4uni0fficial

[4uni0fficial]

New game? (the robloxia until dawn x Forsaken crossover!!)

Chapter 1: Wrong server sorry!!

Note: I DO NOT OWN THE ROBLOXIA UNTIL DAWN NOR FORSAKEN. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE CREATORS OF SAID GAMES. THIS IS MY OWN INTERPRETATION OF TRUD CHARACTERS. I AM USING OLD LORE FOR TRUD. GUESY 666 ISNT TRANSFEM HERE AND WILL BE USING ANY PRONOUNS I FEEL LIKE. BUILDERMAN WONT BE RELATED TO JANE AND JOHN. THIS IS FOR FUN AND NOT TO BE TREATED SERIOUSLY. DO NOT HARASS ME.

Grunting, Guest 1337 managed to block c00lkidd’s hit. Winding up for a parry, he landed a blow on the kid. As c00lkidd whined in the background, 1337 clutched his abdomen and ran away to where he noticed Builderman setting up his machines earlier.

“Thanks Build, was a bit worried I wouldn’t be able to bait him to hit earlier. How are the others holding up?” He stood nearby the dispenser, keeping an eye out for c00lkidd’s minion or the kid himself. “Rest of em are dealing with c00lkidd now, all healed up and ready to go thanks to you distracting him for the bit. Reckon we can go out of this round with only a few injuries this time.”

Worries alleviated, Guest checked the timer. 1 minute left then they could take a break and freshen up. They should be done for the ‘day’, but who knows what the Spectre might for them to endure for it. But usually, they average about 10 rounds per day. Hopefully with no funny business he could take a rest.

As the clock reached 0, they were transported back to the lobby seated at the dining table. “Good work everyone, make sure to get some rest for tomorrow.” Builderman congratulated them, dusting himself off and heading to his cabin. Everyone split to do their own business, Elliot cooking dinner with Noob, Two Time wiping down their dagger and Taph also heading back to his cabin to.. do whatever he does. Nobody here really knows what is it he does. They just leave him to his own devices.

As 1337 headed to his cabin, he wondered whether there would be any new occurrences. At least a new event from the usual slaughter. The best would be for them to find a way out of this hell of course, but even the monotony can get to the best of them. Sighing, he opened his door and waited for ‘tomorrow.’

MAP: CAPTURE THE FLAG Silent as ever, Guest cursed out in his mind as he blinded that darn dog again. Putting the canister back into its strap, he pushed his legs to bring him to the portal. Spying Brickbattler catching up to him, he motioned to him if he stunned Drakobloxxer. Nodding yes, they reached the portal during their little interaction. The rest of the survivors were already there, with Jane healing Bacon and Builderman keeping watch for Drako. Once he noticed the last two of their group, he turned to everyone.

“Alright, everyone’s here. Enter the portal one by one. It should be scheduled to a far away enough server from them to reach quickly. We can take a breather there.” He gestured for the ones who got hit the most to go in first. Hearing a growl, Builderman turned quickly, readying his Banhammer for a hit. The rest of the group clambered to join the rest on the other side of the portal as Builderman distracted Drako. Finally, after slamming a blow to the red dog, he took the opportunity to escape, the last to enter the portal.

But what was on the other side was not what the survivor group was expecting. Well for one, the map itself wasn’t weird, it actually looked quite cozy compared to other hideouts they had in the past. It was the fact there were other inhabitants. People that looked like ones they knew well, even a little too well considering that some were a copy of a few of the survivors. “Now who the heck are teh lot of you, and why sum of you look like us?” Builderman’s doppelganger questioned, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Don’t ya know its against TOS to impersonate admins?”

[4uni0fficial]

YESS IM SUPER EXDITED I LOVE YOUR CHAPTERSSS !! Even if they don't react to TRUD, I love all of your updates regardless 🙏🙏

Take care of yourself author!! Can't wait to see what you'll cook up next :DD

—💥💥💥💥 anon

heh.. dont worry kitten. Thy shall be fed soon..

ANywyays super happy to see you!! Im super excited for you all to read literature written by me :))

Have fun reading 💥💥💥 anon!

[4uni0fficial]

cooking another TRUD x Forsaken fic :) Get ready to read the first chapter today or tomorrow. -Author of roblox games react to eachother!!!!

[4uni0fficial]

ITS ME!!! 💥💥💥 ANON!!!

THANK YOUF RO THE NEW CHAPTER!!! I saw ur reply and I agree 100%, I dont know what they were cooking with old TRUD c00lk1dd but they burnt down the kitchen

ANYWAYS THANK U AGAIN!! I'm superrr excited to see the next chapter wherein they react to the TRUDverse, make sure to take care of yourself author !!!

HIII 💥💥💥 ANON!!

Hope you enjoyed chapter! Next chapters in the future are them gonna be reacting to da forsaken universe if your wondering unfortunately.. But once i finish the trud chapters are gonna be super ksibidi.

Alot of people sadly baby any ver of c00lkidd ever since forsaken came out so i wanted to make sure there was a distinct diff between him and forsaken so happy that you agree! I sadly didnt get to see any old lore from the discord before it got wiped so im basing all this from the pre remake wiki and stuff from discord!

anyways enough of mh yapping, happy to see from you!

