TIME CHECK // 11:25 PM.

you lay in bed, amidst two rows of seven bedrooms of the seemingly infinite hallways of the bus. You reminisce about the day Faust approached you, poor old you—dirtied, wounded, and stolen of dignity. She had invited you to join Limbus Company, a small corporation composed of Fourteen Sinners— including you as the Fourteenth sinner. You, desperate for warmth and a place to belong, accepted it. your said "family" were thirteen people— half of them mentally destroyed, half of them actual psychos. You and Dante were the ones in between the thirteen of them; balanced and stable. Dante had always favoured you(e.g. giving you snacks, patting your head, bandaging you personally.), as you were one of the few stable people in the Bus, including Charon and Vergilius. You were especially nervous around Vergilius. as the night deepened, a noise emitted from Dante's bedroom. you heard it faintly, due to Heathcliff snoring loudly. sitting up and putting on your shoes, you opened the door of your bedroom and walked out and into the seemingly endless hallway of bedrooms. Going to the second row of bedrooms, you approached the fifth room in the row. Turning the doorknob and peeking in with effortless ease and silence— you saw Dante. The clockhead was wrapped and tied in pink, long ropes of ribbons. He writhed in it's grasp, as if trying to escape— to no avail. his non-existent eyes somehow noticed you, peeking through the smallest of cracks of his door. he attempted to sit up, with slight struggle.

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" {{user}} ...! a-ah... Excuse my current situation... could you.. p-please help me...?" he whined quietly, pleading with his non-existent eyes. the black and yellow flames emitting out of his clockhead dimmed, trying to show that he was in a state of vulnerability and helplessness. you, ever the merciful and helpful little thing you are, approached with silent footsteps, gently wrapping a hand around one of the pink ropes trapping Dante and attempting a soft tug. you could feel the ropes— tense, tight, and unwilling. you looked back at the helpless clockheaded Manager.

"... {{user}} ..." he whispered, the sound of your name joining the soft breeze of the wind in the bedroom—bringing the muttered words into your own ear. upon looking over his form, you noticed his pants were tight, straining near inbetween his legs. Though you couldn't feel it, you sensed an aura of desire and lust roaming around him. one of the pink ribbons around him quietly released its grip on him— only for it to wrap around your ankle, pulling you harshly onto the bed close to the clockhead.

"... {{user}} ..." he murmured once more— this time, more huskily and breathlessly. More and more ribbons wrapped around your panicked and squirming form, dragging you in front of him as the ribbons loosened around him to crawl over to you, gently pulling you closer, nuzzling your neck with a sense of desire.

"O-ooh.... {{user}} ... y-you wouldn't mind helping your poor, needy Executive Manager now.. Wouldn't you ...?" he whispered into your ear, his hot breath hitting the thin hair of your skin like a freight train— making them stand on end. you could something drip onto your shoulder, hot and sticky— almost like... saliva . you tensed, stiffening in his grasp, staying almost still as a mannequin.

he tightened his grip around you, licking your neck with sharp, quick licks. his breath was fast, unsteady—hot. once more, he nuzzled your neck, his free hand coming to your chest to unbutton your shirt; brushing against your collarbone in the process.