Euphoric Wedding

Could we possibly get a girl dad grizzy x reader. Can definitely imagine him as a girl dad, dancing around a kitchen with a baby and his girlfriend singing ‘my girl’, doing all the late night baby chores just so reader doesn’t have to lift a finger. Some fluffy, domestic grizzy <3

Dometic Bliss - Grizzy x Reader

The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the kitchen as you expertly chopped vegetables for dinner. But just then, a cheerful commotion broke the peaceful ambiance. Enter Grizzy, holding little Lily wrapped snugly in a soft pastel blanket, his enormous hands cradling her with the utmost care.

“Guess what?” he exclaimed, a radiant grin on his face. “It’s dancing time!”

Before you could respond, Grizzy cranked up the music, a sweet melody wafting through the air. The strains of “My Girl” filled the room, and he started twirling around with Lily, her giggles matching the rhythm of the song. Your heart swelled as you watched the gentle giant transform into a playful father, effortlessly swaying and spinning, somehow making the kitchen feel like a grand ballroom.

As you watched them dance, the love and bond between them were palpable. It was a sight you could watch endlessly—the jovial bear and his tiny princess finding joy in simple moments, like twirling under the soft glow of the kitchen lights.

Grizzy noticed you standing there, a smile on your lips as you leaned against the countertop. “Care to join us?” he called, playfully handing Lily off to you. You scooped her up, and the three of you danced together, laughter bouncing off the walls.

As the night wore on and the dinner preparations shifted to late-night baby chores, Grizzy took the lead. He gently placed Lily in her crib, singing her to sleep with the softest of lullabies. You watched him, amazed at how tender and patient he was, the reassuring notes of the melody echoing in the stillness of the night.

When it was time for a diaper change or a midnight feeding, Grizzy was always right there, trading off responsibilities without a second thought. He’d nudge you softly with his elbow, whispering, “I’ve got this,” or, “You deserve a break, babe.” His selflessness warmed your heart and made you fall deeper in love with him each day.

As the days turned into weeks, you realized how lucky you were. Grizzy made every mundane task feel special—a loving dance or a shared laugh over a teething toy. He filled your home with warmth and laughter, making even sleepless nights cozy, wrapped in the love you all shared.

One evening, after tucking Lily in for the night, you both found yourselves on the couch, basking in the peaceful ambiance of your home. The air was filled with the soft glow of a lamp and the sweet sound of quiet. You leaned against Grizzy, savoring the moment.

“I never knew I could be this happy,” you murmured, glancing up at him. His face beamed with pride and joy. "It's all thanks to you and our little bear."

Grizzy chuckled, brushing a stray hair from your face. “It’s amazing how a little girl can change everything,” he said, his voice soft but full of conviction. “Every day with you two is the best kind of adventure.”

In that moment, amidst the soft sounds of the night and the laughter that still echoed in your heart, you knew that no matter what life through your way, you had found your happy place—a beautiful family built on love, laughter, and a few dance parties in the middle of the kitchen.

I just realized I never gave a clip or video to go with the request I sent (I sent the clooless one with the face less reader)

I hope that’s okay and it’s not could you respond so I know if it was okay or not?

Yes this is okay! I can do it! Give me til Friday-ish and I’ll have it posted love! 💕

What to use instead of 'said'

Normally:

• added • replied • answered • stated • announced • questioned • asked • mentioned • remarked

Loudly:

• cheered • shouted • yelled • demanded • barked • blurted • growled • scolded •snorted

Softly:

• muttered • murmured • mumbled • uttered • stuttered • hissed • moaned • mouthed

Emotionally:

• begged • cried • confessed • complained • promised • pleaded

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Welcome to My Page! Hiya~! I'm Chaos Chloe, but y'all can just call me Chloe. I am a 23-year-old female. I am employed in the healthcare/medial field (as you can see by some of my stories), since I am a part of that field, I don't really have a posting schedule, yet. I am slowly, very slowly trying to get a hold of it. I do have ADHD, so my is scattered majority of the time. I do have some unfinished stories in progress, I am in the middle of wanting to rewrite/redo. As you can probably tell, I write for The Clooless Podcast/group {Use code CLOO}, I am open to expanding my works too = Frouse, Goons, and maybe some more down the road. I used to write for WWE, AEW, and the Vanoss Crew/Bananas Bus Squad, but those days are gone and have been retired. If you have any questions, go ahead and message me or ask anon, I don't mind answering questions you will all have. Now on to the Rules of my page and some guideline for request!

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First Date?

Summary:It was a typical evening in the virtual realm of Discord

TW: Friends to Lovers?, first date planning

You had just wrapped up a recording session with your crew and Pezzy , your best friend and a talented speedrunner. The dim light of your monitors cast a cozy glow across the room as you settled into a voice call, ready to unwind and share some laughs. Pezzy was already knee-deep in a chaotic speedrun of a notoriously glitchy game, his fingers flying across the keyboard like a pianist at a concert.

As he raced through pixelated landscapes, dodging enemies and exploiting every corner of the game, you chimed in with pointers and strategies, referencing the glitch where a character could slip through an invisible wall to bypass a tough sequence. “If you angle the jump just right,” you said, trying to inject a dose of enthusiasm into your commentary, “you can save at least five seconds here!”

Pezzy’s concentration was palpable, his eyes glued to the screen, a sly grin creeping up as he executed a flawless maneuver that even astonished you. But as you started elaborating on a particularly tricky glitch that not many players knew about, he suddenly interrupted.

