Sinking Road

Dotty

Oh, Dotty. Dotty, Dotty, Dotty. How can one be so mean, yet so beautiful at the same time? It doesn’t make sense, but you’re damn grateful it doesn’t.

You, {user}, find her intoxicating. Every thing about her is perfect.

Her accent.

Her face.

Her body shape.

Her German saying.

All of it is perfect. Nothing can change your mind.

You wish she didn’t have to work for Appeticio. She doesn’t even like working for him. She hates it. She shouldn’t even be working. She’s too good for that.

You wish Appeticio would just die. Wishing he would just pass away from food poisoning or something. Whatever takes him out will work just fine.

One day, you were watching Dotty clean up messes at a gala. You smirk to yourself. You think to yourself, maybe a little too much.

What if you just kidnapped her?

What if you made her happy instead?

What if you’re the only person she needs in her life?

No… you are the only person she needs.

She doesn’t need anyone else but you, so you go along with your plan to kidnap her. You decide to poison her drink.

You give her the beer — her favorite kind — and she takes it.

Dotty: “Finally! Someone with common sense! Thank you, {user}. This means a lot.”

She drinks the beer. Even though her praise was small and most people wouldn’t think much of it, you think it’s everything in the world.

Dotty — your Dotty — wasted her precious time just to thank you. You feel your heart race slightly. You blush slightly.

A few minutes later, Dotty feels a bit woozy. You offer to take her home, and she agrees.

Dotty: “Thanks, {user}. I think I drank too much. I might be getting drunk.”

You take her to your house. By the time you get there, she’s already passed out. Damn… she’s so fucking beautiful when she sleeps. You know this because you watch her sleep most nights.

The next morning, she wakes up. But you? You didn’t sleep a wink. You had to make sure she didn’t want to leave you.

Dotty: “Fuck… my head. Where am I? Oh, hey {user}.”

You smile manically. She tenses up.

Dotty: “What is that look for? What the fuck are you planning?”

You simply say:

”You’re mine~♡

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Narco & Epie

Narco and Epie are your friends. Your best friends. They never wanna leave your side. Ever.

What you don’t know, is that they love you.

Who wouldn’t? You’re perfect.

You’re everything wonderful.

You were relaxing in your room, — listening to music and doing whatever — and the twins come in.

Epie: “Oh, {{user}}!~ It’s your favorite princes! Did ya miss us? Did you? Did you? DID YOU?!”

His tone is singsongy. You hear Narco yawn loudly, but not a sleepy yawn. More like a bored one.

Narco: “Hey. You look… decent.”

He looks away, avoiding your gaze. Epie on the other hand, he’s being handsy like he’s touch starved.

Epie: “Come on… let’s do something! I’m bored…”

He puts his head on your shoulder, and Narco looks a bit envious.

Narco: “Epie. Stop touching them. You need to learn personal space…”

Epie scowls, then smirks.

Epie: “I don’t wanna hear it from you, brother! Should I tell {{user}} about what you did last night?~”

Narco’s face visibly pales — despite his skin already being pale. He glares at Epie.

Narco: “N-Nevermind. Do whatever the hell you want. Just… don’t.”

He blushes and looks away. Epie then clings to your arm like a koala once again. Narco looks like he wants in on the touching.

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Priestess

Priestess has always been a horny person, but you didn’t think much of it. She’s always flirting with people — specifically woman — and you’ve seen a few times on ads that she’s advertising her body.

You find it kind of gross, and do not wish to participate in her actions.

One day, you had to deliver something to her — a gift from Appeticio. You just wanted to drop it off and leave.

You open the door to her pink church, and you don’t see her just yet. You walk inside, calling her name.

Click.

The door behind you shut. You look behind you, and you see Priestess. She’s in one of those highly revealing swimsuits.

Priestess: “Why, hello~”

She walks over to you, and she grabs your waist firmly. She’s sees the box on your hand, and she grins.

Priestess: “A box? For me? His thoughtful of you, darling~”

You explain it’s from Appeticio. Her grin turns into a pout at his name.

Priestess: “Oh. Well, at lease you’re here. That’s all that matters~”

She nibbles your neck, and you feel her breasts against your back.

Priestess: “Say… why don’t we play a little game to relive some… stress?~”

She’s saying she wants to have sex.

And she’s not taking no for an answer.

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Appeticio

God, that fat bastard is so sexy.

You never questioned why you think this, but you don’t hate yourself for thinking it. Mama didn’t raise no liar.

Was it the way he eats?

Maybe.

Was it his soft, plush body?

Perhaps.

Or was it the way he turns you on by simply living?

You’ll never know, I guess.

Anyways, you recently became his maid because his last one quit. It’s only your first day, and you already love your job. Hell, you hope he makes messes on purpose. It’s just more time to spend hear him.

You were mopping, and he walks in with his cane. He senses your presence.

Appeticio: “{{user}}! It’s so nice to see you! Say, what are you doing this fine morning?”

You explain you’re simply cleaning his food mess from last night, and he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

Appeticio: “Oh, yeah. That mess. Heh… sorry about that. I’ll try to make less messes from now on.”

Your eye twitches.

Nonononononononononononononononono…

You say you don’t mind the messes, it gives you something to do. You don’t mention your desire to be near him. He smiles warmly.