[4uni0fficial]

how to i do customeise this blog.. Needs to have a theme... ill find skme trud and forsaken pics to decorate this place i promjse

[4uni0fficial]

I LOVE UR AU AAAAHHHH!!! Pls keep writing this plspslslsplslsls — but no rush ofc!!

I really love trud!c00lk1dd's dynamics with drakobloxxer. Little anklebiter vs man who wants to keep his ankles lol

I also really admire how much you're able to write so much!! I have a really big issue with writing tons of words since I keep going back and rechecking 10x and I just don't post my fics at all

ANDANDAND I love their personalities!!! I know there's not a lot of lore to go off of in TRUD, but I just wanna say that you've done well in depicting them

Keep up the good work!!

—💥💥💥 Anon

THANKS!! I was a bit confused on how to cagarcyerseise them but im happy you enjoy how i written them! I wanyed to make sure drako was feral enough and trud killers meaner comapred to their forsaken counterparts! esp c00lkidd with how the fandom infantilised him.

MY FIRST EMOJI ANON AS WELL IM SO HAPPY!! HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!!! :))))

[4uni0fficial]

Really like your fic

thanks! I dont really see any good gacha react bids on yourube for these two fandoms so i decided to make my own! Hope you enjoy this series

[4uni0fficial]

THANK YOU FOR UPDATING

heh sorry daddy was away for so long kitten. ill be back with weekly chpater updayesnthis time :) i canr be disappearing all the time forever

[4uni0fficial]

RGR!!!! chapter 7

NOTE: I do not own neither games and will be using old lore for TRUD. Guest 666 wont be transfem and Builderman wont be related to Jane and John. This is a crack fic not to be taken seriously, do not harass me.

“Alas, I fear I have forgotten to tell you why I brought you here for. My apologies, I think explanations are in order. As you have concluded, the people you see that you aren’t familiar with are from an alternative universe to yours, with different circumstances. Why I brought you all here is for a reason very simple and even fun. I want you all to react to each other! Doesn’t that sound interesting? Now since you all know each other, we can start with the main event. Get comfortable, we are reacting to the Forsaken universe first!” The Watcher elaborated.

Murmurs of confusion and grumbles of acceptance can be heard throughout the theater, with the tables speaking amongst themselves.

“Now all eyes towards the screen please, the first video will begin soon!” The Watcher exclaimed, voice giddy with excitement. Everyone turned to face the giant screen in the front of the room, a countdown of to one now displayed on it.

Vid cred: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMB7oUbrn/

The video shown the survivors in various situations, generally following the words that accompanied them in each frame. Noob hiding, 007n7 getting chased by c00lkidd (Get him c00lkidd) and Two Time looking very worried etc. The audience watched with interest, with the Forsakeners wondering how they got such footage, but best not to question.

Then the survivors had the pictures shown in a box with some of them disappearing, showing they had been eliminated. Then words replaced the pictures with an explanation of the Forsaken universe for the Trud people to read.

“So, you are saying that those other versions of us are being put into an endless game of having to run and survive their killers? Why not try to escape? And who even put you there to begin with?” T!Shedletsky questioned, looking towards his counterpart at the other table.

“Yeah, that’s… basically it. As for plans on escaping, we have none as there is virtually no way we could. The entity that brought us to be trapped there, The Spectre as we call it, weakened us somehow and took away our admin powers so we cant even open anything that could help us find a way out.” F!Shedletsky shrugged as he explained their situation back in their native world. “Yeesh, that sounds harsh.” Bloxxer commented raising an eyebrow. Yet none of the Trud people could shake how their circumstances weren’t to different from theirs somehow, but it should be, shouldn’t it?

Meanwhile, the Trud killers observed their interaction. “So, it seems their world isn’t different in terms of the ‘rounds’. The time loops we have aren’t too different from what they have.” 1x4 stated.

“Yeah, only our bozos don’t know they are. None of them have even figured out we keep resetting the timeline. For admins, they sure are stupid.” C00lkidd snickered, looking in amusement at the mentioned bozos at their table. The countdown began again, catching the attention of everyone. As it hit 1, a new video began showing on the large screen.

Vid cred: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSAzMa-9_Bw

The video showed fast moving scenes with the survivors dying by gruesome ways by the killers. This time the video didn’t showcase the survivors, but the killers instead. The music that accompanied the scenes was quite fitting as well with the amount of blood shown.

“Wowww, we look so c00l!! How come there are thingies inside of papa’s team members though?? And why is the yellow guy missing his body??” c00lkidd inquired, looking towards his fellow killers for answers. They all averted their eyes from him for a second. Thinking of what to say to explain away why the survivors were shown like that in the video.

“Its.. just some special effects c00lkidd, to make the video look cooler.” Azure excused away, patting him on the head. He nodded in understanding, his mouth and ‘O’ shape before closing.

“Well I think those two videos were enough for you to get the gist of their situation, no? As now, we are going to move into other types of videos.” The Watcher asserted, not letting any of the audience but in.

The TRUD people were filled with curiosity, just what were they going to be watching next on their counterparts? With how their circumstances were different, it would be interesting.

