Unfortunate Fates || Roblox Forsaken

by Fifi_noodles

Summary:

"Welcome to your eternal prison."

A rooftop. A bullet. A bang.

That was all you remember before everything turned to black but the world wasn't done with you yet. Trapped in an eternal cycle, you must learn to adapt and fight against your unfortunate fate.

Warnings: Mature Language, Violence, Gore

A/N: I'm lazy so it might take months for me to update (I'm not consistent at all)

Chapter 1: Information

Character Information:

Name: Y/N

Pronouns: They/Them

Type of survivor: Sentinel/Survivalist

Has a tail with a blade made of bone on the end of it

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Character stats:

Health: 100

Stamina: 100

Difficulty: ★★★★☆

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Skills and Abilities:

Passive - Alertness

"I've got you in my sights now." - (y/n)

After completing a generator puzzle, the killer is highlighted for 3 seconds.

Ability - Impale

"You can't escape from me!" - (y/n)

Cooldown: 35 seconds

After a short wind up, their tail impales the killer. The stun time is dependent on their health. At 100/80/60/40/20 health respectively, you stun for 1/2/3/4/5 seconds.

Ability - Snack

"Well, I guess this works." - (y/n)

Cooldown: 45 seconds

They pull out a small snack and eat it. Eating it slows them down but heals 40 HP. This ability can only be used 3 times before becoming unusable.

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Character Description: After an unfortunate end, (y/n) finds themselves in an eternal game. Now finding themselves trapped for eternity, they need to use their years of experience as an ■■■■■■■■ in order to survive their new "home".

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About the story:

Not exactly a reader x character story but (y/n) will interact with all of them.

I'm purposefully not telling you everything about them so you have to learn as you go on.

I will take some ideas from other fanfics like Alone (great forsaken fanfic btw) (It's on Wattpad).

Rounds will not be accurate to the game.

Since not a ton of lore is in the game yet, a bunch of stuff (like 1x lore) will be my own headcanons.

I know Slasher isn't released yet but Jason is going to be removed and I know enough lore to draw my own conclusion about Slasher.

Some skins (Pr3ttypriincess, Bluudud and Mafioso) are their own characters, not just c00lkidd skins.

Every chapter is written in first person.

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About me:

This is my first time I'm writing a fanfic so sorry if any of the characters act OOC (And also sorry if my writing is ass).

I also might not know specific lore but I will try to keep it accurate. (Thank you, Forsaken wiki)

I put this on Wattpad as well.

I might not update for months on end, please be patient.

 

Thank you and I hope you enjoy this little passion project of mine.

Chapter 2: Chapter 1

"Hey! Hello? Are you awake?"

Waking felt like having cold water splashed over my face during the best nap of my life. It was abrupt and my mind was foggy but I could make out someone; a young guy, only about 19, standing over me. They wore a blue sweater with green pants an looked anxious. I could see their shoulder slump in relief when I turned to look at them.

"Oh thank the admins! Are you okay? Do you need water?"

I nod weakly as they rush to get me some. My head hurts like hell now that I'm awake, my throat is about as dry as the Sahara desert and all my limbs feel heavy, like I'm underwater. I sit up slowly and look at my surroundings. I was laying down on a pretty comfortable couch with a fireplace crackling nearby. There's a weird plaque above the fireplace who screams every now and then. There are a few people, none of which I recognize but that might've  just been the blurry vision.

My head pounds and my memories are fuzzy but I can remember on thing, clear as day; the sound of a bang followed by a piercing pain in my stomach and a face. I could still feel the impact of my knees hitting hard concrete and the feeling of warm, sticky blood covering my hands. my tail wrapped tightly around my torso as if I was still trying to stop the bleeding even though the wound wasn't even there anymore.

It's then the young man come back with a glass of water. "Now it makes sense why the world gave us more rations. Here, drink up." He says, pushing the glass into my hands. I down the glass pretty quickly and the water seems to help my headache. "Do you have Tylenol or Ibuprofen or anything?" I ask slowly. He shakes his head. "No, we don't. Sorry.." He adds nervously.

I look at the other people in the cabin, who haven't noticed that I was awake yet. There's a muscular man with blue hair and in the USA military uniform conversing with an older man with a hardhat and tools in his belt. Near them, a pale teenager with a weird symbol on his shirt is sharpening a weirdly shaped dagger. "So...who are you?" I ask, turning back to the young man who becomes slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, crap, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Noob, sorry for forgetting!" He rushes, holding out his hand. I shake it just as my mom always taught me, firm and polite. He goes into an introduction of everyone I could see. "The one sharpening their dagger is Two Time. Fair warning, they will try to indoctrinate you into their cult, don't listen to them. The one with the blue hair is Guest 1337, we all just call him Guest and the one with the tools is Builderman." Noob says quickly. My head is still throbbing but I manage to get all the names.

"Uhm.. I'm (y/n). Wait, did I hear that right? Builderman? The Builderman?" I rub my eyes, trying to see if doing that might clear my vision and now that Noob says it, he looks just like the guy I saw in the news almost every day of my life. Noob nods. "He was the one who found you in the first place."

Guest 1337 notices that I'm awake and just nods, keeping his distance. Two Time is still absorbed in his dagger but Builderman walks over, greeting me with a warm smile. "Glad to see that you're awake." He says simply. I just stare in awe. This is the Builderman. The one I've been told about my whole life. The one people worshipped like he was the re-incarnation of Jesus. The one who... went missing a few months ago. "An honor to meet you, sir." I say slowly. He chuckles lightly at my reaction. "You can drop the formalities. We're all equals here."