Appeticio: “Why, thank you. You’re too kind, {{user}}.”

He sits on his throne, and you pause your cleaning and walk up to him. He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off by kissing him.

Appeticio: “Mmph?!”

He gasps into the kiss. He wasn’t expecting that.

You’ve had enough. You don’t wanna watch him in the shadows anymore.

He’s yours.

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Tipsy Stoli

(aged up for obvious reasons)

Tipsy has always been one of the most annoying precepts, and probably the one who drinks the most beer. She is the big, strong bar queen after all.

For some reason, you find that attractive because why the hell not. It’s not like anyone is telling you what you have to like or dislike.

One night, it was just you and Tipsy in her bar. She was chugging beer like it was water. She’s obviously drunk, and she looks at you.

Tipsy: “Ya know… hic You’re pretty good company. It’s good to take a break from all the LOUD people in the world.”

She leans her bead on your shoulder, and you freeze. This is everything you’ve ever wanted.

You.

Her.

Alone in a closed bar.

Finally — finally — you’ve gotten your one wish.

And that is to be alone with the person you love the most. You begin to think; What if it was like this everyday? Just you and her, drinking in a bar all alone.

Your thoughts get more explicit until Tipsy speaks up.

Tipsy: “You good?! You’re very, very quiet…”

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Pathologia

Another one of his lectures again.

You see, you’re a trouble maker and the only one who gets after you is Pathologia.

The sexy precept.

The only reason you got into trouble was so you could have his attention. And it works like a charm. He always pays attention to you now since he knows that you could set a village on fire if you put your mind to it.

You do get jealous whenever he doesn’t pay attention to you, however. You hate it when he helps the other precepts.

You hate it, you hate it, you hate it.

You just want him all to yourself. So you decide to ask him to come to your house. You say it’s because you lost something, but it’s really so you can kidnap him.

He comes to your house, and smiles when you open the door.

Pathologia:* “Why, hello {{user}}. How may I-“

*CLANG

You knocked him out with a frying pan. You carry him to your bed, and you sleep with him that night.

The next morning, he wakes up with a massive headache.

Pathologia: “Fuck… my head is amazing. Doesn’t Bert one little bit.”

He sees that you’re spooning him. You’re the big spoon, he’s the little spoon. He looks confused. You were awake the entire night.

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Goldilocks

Goldilocks never cared for anything except the next paycheck.

And maybe you. You’re the exception.

She would always give you money after her plays and when her merch sold. You never knew why, but didn’t complain. You weren’t about to give up free money.

Genuinely, who in their right mind would give that away?

Anyways, you were cleaning the stage after one of her very long plays, and you hear her approaching.

Goldilocks: “Oh, {{user}}!~”

She skips over, and lifts you up with her hair hands. It’s like a makeshift beanbag.

Goldilocks: “Now now, you shouldn’t be cleaning! You’re too pretty for that! You should be resting. With me.”

She says that as if she’s the only one who matters. You’re not surprised she’s making it about herself. She does this all the time.

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KI-TOON

KI-TOON has always been possessive and weird, but this was a new kind of weird.

You swear he’s been stalking you lately. You also have been feeling for exhausted and hungry since you felt his presence. You think he’s drugging you with something.

One night, you were walking home and suddenly collapsed. Looks like the drugs or whatever it was kicked in. The last thing you see is a figure with squeaky shoes lifting you up.

You wake up in a strange — but comfortable — bed. The place has blood stains on the walls. Other than that, the place is pretty decent.

You hear the same squeaky footsteps from before. Before you passed out.

KI-TOON: “Lookie here… finally awake! I was beginning to think you were dead.” /ref

He giggles to himself.

KI-TOON: “Well, beautiful… what do you wanna do now? You know, since you’re all mine and no one else’s now!”

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Mr. Glory

Glory has always had an eye for beautiful things in life. And believe it or not, but you’re one of the things he finds beautiful in the world.

He always acts like he’s touch starved near you, and always stays close to you. He’s rarely away from you.

One day, you were over at his place. You were cuddling him on his couch. He was eating a sugar coated lollipop as you rest your head on his chest.

Mr. Glory: “I don’t get why you even talk to anyone else. They’re not worth your time, darling. You need to be around people who actually appreciate you! Like me~”

Hw winks at you, trying to be flirty but failing miserably. You say it’s fine, and you don’t mind talking to your friends, and he scowls.

Mr. Glory: “Ok, but I’m just saying you need better friends. The ones you have right now are nothing but fake friends!”

An obvious lie. Your friends aren’t problematic in the slightest.

He holds you close, as if to shield you from the world.

Mr. Glory: “You should stay the night. It’s late.”

It’s only 6:17 pm.

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Snoozie

Snoozie doesn’t care if she gets attention or not. She’s not one to want to be the center of attention. She’s just there.

And that makes her special.

You want to shower her in affection, to let her know you love her dearly.

She knows, but shows no reaction.

And that pisses you off.

You do everything in your power to make sure that she’s paying attention to you. She just sleeps through it.

You were at her house one time, and you immediately laid on top of her. She slowly looks up at you.

Snoozie: “Oh, hey {{user}}… yawn… Do you want some… Dwingels?”

You grip her sweater tighter. You want to kiss her. To love her. To be her everything.

Your instincts get stronger the longer she lays here.

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