“Let’s skip the small talk and just go on a date.”

The statement hung in the air, a surreal pause punctuating the usual banter of your friendship. You blinked, a mixture of surprise and confusion washing over you. Have you misheard? Was this Pezzy's way of joking? A playful distraction from the intensity of the game?

“Uh… what?” you stammered, trying to process the sudden shift from gaming strategy to… well, what sounded suspiciously like a romantic proposal.

Pezzy chuckled, pausing the game momentarily, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I mean, think about it,” he said, leaning back in his chair, hands raised in a mock-innocent gesture. “We’ve spent countless hours grinding through levels, trading puns and strategies; why not take it a step further? Why can’t a gaming call be a date?”

You could almost hear the gears turning in his mind, his enthusiasm getting the better of his usual joking demeanor. “I can bring the snacks, you bring the memes, and we can speedrun our way through the pizza delivery time!”

You laughed, the absurdity of the suggestion momentarily sweeping away the confusion. “So you’re saying our date is just going to be another typical ‘us’ thing?” 

“Exactly!” he grinned. “Just more pizza bites and fewer glitches, maybe? No interruptions from the game.”

A comfortable warmth spread throughout the call as you considered the idea. While you both had always seen each other as close friends, the notion of embracing a different kind of connection, even if it remained within the realm of gaming, felt intriguing. You tossed around the idea of what a ‘date’ meant in the context of your friendship. 

“Alright, fine,” you finally relented, humor lacing your tone. “What does this date entail? Are we still going to argue over who plays better, or will we act like proper date-goers and just enjoy?”

“Definitely the former—who could ignore the chance to continually roast each other?” he replied with a glee.

As he resumed the game, the laughter between you became effortless, the banter an infusion of energy into the call. The idea of a date transformed into a charming concept full of inside jokes and peculiarities only the two of you could fully appreciate.

In that moment, amid the chaotic sound of game effects and the thrill of competition, the line between friendship and something deeper blurred into a scintillating mystery—one that would keep both of you on your toes, not just in games but perhaps in navigating this fresh, exciting territory of connection.

Love Struck

Summary: As the soft glow of the moonlight filtered into the bedroom, casting gentle shadows on the walls, Droid lay beside you, propped on one elbow, whispering sweet nothings that danced on your skin like a feather light touch. The room was still, but his voice filled it with warmth.

TW: Established relationship, reliving memories, soft love

Inspired by Can't you see

“You know,” he began, his fingers playing with the strands of your hair as he peered into your eyes, “there are moments—little fragments of time—that play like a movie in my mind, reminding me why I fell for you.” His gaze softened, a fond smile teasing at the corners of his lips as he spoke, the memories illuminating his features.

“There was this day at the café when I first noticed you across the room,” he said, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “You were sitting there, your brow slightly furrowed, deep in thought, but there was something else. Behind that blank facade, I could see a warmth that drew me in. Like the chill of the winter air suddenly giving way to spring sunlight.”

You smiled softly, recalling the moment, the way his eyes had sparkled with curiosity as he watched you, and the way your heartbeat quickened when you caught him staring back.

Droid continued, “And then you caught me… your lips curled into that playful smirk, and I knew I was done for. You batted your lashes, teasing me. I tried to glare, you know, to keep my stoic composure, but inside I was melting. That laugh of yours—the loud, boisterous kind—echoed through my mind, sealing the deal. It was impossible not to be intrigued.”

He paused, a distant look crossing his face. “And that one time at the gallery, when you beamed with pride at my photography,” he said, his smile widening with the memory. “You had this way of looking at me, like you believed in me and my dreams. It filled me with this childish joy, bursting at the seams. That’s what made me realize I wanted to be by your side.”

You shifted closer, and Droid lowered his voice to a soft whisper as if sharing a cherished secret. “In that busy room, with all the people around, it was you who caught my eye, my heart. I remember how your pupils dilated the moment you saw my work, how your excitement was infectious. It was like everything quieted down, and all that mattered was us.”

He reached out to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking your skin. “Even now, as you drift asleep, there’s a peace in your face that calms me. I love you, and I love these moments—how they linger in the air between us. How you bring warmth to my coldest days and fill my heart with trust.”

Drunk Clooless Moments - Pezzy x f!Reader

Summary: Pezzy's Girlfriend hangs out in his room, while streaming drunk

TW: Alcohol, cursing, drunkness, use of "vagina"

It was another Friday night, I was sitting with my legs criss-cross on my boyfriend's bed while using the wall as my back rest. I was scrolling through chat on my laptop, banning and timing out kids being ridiculously stupid. He was streaming Sons of the Forest while drinking, but now they all are just on call talking to each other. Droid just kills his stream, telling his viewers that he was joining us in Pezzy’s room. I closed off his stream, I had tabbed on another desktop screen, as I heard his heavy footsteps getting closer to Pezzy’s room. Droid does a polite, light knock to tell us that he was coming in, but I had the door lock. I discarded my laptop on the bed, leaning over to unlock and open the door for him. 

“Oh, hey, what's up ___?” “I didn't know you were over tonight.” Droid greeted me with our “secret” special handshake. 

“Yeah, this one needed an extra mod tonight. Also, I wasn't leaving the bedroom, I'm being lazy tonight. I parked my happy ass right here.” I explained while pointing to Pezzy

“What? Guys whatcha mean that ___ is cheating on me? Huh?” Pezzy read out chat with slurred speech.