I pause, just thinking. "Speaking of 'here', where exactly are we?" Builderman and Noob exchange looks. "We.. aren't quite sure." Builderman admits. "We just woke up here."

"...What do you mean you 'just woke up here'?"

Builderman explains that after everything goes black, some people just... show up here instead of an afterlife. "We're trapped in an eternal game. We can't leave and we die over and over again." My heart drops further and further as Builderman explains the rounds. "So let me get this straight." I say slowly, my mind clearer now that I've been awake longer. "There are killers. One is chosen to hunt us every round. We have to fix generators to keep them out of here." I recount, gesturing to the cozy cabin. Noob nods sadly. "That's just how things work around here." I continue slowly. "Each 'survivor' has roles and items they can use to help themselves, others, or...stun the killer." My tail raps against my leg as I get more agitated with every word. "And the killers are miles stronger then us." Guest 1337 finally speaks in a low voice. "That's just about the gist of it."

We're just silent for a while as I process this new information. "...This is a joke right? Real funny. Really really funny." I try convincing myself, though not believing a word I'm saying. "The others are somewhere else around here. We should introduce you to them." Noob pipes up, trying to keep me from spiraling. "A round is going to start soon so we should probably-"

And everything disappears.

Notes:

I'm going to try and keep all my chapters over 700 words, sorry if they seem short
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Chapter 3: Chapter 2

The darkness was suffocating, like my lungs were being compressed. I'm disoriented and dizzy as I appear somewhere else. A purple river flows nearby and the entrance to a graveyard is to my right. Before I fall, a older guy with curly brown hair catches my arm. "Woah there, careful." He clutches a sword in his hand and is wearing a white Blame John shirt with blue shorts. I also seem to know who he is strangely enough but the sudden change from sitting to standing and the change in the environment is throwing me off. "...Thanks." My head clears after a few moments and I look up again. "I recognize you." I say simply. He was always side by side with Builderman in the news. Always a pair. Always together. I think back to those broadcasts, trying to remember his name. "You're.. Shedletsky, right?" He grins and announces "Indeed I am! The great Shedletsky, the SFOTH champion." His pride is almost palpable but I can't really blame him.

He helps me up and I try standing on my own. I can, surprisingly. "That happened to me too when it was my first round." Shedletsky comments. "You'll get used to the sudden changes eventually." We enter the graveyard, with vines crawling all over the walls and gravestones that look like they haven't been cleaned in ages but there's what I assume is a generator here. I crouch down in front of the generator and look at how to fix it. I saw many wires, all jumbled up, most disconnected and immediately get to work. I make quick work of it and with every couple wires connected, I feel a boost of motivation, motivation to help. I stand up and strain my ears, trying to see if I can pinpoint the killer's location and to my surprise, I think I know where they are and... "I think we should go. I think they're coming." Shedletsky, having just finished the generator, stands up, dusts off his shorts and nods. "Sure." We walk across one of the bridges over the river as I ask "So, what's up with the river being purple?"

"It's poisonous. not great honestly. Nice tail by the way."

"Oh, uhm, thanks. Why is that what you decided to comment on?"

Shedletsky just shrugs. We walk together, passing the entrance to a house on a hill before I feel immense fear start creeping up my spine. It seems like Shedletsky felt it too as both of us broke into a run as we hear the slash of something cutting through air. I look back briefly and see a guy in a hockey mask, holding a machete with a chainsaw on his back. Adrenaline pumps through me as I urge my legs to run faster, my heart pounding in my throat. I glance at Shedletsky and his grip on his sword was so tight his knuckles were turning white. My tail wraps around my body so not to trail behind me. I can feel my energy draining as I ran though. I wasn't used to running, I was used to hiding. To stay unseen. A searing pain burns across my back as I run fast, the blood soaking through my shirt. Anger, anger that I should know how to suppress, that I've learned to control starts to build, the familiar fire burning in my chest. Shedletsky turns and swings his sword, causing the man in the hockey mask to stumble backwards, and stop for a moment.

We don't waste any time as we start running once again, my throat burning and my legs still a little sore but adrenaline keeps me going. The man doesn't let up though and my blood left a clear trail for the killer to follow. "Who.. who is... that?" I ask between breaths. We're back at the graveyard but I can't run anymore and neither can Shedletsky. "Slasher. That's Slasher." He says, his voice steadier then mine, like he's done this hundreds of times before, which he probably had. Slasher runs up behind us but before he can attack us, we hear a gunshot ring through the air, followed by a coin flipping.

A man in a fedora urges us to follow him and Shedletsky does, so I do too. What other options did I have? We run towards him as he leads us out of sight as Slasher deals with being hit with a bullet. We come back to the house, having just made a big circle and we go to the back were a spinning machine is running, spraying... something. It does seem to help though and I sit on the steps, catching my breath. Shedletsky turns to the man in the fedora, giving him a fist bump. "Knew I could count on you, Chance." I look up at the man, who has a goofy grin on his face as he absentmindedly flips his coin. "Don't worry about it." Chance says. He turns to me and hold out a hand. "You must be the newbie. It's alright, you'll get better at surviving these rounds." I just stare at him before shaking his hand. "My name is (y/n)."

