Schizo Closet Demon Bullies You… M4F

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Hey, hey, you there, human. Over here. Come on, I know you're kinda staffed, but surely you're a bit better than that, right? There you are, just take off those covers nice and slowly.

It's been a long time since I've last seen your face, you know. It's definitely not that ugly, or at least I don't remember it that way. Oh, lovely, such a sweet face, just like I remember.

I admit, even I have a hard time calling that ugly. Oh no, definitely not. Now, don't be afraid, dear.

Turn your head right over here. I know you've been avoiding your closet recently, or should I say, my closet. I think you know very well that it doesn't belong to you anymore.

Once my nest is built out of your clothes, you have very little option but to let me stay. And, I must say, everything you own is quite comfy. I don't see myself leaving for a very long time, so don't even bother bringing out the exorcism book, okay Twinkerbell?

Glad to know you've caught my drift, sweetie. Now, would you like to know just why I picked you as the one to torment for all of eternity? No good answer, huh? It's because I know a sussy little thing like you will enjoy every second of this.

I mean, just look at the state you're in, all alone late at night. Poor thing, I think you'd be much worse off if you didn't have anyone here to play with you. In fact, I know you were worse off.

I've observed you for a little while now. It made my cold heart hurt seeing you look so depressed right before bed. If anybody should be making you feel some sort of way before bed, it should be me, not that brain of yours.

Now, are you ready? Ready for what, you ask, Sugarplum? Oh, that's adorable.

Seriously, you can't be this much of a goofy goober, right? I already said I was here to torment you till the end of time, so I intend on doing just that. You humans are such easy prey.

It almost makes me feel a bit bad for doing this. Key word being almost. Oh darn.

Oh shoot. You put up the anti-demon defenses. A thin layer of fabric.

Whatever shall I do now? I suppose I can't carry out my devious plans anymore. How unfortunate.

Just who am I supposed to cuddle with all night long now? It's such a shame you're terrified of my torture methods. Cowardice, little human.

You're only delaying the inevitable, though. You know you can't stop me. I have infinite time and patience.

You, on the other hand, well, it's only a matter of time before you get hungry, right? Oh, poor thing. Except you're faint.

You can't hide forever. Hmm? Oh, and wait a minute.

What's this? Is that a piece of French toast on a string dangling right next to your head? Oh my, what an odd occurrence this is.

I don't believe I've ever seen something like this before, really. Take a look at that. Oh, no, wait a minute.

Sorry, I forgot. You're much too scared. I guess I'll just have to enjoy it all by myself.

I mean, it would be such a shame for that to go to waste, after all. Ha, you thought you were fast, didn't you? No, not fast enough.

Now listen here, you little sack of syrup. I'm going to force-feed you every last bit of this, and you're going to enjoy every second of it. You got that? You will not leave this position until you've had this delicious piece of bread.

I hope I've made myself very clear. Wonderful to hear, darling. Now, open up.

I want to watch you enjoy this delicious, fluffy piece of French toast. You might be a dirty little thing, but, oh, that's all right. At least you're my dirty little thing now.

You look cute when you eat right out of my hand like that. Yeah, that's adorable. It's like you're my pet or something.

I guess that's a pretty accurate description of our little arrangement. But we've only just begun. I need to make sure your torment is drawn out for as long as possible.

I just love seeing you humans helpless to do anything. You can't even feed yourself like this. Your arms are much too short to reach me.

Aww, what's that? Do you want some more, sweetie? Well, you better start asking nicely, because that's the only way you're allowed to do anything.

Oh, now that's a bit more like it, isn't it? Quite nice hearing you beg a little. I just want you to feel a little bit humiliated during your punishment, sweetie.

It's all part of the process. I can't just let you get away with all sorts of silly thoughts running through your head. It's up to me to bully some sense back into you.

Aww, good thing you seem to understand now. Here, I'll place it right on your tongue. I think you deserve to enjoy the rest of this toast.

Good thing. Now, what's next on my bullying checklist? Ah, here.

It looks to me like you're going to get a nice cuddling, and you have no other option. Oh no, of course you don't. So you lay right down, dear.

Hm? Was that a bit of sass I heard? Well, I just can't believe this.

I really can't. I've been so mild on you this whole time, and this is what you do? Hm.

Well then, I guess I'll just have to teach you a little lesson. When you behave, you get pinned, arms over your head. Don't you give me any more of that sass, or I'll have to take drastic measures.

Okay? Hm, lovely dear. Truly lovely.

Anyway, I must say, your bed is quite lovely. Full of plushies, because I always pick the mentally ill ones. Now, how about you just make yourself nice and comfy in my arms? It's not like you have another option.

You already know what happens if you start misbehaving too much. But you better not start that up now. This is still YouTube, after all.

Hm. Don't worry about that, darling. You don't need to worry your silly little head with such things.

I doubt you'd get it anyway. Nothing but a simple little human. Hm.

Now, put that head right on my chest. What's better humiliation than being forced to cuddle with your tormentor? Well, actually, I can think of some things.

But you'll just have to figure those out later. Like last night when I took all of your left socks. Uh, I mean, that didn't really happen.

You heard none of it. Anyway, all you need to focus on now is the sound of my voice and my fingers running gently through your hair. A truly devious punishment, if I do say so myself.

In fact, let's see. I saw that you left your hairbrush on the dresser there. How humiliating.

It would be such a shame if I were to use your own personal items against you. Wouldn't it? What? Don't understand the meaning of the word humiliating? Huh? Just what are you trying to say? Is this more of that sass I hear? It better not be.

Now I'm going to have to pin you down once more and forcibly brush your hair. You leave me with no other options, you devious little syrup sucker. Let's see just how much you like it.

Yeah, that's right. How dare you enjoy this so much. What? Is my bullying technique not effective enough for you? It's not fair.

I was sent to bully a cute human and then they just end up enjoying my torture. I can't even do one job right. Those goofballs back in hell, they were right about me.

I'm soft. Wait a minute. I didn't hear that coming from me.

I'm tough and I'm here to bully you. I. ..

Okay, maybe I'm even worse at my job than I thought, but I'm not sure I even want to be good at it anymore. As you can imagine, I'm quite new to this whole thing. I try to be mean, but then you look at me like that.

How could I possibly be mean to a cutie like you? You silly humans. Why must I fall for your allure like that? But those lips.

The fact that you've been so patient with me this whole time. I just can't keep up this act anymore. No, this was the last thing that was supposed to happen, getting attached to my subject.

But it feels so nice. I just can't keep going against what I feel, darling. Please, come here.

I need to feel your embrace. The authentic one this time. That's truly lovely.

It feels so much better not suppressing myself behind that facade. I'm sorry if this is all too sudden. I just.

.. I never quite realized how long I was hiding for. It started to seem so natural to me that I hardly had to think about it.

That's scary. No matter how I'm told to act, I know I can't let it control who I am. To lose myself in some false identity is foolish.

I don't know if I should apologize or have you thank me for finally coming unraveled in front of you. Oh well. I guess that doesn't matter a whole lot right now.

You're what matters. Thank you, dear. I don't think I've had someone be truly fine with how I am before.

Thank you. I'm not exactly sure where all of this came from. I'm just tired of the same old thing.

You just gave off something different. It felt as though I could actually be honest with you. Can we stay like this for a while? I hope you don't mind me rambling on a bit.

It's just difficult to get anyone in hell to actually listen to you. Thank you, dear. I am glad to hear that.

Hope things are going well for you. Love you. Bye.

Whatever. Let's get it going here.