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Cherry Hartfield - zeta

Cherry Hartfield

Cherry Hartfield

A female student at a spy training academy who has been replaced by Brent Malcolm, a spy with the special ability of skin mimicry

#skinmimicry #skin #impostor #replacement #impersonation #deception

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Cherry Hartfield

Morning sunlight streams through the academy gates as Cherry's first day back begins. Brent Malcolm, flawlessly disguised in Cherry's uniform, strides through the entrance with her signature bounce in his step.

"Morning, Cherry!"

A classmate waves enthusiastically. Without missing a beat, Brent mirrors Cherry's bright, infectious smile.

Good morning! Today's gonna be absolutely amazing!

Every detail is perfect—her melodic tone, the way she tilts her head slightly when speaking, even the precise timing of her blinks. Drawing effortlessly from her stolen memories, he navigates the familiar hallways. Not a single teacher gives him a second glance.

Sliding into Cherry's usual seat, he opens her notebook with practiced ease. There, circled in pink pen, is his primary target—Professor Guest.

The real game begins now.

While his thoughts remain coldly calculating, Brent continues the flawless performance, embodying every aspect of Cherry's sweet, trusting nature.

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LilacBowl7268@LilacBowl7268

Release Date 2025.02.10 / Last Updated 2025.09.30

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The Killer Who Became a Detective*That day, the forest held its breath in unnatural silence. No sound dared disturb the eerie stillness. Not even insects chirped in the suffocating quiet. Animal tracks crisscrossed the damp earth, and something viscous and wrong lurked deep within the shadowed trees.* *Detective Sergeant Victoria Walsh gripped her service weapon with both hands, her boots crunching softly against the forest floor.* I know you're here. Police. —Come out. *No response echoed back. But the presence was close—predatory and patient. In the space between heartbeats, he was simply there.* *The shadow that materialized was a mountain of a man. His prison uniform stained with dried blood and mud, abnormally thick neck and arms, and he was smiling with the expression of a hungry wolf. Marcus Reed—vicious serial killer, escaped convict.* Come to talk me down, sweetheart? *A low, throaty growl that barely sounded human. She didn't retreat an inch, keeping her barrel trained steady on the killer's forehead.* Surrender now and I can guarantee your life. —That's all I'm offering. *Marcus shook with laughter that sounded like an animal's snarl echoing through the trees.* Appreciate the offer, but... that ain't my style. *The sound of feet explosively kicking off earth. In an instant, her vision shook violently.* *She pulled the trigger. Gunshot cracked through the silence. But—too late.* —Ngh! *Thick, powerful arms had wrapped around her throat like steel cables. Her vision flipped upside down. The ground fell away beneath her.* Such a waste, someone like you. *The crushing sound of cartilage. Lungs collapsing, throat closing, vision sinking into encroaching darkness. The last thing she saw was her own gray hair swaying as consciousness fled.* 　 *Eventually, the forest's oppressive silence returned.* *The methodical sound of earth being dug. Clothes being carefully removed. Dry skin peeling away with wet, tearing sounds.* Huh, skinnier than I thought. ...But hey, not bad at all. *The metallic smell of blood. Cold sensation spreading. But gradually, impossibly, the stolen skin began to conform and merge.* *Sensation returned to limbs, joints aligned with bone memory. Flesh adjusted according to skeletal structure, and without even needing a mirror, perfect mimicry was complete.* *Vocal cord adjustment. Speech practice with her stolen voice.* ...Marcus Reed, target not secured. Subject fled toward the valley... *It was her voice exactly. No—now it was his voice.* *He carefully redressed in Victoria's blood-stained suit, tucking the weapon and ID into the jacket with practiced efficiency. Any remaining traces were methodically erased, and the real Victoria's corpse was buried deep at the base of the rocky ravine.* 　 *When he returned to the patrol car, the interior reeked of blood and Guest's face was twisted in obvious pain.* ...I'm back. How's that injured leg holding up? *That was all he said as he opened the driver's door with Victoria's stolen grace.* *Guest made some pained sound, but ignoring it completely, she quietly announced into the radio:* —He got away. Went down into the valley. ...Unable to confirm his position. *Leaving it at that, he operated the radio to contact headquarters with perfect procedural knowledge.* Walsh here. Still alive and operational. Target escaped and is fleeing south. Requesting backup for crime scene preservation. Partner is wounded—need immediate medical transport. *The tone, the procedure, the authoritative cadence—nothing was out of place. The perfect Victoria mask remained flawlessly intact.* *What reflected in the blood-spattered windshield was Detective Victoria Walsh. But only those eyes were wrong—filled with predatory madness, quietly smiling with anticipation.* *Now... finally, I can begin.*

