#c00lk1dd x reader

[r0manceplanet]

can i ask how it would be like to be coolkid and or bluududes best friend? (i love them)

Of course! I’m so happy you asked me for this! I’ve been wanting to write bluudude for a while now ^_^ I’m sorry for the hold up and I hope this is worth the wait!

⚠️Warning: mention(s) of character death, bluudude may be a bit ooc since I don’t know much of his personality at all.

BLUUDUDE 🧢

• You being best friends with bluudude takes a whole new level of being best friends. He will never stop bragging you to come and be by his side.

• He would drag you to go and play pranks on other people, this little bastard is the type of kid who steals other peoples belongings and even shoplifts, and y’all get away with it each time.

• He would definitely go all out for holidays, like your birthday, Valentine’s Day, etc. you guys definitely have this thing where you make a basket for each other to give on the holidays full of candy, money, and some things that you both have wanted.

• He’s definitely the type of kid who challenges you to dance battles, I just feel it idk why 😭 he’ll just randomly challenge you to dance with him and he’ll just turn on the music and dance. He wins too btw.

• It’s a daily thing for the both of you where you walk back home from school together and you guys are always gossiping about your classmates and the teachers, or about the next test or quiz coming up that you both hate, and once you arrive to either of your guy’s houses you both just drop on the couch exhausted and watch a show until you guys gain energy again.

• Never expect him to do anything that would break your friendship, you guys will never have any serious arguments about anything, and if you do you guys always talk it, he’s a very mature friend, and probably a friend we can all use in our life.

C00LKIDD🎈

• Now, this child is mischievous AS HELL. He goes all out on pranks, he even pulls pranks on you! Well, at least not so much since he doesn’t wanna make you pissed at him.

• You guys have been friends since the start of elementary school for sure. No one could break you both apart, not even move you away from the classroom! You are only friends with him during all of this though, which isn’t bad at all! He’s an amazing friend :)

• I feel like before 007n7 was killed by c00lkidd he would always welcome you into his house to hang out with c00lkidd, and you guys have this thing where you sleep over at his house for the weekend and 007n7 would bring you guys any fast food you wanted back home, which you both thank him for a lot.

• I don’t know if this is just me but I feel like c00lkidd would get jealous if you were to make any new friends, I know it’s toxic but he just doesn’t wanna lose you to anyone else! So they go missing the next day, and when you ask, he’ll shrug and say “I don’t know”, in which that makes you believe him… and don’t expect to find out sooner or later, you must likely won’t.

• Like your friendship with bluudude, you guys will always get gifts for each other for holidays, even on some of the most random days to! It’s like a token of appreciation from him for being his best friend for so long!

• He’s also another top tier best friend, you guys will definitely be best friends for the rest of your lives, he’ll never hurt or betray you in any way, your really important to him and he hopes that you are too <3.

[sharkbitten-sailor]

rq - plspls with a cherry on top could you write platonic HCs for older brother c00lk1dd from TRUD??? js cried for 30 mins over this ine fanart with him and c00lkidd from forsaken thnak u!! take ur time with this btw no rush

[tr:ud] c00lk1dd & sibling!reader headcanons .ᐟ

a/n; ah, my first trud request! this was originally meant to be deleted since i hadn't opened writing requests for trud yet, but thanks to the 100 followers poll, here you go!

warning: potential ooc & mischaracterization ahead, first time writing hcs for trud character so bear with me </3

- just a heads-up: reader uses they/them pronouns, is a survivor, and likely the younger sibling. they were supposed to be a killer but i feel like angsty today :]

- c00lk1dd has a mess of amnesia. he doesn’t remember you. or maybe he does? there’s something in the corner of his mind, whispering that you matter. painfully important. that he knew you once, deeply.

- but the memory never surfaces. your name sits on the tip of his tongue, always out of reach.

- and for you? it hurts more than anything else. because you do remember. he’s your brother. the one you loved so fiercely it still hurts to breathe.

- so instead of trying to make him remember, you avoid him. every chance you get. because pretending you’re strangers is easier than slicing the wound open all over again. besides, how could you ever be close again when you now stand on opposite ends of the hunt? one marked as prey, the other molded into a predator.

- it never fails to piss him off. that strange twist in his stomach, that feeling he can’t name. so he lashes out. targets you the second the round starts like instinct. sometimes, he even tries to make it brutal. like that'll fix something.

- but it never works. not once. the feeling’s still there. worse, even. deeper, sharper, like a blade turned inward. especially when you look at him like that. with those eyes. pitiful. quiet. haunting. and it sticks with him. even after you're gone.

- he starts look at you like he’s trying to solve something. not the sharp gaze of a predator hunting prey. more like someone chasing a memory they can't quite reach. like you're the missing piece to a puzzle he never knew he lost.

- they call him a monster. a glitchy brute with no soul. and maybe they’re right. but around you? he falters. every single time. blade raised, hesitation blooming. voice caught between a snarl and a question he doesn’t know how to ask.

- so now you’re often the last one standing. spared by ‘accident,’ or taken out quickly like ripping off a bandage. either way, it always leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. even now, he still can’t get used to it.

- it gets worse when he sees you patching yourself up with trembling fingers, panic mixed with tears in your eyes, blood that isn't quite yours staining your hands. there's something about that image that rattles him. a voice buried deep screams that this isn't how it should be. not you.

- and yet, trial after trial, he fails to stop. fails to act. fails to remember. all he does is hesitate. and in that space between memory and instinct, you always run.

- he doesn’t chase. not right away.

- he starts calling you 'kid' without knowing why. scowls after saying it, like the name betrays him. but deep down, it feels oddly natural. familiar. like it belongs to you.

- he won’t walk beside you, won’t look directly at you- but you’ll notice him lingering nearby. like he’s making sure the other killers don’t push too far. like some part of him still wants to protect you, even if he doesn’t know why.

- or maybe it’s that quiet warmth again. the kind that used to come from shared laughter and childhood secrets. now it flickers in your presence, foreign but familiar. he feels it every time you’re near. and though he doesn’t understand it, he can’t stay away from it either.

- might fidget with his gloves when you’re nearby. doesn’t know what to do with his hands. like they used to hold yours in another life and miss the familiarity.

- one time, seeing you fumble with your medkit… hands shaking, bandage peeling off mid-wrap… just snaps something in him. like the ache in his chest had been simmering and this?? this clumsy self-patching nonsense?? it boils over.

- he appears out of god knows where, grabs your wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to freeze you in place and yanks the medkit from your hands. you don’t even get the chance to flinch before he’s roughly, grudgingly, patching you up himself. fast. practiced. like he’s done this before, a thousand lives ago.

- all the while, he’s grumbling. loud. frustrated. “you look pathetic.” “what, never learned how to wrap a wound properly?” “fool.” but underneath the venom, it’s panic translated into anger. he’s scared, because this wasn’t supposed to shake him like that.

- when he finishes, he doesn’t wait for thanks. he drops the kit beside you, clicks his jaw, and vanishes back into the mist with a choked static growl.

- you’re left behind with a half-wrapped bandage, a heartbeat in your ears, and the gut-deep realization: he still cares. he just doesn’t know how to show it anymore.

