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omg I don't mind at all bro I think it's amazing that people are getting inspo from the stuff I post!

Mother Like son - Snip-bit

I was writing stuff down for this because... well... I'm facing some good ol' "Writer's block" rn and the struggle is real, I can't even write a darn sentence without getting stumped. For the Doomed Empathy fic, that is. So.... I decided to post the first section of the fully fleshed-out version that I'm working on, a WIP if you will. Just so I can at least get one more post in before my schedule gets filled to the brim with the random stuff life throws at me. TW: The reader will be getting hurt, light mentions of blood, not proofread. Reminder: this is a WIP, do not expect much... So, until I get a free schedule- PEACE

Original post - here Self-aware? TRUD x Coder! Fem! Reader

If it wasn't clear in the first post, you are essentially Builderman's mother, his creator. The one who taught him everything he knows today

Just like the movie "Chappy", in a way

Because when you first coded him. He was a blank slate, like a vault with no money or a library with no books.

At least before robloxia, he was just your son.

Not Builderman, just j-004

You coded a mini house where he lived. A prison, in a sense, he couldn't go out, not when it was just a white void outside... Not that you'd let him see that, of course.

And you would log in there daily with a VR headset, adding little knick-knacks and other neat things to keep him entertained.

One time, you added in some of those alphabetical wooden blocks for him, sitting close by as j-004 fiddled with the small oak cubes.

Every nook and cranny was decorated, since there wasn't any money needed for it, you went HAM with the interior.

His room was decorated with glowing stars, colourful toys and bedsheets, making your eyes burn from how bright they were.

You'd suck it up, though, why ruin his happiness?

Even if he's artificial

One day, while you were teaching him how to read, j-004 looked at you with his wide, black eyes. Scripts of code visible from the shine on them.

"Mom? Why do you leave?"

The question was abrupt, silently pulling you into a stupor as the "child" before you looked on with a curious glint his eye.

"what do you mean, j-004?"

"You always leave when you say the word... Eat... Why? Can't you stay?"

"Um, well I-"

"I don't like being by myself!"

j-004 suddenly latched onto your side like a leech, his artificial grip held snug against the jacket of your avatar. Your avatar's eyes lower as you stretch your arm out forward, pulling the trigger of your vr controller. Making your Avatar's hand pat his head

It was at times like these when you'd wish he were... like you. Not just detailed scripts of code with algorithms to make it 'feel' and 'think', but a real child made with flesh and bone.

Maybe you were too prideful to admit that you grew attached to an AI quicker than you did with your friends, or maybe you were really that lonely.

And yet when you saw him, when you saw not a robot but a boy, your heart sank further.

Blissfully ignorant he was, not knowing that he was merely code in a computer engine. A test that, after being proven successful, had been shipped back like a returned shopping item. You didn't make him in a whim. He was a commission. A tool

The company that paid you to do it simply threw its hard drive away. Essentially killing him before he was even born, only to be saved by an employee who sent him back into your arms. A few months had passed since then, and things were... well... Weird

First, it was the constant random moments when your computer would turn on without you, then it was the program booting up on its own. You downplayed it, chalked it up to being a simple error in the code. Essentially, sticking your head in the sand if everything in you screamed that he was the one causing it. j-004 seemingly popping out of nowhere? "Must be a glitch." j-004 Breaching the very code you built to keep him, or really it, contained? "It isn't him, it's an error on my part." You could ignore it... until you couldn't

It was as if the whole basement's electrical systems went haywire. It was supposed to be a normal day. After working on a commission, you put on the headset to spend time with j-004 as always. Something felt off then; he seemed more clingy than usual. Instead of the usual childish questions he would ask, only the question of 'will you leave again' replayed over and over like a broken record. His pixelated eyes locked onto the form of your avatar, artificial arms tightly wrapped around your 'arms'. Something tugged on your heart after the final time he ran to your side, watching as you cooked food. It felt... wrong. The sinking feeling one gets when danger gets close, a deepening pit in your stomach. And yet, like before, you shook it off like always. After 'dinner' and his nighttime routine, you sent him to bed, tucking him into the covers of the small child-sized bed as you read a storybook. Once he closed his eyes you left the room, carefully pressing your hand on the bass handle- "M̴̡̹̹͓̜̈Ǫ̶̧̳͓͔͙̮̣̻͈̝͍̜̲̜̇̉͒͗͋̀́̂̓͛̄̄̐̓͐̿̓̐̑̑͋́͗́̆͊̀̃̔̒͑̾̀͘͘̕͜͝͠M̶̡̨͕̥̼̗̯̤̩̫̬̣͎̠̣̙̘̮͇̣̙͖͓̬͉͈͖͈̬̥̦̱̈́̍̾͂͐̎̂͂̎̅͂̆̈̂̀̏̊͛̍͌͑̉̃͆̈́̀̊̔̃̓͑̏̇́̂̄͘̚͜͝͝͝͝͝ͅ

