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piplup335 · 11 days ago

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Forsaken cast & friendly killer reader!

*inhale*

HELLO, F E L L A S -

(requested by @subspacekisser1!)

yea so uhhh this ones a bit short ;-; sorry!

as I type this it’s almost 6am in the morning but motivation hit soooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

enjoy! :D

and yes I’m back at requests boiii it’s the holidays for me rn :D

only two weeks but eh I’ll take it :,) better than nothing lmaoooo

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After a rift opened up in your living room, your life had never been the same.

You got thrown down from the sky into some unfamiliar universe at the doorstep of an old, dilapidated cabin.

Once you hit the floor, you felt yourself blackout. When you finally came to, you found yourself in a nice, comfortable bed, a warm blanket wrapped around you. Three individuals stood at your bedside. One glowed a bright neon green at the foot of your bed. The other was a tall individual donning a dull grey denim jacket and a hockey mask, stained with dried blood and dirt. He leaned against the wall, never moving even as you stirred awake. The final one was the one who managed to turn you from a groggy, confused mess to awake and alert in a second. He was a figure whose skin was a deep crimson red. He leaned over you, his fleshy, smiling face looking directly into your eyes. The sight of him scared the daylights out of you, and you woke up with a jolt.

The neon green LED seemed to perk up, and their glowing red eye glanced at you with an expression of mild intrigue. Their viridian green domino crown sat atop their head, and their long, wavy white hair was neatly tied behind them in a ponytail, save for some locks of hair that cascaded down their shoulders. Their most defining feature was their torso, though- it was completely translucent and glowed a radioactive green. They seemed to lack any organs, but their blackened ribcage and spine were visible.

"Finally awake, newbie? Welcome to hell- or whatever this place is."

You blinked to clear your vision, thinking that this entire situation was some hyperrealistic fever dream.

"Who...are you people?" You rasped out, still groggy and in pain from the recent turn of events.

"Right...you don't know us," the glowstick started, "my name is 1x1x1x1. The guy with the hockey mask is Jason, and the kiddo that scared you awake is c00lkidd."

You glanced over at c00lkidd, your eyes wide with shock.

"That's a child...? But...how...?"

1x1x1x1 let out an exasperated sigh.

"Right, you're new. You don't know how stuff here works. There's this thing- the Spectre, it calls itself- that controls this entire realm. It's toying with us like puppets on a string. It's just here to torture us as some sadistic form of entertainment, and it really doesn't care about its inhabitants. Heck, it altered his form from a regular child with some skin condition to...that."

They gestured to c00lkidd with a finger.

"But that's not the point. Anyway, I'd introduce you to John Doe, but he's in the kitchen. Probably trying to grill something to relive his old memories or whatever. Regardless, welcome to the Killers' cabin. Essentially-"

All of a sudden, you felt your vision fade to nought. You felt lightweight...as if you were floating somewhere else...

Meanwhile, with the Survivors...

"This round's killer is...(Y/n)."

Elliot looked around the fairgrounds, confused. Guest 1337 stood by their side, his hand combing through his blue hair.

"A new killer? We're not sure what this person will pull."

Guest turned to Elliot, determination evident in his eyes.

"They always target healers like you, Elliot...it's okay. Be strong. Always be strong."

Elliot nodded, fear in his eyes. Regardless, he knew that the sentinel would risk his life to protect him from anything unexpected.

You looked around you. Wherever you were seemed to be some sort of carnival, and you were under one of the carts on a Ferris wheel. You had some sort of knife in your hand.

All of a sudden, a voice started speaking to you, confined within the depths of your mind.

"Kill all, (Y/n). Do it. Fulfil your purpose."

You glanced down at the blade, its sharp edge glinting in the moonlight. You couldn't help but feel a surge of bloodlust course through your veins.

But you had other ideas. You were too lazy to do anything.

"Meh...nah."

You hopped down the stairs, slowly walking around and exploring the place. Despite the sinister atmosphere, it seemed like a relatively fun place to be.

There were carnival attractions everywhere. Apart from the food stalls, there was also the Ferris wheel you spawned near, as well as a Drakobloxxer exhibit.

Soon, you stumbled across what seemed to be a small house. As you stepped inside, a yellow-skinned male swung his sword at you.

"Oi! Watch it!"

Not wanting to get hurt, you instinctively raised your blade to block the shot.

