

That only seemed to amuse Miles even more. “Maybe, we get chinese? They probably have something easy for your stomach.”

“So Chinatown?”

“Yup. Ready, Miguel?”

He grunted, but still stood.

“Don’t fall on your face this time,” Miles teased.

“I never–”

A hole opened up underneath them and Miguel just barely stayed on his feet. Those little– “Seriously?”

Miles laced his fingers behind his head and walked down Canal street. “I thought that was a yes grunt, not a no grunt.”

“This is why we’ve been telling you to use your words,” the Spot piled on. “But Mr. Grumpy only wants to talk to us through his teeth.”

Miguel reluctantly followed them. “Right, because it’s so unreasonable for me to be taciturn with my captors.”

Miles spun on his heels and grinned at the two of them. “And sarcasm, don’t forget the sarcasm.”

“You expect me to act any differently?”

“I think you're acting exactly as you should.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? “You're exactly as irritating as I remember you being.”

That wiped the smug smirk off the brat’s face. “Careful, Miguel. Wouldn’t want to piss me off.”

“And here I thought I couldn’t piss you off anymore than I already do, Miles.”

“Alway room for growth.”

“We can bicker at the dinner table,” the Spot interjected. “Where are we eating?”

Miles fell into pace besides the Spot. “Do we have connection yet?”

“I set it up earlier,” he said, pulling out a phone from one of the many pockets of his cargo shorts. “Yeah, you should have internet access.”

Miles raised a gauntlet to search up ‘Chinatown soup’. “Ooo, soup dumplings.” He tapped on the address and a little map popped up. They walked down the main street, following Miles, who diligently followed the map until a warm sweet aroma wafted through the air. Immediately, he detoured off the path to a metal cart selling sweet bubble waffles.

“We’re about to eat,” Miguel pointed out.

Miles fished cash out of his bag “And? We have enhanced metabolisms.”

“Not right now I don’t.” It had been a while since they gave him his serum dose.

“One isn’t going to ruin your appetite.”

“I don’t want one.”

“Well now you’re definitely getting one.”

Miguel put his hands on his hips. “I don’t think reverse psychology is supposed to work in this situation.”

Miles gestured for 3 orders and handed the old man behind the window five dollars. “It’s not about that. It’s about whatever I want, and I want you to eat one.”

Miguel glared at the paper bag he was handed as if the sweet treats inside were his enemy. They smelled delicious and he felt the warmth penetrating through the thin bag. It was tempting. But call him paranoid, he couldn’t help but think this was some sort of mental manipulation. Or petty, because he really didn’t want to listen to Miles.

As they continued on their way to the restaurant, Miles and the Spot snacked on their waffles. Miguel didn’t understand, the Spot had no mouth, yet tossed bubble after bubble into the void on his face. How did he even eat? Was that actually his mouth or like a portal to his stomach? Well, it wouldn’t be wise to have an open access to his stomach.

“You going to eat that?” Miles asked.

“What? No.” Miguel tried handing it off.

“I don’t want it.” Miles bounced back on his heels.

He then tried handing it to the Spot.

The Spot shook his head. “Gotta watch the waist line.”

Miguel returned to scowling at the innocent pastries.

“Don’t waste it,” Miles said. “Your momma didn't raise no food waster.”

“What do you know about my mother?” he scoffed. But he was right, she didn’t. He ate one. It was still a bit warm. It was soft and pillowy and just the right amount of sweetness. It was delicious.

“You’re going to ruin your appetite,Miguel,” Miles said, scandalized.

Miguel rolled his eyes and kept eating. Regardless of the childish bait, his mother did not in fact raise a food waster.

There was a scream up ahead. All heads turned in that direction. They were off the main street, which might explain why the man running towards them felt comfortable enough to snatch the purse of the woman chasing after him.

Miguel instinctually stepped forward with the intent to stop him, but Miles was further in front.

“Seriously?” Miles stuck out his foot and tripped the man, causing him to fall flat on his face. “In broad daylight?” He sat on him as the woman jogged up to them.

“Thank you,” she said, panting for air.