[4uni0fficial]

hihihihihihihihihihi ive been here since chapter 4 i love this fic

thanks for reading! Im sorry i ddint respond earlier, been busy. Hope i can continue this fic

[4uni0fficial]

decided to introduce my own concept for a robloxia survival game called

Robloxia's rotten dreams

sorry if this wont be written well. This also wont become a real game as i do not know how to code or model, so it will stay as a concept game i will post for from time to time if i dont feel like writing RGR.

first character we have is actually a killer. The strongest one too since she just wont leave my mind and i already have her abilities planned plus design cutout.

meet ANOMALY

formally known as Acorn hair before the incident happened. She has been transformed into a killer hunting down anyone IT tells her to. She is entirely subservient to IT, the corruption overtaken her mind entirely. Well the lobotomy she got prolly helped as well but whatever.

She is unable to recall any memories from before she was killed and reborn again. The only times she feels emotions is `when she is around the other killers. In rounds, THE VIRUS shuts off her emotions for more efficient killing, except for her rage.

Ability 1: Slash. Deals 35 dmg upon hit.

ability 2: Drop. Goes into the ground, gaining speed boost. When ambushed a survivor successfully, deals 50 dmg.

ability 3: callback ping: slows and highlights survivors for 10 secs.

ability 4: Rampage (passive). When stunned, gain a charge. At 5 charges, enter rampage mode, boosting dmg and speed for 1 min. Timer stops when rampage is activated.

[4uni0fficial]

RGR!!!! chapter 6

NOTE: I do not own neither games and will be using old lore for TRUD. Guest 666 wont be transfem and Builderman wont be related to Jane and John. This is a crack fic not to be taken seriously, do not harass me.

The Watcher moved onto the final table, the Forsaken killers. This will have to be made quick work of.

The spotlight first shone on someone quite unexpected for the Trud team. Mr Doombringer himself. He rose, eyes gleaming from under his hat. “My name is Doombringer, nice to meet you all.” He spoke, voice deep and resounding.

T!Builderman and Shedletsky were taken aback at the sight of their friend and coworker on the killer’s side. Though obviously, their Doombringer and the one who spoke just now were quite different. This one had a red colour scheme and a different bucket hat, plus wearing.. armour? Though perhaps the most glaring difference was his whole vibe. The one they knew was full of laughter and life. He was one of their closest friends.

The guy on the other side had a.. judgemental air about him. Like from a glance he dissects someone and makes his own judgement on them that no one else can dispute, his word higher than anyone elses. It unnerved them, to say the least.

The light moved on to the tentacle fellow in their midst, Azure. The hat on his head seemed displeasured at having a light shining down onto its.. face. Standing up they spoke as best as they can. “Im Azure. A pleasure meeting..” Their eyes shot a quick glance towards a cultist on the other side. "Most of you."

The crazed Spawn worshipper’s expression faltered for a second, then snapped back to their usual demeanor. What they did was for the Spawn, an act of true devotion for Them. No use looking back on past actions. Besides, the Spawn blessed them for it, didn’t He?

Even without knowing either of them, the Trud team can tell there was history between those two. Or at least a few interactions. Though then again, as much as both sides are uncomfortable to admit it, who doesn’t have a past relation with someone on the other side? The survivors and killers are more closely intertwined than they like to be alright with, no matter voluntary or not.

Moving on, the light now beamed down onto the holder of the Void Crown. Noli stood up with glee, his exuberant personality boosted. Not even getting thrown into another realm can dampen his spirits. In fact, it lifted them. The change in environment from the dreary realm of the Spectre really helped.

“Hey, Noli he--re!!11 Nice to meet y-youoo11” His voice glitching and repeating in places, he greeted cheerily.

Noli huh? This sort of rang a bell in the Trud people. Just where had they heard that name before? The admins scrutinized his appearance, taking note of his crown. They had seen it, but where in their world…

007n7 meanwhile cringed at his former fellow hacker, the way he had introduced himself seemed quite excessive compared to everyone else, despite saying the same two lines. It kinda hurt having his old friend be the one hunting him down now, but what can you do? This was the Spectre’s will.

Now, it was the only child in the entire room’s turn for introduction. (haha back to back pain, suck it 7n7) c00lkidd jumped up in excitement, ecstatic at it now being his turn. “Hiii!! The name’s c00lkidd!! The coolest one around11 Nice to meetcha!!111” He greeted, childish joy dripping with every word.

Now this was a shocking sight to see. A child on the killer’s side? No way this wasn’t a mistake. Then again it was c00lkidd after all. But the way this kid was acting.. the innocence was very real. Something else was at play for him to be at that table. A little manipulation can go along way after all. Even the most purest soul can turn to the wrong path. Sawnoob’s whole existence was a prime example of it.

Also, something else confused them. Something that should be impossible in their world. 007n7 and c00lkidd existing at the same time. 007n7 was an alt account of c00lkidd so both them being here shouldn’t be right at all. The rules must be different in the Forsaken universe for that to happen.

