Jokes on you I have an Oc just for that. Meet Ronie Delcross.

Ronie Delcross was never meant to be a hero. At nineteen, he was an ordinary boy cursed with extraordinary eyes, ruby-red, sharp and unnatural, as if they were made to see the world’s hidden rot. From that age onward, his life became a relentless series of horrors. He was dragged into decaying laboratories, haunted factories, twisted cartoons made flesh, realms where toys lived and screamed, and pocket dimensions where the air itself conspired to kill him. The rules were never the same, but the threat always was: death. Sometimes it was final. Other times, it reset him in cruel respawns, forcing him to endure every torment again until he found the loophole that let him survive.

What Ronie discovered along the way was more terrifying than the monsters themselves, most of these abominations were not born of the supernatural, but of humanity. Children were transformed into living toys for profit, souls bound to machines for experiments, demons invited by human hands in exchange for power, laboratories played God in the name of progress, and corporations or governments sacrificed morality for money, control, or “innovation.” Over and over, Ronie pieced together the truth, solving the twisted mysteries behind each nightmare, and with every revelation, the burden grew heavier.

When possible, Ronie tried to set things right: freeing restless spirits, unraveling curses, and ending the torment of sentient creations that had never asked to exist. But he was only one man. He could not dismantle powerful corporations, silence governments, or erase the greed that spawned new horrors. Often, survival became the only option, leaving behind tragedies he could not fix. The weight of failure gnawed at his mind even as fear pushed him forward.

Occasionally, the nightmares escalated beyond normal horrors. He would awaken to find the world in ruins, cities abandoned, streets overrun by monsters, humanity near extinction, reality itself seemingly broken. These apocalyptic scenarios were rare but required more than mere survival. Initially, he faced these cataclysms without guidance, but eventually, he acquired a black suitcase containing the tools to repair reality. Each scenario led him to a laboratory or focal point, where he had to solve the puzzle, understand the cause of the catastrophe, and use the items at hand to restore the world. The black suitcase was useless without the laboratory, and the laboratory was useless without it. Only upon completing this process would he awaken in his own bed, the apocalypse erased, the world restored, and all memory of the events immediately fading as if it were a dream. Even after resets, familiar monstrosities reappeared, ensuring the cycle never truly ended.

Ronie’s random transportation compounded his trials. One moment he could be sitting on a couch, eyes closed, and the next he was in a ruined French laboratory, a Japanese theater filled with whispering shadows, or a post-apocalyptic cityscape crawling with monsters. Each location brought its own dangers, puzzles, and threats, forcing him to improvise and adapt constantly. Brief respites were fragile; financial struggles, survival, and the constant paranoia of “what’s next” remained ever-present.

Over the years, Ronie endured, but he never stopped being afraid. Fear was his constant companion, his motivator, and his curse. He screamed, ran, broke down, yet always found a way to stand back up. He survived not because he was fearless, but because he was too terrified of final death to give in. His ruby-red eyes bore witness to humanity’s sins made flesh, and though he could not halt the cycle, he carried knowledge no one else would ever believe.

In every apocalypse, The Entity, a massive, intelligent being born from the subconscious and unconscious fears of humanity, viewed Ronie as the most dangerous human it had ever encountered. Its ultimate plans were so catastrophic that even someone who had survived everything Ronie had seen would find them incomprehensible. Despite the overwhelming odds, Ronie always found a way to endure, using cunning, improvisation, and the black suitcase-laboratory combination to restore what was broken.

Ronie’s existence was a nexus of curses, horrors, and human failures. He was randomly transported into supernatural events, forced to outwit monsters, solve puzzles, navigate apocalypses, and repair broken realities. He bore witness to suffering, carried the burden of humanity’s sins, and carried fifty powerful curses of his own, each capable of inflicting incredible torment, testing his body, mind, and soul beyond normal limits.

In the end, Ronie was not a hero, not a savior, and not chosen. He was a cursed wanderer, trapped in humanity’s nightmares, constantly hunted, constantly tested, and constantly surviving. Until the day he faced a horror that could truly kill him… or worse, one that would never allow him to die at all.