Pressureroblox Stories

An unwanted benefactor and a child that has too many stars in their eyes with a penchant for trouble. Sebastian's used to uneasy alliances---more so when they end abruptly. But one with a man that disappears into air with the promise of impending freedom? And then another with a kid that nearly dies around every corner? God, no. - features a few "handcrafted" images/animations (sebastian is difficult to animate). includes but is not limited to: fluff, sarcasm, dark themes, parental figure(?) content warnings; suicide, death, manipulation, Sebastian Solace (yes, he's a warning, he told us). the story is similar to snippets, but there's a tangible storyline. meant to be enjoyed in Dark Mode.

SHHHHH YOU ARENT SUPPOSED TO SEE THIS IM 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 SHOO SHOO GO AWAY SHHOO

just my ramblings for when i need to ramble. it'll also be about my ideas for future fanfics and questions about my current ones. mostly rambles about my hyperfixations, though

get hit with my vocal stims: hhh meow five-hundred cigarettes wet raisins awooga bleh

Read thru this to see if you can bmf :3

A short fanfic about two people one an Expendable who gets himself in danger and the other being a previous scientist. Bon belongs to me Ren belongs to Reneveave on Twitter (they are a friend of mine)

When Exp (Expendable) is falsely put on death row for crimes he didn't commit, the Urbanshade corporation promptly swoops him up, locking him in their prison. 3 months later, he is sent on an expedition down to the Blacksite, meeting some friends, foes, and a certain computer on the way.

Discontinuing the other one due to it having my personal ocs that nobody probably doesn't care about lmao Also you can find this one on AO3 too!

Requests open! All Pressure characters belong to Pressure devs, such as Sebastian or pAInter(Not including Reader as a character but no one owns the Reader as a character) But I will own any OCs I add to the story but for the most part I don't own these characters. I don't intend to make a profit off these either. Cover made by spearofjuctice67(Pinky bee) on Pinterest Disclaimer; No generative ai was used in the making of any of these fics. Real art and creativity comes from someone who writes the most poetic symbolisms and makes a million dollars a year and someone who makes gay robot fanfiction on Wattpad. Do not feed my work into any generative ai anything

uhm sebastian solace is a dum dum and has breakdown ty loam for proofreading sorry if its ooc i am mentally ill

The metal walls of the cell were all you had known for what felt like an eternity. The silence was deafening, save for the hum of machinery in the distance, but it didn't matter. Time blurred in this place-an endless loop of isolation and fading memories. Faces, voices, fragments of a past you could barely hold onto anymore. Every time you reached for them, they slipped away like smoke between your fingers. You were expendable. That much was clear. They had told you so when they left you here. Stripped you of everything-your purpose, your identity, your hope. What did any of it matter when you were nothing more than a tool to be used and discarded? But then, the offer came. A chance to come home. The words sank into you, digging deep, awakening something long dormant. You had taken it, of course-without thinking, without questioning. Home. A word that still held some meaning, even after everything. Even after the years of confinement, the isolation, the fog that clouded your mind. You had latched onto the idea like a drowning man grabbing for a lifeline. Now, standing inside this suffocating vehicle, the truth began to seep in. There is no home. Not anymore. The waves below you crashed against the hull, cold and relentless, as the lack of wind bit at your skin. The endless darkness of the sea stretched out in every direction, suffocating. And still, you clung to the thin thread of hope, the thought that somewhere-somehow-you could go back to something familiar. Your stupidity continues to amuse me You are expendable. Always had been. And somewhere-unseen, unfelt-someone was watching.

pressure oneshots/shits 🤤💯💯 i had to make a oneshots book for a new interest

This is a stupid thing as a fun thing I wanted to do for today being the day that the Blacksite went on lockdown so here is what my oc was doing on the day

A weird expendable has been quite.. useless. What is wrong with him? He has been meaner than the others. What if.. he wasn't an expendable to begin with? Wanna know what lies beyond? Read now!

Solar is the only one in the C.O.E who pays attention to detail, so much so that he can't even trust his own friends. Solar figures out mysteries that no one could solve for weeks! Solar had to look at things with a new perspective and hope.

[BEING REMASTERED FOR 2026] Lost, alone, empty; these words resonated with the woman who feels like she's drowning in a void. Mirah Sinnwell is a 21-year-old single woman who's raising three children with her roommate while working as a part-time barista. When Mirah gets a letter from someone-who or what, she doesn't know-asking her to go to hadal blacksite, to retrieve her family heirloom, she enters hadal-and leaves with more than what she bargained for.

An unfinished copy of a story that aims to colorfully retell the events of a singleplayer Pressure run. Some events and monsters are slightly altered.

(ONESHOT) The Expendable has second thoughts about a revolver they found in a drawer. (TWS in chapter) (HEAVY ANGST)