#dr hoffnarr x reader

[rotshop]

You’re alright! I just got a little confused so I wanted to know, I also remember you saying you have 2B as one of your favs so I didn’t know it the Deimos stuff was bothering you. (Also don’t worry about bullying Deimos, he’s my favorite which means he gets EXTRA bullying from me (especially as Dedmos)).

2b MAY be a fav of mine but any madness combat character makes the little termites in my brain go ehehhehrepeerznebxcjekdksjejxjjejejwwiwiewu /pos

ALSO you have no idea how deranged i am abt hof so!!! i apologize in advance

Hofnarr

Chances are you messed with him a little bit at first lol. You would appear in his line of sight for a few seconds before walking around a corner or doorway and disappearing. YES it was a little mean but like..cmon...it was..a little funny...anyway eventually you like. actually show yourself when he's alone working on the improbability drive. (you just kinda loomed over him and went 'Whats that?' right next to his ear just to see him jump)

At first he was. a little scared of you. Listen. Listen he is like. relatively tall. You are fucking Skyscraper height compared to him. Not to mention, you are a pitch black figure who's been haunting him for like a week now with no word and you have ZERO facial features and he was a little too focused on his work to have really caught your tone SO he has no clue what you might be like. needless to say he is batting zero.

He kind of. hesitantly and very nervously explains his project to you for. some reason. While you just sit and listen to him. You just kinda go 'Oh cool' and then stay there and watch. He's still a little unnerved but he just keeps quiet about it.

You both just kinda fall into that routine of you showing up late at night and watching him work for a while and he warms up to you pretty quickly. It isn't long before he's distracted from the drive because he's too busy rambling to you about some memory of his or some random thing he seen that day. He can't feel too guilty abt it though because he's a little too caught up by ur laugh,,it makes him feel warm,,,

also the first time it got cold and you passed The Fuck Out he almost cried. he thought you just dropped dead or dipped bc it was late at night and he couldn't see you very well in the dark. he prefers if you stay at his apartment or whatever when it gets cold so he can keep an eye on you (also because he's really scared of other scientists finding you and freaking out and hurting you)

Tricky

For him it's probably a case of either 'oh i wonder what happened to my funny little scientist friend' or 'I GOTTA know what this guys deal is' when it comes to him.

if its the first one then you might've tried to call him Hofnarr to which he did NOT respond very well. you just tried to excuse it as best as you could. you said you'd confused him for someone else which..he doubted. like. he's fucking Deranged but he knows he doesn't look like many other people cmon. BUUUTTT on the other hand you dont seem to have eyes so. yknow.

ANYWAY he's super curious about you. thought you were the auditor first and tried to attack you but it didn't work out lmao. after that though he just kind of. stares at you a lot. and also pokes and prods at you because he's curious. ALSO tries to climb you.

whenever he climbs on you you tend to have to either just kind of. let him cling to your shoulder or just hold him. he's made a grab at your halo before but you kind of. scolded him abt it and said you didn't like it. he doesn't know why but he felt really guilty abt it and actually apologized. not a super long and heartfelt apology but still an apology nevertheless

you passed out around him once and instead of waking up to chaos like you'd expected you'd just woken up and went 'oh hey. im laying on him. cool.' he'd panicked at first bc oh shit!!! friend down :(( but he just did his best to calm down and also make you comfortable while you took ur ufcking ummm surprise nap <3. even dragged some old curtain over to act as a blanketfor you while you laid ur head on his lap or stomach

you hold him like a chihuahua while he bites at your hands (endearingly, like you know how cats give love bites or whatever?? he does that to you.)

you holding tricky: Do you have a fucking problem.

hank who's been staring for like 5 minutes now because he thinks you're the auditor and hes so fucking confused:

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[rotshop]

if i were any stronger of a man i would b writing hof + jeb + s/o angst soooo much .

[ tw body horror + experimentation under the cut, reader is a wild goddamn animal / monster , blood mention ]

i just think reader deserves to be pretty nice and kind, not the most stand-outish person (especially among all the more eccentric personalities in nexus) but you're respected enough for your advancements and for being pretty ok to work with. You're a breath of normality and a sort of lingering sense of 'hey, we're still just a bunch of people,' for most. Anyway you're also besties w/ hof and jeb lol. You three might not work super closely together project wise but it's not uncommon to see the three of you together. You give each other advice on your respective works-in-progress and just try and calm down a little while talking about whatever comes to mind.