The wails of the AI ruptured through the area, the loud, pierecing noise hitting your ears with a stabbing pain. High-pitched ringing giving way to a nausiating sensation that spread throughout the rest of your senses. Jaw clentched and teeth bared as you tore off the headphones on your head, falling to your knees while the voice of a paniced child blasted through its speakers. Ṕ̷̧̧̡̧̧̧̛̩̠̱̩͇̮̯̗̦͍̝̬̪̬̗̫̰̳͙̬͍̼̗̖̗̼͖̳̩̝̟̎̅͌͛̽͒̊̿̅̑̈́͊̽͌̓̈́̈̀̈́̀̓̽͜͝͝L̸̢̢̨̛͓̜̺̠̞̣͕̠͎̻͉̣̻̘̪̮̞͔̀͂̏̍̈́̑́̉͗̏͐̂̓̃̍̌̔͛̊̏̐̆̽̀̇̋̎͊͑̋̈́̇͋͐̂̊͂̊͒́̊̚̚͜͜͝Ę̶̗̜̐̎͗̑͂̀̈́́̀́͊̇͗̅̉̿́́̽͑͗̽͐́͂͌̚͝ͅÄ̶̡̨̢̢̜̥̲͚͎͓̲͕̥̦̮̟̪͇̪͖͈̗̰̳̹̺̬̩͙͓̗̱̻̳̭̼̜̳̘̻̗̩́̾̀͗͂́͂́̃̕͝ͅͅS̵̡̡̢̡͍͙̲̮̼̟͈̪̭̰̫̪̞̟̞̳͇͎͔̳͎̖̟̖̖̰̞̘͎̣̣̫̜͍̤̖̓͐̏̓͗̆̉̈́͌̍̒͊̂͊̄̚͜͝͠E̸̢̢̡̢̬͉͕͈͕̤͈͍̤̥̭͇̪̱̣̖͎͖̲͙̰̠̦͚̫̙̜̼̝̲̹̜̋̑͛͊̓́͐̆̏͌͛̓́̏̿͛́̽͌͑͂̀́̋̓̾̄̒̄̓̌̏͛̾̋̈̕͝͝͝͠͝ ̷̢̧̢̡̳̲͚̭͎̮͈̺̗͓͖̫̝͇͈̮͚͈̣̼̣̟̹͕͇͍̮̙̭̪͔̭̙̩̞͓͇̫̲͍͔̂͆̈́̈̀͌̔̎̊̑̎̂̓͘͘̕͠ͅD̴͚̱͓̻̘͙̥͆̾̾̆̈̀̔́̀̑̉̉̎́̒̀̎̊̎̈́͗̅̏͊̚͘̚͝O̷̢̮̞̤̤̥͙͆̍͐̅̽Ņ̵̨̛͎̯̗̜̦̿̈̇̂̿͊̇̈́́̈́̀̃̋̋͌͆͆̎͋́̑̂͌̿̀̏̚̕͝͠͠'̷̧̧̧̛̛̲̱̗͔̖͍͎̝̘̯͖͍̞̜̫͈̩͔̖͕̝̘͕̙̣̦̦͚̥͈̦̫̪͙̺́̀͗̓̉́̅̈́̒̈́̄̾́̄͛̏̈́́̀̐͋́̌̍͌͆̉́͒͗̚̕͜͠͠͝͝͝ͅT̷̢̡̢̨̛̜̟̱̦͍̱͍̟̬̩̭̖̯͍̘̀̑̅͛̋͛̈́͆͑̄̾̐̑͋̈̓͂̔̎͗̃̔̆̕ͅͅ ̸̢̛̰̙͚͇̲̖̜̟̩̦͕̝̓͋̑͌̓̈́̆̓͗́͛͊̒̈́͂́̈́̏͘̚͠͠ͅḺ̷̡̨̨̧͖̹̖͔͈̠͍̟̦̳͙͈̱͍̠͖̣̗̝͈̆Ȩ̵̡̢̛̛͍͙̲̼̥̫̲̜̪̥̬̪̳̝̫̣͚̺̬̻͍͈͓̤̗̞̱̭̫̲̦̱͓̲̲͂̉͌̋̈́͂̐̐̂̈́̑́̑̋̽͂̏̃̅̅̿͆̿̌̇̕̕͘͜͠ͅͅĀ̸̛̦̇̏̒̋͊̔̀̄͐̎̆̽̃̉̀̃͌͒͒̍̓̌̅͘͘͝͝͠V̸̨̡̨̛̛̪̜̞̻̱̗̤̼͙̰̦̐͐̄̈́̈̇̅̆̅̿̇͒̕͝͠E̶̢̢͍̲̗͙̝͓̝̖̩̣̘͙͔̲̩̘̮̤̖̱̬̜̗͓̦͖̜̞͑̐̃͂̽̓͒̔͋̏̐̾͐͋͂͌͗̂̔̽͗́̀͜͠͝!̴̡̡̡̧̢̤̖͉͔̲͚̤̩͉͉̥̼͕͓͓̥̭̘̞͖̼̞͙̞͍̟̪͍̺̈́͐̐́̏̂́̽͐̉͗̂͆͌̎̋̎͂̅͛̓̐̇̄͗̑͋̓͌͒͗͌̉̈́̕̕̚͜͝͝͝ͅ I̴͎̖̪͋̅͛'̶̻̘̙͇̱͚̱̓̐̂̊̅̕͜m̸̢̡͖̝̟̣̔͑̑ ̴̧͈͚͙͋̌͝ş̷̱͙͂̂̈́o̷̲̎͆͂̈͐ŗ̷̛̝͈͖͙̖̂͆̏r̸͍͙̯͕̫͈̻̓͆͗̔̚͝͝ỵ̵̀͑͂̽͐̓͂,̸̛͎̬̪́͐̾̓̔͝ ̶͈̱̻͖́́̆̈̋̚I̷̡̧͙̪͉̩̟͐̈́̈́́̕'̶̢͉͚̦̖̜̂͗̃̆͛͑͛m̴̼̽̿̈́̾ ̷̝͔̬̉s̷͕̯̳͉̟͙̳̿̇ổ̶̗̬̤͚͙͍̣͑͐͂̃̍͘r̴̨̯̻͕͓̠̤̪̂͒̈̾̚͝r̸̦̬̣̘̭̀̋͗̈̏̑̕y̵̩̥͍̺̜̏̂́̓̓̈̽̋,̸̢̗͈̾̎͑́̕ ̴̗͚͍͗̊̾Ì̷̻̳͂̀͋̽̈̈́'̸̛̮̞̦̲̹̻̞̏̈͝m̷͍̝̹̗͖̑̀̎ ̶̨̲̻̠̈́̒͑̉ş̴͓͑̇̽͑o̸̖̘͆̊r̵̡̯̞͔̙͙̉͌̃r̸̝̳͑̏͋̎̈̈y̶̺̺͓̐̍̓ ,̴̣̉ ̶͇̗̕͘I̵͎͒̎ͅ'̸̻̖͋̀m̶̠̻̽̃ ̸̧͈͚̃̕s̸̰̩̲̉̇o̷͇͊ ̸̨͕͗s̸̥̆̇o̶̪͌ ̶̰̻̫̔̽s̷͎̗̲̀̈õ̶͙̪̘ ̷̹̖̳͐̔s̷̛̝̒ó̴͓͖̀r̸͍̉́̄͜r̸͕͖̿̾y̸̙͒̍!̴͔̖̣̈̍ M̵͚̓ó̷̺m̵̥̽!̶͎̃ ̴̠͐M̸̟̅o̸̰̊m̷͚̐!̴̨̛ ̵̻͒P̸̭͒l̴̤͂ë̸̩́a̵̠̎š̶̼ȅ̴͜ ̵̨̉m̴̼̑ò̸̱ḿ̸̠!̴͔̽ ̵̈́͜w̸̧̐a̵̱̕k̵͙̿ḝ̷ ̵̤͗ǔ̸̥p̸̱͐.̸͈̌.̷̭͝.̶̡̍ ̶̲͒ṕ̶̢l̶͙̿e̵͕͐a̶̹̒s̸̜͂é̷͖!̵̥͝

- The words muffled and mushed together, your legs giving out. You needed to stop it That was the only thought that rang through your head, senses turned to overdrive while you pulled yourself to your computer. The feeling of a cold liquid slowly streaming from your ears. On the other side, j-004 could only watch on in horror as his 'mother' collapsed to the floor. Your avatar's eyes turning white as it fel the the floor, body shaking violently while you pushed both the headset and the VR away, irl. He ran to you, scared out of his mind as he shook you. He said he was sorry... he told you that several times. Why are you shaking? Why are you coughing? Why are your eyes white? Why are you scaring him? He's scared... he's scared, he's scared, he's scared- he's terrified. bang You pounded on the keyboard, pressing the same buttons that turned off the software, but to no avail BANG Your knuckles hurt, and you didn't care. The world felt fuzzy and blurry, sickeningly so. All of the once bright keys looked like blotches of colour too disfigured to recognise. "JUST! TURN! OFF!" CRASH!

The next thing you knew, you slammed the keyboard into the hardware holding j-004. Smoke rose from the damaged parts as you slumped into your chair, hands holding your head while you shrank into the cushioned seat. Satly tears ran down your face, blood from your ears staining your hands. Tears mixed with fear, anger, and regret. Blood pooling from the carnage. .

