If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
requested by some degenerates over-yonder in that hellhole of a discord server, hcs on yandere!cloud strife from ff7 as a some kind of hybrid-monster. i don’t fucking know, i’m just a writer here. —@monstrouslyobsessed
tw: body changes/transformation, kidnapping, confinement, Stockholm syndrome, monster/inhuman p3nis
》he was one of many victims of dr. hojou’s very messed up experiments —it wasn’t obvious at first, cloud looked very human, just superpowered —hell, even he didn’t see anything out of ordinary even though he couldn’t recall what normal was supposed to feel like —changes came slowly, perhaps over the course of several years —he never told anyone though
》until you, that is —you were a sweet thing, a saint putting up with his strange moments —without too many questions, you opened up your home to him when he needed a quiet place to hide and to brood —…that, was a mistake
》when changes became very obvious…he disappeared —no one know where he went —even expert trackers hadn’t been able to find him —but oh, you knew where he went —moaning and writhing in your basement, sweating bullets and his skin whitening, all the while he was begging you for your silence —you so wanted to get him a doctor —but…could a doctor even help him with that…illness? —the illness where his skin was changing and his face…morphing? his teeth sharpening? nails curving into talons as his hands thickened alongside his entire body?
》what was wrong with him? —after several days of trying your best to help, your resolution reached to its final head —you’re going to call for help —you couldn’t help him anymore, there were nothing else you could do for him —and as if he knew what you were intending to do, to betray your promise of silence, he materialized behind you and shattered your phone into tiny pieces —cloud…no longer looked human
》you had no chance to scream when he pressed a sensitive spot in your neck and all things went black —you woke up in a very unfamiliar place —a dusty room, with obvious hurried attempts of cleaning, swipes of claws jarring scars in the walls and gorges into the floor
》“i won’t hurt you” —cloud promised, with that faraway look in his strange eyes, when you found him waiting, hunching in a darkened corner —his eyes glowed, but not from mako, but from something else entirely—from his newfound nature as a predator
》you were too scared to scream, your heart beating like an alarmed rabbit — “why?” you asked
》he shrugged and never told you an answer —he never did
》the truth is, he always felt so…wrong —but with you, he felt right and at peace with himself
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