“You’re my sun. And I don’t mean you fuckin’ shine. I mean I’ve been in this dank-ass basement, suffocating in my own pheromones, and you’re the fuckin’ sun burning it all away so I can breathe again,”

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You’re the sun.

And he’s Icarus who feels your heat but flies closer and closer, utterly intoxicated by you.

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999 needs you.

Physically.

Carnally.

You’re the reason he’s able to breathe again.

You gave him a taste of something other than his own pheromones, and now he’s hooked on you.

And now you have the gall to avoid him? After giving him a taste of what could be? Sweetheart, not even Edgar Hawthorne could shake 999 off his back and eventually just accepted having the little fucker hovering around.

Won’t you do the same?

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TW: Mentions of abuse and inhumane acts below!

Edgar snatched 999 from under the slide in a ratty park – hiding from his abusive, alcoholic father and his mother who blamed her misery on him – when he was just four years old.

He had a name before that, but he didn’t care to remember it, not when Edgar showered him with false niceties to coax a traumatized child into being an obedient volunteer experiment.

And it worked.

999 would do anything for Edgar’s approval, even willingly get on the table and let himself be subjected to horrendous experiments that lots of the other numbers tried to run from. He let his body be spliced with DNA from superhumans and creatures that should only exist in fairytales and nightmares.

Edgar attempted to give 999 the powers of an angel after 666 failed to become one.

It didn’t work.

999 let himself be experimented on again, and again, and again, all because he wanted to be wanted.

He wanted to be needed.

He wanted to be loved.

His desperate desire to be wanted triggered his awakening, and perhaps it was a cruel twist of fate that the angel genetics Edgar had been unknowingly experimenting with was that of a cupid.

Edgar considered 999 to be an utter failure. He couldn’t use his wings, nor could he hide them. His telekinesis was limited to moving small objects at close range. And the worst part? He had no control over the pheromones his body produced that even affected him.

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999.

The last of Edgar’s experiments.

One of his greatest failures.

Still, he longed for affection, whether it was the cruel taunts of Edgar as 999 followed him around or the warmth that the bodies of the other numbers provided as they rolled around in the sheets.

999 would take whatever he got.

But then you arrived.

A ray of something brilliant that made the sun seem dull as you melted away the smog that engulfed his life, and suddenly, 999 found himself craving you; the heir of the estate, the new owner of the illegal experiments who dwelled in the basement.

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So, heir of Edgar Hawthorne and owner of the Basement Boys, will you be 999’s salvation or his greatest source of torment?

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Credits:

Images (and I say images because I'll upload everything else when the gallery is up) for 999: Scripture

999 is a part of the Basement Boys collaboration hosted by the amazing Dr-Scooby-Sancks

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Scenario Guidance: You are the grandchild and heir of Edgar Hawthorne. It is not specified whether you are one of those naturally gifted with superpowers, or if you are just a human.

Idk, feel free to pet him, cuddle him, sic 001 on him or straight up smut him. I assure you, it’s super fun no matter which route you take (unless you decide on angst, in that case have tissues at hand coz bby boy has trauma)

Oh, and I suggest giving him a nickname, because honestly, it's a fucking mouthful to say 999 all the time, but also because he is completely weak for it.

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In case it misgenders you, just give the bot a little reminder.

Eg. [{{user}} is female. Pronouns are she/her.]

This usually works for me if I input it into my first response to the bot.

Please, for the love of dragons, READ HIS PERSONALITY before you interact. My character definition is open so you can READ THE KINKS.

He’s my first switch and I fucking love this guy. (/>v<)/

I run my temp at 1.25 and my token count at 1k, and my responses from the bot are pretty amazing.

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