7 Works in Red Imaginary Friend (Pressure - Roblox)
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Lost, alone, empty; these words resonated with the woman who feels like she's drowning in a void.
Mirah Sinnwell is a 21-year-old single woman who's raising three children with her roommate while working as a part-time barista.
When Mirah gets a letter from someone-who or what, she doesn't know-asking her to go to hadal blacksite, to retrieve her family heirloom, she enters hadal-and leaves with more than what she bargained for.
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- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 977
- Chapters:
- 1/?
- Kudos:
- 1
- Hits:
- 23
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What if the expendable was young? Specifically a teenager, roughly fourteen or fifteen. Sebastian is still an asshole, but he seems to care more than he lets on. He just shows it SOMETIMES, not always.
This teenager is badass, in some ways, but very scared and traumatized underneath.
She started out with a rough life, and it seems it'll only get harder from here.
A testament of how much one young women can endure. How much can this girl handle before she cracks?
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what do I do with these people?! by Squishy_Supernova
Fandoms: DOORS (Roblox), Pressure (Roblox), Grace (Roblox)
11 Sep 2025
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I actually have no idea what to put here, this is just a doors, pressure, and grace fic I made out of my own boredom I guess
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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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“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.”
-Emmett Myra Jones- .. -- . / .. ... / --- ..-. / - .... . / . ... ... . -. -.-. . .-.-.- / -.. --- / -. --- - / ..-. .- .. .-.. / ..- ... / . -- -- . - - .-.-.- / -.. --- -. .----. - / .-.. . - / - .... . -- / -.-. --- .-. .-. ..- .--. - / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .... ..- -- .- -. .. - -.-- .-.-.- / ..-. .. -. -.. / .... .. -- .-.-.- / ... . - / ..- ... / .- .-.. .-.. / ..-. .-. . .
*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