8 Works in Blue Imaginary Friend (Pressure - Roblox)
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Pressure fic that might be kinda stupid, but I made it because I LOVE PRESSURE RAAAHHH--
Kat gets dropped into Hadal Blacksite to get the crystal. Stuff happens. What happens? You'll have to read and find out because if I told you now... then you might not read the fic.
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This Torment May Not Be Endless, After All. by Akkilicious
Fandoms: Pressure (Roblox), DOORS (Roblox), Grace (Roblox)
10 Sep 2025
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Three men, three separate hells they roam, and one mixed up timeline. They have every right to not trust each other, but... sometimes trust is needed to break free from the strings of fate.
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half of these are joke drawings or unfinished or bad
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Trust Is For Fools (Trust Belongs To You) by perpetual_disarray
Fandoms: Pressure (Roblox)
03 Sep 2025
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Expendable. That's all you were, all you'd ever be. Stuck in the depths of the Hadal Blacksite you've come to admit it to yourself. Just another Expendable, seeking a freedom that was never promised. You know of others in similiar plight. The experiments, that funky fish-looking dude with the snark and his static friend who often radio'd in whenever you were buying supplies.
"It's either us or them."
"You're just someone trying to persist in the unimagineable circumstances they placed you in."
"Surviving doesn't make you a bad person."You'd heard Sebastian's softer words of comfort to Painter. Ofcourse they were only surviving, but so were you. Freedom was a precious thing you both sought, but they would never extend their trust to someone working for Urbanshade.
So, despite the unimaginable circumstances, you seek to change that. To stray from the script.And you know, to avoid getting murked by Sebastian at every little inconvenience.
Or,
Player seeks to gain Sebastian & Painter's trust (and sometimes fails miserably).
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“This world, these people, have forsaken me and ripped apart my once ignited spark. Time had destroyed what is left of my sarcophagus and has left an endless lacuna in my eye. From fighting it endlessly, I too became a mangled and asphyxiated in my own gore, and I will bring them down with my descending death, with my transformation, my revenge, with my glorified body of Sciamachy. I am no longer the Virago I was, I am diseased, and I always will be.”
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*Trigger warnings will be added at the beginning of each chapter. Theirs lots of tags I gotta put in but I cant, so it will be on the notes at the bottom! :(*
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Your body is not your own.
The boils that fill your flesh will agonize your body until He—until It stops bringing you back. Until you’re no longer of service, until it moves on.
You have no choice of what It does. You are nothing but a vessel of human flesh and blood, mute and weak despite It’s influence.
What’s your purpose? What’s your plan?
What are you to do with a parasite directing your body on strings of your own blood?
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Red and Blue bicker, and I must write them
Painter, Sebastian, and a poor Expendable have to deal with them
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A collection of one-shots of Pressure x Reader characters to fill your soul. This was written on a whim, so don't expect anything more than mid-tier writing. The comments for this one have been open to all user's so the guests who are too afraid to admit they read some depraved shit on AO3 can share their criticisms freely. It's friendly to anyone who would like to skip over the sexual stuff or skip to the content they want.