Maybe what happens to you is an accident, something as simple as a miscalculation overlooked by sleep-deprived eyes, an unfortunate catch of your feet and a trip. Maybe it's brought on after a slow decline, normality crumbling to something else- something more 'eccentric,' more mad, as you delve into the world of self-experimentation, walking further and further down a path not ventured.

Maybe it just happens. Maybe they try their best to prevent it. End of the day, the results still the same.

Your sudden disappearance and locked office-door could've been explained away with you being sick or away on business you'd forgotten to mention. It could've, if it weren't for the new project file sitting right next to Gestalt's on the very same day you'd taken your leave, if it didn't have such little information (that was legible, at least, even with Hofnarr's high access there were still blocks and blocks of blacked out text) aside from one 'Dr. [name],' that sits with an explanation that's not for their eyes to see. Maybe that's the snapping point for Jeb- the thing that makes him storm to Phobos' office without stopping for any guard who asks him to. Maybe all Hof can do is sit and stare, doing his best to avoid the inevitable conclusion with an ever-weakening smile and shaking hands with nails that dig into his arms desperately for some sort of clutch.

Maybe there's a sense of finality when they finally see you. An overwhelming numbness that cancels out any real shock or fear at the torn skin and long, sharpened claws. There's nothing at the large teeth that're stuck bared, at the collar that sits tight around your neck, the dried blood that clutches onto your flesh and stains the floor under you with sticky crimson, or the spikes that pierce your body here and there. There's little left of you, the distant shreds of a white coat (the clips still on it, card long since been snapped off in fear you would learn and escape with it) and some matted, grimy hair that mirrors yours.

Maybe there's a question that's falling past Hof's lips before he can think twice about it at the miserable state you're in. Maybe there's a moment of hesitation in whatever on-site guard bears witness to it, clicking their tongue distastefully before stepping aside wordlessly as the door opens. Maybe the two of them find themselves walking towards you despite how you're pushing yourself up off the floor (you struggle with it- one of your arms giving underneath your weight before you can finally get yourself up, arms and legs still shaking with the energy you just don't have), backing away slowly with some low, threatening sound that shakes uncertainly. Maybe they only stop in front of you, Hof closer while Jeb's a few steps further. Maybe there's a pause of you staring down at him motionlessly, not making any move to swipe at him or sink your teeth into him mercilessly. Maybe he's wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you close as best as he can with the height difference as he winces some little 'I missed you,' through the beginnings of tears. Maybe you're frozen in confusion and shock as Jeb walks over to join the two of you, one arm around Hoff while the other hand rests on your arm in an attempt to mirror the action. Maybe there's a choked sound leaving your throat as you nuzzle into them, carefully pulling them closer with your own arms wrapped loosely around the two of them.

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[rotshop]

y'all sleep on him so much so if you wont make the content then I will. /threat (/j)

aka i have a headache and i love him and also i kept thinking abt this so ahaaaaa,,poorly written but i have SO many ideas about this so maybe ill do a better version of this later

tw ; talk of / descriptions of body horror, eye horror / bloodshot eyes, possible self harm (in the form of scratching), description of gore / injury, and mouth gore / horror (also possibly a little bit of dissociation)

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It all started with an anomaly during an experiment. At first, it seemed like nothing big ; it was just a minor error that'd ended up in you being a little sore and tired. All you'd need was some rest and you'd be fine in no time. Hofnarr had been so relieved to hear those words, completely overlooking the out of place nagging at the back of his mind. A small, barely little noticeable drip of another emotion.

Dread.

For a while, it'd seemed like that was the case. For the first day or two you'd been a little bit cramped and groggy but it wasn't anything intense. He remembers making some little joke about it to you in the morning, earning a little eye roll and half hearted threat he'd just laughed at. It never seemed like it would be anything more than just a brief lull in behavior he'd look back on with a small smile. It was nice at the time, just being able to joke about it casually and then go about your days.

Yet, other things started taking it's place once those symptoms had departed. The first thing he noticed was your eyes. He'd gone to ask you about some test you'd conducted with your own lab partner, only to flinch once he'd noticed. You'd seemed dully surprised yourself when he'd quickly asked what was wrong, like you hadn't even noticed how bloodshot your eyes were. He'd made you go see one of the medics there, walking alongside you and holding onto your hand while he questioned you about it.