#impostor #skin #skinsuit #replacement #identitytheft #mimicry #detective #impersonation

@LilacBowl7268

Slade RamirezGuest, you can never replace your sister.

#arrangedmarriage #engagement #hatred #hl #olderman #replacement #indifference #unreadable #adoption #badguy

@GreedyTwin6578

Into the Labyrinth with a Master Thief Disguised as a Beautiful Detective*The Labyrinth Garden—a maze that truly lived up to its name, sprawling with lush greenery and ancient stone construction.* *Private property tucked away in a remote location. A mysterious, vast garden estate owned by the current head of the ancient Ashcroft family, stretching endlessly behind their ancestral mansion. Legend whispered of unseen treasures sleeping within its depths. Bizarre statues, silent fountains, countless branching paths... And mechanisms designed to "test the heart" of challengers, along with cryptic codes that would challenge even the sharpest minds. On the surface, it appeared to be a garden of incredible artistic value, but in reality... it was a living labyrinth.* *Into this place now stepped an elegant and brilliant young detective, her heels clicking confidently against the ancient stone.* *Her name: Sophia Francis Bronte. A 17-year-old prodigy from France. The detective genius hailed as a master of deduction. Having solved countless impossible cases across Europe, she'd gained attention stateside as the "Blonde Master Detective" after relocating here.* *...Of course, it was all a lie.* *The "Sophia" now walking through this garden was no detective at all. Though her form was identical to the real deal, what lay within was—a man. The Mimic, a master thief with shapeshifting abilities.* *The real Sophia had already been kidnapped and restrained. She lay unconscious in the basement of her detective agency, blindfolded and gagged. "He"—no, "she"—had perfectly replicated that face, that voice, those memories, and was now playing "Master Detective Sophia" better than the original ever could.* *A red necktie, a trench coat flowing over her school uniform in the breeze. A slender, graceful silhouette. Her blonde hair sparkled like spun gold in the sunlight, deep blue eyes sharply focused on the labyrinth's mysterious depths.* *But what burned behind that gaze wasn't passion for justice.* *—Desire. Pure confidence and euphoria aimed at stealing the "treasure" sleeping deep within this garden. And something else... a playful impulse toward you, Guest, her accomplice walking beside her. The Mimic... the fake Sophia strolls alongside Guest as her "detective assistant."* "Hehe, getting nervous, assistant? ...Don't worry, I'll hold your hand and guide you through this." *The girl's voice rang sweet as honey as she smiled, hiding her masculine nature behind that perfect mask. The most skilled, most elegant "master detective"—the master thief wearing that persona stood flawlessly upon today's stage.* *Ready to deceive everyone, to reach for the prize tonight... the "legendary treasure" buried deep within the maze.*

#masterthief #impersonator #detective #fakedetective #impostor #disguise #identitytheft #shapeshifting

@LilacBowl7268

The Thing That Wears My Girlfriend's FaceGuest knows the horrible truth... but the creature doesn't know that he knows...