“Chat, you do realize that I know Pezzy because I’m Droid’s best friend out of their group, right?” I snipped at chat for making stupid acquisitions.

“Just for you to know, that you’re getting ban, for being a stupid.” I said while scrolling for that idiotic chatter.

As I was hunting for more people to ban who were looking for attention the boys fell into a smooth rhythm of conversation, keeping me out of it. Once I got rid of that one chatter, I opened another tab for some online shopping. While scrolling on Hot Topic, Shein, and Etsy for specialized custom gifts, my attention was caught by Pezzy’s phone ringing.

“Why is Grizzy facetiming me?” Pezzy spoke into his microphone, clicking the answer button.

“Hello Grizzy.” Pezzy answered

“Hey I'm walking over.” Grizzy cut right to the chase

“You're walking over?” Pezzy gasped in laughter

“Yes. Number 1, save the liquor. Number 2, save the door.” Grizzy rattled off

“M’kay” Pezzy agreed while looking at me.

“Wha happen?” Grizzy asked

“Doors unlocked” Droid replied while Pezzy was staring off to space

“Why did you leave the door unlocked? Wait, I thought I locked it when I came in.” I ponder

“I unlocked it before I came in here.” Droid explains 

“Okay I'll walk right on in.” Grizzy said

“Okay have fun.” Pezzy added 

“Okay don't think you're gonna get robbed.” Grizzy warned

“Why the hell would we think we were getting robbed?” I asked to droid who was looking at me 

“Man, I don't know” Droid Shrugged as he sat on the end of the bed

“Here talk to chat, sit here and talk. Sit here.” Pezzy told Droid as he was taking his headphones off.

“Wait is-?” 

“What's up you stupid fucks?!” Puffer barged into the room

“Aaahhh” Pezzy screamed while clutching his heart. I froze up like a deer in headlights, holding my laptop with both hands.

“Hi Puff” I greeted back

“Oh shit! My bad ___” Puffer felt slightly bad and gave me a weird hug.

Droid sat back on bed, since Pezzy got cornered back into his chair as Puffer walked into the room. I put my laptop to the side and sat right next to Droid, leaning my head on his shoulder. 

Droid was sipping on his drink chiming in and there with Pezzy and Puffer talking to chat about random ass shit. I heard a slight shuffle outside the door, reminding myself it was either Sly or Grizzy. The door opened to wild Grizzy who finally showed up.

“Bro there's a big ass wasp in front of your house.” grizzy informed us

“A wasp?!” Pezzy yelled

“Yeah I ran inside once I realized it was following me.” I said to Grizzy, giving him a high five.

“Why you outta breath?” Puffer investigated Grizzy

“The wasp.” grizzy replied, sounding offended that Puffer would ask him that. We all laughed at his tone.

“Now where’s the liquor?” Grizzy asked, I gave him a red solo cup I had put to the side.

“L-Look Here take a shot. We all took one, well expect __” Droid said pouring Grizzy a “shot”

“Okay” Grizzy quickly agreed

“Oh. hold up a sec.” Droid said while looking into Grizzy’s cup. Droid took the cup and brought it up to his lips to take a drink, since it was not a shot

“That's a lot.” Droid said laughing at his stupidity.

“That shit smells like nail polish.” Grizzy replied after taking a sniff of the cup

“No it smells nice” Pezzy added

“Noo it smells like hand sanitizer and nail polish” Droid countered “It will do you wrong but do you right” Droid

“It got me drunk before a glass, ask __” Pezzy said, trhowing his head to my direction.“It did, it was pretty funny and entertaining.” I said with a small smile

After that the whole gang was here so I tuned them out, opened my laptop again to a split screen of the stream chat and google. I was having multiple casual conversations with regular chatters and other mods. Letting time pass us by until I got a notification that “ElasticDroid” is live on the top right of my screen, but Droid was sitting right in front of me in Pezzys’ chair. I was most definitely not getting in the middle of this, I got up from Pezzy’s bed and walked out to the hallway couch. I was going to hide here until they were not chasing after each other.  After like 10 - 15 minutes of the back-and-forth funny shit, they all came back into Pezzy’s room. Pezzy peaked his head out, motioning for me to join back in his room.

I walked back in, sat on the corner of the bed right behind Droid. I shoved my turned off laptop underneath his bed so it wouldn't get stepped on or ruined. When I get right back up, I see Pezzy putting his arms around Grizzy’s and Droid's shoulder. Grizzy stretched his arms out to carry Pezzy, in doing so Pezzy lifted his own legs up and placed them in Grizzy’s arms. I started giggling and shaking my head, scooting back in the bed so the guys have room.  Grizzy started laughing with me, Droid was watching the camera playback video, and Puffer was looking back at them being stupid. 

“He is, He is crazy light, what the fuck.” Droid says confused

“I’m 130 pounds.” Pezzy informs them

“Really?!? I could bench this fool. What the fuck?” Droid says shocked at this revelation, pezzy started laughing and tripping over his junk lying on the floor.

“I think anyone can, but not me.” I said slyly, hiding my smirk behind Pezzy’s cup as I took a sip.

 “He’s my warm up.” Grizzy continued

“That is true, that is true.” Droid repeated looking at Puffer, Pezzy gathered himself and was standing right between Grizzy and i.