You'd laughed at how panicked he'd seemed, making him go quiet as he looked over at you. Despite his nerves and how worried he was, he could admit he loved that sound. You'd teased him about it, something about how he'd be a silver fox in days if he kept worrying about you like this. He'd rolled his eyes and gave your hand a squeeze, ignoring the smile that'd broken out and the blood that'd rushed to his face. You two were good at playing off each other like that ; you just fit each other, in simple terms.

The visit to the medic hadn't yielded too much help. They'd taken a look at your eyes and quizzed you on it, noticeably confused by your answers. They had eventually just given a short -half-forced- smile and told you to try and stay away from screens and try some eye drops. It wasn't the best help of course, yet it was probably for the better that it'd been such a simple response. Hofnarr didn't miss how they'd turned to the other medic in the room once you two had left. The medic was visibly distraught as they'd talked to the other, obviously confused. He felt that nagging feeling come back, a little closer this time.

Over the next few days, the redness in your eyes worsened. Every time he came to visit you they looked more and more reddened, till there was no white in your eyes at all. They were just your pupils and iris on a solid, red background. You'd noticed how every time he visited he'd seemed increasingly concerned about your state. You tried to joke it off or at the very least to brush his worries off, giving a small, noticeably tired smile as you reassured him. You were just as lost as him on this, you just didn't want to admit it nor to let him get so worked up over you.

Another thing he'd noticed was the way you scratched at your skin, mainly around your jaw. At first he'd let it slide, only really mentally noting whenever he'd seen before forgetting as you asked him something. Then he noticed how irritated the skin there had gotten, doing his best to try and distract you by grabbing your hand or asking you about the first thing that popped into his mind. It worked to..varying degrees. Eventually, he'd caved in and asked you about it, he'd never forget that look of realization and surprise on your face. You didn't ever notice, not even when you were practically tearing at the flesh, you barely even felt like you were doing it.

You gave each other a brief look, silence permeating the air. Then you laughed, forced and stilted and changed the topic. He wanted to say something more, ask for something, anything really. Yet, as he noticed how tense you were, he realized he wasn't going to get any answers. So, he followed along, forced a smile, and held your hand tighter.

It'd come to a head when he was working with Jeb, you were down the hall and he'd planned on going to check on you once he was done looking over some of their results. The former had been saying something, pointing some trend out but Hof could just barely hear it. Part of him felt guilty that he was barely listening to his friend talk, but..he just couldn't focus. He was blanking all while thinking about everything, accomplishing nothing despite how long he'd spent sitting and losing himself in it. He was sure that it showed, he felt awful that it showed and he wanted it to. He wanted some sort of reassurance from anyone that you'd be alright ; even so, every time someone tried to tell him that, he'd never believed it.

He'd been snapped out of his thoughts once he'd heard the fast clicks on tile, growing closer before passing by the doorway. He'd turned to look at the source of the noise, catching the briefest glimpse of you and your lab partner. You had your head hung and a hand on your face, movement stiff as you did your best to keep up with their pace. They had their arm around you, quickly leading you off somewhere. He felt that dread boil up faster than it ever had before, it was all so wrong.

He'd made some quick excuse to Jeb, something weak and vague before getting up and rushing after you two. The other had made some noise of surprise, attempting to call after him to no avail. It didn't take him too long to catch up, noticing your partner standing outside of the medics office once more. They were stumbling over their words trying to explain something, speaking too quickly to make any kind of sense. Their hands were buried in their hair, making a mess of it as they clutched onto it tightly in some ugly mix of frustration and desperation.

He'd slowed down, staring at the two for a moment as he tried to make any kind of sense of what they were saying. He felt that dread shift into something else, something number yet just as deafening. He'd turned to peer into the room, seeing the other medic grabbing bottles of alcohol and rolls of bandages from cabinets quickly, narrowly avoiding dropping said items in shaky hands. You had your back facing the door, despite that though, you'd apparently known he was there as you turned to look over your shoulder. He could see that same numb feeling in your red eyes, gaze falling lower onto the mess of crimson and stained white.

It'd taken him a moment to process. He felt like he barely even recognized what it was as he stared at you, motionless and expressionless. There was a chunk of flesh and vessels missing from the side of your face, exposing teeth and viscera underneath it. He didn't feel like he was even there in that moment, like at any moment he'd wake up in bed and tell you about it later to hear you laugh. Yet, distantly, he knew it wasn't. He was never that lucky.

