(A ROBLOX PRESSURE READER INSERT FIC.) For reasons that still confuse you, you took the lives of nine people. In an attempt to cover your tracks, you inadvertently sentenced someone else to death. You moved on for nearly a decade. You finished college, found a good job, and even had built a circle of friends. Yes, there were still things you hadn't figured out-you still lived with your mom, for instance. It was almost enough to make you feel... happy. That was until the pounding knocks of the police shattered the illusion of peace, forcing you out of the house in cuffs. Your mother watched in horror as you confessed before the police could do so for you. "My baby, what have you done?"

[name] had just been transferred from her recently found job to a different Foundation. A Foundation which called themselves Pothos. They disguised themselves for years as an Asylum and did a great job at it but what was really hidden beneath were creatures that were told to give you nightmares. Freddy Kruger, Michael Myers...they were nothing compared to these atrocities. Inhuman creatures of your worst nightmares. They were once able to roam, causing havoc but now trapped here. [name]'s only goal other than her scientific and medical research was survival.

"．．Ｉｔ'ｓ ｍｅ， ｙａ ｇｉｒｌ．" [ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ / ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] Lights flickering on the two stood staring at each other. Balancing the pizza box in her hands, the girl stared into the black holes of the mask. "So..want some coffee?" 〉In which a gen z college student whose been surrounded by the paranormal all her life somehow makes friends with killers.〈 〉Half crack fic half not. 〈

As a psychology student, being casually stalked has thrown you for a bit of a loop.