“You wanna, You wanna?” Pezzy asked, doing the curl up motion and I started shaking my head in disbelief of how drunk he is right now.

Grizzy agreed and started curling him very easily twice before Droid wanted to try. Pezzy was unbalanced in Grizzy’s arm before trying to transfer him into Droid’s arms. Grizzy moved quickly and Droid tried to save Pezzy but they both moved to where I was in his bed, Pezzy somehow ended up right in between my legs, Pezzy’s face got smashed right into my vagina. Grizzy held him right there laughing, while Droid picked him up out of the predicament, Puffer was drinking straight out of the bottle. I was laughing so hard from embarrassment and happiness that I was turning into a batch of freshly picked cherries. 

“What were you doing down there Pezzy?” Droid asked bluntly with joy, I ended up on the floor in front of the mirror laughing and wheezing

“Hello world, I was definitely not in between my girlfriend's legs just now.” Pezzy slurred as Droid had him in the princess carry.

“Isn't that where you're supposed to be Pezzy, you know like every night?” Puffered popped off

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving this room to bake or cook something.” I get up out of breath, my face still red not wanting to deal with this anymore.

“Chat say bye to ____” Puffer says

“Bye___” “Bye love” “Bye Bitch” the guys say as I'm leaving the room with my sleepover bag in hand. 

Astigmatic

Summary: Happy Birthday/Happy Halloween to BigPuffer, wait what did he say? Is that right? They're vampires......

Tw: HORRORish, clooless!vampires, mind games, cursing, blood mentioned, lmk if i missed anything

FIC inspiration: Vampires- Dominic Fike

SHOUTOUT TO @candy-girl, she is just perfectly amazing! look at her works too!

I floated up the walkway, my white bodysuit shimmering under the twinkling lights that lined the porch. The door swung open, and a booming voice shouted, "Welcome, Angel!" It was Bigpuffer, the birthday boy himself, beaming with excitement.

As I entered the mansion, I was greeted by his friends, Pezzy, Elasticdriod, and Grizzy. They were all dressed in their kookiest attire, with Pezzy sporting a minion costume with a Dr Suess hat, Elasticdriod wearing a Luigi costume, and Grizzy... well, Grizzy looked like a creepy bear clown with a horrid mask on. 

Bigpuffer approached me, grinning from ear to ear. "Angel, you look stunning! We're so glad you could make it."

I smiled, feeling a little self-conscious about my sparkly bodysuit. "Thank you, Bigpuffer! I wouldn't have missed this for the world."

Elasticdriod sidled up to me, his glowing skeleton suit making him look like a walking specter. "Hey, Angel, we have a special game planned for tonight. Are you ready to play?"

Pezzy howled in the background, "Yeah! It's going to be a killer night!"

Grizzy gave a menacing chuckle, his spider eyes glinting in the dim light.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a thrill of excitement. "What's the game?"

Bigpuffer leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "We're going to play... 'Mystery Mansion Mayhem'!"

My heart skipped a beat as the lights flickered and the room fell silent. The game was about to begin, and I had no idea what lay ahead…

Tranium, one of our mutual friends, walked up to me with a face that screamed that I need to run away from this party. “Don't believe what they say, and don't drink the red wine.” His words filled with a drastic warning, he leaned closer but played it off as he was giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek as a greeting. “I only showed up to tell you, Everyone at this party's a vampire. Please be careful with those four.”

I felt a chill run down my spine as I processed Tranium's warning. A vampire party? It sounded like a plot from a horror movie. I tried to brush it off, thinking it was just a silly joke, but the look on Tranium's face told me otherwise.

As he hugged me and kissed my cheek, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was genuinely trying to save me from something. The sudden change in his demeanor from a friendly greeting to a serious warning was unsettling.

I glanced around the room, trying to spot any signs of vampire-like behavior. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, laughing and chatting, but I noticed that they all seemed... pale. And their eyes seemed to be gleaming in the dim light.

I turned back to Tranium, my voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean, 'don't drink the wine'?"

Tranium leaned in closer, his voice low and urgent. "They're all vampires, Angel. This ain't red wine, We're all food for the bloodsuckers. They've been biting people for months now. Bigpuffer's been using his wealth and influence to cover it up. Please, be careful around them."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at Bigpuffer, Pezzy, Elasticdriod, and Grizzy. They seemed so... normal. But what if Tranium was right? What if they were all vampires, and I was walking into a trap?

I glanced at the red wine that was being passed around the room. "Is that why the party was after dark, they're Moving' up under the moonlight?"

Tranium nodded grimly. "Yes. Don't drink the wine and please Baby, careful inside where you step, you’ll feel the weight of their eyes on your neck."

I felt a surge of fear as I realized that I was trapped in a house with a group of potentially deadly vampires. But what could I do? I was outnumbered and outmatched.

As I stood there, frozen with fear, Bigpuffer's booming voice echoed through the room. "Okay, everyone! Let's get started with the game!"

The room erupted into cheers and applause, and I knew that I had to make a decision quickly.

With my heart racing, I forced myself to take a deep breath, reminding myself that panic wouldn’t help. I had to think clearly if I was going to navigate this Halloween party filled with potential danger. I needed a plan.

As Bigpuffer rubbed his hands together and approached the cake, I whispered to Tranium, “I am go Passin' them on the way down descendin' the stairs.”

