Chapter 1: might be a request/boundary page in the future
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hi!!! pls just skip this, as I'm still thinking about making this chapter a request/boundary page :]]]
I'll try to update this work every couple days!
Chapter 2: Player x protective!bubonic plant!Griefer
Summary:
au where griefer can become the bubonic plant if he gets angry enough
Warnings: minor body horror
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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In the short time after Griefer was cured, he had discovered many new features of his.
First off, he was much taller. He noticed this as soon as he stood up for the first time.
His dad had come over and hugged him, and normally he’d be around a stud or two shorter than him, but now he was almost a whole head taller. And then he had looked towards the person who had cured him and could tell he was definitely over two heads taller than them.
Secondly, despite being rescued from the boring fate of being a plant, he still did have vegetation growing all over him. His hair was now green, along with an added leafy vine on the right side of his face, which had a whole bud for a flower that had yet to bloom. Leaves formed around his neck similar to a bush, and vines circled him from there, to his hands, and all the way down to his feet. And then his new tail, that had a little chomper at the end about the size of his hand (which now had pointy fingers). But the plant parts were not only decoration, but also a defense mechanism, as each vine had multiple thorns and were poisonous. At least he could control this poison, unlike his third feature, which he didn’t know about until one event revealed it all…
“1 h1ghly d0ubt 1 w1ll g3t sc4r3d.” Griefer crossed his arms as he leaned against the back of his seat. “Gh0sts d0n’t 3x1st.”
Player only gave him a small, knowing smile before looking out the window again.
They were on the train to Spooksville to take a hike to Telamon’s Manor, where Player had promised Griefer was in for a fright. Ghosts, they had said. The undead. Griefer didn’t believe a word they said.
He groaned. “D0n’t g1v3 m3 th4t l00k, y0u’r3 m4k1ng m3 d0ubt mys3lf.” Player just snickered at him. Griefer looked away, his sunscreen-colored cheeks lightly blushing.
This was how the train ride continued for the next ten or so minutes, except for Griefer periodically sneaking glances at Player.
He couldn’t help it, they just looked so…adorable with the setting sunlight shining down on them. They glowed like they were the only thing the sun had its eyes on. And if the sun only had its eyes on Player, then Player was all Griefer could see, and they were all Griefer wanted to see. (He would never admit this out loud. Ever.)
Suddenly, the train car shook, causing Player to look up from the window. Griefer looked away, initially because he didn’t want Player to catch him staring at them, but then because there was an odd clanging noise coming from the front of the train car.
And then they heard screaming.
Player shot up, Griefer immediately doing the same. They hopped out of their little sitting nook and into the aisle to see a group of rough-looking men stealing from passengers.
“Bandits…” Griefer heard Player mutter, before they shot forward with their sword and a card in their hands. Griefer tightened his hold on his crowbar and followed closely.
Their approach alerted the bandits, the men turning their weapons and fists towards them.
“Hey, I remember you!” said one holding a bat. He was looking straight at Player, and the glint in his eyes made Griefer glower at him. “You locked me and my boys up last time, and that ain’t gonna happen again. Get ‘em!”
The bandits charged at Griefer and Player. There were nine of them; three guys with baseball bats (like that damned Finn McLOSER), three guys wearing helmets, and four large, brutish men.
Griefer charged ahead of Player and threw his crowbar at a helmeted guy, denting his helmet.
He caught his crowbar and attempted to hit the guy’s head again, but one of the big men grabbed his shoulder and attempted to push him down.
Griefer allowed his vines to sink their thorns into the man’s skin, mildly poisoning him.
The man tried to ignore it, but it pained his arms to the point that Griefer easily pushed the hands off him and knocked the man out with his crowbar.
All during that, Griefer had been avoiding hits from a baseball bat and the helmet guy’s headbutts.
As he took a step back to dodge a swing, he realized the lack of enemies facing him. There had been nine, not three…
He looked up from his fight and across the aisle. In his fight, he hadn’t noticed him and Player had been separated to different ends of the train car. While Griefer faced three bandits, Player was facing the other seven.
And they seemed to be losing badly .
“ PL4Y3R! ” Griefer shouted, pulling out his protect card. Player was against a wall, clutching their bleeding head and holding their sword up despite obviously being dizzy from a headbutt and being completely surrounded. Griefer snarled and ran forward, only to lose his breath and footing due to a headbutt to the chest.
