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mara-xx217 · 7 months

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I'd love to see some general yandere pocketcat hcs (termina) like does he treat reader differently then the others and try to help reader out (maybe bargaining for something in return). Or just how their dynamic would be and how he would act to the object of his obsession affections.

Omg yes I LIVE for yandere Pocketcat Istg-

Warnings: Yandere, Implied Non-con, Obsessive/Possessive Tendencies, Stalking, Voyeurism, Somnophilia

Yandere!Pocketcat Headcanons

All contestants report on feeling like they are always being watched, but none are being watched as closely as you and a certain one-eyed doctor...

You meet Pocketcat far earlier than anyone else. He's had an eye on you for some time and now that the game is afoot, he has no need to hold back in introducing himself.

That masked gentleman could be considered charming... but something about him makes you physically sick. You can't put your finger on it, but after the horrors you've seen so far in the few hours you've been in Prehevil, you now trust your gut instinct and keep your distance.

Melodrama should be Pocketcat's middle name, because you not shaking his hand and viewing him with suspicion has him reeling and acting as though you have struck him with the rusty pipe you managed to pick up from a trash pile.

He believes that persistence is key to any budding relationship, so just one rebuttal (or a few dozen with escalating responses) won't be enough to dissuade him from pursuing you. Pocketcat will be relentless as he 'courts' you, always offering you advice, a new possible way forward or... something else, but always for a price. You never asked what that price was because you knew you wouldn't like the answer you would receive.

It hurts him, how resistant you are to his advances. Though... there was one moment where you would be vulnerable to his charms...

You aren't safe anywhere, even on the train or in the Bop. Pocketcat knew that you were the one. The one. You may resist while awake but in the midst of sleep, you were honest and your body would tell a different story than your mouth would the next time you would meet in the waking world...

'No, no, no...' It was all you said to him. The more you said it, the more it started to sound like 'Yes, yes, yes...!' to Pocketcat. Your refusals would only pull him closer, not push him away. The hook was already set and he was thoroughly ensnared... As were you, though you didn't know it yet.

Pocketcat wouldn't mind if you were to become Moonscorched... Your new, monstrous form only adds to your beauty, not detracts from it.

He would try to drop the 'big L word' love before you would turn... though perhaps you would be more receptive to it with his Master's influence opening your eyes to the truth?

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mara-xx217 · 15 days

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Hii, same person from ao3! I would be very happy if you could make a part 2 for that Pocketcat fic <3

This was in reference to this ask~

There's a hint of Daan/Olivia here solely for the interactions they have together and Pocketcat's dialogue at the museum on the third night.

Warnings: Obsession/Delusions, Stalking, False Memory Implantation, Effects of Moonscorching, Drugging

The third night of the third day...

This was it. You knew it. The handful of remaining survivors knew it. The Trickster god and his servants knew it... It was as though the gates of the Sulfur Pit were about to open here, in Prehevil, at any moment. The sky was a sickly green, too bright for a black night but far too dark for a midday sun. You could see Rher in the sky, watching you with his many eyes as he judged you, sneering down at you and the last remnants of your companions that haven't either died or succumbed to his influence.

There was no where that was safe from the Moon god's influence. You wandered through the streets, feeling sick, feeling lost, feeling as though there was something itching inside of you and begging for release. You don't even know where you are, having nearly been blinded by that goddamned itching that shook you to your core. Are you turning into them, the Moonscorched? It wasn't until you heard a heavy door being thrown open that you realized that you weren't alone.

"O' ho? What do we have here?~"

You recognized that voice. God, it was him, the one that has been following you around since the train first stopped in Prehevil... You've had so many dreams about him, so many fleeting thoughts and things almost akin to memories flooding into your mind that's left you feeling confused and disoriented. Your body reacted violently, a wave of nausea crashing over you as you took a step back from the mask wearing gentleman and the conspicuously empty wheelchair that he was pushing in front of him.

"Why hello there, my favourite friend!~ How I've missed you in the last precious few hours of the night!" The purple mask-wearing man giggled to himself as he halted midstep. He released the wheelchair and seemed to notice just how ill you looked.