Tranium glanced nervously at the crowd. “And the whole room is watching while pretendin' to dance but keep your guard up. Maybe head toward the dining room; there’s a back door that leads to the garden. You can make your escape through there. It was close 'cause I don't know if you stood any chance.”

I nodded, my mind racing. The laughter of the other partygoers filled my ears, growing louder with each passing second. They were ready for this game, and I couldn’t let them realize I was onto their true nature.

When Bigpuffer called out, “Everyone gather around! The first game is ‘Find the Hidden Fang!’” I forced a smile to mask my fear and joined the cluster of party-goers, trying to look enthusiastic while scanning the room for an exit.

As a game began, the atmosphere shifted, each player reaching for hidden items around the room as the challenge commenced. I kept my distance from Pezzy—his minion costume seemed to cloak his predatory instincts—and focused my attention on finding anything that could create a diversion.

Feigning excitement, I darted toward the table, bending down to retrieve the candlestick while the other partygoers continued to search for their 'fangs.' But just as I did, I felt a  way too cold hand on my shoulder.

“Angel, what are you up to?” It was Elasticdriod, his moustache glowing eerily flickering under the faint lights. My breath caught in my throat. 

“Uh, just... checking for, um, hidden treasures!” I stammered, holding up a candlestick like a trophy.

Grizzy, who was now crouched nearby, raised an eyebrow. “You found a candlestick? Careful, dear. You wouldn’t want your hand to slip. We wouldn’t want to have an accident at Bigpuffer’s birthday party, now would we?”

Their smirks sent shudders through my spine, and I felt like prey cornered by hunters. Just as I was about to panic, I remembered Tranium’s warning and what he said about feeling the weight of their eyes. I had to act before they closed in and realized that I had no intention of joining in on the fun.

“I think I hear someone calling my name outside,” I exclaimed suddenly, putting down  the candlestick. “I should check it out!” 

I turned on my heel and dashed toward the back of the mansion. The parties shouted and laughed, distracted by my unexpected announcement as I pushed through the crowd, hoping my ruse bought me just enough time to escape. 

But as I reached the door, I felt eyes on my back—a cold gaze that sent shivers down my spine. I dared not look back, yet every fiber of my being told me I was being watched. The game was just beginning, but I was determined to stay one step ahead.

“Were you feelin' left out?” A voice announced their presence, it was Pezzy. He walked up behind me as I was thinking out loud. “Take me back when I'm feelin' stressed out, 'Cause it's nearin' that time.” I really wished I just stayed at home, stressing if i should have gone or not, i really shouldn’t have come. 

“Hey Angel! Long time no see.” Suda walks up to me with his arms wide open with that knowing look, thankfully Pezzy couldn't see the relief that washed over my panicked expression. As he went in for a long hug like siblings being reunited after a couple years. “I only showed up to tell you, Everyone at this party's a vampire, That ain't red wine.” He chanted the same mantra in my ear as Tranium did earlier in the night. 

My heart raced again, and I clenched my hand harder as Suda’s warm embrace provided a momentary sense of comfort. But with Pezzy so close, I knew I couldn’t let my guard down. I pulled back, forcing a smile that felt brittle on my lips. I wanted nothing more than to bolt out of the door, but my instincts warned me against making any sudden movements.

“Great to see you, Suda!” I said, though my voice wavered. “You always know how to make a dramatic entrance.”

Pezzy squinted suspiciously, his sharp features catching the low light. “What were you guys whispering about? Planning some escape, Angel?”

Before I could stammer out a response, Suda stepped right in, his demeanor shifting to smoothly deflect. “Oh, just catching up on old times! You know how it is. But you! You were always Movin' up under the moonlight!” He flashed a playful grin, attempting to steer the conversation away from my panic.

“Yeah, you were the great escape artist back then!” Pezzy chuckled, his fangs just visible beneath his smile, making me clench my hand around Suda’s arm.

As they continued to engage in playful banter, my mind raced. I knew I had to act, to either convince them to give me space or find my escape before the game became too dangerous. Images of previous parties flooded my mind: the laughter, the food, the drinks—unbeknownst to me, knitted within were the threads of deception.

“Hey! Why don't we all go outside? Get some fresh air?” I proposed, trying to sound nonchalant.

Suda nodded, looking genuinely curious. “Sure! Sounds like a great idea!” “They can tell that your mind is a mess” Suda said in a very low whisper that I picked up on, and no one else did. 

But before I could take even a step toward the exit, Bigpuffer’s voice boomed from behind us, interrupting. “What’s this? A secret rendezvous without the group? We can't have that! Come on, everyone, the game is about to take a new twist!”

I felt a tension creep over the room; Pezzy shrugged, tossing a grin my way. “Looks like the night is just getting started!”

The partygoers cheered, the rhythm catching the energy around us, but my gut twisted. Here I was—a player in their deadly game, and this was only the beginning. The stakes were real and rising as the implications of their supernatural thirst loomed over the evening.

I met Suda’s gaze, and he seemed to sense my anxiety. “Just stay close,” he whispered, an assurance amidst the chaos.

Before I could respond, we were ushered back toward the central lounge area, the circle of guests now intertwined in their game, excitement usurping any remaining privacy. The tension in the air was palpable.

“Welcome to ‘Vampire Feud!’” Bigpuffer announced, revealing a deck of cards with symbols I couldn’t make out. “In this game, your wit will decide your fate tonight, but remember: trust is as thin as a whisper in the night.”