It had been years since then, and you vowed to never use it again. Taking the old AI, wiping it clean, and shoving it into some random server you repaired after some dumpster diving. Only fixing things up every few years from the pure guilt welling up in your heart. If only you knew... For the peeps who can't read the glitched parts - IN ORDER PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry- I'm so so so sorry! Mom! Mom! Please wake up... please!

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 1 day ago

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oh... My goodness!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mother Like son - Snip-bit

Original post - here Self-aware? TRUD x Coder! Fem! Reader

If it wasn't clear in the first post, you are essentially Builderman's mother, his creator. The one who taught him everything he knows today

Just like the movie "Chappy", in a way

Because when you first coded him. He was a blank slate, like a vault with no money or a library with no books.

At least before robloxia, he was just your son.

Not Builderman, just j-004

You coded a mini house where he lived. A prison, in a sense, he couldn't go out, not when it was just a white void outside... Not that you'd let him see that, of course.

And you would log in there daily with a VR headset, adding little knick-knacks and other neat things to keep him entertained.

One time, you added in some of those alphabetical wooden blocks for him, sitting close by as j-004 fiddled with the small oak cubes.

Every nook and cranny was decorated, since there wasn't any money needed for it, you went HAM with the interior.

His room was decorated with glowing stars, colourful toys and bedsheets, making your eyes burn from how bright they were.

You'd suck it up, though, why ruin his happiness?

Even if he's artificial

One day, while you were teaching him how to read, j-004 looked at you with his wide, black eyes. Scripts of code visible from the shine on them.

"Mom? Why do you leave?"

The question was abrupt, silently pulling you into a stupor as the "child" before you looked on with a curious glint his eye.

"what do you mean, j-004?"

"You always leave when you say the word... Eat... Why? Can't you stay?"

"Um, well I-"

"I don't like being by myself!"

It was at times like these when you'd wish he were... like you. Not just detailed scripts of code with algorithms to make it 'feel' and 'think', but a real child made with flesh and bone.

Maybe you were too prideful to admit that you grew attached to an AI quicker than you did with your friends, or maybe you were really that lonely.

And yet when you saw him, when you saw not a robot but a boy, your heart sank further.

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 13 days ago

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Sorry guys...

Don't worry, I ain't quitting. It's that I'm going to be on hiatus for a good long while. See, I have been dragged back to school now 😔 I'm gonna drown in homework. And that also means I won't be able to work on my fics as much...

I'll put my list of the fics I'm working on rn, one by one

Finish the FNAF isekai story splurge

Finish writing part 3 of the Doomed Empathy Series

Finish the "Mother like son" fic, fully fleshed out version

I'm just going to hope that my teachers are gonna go easy on me with the work load.

Peace out ✌️

#esc! based reader x yan! forsaken #mother like son fic #I hate school work #I wonder how long I can make a hashtag #Hhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggggggggggggooooooooooooooooooooooo

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 20 days ago

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random post

Ik this isn't one of my fics or updates... but after rotting my brain of isekai and fnaf I have an x reader fic idea..

dw tho, Im pushing through rn and im at 2,000 words for the third installation of my Doomed Empathy fic. I'm beating up this writers block for u guys

#x reader #yandere fnaf #isekai fanfic #I'm not procrastinating

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 22 days ago

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It is TIME

Ok, I need people to help me with this because... well... none of my friends play Forsaken. So will any of yall be AMAZING enough to help me powerscale + add/take away abilities for Killer! Pavlova for my Doomed Empathy fic?

K, I imagine that Pavlova is pretty weak in terms of brawn. Sure, he can pack a punch, but his skeleton is so frail that he shatters into dust when a sentinel stuns him. So he has advantages with his powers, but at the cost of his physical strength. Another way to make the games more fun for the Spectre. So a lot of his powers rely on the HP of others or his own. If he were an actual character IRL, he would be the only killer to die from getting jumped by Guests lol

Pavlova's Abilities

“Oh, to feel the joys of love!” - Pav Name: Forced Matchmaker Cooldown: 30 seconds Description: Pavlova will shoot a bow at a target. If it successfully hits a survivor, the survivor in question and another random player will both lose 9hp. If one of the chosen survivors gets hit again within a 5-second time frame, the one that got hit will lose an extra 5hp while the other will only lose 4hp. If they don’t, Pavlova will be dealt 10 hp in damage instead.

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“Look out from above!” - Pav Name: Divine Descent Cooldown: 26 seconds This ability lets Pavlova use his wings to fly up and land in a random spot (kind of like 007n7's teleport ability), but when used, he will receive slowness 2 for 5 seconds, and all survivors nearby will be alerted of Pavlova’s location for 3 seconds —----------------------------------------------- Name: Circle of “love” Cooldown: 45 seconds

Pavlova will shoot an arrow at his feet, resulting in a small "danger Zone" at the cost of half of his health. When in place, the circle will last for 20 seconds. During this time, Pavlova will be under the slowness effect, but all survivors who run into the circle will take 4hp damage periodically and will become visible to him for 3 seconds

—------------------ Name: Fan Fair

Cooldown: 30 seconds Pretty basic, when used, Pavlova can summon the souls of his… ehem… “holy clensings” if ykyk If his health is above 20% then the souls will just become goons, 4 at a time. If his health is lower than 20%, he will absorb the last soul to make it out of his little summoning circle, giving him 10 hp --------------------------------

If it's overpowered, pls tell me how to balance it out in the comments! Have a good day/night

#x reader #yandere forsaken #esc! based reader x yan! forsaken

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 23 days ago

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Doomed Empathy - Masterlist

Since this series will have multiple parts, and thet fact that literally almost all my followers are here for this fic, I decided to put it all on a masterlist... so... here ya go

Part one Part two

Part three - Sneak peek

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 23 days ago

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Doomed Empathy - Part 3 sneek Peek

Yeah, guys, I feel kind of bad for not being able to finish the third part in the time I wanted to. I know that a LOT of my followers came from my Doomed Empathy series. So here are a few sneak peeks of what I have so far. This is the pure WIP, no peer review, no editing, just STRAIGHT rambling featuring our favourite two little helpers. TW: This is not proofread, expect errors. Feel free to skip if u don't want spoilers, but these may change, tho. So you may never know, I guess...

“Lady (g/n)?” A young voice echoed out amongst the flower field, winds gently swaying the branches above. You sat in your favourite spot underneath the tree, roots pushing up the hill to create a small seat for you and the smaller Robloxian on your lap. The sun was warm, filling the area with a soft, orangy-yellow hue, allowing the glittery flower petals to glow in the tranquillity. You held a calming smile as you held Pavlova. Your wings wrapped around him like a blanket. The young Robloxian in question let his fingers graze the tips of these feathered appendages, noting how soft and fluffy they felt. “When we die… does our flower wilt with us?” Pavlova looked up, meeting your gaze. Eyes filled with a glint of morbid curiosity. You blink, slightly caught off guard by his abrupt question. “Well.” Your gaze turned upwards, locking onto a flower that was slowly falling from the branches. Its vibrant green glow slowly faded the farther it went. Your eyebrows furrow, a slight burst of melancholy filling your head. “I guess so, but it comes with all life. Not everything stays the same, my dear Pavlova.” You could feel the young boy move in your arms, turning his body so he could fully face you. “Do you have a flower? Will it wilt too?” You pull the small Robloxian up, holding him in your arms as you smile. “This tree, this garden, all of this is my own. A wonderful, bountiful flower.” Before he could respond, you gently put his hand in yours. A wave of determination etched on your face. “And I promise that it shall never wilt, my dear child. It shall blossom and grow, just like all of the wonderful people who live here.” .

