What Impact Has Scp-372 Had On The SCP Fan Community?

I always thought my husband, Ryder, was forced to marry me. For six months, he wouldn't touch me. I tried everything. I wore my sexiest lingerie. I guided his hands over my burning skin. I could feel how hard he was, completely out of control. But at the last second, he'd always push me away, gasping. He'd finish me with his fingers instead. My hope died. I decided to leave him. I was ready to accept a top dog trainer position in Europe. The night before I planned to hand him the divorce papers, I heard voices from his study. Ryder, talking to his best friends. "Ryder, you're dying for her, man. So why won't you touch her? Another man's going to snatch her up!" "But she's so fragile..." Ryder's deep voice was filled with pain. "You know... I'm a monster. If she sees what I really am... it will terrify her." His voice dropped to a raw whisper. "If she really needs... comfort... from another man... I can take it. As long as she comes home to me in the end." His friend growled. "Stop! Then maybe stop posting on that encrypted dark web forum, asking for help!" Monster? What did that mean? Late that night, I used his computer. I found a hidden forum called "The Den." A pinned post at the top. Thousands of replies. User ID: Midnight_Howler. One sentence. Dripping with desperation and frantic obsession: "I finally married the girl I've loved for years, but I'm terrified to touch her. How can I survive my rut without hurting her, without her discovering my secret?"

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by. The other players all chose to die of old age, or peacefully in their sleep like a baby. I turned my phone to face the boss. "My fans think you're hot," I stammered. "They want me to be killed by... well, by the weapon between your legs. They said 'deeply.' Is that... an option?" The other players whispered among themselves. “This woman must have a death wish.” “Just watch. The Boss is about to tear her to shreds.” But no one expected the Boss to blush.

In the third year of my wolf decay, I was dying. It was a rare condition. I wanted to donate my body to research. I called my mother, three years since I'd last seen her, and asked her to sign the donation consent form. Without her signature, there'd be no one to handle my remains. She was busy with work. "Are you really making up something like this just to get attention?" she snapped. But I begged, and she gave a cold laugh and agreed. "What a miserable thing to deal with. You better actually be dying." Later, my wolf heart ended up on her dissection table. And that woman, who had nothing but contempt for me, actually killed three people for me.

After I got pulled into the horror game, my nearsightedness made everything blurry. I ended up treating the creepy girl in the blood-stained dress like my own daughter, the final boss like my husband, and the old creepy ghosts like my loving parents. The first time I met the boss, I grabbed his abs and said, “Nice body. Shame you’re kind of short.” He actually laughed in anger, picked up the severed head in his hand, put it back on his neck, and ground out, “I’m six-foot-one. Still think I’m short now?”

I sell burritos in a horror game. All the ghosts would come to my place and buy a tasty burrito after they got off work. That was until one day, my ex-husband, who was obsessed with abusing me, joined the game as a player. He brought a group of people to my store and trashed the place. They ruined all the ingredients I had. When the Bosses finished their overtime and saw their pre-ordered burritos on the ground in pieces, their eyes became dark, and they were immediately infuriated. The Patchwork Monster was so angry that the stitches on its body were beginning to break. It started ripping the players apart. The Eight-Armed Maiden’s hair fanned out and pierced many players. The Wedding Dress Maiden suddenly became a giant and started eating the players one by one. The Bosses were willing to work overtime and maintain the operations of the dungeons overnight just so that they could have a burrito. That night, all the players were sleeping when they were forced to join a horror game.

Evelina Vellmore transmigrates into an interstellar beast universe, and that's not even the most shocking part. The original Evelina is described as the fake princess who's an Inferior-class drama queen. Faced with the fate of being forsaken by all, driven to exile, and starved to death, Evelina decides she's not going to take it lying down. There are two years to go before the real princess comes back, right? In that case, she'll make the most of the time to get everything she can—people, money, and powerful connections! While she doesn't dare set her sights on the males who eventually become the real princess' court of suitors, what about the spares hovering on the edge of her orbit whom she uses and abandons? Well, Evelina is more than happy to sweep them up for herself! She finds Jasper Lunareth, the young wolfkin who's lying half-dead in a cage in the slave market, and whisks him away at once. Cedric Sinclair, the genius doctor who's psychologically scarred from his family's ill treatment that eventually leaves him disfigured? She's definitely saving that poor thing. She hasn't forgotten about Victor Nolwyn either, the foxkin who's just a pawn in his family's eyes and a money tree in the real princess' eyes. Then there's the brooding, hate-filled Elias Ashmore, whom the Star Federation throws out, and Armand Morcant, the fierce and untamable leader of the space pirates. But at some point, Evelina jolts. Something feels wrong. She's only been trying to pick up some of the crumbs the real princess casts aside. Why have they climbed into her bed? Even Gideon Vellmore, her cold and commanding adopted older brother, starts looking at her strangely… Everyone says that Evelina is a C-class Inferior female, the black sheep of the royal family whose only talent in life is throwing herself at males. But then she undergoes her second awakening and becomes the only SSS-class female in all of Centoria. She quells the front lines, absorbs the space pirates, establishes diplomatic alliance with the Star Federation, and comes to hold the very lifeline of Centoria. Thus, when the real princess shows up, armed with a system, she's completely stunned. Why is it that the males she has chosen can't hold a candle to the Inferior-class Evelina's husbands? And why is it that she can't even snatch those husbands away from Evelina? Meanwhile, as each one of the males she brought back takes turns to pull her in, Evelina massages her sore waist and sighs. "Help! I can't keep up at all!"