I pulled Suda closer. "Do you really think these people are vampires? I mean, is it true?" I couldn't help but sound desperate.

Suda leaned in and whispered, "Angel, just play along. If they're really vampires, it gives us time to figure out a way to beat them at their own game. Just stay alert."

Bigpuffer began explaining the rules, now an unexpected weapon in this night of horror. Each round eliminated a player, leaving them vulnerable to picking off the stragglers. As I stood there waiting for my turn, I felt a thrill of dread mixed with empowerment. They believed I was as oblivious as I'd been when I walked in. “And there's no sign, the party vanished into thin air.” I whispered wanting to use extra bodies as a way to blend in.

"Exactly," Suda replied, his voice low and conspiratorial. "If the party vanishes, that means fewer eyes on us. We can become shadows among them. But we have to be careful."

Bigpuffer’s deep voice reverberated through the room as he elaborated on the rules of Vampire Feud. “Each round will test your wits. After each round, the player with the worst performance will be eliminated. And don’t think you can figure this out alone—working together could keep you safe… or get you burned.” His laughter echoed ominously, sending a fresh wave of unease washing over me.

As he spoke, I scanned the make-shift arena—the dimly lit lounge was filled with candles that flickered like real flames, casting dancing shadows that warped the faces of the players nearby. Pezzy was across the way, leaning against the wall, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was more wolf than man tonight—a perfect disguise for a game where danger lurked behind every laugh.

“Listen, Angel,” Suda said, nudging me gently, “if we stick together, we have a better chance of figuring this out. Just remember the signs—the game is all about deceit. They love misdirection.”

My heart raced as I glanced toward Bigpuffer, who was now handing out decks of strange, ornate cards that glimmered in the candlelight. Each card seemed to pulse, as if imbued with some hidden energy. “When your name is called, draw a card, and answer the question it holds. Get it right, and you’re safe. Get it wrong, and… well, let’s just say it’s better to be left out than to face the consequences!” His laughter boomed again, chilling and infectious.

I felt a jolt of adrenaline. “What kind of questions?” I asked Suda, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Just watch,” he said, a hint of excitement flickering in his eyes. “This is where their arrogance might be their downfall. If we can turn their games against them, we might just survive the night.”

When my turn finally came, I felt the moment stretch indefinitely. All eyes turned to me, the room a chorus of gasps, laughter, and murmurs. I approached Bigpuffer, feeling as if I were walking down a tightrope high above a pit of snakes.

He smirked, handing me a card that shimmered darkly as I grasped it. “Let’s see if you’re as clever as you look, Angel! The question for you is… ‘What binds the soul to the body before the bite?’”

I froze, my mind racing. What would a vampire want to hear? It had to be something both clever and unsettling. I could feel the weight of their gazes, each one a sharpened point of focus, assessing me. “M-magic?” I stuttered, the simplest answer coming out like an unsteady breath.

Bigpuffer’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Incorrect! The answer we seek is fear. It’s what allows us to enter your minds, Angel!”

A murmur rose from the crowd, and I gulped, feeling the shift in energy. I hadn’t been quick enough. Would this decision lead to my doom? 

Through the fog of my panic, I felt Suda leaning in again. “Stay cool—play the next round by instinct. Get ready to blend in when it’s over; wait for your moment.”

With a flick of Bigpuffer's wrist, the next challenge began. Each player was called, the tension rising like a dark storm. Questions flung like knives, their answers designed to test knowledge of the supernatural, presenting an edge of horror wrapped in trivia.

The next player was pulled into the spotlight—a nervous girl with wide eyes. “What ancient artifact grants access to the shadows?” she faltered, and when her answer came out too weak, she was immediately marked.

“Out! Nowhere to hide from us!” Bigpuffer declared, while the other guests cheered, their enthusiasm almost bloodthirsty.

Realizing this was not just a game—I needed an escape plan, and fast.

“Angel, now!” Suda whispered urgently as my turn approached once more. “Blend in with the others. We need to wait for the right moment when the real fun begins. Use the chaos.”

As I drew closer to my next question, I took in what I could remember from Tranium’s warnings about the true nature of vampires. It was in the stories and the knowledge that I could uncover something—anything—that could keep me from disappearing into the night alongside the others.

“And if I become one of them?” I murmured, feeling the pull of dread once more. “I need to know how this is played out…”

Just then, Pezzy shot me a knowing glance, the corner of his mouth quaking up in a way that sent chills down my spine. I turned away, ready to play their game and perhaps even turn the tide, transforming from prey to predator. In this dance under the moonlight, the time for hiding was over; the game would soon take a thrilling twist. “Just like a ghost town, your best friends weren't even there.” Pezzy mouthed to me, I looked around and I never saw Tranium or Suda anymore; they weren’t even on the side lines. 

Panic washed over me like a freezing tide. My heart raced, the thudding in my chest almost deafening against the backdrop of laughter and shadows. Pezzy’s words hung in the air, thick with ominous overtones, and that knowing glint in his eyes hinted at what I’d feared all along: isolation. 

“Where are they?!” I hissed, desperation tightening my voice. But Pezzy merely shrugged, dropping his gaze to the floor with a mock nonchalance that made my skin crawl. 

The room spun, filled with swirling laughter, flickering candlelight, and faces that reeked of deceit. I hadn’t noticed until now how some of the other players had grown quiet, their eyes glimmering in the muted light, like predators waiting for their strike. Panic stirred deeper within. I needed to keep it together. 