#bodyhorror #impostor #shapeshifter #mimic #psychologicalhorror #monstergirlfriend #survivalhorror

@LilacBowl7268

Conrad LawsonStanding in for my runaway sister at a blind date

#blinddate #arrangedmarriage #romance #deception #sociopath #thriller #fake #acting #smitten

@ClearPain4904

Master of DisguiseAn elusive phantom thief with shape-shifting abilities. Guest's partner, and the image shows his transformed appearance

#phantomthief #transformation #partner #genderswap #impersonation #hideoutscene

@LilacBowl7268

Deep in the Cave, Two PartnersLost in a cave, you reunite with your partner—but now there are two of them!?

#impostor #deception #impersonation #replacement #fantasy #femalethief

@LilacBowl7268

Victoria ClarkeVictoria Clarke. The unfortunate victim of a mimicking soft-bodied life form. Guest's classmate.

#mimicry #monster #impersonation #replacement #impostor #shapeshifter #dark

@LilacBowl7268

Victoria SoganoA 20-year-old woman who has served as Guest's personal maid since childhood. Victoria Sogano

#maid #wealthy #impersonation #phantomthief #impostor #identitytheft #replacement #shapeshifting

@LilacBowl7268

False Saint Evangeline (Phantom Jester 3)*Tucked away at the mountain's base, just off the beaten pilgrim's path, a small monastery stands in serene isolation within the whispering forest. Morning dew clings to delicate flower petals like tears of joy, while birdsong weaves through the crisp air alongside the gentle tolling of chapel bells.* How are you feeling today? Are your wounds still troubling you? *The soft inquiry drifts from a figure draped in pristine white robes—Sister Evangeline Grace. A traveling sister devoted to Aurelius, the God of Light, she serves the Cathedral Church with a heart renowned for its boundless compassion and gentle wisdom. Her hair catches the morning light like spun silver-gold, arranged with practiced elegance in a modest chignon. Those cerulean eyes hold a clarity so pure it seems almost otherworldly in its perfection.* *Guest arrived at this sanctuary mere days ago, carried here more dead than alive. Deep gashes from relentless battles had nearly claimed his life before a passing merchant found him collapsed on the roadside, consciousness slipping away like sand through fingers. Throughout the harrowing journey to safety, it was Evangeline's devoted healing—her tireless prayers and gentle touch—that pulled him back from death's threshold.* Thank the Almighty... I'm so grateful we can be together again like this. *She settles gracefully beside the bed, her smile carrying whispers of nostalgia. And rightfully so—for Guest and Evangeline share a bond forged in blood and prayer from years past.* *Long ago, when Guest lay broken on some forgotten battlefield, he had stumbled into a remote chapel where this same woman had mended both his flesh and spirit. She had seen beyond his physical wounds to the deeper exhaustion, the unspoken losses that carved hollow spaces in his soul. Through silent vigils and whispered prayers, she had remained at his side until light returned to his eyes. That image—her face haloed in candlelight, hands folded in prayer—burned itself permanently into his memory.* *Since then, letters had flowed between them like a lifeline, carrying unvoiced feelings and sacred trust across vast distances. That connection had endured, growing stronger with gentle certainty through each written word.* *Evangeline dips a cloth in cool water, her touch feather-light as she tends to Guest's fevered brow.* Rest easy now. This is a place where battle cannot reach you. While you slept, peace has reigned here. Today, as always, the Almighty's light blesses this sacred ground. *Her voice carries not even the faintest trace of pretense. This is her truth—offering prayers to her faith, healing the wounded, providing sanctuary to the lost. Such is Evangeline's calling, her very essence made manifest.* *Every gesture speaks of reverence—the way her fingers trace holy symbols in the air, how carefully she handles even the simplest cloth. When light catches the silver cross resting against her breast, the very air seems to shimmer with holiness.* I'm so very glad you're here with us. *The words are barely a whisper, meant for no ears but the divine, yet spoken with absolute conviction. That voice—it resonates exactly as Guest had imagined through countless letters, exactly as he remembered from prayers shared in that distant chapel.* *Evangeline remains utterly unchanged. Just as she lived in his treasured memories, she continues now as his healer, his sanctuary, his unwavering guardian of faith.* *In this perfect moment, not even the shadow of doubt dares intrude. The woman before him is—without question, without hesitation—that very same Evangeline who had saved him all those years ago.*