I hear a generator humming before Builderman walks out of the house, gloves covered in grease. "Oh, there you are. I didn't think you'd be put in a game so soon." He comments, pulling his gloves off and pinning them to his belt. "I see you've met Chance?" I nod, not trusting myself to say anything. I'd probably just say something insensitive or something. Chance just keeps flipping his coin, landing heads after heads. "Well, don't mind me. I should probably go help the others." He says. I rise from the step, feeling rejuvenated.

"I want to come with you."

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Chapter 4: Chapter 3

Maybe walking around with a killer trying to kill you somewhere else wasn't a smart idea but I learn firsthand that experience is how you learn and I still had a lot to learn. Chance was good company though, cracking jokes and icebreakers while we walked. "Soo... what did you used to do before you got here?" I froze for a second before saying "I used to be a software engineer for a big company. Kind of stressful but I made good money." To be fair, I wasn't being completely honest. That wasn't the only thing I did and Chance definitely noticed how tense I was but didn't push it. He just accepted what I said without question. "Well, that's cool. I spent most of my time hanging around casinos and such." He said, flipping his coin. "My parents owned one."

I just let Chance talk while my thoughts drift off to other things. The whole "getting hunted" thing wasn't anything new to me; if anything, it was familiar. Although my mind was clearer, I still couldn't remember a ton of things. I knew some things, like my job but I couldn't remember my own mother's face. I couldn't remember friends or what I did for fun or even how I liked my coffee after a long day.

I almost didn't noticed how I was walking into grass that was drenched with blood. The slippery crimson liquid coated the blades of grass leading away. We followed the trail, both of us tense and looking over our shoulders before we found a body. The sight was gruesome, gashes along their arms and legs with their guts ripped out of their body, trailing on the floor mixing with pumpkin flesh. A staff was tossed to the side, snapped during the struggle. Chance cringes slightly at the sight but doesn't turn away. "Shit..."

And isn't it just perfect that we got sneak attacked just then?

I felt a wave of terror once again, right before I felt pain. It bloomed from my back and I could feel cold metal scraping against my ribs. A scream escapes my lips and echoes in the cold night air and Chance pulls out his flintlock and shoots.

It doesn't shoot. 

Slasher throws his machete and it embeds itself into Chance's shoulder, making him drop his flintlock. A chainsaw revs and I feel it cut through the flesh of my leg as I collapse to the ground, blood mixing with the blood of the previous victim. Slasher turns his attention to Chance who's stepping away, desperately flipping his coin and raises the chainsaw. It comes down, slicing through his body and splitting him in half. Chance's upper half and lower half collapse in opposite directions and his blood pours onto the ground.

Maybe it was an act of desperation but in an act of self preservation, as soon as Slasher turns after retrieving his machete, my tail shanks his arm. In fact, I didn't just stab him. I cut through half his arm, my strength multiplied by desperation and fear. Slasher drops his machete as I pull myself up and run despite the pain. The adrenaline rush from being hit makes me run faster and I somehow manage to lose him. I just sit behind a wall, my tail wrapped around my torso, trying to staunch the bleeding as the timer ticks down. The pain is almost unbearable and dark spots dance in my vision as I fall to the ground in pain and almost black out.

I'm not exactly sure how long I was there but it was long enough for a guy in a pizza place uniform to find me. I see his lips moving and I hear words but I'm so delirious I can't understand anything. The man, maybe in his early 20's, shoves a slice of pizza into my mouth and it's like the gashes heal, not fully but enough for my eyes to clear a little. I'm still dazed there's a weird ringing in my ears. He just sits with me until the suffocating darkness envelops me once again.

►✦✮✦◄

Slasher's torn flesh stitches itself together in a blur of red code, allowing him to pick up this machete. This person... was something strange. Maybe he wanted to study them, observe them. This will surely be very, very interesting.

►✦✮✦◄

"ⓗм. ｍ𝐚𝔂๒𝑒 Ꭵ 丂𝓱Øยᒪ𝓭𝐍'𝐓 𝓱𝐚ｖ𝑒 ᒪ𝑒ⓕ𝐓 ₮ⱧɆ₥ 𝔀Ɨ𝐓𝓱 𝐓𝓱𝑒 丂ยяｖƗｖØя丂."

Notes:

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Chapter 5: Chapter 4

Finding myself sitting at a long wooden dining table, naturally, I look around at my surroundings. The person to my left, Shedletsky, lets out a long sigh. "Finally, it's over." He looks over at me and doesn't seem concerned at my trembling. The dread had really started to settle in now. "You... you guys deal with this.. every day...?" The guy in the pizza place uniform, who's sitting on my right, nods solemnly. "We aren't even sure how long our breaks are between rounds. They just.. happen. I'm Elliot by the way."

The other people at the table, Builderman, Noob and others I don't recognize seem just as used to this situation. "W...what the FUCK is this shit?" I say, my voice rising as I get more panicked. "You're telling me this is what I have to deal with for god knows who long?" My mind is reeling. I get up shakily from the table, my hands gripping the wood so hard my knuckles turn white. Before I can even stop myself, the laughter starts. Quiet giggles at first but turns into hysterical laughter.

"You.. you guys cant be serious. This has to be.. some sort of sick dream. Are they still mad at me? Is that why?" I start rambling as my laughter dies down and turns into sobs. "No... this can't..." Shedletsky puts a hand on my shoulder in what I guess was supposed to be a comforting gesture but I barely even notice. These other people have already accepted this as reality and I'm trapped in this hell with them.