- hope sparked that day. you held it tight, chasing the wish that once felt too far.

- he doesn’t remember being your brother. but something in him starts to act like one again.

a/n; you can guess tumblr fucked up my inbox and drafts to the point it crashed out like this.. sighs.

[noxir3i]

can u draw 7n x reader heh....imagine the tongue emoji here ok

𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼….

We, as in all of us, want the father figure

007n7 x Reader

+C00lkidd

[1x1x1x1x1x1x1x1]

HII, could you do reader x killers where reader is the oldest killers? like when they got teleported into the cabin by the spectre everybody already knew them lol

((edit: this is an older post so the characters are defo OOC since i didnt know how to write for them that well,,,,,just putting this out there))

AHH THIS IS SUCH A NICE REQUEST TO START OFF!!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

ty anon and i hope you enjoy!! reader is gender neutral

possibly OOC!!

Forsaken Killers x Older!Killer!Reader

1x1x1x1

oooh they know YOU alright

you were kind of a idol to them (before his corruption) for a while actually,

now that you were here?? it was certaintly something!

She tries more doing rounds, trying to impress you in a way. (even though you arent always watching) Just trying to make a good image of himself

Once when a round ended, and they were teleported back to the cabin, she saw you watching the tv with others!! Cheering him on. That made him feel the hatred that she always feels burn down just a bit. Not for long tho.

John Doe

yeesh, tough one

His corruption is basically making him a wild animal, yet you treat him like a normal human (compared to the others, at least)

He definetly feels the fondness, yet his mind twists it out to be something comepletly unrelated

When he DOES figure out what hes feeling, its not really for long.

He will forget about it tomorrow, anyways.

Jason

He does enjoy your presence around him, (even if he doesnt show it)

Definetly looks up to you in a way

and his mother speaks good about you! you must be worth his time then right?

Youre also one of the only folks that sits down and tries talking to him AND understands him, it just makes it way more easier

Noli

this guy DOES NOT shut up does he?

probably a lot of contrast, since hes one of the most immature killers while youre the opposite

he will definetly go out of his way to annoy you, play random sound effects, quote random shit when hes around (that he KNOWS you wont understand)

once when he got particularlly annoying and you had enough, you grabbed him by the neck and told him something along the lines of 'shut the fuck up.'

THAT made him lose it over you

Even though he got a bit of less annoying day after day, he still messed with you. Now trying to get closer to you each time.

C00lkidd (PLANTONIC!!)

he sees you kind of as a grandparent actually

he probably spends the most time with you in the cabin, either bothering you or begging you to play some game with him (this will either be tic tac toe or tag, no inbetween)

he definetly shows you all of his drawings! you manage to be in almost every one of them, along with some burger guy.

loves watching you on the TV as you chase the survivors, he hopes he can be as c00l as you one day!

extra!!

Mafioso

He enjoys your presence.

When you first showed up, he was quite skeptical about you, doing some glares, making sure you wont pull anything stupid. But after a while, he realized youre the only other -kind of- sane person here, it does get quite lonely.

He did ask Eunoia if you were in any debt, but you seemed pretty clear of it all

He enjoys spectating you on the TV, cant help but be impressed by your abillities.

He will realize his feelings for you quicker, and not be an absolute idiot about it, courting and other stuff DOES come into the picture, just later on.

hope you enjoyed!!

[magicalbunbun]

3 Hackers, 3 different endings

[lynnie-s3all]

i was bored i was bored i was bored i was bored i was bored

(yn x Elliot idk)

I CANT MY YN LOOKS LIKE A GIRL-

also my oc ship thing w two time idfk

coolkid

[mikkies]

「 MAYBE THEY'LL SAY I'M OVERZEALOUS, MAYBE THEY SAY I TRY TOO HARD. 」

Forsaken Killers x GN! Child! Reader (platonic)

warnings: references to emotionally neglectful or abusive parents, deep-seated fear of failure equating to worthlessness, and reader exhibits symptoms of childhood emotional trauma. (Asian parents or not.)

notes: lots of people requested a part 2 with the killers like 46(?), 48(?) but I only picked one to answer to—sorry gng I'm lazy. Anyways might be a bit OOC since I know well they wouldn't care as much as it's portrayed here

☆ — 1x1x1x1

You don’t talk to them much, and he never forces it. But she notices how you always keep your shoulders slightly tensed. He sees how you keep checking over your notes like your life depends on it.

One time, you ducked slightly when she turned suddenly toward you. You didn’t cry. You didn’t explain. But you flinched—and that told them enough.

“You’ve been taught that fear keeps you safe. It doesn’t.”

That’s all he says. But from then on, she moves slower around you. Not for your comfort—but for their own (or at least what she tells herself).

Never offers comfort directly. Instead, leaves things you need—candles if you ever ran out, scratch paper, a sharpened pencil—where you’ll find them usually. Quiet acknowledgments he dares not to act loudly.

☆ — John Doe

You don’t speak to him. You don’t even look at him unless you have to. But that’s fine—he watches anyway.

He doesn’t offer hugs. He doesn’t even get why you study so hard. But he understands that constant loop of trying to fix something you don’t fully understand.

“Studying will not save you here. But… you should still be proud.”

He once saw you freeze up because someone yelled indirectly at you. You clenched your fists instead of crying. He... understood that.

You’re not afraid of him, the others or even the Spectre—you’re afraid of failure. That’s something John Doe remembers too well.

☆ — Mafioso

You didn’t meet his gaze when you first met. You didn’t offer him anything (due to you being afraid of approaching him). You didn’t suck up or call him “sir.” He respected that.

He caught on quick. Noticed the way your shoulders tensed when one of his subordinates pointed messed with you too harshly. The way you apologized for bumping into him.

He doesn’t do soft sympathy. But one day, when he saw you panicking over a mistake, he simply said,

“Nobody’s gonna scold you over that little thing, rabbit. You’re not gonna get hit for getting it wrong.”

Doesn’t hover. Doesn’t lecture. But he gives you structure—“Study for 30. Break for 15.” That kind of thing. You don’t have to follow it. But you always do.

Keeps his bunnies away from you until he’s sure you’re okay with animals. When you pet one without flinching, he nods once and lets you keep it.

☆ — Noli

The first time he hears you studying multiplication tables out loud like your life depends on it, he peers over your shoulder upside-down, floating and glitching:

“W-w-w-why are you—cramming? We’re l-l—l-l—living in h—h-hell already, kid!”

You don’t laugh. You flinch when he teleports too close. He pauses mid-ability, suddenly still.

Noli isn’t soft. He’s chaos incarnate. But once he notices you're uncomfortable, he dials it back down. Doesn’t float into your face. Doesn’t hover. Doesn’t play loud memes too close to your ears.

He’s actually surprisingly insightful—starts to even help you study, maybe coding if you're interested.

Jokes less when you flinch. He won’t touch you, but will try to make you laugh by doing stupid actions.

☆ — Azure

At first, he thinks you're just… quiet. He likes that. You don’t talk over him, you don’t get in his way, and you don’t try to pry.

But then they see it, how you flinch when someone slams a cabinet, or how you wince when someone brushes past you too fast.

He doesn't confront you. He watches.