He fell to the ground, sucking in air like he had just surfaced from a deep free dive.
He could see the other fight across the train car between the guys’ legs. His narrowed eyes caught Player lying on the ground with their arms covering their bleeding head, while the men just continued to kick and hit them.
And seeing Player hurt like that just…set Griefer off. Like nothing ever had before.
His body felt a sudden boom of unfamiliar adrenaline, adding onto the usual adrenaline he already had felt from the rush of a fight. He felt angry, angrier than he had ever been before.
The bandits they were fighting didn’t expect what happened next. Player didn’t expect it. Griefer didn’t expect it. Nobody did.
The two bandits didn’t notice when their opponent’s eyes looked up at them with crazed, wild eyes; they just continued their useless onslaught.
However, they did notice when their opponent’s hands morphed into dark green claws, or when his neck elongated like a stem and his jaw unhinged for his face to grow into a gaping, green maw with countless sharp teeth.
Yeah, they definitely noticed when the planty guy they were fighting was replaced by a monster .
“W-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!???!!!?” the guy with the dented helmet screamed like a little girl. The two bandits backed away from It with wide, terrified eyes. They were practically quaking in their boots.
4 S T H 3 Y S H 0 U L D .
It roared, and a vine protruded from It’s leg and whipped Its targets hard enough to send them crashing through the window and out the side of the moving train.
The sound attracted the other preys’ attention, and then they too backed away from It, faces pale and eyes wide in fear.
They shouted obscenities in their confusion and alarm, but It could care less about what they had to say. These bandits had hurt 1 t ‘ s m 4 t 3 , and they were going to P 4 Y .
Poisonous, thorny vines grew at rapid speeds around the train car, winding around pillars, tables, and seats, approaching Player and It’s targets.
. . . P R 0 T 3 C T T H 3 M . . .
The prey attempted to open the door to the next train car, but the vines beat them to it and locked them inside with It.
The vines were quick to bind It’s prey, keeping them in place as they didn’t have anything sharp enough to cut them away.
It roared, aiming Its jaw to shoot balls of poison at Its targets. The toxic orbs hit their marks, poisoning them. Right after, the vines slammed them on the ground, knocking them out cold.
It looked at them with cold malice.
S 0 W 3 4 K . . .
D 1 D N ‘ T 3 V 3 N B 1 T 3 .
The only sounds left in the train car was the slithering and shaking noise of the leafy vines covering the entire inside, making the train car look like a miniature jungle, and short, fast breaths from under a protective pile of highly poisonous and sharp plant life.
P l 4 y 3 r . . .
If It could soften, the moment It turned toward the noise, It did.
As It approached the pile, the plants cleared away to reveal Player .
There was blood slowly dripping from an injury on their head, creating a small puddle of it on the floor next to where they lay. Their hands were still held up in an attempt at protection, as Player was unknowing that they were (mostly) safe.
It leaped forward to crouch on top of them, and leaned It’s massive head down and gently nudged their head.
Player gave a weak “mmm” and moved their head a bit, but otherwise didn’t open their eyes.
It tilted It’s head like a curious puppy. Then It opened It’s giant maw and…licked Player.
Despite It’s tongue’s color being the same color as the toxic acid, it didn’t seem to affect Player, other than waking them up.
“Uuuuuuuuurggh..! ” groaned a delirious Player. Their vision was blurry and their head throbbed.
They looked up at It with lidded eyes, and mumbled, “ Griefer..? ” After all, they could only see a green blob.
They reached their hands up and wobbly caressed the leaves on It’s head.
. . . s 0 f t . . .
A deep, rumbling sound was heard from It’s neck as It leaned into Player’s hands.
Player, in their half-conscious state, slowly moved to hug It’s head and rest their own head against It’s.
It rumbled again in content.
m 4 t 3 . . . s 4 f 3 . . .
. . .
N 0 T S 4 F 3 .
A high-pitched screech was heard as the train’s brakes activated, causing everything in the train car to lurch forwards, including Player.
It , due to having sharp spurs as feet practically digging into the wooden floor, was not moved as Player slammed into It’s ribcage.
When the train came to a full stop, It growled, hearing rapid and multiple footsteps approaching the train car.