Miles handed back her bag. “You're welcome. Wanna file a police report? We can wait with you.”

The woman’s brows creased with uncertainty, her hands coming up, probably about to say no until the man squirming underneath Miles decided to open his stupid mouth.

“Come on. I didn’t even take anything!”

Then her face morphed into disgust and set in determination. “Yes, I would like that very much.”

“Bro!” The man started thrashing in earnest, trying to buck Miles off. “What are they feeding you?”

Miles grinned. “Spiders.”

Miguel grimaced at the bad taste in humor.

“Got something to say?”

Miguel crossed his arms. “Just call the cops, ma’am.”

The young lady seemed a bit put off by the use of the title but pulled out her phone regardless. She spoke quietly to the operator.

“Listen, kid. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t call me that,” Miles snapped.

“Sorry, man! It was a lapse in judgment!” He pleaded. “It won’t happen again!”

Miles hummed. “Sure it won’t.”

“I’m serious! My family needs the money!”

“I bet. But you were just begging to be caught.”

“No! I was desperate!”

“Stupid more like. In broad daylight, in a relatively busy area, running straight at three dudes.” Miles was right, especially when there was potentially a Spiderman swinging around.

A pair of cops turned the corner. How uncharacteristically quick of them. Well, like Miles said, the man wasn’t really thinking; broad daylight and only down the street from a busy intersection. The thief tossed and thrashed about trying to dislodge Miles, but it was a futile attempt. Miguel could relate. “Fuck off, kid!” Oh, that was a mis–

Miles slammed the man's head into the concrete.

Miguel could relate to that too. He turned away to watch the woman approach the officers. She spoke with them as they came closer.

“Miguel,” Miles said, getting up from the cursing thief, who was swiftly placed in handcuffs. “Finish your snack.”

Miguel looked down at the slightly cooled waffle pieces and frowned. It surely wouldn’t be as good now. Still, he ate without complaint. The Spot stared at him unabashedly. “What?” he asked.

The Spot shrugged. “Nothing.”

Miguel hated this, hated feeling stuck between them. Miles was manic and volatile. The Spot was awkward and enigmatic. He first thought the Spot would be the heinous one, egging Miles on and whispering dark things in his ear. But it was the opposite. The Spot was the practical one, telling Miles when to take a break or if a plan was too reckless. Sometimes he would just sit there and… watch… silently. It was weird and off putting and Miguel never knew what to think of the villain. And Miles… Miles was a different beast altogether.

Miguel tried to escape multiple times. Clearly, none of them successful, but every time Miles dished out a cruel form of punishment for trying. The beatings were the easiest to take. He fought back, he always did, but perhaps they were taking their toll on him mentally, more than he anticipated. He fought back, but it felt almost like an obligation rather than real effort. Escape felt so out of reach. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

Sometimes Miles was crueler. Sometimes he would bring a civilian inches from death and make them beg Miguel for their lives. Other times he would jump to a new universe and bring New York to its knees. He has not yet brought them to another Nueva York. He might be waiting for just the right reason to punish Miguel like that again…

And then there was the odd punishment of simply seeing Miles. Punishment was perhaps not the right word, but it felt like it. Seeing Miles just be… a kid, seeing the kid Miles could have been– should have been, felt… He should have been a boy rather than a monster, but he wasn’t, and that was in large part Miguel’s fault. And that felt bad .

It felt wrong. Miguel spent his life fighting monsters. He did his best to protect everyone from them. And yet– What he is now is all you, Miguel .

Miguel sucked his teeth in frustration.

Miles quirked a brow in his direction. “What’s got your pants in a grump?”

Miguel looked at him incredulously. “Pants in a grump?"

“Grumpy pants, but different.”

“What?”

“Ah, you wouldn’t get it.” He whipped around. “Hey, lady! You good?”

“Yes! Thank you so much” She smiled at him and nodded towards Miguel and the Spot.

“Sure,” Miles couldn’t help but return the awkward smile.

More boy than monster. Miles had been a good kid just trying his best. He was left with a great responsibility on his shoulders. He hadn’t been perfect, a little awkward (but not like Miguel could talk), but he was good. He stood with her as the police took her statement. He gave a reassuring thumbs up whenever she would look his way.