You’re not like c00lkidd. You aren't as whimsical or optimistic. You’re just… terrified of messing up. Azure understands that too well.

If you break something by accident and look ready to panic, they put a tentacle between you and the mess like a barrier and in the most non threatening way says,

“Don’t clean it if you look like you're about to pass out.”

Starts leaving small botany clippings for you—nothing dramatic. Just nightshade petals flattened between book pages, a sign that he sees your effort.

☆ — Guest 666

You never speak to them. They don’t speak to you either. But there’s something unspoken that passes between you—the way you both carry guilt like it’s chained to your ribs.

Guest 666 sees it. Feels it. They don’t need to speak to understand what it means to feel like you can’t make mistakes.

After some rounds of losing to the survivors, you started to feel like a failure, almost like you're starting to spiral, but you heard a noise. You go still, heart pounding, waiting for a voice to scold you for losing so many times.

Guest 666's familiar claws glowing faintly red—but they don’t come closer. Instead, they set down a half melted caramel—wrapper a bit dirty but still edible on the table beside you. Not a gift. Not a prize. Just a gesture—before retracting.

You don’t touch it at first. But by the next hour or so, there’s another one. Always one when you're upset.

Guest 666 never punishes your fear. When you flinch near them, they stop moving entirely. They wait. They let you breathe.

☆ — c00lkidd

He’s excited when he first sees you. Another kid! Someone he can play with!

Except… you’re not smiling. You’re sitting in a corner, hunched over a workbook, erasing the same problem over and over until the paper tears.

He crouches nearby with his usual twisted grin.

“Hey!! You don’t gotta do this anymore! We just gotta play until we get tired! We can play tag.. Maybe hide and seek!”

He doesn’t understand why you clean up everyone else’s messes, or why you panic if you spill something. He sees you as someone opposite of him—but that makes it more fun!

He starts trying to copy you in his own weird way—pretending to “study,” scribbling nonsense on a paper or just doodling him, his dad, you, or the other killers to just to sit next to his new best friend!

[dexantnaomi-askblog]

Hi there! I'd like maybe Forsaken headcanons (Chance, Guest, 007n7, cO0Lkid, and Mafioso since 5 is your max limit i think???) for a reader who's a circus kid. Reader can have a variety of random-ass skills like juggling, being able to detect liars, stealing without being caught, etc. They'll also be pretty accepting of others, since they hung around people like 'The Bearded Lady' and 'The Folding Man'. Can have an angsty backstory if you want.

(If this is too much detail, then feel free to remove some details).

Not sure you wanted killer, kid!reader, platonic, gore or smt else. Sure i'll do this but i might modify it

Chance/Guest 1337/007n7/c00lkidd/Mafioso x circus worker!kid!reader

Reader is she/they, (Survivor reader for survivor, killer reader for killers)

_-:SURVIVOR READER:-_

CHANCE (He/they)

Okay he's creeped out like huh???

Maybe don't juggle while standing in a circle of fire it will scare them alot

He even wonders that you have no pain tolerance at all, like how can you be on low health bleeding out while laughing

Your flexablity does impress them tho, it's like you're a liquid cat

But he is still very worried since of course the spectre twisted your vision, thinking that every round is a show for the 'veiwers'

There was nothing they can do anything about it, but they do protect you from those dangerous 'stunts'

Sometimes his gun betrays them and ykw happends, but of course it made you laugh

"Maybe you should work as a clown, you're so funny! Especally when your gun backfired on you!" You would laugh and chuckle to him, which they can only reply with a nervous chuckle or smt

But hey, sometimes you help him often enough for them to tolerate your behaviour

They're still very worried for you tho

GUEST 1337 (He/him)

This mf will do everything in his power to protect you like on gosh it feels like you're looking for death every round

He does try and teach you what's dangerous and what's not, you were bored but does listen to his yapping from time to time

You still do those dangerous circus stunts but not much anymore

But you do still try to it despite knowing how dangerous it is

With guest around you won't be getting hurt as much as you used to anymore

He does has some question how you get impailed by john doe spike or anything that can do a damage until 1% of your health without a pang of worry

He has pulled you back multipul times since of course you wanna talk to the killers yhinking they are friendly, which he has sadly told you mulitpul times they are not

You often say jokes are more scary and violent than funny, but the only thing he can do is fake smiling and laugh nevously

Expects this guy to protect you 24/7 during rounds

007n7 (He/him)

He's so worried for you

I swear his dad mode turned on whenever you do something even slighty dangerous

He will patch you up if you do accidently hurt yourself badly

When it comes to teaching you whats dangerous or not, he's very good at it. But he also let's you have fun if you're ever bored

He doesn't let you go or talk to killer even once, even if the killer is 'friendly'

You're very excepting of other, so you quicky, or not instantly addapted to his past behavior.

Didn't really bother to dig deeper to his past anyway

You really like to mess with his c00lGUI during rounds, even if 007n7 didn't really allow you. He can't do jack shit about anything anyway so he just lets you

You always make him smile, even if you manage to stand in a fire of circle while juggling

Often enough, you accidently call him 'father'. Surpirsed, but will get used to it

_-:KILLER READER:-_

C00LKIDD (He/Him)

He absolutly adores you (In a platinoc way obvi)

You caught him lying multipul times saying that he was a 'good' kid back then, "really?" you'll ask him that which makes him sweat like alots. Don't blame him he's still a kid

Loves the way you 'tags' the survivor, is that a explosive juggle ball?

He'll often join you juggling or tightrope walking, even if he's not good at it

Draws you alot, and you really appreciated him. You're whole cabin is full of his drawings of you

Sometimes you do a solo circus show just for him, and he loves every part of it... Even if the stunts are a bit too dangerous for him to watch

You both usually talk about the adults being 'boring' and lame

Will try to bake with you, even being accidently bruning down your cabin in the process

You sometimes get him a reindeers plushie, which he will love and cherrish always

He will often watch his favourite show with you

MAFIOSO (He/him)

Ohhhh boy he does not like you doing dangerous 'circus' stunts

He might often scold or teach you about thoes stuff your doing, which cause you to dislike him at first

But when you realized that he way just making sure you don't get hurt doing all those stuff, you grew to like him at some point

His mens will often guard you or just to protect you when you are doing some stunts

He may be a mafia, but deep down on the inside, he's like a dad who just wanna keep you safe and unharmed from the circus stunts you're doing

Sure he's ruthless in killing himself, not caring about others getting hurt. But you're a child, why would you do such dangerouse stunts while being young

He knows your vision is messed up bad, but he can't do jackshit so he just treat you like you are his child

He's surpisingly very caring for you despite him ofc being a litteral mafia

You didn't really cared if he was a mafia who kill people if they didn't pay up since you met more worst

Please do put his heart a ease when you are tightrope walking tho

This took me a whole one week wow i hate myself i wanna die/j

Anything you wanna request me? Read here and understand and i will be happy to cook up something ^^

[secretsofsumting]

i saw this fanart of falin and thistle and i knew i had to draw it with C00lkidd

chimken

[offbeathiccups]

❝ 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ❞

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ yan!c00lkidd & sentinal!reader

requested by : none

♡ A/N — C00lkidd artwork by T0aster0J on Reddit.