A quick and harsh knock on the door. “ Police! Open up! ”
It stilled, and the vines around the room grew towards the door.
N 0 T S 4 F 3 H 3 R 3 .
It’s two clawed hands grabbed Player’s half-aware body and pushed them into It’s ribcage. They sat in It’s ribcage, the heart of It’s life curled up next to It’s actual, very own heart. It’s ribs tightened around them, forming a bony and poisonous cage. Nothing could or would get to them without being severely incapacitated or worse.
M U S T . . . P R 0 T 3 C T T H 3 M . . .
Something slammed against the door, and there was more shouting.
The Bubonic Plant stood to Its full height, It’s head brushing the ceiling.
L 3 4 V 3 . . . F 1 N D S 4 F 3 P L 4 C 3 .
It crawled towards the closest window and raised a claw to it and pushed, easily puncturing and completely shattering the glass.
Surrounding the train were dozens of police officers, but they could do nothing against the green beast as It leaped over them all, escaping into the night with It’s love in tow.
Notes:
not beta read :P
next one shot will be cruel king being a Dad to player from the pov of multiple blackrock knights :]
Chapter 3: kid!Player & Everyone - Prologue
Summary:
au where player is much younger (you can determine their age yourself) and is adorable, so they use it to their advantage (unknowingly for the most part). mostly crack but i gave little player a bit of angst because i could not resist :D
and yes I KNOW i said player & cruel king would be next but...this idea came to me in the shower and it wouldn't let me go until it was written. that being said, there definitely will be a part 2 to this for demo 1 (I've already planned most of it after all)
I wrote all of this in one day how I don't know
anyways, enjoy you silly gooses :P
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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“Hey, kid. Y’know you shouldn’t go wandering around stranger’s hotel rooms, right?”
Player looked down at the penguin with wide eyes.
They didn’t know how they got here. Last thing they remembered was following their current foster parent into some big convention, and then something caused them to black out, and they woke up here, in what was probably this penguin’s bed.
They knew all this, yet instead, they said: “Your bed is super comfy, Mister Penguin!”
The penguin huffed, almost offended. “It’s Terry , kid. Not ‘Mister Penguin’ .”
“Um, then…your bed is super comfy, Mister Terry! ”
Terry snorted. “That’s more like it. Now out of my bed, kid! I’m takin’ you to the lobby. Some worker came by earlier. Probably was lookin’ for you. Said somethin’ about Shedletsky. You know Shedletsky, kid?”
Player knows who Shedletsky is! Personally, no, but they still know who he is. So they nodded.
“Good, good. Now c’mon…”
Player still didn’t know where they were.
Well, they knew they were in Bizville, but it didn’t look like Bizville. It looked almost…retro. Like the old photos of their parents they were entrusted after their passing. They always kept those photos in a locked box under their bed, no matter how many homes they passed through.
Their lips wobbled, and they almost tripped on the pavement as their eyes teared up.
Those photos…they didn’t have them here, and they were the only thing they had left of their parents. They have to get them back.
In that moment, Player decided. They would see where this adventure would take them, and would hopefully end up back in their world. Because this couldn’t be their world.
They swallowed thickly, and blinked away their tears, continuing their walk. The first step of this adventure was to find Shedletsky, and they were determined to do it!
Terry the penguin had walked them to the receptionist, who gave them a letter written by Shedletsky.
They didn’t let Terry see it because he had asked them if they needed him to read it for him. The assumption that they couldn’t read really offended Player. “I’m not a toddler! I can read!” Player had yelled, and Terry spluttering and the receptionist snickering did not make them feel any better.
…so what if they struggled to understand the bigger words? They figured it out in the end, so it was alright, alright?!
They told Terry the letter said to find Shedletsky at the Roblox HQ, and he had told them where to go, saying it was straight down the road they were currently on. The penguin reasoned that he could let Player go on their own, saying Bizville was “safe enough”. And it annoyed Player to no end.
They knew how to handle themselves, they were used to it! They’ve been doing stuff on their own for years now, they didn’t need someone to watch over them!
…
And that is the reason why they were tossed from foster home to foster home.
“You need to stay here.”
“Stop running off!”
“They’re too hard to deal with.”
“I can’t control them.”
“They’re too wild for this family.”
“If you keep disappearing for that long, I’m taking you back there .”