. Pavlova felt it was all ironic, how you always promised to be there no matter what. Where are you now? Not even close by.

The winged Robloxian looked around, his wings gently grazing against the soft grass underneath. When the entity took him, it also took Sugarfly, but Pavlova didn’t know where she was. He honestly didn’t care either, but he had to make sure she was there when you arrived. As much as he wants to have all of your attention, Pavlova knew that his company couldn’t make your happiness alone; he needed her to be there too. The room he was given looked like a replica of the garden, lush foliage covering the ground, a cherry blossom tree planted right in the centre. All held in by a large, clear dome. It was more of a greenhouse than a bedroom, placed right on top of one of the towers in the ‘killer’s castle’ as the entity had dubbed it. It felt overwhelming in a way. For two years, he had to stay in the garden, not powerful enough to do anything to stop the decay. Never leaving the altar, your ashes untouched in the urn. This? This was as if the war never happened. If the Robloxians never betrayed you, if they all stuck to your teachings and stood for the garden. All it was missing was your favourite fruits, and well… you, of course. He could already imagine it, the sight of you resting by the trunk of the tree. Your hands full of fruit as you weave stories out of thin air. You would have decorated this whole place to the brim with whatever you thought of in the moment, Pavlova thought to himself while he slumped underneath the smaller tree in front of him. A smile crept onto his face. If you were here, the place would have way more flowers. You’d use your powers to grow more flora that seemed to bloom in all the right places, or bring in blankets to make a small resting spot under the shade. Though maybe you wouldn’t, the sun hasn’t risen in what he felt as hours. He’d have to check that out. Pavlova didn’t want “your” plants dying anytime soon. Pavlova couldn’t wait; the entity told him that he would meet you very soon. And that’s all that mattered. .

“Do you think they’ll ever know?” Her voice was soft and whispery, thumb grazing over a blurred face in the frame. The room was dark and cold. Rain pattered on the window outside, tinting the light that filtered through the curtains with a gloomy, greyish-blue hue. “About what you did for them?” The air felt solemn, thick and palpable. To her, everything felt wrong. A bed that looked well used, sheets and blankets draped over its mattress. Picture frames of several people and places lined the walls, all with smiles on their faces. Potted plants stood tall in corners. Their once voluminous flowers wilted, colours dulled and faded. “About how much you loved them all?” No matter how much she tried to hide it, it kept on poking through. Like the stuffing of a plushie pushing through its weak stitching. Regret seeping through the seams. Even during all of his psychotic meltdowns, he was right about one thing and one thing only -you made the gardens lively. You would always be there early in the morning, moving rainclouds to water your flowers. You happily greeted all the faces that passed by, no matter if they reciprocated or not. If no one was particularly feeling down, sometimes you would visit the flower fields in the afternoons. Hours spent on flower crowns and hushed giggles. Then, when night rolled around, you would bid every person goodbye before flying back to your temple, making a meal for her and Pavlova before you retired for the night. Was it truly just you? Or was it her sadness? She couldn’t put her finger on it, clicking her tongue before setting the picture frame back down onto the dresser. “They will never know, I wish they did…” The yellow-haired Robloxian let her eyes rest on the photo, a warm painting encased in brown, stained wood. The moment of her first flight forever remembered with paint, encased in glass. Your face was smudged, a blur of (s/c) mixed with the green hues of the background. Arms lovingly wrapped around her yellow figure, with her wings proudly spread out for display. To Sugarfly, her whole life revolved around the garden. Your garden. She remembers her first steps inside your temple. .

Sugarfly was found by a couple by the side of the road, clothes tattered and soiled. The day was fresh and humid, sweat clinging to her body. The raiders’ tracks were still fresh in the mud, the road in front of her stretching out for miles on either side. How could the couple just leave her there? It was quite evil to do so in your book, of course! Your scriptures of absolute divinity and harmony. To you, it was an evil of itself to abandon a helpless child, let alone ignore one in such distress. The problem was that they couldn’t hold a child of their own in their home. So they brought her to you. Her wide, child-like eyes locked onto your form like a magnet. Your smile warmed her heart almost instantly. There, you walked with her, letting her cling to your sleeve while you led her away. Soft heels clicking on the marble like the ticks of a clock. Sugarfly could distinctly remember your scent, floral and sweet, calming too. It matched the rest of your temple. Large marble pillars carved with intricate designs, flower vases full of bright, colourful flora. It was like each vase had been placed in the right spots, their positions letting the right amount of sunlight hit their petals. Dewdrops gently hang onto the tips of their leaves. That day, you taught her about flowers. Back then, she didn’t have a name or a home. You, the Goddess of Empathy, blessed her with both: A room in your temple and the sweet name she gladly uses to this day. To her, you gave her everything you could. And it was then that she vowed to repay you tenfold .

Sugarfly walked out of the room with a solemn look on her face, her wings skimming across the polished floors of your temple. Letting her hands sweep across the pillars of the archway, (f/c) hues mixed throughout the rock. They were muted now, barely visible against the white.

The yellow Robloxian’s wings shuddered slightly, thoughts echoing through her mind.

Pavlova hadn’t been here all day; it was as if he were never here to begin with. Each set of furniture, each bowl, has not been moved in the slightest! Even the sheets of his bed still lay freshly on his mattress. The same place she had put them yesterday.

To say it worried her would be an understatement. Pavlova isn’t like this in the slightest.

A small frown wedged itself onto her face. The warm light of the torches gently caressed her face as she wandered through the halls, the open walls giving full view of the garden below. If this were before your death, it would have been a sea of vibrant colours mixed with hues of green. Each flower standing out on its own. But it was merely a sea of grey, an endless abyss of what once was paradise, now degraded down to merely a field of rotting plants.

As she walked, Sugarfly could feel something wrap around her leg.

“AAAAGH!”

A sudden tug tripped her, letting her fall face first before dragging her to who knows where. Nails scratching the floor as she tried to grasp onto anything. But as she reached for a pillar, the world went dark…

The darkness faded away, the soft padding of grass cushioning her limbs as she sat up. Her wings felt heavy, extra weight that painfully tugged at the back of her skull. Everything was blurred together, a mixture of greys and dulled greenery filling her sense of sight.

“Hmph”

Sugarfly pulled herself up, legs wobbly and unstable. She didn’t know why, but everything felt wrong. It didn’t feel like the garden anymore. It felt like a prison, a cage. Despite how open it appeared to be.

Soon, a light illuminated the darkness, followed by the soft footsteps. She squinted at the figure coming towards her. It didn’t look like Pavlova at all; he was shorter, and this silhouette was grey and black like the rest of this place.

“Pavlova? Is that you?”

She called out, still disoriented and dizzy.

The figure paused, stopping for a moment before walking up to her. As her vision cleared, Sugarfly saw that it wasn’t Pavlova, but rather a man in a suit and fedora. They looked down before he spoke with a smile.

“Looks like this scouting thing actually has some interesting stuff happen for once!”