♡ A/N #2 — this is strictly platonic.

♡ “jU5t 0n3 mm0R3 L3Ft!!))!11”

♡ met you for the first time during lms.

♡ he was really excited about getting to meet someone new! his other playmates were getting a bit boring, so he was more giddy than usual when finally finding you around the corner.

♡ he hadn’t seen you the entire round, so he wasn’t expecting you to land a hit on him.

♡ except unlike the others, you seemed a bit guilty about it. like you were reluctant on even using your ability.

♡ “y0U’’r3 nnNO0 4UUn!!1)!!”

♡ “i’m sorry , kid.”

♡ now that surprised him. the rest of his playmates were so mean to him! why are you so different?

♡ wait! this can only mean one thing …

♡ you want to be his friend !!!

♡ oh , it’s been soooo long since he’s had a real friend!

♡ sure , there’s bluudud and pr3ttypriincess, but they don’t like him as a friend like he does.

♡ priincess is constantly hosting her little tea parties in her room and kicks him out whenever he sneaks in (he really likes the biscuits she makes)

♡ and bluudud is just a big meanie. he’s always playing video games up and tells him to scram because he’s “about to hit a clip” (whatever that means…)

♡ but you were nice ! nicer than any of his other playmates !

♡ “ d0N’’’t T3lLL 4nY0oNe ,, 8Ut ur MYy f4v0ur11t3 :D. m1NUU$$ d4D 0F ¢OUr$$33“

♡ now whenever it’s his turn to play tag , he skedaddles immediately to look for you first. but if he see’s his dad along the way, he’ll give him a big ol’ squeeze!

♡ if you tell him he’s being rough and needs to tone it down, he’ll be upset at first, as he feels he’s being told off. but he’ll eventually understand where you’re coming from! (or so he leads you to believe)…

♡ he replaces his corrupt nature with a pie subconsciously.

♡ his kill animation for you is tackling you to the ground in a big hug, smothering you to death in affection.

♡ literally.

♡ he hates when you hit him ! :(

♡ he believes your ‘friends’ are making you do it. not his dad, though. he’d never!

♡ he’s slightly more aggressive with the other playmates now.

♡ one time in a round , he ran up to you and tugged at your shirt , showing you a drawing he made.

♡ you felt a mix of emotions, but ultimately told him you loved it.

♡ he started giggling and hugged you tightly.

♡ “ UUr mY b3$$$T 5ri3nd !!!11!) “

♡ but sometimes if he hugs you too much, he starts hearing something. he doesn’t know if it’s a voice or a feeling.

♡ it irritates him.

♡ it makes him angry.

♡ it wants him to hurt you.

. . .

♡ but it goes away eventually!

♡ “ TT4ğ !!!!! ůR ïť )))!11!!! “

random noob art I cooked at up 4am 🙏

[sammylkcho]

"So you've only been giving him vegetables every now and then?" you asked the ex-hacker, while stirring the soup in the pot, which was nearly finished cooking.

You noticed how 007 shifted restlessly in his chair, as if any answer he gave you might upset you—whether he meant to or not. You knew he could barely take care of himself, but now, with a child involved... it was different. You couldn’t blame him, nor could you bring yourself to feel angry with him.

"I give him some from time to time, but he's never caught a cold like this—" "Colds are common, especially if he's been playing in the rain," you cut him off, before he could spiral into stammering or explanations.

You didn’t want to make him feel guilty—far from it. You just wanted to give him a little push, a reminder not to let c00lkidd play out in the rain unsupervised again.

“…Thanks.” He said your name softly in gratitude—so softly you might have missed it, if not for the way he said it.

You didn’t reply right away. Instead, you simply motioned for him to hand you a bowl so you could serve the soup for c00lkidd. The poor kid needed to recover from all the coughing, sniffling, and fever he was going through.

You still remembered how 007 had called you in the middle of the night, worried sick over the sudden spike in fever and the coughing fits that had kept his son up all night. It had stressed you out too—worried for the boy’s well-being. You weren’t exactly close to them, especially considering the tension that still lingered between you and 007 over things from the past. But you also knew he didn’t really have anyone else to turn to. The stress of being a first-time father was clearly weighing on him.

“I’ll stay a little longer to look after the kid. You should try to get some rest now, okay?” you told him, giving him a stern look to make sure he understood—he needed rest just as much.

My friends forced me to play Forsaken and now I’m completely obsessed with the game. I used to regret having 007 as my main because he seemed so "simple," but now I need more content about him, someone give that man a hug please

[glxssy-the-first]

c00lkidd🍭+ kid!reader oneshot

Requested by Anon, reader goes by they/them

THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC.

TW: None!

May be OOC

Being put into this dimension was bad enough for anyone unfortunate, but a literal child??? Now that was just plain cruel. Because now a kid was experiencing death over and over and over.

Despite this, [Name] was able to learn how to survive in this hell. Since they were a child, they had more energy and could hide easier, But they couldn't run as fast as the other survivors unless they drank a bloxy cola.

This also caused a lot of survivors to be more protective over them, since they were still young. So it's a win win for them!

But now, another win was coming.

It was when there seemed to be a normal round, with the killer being c00lkidd. The round seemed to be going as normal, until [Name] and c00lkidd crossed paths

At first, he didn't chase them like he always would, But was definitely excited to see that there was someone around the same age as him. And then it devolved into chatting through the entire round, giving survivors a break and to just do whatever until the round ended and everyone got teleported back to their respective lobbys

From that point on, if name was in the round with c00lkidd, they would be sent to go interact with him so that the survivors could get a break every now and then. If [Name] wasn't in the round, it would just go on as the usual round.

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[Name] found themselves back in another round, this one taking place in the ‘Underground war’ map. A place with two sides and an entire section below the ground.

They didn't waste their time standing around, not going to any generators because they were told not to mess with those because people were afraid [Name] would get hurt trying to fix them.

Peeking around the corner of the wall, they tried to listen or see if the killer was nearby or there was another survivor there. It was interrupted when [Name] was suddenly tackle-hugged to the ground.

"EEP!" They yelped in surprise before gathering their bearings and seeing the excited face of c00lkidd above them, seemingly the culprit of why they were on the ground right now.

"[Name]! You're here!" He would say before sitting up, allowing them to do the same. Now they both sat on the grass in the map. "So happy to see you!"

"Same here!" They would brighten up and smile "Glad to see you here."

"I was gonna go play, but then I saw you. While tag is fun, I like talking to you better." He mentioned, which made [Name] happy hearing he really liked being their friend- even if it meant meeting each other only through rounds.

That's when they remembered something. "Oh! Hey, I got something." They took off their mini backpack and zipped it open, c00lkidd looking curious as to what it could be, and then name pulled out a pillow pet! Specifically a penguin one. c00lkidd gasped

"Woah, you have one? That's so cool! What's his name?" He would ask and inch closer, observing the penguin pillow in [Name]'s hands. "I named it pudding." They responded and slung the backpack back onto their shoulders.

"Cool name!" He gave it a poke. "I wish I had one.." He was slightly jealous, but wasn't about to fight them for it. "But it is just a pillow, right?"