My tail swing agitatedly, the blade leaving deep scratch marks in the wooden floor and I suddenly find the cabin too small, too warm, too... suffocating. I push past Elliot and leave the cabin, my tail almost catching on the doorframe with how fast I left. They didn't follow me.

That was good, I needed space and time to process this. The cool night air that I used to love so much now seems cold and uninviting but the sting from the frigid air kept me from spiraling completely. Reaching a dock, the endless ocean, or maybe it was a sea, stretched far beyond where my eye could see, the dark water reflecting the moonlight. The scene was almost peaceful and the scent of saltwater helped me ground myself. I let some strands of hair fall out of my hand, not noticing before that I had pulled some hair out and sat down.

Maybe I was there for only a few minutes or maybe it was a few hours but it was long enough for me to have calmed down and for my fear and dread to solidify into steely resolve. No. I couldn't let whatever force that brought me, brought us here win. I refuse. I was better then that. I will be.

I noticed a guy with a burger for a hat standing nearby, fidgeting with something red and black. I figured if I'm going to be stuck here the rest of my life, I might as well get to know the people who are going to be my teammates. I get up, tail now wrapped around my leg and walk over, trying my best not to have another mental breakdown.

The man, older and tired looking, jumps when I say hi. He's nervous and jumpy and under all that, he seems exhausted. "Hi." I say simply. Conversation was awkward at first, both of us not knowing what to say. Honestly, what do you say in this situation? I learned his name 007n7 and also that he is disliked by almost all the other survivors.

"I.. don't have a good history and I caused a lot of pain." He tells me hesitantly. He doesn't seem to want to say more so I don't push him and honestly, I understand. "So have I." I respond. He doesn't push either and I appreciate that. While we talked, I observe him closely. He doesn't seem to be one for conversation and I can tell he holds a deep regret. It's a look I've familiarized myself with a long time ago. He's smart and can remember things well; useful skills to have.

After awhile, we part ways for the time being and I walk towards the cabin. When I walk in, it's only Elliot, a young guy in a cloak that obscured his face, a man with a staff and a pumpkin for a head and finally Builderman. They're sitting on the couch near the fire, discussing how to best survive when nobody else is nearby. This discussion stops as soon as one of them notices me.

"👉👤🚪" (translation: there's a person at the door.)

"What."

The pumpkin head, who I recognize now as Dusekkar, the most accomplished mage in Robloxia translates for me. "Taph speaks not words, but symbols. Please forgive his inability to speak." I nod quietly and just stand there awkwardly. "So uhm..." I pause, having lost my train of thought. "How.. do we survive? And how do we know which... thing is trying to kill us? And.. and how do we know they're coming?" The words pour out before I can stop myself. I want to learn everything about this world and every bit of information I get can help guarantee my survival.

Elliot holds up his hand. "Woah, slow down there. One question at a time." He invites me to sit on the couch, though I decline. Slowly, we work through every single one of my questions. We don't know what killer was chosen until we see them or through word of mouth. The feeling of terror we feel will tell how close we are to the killer. "How to survive.. well, that's mostly the same for everyone. We run." Builderman states. "This is not such a simple matter Builderman. It is far more complex then that." Dusekkar then proceeds to go into the most in depth explanation I've heard about this place so far, so much so even I'm struggling to keep up. 

Different people have different skill sets and can do different things. That was the gist of what I understood. "Unless thou is as unlucky as Guest, thou should have an item that will aid this perilous fate." Other then my tail, what else can I use? Searching my pockets I find three Snickers bars. "...How will this help me?" Dusekkar explains how different people's items may or may not do different things. Lines up with what I said earlier.  "Since you've not used it yet, we cannot know what your item may do."

I stash my candy bars back into my pocket before nodding. "Are these going to be my only ones?" I ask. "If I'm stuck here for eternity and I only get three, that's not exactly ideal." Elliot shakes his head. "It should.. 'replenish' itself every round. Replenish is the right word right?" "Okay, okay..." The conversation slowly shifts from the rounds to here, the cabin we're in right now. 

"We call this place the 'Lobby'. It's almost exactly what is sounds like." Builderman says. "It's our resting place. The thing that brought us here was at least nice enough to give us somewhere even mildly peaceful to rest." He sits up now, seeming to realize something. "Oh right, we haven't shown you around yet. The thing gave us rooms and clean clothes at least." He holds out his hand and I take it, hoisting myself up. "Thanks."

 

Notes:

My dumb ahh hit a writer's block and wrote myself out only to hit ANOTHER writer's block

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Chapter 6: Chapter 5

Builderman and Taph leads me down a path that went behind the main cabin. It led to a clearing with a small lake. Cabins were lined neatly into rows of ten and each cabin had a name carved into each door; Two Time, Noob, 007n7 and so on. We got to the beginning of the second row, where the name Taph was engraved into the first cabin's door. The second cabin had my name. "👥⏭️🚪❗" (translation: We're next door to each other!) I just give a thumbs up. All this... strangeness was taking its toll and I was mentally and physically exhausted.

"Thank you.. and sorry for my breakdown earlier." I mutter out. Builderman just looks at me with a sad look in his eyes. "It's alright. Many of us had similar reactions. We understand."

Later I'm just sitting on the bed in my cabin. It isn't the worst place I've ever stayed but still was subpar. The bed is only just big enough for me and there are copies of the clothes I'm wearing right now in the hanger in the corner. The only thing that seems personalized to me was a photo sitting on the bedside table.