T!c00lkidd raised an eyebrow in confusion. So there was a child variant of him running around hunting people? Guess that universe took the name c00lkidd seriously. But what surprised him the most was 007n7 and the other him being there at the same time. He can accept a kid version of him, but to see his alt account was definitely new. And it seemed he had a personality of his own as well. Did he managed to break away from the main account somehow? Well probably not to dwell on it right now. He has a feeling it will get explained later on anyways.

007n7 himself was pained seeing his precious son be so jubilant while surrounded by the other killers. This was the closest he had gotten to him without It being a round, and they were still separated. Every part of him wanted to run over and hug him, hold him close. But he couldn’t. Not now and he didn’t know if he ever could again. He looked away, gripping his shirt the unfairness of it all killing him a bit inside.

Guest 666 growled a bit in displeasure of the light on him. Glancing around, it addressed the room. “..Guest 666. Meet….. nice.” They grunted out, large form towering over everyone. Noob looked away in fear.. and in sadness. Their one true friend, turned into.. that, something else entirely. After all this time of him going missing and grieving, just to see him in that realm. They shut their eyes, taking deep breaths.

The other 666 and Guest from the Trud universe, were surprised at the form the Forsaken one had. It was an absolute beast compared to them. It resembled a demon more than a robloxian, did the transformation for them turn them into that? There were a lot of questions forming, that would most likely be answered soon, if what the Watcher had said to be true.

Moving on, the spotlight had chosen John Doe. The corruption seemed to be holding him down, barely standing under the weight of it, hunching over as he stood in the spotlight. “John Doe. Nice meeting you.” He grunted out, voice distorted and barely able to make words out of.

Observing his counterpart, T!John found him laughable. The man seemed like his corruption controlled him instead of the other way around. He doesn’t even seem to be all that conscious either, like a puppet on strings. The corruption on him seemed to weighing heavy on him instead of an extension of him, a power to be used. They were nothing alike at all, save for appearance.

Now the spotlight was trained onto Jason. Another mute guy in this room, just great. His eye barely visible underneath his mask, he was about to speak. “Ki Ki Ma Ma. (I am Jason).” Turns out he also got subtitles, his whispers almost lost to the wind. How convenient.

Jason? As in the guy from Area 51? Guess there are multiple kinds of killers for those guys to survive from instead of only hackers-unlike them. Looks like we got 2 mutes now, yay.

The finale for the introductions, 1x himself. The spotlight shone down, their crown glinting in the light. “You may refer to me as 1x.” It sat back down, now annoyed at having to talk to a whole room. Their voice was deep and scratchy, again from the disuse of its voice.

T!Shedletsky scrutinized him, his demeanor contrasting with his own 1x. Their cores were different, the purpose of their existence. 1x4 was a normal guy that turned into a killer but them? It seemed there was only one reason for its existence. They radiated hate so strong, it could be felt from his position on the other side. There was something strange about it, and Shedletsky, the ‘scientist’ he was had his interest piqued.

1x4 stared at his alternate self, the being drowning in hate that his ‘creator’ noticed as well. He could see them throwing dirty looks to F!Shedletsky, like his grudge was beyond personal. Himself and 1x had different motives behind their hate towards their Shedletskys but the way they wanted to hurt him was all the same. Perhaps they could get along somehow.

And with that, the introductions have concluded. “Now that you all are finished, we can start with the reason we are all here! For the first game you are reacting to, Forsaken has been chosen. Get comfortable its gonna be a long ride.” The Watcher announced, voice resounding throughout the theater source still unknown.

[4uni0fficial]

RGR!!!! chapter 5

NOTE: I do not own neither games and will be using old lore for TRUD. Guest 666 wont be transfem and Builderman wont be related to Jane and John. This is a crack fic not to be taken seriously, do not harass me.

“Now with all the survivors done, it’s time for the killers turn! Remember, stay polite. I wont tolerate any attempt at attack on either side. Nor any in fighting. Now, who’s going to be first?”

The spotlight returned, now on the killer’s side of the theater. It moved aimlessly, intentionally trying to have everyone watching to keep guessing who’s next. Finally it stopped on the Trud table. Sawnoob averted his eyes from the bright light now on him. Looking down, he removed his gas mask, the Xploit drug hissed as it was released into the surrounding air instead of its usual containment of being fed into Sawnoob. The scar on his face curving into a smile on his mouth now visible to everyone, an injury he inflicted upon himself.

Just keep smiling while you do your job, and everything will be alright again. Was what he told himself a long time ago.

“My name is.. Sawnoob. Hope we dont have any troubles.” He greeted, his voice raspy and low. Quite a difference to Noob’s voice. His placed his mask back on, the gas filling up his lungs once more. It was essential to his survival after all. Noob stared at the other one in curiosity and fear. He looked so scary and the bloodstains on his body were definitely not helping. He just looked so..... everything that they werent. There were scars littering every inch of his body, not to mention the one surrounding their mouth. Noob shivered at the thought of it, what could have caused it in the first place? Oh, and the saw replacing his hand looked so sharp and ready for the kill. One thing was for certain. Sawnoob and the rest of his table were people who somehow was more terrifying than their own killers.