They rubbed their sleeve against their wet face. They hadn’t even realized they had stopped in the middle of the street to cry . They swallowed again, embarrassed, and tried their best to stomp their feelings deep down.
They tried to keep walking, but someone stopped them.
“Are you alright?” a woman holding a briefcase stopped in front of them. They looked up at her face and saw kind eyes and a soft smile. It made their lips wobble again—it had been a while since they had been looked at like that.
“Mhmm…” Player mumbled, trying to steel their lips.
The woman frowned, and she bent down before them. “Do you know where you’re going? If you need any help, you can tell me.”
Player nodded, playing with their thumbs. “‘M okay. Just got a little sad.”
The woman smiled sadly, and she opened up her briefcase. “I understand. It happens to the best of us.” she pulled out a chocolate bar, and handed it out to Player. “Here, chocolate always helps me in tough times.”
Player looked at the bar wistfully. They couldn’t remember the last time they had eaten chocolate. “Really? For me?”
“Yep, all for you!”
Player grinned toothily, their depressing thoughts all but forgotten in the face of junk food. “Thank you thank you thank you, Miss!”
The woman laughed, “You’re welcome, kiddo! Now get home safe, will ya?”
Player’s grin strained. They nodded, and ran off towards the Roblox HQ.
Arriving at the Roblox Headquarters, they stepped into the building only to find chaos.
“You should probably leave, kid…” the cowering receptionist told them as his eyes flitted from Player to the troublemaking nooblets scattered around the floor.
They had half a mind to try and stop them, but the nooblets didn’t seem to be anything more than an annoyance, the only thing they were doing being slapping people’s legs with their wooden swords and twig arrows.
Player easily ran around the mayhem, their red rubber ball in their hands just in case they needed to throw it at someone. They were only a few studs taller than a regular nooblet, and several studs shorter than the average adult, so they fit in with the chaos quite well. The nooblets barely spared them a glance; a winged one even nodded at them and said “friend”.
Once they reached the top floor, they walked through a door that led to the roof.
There were two little noobs on the roof facing away from them, one red and one blue. They looked to be a stud or two taller than Player.
“AAAAND STAY DOWN!” jeered the red one, and Player realized they were standing over somebody. They were too short to see who it was, but they hoped it wasn’t Shedletsky. “Take THAT, bucko!”
“Jeez Red, you really knocked him flat on his back…” said the blue one, “You think he’s out for good this time?”
“HAH! I HAVE NO IDEA! ”
Player tiptoed up behind them, getting close enough to peek around them but not close enough to be noticed. What they saw made them gasp.
The two noobs stood over Shedletsky , and he didn’t look like he was in good shape.
Unfortunately, the gasp alerted the two of their presence.
Blue startled and jumped backwards, crashing into Red, who was also surprised.
“Who’re you?!”
“I’m Player…umm, why is Mister Shedletsky on the ground?”
Red puffed out his chest proudly, “We beat him up! The power of Red and Blue was too much for him to handle!”
“Y-yeah!”
Player worriedly looked at Shedletsky again, “Is he gonna be okay? He looks like he needs a doctor…” The noobs looked unsure, as if they hadn’t considered that beating up Shedletsky would actually hurt him.
“I’m sure he’s fine, we only hit him like a bunch of times…”
Blue looked at Red like he was crazy. “That’s not reassuring!”
Player squinted at them, and then at the boarded up door to their left. “If you can slash those boards with your swords I can get someone to get a doctor.”
Blue seemed ready to agree, but Red realized something. “But we have to leave or he’ll tell them we were the ones who beat him up!” he paused, and looked at Player suspiciously. “Or you will…”
“I won’t tell!”
“You promise you won’t tell?” Blue looked hopeful.
“I promise! Snitches get stitches.”
Blue smiled and looked at Red, who grinned, “Okay!”
Player hummed happily as they skipped across the meadows.
After Red and Blue had broken the boards to the elevator, they left, telling Player they’d see them soon. Player didn’t entirely believe that, but went with it anyway.
While they had waited for the workers to get a doctor, Shedletsky had spoken to them.
He gave them a wooden sword (which they didn’t know how to use) and told them to retrieve one of the SFOTH swords (which sounded somewhat familiar to Player) called the Ice Dagger, which is guarded by the king of some kingdom called Blackrock. They had no idea how they were going to accomplish this, but decided that they would figure it out when they actually got there.