The male's eyes widened in terror. "Chance! A little help over here, this killer can parry my sword!"

"On it, Shedletsky!" A man wearing a tuxedo and a black fedora, as well as some shades, turned the corner. He drew his gun from the holster and aimed at you, a confident grin on his face.

That grin was soon wiped clean off his face when the gun blew up.

Chance recoiled, stumbling back in pain. He looked like he was barely alive- he was clutching his arm and stumbling in pain.

"Agh...bad idea- ack!"

He stumbled forward. Shedletsky could only watch in horror as you sprinted forward.

"Chance, NO!"

In Shedletsky's eyes, he saw a bloodthirsty killer taking advantage of his teammate's momentary disorientation to go in for the kill.

In your eyes, Chance was just a helpless survivor who needed help.

You managed to grab Chance by the collar of his suit right before he hit the ground, his shades almost falling off his nose.

"Woah, woah, woah...! Take it easy, your gun just blew up!"

Shedletsky could only watch in utter confusion as you pulled Chance to his feet and dusted off whatever metal bits clung to his suit.

"Are you okay? That seemed like a nasty accident...you guys must have a healer, right?"

"Yeah, we do..." Shedletsky responded. "But, uhhh...aren't you supposed to kill us? Aren't you a Killer?"

You waved him off dismissively. "And? What's the point of killing? Chatting with new faces is more enjoyable than unnecessary bloodshed, anyway. I'd like to get to know you people better. C'mon, lead the way...this guy is about to die and I don't want to see a dead body in my arms today."

A minute later, a grin formed on your face as you raised your blade, ready to strike.

You swung your blade down...

...into the chocolate cake resting on the table.

With a few more cuts, you had perfectly sectioned the cake into six segments. You delicately placed each slice onto some plastic plates you found in a cabinet and served a slice to each of the five survivors before you, leaving one for your consumption.

By now, you had familiarised yourself with their names.

Shedletsky, Chance, Elliot, Guest 1337 and 007n7.

The six of you sat in chairs around a small, wooden table.

"Thanks for not killing us, uh...what's your name again?"

You let out a small laugh, your blade resting, forgotten, on the table.

"(Y/n) will suffice. Soooooo...how's life here?"

Elliot let out an agitated groan.

"Life here sucks. Same game of death all day, every day. Can't even catch a break..."

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head as a headrest. Guest 1337 watched him with a concerned expression.

"Elliot's been very burnt out lately. The other Killers keep targetting him because he's one of the only reliable supports on the team and the only one who can consistently keep us alive."

Chance stayed silent in his chair. He had been patched up by Elliot, who warned him against moving around too much. He prodded at his slice of cake, opening his mouth just wide enough to eat.

Meanwhile, Shedletsky had already finished his slice of cake. He was already up and about, recklessly swinging his sword around to practice his sword slashes.

007n7, on the other hand, never touched his slice of cake. His attention was on the drawings on the walls.

"Something on your mind, Seven?" You quipped.

007n7 jolted, clearly taken aback by your remark. He turned to you and slowly nodded, a dejected look on his face.

"...yeah...it's about my son, c00lkidd."

Your eyebrows raised, your attention piqued.

"Wait, c00lkidd's your son?"

"Yeah...I wonder how he's doing...tell him that Papa loves him, okay?"

You nodded. You understood how it felt to miss someone dear to you, and if telling c00lkidd that his dad missed him was what the burger guy wanted, you'd do it.

007n7 walked up to one of the drawings, took the photo frame off the wall and brought it to you.

"My son drew this at some point in time. It's one of my favourite drawings of us, but the Spectre won't let me keep it...it only lets me see it every time we're on this map."

It was a small sketch of 007n7 with a smaller Robloxian, presumably c00lkidd.

007n7 was much happier in the image, laughing as c00lkidd flew in the air, a balloon tied to his torso. c00lkidd was flapping his arms in the image like a bird. He looked so innocent and whimsical...a contrast to the fleshy monster who was c00lkidd, back in the Killers' cabin.

The 007n7 in the image looked so much different from the 007n7 who sat before you. He looked depressed, dejected and tired.

"...thank you for this break, (Y/n). I really needed this trip down memory lane."

A red screen flickered to life before him. 007n7's c00lgui. A timer ticked down.

5...4...3...

"Looks like the round is about to end. Thank you...(Y/n)."

...1...0...

The Survivors won.