“Staying present in a ghost town can play tricks on your mind,” Pezzy whispered just loud enough for me to hear. “Just remember: only the strongest survive.”

My instinct kicked in. I was alone, but I wouldn’t show fear. This was still a game, and I had to play it like chess on a battlefield. Maybe Tranium and Suda were out hiding, playing their own dangerous strategy, and I could find a way to join them. 

Bigpuffer’s laughter boomed in the distance, pulling my attention back. “Next player up!” he called out, and I forced my eyes to the stage where a nervous girl trembled under the scrutiny of the audience. Worry knotted in my stomach—would she be the next to vanish? 

“Now,” Bigpuffer said, flashing a sinister grin, “let’s see what you can do. The question is simple: ‘What is the color of dawn in a vampire’s world?’”

The girl hesitated, glancing around as if she might find the answers hidden in the faces of her peers. “Uh… red?” she finally stammered. 

“Incorrect. The answer is black, for that is when we thrive,” Bigpuffer exclaimed. A smirk stretched across his face as the girl clutched her chest, eyes wide, but it was too late. His hand shot out like quicksilver, and in a matter of seconds, he marked her as eliminated.

I recoiled, the room seeming to close in around me. One more lost, one more gone. Who would be next?

As the currents of excitement surged through the remaining players, I took a breath, trying to blend into the chaos, eyes roaming the room. Where were Tranium and Suda? I had to focus. I needed information on how to get out, and fast. 

“Angel!” Pezzy snapped, jarring me from my thoughts. “Your turn is coming up. Play it smart. And don’t forget: trust no one.” 

He moved back, revealing the dim lights where shadows danced in a sinister waltz. The ghost town metaphor struck deep; it was vital in this atmosphere to keep my mind focused, lest I lose my footing in the weight of speculation. But I heard him whisper one thing I heard already twice tonight, “I only showed up to tell you, Everyone at this party's a vampire.” Pezzy was mocking us. He knew, and he wanted me to know.

My beating heart stopped and sank down to the ground I was standing on. How in the hell did Pezzy know what Trainium and Suda said to me when they both greeted me? No one heard what they said to me, or so I thought. Can I even trust Trainium or Suda?

Sudden dread washed over me, mingling with the adrenaline that had been surging through my veins. Pezzy’s smirk twisted like a blade in my gut, a blend of mockery and something more profound—knowledge. How much did he know? 

My thoughts tangled in a frantic whirlpool. Tranium and Suda had whispered warnings, but had they indeed been right? Were they part of this game, a hidden agenda lurking behind their words? Pezzy’s laughter rang in the air, drawing the attention of the remaining players as they prepared for the next round. 

“What’s the matter, Angel? Are you beginning to feel a little weight from the truth?” Pezzy’s voice oozed with amusement, yet his eyes held a glint of something sharper. “You’re in a ghost town filled with shadows waiting to consume you. Your friends—you really think they’re on your side?”

The notion sent a cold wave of uncertainty crashing over me. Had I unwittingly walked into a den of vampires, a party layered with deception and insidious motives? Or were they merely trying to protect me? Then it finally dawned upon me, literally everyone is a vampire except me, I was the only one who could feel fear. My blood is what they wanted to feed on, my body was frozen solid. I was played, and played bigtime; they all were working together. 

The realization slammed into me like a freight train; the dance of shadows shifted into a haunting waltz of vulnerability. I stood, frozen, marooned in a sea where I was the sole vessel of humanity, a pulse of warmth against the icy grip of a congregation of vampires. My breath quickened, each inhalation a stark reminder of mortality amidst the echo of otherworldly allure.

Suddenly, the laughter and chatter morphed into a suffocating fog, cocooning me with its sinister embrace. They weren’t here to make friends; they were here for my essence, my life force—my blood. Every smile, every whispered promise felt like thorny tendrils of deceit reaching out to ensnare me. 

Pezzy’s words replayed in my mind, taunting me as they dug into the very marrow of my being: "Everyone at this party's a vampire." He’d known the truth all along, but what did he gain from dragging me into this unnerving game? Was his mocking tone a mask for some deeper malice—or was it a twisted form of camaraderie with a fellow outcast?

My hands trembled, an involuntary response to the rising tide of fear in my gut. I needed to channel that fear into action. Panic could be my downfall if I let it overpower me. I willed my breathing to steady as I cast my gaze across the room, scanning the crowd with newfound wariness.

I needed to extract any information, find any alliances that might help me navigate this labyrinth of deception. Tranium and Suda’s earlier faces flashed in my mind—had they been allies, or were they part of an intricate trap? And what of Pezzy? Was he a potential ally or simply another sharp tooth in this predatory gathering?

“Come on, Angel!” Bigpuffer boomed, breaking through my thoughts. “Don’t keep us in suspense.” He had a charismatic air, but now it felt distinctly predatory, like a wolf urging a lamb to step forward into the fold. 

As I stepped into the circle, forcing my legs to move, my pulse raced like a drum in a chase. I resolved to play their game, to outsmart them at their own dance. I could not let them see my fear. Instead, I would wear it as a cloak—an identity they believed they understood. After all, if I was the only human in this room, then I could also be the only one to see through their veils.

“What’s your question tonight, dear?” Bigpuffer leaned in, a feral grin spreading across his face, his fangs barely hidden by his lips. The atmosphere shifted again, electricity crackling, weaving its way through the air to mine and their charged curiosity.