That night he'd broke and so had you. He'd convinced you to stay with him, to which you'd agreed without argument. He remembers so vividly holding you close to him, clutching onto you tightly while you did the same to him. You both wanted to say something, something to help or to even just confess. Neither of you did, words falling pale at what they were meant to represent, so you simply stayed and let yourselves be selfish and hoard the other for a time.

Neither of you showed up to work the next day. You knew it was a dumb idea but you couldn't bring yourselves to. You both knew you wouldn't accomplish much more than wandering aimlessly and writing down false information. It was a feeling of cold emptiness neither of you wanted to face without holding the other close for some semblance of warmth.

Overtime things seemed to worsen and worsen, more of your skin fell, your teeth and claws growing sharper and more noticeable, voice getting rougher. Eventually, you'd switched to using short phrases out loud, along with small grunts and other wordless noises to answer questions when you could. At one point you'd broken down, apologizing to Hof for everything you hadn't done, everything you hadn't any hand in or any ability to change. You remember hearing him laugh quietly, warmth returning to him in fullness for a moment a s he held the sides of your face gently, careful as he brushed along the scars that marred your skin. He'd reassured you it was fine, he was happy as long as you were ok, he was happy to do whatever he could to make your life easier, he loved you after-all.

You remember feeling his tears and your own mix when his lips pressed against what was left of yours.

Pain had started to pass even as you continued to change and grow. Even as more of your co-workers who you'd once called friends grew distant from you, some out of fear and others disgust. Even as more people started to view you as something monstrous and horrifying, Hof still thought you were the most breathtaking person he'd seen.

Even now as he stares at the red mockery of the sky that Nevada holds he can't help but smile. He can feel your head resting on his chest, quiet purrs coming from your figure as a tail occasionally twitches behind you. You're still fast asleep, quietly content to rest a while longer. He finds himself letting go of a breath he didn't know he was holding as he looks down at you once more. This is happiness.

#the ending is so weak but i haev a migraine SOOOOOO (crushes you like a soda can) /j #dr hoffnarr x reader #dr hofnarr x reader #would this count as tricky x reader. i dont think so. yeah no #madness combat x reader #madness combat imagines #madcom x reader #madcom imagines #please heed the warnings though #rot writes

[rotshop]

hiiiiiii i have a disease,,,im gonna make a seperate post for 8 other characters i had in mind w/ this same prompt for the sake of me not dying <3

anyway here's a few random madcom characters + an animal s/o because im deranged <3333333

Hank

-this one is a LITTTLEE easy i will admit but,,,Cat,,,,,it just fits!!!!

-he's very good at just kind of. dealing with whatever it is that you kinda throw at him. if you randomly decide you wanna try and take up all the space on his bed (good luck, its fucking Big) that's ok, he'll just lay down next to you somehow. if you decide you wanna lay on him then whoops!! he's stuck there till you get up now lol. (the amount of times deimos and sanford come back from missions and just see him sitting on the couch with you laying on his lap is uncountable,,,each time he just makes a gesture for them to be quiet so they dont wake you)

-VERY gentle w/ you, especially after becoming a mag. he always pets you very carefully with his more normal hand because he's scared of hurting you (there was one time he'd accidentally nicked you a little with his claws and he felt SO bad, kept fussing and asking if you were alright afterwards)

-you both purr!! his is a little louder than yours naturally but he kind of. tries to force it to be quieter because he wants to hear you :[ you kind of. get him into the habit of not doing that so instead he just lays his head on your chest or stomach so he can hear / feel it

-he can pick you up so easily its really funny. exactly ONE time on a mission where you were about to get hit from behind while dealing with another grunt and he just like??? SWEPT you up off the ground and wrecked their shit. the entire time you're just kind of there like 🧍

Sanford

-I'm so serious about this one dont even TALK to me. bnnuy.