[Name] looked back down at the penguin pillow pet, before looking back up at c00lkidd, and then handing him the pillow. "You know what? How about we share it? you keep it for tonight and you give it back when we have our next round together. Besides, It's just a pillow, right?"

A wide grin stretched across c00lkidd's face, and he hugged [Name] tightly. "Oh, thank you! I'll take good care of pudding, promise!" He vowed before pulling back.

"Alright, try not to rip it." [Name] would say before they realized the round would end soon. "Crap, I have to return to the lobby soon, sorry."

"Aw..." c00lkidd frowned. "Don't be sad! Besides, we'll see each other again eventually." They reassured him before standing up, with him following after.

"See you soon, bye!" They gave a farewell just as the timer ended, and they were back in the lobby again.

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[mika-thexd]

Hehe a mic's and drums rivalry au! Coming up! But with the addition of a new singer? Who could it be?

Forsaken band au! X singer! Reader

When you first started all you had was a mic bedazzled from top to bottom and a dream, and now, you had your personal team and a fan base! You were beyond happy!

Your dream first started when you were sixteen; two bands formed near your house that always echoed music through the neighborhood, although some people weren't happy about the noise— you were just glad that the silence was replaced by music.

You used to always visit both of the bands, surv1v0rs and k11l3rs. You don't know why their bands were named like that but you don't judge. The first band had 10 members and the other had 6 members, although they were supposed to be 9 but the other three were children.

You were their (both bands) first fan, maybe even their biggest fan. You were there when they first formed their band and when they were losing hope.

So, safe to say both bands cherished you deeply, you may even argue that they developed an admiration (romantic feelings) to you! They can't help it though, you were just too sweet and welcoming!

You would sometimes stick stickers onto their equipment because quote "your equipments are so dull! Spice things up will you!" Then proceeded to stick cat-themed stickers onto their mic's, electric guitars, drums, heck even speakers! Although they won't admit it, they (still) kept those stickers.

When there was a rare chance that both bands were in the same vicinity they would rip eachother's throats and send death threats. Both bands hate eachother so much, and you don't know why, you just hope they don't find out that you both support their bands.

Why? Well... You heard them mention that if you support either of their bands they would dislike you, you don't know why they hate eachother so much, but that's definitely a bump in your guy's friendship if they find out.

But then you unexpectedly had to move to another country, you were very sad and devastated when you broke the news to them when they were getting ready for a band competition. They all cried, yes all even 1x4, you were surprised but you were flattered that they considered you as a friend, despite her being a literal humanization of hatred.

You promised that you would communicate with them, but through time came the destruction of separation, you guys distanced more and more until they couldn't remember/had a blurry memory of you. While you still remembered them and supported them from a distance.

While building your future, you encountered many ups and downs, until finally, you were a very recognized singer. You were called Psyche. The singer that could be a pop singer to a rock star in a matter of seconds, a loved figure that rivaled both of your beloved bands.

To describe what kind of songs you make; you were a mix of Paramore and pinkpanthress at the same time. That's why rock fans and modern jazz love you, a delicious mix of both, call it... A fruit salad of sorts.

You were a masked singer too, so that fueled your Popularity to the max, because there's nothing better than a mysterious singer right?

So in the end both bands didn't find out that the most popular pop singer, Psyche, was their former friend. You still continued to support them though, even though it pains you that they didn't remember you.

And with popularity comes with fans right? Since you're a really popular singer then your fans are crazy right? Well... Not really, not to an extent. They were either like sombr's fans or like miku's fans. They were either silly, or hard core to the point that they watched all your interviews, but their obsession wouldn't go far from that, they knew not to make their obsession a weapon.

You were also a perfect mix of silly and serious, that's why fans adore you so much, calling you their "comfort artist" and you would take pride in that.

You would call your fans "devotees" so exemptions

Remember the bands that you were a fan (die hard follower) of? Yeah you were definitely not as subtle as you like to imagine so your devotees definitely know your obsession because of the amount of times you mentioned it in interviews.

So that opted for the devotees of yours and the fans of both bands to ship you with them. Heck! You got fanarts of yourself and some of the members! You don't mind though, they were very in the eyes (you get why their fans are absolutely crazy for them)

You're sure that these shipping got shared to them because you got your own song from both bands!? When you found out you were literally screaming at the top of your lungs like a damn fan girl. So you were definitely not normal.

When the song got released best believe that your devotees pumped out more fanarts of you guys, even though your interactions were one sided; which consists of you fangirling about them to your own official account, and them minding their own business and acknowledging you from time to time, maybe even joking about you. (It's not as one sided as you think, you're just oblivious as a rock)

Both bands definitely know you, I mean how could they not? You were literally known for being the sweetest singer (which reminds them of someone, they don't know who though) and your fambase was known for being envied by many people because of how welcoming and non-toxic they are. So when they found out that you were a fan of them, a rockstar band? They were amused and skeptical, but they entertained your obsession of them.

Sometimes you get lost in your fan of them and sometimes forget that you were childhood friends of them.

There were also developed songs for each of them, even though they don't know it/don't recall the memories of you. Each of the songs representing them as a Greek god/goddess. Your fans speculate that it was them you were singing about, but they don't recall you mentioning about you guys being childhood friends, so for now it was a theory.

All of the members in both bands also speculate that but since they don't have proof/don't remember all of those scenarios that was mentioned in your songs they just brushed it off.

What they don't know is that, as you make more songs inspired by them, the more you long for the burried friendship. And it hurts knowing that they forgot about you. So all you could do is reach for their (love) friendship to them in hopes of getting a fraction of what they gave to you.

A/n: MWAHAHAHAH cliffhanger 🤑 more should be coming me thinks 😼

[justsomerandomdemon]

So- That Yandere Pirate Au git to me and I've been doodling a bit while figuring out what the plot/lore for characters could be in the au

So far I've gotten two rough sketches done for Coolkid and Pretty Princess to get an idea, its honestly to a degree also a fantasy au aswell (so consider it both to suspend some disbelief)

(COOLKID AND PRETTY PRINCESS + ANY OTHER CHILD ARE PLATONIC!!)

Also tried tracing my sona as White Pearl to get an idea if the 'outfit' can suit everyone or If im gonna leave it ambiguous for everyone to tweak to suit their own sonas/ocs, so far gonna be a mix of the two since I still want to keep aspects of the original white pearl cookie but also let people imagine stuff how they want

[sharkbitten-sailor]

PROLOGUE - WELCOME, STRANGER.

ruthless form, tender soul!au - forsaken x killer!reader tw: slight swearing

a/n; i won't say this was written at 2 in the morning </3 this is just a prologue for rfts!au, so it won't have much interaction with the canon. you can skip this cuz it simply sets up mc's lore and how they got forsaken, making sense of future writings for this au :]

life is meant to be good. or at least, that's what people say.

yet, as time moves forward, it doesn’t ask what you want. it simply shifts and changes, pulling you along, leaving you grasping at something that’s already out of reach. you tell yourself to adjust, to adapt, to keep moving. but deep down, there’s a quiet ache, an emptiness that lingers no matter how much you try to fill it.

there was a time when family was supposed to mean warmth - a space where love was unspoken yet ever-present, a place where laughter held weight. but that version of family never truly existed for you. it was an idea, a dream you held onto as a child, something you desperately wanted but never received.

now, as an adult, you stand alone in a world that demands independence. you walk through the door of a home that is yours, but the silence that greets you is thick, unwavering, pressing against you in ways that remind you of everything you never had.

it is not sadness. it is not regret. just a quiet, unchanging truth.

and still, you move forward. because you must. because you are learning, day by day, how to exist on your own.