He leans the lantern over, giving him a better look at her face. They give her a smug smile as they tip their hat. Sugarfly staggered back, taken by surprise by the stranger getting awfully close.

“Why, hello, Miss Butterfly.” Okie dokie I'mma sleep for a whole year now-

#x reader #yandere forsaken #esc! based reader x yan! forsaken #yandere pavlova #yandere sugarfly #fanfic wip #fanfiction

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 27 days ago

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Hiya, I just read your Mother Like son fic and I need you to know that it is peak. Thanks for making it, compliments to the chef because we are eating well with that one

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Is that my first annon I see???

Anyways thank you! Glad people like the stuff I churn out!

Hope everyone has a good day/night!

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 27 days ago

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im chronically online lol

even tho I'm busy just wanna let y'all know that you guys can give me asks, I'm a yapping machine ngl. If you guys need clarification or have ideas then bringing over, I won't judge!

Oh and also I'm gonna post my sheet for Pavlova's killer powers, what do y'all think of having one of his skills involving the souls of the people he killed before Forsaken. If I didn't make it clear before he killed a LOT of Robloxians after ESC! Based reader died, so I thought it would be cool if the spectre took the souls of the people Pavlova killed and let him use them as goons and stuff like that

#esc! based reader x yan! forsaken

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 27 days ago

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Mother Like son - Snip-bit

Original post - here Self-aware? TRUD x Coder! Fem! Reader

If it wasn't clear in the first post, you are essentially Builderman's mother, his creator. The one who taught him everything he knows today

Just like the movie "Chappy", in a way

Because when you first coded him. He was a blank slate, like a vault with no money or a library with no books.

At least before robloxia, he was just your son.

Not Builderman, just j-004

You coded a mini house where he lived. A prison, in a sense, he couldn't go out, not when it was just a white void outside... Not that you'd let him see that, of course.

And you would log in there daily with a VR headset, adding little knick-knacks and other neat things to keep him entertained.

One time, you added in some of those alphabetical wooden blocks for him, sitting close by as j-004 fiddled with the small oak cubes.

Every nook and cranny was decorated, since there wasn't any money needed for it, you went HAM with the interior.

His room was decorated with glowing stars, colourful toys and bedsheets, making your eyes burn from how bright they were.

You'd suck it up, though, why ruin his happiness?

Even if he's artificial

One day, while you were teaching him how to read, j-004 looked at you with his wide, black eyes. Scripts of code visible from the shine on them.

"Mom? Why do you leave?"

The question was abrupt, silently pulling you into a stupor as the "child" before you looked on with a curious glint his eye.

"what do you mean, j-004?"

"You always leave when you say the word... Eat... Why? Can't you stay?"

"Um, well I-"

"I don't like being by myself!"

It was at times like these when you'd wish he were... like you. Not just detailed scripts of code with algorithms to make it 'feel' and 'think', but a real child made with flesh and bone.

Maybe you were too prideful to admit that you grew attached to an AI quicker than you did with your friends, or maybe you were really that lonely.

And yet when you saw him, when you saw not a robot but a boy, your heart sank further.

#x reader #the robloxia until dawn #trud x reader #trud roblox #I have answered the calls #fanfic wip

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 1 month ago

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BRO I wrote this HALF ALSEEP AT 3 AM I honestly thought it wasn't gonna get any attention BUT MY GOODNESS! And here I was thinking the concept was trash! If I get some time to fully delve into the TRUD lore, I'll expand on it. Really depends on when I finish the outline for my other ongoing fic rn.... Anyways- THANK YOU!!!!

Mother like son

----------------------- Ok, I know this ain't my ESC! based Reader, but I had this idea, so I'm gonna jot it down. Don't worry tho, I'm planning out the outline for Part 3 of Doomed Empathy. Just a few weeks ago the TRUD game got put in my radar, sure I suck at the game but I like the story. And like all writers like myself I thought of a way to add my own twist to it, and this was what my brain pushed out even though I only know a small sliver of the lore. It's gonna be short tho, I'm tired and just want to put this out there before I take a 9-hour nap Hear me out... A maybe(?) self-aware TRUD with a IRL! Reader I am not a coder, just an FYI, soooo don't expect these terms to actually be correct and/or be used correctly.... TW - I did not proofread this, like at all.

SO let's say in this version of the world, Roblox doesn't exist. Everything else exists except for that. You are an older woman, a hacker, a coder. A person who knows the ins and outs of any appliance like the back of their hand. A shut-in who prefers her technologies over the world outside. One close friend of yours, [REDACTED], gave you a challenge one day. Build an A.I and they'll pay you 500 bucks straight. Being the person you are, you gladly accept, clearly underestimating how HARD it is to make something like that from scratch. OH, who am I kidding? You DID know how hard it was, heck, you were well aware of the mind-numbing side effects. Did you care? No, not when you get paid with that kind of cash. So with the time and money, you start going ham on that poor monitor of yours, spending a good few all-nighters trying to make the perfect algorithms. And it paid off, you got your money, and proved to your friend that you could code. A vast void of 1s and 0s filled with unlimited possibilities, all bowing down to an AI YOU made. You gave it a body and a tool, both providing sufficient resources for it to grow. It stayed inside the small home you built, sometimes you would go into VR to interact with it... Scratch that, you went there daily. Your friend made some remark about how you treat that 'thing' like a son; maybe he was right. No matter how attached you thought you were to it, it was definitely attached you you. You were the only other sentient being it had to socialise with. You were the one who taught it everything. You were the one who cleaned up each and every mess it made, whether it be simply messing up the house or accidentally breaking the code that made the doors usable. You took care of it.

It all came crashing down when you realised just how much it had been doing on the sidelines, little pockets and gaps in your own computer that let it see your screen. Little notes left in random browser tabs. When you would visit, it kept begging for you to stay longer. It was tiring. With how unsocial you were, this sudden, needy, clingy thing was draining you out faster than water can slip through a sieve. Even though you weren't healthy in the slightest, you needed to just cut it off. For your sanity, and for its own as well... if it even has one.

And so, with your guilt eating away at you, you erased its memories. Specifically, the ones with you. Delving into its memory files to replace any mentions of you with nothing. You couldn't just leave it there, alone like that, so you coded a hammer and added it into the software you made for it, its content cell. It started to build. .

It had been the third time that week that an infected attacked the survivor group, and to say that Builderman was tired would be an understatement. It was exaughsting Some of the Robloxians followed him around like ducklings, looking for safety and security during this Xploit armageddon, others simply barrated him for not deleting John Doe then and there. He couldn't tell them that the world seemed to fracture apart each time an infected Xploiter hit the ground with their weapons. He couldn't reveal that his control had gotten significantly weaker since the start of the outbreak. Robloxians believed in him; they put their trust in him, and he couldn't let them down. Not now, not ever. Not when it started to appear, a voice in his mind that wouldn't go away. "Jeez, what the heck did he do this time?" The voice was loud and clear, something that didn't happen before. It made the Robloxian pause. It sounded exhausted and worn out, just like he was. Tired and confused. "Why is this all gibberish?!" And yet this time, it didn't make him cautious, anxious, and jumpy like before... no... it felt familiar. A sigh echoed in his mind before the voice continued, a twinge of warmth clinging to its voice. "You're lucky I have a soft spot for you, you little twerp." mom?