"Dear oh dear! My friend, you appear ghastly! If you don't mind me saying, of course! Why not take a seat so the two of us can enjoy the rest of the night together, hmm? There is a fabulous bash going on, as you can see, and it would be a shame of you couldn't partake, even if to enjoy the atmosphere." He gestured over his shoulder and you could only stand there, almost too weak to move , as he stepped around the wheelchair and began to approch you.

"D-Don't- h-ha.... D-Don't... p-please..." Your eyes fell on his trousers and your brows furrow as their pattern looks hauntingly familiar to you.

"W-Wha...? W-Where- ugh- i-is Daan a-and Olivia...?"

Your voice was almost too soft to be heard. Were you losing your mind? You tried to pull away as he gentle took you by the arm but you had literally no energy to spare. Sitting down wasn't the balm that you were hoping it to be. Every bone in your body ached and you could taste blood in your mouth.

"Oh, don't worry about either of them. Daan has taken Olivia to dance not so long ago. If I remember correctly, she is still dancing, even after he's left her." Even though it hurts, your heart skips a beat.

What the hell was he saying...?

Olivia can't walk... she can't even stand with assistance.

W-What the-?

The rumble inside of the museum was agony on your ears and teeth. Every vibration made your vision blur and you were sure that you were about to die at any moment.

Maybe Tanaka and Pav were the lucky ones...

Maybe you should have given up from the very beginning...

"Oh, love... You look positively green!" The masked man tutted, the sound muffled to the point you couldn't even hear it.

"Here, I know something that will help with the pain."

You blink, exhausted as you feel your hair shift from your shoulder. Several locks of your hair fall from your head, though if he notices, he says nothing. A burning sting pricks your neck but the feeling is instantly replaced by a sickening heat that swiftly envelopes your entire body in the blink of an eye.

"There! It's that much better?~ It's thanks to the kind doctor that I have what is necessary to bring you comfort in this last moment of discomfort." The little strength that you had left totally failed you, leaving you slumping in Olivia's chair.

The sight pleased the masked gentleman. You were suffering greatly, thanks to his master's influence. While he couldn't interfere with the greater plan of things, he was by no means disallowed to ease the pain that you felt.

After all, this was a festival, and he was just as allowed to partake in it as the other contestants were...

"Would you have this last dance with me, my love?" He didn't wait for you to answer, merely picking you out of Olivia's wheelchair and forcing you on your feet. He had one arm around your waist and the other around your neck, pressing you flush against his chest as he leaned down and placed his cheek on the top of your head.

"Don't mind all the eyes watching us, turtle dove~ They are in their own little worlds, apart from our own... During this last hour, it will only be you and me... You and me..."

He hummed along to the music that played in the museum, gently swaying to and fro with you in his arms. Your head rolls and lolls, and you can't think of anything other than the desperate need to shed your skin and free yourself from this tortuous existence as something you no longer were....

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mara-xx217 · 8 months

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Good morning/afternoon/night! My internet is really bad at the moment so im not sure when this ask is gonna get through lol :,)

If I remember it correctly, your asks are open! So I decided to try my luck on sending one! (I've only downloaded Tumblr recently so im sorry if this goes badly :,) )

May I ask for a scenario or something like that with Pocketcat obsessing over a poor and desperate soul(aka reader lol) who is just trying to make their way through the Fear and Hunger dungeons/The festival of Termina (It's probably better if you choose lol)? Reader is just trying to go through another day without being attacked in their sleep and maybe smoking some Opium while that goddamn cat is just starting from a corner.

((Im not sure how asks work! Sorry if I made a mistake!!))

Omg yes this is perfectly fine! Everybody loves Pocketcat (me included) so I'm more than happy to answer this lol. Let's set this during the Festival, shall we? :)

You're doing great!

Warnings: Stalking, General Creep Behavior, Pocketcat Deserves His Own Warning, Drug Use

The atmosphere of Prehevil was a buzz with an invisible, cold heat. Your skin had started to tingle the moment you woke up from that terrible dream you had on the train and a throbbing headache that started as a minor annoyance has now turned into a full blown migraine that has you feeling like you've been brained by a lead pipe, a very real possibility given all the pissed off locals that have been attacking you unprompted and out of the blue as you've wandered the mostly deserted streets.