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today is just straight-up terrible.

it all started with forgetting your files for the boss, which quickly spiraled into a barrage of harsh words and frustration from him. normally, he's not like this. perhaps the stress of stupid deadlines or an important meeting has pushed him over the edge? either way, the entire day at work has been filled with his annoying criticism, making your headache worse than ever.

later, when work finally ended, you dragged yourself home, your body aching and sore thanks to your boss, who pushed a ton of paperwork onto your desk and walked away as if it had been yours from the beginning.

you resist the urge to take a bath or cook something to ease your hunger; there simply isn’t enough energy left in you to do so. instead, your fingers curl around the doorknob of your bedroom, twisting it slowly. as the door creaks open, a gentle atmosphere washes over you, and the sight of your oh so comfy bed instantly draws you in.

without a second thought, you collapse onto the mattress, sinking into its warmth. the softness cradles your weary body, seeping into every aching muscle. your arms instinctively wrap around your shark plushie, clutching it close - a small, familiar comfort against the solitude pressing in.

as your eyelids grow heavier, a quiet sigh escapes your lips.

'maybe tomorrow will be a little kinder.'

hopefully.

...

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you stretch, arms reaching toward the ceiling as a lazy yawn escapes. blinking away the remnants of sleep, you rub your eyes, the heaviness in your limbs lingering. short as it was, the rest felt... peaceful. no regular nightmares clawing at the edges of your min-

wait.

hold on.

why does your bedsheet feel awkwardly hard and empty? your hand moves, searching for a familiar softness that isn't there. your head turns, eyes widening just enough for the realization to hit.

this isn’t your bedroom. hell, not even your house. the space around you is foreign, like an old wooden cabin, stripped of warmth. a plain desk and closet stand beside what should be a bed, but it’s not. just a wooden platform, bare and cold, missing any sign of comfort. no mattress, no pillows. nothing that makes it yours.

whatever this is, perhaps a lucid dream, you need to understand where you are.

you push yourself up, stepping toward the nearest and only window. outside, a muted darkness lingers. midnight, or maybe the earliest hours of morning. but wasn’t it already morning when you woke up last? you’re sure you aren’t the kind of person to suddenly wake up twice, are you…?

something is off. but what?

lost in thought, you don’t notice the door- slightly ajar, just enough for a presence to slip through.

small. childlike. but not quite.

crimson-red skin, catching the dim light like molten ember. short, curved horns, smooth yet sharp at the edges. a restless tail flicks behind them, coiling and uncoiling in quiet agitation.

definitely not a child.

"a new friend…?" the figure murmured, their voice a mix of curiosity and wonder. they blinked once, twice, as if making sure this was truly happening. then, in a burst of joy, they lit up like a firework.

"a new friend!" they cheered, eyes shining like tiny stars.

"bluudud! pr3typriincess! hurry, hurry! we have a new friend!" their small hands waved excitedly, hopping up and down like they could barely contain the happiness bubbling inside.

"what the fu-"

by the time you even register their presence, there are already three heads peeking in from outside the door, eyes wide with curiosity. they glance at each other, exchanging silent questions like puzzle pieces fitting together.

are you hallucinating just now? maybe. maybe not.

but those three faces sure seem real enough, staring at you like you're the most fascinating thing they've ever seen.

a/n; if this goes well, i might expand it more than an oneshot. btw i'll add the banner later im way too lazy atm </3 [update: BANNER ADDED , YAY-]

[piplup335]

1 Eggs x reader! (yes, the skin) [also it's a part 2 lmao]

*ahem* HELLO, F E L L A S so yeah hi this is a part 2 to another fic i wrote, uhhhh the original is over here ima tag the major fellas in this story btw :,) never meant for that thing to have a part 2 but @quantoom (i cant ping you for some reason D:) requested for one and I felt like writing one as a coping mechanism ;-; I’m feeling quite under the weather recently

so uhhh enjoy! :D

...o boi this was longer than expected ;-;

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After that one round, you were tired, stressed and burnt out. You did not feel like doing a single thing.

Every other round you had killing duty mostly involved you dragging your feet around the map, attacking anyone you crossed paths with and watching with empty, soulless eyes as the survivor ran away in fear like a scared puppy.

Shedletsky would keep slashing at you with his sword. Taph would toss his tripmines towards you whenever he had the chance. Chance himself would shoot you whenever he gambled enough, and even when his gun exploded on him and left him barely clinging to life, you didn't go after him. You knew Elliot would heal him anyway, and you probably wouldn't catch Chance before the round came to an end.

You knew you'd embarrass yourself in front of all the other survivors anyway. And you couldn't be bothered anymore.

In the past, you'd ruthlessly hunt down survivors with whatever you had at your disposal. You were always excited for rounds...it was one of your only sources of entertainment, after all. Then again, you liked the thrill of the chase. You enjoyed seeing the fear in their eyes as you chased them down, picking them off one by one. You liked seeing the blood drip from Elliot's mouth as you snapped his neck. You liked it when Shedletsky's sword fell from his hand onto the floor with a dull clatter as your weapon pierced his heart. A sound reflective of his fate. You liked watching Chance flip his coin as he ran away from you...only to miss his shot and get impaled by you.

There seemed to be a look in your eyes during matches. An almost manic expression. Manic, yet you still had your sanity intact. You simply liked the thrill of the kill. You thrived in this eternal game of cat and mouse.

But now, your unquenchable thirst for adrenaline was gone after that little ploy the survivors concocted. You were exhausted and burnt out. You ended up with self-doubt as to whether or not you were truly good enough...and you kept thinking about that round. About how you couldn't predict the survivors' actions, and how you fell for every single trick in the book. Self-doubt kept clawing at your mind, day and night. You didn't bother trying anymore.

The other killers noticed your now-sluggish nature.

Especially 1x1x1x1 and c00lkidd.

1x1x1x1 spent time with you much more often, comforting you through your constant self-doubt. They would often make requests to the Spectre for you, constantly checking up on you and bringing you some tidbits when you were feeling down. If you didn't feel like eating that day, they'd simply take your side of dinner to your room and spoon-feed you themself.

"Eat," they'd say, more as a demand than a request. "You need to eat something, dearest. It's for your good."

Sometimes, they'd entice you with the promise of your favourite dessert. And it worked like a charm, just as they expected.

c00lkidd saw 1x1x1x1 as an older brother, and naturally, he'd pay extra attention to you. Whenever 1x1x1x1 was in a round, he'd be the one checking up on you and cheering you up. The kid would even leave his drakobloxxer plushie with you sometimes while he went back to his room to take a nap, saying you needed it more than he did.

Sometimes, instead of sleeping in his room, he'd fall asleep in your bed, curled up against you like a cat as he snored softly, drakobloxxer plushie secure in his arms. But that just meant you had more company...and you appreciated it.