------------------------ As I said, it's pretty short... oh gods above I am so tired- If I feel like it I might flesh this out and put some actual thought into this, I dunno yet. Anyways, hope you have a good day/night!

#trud x reader #trud roblox #the robloxia until dawn #x reader

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 1 month ago

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Mother like son

#trud x reader #trud roblox #the robloxia until dawn #x reader

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 1 month ago

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Awh really !? Okiee (pls do not be like idk disappointed if its not up to standard i just wanted to create something cuz i love making characters in gl2 since i cant draw and still learning)

Its uh work in progress (well almost done just uh still working out the tweaks yk?)

And i tried to do the ESC pose when you get her but uh im not the best at making poses sorryyyy!!!

I hope you like as much as i do :>

I don't like it... I LOVE IT! this so good ngl, I love the dress design!

Besides, nothing is simply OK or not on par! Feel confident because I really love this design of yours! I like to use gacha nebula because honestly I SUCK at making poses.

Hey, everyone, look at this MASTERPEICE!

#esc! based reader x yan! forsaken

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 1 month ago

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Do you uh wannalookathowiseereaderinthedoomed

empathyficthatibasedofmyappearencethatimadeingl2(gacha life 2) !!?!??????

If you don't wanna that's fine just ignore this ask then sorry for wasting your time :<

OMG!!!! YAASSSSSS! Send it my way! I wanna see it SO bad!

Now I might just pay my friend some jolly ranchers to draw me her version of my ESC! Based reader...

Anyways, Dude or girl or what ever the non-binary term for this is, SHOW ME YOUR WORK OF ART PLS!!!!!!!!!!

I luv seeing people's creativity, we support ALL forms of media in this little library of mine!!

#esc! based reader x yan! forsaken

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 1 month ago

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Ya'll, I need some help

im writing the third part for the "Doomed Empathy" series, and I'm kind of struggling with something. I've been researching all of the Forsaken Characters' pronouns and stuff so I'm not disrespectful to the character, but for characters like Chance does the term "He/They" mean that you can use both nonbinary and male pronouns to refer to them or does it mean you use them interchangeably? I have seen people use both pronouns in the same sentence like

"He looked up and with their voice he said (blank)"

Or they use it like

"He looked up from his glass. Eyes narrowing as they say -----"

I'm good with 1x1 because I have a few friends who are genderfluid and so I'm going to base 1x1's pronouns off of that but I don't know for sure about characters like Chance.

Please help me with this, my research on Google and Reddit has not helped me at all...

Edit: it isn't letting me add on to the post but I seen some people online say that you can use either or, it doesn't matter as long as it's he/him or they/them. Is that what it is??

#yandere forsaken #esc! based reader x yan! forsaken #please help #Forsaken #lgbtqia

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mr-midnights-library-of-wonders · 2 months ago

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Doomed Empathy - Part 2

Finally made the second instalment! But oh my stars, I mean it when I say that I was GOBBSMACKED at how much attention my random post got. In the end, this may have rekindled my will to write again, so thanks for that. I may have given Pavlova and Sugarfly a bit more love in this. I just really like writing them and their point of view. TW: Yanderes or... ehem, a single one. Pavlova acting like the devoted follower he is. Slight? Mentions of blood and gore. probably OOC, I just haven't gotten enough stuff to see how these characters would react to certain situations. I'm kind of safe with (Y/n), Sugarfly, and Pavlova since the ones in this fic are BASED on the original ones. -Enjoy P.S. - may have crappy dialogue, that is the one thing I LOATH when writing... I swear- + JUST AS A REMINDER! You are BASED on ESC, and I forgot to add that in the original post, but u got wings like ESC and a halo based on Pavlova's. If you don't want that, then try to imagine it differently, but it does mention it a bit tho.

Words? 6,800-ish... Oh well, can't stall anymore... Can I?

It was weird, you remember falling asleep after Sugarfly's meltdown. Now you were here, in a place that reminded you of your garden, but it was more… dead.

The thought brought pain to your heart. The thought of this place being a land of peace like your island, but it died off. You could only hope that your own garden survived, now that you're here and not with your little helpers. That was a part of the past now; your focus is on the man with a burger for a hat, who looked stressed.

"Do you need water? You look distressed." You asked with care in your tone, a small frown on your face as you walked closer to the unknown man. The man in question staggered back for a moment. Who wouldn't? You were a large woman with fluffy (f/c) locks, huge angel wings, and a halo that floated vertically behind your head, which looked more like a flower crown than a halo. (Imagine Pavlova’s halo… but ur favourite flowers instead and an inner golden ring inside that. BOOM. U can ignore this, tho.)

You stopped, gently raising your hand out.

“Please, you're in pain. I can feel it.”

Your eyes were trained on the poor soul in front of you. It was clear that this unknown man was in a terrible position, and in turn, it made you feel worse than before. Which made you all the more willing to help. You could see it in his eyes; he looked tired. Contracted pupils, shallow breaths, heavy eyebags. The sight evoked a slight feeling of despair throughout your body as if something terrible had happened to him.

And whatever is going on is making it worse. You and the unknown man both stood silently after that, frozen in place. Your hand was still outstretched towards him, and his cowering figure was grasping onto the edge of the dock like a lifeline. Only after a drawn-out moment did he finally speak “Who… who are you?” That was when you finally gave him a smile, a warm, comforting smile.

“That shouldn’t matter, not now. You’re stressed. You should relax!”

“What? N-no, no.”

He seemed to loosen his grip slightly, good. You took this as your chance to inch closer, closing the distance between the two of you as slowly as possible. Before 007n7 could snap out of his stupor, you were already sitting down on the dock, wings folded downwards as you stared at the slightly rippling water below.

007n7 couldn’t see why he started to feel lighter, as if the weight on his shoulders was moving elsewhere. It felt… nice. It hadn’t been like this since, since his time before this place dragged him in. When his son wasn’t missing, his life was finally turning around.

“How was your day, dear?” Your warm voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He didn’t know why he felt so comfortable in your presence; maybe it was because you didn’t look like you were staring at an ex-hacker, or maybe it was a ploy to hurt him later. He didn’t know.

“Um… well, I-” 007n7 paused, eyes travelling back to the book in his hand, he could feel slight indents in the leather. The once-empty pages were magically filled with handwritten notes. A surprise that put the older Robloxian more on edge. You, on the other hand, only tilted your head with a smile. Leaning back as you crossed your legs, wings shuffling slightly with the light breeze that flowed through.

“No need to rush, you don’t have to answer.” You looked away, turning your attention to the clouded skies above. It was an unusual shade of crimson red, not the kind that was visible in plain sight, but the kind that one could mistake for black. White specs of stars pierced through the red-hued atmosphere like holes in a loose-weave fabric. Some stretched across the sky, others were grouped in clusters. The forest surrounding you two was thick and dense. Dark green foliage and dark brown bark separate the doc from the rest of the island like a makeshift wall.