Miguel huffed a small chuckle. “Still that friendly neighborhood Spiderman,” he murmured.

The Spot’s head snapped to look at him, followed by an incredulous scoff.

Miles stilled and pinned him with a stare. “Wanna repeat that?”

Shit.

Miles could taste the anxiety rolling off him. “I know it was posed as a question, but that wasn’t a request.”

He licked his lips as his mouth suddenly became dry. “Miles.”

“Miguel.”

“I didn’t mean–”

“No. Go on.”

“I don’t think that’s–”

“You're stalling.”

“I’m not,” he hissed. “I just thought–” He sucked in breath. “For as much as you call yourself a villain, you still have that spark of Spiderman.”

Miles tilted his head. “I never was though, right, Miguel?”

“Miles.” He should have never worded it like that, but he had let his anger and frustration get the better of him. But realizing that now, would not change the course either of them were on. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“But it’s how I want it to be.”

“Miles,” he growled.

Miles turned back to the woman. “You’re done here, right? You should leave.”

“O-oh.” She looked between them nervously. “Alright.” She asked the officers if she was done giving her statement and once she got the nod of confirmation she thanked them before scurrying out onto the main road.

“Do you need to take our statements too, officers?” Miles asked.

“Miles, don’t,” Miguel hissed.

The officers approached them.

“Miles! I’m serious.”

“So am I. Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”

“Miles–”

“Correct!”

The officers were blind to Miles' intentions. They see the good natured teen that helped a woman get her purse back from a runaway thief. They do not see the potential he has. They do not see the violence that pumped through his heart. The foolish sheep walked into the maw of the beast.

Miles' claws activated. They were slow. Basically civilians with a smidge more authority. The first one died in a blink, the head rolling off his shoulders before the other could register what was happening.

Miguel’s foot was only able to shift its weight before–

“Kneel,” Miles commanded.

The cuffs dragged Miguel to the ground.

The officer pulled his firearm and fired.

Miles dodged the first bullet. The second landed uselessly in his claws. As did the third. And fourth. And fifth. And the rest of them until the officer’s gun was empty and his trembling hand attempted to reload it.

“Call for backup,” Miles offered.

The man fumbled with his radio.

“Miles,” Miguel’s voice strained. “I misspoke! You don’t have to do this!”

“No, you didn’t.” Miles waited until the man was halfway through his first sentence on the radio before extending the red holo of his claws to drag the feeble man over to him. The man screamed.

“Miles!”

“Do you know why we’re here, Miguel?” The man scrabbled uselessly at the ground, trying to delay his death, even if only by a few seconds. “Do you know what universe this is?” He didn’t even wait for Miguel to answer. “This is Earth-18119.”

Miguel’s eyes widened. Spinneret’s universe.

“What better way to draw out Spiders than to shake their web?”

Only when the officer finally screamed his voice hoarse, did Miles kill him with a swift strike to the chest. Miguel stared despondent at the two corpses that littered the area that moments before had Miles stopping a thief and comforting the victim.

“Everyone of your little Spider soldiers are right here.” Miles lifted his left gauntlet, the red screen screaming back at Miguel. The profiles of Spiderman, Spinneret, and Spiderling clear under the word ‘target’. “ Your incessant stalking and need for control really backfired on you, huh?”

Miguel’s heart hammered in his chest. “Miles, you’ve made your point. Please!”

“There’s no point to be made.” Miles turned to him, blood splattered across his cheek. “If anything, I’ve finally seen things your way.”

“This is not what–”

“Spiderman is suffering.”

“Spiderman is sacrifice!”

“Then may their sacrifice bring you great suffering.”

“Miles!” Miguel pleaded. “I’m sorry! You were right! I should have tried! I should have let you try!”

Miles chuckled. It left a small smile behind that grew the more Miguel struggled against his binds. The sounds of thwips overhead were the opening curtains to The Anomaly’s show. The mask engulfed his face. “We love the introspection, but you’re not sorry. Not really. But don’t worry, you will be.”

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