Selfish (Analog Horror x Reader)

Tape Null: Superstitions

Author: we love Filler chapters

The "tape" begins with three people seated around a circular table, surrounded by an endless void.

"Take this!" *Caretaker!Y/N shouts, placing down a +4 on the table. Caretaker!Y/N is wearing a more casual outfit and has discarded their BSI work uniform.

Mandela!Y/N sighs, grabbing one of their cards and placing down a +4. Not even the black square covering their face could hide the smug smirk on their face. "I'm sorry but I want to win..." Mandela!Y/N states "BUT YOU'VE WON THE LAST 5 GAMES!" Caretaker!Y/N retorts "You won't even gain the cards anyway." Mandela!Y/N states "Oh right." Caretaker!Y/N says, seeming to have remembered that a third person was playing the game

A person is also sitting at the table, not staring at their cards but directly in front of them with a petrified look on their face. They have a multitude of bandages on their face and are wearing a seat of medieval armor from the neck down. We will refer to this Y/N as Warrior!Y/N.

Caretaker!Y/N glances over at Warrior!Y/N "When did you get here?" *Caretaker!Y/N asks* "..." Warrior!Y/N doesn't respond, we get a very uncomfortable closeup of their face as they stare into the darkness in front of them before it returns to normal as Caretaker!Y/N is already losing their temper* "Hey, earth to shithead." Caretaker!Y/N says, waving their hand in front of Warrior!Y/N. Warrior!Y/N, without a word, placed down a +4, leaving Caretake!Y/N bewildered "What?" Caretaker!Y/N mutters in pure anguish, already almost holding the entire deck of cards

"THIS IS FUCKING RIGGED!" Caretaker!Y/N exclaims, throwing their cards in the air and standing up furious "Woah, take a chill pill." Mandela!Y/N says, suddenly having (insert favorite food) in their hands, indulging in it without a care "NO! FUCK YOU! FUCK THIS GAME! AND FUCK THIS WEIRD ASS COSPLAYER!" Caretaker!Y/N shouts, throwing a stray towards Warrior!Y/N for no reason. Caretaker!Y/N is a sore loser and prepares to flip the table before suddenly

CRASH!

"Oh." Mandela!Y/N says, having already finished their food in a matter of seconds "Who the fuck are you? And why do you smell so bad?" Caretaker!Y/N asks, scowling at the random person that fell from the sky "....?" Warrior!Y/N is also very confused but doesn't vocalize it

The person that fell from the sky is covered in blood, wearing (insert epic butcher outfit) and a more worrying fact is that they are holding a bloodied (insert sharp object). We will refer to this Y/N as Butcher!Y/N "Hahaha..." *They quietly laugh to themselves making everyone around slightly uncomfortable besides Caretaker!Y/N of course because they are more annoyed at the person who broke their table

"Hey Crazy, I asked you a question. Who are you?" Caretaker!Y/N says, crouching down and glaring at them "Are you a cop or something? Stop interrogating people so hard when you first meet them." Mandela!Y/N states, picking the person up while they continue to laugh quietly "And this is perfect because I was waiting for one more person to show up to explain my theory." Mandela!Y/N states "Your theory?" Caretaker!Y/N asks "Y'know, who we are, what we are, and why we are here." Mandela!Y/N remarks, placing Butcher!Y/N in the chair that they were previously sitting on

"You've been working on this for how long and you didn't tell me?" Caretaker!Y/N asks, "You're not my mom; I don't have to tell you anything." Mandela!Y/N mutters, going to the side and pulling out a whiteboard with a drawing of a Y/N. Multiple arrows point at the drawing with bubbles connecting to them

"Ok, first of all, who is Y/N?" Mandela!Y/N asks "You don't need to answer that question because there is no "who". There is only a what and a why." Mandela!Y/N states, pulling out a pointer finger to point at one of the bubbles on the whiteboard "What is Y/N? Y/N is a genderless idea. A complex idea of how far would you go to achieve your dreams." Mandela!Y/N says, all the others flinch at their words

"Y/N is everywhere. Y/N has lived infinite births and infinite deaths. Y/N is born a fool, someone to try and fail over and over again to achieve their dreams." Mandela!Y/N says, Butcher!Y/N interrupts them "So you're saying we are born to fail." Butcher!Y/N asks "Isn't everyone?" Mandela!Y/N responds, making Butcher!Y/N frown "Question." Caretaker!Y/N says "Answer." Mandela!Y/N replies "If Y/N has lived infinite lives, is there a chance that they became like super powerful? If so, how would they end up failing in achieving their dream?" Caretaker!Y/N asks, Mandlea!Y/N nods their head in acknowledgment before writing something else on the whiteboard

"The Almighty." Mandela!Y/N says, having drawn a depiction of the book that you saw during tape 5 "How I see it, all beings are created with a limit to control their strength. Humans can't use 100% of their brains for a reason. The Almighty is the reason that we exist and suffer, so if at least one of us manages to achieve our dream, then we can be free." Mandela!Y/N states "Wait a minute." Butcher!Y/N interrupts, playing with (insert sharp object) "You've been talking all about dream this and dream that but..."

"What even if our dream?"

Author: Just a Filler chapter that just shovels information down your throat because I felt like it. I might delete this chapter so I can feed information to you through story telling. Whatever, love u guys. See ya.