As you continued letting the survivors walk all over you during your rounds, your self-deprecation got progressively worse. Every time you got hit with a crushing blow to the face or blinded by a tripmine, you could only muster up the energy to perform a weak swing towards the survivors before trudging off to another part of the map.

It got so bad to the point 1x1x1x1 and c00lkidd both had to comfort you as you cried in bed. That round's killer was Jason. He knew about your state too...and silently vowed to annihilate all the survivors on your behalf.

"Dearest, it pains me to see you in such a state..."

1x1x1x1 gently rubbed your back as you cried in bed, curling up and using your bed to shield yourself from the outside world.

"1x, I'm useless...! I can't kill survivors like before, I get hit by every trap, I..."

A pained sob escaped you as you buried your face in the sheets, not wanting to look your lover in the eyes.

"...I'm worthless...! I just...I don't even have the energy to handle one survivor...!"

1x1x1x1 gripped your shoulders tightly.

"My love- (Y/n). Listen. Look at me."

You gazed up at him with dull, tear-streaked eyes.

1x1x1x1 hated seeing you in this state. They loved seeing you look so lively, so excited and hyped for the next round. They missed seeing that spark in your eyes after every one of your rounds. Win or lose, you'd laugh happily in their arms.

They had never seen a loss shake you up this badly.

Your eyes were empty. Lifeless. The sparks of hope now extinguished and stamped out, drowned in sorrow and despair.

"Love...don't let that round get to you. Your self-worth isn't determined by what you can do. It'll get better, I promise. You can do it, I believe in you."

c00lkidd placed his plushie next to you.

"(Y/n), take this! It'll make you feel better!"

You accepted the plushie with a sad, but grateful smile.

"...thanks, c00lkidd. 1x...you're an amazing partner...but don't believe in me. I'm too burnt out...I don't have the energy for this anymore. Don't put your trust in me...I'll never be able to live up to your expectations."

1x1x1x1's soul shattered. They despised seeing you in such a depressed state.

They despised your condition. They despised the survivors, who were the underlying cause of your self-hatred. Sure, they were the living embodiment of Shedletsky's hatred, but that didn't mean they'd wish it upon others, especially not you.

They had an idea.

A dumb one, but an idea nonetheless.

In the middle of the night, when everyone else was asleep, 1x1x1x1 quietly slipped out of their bed and grabbed a notepad and a pen.

They walked outside the killers' cabin, with a goal in mind.

As they opened the door, the cool night breeze brushed against their skin. There was no time for that, though...as time was of the essence then. It was best that they finished what they had set their mind to do before someone else woke up.

1x1x1x1 scribbled down a short message on the notepad.

"Let me join a round with (Y/n), or else."

They placed the note down on the wilted grass, brown and dead from all the times it had been trampled over. They sat on the wooden steps, waiting for a response.

The note fluttered away into the distance as a gust of wind swept by. "Good," 1x1x1x1 thought, "that means my message has been received."

Instead of receiving a response in the form of another note or an object, 1x1x1x1 felt darkness cloud their vision.

When they finally regained their sight, they found themself at the edge of a cliff. The sky was blood red, and pitch-black clouds dotted the horizon. Behind them was a forest, filled with nothing but dead trees. It was the Spectre's personal realm.

A sinister, deep voice filled the air.

"How...unexpected. I'd expect you, 1x1x1x1, to be one of the most sensible ones out of all the other killers. So why, pray tell, did you think it was a good idea to try and make a threat against me? This realm is MY creation. Mine to destroy whenever I please."

Laughter could be heard. Laughter which conveyed not humor nor amusement, but rather...mockery.

"Your life is in my hands, 1x1x1x1. I can end it if I want to. Such a foolish thought...to make a threat against ME."

1x1x1x1's zipper mouth curled into a snarl.

"...I don't care. I'm willing to do anything for my beloved. I'll fight alongside them and show them that they're not worthless, even if it costs me my life."

Silence. Silence filled the air.

A gust of wind brushed past 1x1x1x1, the wind sounding in their ears. An interested hum could finally be heard after an uncomfortably long pause.

"You're quite fond of your fellow killer, aren't you? I didn't expect that...especially not from you, 1x1x1x1. I'll tell you what. I only have one round planned for them tomorrow...so I'll toss you inside there too. However...c00lkidd is following you. No exceptions. Do we have a deal?"

As 1x1x1x1 pondered over their choice, the Spectre continued.

"Think about it. You and I will both get what we want. You get retribution for your oh-so-delicate lover, and I get a bit more entertainment. It would be fun to switch things up a bit, don't you think?"

The embodiment of hatred let out an annoyed groan. "Don't talk about my beloved like that. But fine...I agree to your terms."

Amused, distorted chuckling filled the air around him.

"I'm glad we could come to a consensus, then. Farewell, 1x1x1x1. I hope to see you put on a good show tomorrow."

And with that, 1x1x1x1 felt their vision blur and distort...slowly but surely warping them back into their room.

The morning sunlight roused you from your sleep. You dreaded the day ahead. More matches, getting injured and wounded too many times to count...by then, the pain from slashes and punches was nothing more than a dull ache in your body.

Luck wasn't on your side, however, as you got thrown into a round just as you finally got ready for the day.

You glanced around the map. Planet Voss...was that 1x1x1x1 nearby...?

You walked towards the semi-glowing figure nearby.

1x1x1x1 stood there, patting a hyperactive c00lkidd on the head.

"1x1! 1x1! We're playing together today?"

1x1x1x1 adjusted the chef's hat on their head and twirled a golden frying pan in one hand while gently ruffling c00lkidd's messy hair with the other.

"Yes, we are..."

Your lover looked up at you.

"...and it seems like (Y/n) is joining us too. Come on, kid...we got some people to tag."

The red child jumped for joy, practically bouncing in excitement. "Yay! This'll be so much fun!"

As c00lkidd sped on in front of the both of you, you turned to 1x1x1x1.

"Love, what's going on...? Why are the three of us in a round today...? The Spectre only does rounds with one killer..."

1x1x1x1 rubbed your back soothingly.

"Don't worry about it, dearest. Let's just say...none of the survivors will hurt you this round. I promise.”

You nodded, still unsure of what was going on, but you decided to trust them anyway.

c00lkidd ran on and spotted Guest 1337 and happily dashed towards him, sword in hand. The hyperactive child was always ready to play.

Guest, however, was unable to block in time. c00lkidd’s Walkspeed Override hit, and he giggled happily, brandishing his sword before him as the ex-soldier burst into flames.

“1x1! (Y/n)! Come onnnnn, this is so fun!”

A small smile made its way onto your face. Maybe c00lkidd’s infectious energy and 1x1x1x1’s calm nature would restore some life to you.

c00lkidd continued “playing” with Guest 1337, who was running towards Builderman to ask for a dispenser. 1x1x1x1 sprinted off, their apron's strings flying behind them and their golden pans clutched in their hands as they ran off in pursuit of more survivors. You glanced around you. c00lkidd had already put Guest 1337 to "sleep" and was now going after Builderman. You could see the faint glow of 1x1x1x1 from somewhere across the map. His movement seemed to be pre-determined. Calculated. As if he was in pursuit.