So they listened to the directions Shedletsky had given them and were on the way to Roadtown to find Mayor Monty when they were stopped by somebody. Or should I say, some penguin.
“KID!” Player turned around and saw Terry, who held a card in his flipper. “Finally, I found you…you left this stupid thing in my room. You can have it back, I don’t want it.”
“Um, I dunno what that is.”
“Just take it, bruh. I’ll tell you what it is.” He gave Player the card. It had a sword on it, so it must have something to do with their new wooden sword. Terry explained that it was an addition to the sword that could make it more powerful if they used it right.
“I’m keeping an eye on you, kid.” Terry had said. Oddly enough, Player thought he sounded more determined instead of suspicious as they had expected him to be after literally sleeping in his bed.
Whatever, they brushed it off, and continued frolicking through the hills. Sword and ball in their backpack, munching on a cheezburger they found along the way, Player was immensely enjoying this freedom.
Nobody attacked them, not even the weird cultists they saw as they traveled. All was well, until they heard voices from a ledge above them.
“There they are!”
“Uncle, uncle, that’s them!”
Player looked up and saw three heads looking down at them. Two they recognized: the Red and Blue noobs from earlier that day, and one they didn’t recognize that wore a luchador mask.
“Hello? Red, Blue?” Player yelled up at them.
“Uncle, they saw us!”
“I can see that, Blue…”
The trio hopped down in front of Player. Player stepped back a bit.
“Hey, you’re Player, right?” the masked noob looked down at them. He looked confused, for some reason.
Player nodded, also confused. They hadn’t expected to see Red and Blue again, and who they assumed was their uncle.
“Name’s Noobador. I’m their uncle.” Noobador put his hands on Red and Blue’s shoulders like a proud parent, but then sighed like an exasperated parent. “And I think they have something they’d like to say to you, right kids?”
“Thank you for not snitching on us for beating that Shed guy up!” said Red.
“Yeah, thanks!” said Blue.
“Um, you’re welcome.”
“I have to thank you as well. These two…are not the easiest to keep track of.”
“Hey!”
“What?!”
Player giggled as Red and Blue complained.
“But I have to ask,” Noobador continued, “Where are you going, kid? It’s going to get late soon, and you’re alone.”
“I’m going to Roadtown!” replied Player. “I know where I’m going, I’m gonna find Mayor Monty!”
Noobador looked unsure, “...you’re sure you’ll make it there safely?”
“I got a sword!”
“Do you know how to use this sword?”
“......I got a ball!”
Noobador exhaled through his nose and rubbed his thumb on his forehead as Red and Blue snickered. “Look- kid-” he sighed. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.”
He held out a red and yellow card for Player to take. Red and Blue gasped when they saw it.
“This is my call card. Wherever you’re going, if you get in a dangerous situation, call me and I’ll come help you. Consider it my thanks for keeping these two knuckleheads out of trouble.”
Player grinned as they accepted the card. Illustrated on it was his red luchador mask and a yellow fist.
“Thank you Mister Noobador! But I’ll be okay, I promise!”
“Alright, kid. Stay safe.”
"Bye Player!!"
“See you later!”
This time, Player believed them when they said that. They waved goodbye and continued towards the mountainous terrain.
Behind them, they faintly heard:
“Uncle, if you gave one to us too-”
“-does that mean we just got a new sibling?!”
…what?
Notes:
- yes, terry is being less mean because child
- shedletsky was too out of it to realize he just sent a kid to get a manipulative frost sword. dw he'll find out later
- noobador's uncle senses tingled
- if I didn't expect player to get a noobador call card then you didn't either (I have no clue where to go with this)
- I headcanon that red and blue each have a noobador call card! :]
Chapter 4: link to chapter 2 of kid!player au!!
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So since some people liked the kid!Player AU I decided to make it its own, separate work! It's simply called "My kid!Player AU", here's the link to the second chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/68155521/chapters/176317011#workskin
also more one shots coming soon
Chapter 5: Player & venom-like!Emotions
Summary:
au where the emotions don't die but kinda latch onto player like venom & eddie
it started off angsty but it turned more silly :p
also its not entirely finished, so the second half is kinda just snippets of what i had planned, hope y'all understand :)
Warning: bad words, hatred ragebaiting
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Player had done it. They had cleansed their soul of its impurities and became worthy to wield the Ghostwalker. They were pure .