The last few blocks, you've begun to feel as though you were being watched... Every other step you take, you swear that you hear the echo of a footfall that is just barely out of sync of your own. You pause mid step and listen carefully.

...click...

Shit. You don't look over your shoulder, fearing what you might find following you. You shove your hands in your jacket pockets and suddenly pick up your pace, not quite running but not walking casually either. Your fucking head is killing you... You wanted nothing more than to take a hit from your pipe... but you needed to find somewhere relatively safe first. Continuing on, you round several more street corners. You don't stop until you no longer hear any footsteps mirroring your own. Slowing down, you strain your ears once again.

....

Silence. You shuffle to a stop. Your headache is nearly blinding and you sit on a pair of steps that lead into one of the many buildings in Prehevil. Fumbling with your bag, you fish out your smoking pipe, your eyes closed as they were throbbing and painfully dry. You crack an eye open and find a nearly empty matchbook, striking it alight and lighting the pipe that was still partially filled with opium. Extreme, but its all you have.

And your head-

It was sweet relief. The opium was strong and fast acting. Your headache numbed, as did your paranoia. Your heartbeat slowed and you felt yourself fall at ease. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the brief moment of quiet. Has it been only a few hours of this? It almost felt like a lifetime... Your eyes open, blinking as they readjust to the light. And you find yourself startled as there was someone standing down the street opposite of where you sat.

The colour purple was a strange sight in this blood-soaked town... Not a drop of gore was on him, yet the bag at his feet was blood-smeared and breathing, you could tell even from where you sat. He was tall and well-dressed, strange all around and strangely making a point to avoid eye-contact with you. As you stared at him, suddenly sobering from the opium, he twitched his head and glanced in your direction. What the hell was he wearing...?

"Ah-! Oh, dear me! I didn't see you there at all!" His accent was strange and he seemed exasperated. Though he was wearing a mask, something that appeared to be cumbersome and inflexible, it had a lot of character and seemed to reflect it well through his eyes.

"My, my, how rude of me! I do apologize, this Festival has us all running about like mad, does it not?" You uneasily looked side to side.

Was... he talking to you?

"What... 'Festival'...?" He continued on.

"Say... perhaps I am mistaken but... do I know you? Maybe you get that a lot, you do have one of those faces, but I swear that you look..." The masked man turned to face you. He had one hand in his pocket, something that make you gravely nervous.

"...familiar?" You don't know why you answered him. Perhaps it was the awkwardness of this situation getting to you.

"Yes! Familiar. I feel as though I have met you once before, in lands and times different though under such similar circumstances..." He grew wistful, seeming to reflect on an old and touching memory. You frowned. There was something nagging at the back of your head....

"Pray tell, how has this Festival been treating you? Worse for wear? Perhaps you have had your fill and wish to turn in for the day?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I... What?" He continued.

"No matter, there is time left for you, though not much at all, I'm afraid. There is never enough time, is there? Or it certainly doesn't feel that way... Especially where the ones we love are concerned..." He turned his head so you couldn't see his masked face. The man brought his hand to his mouth and seemed to suddenly grow sheepish. The hand in his pocket began to twitch and you felt your stomach roll in apprehension.

"Do you have that special someone in your life? I did... once upon a time... Though it has been so many ages since I last saw them..." He turned to face you and he seemed larger and closer than he truly was. The masked man grew in height and seemed to lean in close to you, until you had your back flat against the stairs and you were cowering before him from across the street.

"Though... looking upon you has brought a wave of nostalgia over me! Truly, I must thank you for this, for I had missed them terribly..." There was a genuineness to his voice that was almost moving... for a split second, you felt your guard lower.

"I see..." Your shoulders dropped a little. A wave of emotion washed over you.

Relief

Gratitude

But in the warmness there was also,

Anticipation

Fear

Hatred

Deja vu seized your heart and froze you in place. Your temples began to throb as the colour drained from your face. The stranger had become familiar and known to you, though you didn't understand how or why. He seemed pleased with the shift in your demeanor.

"That's quite enough I think..." You furrowed your brows, confused.

"What-?"

"Yes, quite so!" You can tell that he was smiling under the mask.

"I don't understand-" He nodded to himself.

"That's quite alright, old sport! Give it some time, I think it will all become apparent, sooner than later." The man straightened up and you no longer felt crowded.