You decided to head in a different direction, in hopes of finding more survivors. To your delight, you stumbled upon Elliot, who was busy working on a generator.

His 80 HP would greatly benefit you since he'd be easy to kill, you thought to yourself. Three slashes and he'd be dead on the floor, lying in a pool of his own blood.

Fortunately for Elliot, he had a charge of Rush Hour and sprinted away.

Unfortunately for him, he ran into a dead end.

As the realisation settled in, he backed up into a blind spot, praying you wouldn't see him and he'd have a second chance to get away. His shoulders relaxed, however- you had been passive for the past few weeks, so surely you wouldn't kill him...?

Your head snapped towards him, manic fury in your eyes.

Oh. Guess not.

You charged towards the pizza delivery boy, weapon in hand and ready to inflict a gashing wound on him. Just like how Jason taught you.

Two strikes, and a third in the chest. You grinned at your perfect execution, and you kicked Elliot away as he limped away, now on 30 HP.

Twirling your weapon in your hand, you flung it at your target.

It struck him in the head and he fell over, lifeless. Bullseye.

"That's for all the times you healed my targets. Not so great now, are you..." you muttered to yourself.

You checked the list of survivors in the round.

You had just killed Elliot, so his portrait and name were now in red. As you looked down the list, you saw more red names.

Guest 1337. Builderman. Taph. Dusekkar. Two Time. They had fallen, too.

The only people left were Noob and Shedletsky...and the former was in sight.

You raised your blade high in the air and plunged it into the ground. Thorny vines took root, sprouting from the ground and spreading across the floor. They wrapped themselves around Elliot's body and took control of his corpse.

You had a minion at your disposal.

Blade in hand, you stealthily sought out Noob. The poor soul was looking around, panicked...frightened at what was to come. They saw all their teammates get picked off one by one, and they feared that they would be next.

Elliot's corpse haphazardly stumbled towards Noob. The survivor only realised it was a minion too late- Elliot already grabbed his pizza cutter and slashed at Noob.

"A- a minion! No, no, no...!"

The hunt was on.

You adjusted your blade in your hand and leapt towards them, ready to deliver a killing blow. Noob pulled out their slateskin potion, panic and desperation in their eyes as they hurriedly chugged it down.

"...I'm not dealing with that thing today. That's it. I'm tired of it." You grumbled.

You used the blunt edge of your blade to knock the glass bottle out of their hands. The substance spilt onto the grass, desaturating and hardening it till it was just like concrete.

"Perish, you puny Robloxian. Flowers...bloom and grow."

Vines sprouted from your hand and snaked towards Noob, tripping them over and holding them in place by their ankles. You strolled towards them, blade in hand and a coy smile on your face.

"It was never meant to be, little one."

You plunged your blade down. Glowing flowers sprouted all over Noob's body, climbing on top of one another high into the sky. The flowers formed and converged into a bud, which burst open into a beautiful, crystalline violet lotus.

You hadn't seen that in a while. And something about that breathtaking sight filled you with energy once again. Energy to hunt down the last survivor...Shedletsky.

Speaking of him, your locations were highlighted to each other. Just like with every other Last Man Standing scenario.

You were determined to hunt him down. You knew he concocted the plan that brought your mental state to ruins- he often gloated about it in front of you during those rounds where you did absolutely nothing.

And with your energy and willpower back, you were ready. Prepared. Determined, even, to avoid taking a single slash from him.

As you ran on past the trees and endless white walls, you finally spotted the chicken-eating glutton that humiliated you that very day. Shedletsky turned towards you, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Oh! Ready to get pwned again? Not today!"

He fled past the trees, but you were prepared. He turned a corner, and you followed closely behind him.

It was a trap. Shedletsky waited there, and the moment he saw you...he raised his Linked Sword, ready to strike.

"(Y/n), no-!"

A glowing figure shoved you aside. As you collapsed to the floor, you saw them.

1x1x1x1.

They took the hit for you and groaned in pain as the sword sliced their transparent torso.

"I did say I'd make sure none of the survivors would hurt you this round, sweetheart."

They looked up at Shedletsky, blazing rage in their eyes.

"I will not let you hurt one of the only individuals who are a source of comfort to me, Creator."

You glanced at your beloved, who was stumbling in pain. Neither of you enjoyed seeing the other injured, no matter how minor the injury was.

"Corrupt Nature!" A gleeful voice could be heard from somewhere behind you, and you turned your head to see c00lkidd throwing a brick at Shedletsky.

"Go on, (Y/n)! They're yours to tag!"

You turned back towards the brown-haired male, who was already limping away in pain. He seemed to be a bit dazed from the impact of the brick and was clearly not up to the task of running away from you.

"...not today, Shedletsky. I won't let you get away from me this time."

Sword in hand, you had a purpose. A goal. Kill Shedletsky.

You had all intentions to slash the soul out of him and turn him into a testament that your plants would always prevail. You wanted vengeance. Vengeance, for he had humiliated you all those weeks ago.

You sank your sword into the ground, vines shooting out to grasp at his ankles. Instead, Shedletsky deftly stepped around the plants, barely avoiding getting tangled up in the floral attack.

"Another cheap trick? C'monnnn, you can do better than this!"

Thirty seconds passed, and you were getting desperate. Only fifteen seconds remained on the clock, and he was still alive and running.

You almost ran into a wall. Five seconds wasted, ten seconds left to catch him.

Shedletsky turned around and tried to slash you. Your eyes widened in panic and horror, but your body instinctively reacted to avoid the attack. Eight seconds left.

Seven...six...five...

"Stay for dinner!"

A dark sword flew towards Shedletsky and hit him in the chest. Shadowy restraints bound him in place.

Four...three...two...

"I won't let you get away this time, Telamon. Flowers will always blossom in the end."

You sank your sword into his heart, as vines covered his body and constricted him.

One...

The Killers won.

You felt...light. Like the world around you was distorting.

When you finally came back to your senses, you found yourself back in the cabin, the other two killers by your side.

c00lkidd hugged you tightly, laughing and giggling happily like a young child.

"We did it! We won! Yay!"

He let out a soft yawn and retreated back to his room after letting you go. The kid was tired...he always was after a round. You couldn't blame him. Deep down, he was just a child. He was hyperactive at times, but he didn't have the energy capacity similar to the others. He got tired easily, and that was understandable.

As you watched the kid stumble back to his room, 1x1x1x1 glanced down at you.

The literal glowstick was taller than you. But the height difference didn't matter in your relationship, anyway.

"Feeling better, sweetheart?"

Your stoic expression softened into that of a happy smile. Then, soft chuckles.

They missed hearing you laugh like that. It was nearly identical to that before the fated round.

"Much better, 1x. Thank you...for everything."

You paused in your sentence, a sudden thought crossing your mind.

"Hey, 1x1...? Why were there three killers today? What happened? Did the Spectre make a mistake?"

The embodiment of hatred chuckled and adjusted their toque slightly. They knew the reason all too well.

"Don't worry about it, dearest. You did well. Do you want some dessert?"

The way your expression lit up as you nodded excitedly was all it took for the chef to know that their mission was a great success.

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