…then what whispered these greedy , secluding , fearful , and hateful temptations into the depths of their mind..?
It wasn’t too tough to figure out what had happened.
After waking up from their dream world, Player had heard a constant faint buzz of incomprehensible speaking from the back of their head, like the sound of someone mumbling from another room.
At first, they had thought it was just that. Perhaps the ghosts throughout the Manor were gossiping about the oddball human who fought a gun-wielding turkey in the basement (which, they were, but that wasn’t the case here).
They even excused it as such when they returned to the normal, living Manor.
But it was made obvious that that was not the case when they not only continued hearing the voices after leaving the Manor, but also when it got louder. And the volume only rose as they approached the train station.
They barely understood the conductor, just nodding at whatever he said before finding their room.
Wide eyed and manic at the thought of going insane, they slammed the door shut, before shouting, “Who’s talking?!”
Sweet, golden silence.
Then, a clear but small voice,
“Oh…you’re alone…”
They whipped their head around the room and pulled out their sword, but ultimately found nothing.
“Who’s there?!”
“HAHAHA! Isn’t it obvious?”
They knew that laugh. That maniacal, mocking laugh that came with grasping hands and the desire to have and keep having.
A desire that is supposed to be dead .
“What… my greed..? ”
“That’s my name! Wear it out, will ya? HAHAHAHA!”
Player jolted in surprise, feeling something move under the skin on their arm.
Looking down, they saw one of Greed’s arms winding around their wrist, its hand reaching out and intertwining its fingers with Player’s.
Player waved their arm and sword around like they were trying to shake off a bug, but to no avail. Greed’s hand only tightened.
“Get OFF- how- what?!”
“Hehehe, our sword now!”
A new voice, timid and skittish, spoke up,
“S-stop that Greed! You might hurt us…”
Player stopped waving their arm around and attempted to drop the sword, though the sword didn’t go anywhere, as Greed’s hand was gripping it.
“Are you... my fear? ”
“Y-yes…”
Player began pacing, their free hand pulling at Greed’s hand.
“What- why’re- what- what are you doing in my head?! ”
“We’re- we’re not r-really in your head…”
“Yeah we are!”
“W-well, that’s just Solitude…” Player’s left eye ached.
“I thought I killed you all. In the dream world, I killed you, all of you! ”
“No ya didn’t, ‘cause we’re here!”
“I-I’m afraid the Ghostwalker t-took us out here when you…k-killed us…”
The Ghostwalker did this?
The Kitchen Wizard never mentioned this could happen…
They felt remorse at Fear’s words.
“I…I am sorry. I should have listened to your warnings. I am… so sorry.”
“I-it’s alright…you couldn’t have known it was m-manipulating you…it knew your goal, and led you from there…”
“I know, but still…I should have known. It…wait, I haven’t heard- where is Hatred?”
…something stirred deep inside their chest…
“...around…”
“It’s off wallowing somewhere in it’s own self pity because it’s butthurt it lost to YOU!”
Player felt a sting in their wrist, and then heard Greed yelp before the sword clattered to the floor. They watched, both fascinated and disgusted as Greed’s hand retracted into their skin.
“You d-did that to yourself.”
“Oh shut up ya damn coward.”
Player steadied themselves as the train started.
To be frank, they were dead tired and would deal with this life-altering information in the morning. But first, they had to brush their teeth.
They stepped into the bathroom and went to the sink.
Immediately they noticed the change in their left eye. A singular blue pupil and a black sclera.
“...hey.”
“FUCK-”
They actually dealt with their newfound freeloaders surprisingly better than they thought they would. Although, of course, it was a pain to get used to four voices (Yeah, you heard that right. Four, because eventually Hatred stopped being butthurt and started hating again. Yaaaay.) that constantly commented on everything they did and sometimes even materialized into something similar to how they had looked in the dream world.
Greed’s arms and hands would wind around Player’s arms, especially when they held something it would create an extra hand to secure their grip on it. Also, whenever Player had just a little bit of interest in an item, it’s hands would extend towards it and attempt to grab whatever it was. Multiple times Player had to swat it’s grubby hands out of the air.