“Aren't you scared? Confused?” The man finally mustered up the courage to ask. His tone was more curt than he would have wanted. 007n7 was confused, to say the least. Here he was, on the docks, sitting with a weird woman with angelic features, asking about his day as if he weren’t in a death game. She didn’t look like any Robloxian he’d seen before; she looked… out of place. A thing that made him tense, but her calming demeanour made him feel a sense of calm. This woman didn't even seem to be expressing any emotion that a newcomer would be feeling. No disorienting feelings, no endless questions. Nothing.

“Why wouldn’t I be? The water is cool and calming, wouldn’t you agree?”

You turned back to him, your eyes slowly fluttering as you locked your eyes on him. Even now, when you look relaxed and comfortable, you hold an air of grace. Calming, but not sloppy.

It was like your mere presence was nullifying his senses, the tips of his fingers feeling fuzzy and warm. Happy

Before you could say anything else, three bells rang throughout the area, like a warning sign of sorts. Your once happy mood shifted into worry when you saw the man beside you shudder from the sound.

POOF He disappeared and vanished in thin air. You could only sigh as you stared at where 007n7 was, with a deadpan.

“And there goes my chance at bonding”

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It had been a while since then, and the area was desolate. No Robloxians, no animals, nothing. Only the sounds of your artificial breathing and the rustling of your feathered wings trailing along the grass. Walking who knows where. It was now that you realised how heavy the air was. The thick and malleable kind of heavy adds more weight to your chest.

What would be a peaceful place was drenched in a sombre tone. It reminded you of before your last memory. When your followers were at war with everything else. Normal, innocent Robloxians made lambs of slaughter. Gods who bled to stay relevant.

The emotional pain was unbearable.

A throbbing ache swelled up in your chest, forcing you to stagger forward. Your fake breaths are shallow and desperate. Tears welled up in your eyes before you fell to your knees. It was like the whole world was dropped onto your form, like the stories of Atlas. Thoughts of pain, agony, misery, and suffering bounce through your head in a cacophony of cries and wails. Your head throbbed, your limbs were heavy, and your eyes burned.

You never felt like this before,

Gasping for air before tightly shutting your eyes closed, fingers digging into the damp soil underneath you.

Thoughts drifted in your mind, this pain. This unbearable pain! What is it? You couldn’t put a finger on it; it just felt too vague. As if you were surrounded by the source, but at the same time nestled in the eye of the storm. Concentrated yet diluted.

And you wanted, no, needed to fix it.

One… two… three…

LIFT

You tried to pull yourself up, your wings falling at your sides. They felt too heavy. Too much weight to bear along with the emotional turmoil you're in. The world around you seemed to blur, shades of darkened green and black swirled in your vision before you collapsed onto the ground.

It only got worse.

Burning sensations of stab wounds burning through your abdomen, trailing around like a blazing fire in a dry field. The soreness of multiple bruises lining your limbs, the feeling of your throat clenching, and your brain losing oxygen. Black spots slowly blocked your sense of sight, edging ever so carefully until you could barely make out the world around you.

This place reeked of death.

And you, the goddess of ultimate understanding, felt it all.

“Why?”

“Why can’t I lessen their woes?”

“Why can’t I understand?”

You choked out a sob, your blurry gaze drifting towards a shadowy figure looming over your form. Instinctively, you held out your hand, covered with dirt and a few blades of grass.

“Please, let me… help!”

That was the last thing you thought before you finally blacked out, your figure slowly fading away in the process.

. . . . . . . . .

“Why the heck are you standing around?!”

007n7 turned to face a half-annoyed Elliot, who was standing with Noob, who was currently hyperventilating like their life depended on it. Jason was the killer this round, and let’s just say he was more agitated than usual. He didn’t even let Shedletsky swing at him before bashing his head in with the edge of his machete. Builderman was next, and then Chance. Guest was busy distracting Jason, but he could only hold out for so long before Jason lost interest.

007n7 was barely scraping by as usual. He almost took Chance’s place, but his GUI teleported him seconds before Jason’s bloodied blade could hit him. The Robloxian decided to stay near a corner of the map until he could make up a plan to fix the last generator before the murderous killer targeted him.

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Earlier, he tried looking for you, but you were nowhere to be seen. As if you were a ghost.

007n7’s eyes furrowed as he thought about it. You weren’t in the round, and EVERYONE was dragged into a round, at least for the survivors that is. Were you a killer? Then why act so kind? Why did you essentially love bomb him, and more importantly, why didn’t that raise any red flags?

It was just... just weird.

He tried to come up with answers. Most of them were that you were a figment of his imagination. Or that maybe you were like Jane, stuck here like everyone else, but kept out of the rounds like you didn’t exist.

That didn’t explain why the sudden sense of calm washed over him in the moment. How all of his walls just fell. 007n7 grew anxious as he held onto the book from before, his thumbs tracing over the corners as he thought of the possibilities.

How in the name of Robloxia could you null his senses like they were just a fleeting moment?

How did you lower his guard without a single flick of the wrist?

When he opened the book up again, it was blank.

Sighing at the sight, the ex-hacker closed the book and pulled out his GUI. As he worked on it, he couldn’t help but notice a (f/c) glare on its flat surface. When 007n7 tried to look for the source, all he saw was that the book in his hands, or more specifically, the gem, had started to glow. The ex-hacker quickly threw it in surprise and weariness. Its old leather cover hit the cement wall in front of him with a loud ‘thud’ before slumping down into a pile of mud below. That’s when it hit him, c00lkidd gave him that book, his son gave him that book, wouldn’t he be such a bad father if he threw a gift like that in the mud?

007n7 was about to get it before Elliot had come with Noob in tow, which led to the present…

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007n7 stayed silent for a moment, his gaze landing on Noob before gliding to the Ex-Employee of Builder-Brother’s Pizza.

“Nothing of your concern, Elliot.”

The ex-hacker tried to brush him off like before, trying not to get into another argument.

It was a usual occurrence, when none of the admins were around, Elliot was much more… vocal. Whether it be some snide remark about how ‘some people deserve to be here’ or some blatant favouritism towards other survivors during rounds.

If another average Robloxian caught Elliot in the act, they would simply brush it off.

If an admin saw it, they would gently scold him before going back to what they were doing.

No one cared.

Who would care about a hacker like him?

Maybe that’s why his walls fell when you asked him about his day, maybe that’s why he felt so… comfortable when you were around.

The ex-hacker could only look on as the two other Robloxians before him left his little corner, Noob being quiet as usual, and Elliot holding back a sneer.

007n7 looked back at the book, eyes widening in horror when he saw it caught aflame. Black, fiery (f/c) smoke wafting from its burning pages. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

IT decided to check on the ‘toys’ on the island, ITs large eye staring at the scene before it.

Two out of the three Robloxians who have already died were outside the survivor’s cabin, one flipping a coin in his hand while the other ran up to him.

“Chance!”

The man with the coin simply turned his head to the other.

"Watsup? Builder-dude"

The man in the fedora was leaning against the wooden wall of the cabin, flipping the coin in his hand with a smile. His smile widened when it landed on heads.

The other Robloxian did not look happy at all; in fact, he was fuming.

“Didn’t I tell ya to go help Shedletsky scout out for the night? Stop slackin’ off!”

“What’s there to scout? I know this whole island like the back of my hand!”

That’s when it decided that this argument was a boring one, no bloodshed, no tears, no guts. Only conversation. Boring…

But then it thought about a set of Robloxians, a duo from a time before it was brought to life.