"W-What will? What- Who even are you-?!" Your question was waved off.

"Enough questions! Don't you think it's about time now?" Anxiety pulsed under your skin.

"Time? Time f-for what?"

"Time to wake up, of course! You've nearly overslept!" You're stunned. Confused and a little annoyed, you open your mouth to rebuke him, but he's suddenly in front of you and has a gloved hand clamped around your mouth. You can't move, you can't blink, you can't even scream in terror as a wave of nostalgia crashes over you.

"Hush, now... I've stolen you away from my Master for long enough... It's time for us to part ways for now, but we will meet again. It will be just like the good old days, just you wait!" You didn't know who this fucking freak was and you didn't care. You just wanted him to get the hell away from you already!

"Go on, then! Away with you!" His tone was cheery but he picked you off the stone stairs with his one hand with ease, until your legs were dangling limply in the air.

You were thrown down but instead of busting your head on the edge of sharp stairs you startled in a seated position. You hit your elbow against the cool train window and your head bounced off of it as you struggled to regain your senses.

It was... what?

It wasn't real... It was all just one big, terrible dream... You sighed in relief. In the moments that it took your heart to slow, you realized something.

The train wasn't moving and it was devoid of all passengers.

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mara-xx217 · 11 months

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Ending H (Fear & Hunger) Ch. 6- Promises, Promises

"The texts are badly damaged and stained with a mystery substance... Only some of it remains legible-"

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Noncon, Rumpelstiltskin-esque Deal, Somnophilia, Breeding, Forced Pregnancy, Kidnapping

A TALE OF THE POCKETCAT

WHY ONE SHOULD NEVER STRIKE DEALS WITH THE GREEN HUE

CHAPTER ONE

The dark, dank walls of the dungeon of Fear & Hunger threatened to close in around you. There was no escaping the depravity that threatened to consume you with every step that you took. There was no way out for you, so you despaired and you wept. Your suffering was so sweet to all the denizens of the dark… It brought unwanted and uncanny attention to your moment of weakness.

A pair of luminous yellow eyes appeared in the bleak dark before you. A Cheshire grin split the maw of the darkness, a row of sharp, neat teeth shone against an unknown source.

“Ahhh… what do we have here?~” A man dressed in a fine suit- certainly inappropriate for a place such as this!- knelt before you, his curious yellow eyes seeming to shine in spite of the near total darkness of the dungeon. He seemed tall- too tall- yet his affable demeanor had your guard lowering.

“Are you lost, new friend?” You found yourself nodding. This dark was too much for any one person to handle at all, let alone by their lonesome…

“I see, I see…” He mused to him as he nodded. His eyes never seemed to blink or waver from you. It was unsettling.

“It is no fun to be lost in any place and certainly no fun in a place such as this!” You nodded once more, the tears in your eyes threatening to fall down your face. A gloved hand gently catches one of the tears as it overflowed from one of your eyes.

“No tears, dear friend…” His curled forefinger stroked your cheek as he inspected his tear stained glove. “Isn’t it unbecoming of an adventurer like you?”

The question had you pausing. Perhaps it was… but it wasn’t an accusatory question. Merely an exploratory one. You struggled to find your voice, as fear still had a hold on your throat and your heart.

“I… Can you help me…? I- I wish to be free of this place a-and I-“ The masked gentleman hummed softly to himself. He placed his hand in one of his pockets.

“Oh? You would ask help of a stranger you scarely know? We haven’t even exchanged names yet!” He feigned hurt and surprise, something that wasn’t lost on you. You hang your head in shame.

“Chin up, old fellow! This does have an easy remedy…” He chuckled to himself. You nodded eagerly.

“My name is Pocketcat! And yours…?” You told him your true name. You see his eyes light up in recognition.

“Ahh yes yes! Indeed, it could be my old imagination, but have we met before? Perhaps in another lifetime?” He seemed far too eager for your liking but you simply nodded in agreement.

“Oh what a joyous occasion!” He clasped his hands together in glee. His pupils were pinpricks and his mouth seemed wider than it did before. Or maybe it’s just your imagination.

“This is a special occasion indeed…” Pocketcat mused to himself. He seemed to be looking you up and down, his arm shifting ever so slightly in place. It made you uncomfortable.