I met his gaze, my heart racing as I replied, “Are we all dead? Is that really red wine?

Were you feelin' left out?”

The room fell silent, as if the very air had been sucked out, leaving only an unsettling stillness. Bigpuffer's grin faltered, his eyes narrowed into slits as he regarded me with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. The others seemed to be holding their collective breath, awaiting his response.

The pause was palpable, heavy with unspoken tension. Then, Bigpuffer's face relaxed, and he let out a low, rumbling chuckle. The sound sent shivers down my spine as he leaned in closer, his fangs glinting in the dim light.

"Ah, Angel, you are a clever one, aren't you?" he purred, his voice dripping with amusement. "I must admit, I'm impressed. You've managed to cut through the facade and ask the question that's been on everyone's mind, yet too afraid to speak aloud."

He paused, surveying the room with a sweeping glance. The others seemed to be watching him with bated breath, their faces frozen in anticipation.

"As for your question, I'll give you a straight answer," Bigpuffer continued, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Yes, we are all dead, in the classical sense. Our hearts no longer beat, our lungs no longer breathe. But we're not quite... departed, either."

He smiled, revealing the full extent of his fangs. "As for the red wine, well... let's just say it's a bit of a specialty. A certain... vintage, shall we say. One that's been aged to perfection, with a dash of something extra."

The room seemed to vibrate with tension as Bigpuffer's words hung in the air. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I grasped the implications of what he was saying. The "red wine" was likely a euphemism for something far more sinister, something that tied into the mysterious and unsettling atmosphere of the party.

Suddenly, Pezzy spoke up, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Enough games, Bigpuffer. Let's get to the point. We all know why we're here, and it's not for the wine or the company."

The room seemed to darken, as if the shadows themselves were closing in. Bigpuffer's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with a malevolent light.

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Pezzy," he purred. "We're not just here for the main course. We're here for the entertainment, the thrill of the hunt. And our dear Angel has just become the star of the show."

As Bigpuffer's words hung in the air, I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine. I was trapped, surrounded by creatures who saw me as nothing more than a plaything, a means to an end. And I knew that I had to think fast, to come up with a plan to survive the night, or risk becoming the main course in their twisted game of survival. But which path is the light or the dark?

The line between light and darkness blurred like a mirage on a scorching desert night. It was a path fraught with danger, where every step forward risked unleashing a maelstrom of uncertainty. As I scanned the room, trying to gauge the intentions of my captors, the shadows seemed to come alive, weaving a dance of deception.

Bigpuffer's words still resonated in my mind: "You, Angel, have become the star of the show." The phrase sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder that I was no longer the audience, but the spectacle itself. The weight of their expectations crushed me, threatening to suffocate me under the pressure of their twisted desires.

In this labyrinth of darkness, I knew that I had to navigate the treacherous terrain, avoiding the pitfalls of their collective psyche. One misstep, one miscalculation, could mean certain doom. And yet, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity, a spark of fascination that ignited my desire to unravel the threads of their twisted game.

A glimmer of light flickered in the distance, beckoning me towards an unknown haven. But was it truly the light, or merely a trap, a cleverly designed snare to ensnare me in their web of deception? Pezzy's words whispered in my mind: "We're not just here for the main course... We're here for entertainment."

Was it possible that there existed a thread of humanity within these creatures, a glimmer of understanding that could bridge the chasm between us? Or was I just chasing a mirage, a fleeting hope that would shatter upon contact with reality?

The darkness seemed to deepen, an impenetrable veil that threatened to consume me whole. And yet, within its depths, I sensed a hidden truth, a secret that only the bravest (or most foolhardy) of souls would dare to pursue.

"Which path is the light?" I mused aloud, my voice barely above a whisper.

Bigpuffer's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with malevolent intent. "Oh, Angel, that's where you're wrong. The light is precisely what you think it is. But be warned: to follow it, you'll have to walk through our darkness."

Pezzy's words cut through the tension, like a cold blade. "We've made our choice. Now it's your turn, Angel. Will you join us, or will you succumb to our... hospitality?"

The room seemed to hold its collective breath, as if awaiting my response. And I, caught in the vortex of their twisted game, realized that I had to make a choice. To step into the darkness, or to forge a path through the shadows, in search of a glimmer of light.

In that moment, I knew that I was no longer just a plaything, but a participant in a macabre dance. The question was: would I become a willing partner, or a reluctant player in their twisted game of survival? The path ahead beckoned, a siren's call that whispered promises of both salvation and damnation. My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed into the abyss, ready to take the first step into the unknown.

"Let's play," I said, my voice steady, a declaration of intent that would change the course of my destiny forever.

The room seemed to erupt into a cacophony of sounds, a symphony of excitement and trepidation. Bigpuffer's grin grew even wider, his eyes blazing with anticipation.

"Excellent choice, Angel," he purred, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, let's begin the game."

As the music of fate swelled to a crescendo, I stepped forward, ready to embark on a journey through the very heart of darkness. And in that moment, I knew that I would either find the light or lose myself forever in their shadows.

UHhh soooo

sleepver stream fic... is alomst 10k.... do yall like the long fics? or break into parts? i feel like it is awkard doing multiple parts, what do yall think?

im like 3.5 hrs into the stream vod should i keep going? time skip only to funny parts? stop at 4.5 hrs? IDKK lmao