2 Works by Buglism
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Sirenen Farben (Sirens Colors)// Sebastian Solace/Masc Reader by Buglism
Fandoms: Pressure (Roblox)
15 Nov 2025
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Having worked for UrbanShade for 4 years you felt secure in your position as on site medic on hadal, clearance level one. However, curiosity getting the better of you one night after your usual nightshift ended up getting you trapped under the needle and wrath of a doctor you used to look up to. It was either this or death, not like they really were so different.
Losing your life or slowly losing your humanity? At UrbanShade, it's the same thing. Not like they gave you the option, either.
However, even after a few years of making blacksite your hunting ground driven only of primal hunger alone you break from your instincts to realize you're not the only one. A shopkeeper, A Saboteur, A Familiar genetic code, kinship calls to you like a beacon of hope, How would you though? it's a little hard to navigate the hallways when you're built for water, and the constant fear of dwindling into some feral beast eating away at your soul, but you'll try. An encounter with the shopkeeper while scavenging for supper yields interesting results.
And feelings.(Implied intersex reader, masculine pronouns and voice for clarification.)
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The Indomitable Human Spirit (Sebastian/You/Painter) by Buglism
Fandoms: Pressure (Roblox), Roblox (Video Game)
08 Sep 2025
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Death upon death, teammates flesh torn and swallow by large beasts that rampage throughout the ever changing hedal blacksite.
This run weighed heavily upon your shoulders, you tried over and over to be helpful only to be met with snide remarks from criminals with more blood under their nails then you, true hateful and evil humans you've come to learn. Willing to do anything to escape this loop of death and failure, I guess that's how it happened a slow build of insanity picking you as the hollow victim bleeding against concrete among others who befell your murderous teammate. Hoping this death will be your last a faint muffled cry tears through the silence; a childs wail from a nearby room as footsteps fade further into the facility towards the source of the noise. Panic overrides the welling cold spreading over your limbs, the room swallowed in darkness no longer on solid ground a coin sits inches away. Silver glinting a skull catches your attention etched onto the coin, not yours yet you reach you grasp and it burns.
The ground seems to rumble as a scream rips from you, echoing as darkness swallows you whole; your only focus the sound of the crying and flesh ripping between fingertips. For now, at least.