Back in the Killers' cabin, 1x1x1x1 shot you an agitated glare.

"(Y/n), that was abysmal. Why didn't you kill any of the survivors? We're KILLERS, our entire gig involves killing the survivors. Why'd you even let disgusting vermin like them survive? Especially...Shedletsky."

1x1x1x1 spat out his name, contempt laced in their voice like poison.

"You're new...but that doesn't excuse sparing the survivors like that."

"But...they're nice..." you mumbled out.

1x1x1x1's red eye glared directly into yours.

"Nice? NICE? That's what you think about them? Pathetic..."

The embodiment of hatred trudged back to their own room, the door slamming shut behind them.

Jason sat at the dining table. Similar to 1x1x1x1, he had also been spectating the round. But...he could understand why you didn't kill the other survivors.

He only killed to avenge his mother. His mother wanted him to kill the others and seek vengeance.

But you? You had other reasons to be there. Not everyone had the same intentions as him, he knew.

You were a mystery to Jason. Why you didn't want the thrill of the kill was something he didn't know, and he was intrigued by you.

John Doe glanced at you, his eyes reflecting a bit of insanity in them.

The Spectre caused the code within him to run rampant. It caused him to lose his sanity and his soul...but deep within, some part of his soul remained pure. Untouched.

He knew that killing was wrong, but he just couldn't fully resist the Spectre's actions. The violent tendencies only took over in a round. But now that he wasn't in a round, he could think...somewhat.

He understood you. And he could accept it.

c00lkidd ran up to you and gently shook your arm.

"(Y/n)...! Did you get tired? Why didn't you play with the survivors? Do you not like to play?"

"Play...does he not understand that we're killing survivors? Forget it, he's too young for this anyway..." you thought.

You tenderly patted the fleshy creature on his head, the child letting out echoey giggles at the contact. His unnerving, fleshy grin seemed to widen.

"No, I'm not a fan of playing...your dad did tell me to let you know that he still loves you dearly, by the way."

c00lkidd perked up at your words, his head tilting to the side in curiosity as he continued to stare at you with those beady, black eyes.

"Oh...? You don't like to play with the others? That's okay! Not everyone likes to play...just like those kids in school..."

c00lkidd shuddered at the thought.

"At least I don't see those bullies here!"

Back in the Survivors' cabin, the ten survivors gathered around the table.

"So...how was the round? You all seem to be alive and well, that's good...maybe the killer isn't that skilled?" Noob started. They were still quite cautious, after all. The poor survivor was quite paranoid from everything they had been through.

"To be wary is a must, we cannot simply give them our trust." Dusekkar added. "We must be prepared for the killer's attack, lest our kind be taken aback."

"Relax, you two...they seem fine. They even gave us cake while chatting!" Shedletsky chirped, his voice partially muffled by a mouthful of fried chicken.

"You can't be too cautious, Shed." Guest 1337 spoke. "Sure, they're passive for now, but the Spectre could alter their memories too."

"Just take it as the Spawn's blessing, Guest...it is always watching over us." Two Time replied, a manic chuckle escaping them as they fiddled with the sacrificial dagger in their hand. "It wants nothing but the best for us, and this is but a mere reward for my dedication."

"Whatever. How's Chance, anyway?" Builderman turned to Elliot, concern for the gambler evident in his eyes.

Elliot gestured towards the stairs leading to each survivor's individual room.

"Still recovering. He really doesn't know when to stop gambling. We're lucky this new killer is passive...and personally, I'm grateful for this breather..."

"👤❌🔪💀❓" Taph tilted his head inquisitively. Despite his cloak covering his entire face, there was still a sense of childlike curiosity radiating off him. He was curious as to what exactly happened in that round, and he wanted to see you for himself.

"Yes, Taph...(Y/n) is passive." 007n7 replied, but it was in a lifeless tone.

His mind had already wandered off elsewhere, back to the round in C00l Carnival. He thought of all the framed drawings he saw on the walls and all the memories he shared with his son prior to getting thrown into the unfamiliar realm.

Every time he was in a round, he never had the chance to stop and fully appreciate the old drawings his son made. He was either on edge or in the middle of a chase. He missed the times he spent with his son, and he missed the little moments of peace and quiet.

He hoped to see you a lot more often, that's for sure.

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aaaaand that’s it! I hope you enjoyed, and I’ll see you all soon! :D

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