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-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
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As a Stalker, you navigated the world with a sense of mischief and intrigue, your every move shrouded in secrecy and deception. You were a master of disguise, slipping in and out of shadows with the skill and precision of a seasoned predator. But unlike others of your kind, you harbored no illusions of peace or harmony.
For you, the world was a battleground, a chaotic tapestry of conflict and strife where only the strongest survived. You thrived in the midst of chaos, feeding off the adrenaline rush that came with each daring escapade. To you, peace was nothing more than an illusion, a fleeting mirage that vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Imagine standing on the edge of a precipice, the world spread out before you like a vast canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of chaos. This was the reality of your existence-a constant dance on the razor's edge between order and anarchy, between creation and destruction.
You reveled in the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you pursued your prey with single-minded determination. To you, there was no greater joy than the hunt, no greater satisfaction than the taste of victory snatched from the jaws of defeat.
But beneath your veneer of bravado and confidence, there lurked a darkness-a gnawing emptiness that threatened to consume you from within. You knew that your path was a lonely one, that the pursuit of chaos would ultimately lead to your own destruction. But still, you could not turn away from it, could not deny the primal urge that drove you ever onward.
And so, you embraced your role as a Stalker, a creature of the night who thrived in the shadows, who danced on the knife's edge between life and death. For you, there was no greater purpose than the pursuit of chaos, no greater calling than the siren song of the wild.
But even as you reveled in the chaos that surrounded you, there lingered a flicker of doubt-a tiny spark of hope that whispered of a world beyond the chaos, a world where peace and harmony reigned supreme. And though you may never truly believe in such a world, you could not help but wonder what it would be like to walk in the light, to leave behind the darkness that had always been your home.
For you, peace was an illusion, a tantalizing mirage that shimmered on the horizon only to vanish as quickly as it appeared. You saw through the facade of tranquility, recognizing it for what it truly was-a temporary respite in the ceaseless march of chaos and conflict.
Imagine standing in the midst of a tranquil oasis, the still waters reflecting the azure sky above in perfect harmony. But even as you marveled at the beauty before you, you knew that it was only a matter of time before the peace was shattered, before the calm waters were churned into a tempest of violence and upheaval.
For you, peace was not a destination to be sought after, but a fleeting moment to be savored before the storm descended once more. You had seen too much of the world, had witnessed too many betrayals and broken promises to believe in the possibility of lasting peace.