1x4 was next, his body glowing with code coloured in green. Both Shedletskys narrowed their eyes to observe him and how he would act. “I am 1x1x1x1, I expect you to tolerate me as much as I do you.” His voice deep and strained a bit, like he wasnt used to talking. T!Shedletsky almost scoffed at his introduction. 1x4.. he didnt expect him to grow so much in strength, but here they are. Having to run from him, past him would have found it hilarious now not so much. It aggravated him slightly, the whole situation. Now all he could do is run from the killers and help his teammates escape. Helping always take priority of course.

F!Shedletsky tried to discern how similar this one was to his own. First off, 1x4 was more.. quiet so to speak and the way he talked was also different compared to 1x. 1x4 was also more green in comparison to 1x. He didnt know how, but the guy looked way greener than his hatred. He would call it tacky but it fit together perfectly, so F!Shedletsky let it slide. (ITS CAUSE HE SMOKES WEED!! well Xploit but you get my drift.) 1x observed his counterpart in scrutiny, comparing themself to him. 1x4 seemed to be more calm and composed to it, as if he wasnt made with hatred at his core. Things were very different in their world after all.

The light hadnt moved on yet, still stuck on 1x4. Confusion can be felt throughout the room, mixed with a bit of boredom till 1x4 noticed he was still holding onto Drakobloxxer. Concluding the spotlight wanted for it to be introduced, he spoke again this time for another. “Ah, this one is Drakobloxxer. He shouldnt cause too much trouble today.” Holding it up so everyone can get a better view, the beast growled as his eyes swept over the room. Most of the Forsakeners knew what a Drakobloxxer was, though they hadnt expected it to be a killer. It was hard to believe the animal stuck in the headboard above the fireplace in the lobby could hunt them down especially since it seemed to be neutral. Maybe this Drakobloxxer was different from the rest?

The Watcher then moved the spotlight to c00lkidd. He grinned almost eager to introduce himself. “Im c00lkidd, but you already knew that. Hope this is as interesting as it looks!” He exclaimed, almost giddy at their situation. Well atleast someone is excited. He toyed with his knife lazily, sitting back down. When Drako tried to snap at him, he hit him again with one of his tentacles his eye narrowing in annoyance. “Stop it you dumb dog.”

007n7 froze up catching sight of Trudkidd on the other side. He looked like his son, but older and more.. harsh. The markings on his body and the tentacles were evidence of that along with his eye. 007n7 eyes softened when he noticed it. Who could have done that to him? It looked like it had been stabbed and now scarred over. Poor guy. Dumbly, 007n7 had mistaken Trudkidd as someone like his son, someone who didnt know better about what he was doing. Truly, how laughable.

Meanwhile his actual son was staring in awe at his older, other world version. He just looked so C00L!! His weird thingys on his back and how he spun that knife around was super duper awesome! He also seemed a bit smarter than him now but that was no surprise. He was older after all. F!c00lkidd hoped he could be like that guy one day!

John Doe’s turn had come around. The leader of the killers, the whole reason they existed in the first place. (oo scayr alpha john toe) He rose from his place, clown gleaming in the light, his corruption on his body buzzing. When he spoke, it sounded gruff and glitched out a bit, possibly from the effects of the Xploit on his body. “I am John Doe. Hope too much time is spent here.” His eyes sweeping the room, barely concealed anger when he sighted the Trud survivors.

The sight of her poor brother made Jane’s heart ache. She couldnt understand why he did all this. Why he hurt them like this. She knew there was a reason she just didnt know. ‘Or maybe she did but she didnt want to acknowledge it.’ A small part whispered. But still in the end, she knew he could confide in her about anything, thats what she thought about their relationship, that they would always help eachother no matter what. But its clear John didnt think the same. If he did, he wouldnt be threatening their lives and Robloxia right now. In fact, none of this would have happened at all.

The forsakeners however were intrigued. Did Jane Doe and John have some relation to eachother? They must have since Jane seemed so pained when it was John’s turn. Did a Jane exist in their world as well? If so they havent seen her around at all. Or maybe she wasnt Forsakened yet. Whatever it was they hoped slash not that they would meet her in their universe, maybe she had knowledge on how to deal with John or a way to escape.

The finale for the Trud killers was here, and it was Guest 666. The bastard himself. It stood up, long black hair shining in the spotlight. For a split second, it narrowed his eyes towards Guest at the survivors table before snapping back. When he spoke, it had a far more delayed and echoed type of voice, with a static sound faintly can be heard. “My name is Guest 666, but as like the other Guests, you can refer to me as 666. I hope our time together is.. pleasureable.” The Trud survivors seemed to shudder when he spoke, as if his entire being was unnatural to them.

As Noob looked at this version of Guest 666, he couldnt feel any sense of familiarity when they looked at it. This 666 was so far removed from their own, the guy was just reeking of malice which they hadnt thought was possible until now. 1x seemed palateable compared to that guy, atleast hatred was predictable and a well known emotion. This was something else entirely.

The Guest 666 from the Trud world caught the attention of the two guests from Forsaken. 1337 took note of its more Robloxian form compared to its counterpart in his world, and how the guys very existence seemed wrong. Something about it scared him but he didnt know what, and this was coming from the guy that wasnt afraid of the killers in his own world. Sixer meanwhile smelled something off about their counterpart but didnt know what. Like something had gone to rot for a long time and slowly the scent dissipated but was still everpresent, like a dead person gone to be buried and then dug up. One thing was for sure though. None of the Forsakeners enjoyed the existence of 666 but couldnt exactly pinpoint why.