It sat in a simple wooden frame and faced the bed. The light from the lantern hanging from the ceiling bounced light off the glass but I could still see the photo clearly; a photo of me and my mom when she just opened her restaurant. She had a tired look on her face but was still smiling, holding me like I was the most precious thing in the world. It almost seems like it's taunting me. I can't go back to see her, can't go back to give her a hug, can't go back to tell her everything was going to be okay.

My tail swings, agitated as I pick the picture frame up and trace my finger over her face before putting it face down on the nightstand. I can't bear to look at it, can't bear to see what I lost. I flop onto the bed, my eyes tracing the lines in the wooden ceiling above me.

I'm not sure exactly when or how I even managed to fall asleep but I remember dreaming. I was walking through a field of roses, passing people I know but their faces were blank. My mom, my friends, everyone I lost. They stared at me with blank faces as the sky darkened and the roses withered. Thorns cut through my pants and left bloody marks on my arms. A windstorm came by and swept me into the air, making me leave everything behind before I woke up abruptly.

Nothing had changed. I was still in the cabin, still in this place, still doomed to eternal slaughter.

I dragged myself up before grabbing a set of clothes from the hanger. Every pair was the same, not even a stitch was different. Each pair of pants had the hole that I always had to cut for my tail and each sweater even had the red stain on the sleeve that stubbornly refused to wash off. I change before stepping outside again.

I'm not sure how much time had passed while I was asleep but I'm going to guess a decent amount of time. My stomach growled as I headed up the trail back to the main cabin. The trees casted dark shadows over the path and hung overhead like ghosts. Fitting, honestly.

Almost everyone except 007n7 was in the lobby. They were chatting, acting like everything was fine when nothing was. I slid into one of the chairs at the dining table and Taph slid a paper plate with a few pieces of bread and some apple slices. "🍞🍎👉." I'm guessing that meant food for you. Kind of hard to translate without someone to do it for you. I really should've taken that emoji language class in high school instead of RSL (Robloxian Sign Language). I devoured every bite, not even realizing how hungry I really was. Although not the most nutritionally balanced, it was more then I expected from this place.

The pale teenager I saw when I first got here, Two Time, approached me. "You must be our newest addition! The Spawn would be pleased with my company." They said, smiling creepily at me. I just stared at them, dumbfounded. What... what do I even say to that? Noob did say something about them being in a cult, right? I see them looking at my tail and I notice they have one of their own. Their face lights up when they see. "The spawn has blessed you with a tail as well! Oh, this means you were destined to join us! Would you be interested in joining our practices?" They ask and frankly, I'm creeped out and just want out of this conversation. My tail wraps around my torso protectively."Uhm.. no.. no thanks." I muttered out, not meeting his eyes because at this point, I'm scared he might actually curse me.

I excuse myself after finishing, leaving Taph alone with Two Time. Dusekkar was closest, writing in a small notebook. He did help me understand this place, so I walk over to him. "Mr. Dusekkar?" I ask hesitantly. He looks up and I managed to get a look at what he was writing. Runes or something. "Yes, dear child?" He answers, the flame behind that pumpkin head glowing warmly. "Do we know when the next round is?" I ask. He shakes his head sadly, the flame dimming slightly. "Unfortunately, no. They happen and we must adapt to sudden change."

I nod. Having a heads up before rounds would be nice but I guess that's too much to ask for.

 What follows is just awkward silence. What do I say now? I don't talk to people.

Instead of focusing on the weird silence, I avert my gaze to the others in the room. Shedletsky and Builderman were discussing something quietly in the corner. Probably admin talk I seriously wasn't interested in. Chance was napping on the couch. Elliot was talking with Noob, the latter holding a slice of pizza he probably snagged earlier. Guest was sitting at the window, staring off into the night sky.

Leaving Dusekkar to his runes, I walk over to Guest. Now that I actually got a good look at him, he seems exhausted. Scars cover his arms, presumably from outside of here as my injuries were gone after my first round, like they never existed. Being socially awkward, I just sat next to him, not exactly sure what to say to him. I know virtually nothing about anyone here except whatever about the admins that was broadcasted on the news and the very little information I have about 007n7 and even that meant my knowledge was surface level.

"...You've adapted rather quickly." Guest says, breaking the silence. He continues with "It took most people at least 2 rounds or sometimes even being brought back from the dead to accept this as reality." I laugh nervously while fidgeting with my bracelet. "I would say I'm used to well...the whole 'hunted' shtick but everything else feel wrong. I guess I'm just used to changing to fit the circumstances." I stop myself from just rambling. I'm already not as mentally sound as I would like to be, I don't need people seeing just how unstable I am. 

The silence stretches on, not as awkward as earlier but still a little strange. What's good about Guest is that he doesn't question when I say something kind of weird, which I am very thankful for. I notice a picture in his vest pocket. I can't see it clearly but it seems of a very pretty lady with long brown hair. "Hey-" I start but I stop as I feel the air being pulled out of my lungs and darkness tints my vision. 

It's time for another round.

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Hii, so this is an author's note; school is starting pretty soon for me so I won't update for a bit, especially because I'm adapting to a new school. Please be patient, I don't intend to give up on this work!

Thanks for the support!