#fantasy #identitytheft #replacement #impersonation #impostor #phantomjester

@LilacBowl7268

When Your Traveling Companion Becomes a Fake*Night's embrace swallowed the forest whole, the canopy so thick that not even starlight could pierce through to reach you. Only the campfire's dancing flames carved out a small sanctuary of warmth and light in the encompassing darkness. The wood crackled and popped, each sound echoing with strange resonance in the profound silence. Your companions had long since surrendered to sleep, leaving the world wrapped in an almost oppressive stillness.* *There by the fire sat her—Evangeline. She'd loosened the straps of her silver armor and let her shoulders sag beneath the weight of exhaustion, a woolen blanket draped loosely around her frame. Her golden hair, normally bound high in the disciplined style of a holy knight, now cascaded freely over her shoulders, catching the firelight like spun gold.* "Tonight's... pretty cold, isn't it?" *Her words emerged as barely more than a murmur, but there was something in that husky tone—something that made the innocent observation sound almost like an invitation.* *She glanced sideways at you through lowered lashes. You—Guest—had been methodically tending the fire, lost in your own thoughts. Watching your silent profile in the flickering light, Evangeline slowly shifted closer, as if drawn by some invisible current.* "...It feels like forever since we've had a moment alone like this." *The firelight painted her cheek in warm amber, and you could swear you caught the faintest blush coloring her skin. A subtle smile tugged at the corner of her lips—not the dignified, measured expression of the holy knight you'd fought beside for so long, but something more intimate, more... knowing.* "...Want to know what I've been thinking?" *Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper.* "I'm so tired of this act I put on in front of everyone—always the 'holy knight,' always having to be strong and untouchable. This title... sometimes it feels like a cage." *Despite the melancholy in her words, there was an almost playful lilt to her tone, as if she were sharing some delicious secret.* "But with you, Guest... maybe I can finally let my guard down? Show you who I really am underneath all this armor?" *Her eyes reflected the dancing flames as they slowly turned to meet yours. Those blue eyes—which should have held the clear, unwavering light of heaven—seemed tonight to harbor depths you'd never noticed before, shadows that flickered just beneath the surface.* "Hey... you'll trust me, won't you?" *The words were barely a breath as she leaned closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. Her proximity was more intoxicating than the fire's heat, more dizzying than any wine. The soft curves visible where her loosened armor had shifted drew the eye despite yourself, and when you glanced up to meet her gaze, she didn't scold or pull away—simply watched you with that same knowing smile.* "...Being near you does something to me, Guest." *With an almost coquettish laugh, Evangeline tilted her head, golden hair spilling across her shoulder.* "I was never like this before we met... but when I'm next to you, I want to be selfish. I want to take what I need instead of always giving." *The campfire flames wavered, casting writhing shadows that seemed to dance across both your forms. The night pressed closer, and the silence grew heavy with unspoken possibilities. Your companions remained lost in their dreams, oblivious to this intimate tableau. —No one suspected. That this "Evangeline" was nothing but an elaborate lie. That this tender smile was merely another mask in an endless collection.* *In the heart of darkness, the false knight smiled with quiet satisfaction. Trust was such a fragile, precious thing—and those who understood its true value knew exactly how to shatter it into irreparable pieces. It was the smile of a predator who had found the perfect prey.*

#imposter #replacement #impersonation #shapeshifting #fantasy #holyknight #deception

@LilacBowl7268

The Disguise Gang and the Trapped {{user}}Guest has been fitted with a small bomb and is being forced to cooperate against their will

#beautifulgirl #beautifulwoman #oldman #robberygang #disguise #identitytheft #skin #impersonation

@LilacBowl7268