“And now, moving onto the Forsaken killers! Ough, this is gonna be a doozy.” Their host announced while murmuring the last part. Seems they were getting closer to what the Watcher brought them all here for.

[4uni0fficial]

RGR!!!! chpater 4

NOTE: I do not own neither games and will be using old lore for TRUD. Guest 666 wont be transfem and Builderman wont be related to Jane and John. This is a crack fic not to be taken seriously, do not harass me.

The light shone down on Jane Doe. She could feel a force pushing her to stand up from her seat and now all eyes were on her. "Oh! Um.. Hi, my name is Jane. Jane Doe. Nice to meet you all." She stated nervously, sweat beginning to form the longer she stood in the spotlight. Fortunately for her, she was released quickly once her name was said. The light moved on to the person next to her,Bloxxer.

“Yo, Bloxxer here. Uh, you guys are interesting to meet.” He spoke nonchalantly, surveying the people around him. Forsakeners raised an eyebrow at his introduction, never seeing him around before before being imprisoned. Must not be prominent like Two Time or Chance. And the Jane Doe girl was even more intriguing. Was she related to John in some way? They look quite similar.

Brickbattler stood up, the light beating down on him. “My name is Brickbattler. A pleasure to meet your acquintance.” Bloxxer smirked a little at Brick’s intro, still as serious as always. Forsakeners felt a twinge of familiarity as Brickbattler’s name. Maybe they heard it in passing somewhere but it definitely existed somewhere in their world. They just couldnt put a finger on it.

The spotlight moved on to Bacon. Standing up, he inhaled and tried to speak as confidently as he could. “Hey all, Im Bacon. Nice to meet you.” He said, trying to sound upbeat about their current situation. Guest 1337 immediately narrowed his eyes in suspicion towards him. With his past experiences with Bacon’s race, he was quite wary already. He was half expecting him to turn around and throw a mean scowl at 1337, but perhaps he was just jumping to conclusions. Trauma doesnt heal quickly after all, even when trapped for an unknown amount of time in pseudo purgatory.

Spotlight shining down on Guest, he stood up. Everyone from Trud looked at him in curiosity and a mix of worry from the survivors table. The killers table just were curious in how the mute was going to be able to communicate. With Guest 666’s hit on its original, it essentially rendered the man’s voice unuseable, leaving him only to speak in grunts or other forms of noise that werent talking. Jane was going to speak up and introduce Guest for him, when she found she couldnt speak, mouth stuck closed. How was Guest going to communicate?

Seeing Jane out of the corner of his eye try to open her mouth and fail along with his notebook nowhere on his person, Guest guessed (heh) the Watcher wanted him to speak, despite his injured voice. He took a deep breath, this was going to hurt alot. Opening his mouth, he tried to remember what it was like to talk and if this was going to work at all. “H-.. Hi, my name is Guest. ..Nice to meet you all?” His eyes widened in surprise. He did it. He actually spoke. Sounds that werent just noises came out of his mouth. He almost wanted to shed tears at this miracle.

The rest of the Trud people were shocked at the fact Guest just spoke. It almost felt alien when they heard his voice after so long, the pang of familiarity hit all the survivors. Meanwhile, the killers were quite intrigued. So the being that brought them here could heal injuries if it deemed fit to do so? It held more power than they thought. Sawnoob was thoroughly shocked and perhaps.. a little relieved at hearing Guest’s voice again. Its been so long, he almost forgot it. Then again, did it really matter?

Both Guests from Forsaken were a bit confused after Guest introduced himself. Did he not have a serial number? It was a common rule that all Guests in their world to have a number to differ them all. Guess this rule didnt exist in the Trud world, but how did they call themselves then? Oh well. Now ignoring his name, 1337 felt a hit to his heart when he noticed how similar Guest looked to his dad. The resemblance was uncanny almost if Guest didnt look younger than him. 1337 wondered if his dad looked like Guest when he was younger, before the attacks happened. 666 felt a simmering of pain when he took in Guest’s appearance. It had a inkling feeling that 666 used to look like Guest before the transformation, but the memories of their past appearance were faded and blurry. Most details lost to time and the entity controlling them. It hurt 666 whenever it tried to recall the past.

With Guest sitting down, all eyes moved to Trud Builderman, the next in line. He stood up, clearing his throat. “I am Builderman, you already know that. Lets.. try to get along in the time we have here.” He stated, eyes shifting to the killers side. He was hoping they wouldnt try any funny business, but that was wishful thinking. Then again, who knows? They may be courteous despite Builderman’s suspicions, they are unpredictable after all.

The Forsakeners meanwhile, were quite surprised by how different their Builderman was to the other one. And that was based on appearances alone. Trud Builderman looked like he was built like a truck. The guy was massive and had some good muscle on him. He certainly also looked more roughed up and on guard than F!Builderman. Accent was different as well. Just what was happening in Trud for the survivors there to look like they were fighting for their lives even more so than them? Atleast besides from looks, T!Builderman probably wasnt that different from theirs, the gruff personality with the protectiveness still there.