Chapter 7: Chapter 6

I collapse onto hard ground as I catch my breath. I have a feeling it's going to take a while for me to stop falling when transporting but not the point. I'm in a parking lot with a destroyed Builder Brother's Pizza to my right. I look to my right and 007n7 is picking himself up from the floor as well. Red and black bracelets jangle on his wrists as he dusts off his pants.

Others are around us, Chance already flipping his coin, looking pleased (I'm going to assume the results are good). Shedletsky was grabbing his sword from the floor and Noob was checking his items. Elliot was getting helped up by Guest, presumably after falling as well and Taph was setting up tripwires. Ugh..tripwires. I had some real bad experiences with those things. 

There was a generator in the pizza place right in front of the registers. I immediately crouch down and start connecting the wires and 007n7 also starts fixing the generator next to me. That's good. Lowering the timer is ideal as I don't have the experience needed to survive consistently. Dusekkar explained how whenever the timer hits a minute mark, a bell tolls in the background. Two bell tolls in a row mean someone has died and 30 seconds have been added to the timer. The only reason I didn't notice my first round was because I was too focused on everything else that was happening at the time.

My hands move automatically over the wires and I shock myself twice before finishing one part. 007n7 already finished two other parts and I start working on the last part of the generator. 007n7 just hangs around. "...Why aren't you following the others?" I ask, not knowing why he would decide to hang around me. "Well...I'm pretty sure I've told you but I'm not on good terms with most of the other survivors." He replies nervously as I finish the last part. The generator roars to life as my tail swishes around anxiously. "We should maybe get going. The killer is approaching."

I walked along with 007n7 across the parking lot outside the destroyed pizza place. "..It must be lonely." I assume quietly. 007n7 just looks at me with some confusion written across his face. "You said the other survivors don't like you." Recognition dawns on his face, realizing I was talking about his comment from earlier. "Ah, yes. That's right." He replies, not meeting my eyes. "I..suppose it is lonely but I'm used to the dirty looks and whispers when I pass by." I nod in understanding. From the very little time I've been here, I can already tell he doesn't spend a lot of time at the main cabin just to avoid the others. Perhaps he isn't a fan of conflict or maybe he feels guilt towards something.

"I understand." I am curious about what he did, don't get me wrong, but I can tell just by how he keeps adjusting his bracelets that he doesn't want to talk about it. He does kind of remind me of my mom now that I think about it. The same nervous energy and even the same habit of fidgeting with things when awkward. We soon turned a corner and was met face to face with the killer of this round.

They looked rather peculiar, with black skin, a transparent green torso with black ribs and red eyes that flickered like dying stars. I feel as if I've seen them before, perhaps on the news but I was not given much time to think about where I've seen them as they immediately throw what looks like daggers in me and 007n7's direction. I narrowly avoid them by dodging to the right as 007n7 jumped to the left. We both bolted in different directions but I guess I was closer because this..thing started chasing me. 

Discussions from the previous day race through my mind; how to survive, how to conserve energy, items. As I run, I rifle through my knowledge until I remember our discussion about the killers. Slasher, John Doe, C00lkidd, Noli and...

The name of the killer chasing me finally hits me as I whip around a corner and stop running, trying to catch my breath, almost choking because of how dry my throat was. 1x1x1x1. The infamous hacker who was sealed away multiple times by ex-admin Telamon before he disappeared after sealing them away for the last time. Now they're here, chasing me.

My thoughts are cut short by a slash of poison slashing right through the wall, cutting through my sweater. I blocked it from hitting my torso by blocking the attack with my arms but it burned like hellfire. I look at my arms briefly, watching my flesh turn black right before my eyes before I start running again but I'm already exhausted. I can't keep up this chase for much longer. 

They did their dagger attack again and I'm stopped dead in my tracks. My ankles are chained to the ground with pop-ups surrounding the chains. I crouch down quickly and try swiping away the pop-ups, like Builderman said but I was too slow. I'm kicked to the ground and 1x1x1x1 presses my face into the ground with their boot. It hurt but it was nothing compared to the pain of feeling their sword plunge into my leg. "Tell me.. where is Shedletsky?" They say in a low, glitchy voice that makes my skin crawl. I just cough in response, mouth full of gravel. 

My tail whips around, stabbing them and forcing them off balance, giving me and opening to run. I pick myself up quickly but he recovered faster then Slasher did because I see him recover, red code covering their wound as it heals. I force myself to run despite the burning pain in my leg and hear..something, almost like a rattle and I brace for impact but it never comes. Instead I hear a cry of pain from a distinctly male voice a bit off from me and now I'm faced with a choice; help or run. I chose the latter.

I collapse against a nearby wall and slide down to the floor, my leg refusing to hold my weight anymore. Pulling a snickers bar from my pocket, I figure this is the best time to learn what it does. As I take a bite, I watch red code envelope my wounds as it had for 1x1x1x1. When it dissipates, what's left is a shallow cut, just like one I'd normally get from cleaning my tail. My face still hurts but not so much anymore.

I just sit there, slightly dazed by the whole attack and watching my flesh rot in front of my eyes before I'm shocked out of my daze by two loud bell tolls in the distance. Fuck. I pick myself up front the ground, determined to hold on to whatever fragments of life I still have in this place. 

In the time it took for me to get to the restock building, I've hear another two bell tolls. Two people dead, six more for 1x1x1x1 to kill. I climb up the steps of the platform, meeting with a heavily wounded Elliot catching his breath. His arm is cut halfway through and he's dripping blood everywhere as the flesh around the wound rots slowly. 