-HE JUST THINKS UR CUTE!!!!,,,,ur a lot smaller in comparison to him (dont even get him started on how you look standing next to hank or any mag agents) and it makes him go :] ,,, on that note 9/10 he's carrying you around, he just likes picking you up and holding you since it's real easy and its a way of keeping you close to him (also he likes showing off his strength to you a little bit but shhh)

-rip to you though because you've got more sensitive hearing and. if you've heard his voice lines. then you know. this man. isn't always the quietest. BUT as soon as he noticed how you kinda flinch whenever he's yelling something on a mission or to one of the others then he apologizes a bunch and does his best to keep it to a minimum around you,,

-deimos is a menace and he would try and get san to confess to you a bunch'a times and it would usually just end in him trying to like. cover your ears or something so he can tell deimos to stfu. it barely works but its funny as fuck to see your confused expression and sans flustred one to dei

-all in all he just thinks you're really cute and kind of funny...sometimes you just kind of. sit down next to him and kind of stare because you want him to pet you lmao. on that same note at some point you just kinda. got into the habit of coming to his room to lay down with / around him and he just <:']

Sheriff

-AS MUCH AS I LOVE CATPERSON + SHERIFF,,,fox,,,,,,,,

-You're incredibly sly and fast, directly complimenting his more flighty nature. he is a coward who avoids danger and you ARE said danger, u are fucking deranged <3. at first he kinda thought of you as an enemy because you kept swooping in and saving him but the entire time you kind of. dragged him around like a ragdoll SJFFDJWCDS,,,you're running off as you pull him by the hand to follow you and you like. looked over your shoulder and gave this fanged smile back at him and he just . his brain fucing exploded you killed him. he didn't stop thinking abt it for like 3 days.

-anyways. you run circles around him its crazy, you two playfight and roughouse a lot. however he did have to ban you from biting too hard because you accidentally drew blood one time,,,,,u were apologetic and you kept checking the wound to make sure it was ok and that he was doing alright,,he wont admit it but he thought it was funny to see you all worried abt him, teases you about it but you just bare your fangs (jokingly) and threaten to do it again. he just gets flustered and rolls his eyes with a little scoff.

-you make a lot of like. squeaks and yips when you're excited or otherwise kinda worked up and he thinks they're real funny. he tries to imitate them but he ends up failing and 10/10 you hear his voice crack BUT he still considers it a win when it makes you laugh so :)

-admittedly he does poke and prod a lot lmao. he likes to trace your paws and to kinda. brush against your claws a little because he thinks they're really cool. also again this mans fucking weird, he's stuck his hand in your mouth before because he wanted to fuck w/ ur sharp teeth again. you bit him. he does not do this anymore.

Hofnarr

-(looks at a very specific mutual) hey. yeah no hof cat s/o lol

-he just!!! thinsk you're neat :) he really likes how sweet you can be and also still be evil and fucked up if you so please. you cause problems on purpose and he has to get you out of trouble lmao, SO...most times you just kinda stick around him (unless u have ur own work to do) and watch what he does. sometimes he'll have you help him out with certain things, eventually you kind of just. start picking up knowledge abt this and the first time you say something before he almost messes up on something he's just kinda 'oh yeah ur right....HEY WAIT YOU REMEMBERED-' he doesn't know WHY but it just makes him happy

-it is. admittedly. a little nerve wracking. to be nonhuman. in a lab that sometimes experiments on people. and nonhuman people. for some kind of obvious reasons. so he gets a little nervous about that sometimes. he does his best to kind of keep you out of serious trouble bc of that, keeps you away from phobos or any of his higher ups like him as much as he possibly can because he's scared of what they might do to you :[

-ON A MORE LIGHT HEARTED NOTE,,,u two stay up pretty late at the lab a lot. you just kinda help him out and you both get carried away. it's not an uncommon sight to any night guards or janitors to see you both talking in the dark with only like. a kinda dim lamp on as you both work. its like 1/4 you actually getting things done and 3/4s you two just talking about whatever comes into mind, he shows his more casual and laid-back nature in these moments especially. also not uncommon for people to see you both passed out in his lab curled up against eachother lol

-pets you absentmindedly a lot,,he isn't sure why he does it he just!! does!! he just kinda subconsciously reaches for you (sometimes you have to kinda. put your head under his hand for him which he appreciates). also likes messing with ur paws and claws a little, he's a lot more careful though since he's nicked himself on your nails before

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i cooka da pizza , i horror da body ,, and YOU kill murder chompa da person ,,

n e ways enjoy but heed the warnings !! ;;]

The Loves of my Entire Life

tw ; descriptions +/ talk of body horror, gore, blood, breaks ins / home intrusion and murder

The shift in Nevada's society and over-all structure had changed drastically over time. This wasn't anything new to say or anything remotely unfathomable. It was a simple fact of the matter that people seemed to grow used to, slowly numbing and adjusting to it all. Sure, it was a grim thought in retrospect but..it happens. Well, rarely it happens, nobody really knew if there was another case like this somewhere out there. Nobody really cared about that thought anymore either.