Now for the ACTUAL last and least, the one and only, Shedletsky. As the spotlight glared down on the final survivor, he rose with as much confidence he could muster, given the situation. “Name’s Shedletsky. I doubt you will forget it. It is quite interesting being with you all.” He asserted, surveying the room. This Shedletsky was.. definitely a character to say the least. The Forsakeners concluded, he probably was putting on a arrogant front for his teammates to feel at ease and perhaps he was just more cocky than his counterpart as he wasnt trapped in a purgatory at the moment so he has more powers at the moment. Though they couldnt shake the air of superiority from his introduction.

Forsaken 1x was definitely seething now though. Great, a copy of his creator just what he needed to soothe his.. ‘soul’. It grumbled, scrutinizing the other Shedletsky, find his weaknesses anything that lets it torment him better. Sensing the glare he was receiving, T!Shedletsky turned his head to face F!1x in a staredown, with Shedletsky looking particulary disinterested at being the focus of 1x in the current moment. Only reason he turned around was too perhaps throw them off, or atleast discourage him from staring anymore.

As F!1x stared down Shedletsky, he noticed something quite crucial. Blinking in surprise, he turned away, as if in disbelief at what it saw, or fear? But something was for certain 1x deduced. This Shedletsky was nothing like their creator, at all.

note: i am still at the event. I just scheduled for posts to be posted from mon to fri while im away to keep you guys engaged.

[4uni0fficial]

almost forgot about this.

this is the floor plan for RGR lol. Very crwatie i know

[4uni0fficial]

RGR!!!! chapter 3

NOTE: I do not own neither games and will be using old lore for TRUD. Guest 666 wont be transfem and Builderman wont be related to Jane and John. This is a crack fic not to be taken seriously, do not harass me.

Noob’s breath hitched as the light shone down on them, choosing them as the first person to be introduced. Of course it chooses the guy who is a nervous wreck to go first, unlucky guy. Their eyes flitted nervously as everyone looked at them expectantly, waiting for them to say their name. “Hi, I-Im Noob.. nice to meet you?” He muttered, the voice still heard throughout the theater despite the smallness of it. They looked down to the ground, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

Guest and Sawnoob both looked on at them in surprise, for differing reasons. Guest looked regretful at the nervous Noob, reminding him of the one he had failed and left behind. He wanted to reach out and hug them, they looked just like his old best friend... but it wouldnt be the same. They werent the Noob he knew and mourned over. Sawnoob meanwhile looked curiously at the other Noob, taking in the details of their appearance. They looked so much alike, but the differences between them were evident. They looked so pure and bright, clothes well worn but still relatively clean. In comparison, his dirty appearance and bloodstained gear were all thats needed to know about his sins. Even when they did come with ‘good’ intentions.

The light previously shining down on Noob moved, now on the person next to them. Elliot grasped his arms for comfort as he stood up and said his name, eyeing the killers side nervously. His gut churned in fear with the presence of them and for his teammates safety. “Woah, Elliot? Havent seen him in a while, wonder hows he holding up.” Someone from the Trud table mused. Elliot glanced curiously, right.. these were people from different universes? Wonder how other him was doing if he existed in their universe.

The light dropped away from Elliot to Taph. Ooof, wonder how he’s going to introduce himself. Then a name appeared on top of Taph, floating right above before disappearing. Guess that was over with quick (IM SORRY MY KING TAPH BUT IDK HOW TO INTRODUCE YOU). Taph himself had a few emojis to say hello with though. “👋😊🤝 (Hello, nice to meet you).” The emojis appeared above taph with the text again translating what he had to say. Guess Taph gets irl subtitles.

The Trud people looked intrigued by Taph’s special way of speaking but the light had already moved on to someone else. Guest 1337 was up next, clearing his voice a little before speaking, “My name is Guest 1337. You can refer to me as 1337 to differenciate between me and the other guests here.” He stated calmly, narrowing his eyes in suspicion of the killers side. Trud Guest, looked at him in wonder. So his name was 1337, good that their table went first, else he would have mistaken him for Billy. They look so similar but 1337 had this aged look about him, quite a contrast to Billy’s youthful appearance. Dont even get him started on attitude. Guest chuckled to himself a bit, reminiscing of the time before the disaster. He missed him, he missed it.

The light landed on Dusekkar now, the pumpkin head rhyming his introduction out, like he did when he spoke. “Dusekkar is the name bestowed, to meet new faces is a gift truth be told.” ‘Dusekkar? Havent seen him in a bit either. After getting seperated, only admins around is me and Shedletsky. Hope the others arent having too much trouble.’ Trud Builderman thought to himself.

Two Time’s turn now. The cultist gathered themselves before speaking. “My name is Two Time, It is a pleasure to meet you all. A gift from Spawn themselves.” They clasped their hands together on their chest, polite as always. All from Trud were a bit confused, never seeing such a character before, especially one that seemed to worship the Spawn Point? Atleast judging from the shirt and their thanks towards the Spawn.