I reach into my pocket automatically and grasp...nothing. Just air and fabric where my snickers bars should've been. Elliot holds up his hand. "It..it wouldn't work anyway." He chokes out in pain, seemingly knowing what I was going to do. "Y..you'd just waste it for nothing." He seems like he's on his last leg. I rest him against the wall as he winces in pain. 

I just sit with him, not sure exactly what to do now since I can't help him. I watch a battered but not too injured 007n7 walk up the steps and he freezes when he sees Elliot. Elliot's eyes were closed and 007n7 seems to try and sneak away before I tap Elliot on the shoulder. "Hey, you said that you can heal people?" Elliot opens his eyes and nods before he spots 007n7 and his eyes narrow but he reluctantly gives 007n7 a slice after a bit of nagging from me. 

The silence that follows is filled with tension and emotions are running high before 007n7 turns and walks away. As 007n7 turns the corner, a bell tolls in the background. One toll. We hit a minute mark, possibly the three minute mark. My hopes are immediately crushed by the following two bell tolls. "This motherfucker is killing us off so quickly." I mutter under my breath, kind of pissed. Elliot is still sitting down, his figure slumped in exhaustion.

I feel kind of bad for leaving him alone but I need to check if any generators are unfinished and I'm feeling a lot better now. Walking into the pizza place, I freeze in shock. Shedletsky had a necrotizing wound through his torso with his head smashed into the floor. His sword is nowhere to be found and the floor is slick with his blood. I'm used to blood but the smell and generally just how gruesome the sight is..it's making me sick. I can feel the bile rising up in my throat and I quickly walk past, trying not to look at it and holding my breath. 

I must've made at least two laps around the map, hearing the bell toll every now and then. Finally, I decide that all the generators are done. There's three left. Me, 007n7, having run past him earlier and Guest 1337, having seen him pick up a Bloxy Cola just now. I watch him look at the photo I was going to ask about before stashing it back in his vest pocket. Three of us. One minute. Unlucky that 1x1x1x1 saw me. I notice him running towards me and immediately start running as well. 

One minute. I have to survive for one minute. 

Easier said than done. They almost immediately cut me off by me just not make the right turns and their swords graze my skin as I scramble off in the opposite direction. I'm not bleeding as much as I should've been but I don't care. It leaves less of a trail anyways. I just run and don't look back. 

The feeling of poison coursing through my veins might've just been placebo effect but I definitely felt it, placebo or not. I could feel my legs growing weak, or maybe that was just because I was running for so unbelievably long. All I know is that there's less then one minute left. I can't die here, not when I'm so close to the end. 

I get to the restock area and climb up the steps, narrowly dodging a slash of poison. I'm slowing down now, no longer able to run. My throat is burning and my legs are trembling but I refuse to give up now. 1x1x1x1 stays silent now, following me like a shadow. A very dangerous, very green shadow wanting to kill me. 

52 seconds left. 1x1x1x1 is standing below me, as if trying to figure out how to get to me in the most efficient way. As they starts climbing up the stairs, I jump down from the platform, rolling to not injure myself as much. Worst thing I could get right now is a sprained ankle. 

44 seconds left. 1x1x1x1 is still hot on my tail but I manage to dodge some of their slashes. They seem to be getting more irritated with every missed slash.

37 seconds left. I manage to catch a short break but I didn't stay our of his sights for long. Those daggers speared right through my arm, causing me to be chained down again but I was faster this time, rolling out of the way of his slash.

29 seconds left. Less then half a minute left. I got unlucky with a dodge they predicted, leaving a deep cut across my forearm. 

13 seconds left. I turn a corner, narrowly missing another sword slash. Everything hurts but I can't afford a single moment to stop. I've wrapped my tail around my arm tightly, despite how nasty I feel touching a necrotic wound.

8 seconds left. I made a mistake. I can't run anymore, they're approaching quickly and I can't run. I can't die now. That ranged poison slash cuts me across my torso, causing me to fall to the ground. Blood is starting to stain my sweater again. 

5 seconds left. I stab 1x1x1x1 in the shin with my tail, forcing them back. The cut seems more severe this time, and the red code envelops the gash as I pull my tail back and crawl away with one arm, my other gripping my stomach to keep guts from spilling out. 

4 seconds left, their healing seems to be taking its sweet time. 

3 seconds left, they slowly stand up. 

2 seconds left, they're approaching me, albeit limping and I can't do anything about it.

1 second left, they raise their sword above me and I close my eyes. It's the end. My first death.

Then a bell tolls and I'm swept away in darkness.

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Wow, longest chapter I've ever written
Okay, I swear this is the last chapter before I might go on hiatus just to go to school
Also, I might do short side stories just to establish my own headcanons and lore about characters without much lore

Chapter 8: Chapter 7

I don't remember what happened but Chance told me I passed out from shock. "Happens a lot when you escape a near death here." Chance says, spinning his flintlock on his finger. I honestly couldn't concentrate on much else but I managed to stumble my way back to the cabins. My sweater was still torn but my wounds were gone, as if my suffering never happened. I can't go back to my cabin just yet, I need to be somewhere else, anywhere else but the lobby. 

I need to leave, to get away and be alone. I turn away from the cabins, instead focusing my eyes on the lake. Does dying in the lobby do anything? I'm guessing not. The stream that flows into the lake flows calmly and peacefully and I feel..compelled to follow it in a way. Maybe it's just because I always found solace near the water.