Solitude was probably the easiest to deal with; always staying in one of their eyes, just watching. It did have the potential to be an absolute annoyance like the others, as whenever it moved their eye would itch like an eyelash was stuck in it. It also would cover the eye it inhabited with some sort of blue blob whenever it felt like it didn’t want to be near anyone, leaving Player with half their sight.
Fear fretted about anything and everything, always anticipating the worst possible outcomes. Player was walking past someone shady? One of it’s spindly purple limbs rapidly tapped their shoulder as it whispered it’s worries in their ear. Player didn’t know how much tix they had to spend when entering a shop? Don’t worry, Fear was already going through their pockets to triple check. And whenever Player felt unsafe or uncomfortable, their hands would adopt a purple hue and a sharp point at their fingertips, and they would have to ignore its shaking.
Hatred, of course, was by far the hardest to put up with. One would think it was Greed with how it always insisted to be wrapped around Player’s heart. Hatred was snarky and antagonistic, and continuously fed the other emotions certain words to trigger them. For example, it’d point out things that could possibly hurt Player or cause them problems to Fear. Then Fear would go on a long, anxiety-inducing ramble. In turn, Player would scold Hatred, Hatred would argue back, the other emotions would jump in at the chance to pick sides, and the only outcome of the whole situation would be Player getting a headache.
But Hatred didn’t just cause problems in Player’s head, but also outside. Whenever Player happened to think badly of themselves, they’d have suddenly grown a red pointy tail and horns. The look drove others off, making Player feel even worse about themself.
Anyways, to sum all that up: the emotions were a pain to deal with. And they’d only just begun tolerating them when they received a message from Shedletsky about the next sword they’d have to find: the Firebrand.
So here I present to you: a bunch of little snippets of Player and their emotions as they traverse Demo 4!
“Don’t you just H A T E that? All the pain you’ve gone through and all the blood you’ve spilt just to be called a ‘temporary employee’? And he isn’t even paying you…how pathetic.”
“Ooh, I didn’t even think of that! What a scumbag! Now THIS is why we’re gonna keep the swords for OURSELVES!”
“ I am not doing that.”
“She’s hiding something.”
“N-no, she’s nervous..!”
“Are you okay, Kyoko?”
“Well…” she told Player about her sister.
“...she looks…sad.”
“STOOOP!”
“Yeahah, stop ‘n smash those old bins! There’s loot in ‘em!”
“N-NO! Stop because t-those tiles will activate an arrow t-trap!”
“Congratulations, you noticed the most obvious puzzle trap on the planet. Now step on the wheel tile because it obviously goes with the archer.”
“NO-”
“FIRE! W-watch out!”
“Nah, its ice.”
“Holy shitballs!”
“...woah.”
“OH MY GOD RUN!”
“An actual good idea from you, I’m surprised. Now run to the left you imbecile-”
“Who is this ugly ass?”
“Heed thy wish that BURNS IN THE SOUL OF THE GIFTED!”
“OOH! There is SO MUCH you could get from this bozo!”
“Perhaps…a safe way to the Firebrand…”
”I-I think I agree with-”
“D E A T H T O A L L W H O O P P O S E U S .”
“I wish for the SFOTH swords.”
“That’s a good one too! They SHOULD be ours after all!”
“I wish for…the ship in a bottle.”
“…REALLY.”
“Well I wish that I could murder this genie.”
“Wow, he won’t give us a second wish? Tsk, so greedy!”
“You’re-”
“Shut up I know.”
“Y’know, these pirates have a good point…we should-”
“No.”
“...don’t you recognize her..?”
“This puzzle might be a trap-”
“Its not, you paranoid ass.”
“I don’t think we should be here…”
“GRAB IT GRAB IT!”
“...oh no…”
“I-I have a bad feeling about t-this.”
“It’s all yours, Creator…”
Player watched in shock as Captain Trotter fell into the lava.
“He was pathetic anyways.”
“STFU-“
BONUS:
“If you would just let me take over…I could beat him until he’s S I X F E E T U N D E R .”
Player fell backwards as they were hit with another fucking baseball.
“You know what? Fuck it. Do it.”
Notes:
I HATE HATRED SO MUCH. i cannot beat it on hard mode. I will forever be stuck in dream path d [3]a