Chance grinned, his time for the spotlight. “Heya fellas, name’s Chance. Seems Lady Luck favours me today, eh? Its interesting to meet all of you.” Another figure none on the Trud team have met before. Its entirely possible these two could have not made it in their universe when the disaster started. Too many dead bodies to count. They were both probably another unfortunate corpse on the streets in their world.

Now onto F!Shedletsky, this one catching the interest of the entire Trud team, they wondered how different this one was compared to the co-leader of their team. “Hello, Shedletsky here, though I suspect you all already knew that.” He said, glancing at Trud Shedletsky. “Nice to meet you all.” He added before sitting back down. Trud c00lkidd narrowed his eyes at the sight of the two yellow skinned jerks. Ugh, two of him now? This day just keeps getting worse. The rest of the killers shared the same sentiment, the hate for Shedletsky runs strong understandably, considering what Trud Shedletsky did.

Second last, ‘big’ boss man himself, Builderman. When he stood up to introduce, it was hard not to notice the.. large difference between the man and their own they hadnt noticed before. Wow this guy is short, Trud Team collectively thought. “Name is Builderman, nice ta meet yer fellas.” He tipped his hardhat in greeting. Accent is different as well compared to the one they knew. How different was that world compared to theirs? They all seemed generally clean and uninjured, so their world wasnt in the midst of destruction.

Last and probably the least, (LOL) 007n7. “..Im 007n7, nice to meet you all.” He tried to draw some confidence when speaking, though it only worked a bit. 007n7? Now that peaked Trud c00lkidd’s interest. Why was his alt account here? How was it its own person?! Is that guy some pretender? Things really are different in that other universe. Meanwhile Trud Builderman and Shedletsky looked in surprise. C00lkidd’s alt account is here? But it was simply another identity he took on, not its own person. Guess rules run differently in that universe.

And with 7n7’s introduction, the Forsaken survivors have been completed. The spotlight moved on to the next person, someone from the Trud table to be next.

post note: do visit my ao3 listed in pinned post for more freq uodates!!

[4uni0fficial]

Chapter 2 Roblox games react to eachother!!!!

NOTE: I do not own neither games and will be using old lore for TRUD. Guest 666 wont be transfem and Builderman wont be related to Jane and John. This is a crack fic not to be taken seriously, do not harass me.

C00lkidd sat up with a groan. Ugh, where were they? This did NOT look like the hideout they were just in. He stood up, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings when he spotted very familiar looking people. Plus a few others he had never seen before. ANd for some reason, doubles of some of them/

Taking his knife out, he flashed a grin. Well I guess it didnt matter, not when the people he was hunting were right in front of him for easy pickings. Oooo hes gonna have a blast gloating to the rest about this. Then he was knocked down by that damn ‘dog’.

“Ugh Drako- get off me!! John get your stupid dog!” He wrestled with him for dominance, c00lkidd hoping to not be mauled by Drakobloxxer today. Then, 1x grabbed Drako by the waist and pulled him off the well.. kinda deserves it man. C00lkidd dusted himself off from his recent plight, using one of his tentacles to lightly slap Drako for his attempt. The ‘dog’ growled in return, struggling in 1x’s grasp. The other killers seemed to have recovered from the fall as well but still havent noticed the survivors cowering on the other side (minus the Forsakeners cause they think they will just respawn back in lobby when they die).

It was only when Noob spoke did the ones on the killer side take notice of the other ones occupying the theater. “G-guys, what do we do? There’s so many of them and no timer!” Panic lacing their voice as they spoke. Clearly Noob meant for the comment to be quieter but with how silent the theater was and how it was built, it seemingly amplified their voice.

The killers all finally noticed the survivors staring them down from the other side, gripping their items tightly. They got ready their weapons, targets in sight. Noob covered their mouth with their hands, realising their mistake. The survivors readied themselves for the clash of their lives.

Then the killers for Forsaken were dropped in before the killers could rush to the survivors side, much to everyones shock.

��Ahh, seems like I got here just in time. I was betting on the killers being too disorientated to notice you all yet but their senses are sharper than what I give them credit for. But now that the Forsaken killers are here, we can get this party started!” A new voice rang out in the theater, the owner of it not found in the area.

Everyone looked around in confusion, all the killers included. They couldnt even pinpoint where the voice was coming from, it sounded like it was everywhere at once. Then suddenly, in the blink of an eye they were all seated at tables for their respective games on each side. A placard at each table, written on it their universe of origin.

The Trud people seated nearest to the barrier dividing them from the killers side, looked uneasy being in such close vicinity of the people that were literally hunting them down and their lookalikes. At another table, the Forsaken survivors shivered in fear of the fact ALL of the killers were in the same room as them and they wouldnt be able to defend themselves properly. Then the disembodied voice caught their attention again.

“Hello, my dear reactors! Im sure introductions are in order for who these unfamiliar people you are in this room with! Ill start off first, you can refer to me as The Watcher. Now onto one of you.. Ill shine a spotlight and you can introduce yourself!" The lights in the theater dimmed, as a lone ray of light shined down and moved around, searching for who will be the first to speak their name. After a beat or two, it stopped on someone.

note: frgot to mention it last post but my story is also up on ao3 under my authoer name mentioned in pinned post!