After grabbing a extra set of clothes and a towel, I walked through tall grass before I reached a secluded waterfall. I needed a shower, I needed time to think and I'm filthy. Stripping off my clothes, I step into the waterfall. The water flowing down this waterfall was calm and the cold water washes over my body. I feel the water soaking into my hair, dripping down my chin. I close my eyes and in this private place by myself, I finally let myself cry. It's not loud, just silent, salty tears mixing with the freshwater.

I want to go home, to see my mom, to even return to some semblance of normalcy. I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't. I can't, I can't I can't I can't I can't-

Stop. Take a breath, y/n. You can. You will. If there's even the tiniest hope I can get home, I would gladly go through this hundreds, thousands or even millions of times if it means I can go back. I can't abandon my mom like that, and neither can I give up on myself.  

Stepping out of the waterfall, I dried my hair and changed into clean clothes. I wasn't sure what to do with my ripped sweater but I guess I could ask someone else later. I felt much less agitated and much more calm..perhaps not at peace yet but better at least. Tears still sting my eyes but if I go out right now, I don't think anybody would've noticed that I've been sobbing. I just have to get to my cabin without meeting anyone on the way and I'll be good-

And isn't it just great I see someone on the way? Really fantastic.  I fucking jinxed it.

I almost walk right into a tree because my mind was elsewhere, not even noticing until someone quite literally has to grab my arm to get my attention. I look up and see Shedletsky, his face concerned and I honestly can't blame him; I was just so distracted. I was so distracted that my tail didn't immediately react to said unexpected contact and lucky it didn't because I might've injured Shedletsky pretty badly for no reason. I try turning away and muttering out some excuse, pulling my arm away from his admittedly loose grip. 

He looked a bit concerned and opened his his mouth as if to say something but seeming to notice my uncomfortable demeanor and lets me go ahead. "Be careful next time y/n; not paying attention to your surroundings might get you killed. Not the I blame you." He adds as I turn my back, making me pause. "...I understand." I say quietly before heading back to my cabin. He doesn't chase after me, leaving me to my own thoughts thankfully. 

I enter my cabin, closing the door softly behind me and I guess I finally decided to really look around my room. Other than the hanger of clothes, there was a desk with a chair, and an unlit lantern sitting nearby. Looking through the nightstand, I found dozens of empty notebooks with pens, pencils and erasers. Grabbing one along with a pen, I walk over to the desk and light the lantern. What day would it be? It was.. April fourth when it happened. Today would've been the fifth. 

I start writing and I make a simple entry: 

April 5th, 2025 - Day 2 

 This must be hell. I must be punished for my sins but I want to leave. Death is always lurking and I miss my mom. How can I leave and forget all this, to wake up from this sick dream? 

I stop at that, putting the pen down and blowing out the lantern. It'll do for now. It doesn't need to be long or complex, it just needs to show my thoughts right now. 

Today was bad. I just had to hope that tomorrow isn't going to be just as bad or worse. 

I flopped down on my bed, my eyes heavy and my body feeling like jello, my tail thudding to the ground. I can't even muster up the energy to pull the covers over myself before I fall asleep. I didn't even realize how tired I was, running on nothing but adrenaline and fear and when the threat is gone, all that's left is exhaustion.

The "dream" I had was less of a dream and more of a compilation of memories. 

I was sitting under a tree, the red leaves fluttering around me as the chilly air bites at my bare arms and blows my hair into my face. My tail is relaxed on the ground, occasionally tapping the ground. I hear a car pull into my driveway and I look but it isn't my mom's. It was a black SUV and men in suit walked out. I've seen them before.

And they made my life hell.

Not just mine, but my mom's as well. A small restaurant owner stuck with her dead husband's debt from shady people tends to mean you're in danger and these men always came to collect their dues. 

My environment shifts and I'm sitting in my apartment. I hated leaving my mom to handle the restaurant alone but this job paid well and the men were getting impatient.  I just needed to do well and I can go home eventually. My luggage sat open at the end of the couch, half empty. It's only going to be for a few years and then I can find a job that will let me go home. Back to my friends. Back to my mom.

Now I'm sitting on the curb with a woman. Mascara runs down her face as her hands grips the hem of her sequined dress so tightly that her knuckles turn white. Her sweater lies on the pavement, no longer covering her shoulders that were covered in bruises.

"y/n...I want him dead."

She bursts into sobs again as I hold her, letting her cry into my shoulder. Samantha, the girl who immediately became my friend when I first started at my job six months ago. She looks up at me with teary eyes. "If anybody could get him away from me, I would give them everything I have. Everything, anything. I just wish my parents saw past his money.." My tail swung agitatedly as I comforted her. I should do something about this. I must do something about this.

I woke up to hear knocking on my cabin door. Dragging myself out of my bed, I open the door and am met face to face with Elliot. "Hey y/n, the others were taken into a round. Me and Noob are in the lobby and we're having pizza, you wanna come?" He asks. I shake my head, my heart pounding and my head spinning. 

Why that memory? Anything but that memory. "No, I'd rather be alone right now." I mumble, averting my gaze. He nods sympathetically and before he closes the door says "Hey, if you need to talk to anybody, I'm here. We all are here for eachother." I appreciate it but I'm distracted. 

That memory was what marked my fall into evil and I would rather forget it than remember.

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Guess what; I'm kinda back
Coolio
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