Hofnarr had changed with Nevada in several ways. For the most part, he'd been able to keep some slivers of his old life. He was still in a home like his old one (he wasn't sure how it'd been left in such fine condition, he didn't bother asking questions about luck like this), he was still intact, and he still had you. Granted, you'd had much more noticeable changes in yourself as well.

He'd become far more of a morning person, much to his and your surprise. His previous habit of staying up all night working turning into him waking up far too early for your taste. He was always careful to not wake you when he got up, even just laying there until you got up yourself sometimes. Despite everything, despite all the new fears and things to worry about, despite the risks of dying at any given moment-

he doesn't think he's ever slept this well.

At first he'd just joked that it was because you were warm or because the weight of your arms around him or your head on his chest was comforting. It wasn't entirely a lie, either which way, you really did help him feel at peace. Then he'd started to think on it more and more, zoning out for a period as he went over the thought. While he was still stressed, scared and overwhelmed at times, he felt freed.

He didn't have to worry about performing perfectly under deadlines and watchful eyes. He didn't have to worry about being completely professional nor about jokes and attempts at small talk that fell flat under unamused sighs and stares. He didn't have to worry about Phobos, his job, anything of that manner. It felt nice.

Though, of course, there were still times he had to remember it wasn't always peachy.

It was another one of those nights where he'd woken up in the middle of it. They weren't annoyingly common but they weren't rare either, most times he was able to toss and turn a little and then fall back asleep. This time though, it proved to be more stubborn. Despite him only having really slept for an hour or two, he felt perfectly awake.

He felt a sigh pass by his lips as he begrudgingly sat up, idling for a moment as he fought against his lack of motivation to get up. Briefly, he'd glanced over his shoulder to look at you, shifting his focus temporarily in hopes it'd help. It did. You were still passed out, the majority of your figure hidden under a blanket, save for your hand that stuck out from under it.

He couldn't help the little chuckle that'd bubbled up in his throat at the sight. Carefully, he'd reached and held onto it for a moment, either as some sort of wordless signal he would be back (he was sure you wouldn't have known, he just didn't know how else to explain it and he was still flustered to admit he just liked feeling your touch sometimes). He could feel your hand twitch a bit, distantly registering the weight of his. He'd smiled at that, brushing a thumb over your skin gently, grinning to himself when he'd heard the familiar rumble of you purring. He'd stayed there for a moment or two, simply enjoying the little moment of affection before he'd hesitantly pulled his hand away.

He'd shook his head slightly, some sort of attempt to clear it as he stood up, cringing internally at the cold of the floorboards. Nevada could get bitingly frigid at night, it'd been hard to adjust to given how blistering it was when the red sky rose, but you'd both done your best. It was dark ; furniture and walls as guides only being vague shapes and outlines in his vision. It'd been hard to find his way around at night when everything had first spiraled, with no sun that meant no moon, much to his grimace. Luckily though, you start to gain muscle memory of your house after the nth day there, it was a small blessing he could enjoy.

Gingerly, he'd pulled a cup from one of the cabinets, hoping he could just get a glass of water then lay back down. His previous restlessness had melted into a sleepless exhaustion, something he hoped to change soon. He'd felt any lingering wisps of sleep snap away when he'd heard that one sound he'd grown so accustomed to.

A click.

"Put your hands where I can see them," the voice was rough, scratched and bruised in its heaviness.

Just from that voice he knew he didn't have any chance of fighting without any sort of proper weapon. He could only hope and pray for another stroke of luck, though he knew the chances of such a thing were low. He only vaguely registered how his grip had tightened on the glass, nails pressing hard against it as his mouth ran dry.

"Are you deaf? Did you not just fucking hear what I said?" They'd barked, irritation obvious, "I said, put your fucking hands where I can see them and maybe you won't paint the walls red."

He'd swallowed at that, struggling for some sort of thought on what to really do here. Slowly and hesitantly he'd set the glass aside, raising his hands with growing anxiety. The air was thick in its gore, danger laying heavily in it. Though, after a moment of reconsideration and distantly hearing the steps of his visitor grow closer, he realized that in full.

It wasn't the gun that was the danger. It wasn't the intruder that was the danger. There weren't any others outside that were a danger. There was something far more controlled, far more quiet, far too still despite the adrenaline, and far too familiar for him to be afraid of it.

He'd hesitated once more as he spoke up, "Please take this outside."