“For a friend, I certainly would do anything…” You found his face.

“…however even a friend would have to compensate me fairly.” Your heart sank in your chest. You believe to have nothing of worth- likely nothing of worth to him! What shall you do?!

“Oh…? What’s this? Perhaps you have nothing to give… Is that right?” Hesitantly you nodded. You have nothing on you to give him- nothing that he would want. Or so you believe. Pocketcat rests his chin on his other hand and hums thoughtfully.

“Well… this is unfortunate indeed!” He almost seems sad that you had nothing to give him. Yet even as he appears to think to himself on this set of circumstances, his eyes cut right through you and a decision seems to have been made without your consent.

“I, for one, am not the kind of man that forgets what is owed…” Tears well in your eyes once more.

“…though-

-I could make an exception for an exceptional friend.” The words chilled you, or perhaps it was the way his moonish eyes have never left your person in the slightest. You couldn’t help but to feel hope well in your bosom.

“Would you?! Oh- Please! Please, sir Pocketcat!” You clasped your hands together, your lower lip trembling as you spoke. “Please free me from this terrible place!” You begged and you pleaded, an act that had the old cat taking an even greater shine to you than he already did. His mind was already made up, as was yours.

“Chin up, old friend! There is no need for that!” He ushered you to stand and you did so upon his instance.

“I will help you leave this dreadful place.” Again your eyes shine with hope as all the possibilities of your life flash before you.

“...as long as you promise me one thing!”

“Yes, yes! Anything! Anything to flee this place!” He laughs a little, catty and something that has your skin crawling.

“Oh? But I haven’t even shared my proposal!” You didn’t care but he elaborated all the same.

“I only ask of you a simpl-

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-always needs to be capitalized on in the end. It was a matter of time and the time had long since come and passed for the debt owed to be paid-

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-form was just as he remembered it. He turned you on your stomach with ease and climbed over you. A thrill ran down his spine. Yes, he has waited far too long for this, he thinks…

You would give him the child he sought, one way or another…

Pocketcat pulled down the sheets and raised your nightshirt. You were what he’s been waiting for all these years… As an old friend, you would understand that this must be done, wouldn’t you?

After all… You knew the toll and you accepted it wholeheartedly…

Pocketcat crawled onto your bed and hummed softly to himself. He doesn’t wish to cause you any pain or anguish… After all, he does care so deeply for you, just as you certainly do. He will make this quick, for your sake, he promises silently.

One

Two

Three-

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It was uncouth of him to salivate so but how could he possibly stop? It should have been expected that you would be so utterly perfect underneath him… Perhaps the two of you truly were star crossed lovers once upon a time, in another lifetime. It certainly feels like the truth, with him a top you, snug and warm in your pleasant wetness that seemed to grow with each bump of his hips…

“Yes…! Oh yes, my dear… How I love you so…!” Pocketcat softly cried into your hair. Stiff barbs coaxed a shudder out of you, one that the tall gentleman mimicked as a rush overtook him.

It wasn’t enough.

More-

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“-se stop…”

Your cries went on deaf ears. You reached out for help but it was all in vain. Pocketcat interlaced his fingers with your own.

“Don’t cry friend! It will be all over soon…!~” An empty promise that fell on deaf ears. It didn’t dry your tears and it didn’t cease the pain inflicted onto you, nor did it shelter you from the inevitable pleasure that accompanied your torment.

Deeper and deeper still, you would be filled until swollen. One way or another, you would fulfill the bargain that was struck all those years ago.

Burrs left you raw and stimulated. You were plugged up and filled to bust. He wouldn’t pull away until it had taken hold. Pocketcat purred as he stroked your sweat and tear stained hair.

“So good… So very good… You’ll give me exactly what I seek…”

It would time time and time still, but the Pocketcat would receive the gift that was promised to him in the dank dark of Fear & Hunger. Waiting mattered not to him. He was a patient old cat and some more waiting would do him no harm. At least now he wouldn’t wait all alone anymore…

You will be at his side, heavy with child- his child. When he will be born, you will still be at his side, perpetually swollen with his seed and giving him what was owed over and over again, no matter how much you scream or how often you try to-

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Ending H- Promises, Promises

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