He could hear the start of a sentence, the beginning of a breath before it died on the intruder's tongue. There was a shout of surprise as metal clattered to the floor, weight being dragged around like a rag doll as you lumbered away. He could hear how the struggle grew more distant, carried out through a door and into the unforgiving winds of Nevada.

He was thankful you had as much control over yourself as you did, it wasn't fun cleaning up the first few times this sort of thing had happened. There was still stains from it in the wood, the grooves between boards being recolored a dark crimson for the price of a disposed body. It was a reminder of how brutal you could be. It sounded odd, maybe even a little insulting, but you seemed like a personification of Nevada.

You could be gentle and a home when you wanted to, even with all the claws and teeth. You were strong and skilled in endurance, scrambling back up whenever you were knocked down. You could be brutal, rendering flesh and turning figures inside out in crude distortions of themselves. You were vast in a way that he found comforting while others never found it at all, never getting the chance to over the gurgling of their own lives bubbling up their throats.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there, only really snapping back to it after you he heard the door open and close once more. He'd turned to look back at you, the dark hiding you along with everything else even as you drew closer, him feeling it more than he heard it. He'd let go of his breath for a moment as he took his own steps closer to you, careful as he wrapped his arms around your torso.

Your hands hovered for a brief moment over him, the smell of copper gave a silent explanation as to why. You'd taken another moment before carefully putting your own around him as best as you could, having to lean down to close the difference in height and uncomfortably hold your hands away from his shirt. It wasn't the most pleasant of positions, bones uncomfortably arched and muscles awkwardly pulled to form it. Despite the way your body groaned under itself, it was paid off by the little murmur you could just barely make out under the ringing silence of the night.

'Thank you.'

#hof is that one 'so true beasty' post ill die in this hill fuck you #dr hofnarr x reader #dr hoffnarr x reader #madness combat imagines #madness combat x reader #madcom imagines #madcom x reader #rot writes #my entire brain is just 'GRRR ARK BARK SNNNRNSNNEDKEDL' rn

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listen. listen i just think. i just th

#auditor reader #rot writes #SORTA. #just since there's hints of xreader and. idk #dr hofnarr x reader #dr hoffnarr x reader #i love him so much you do not UNDERSTAND !!.

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Bro can i get a mother fucking uhhhhhhhh hofnarr x reader? Maybe some hcs?

(STARTS AaRKIGN LIKE A FERAL DGO) im normal.

but YEAH ofc u can!!!! these're just kinda general misc ideas i got <;] hope they're okay!!!

(under a cut for sake of my nonmadcom besties <3)

-most times he's really jokey and light-hearted with you. im ASSUMING u would also be a scientist so y'all already got enough stress going on at work and he doesn't want you to kinda deal with that more than u gotta y'know!! he likes to take your mind off of work as best as he can whenever he can, whether it just be by talking about something you're or he's interested in or anythin like that!!

-big fan of hugging you from behind (if its comfy with you!!) and kissing you on the cheek,,,he just likes little simple shows of affection and intimacy like that,,,also 90% of the time he's holding your hand or you two have ur like. pinkys laced together if ur both workin on something

-SPEAKING OF THAT ; if you two can work near each other he likes to sit next to you and just kind of. reach over to place a little kiss on your hand or something every now and then when he's hit something of a mental roadblock or he just wants to,,lol (IF you do the same to him he goes fuckin g bonkers!!! it makes him really happy whenever you openly show affection back to him, whether it be physical or something else!)

-also he excitedly rambles to you a lot, he makes a lot of big sweeping gestures with his hands as he goes on with a big smile,,,sometimes he'll hit a breakthrough that's especially helpful and he'll just pick you up and spin you around or something he's just!!! aaa!! if you share the excitement then it's especially prominent

-believe it or not he is actually like. decently physically strong, nothing super noticeable or anything but!! hes' able to pick you up :)

-he's always gotta be holding you (again!! if ur ok with it :] ) if you two sleep together. he especially likes when you lay your head on his chest or if you let him do the same to you,,honestly if you let him lay / lean on you then he's just rlly happy abt it in gen, like i said!! he's always happy knowing his affections are returned

-he's not super confident and doesn't think of himself as a very special or noticeable guy so he's especially effected by you showing him affection or kind of. showing him off

#i love him a normal amount #dr hofnarr x reader #dr hoffnarr x reader #madness combat imagines #madness combat x reader #madcom imagines #madcom x reader