IT then thought about their beliefs, about their devotion to IT's counterpart.

Was she truly as empathetic as they say she was? . . . . . . . . .

“Pavlova!”

A small yellow-haired fairy stood in front of her subordinate, a basket full of fresh berries in her hands, as she gave him a worried look.

“C’mon, you need to eat.”

The other winged Robloxian's only response was to turn his back on Sugarfly. Not a single sound leaving his mouth.

It had been a lot quieter since their lady had crumbled to ash. Normally, she would be on her daily flights, checking up on the Robloxians under her care or simply enjoying the calmness of daybreak. Now, her remains, your remains, stay in a beautiful gilded urn. Carved out of pearlescent marble set atop an intricate altar, never disturbed. Above this was the highlight of your garden. A large tree with bunches of (f/c) petals that loomed over everything within a 20ft radius, its canopy providing shade for all who seek it. You always cherished this tree, Sugarfly remembered asking you about it once. During her first year as your apprentice, a time when she was young.

–

“Lady (G/n)?”

The young fairy Robloxian looked up at you, her glittery butterfly wings shining in the morning sun.

It was the start of your daily morning flight, and you stopped at the tree halfway through so the young child behind you could catch her breath.

“Yes, Sugarfly?”

Your voice was calming and warm as usual, a soft grin on your face as your gaze turned to her.

“Why is this tree your favourite… if you don’t mind me asking?”

You turned to the tree, extending your arm out to the nearest branch. As if on command, the branch slowly wound down to your hand. Curling into your palm until a flower rests in it. That’s when the child walked up to you.

“See this flower?”

“Yes?”

You crouch down to let Sugarfly see it. Its petals are a dark orange hue with an electric yellow streak down the centre of each. Creating an ombre of orange and yellow resting in the palm of your hand.

“Each one represents a wonderful Robloxian in this world. This one is yours!”

The small Robloxian’s eyes lit up at your words.

“Really?”

“Yes! And I promise to take care of them forever!” —-

Sugarfly looked up at the tree, its petals still full and bright. She still remembered that day, one of the many when you were still here. A time when she took you for granted.

Her naivety made her forget how fleeting moments like that were worth more than she’d admit. How she drank up your words about staying in the garden forever, promising to never leave. But here she was now. Her form was engulfed in the shadows of the only living plant on the island. The land around was barren and cold.

The once colourful, vibrant grasses dimmed down to a measly grey. The once beautiful flowers that littered the landscape all withered and died off after the first year of your death. It was like her whole world was mourning your loss, and she couldn’t blame it, no matter how hard she tried. The thought of you laying your eyes upon this, upon her, made the Robloxian shudder.

She still tried to do her duties, the ones you entrusted her with.

Pavlova told her it was a stupid coping mechanism, but she didn’t care. Not when it made her feel better.

Sugarfly didn’t care if the scenery was the same each time she flew around the island, she didn’t care if there were no Robloxians to greet, she didn’t care if your once grand garden of happiness turned into an island that reeked of death.

All that mattered to her was that these things reminded her of her times with you.

Pavlova hasn’t been doing well either.

Ever since your death, Pavlova has stayed with your urn. Guarding your tree with his life, and to such a point that not even Sugarfly could make him rest.

It was when you first saw him that he grew attached. Back then, he was a simple Robloxian fleeing from an angry deity. He forgot why the god tried to kill him; it had been far too long since then. All he remembered of his days before here, before the garden, was your warm embrace as you shielded him from an incoming attack. Wings wrapped around his body while you took the hit. You didn’t show any sign of pain, even if the damage was high. Your focus was solely on him and only him.

That was when he vowed to repay you. Even if it meant doing dirty work to make you the saviour. To him, it was worth it whenever you would smile, and he would do anything to keep you smiling. Pavlova would go around the capital of the civilisation built in your name, speaking of hymns written within the scriptures. He prided himself on being your ‘favourite’, only stopping, vocally at least, when you told him that everyone was your favourite and to ‘cut it out’.

You were the one who gave him freedom.

You were the one who blessed him with flight.

—-

It was a warm afternoon, the sun laying down a light yellow hue onto the island. You were sitting down by one of its many beaches. Pavlova was with you, proudly telling you about his help in reviving a ‘broken’ relationship.

“They were so happy in the end. I just needed a little push!”

“Aw~ how cute!”

You let out a soft chuckle, thinking of how wonderful it must be for the Robloxians to find their true love.N̶o̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶k̶n̶e̶w̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶c̶e̶d̶. Pavlova only smiled in response.

What he didn’t tell you was that the two Robloxians were in an argument, and because Sugarfly was busy helping with official documents, he was called in to resolve the issue. When he arrived home, the scene had been through the moon and back. A table was flipped over on the right, and a broken pot was on the left. From what he was told, a woman thought her husband was not faithful and confronted him today.

Pavlova didn’t care if Robloxians thought he was frank. All he wanted was to end this as quickly as possible so he could spend more time with you. Which led to him shooting the two robloxians with his love arrows before quickly leaving the scene before anyone noticed how… off-putting the couple was acting after having such a violent quarrel.

“Are you proud?”

The young man tilted his head slightly, letting his light pink hair drape down to frame his face. The light golden hue of the sun cast a warm light onto his smaller form. Waves crashing and falling by the shore.

“Hmm? Yes, yes, I am my dear Pavlova.”

. . . . .

That was the week before his 5th anniversary on the island; he remembered that celebration. It was when you brought him to a small clearing and made him close his eyes. When you fastened the magic wings onto his back, ones that looked like exact replicas of yours, a̶n̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶h̶e̶’̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶f̶a̶v̶o̶u̶r̶i̶t̶e̶.

You taught him how to use them then and there. Going through each motion slowly and steadily. You never once yelled at him, nor did you give up on him, no matter how much he messed up.

You cared. —-------------------------------------------------------

Sugarfly was still standing there, basket in hand, as he sat right underneath your tree. He didn’t understand why the faerie was so adamant about continuing to care for what he thought was a wasteland. A wasteland that once was beautiful.

Pavlova seemed to stare right through her, focusing more on the land around them. It hurts to see it like this. He knew how much you cared for this island; you poured your heart and soul into these stupid plants and mortals. You tended to everyone and everything, no matter their issues or concerns. You gave them food, water, safety, entertainment, and joy. And how do they repay you? By forgetting your teachings and abandoning you, and leaving you to die.

That was when his blood began to boil; he remembered your last day, how Sugarfly kept on crying for hours. Pavlova wasn’t even there when it happened, his mind focused on killing off some random Robloxians who showed up at the temple gates. The flames of his rage were mixed with guilt. He knew that you would have hated him if you found out, but you didn’t, and that’s all that matters. Though he does sometimes wish you did, because that would mean you were still here today. Not a pile of dust in an urn. Hidden away within an altar on some island far away from the present-day Robloxians.

He, unlike Sugarfly, knew that there were Robloxians out there still. A semi-large group of explorers tried to come, but he led them to an unstable cliff.

Does he care that he killed innocent people? No. He viewed it as a sort of redemption. A way to make those disgusting beings repay you for their misconduct. On that day, Pavlova spoke of repeated prayers when he aimed at the only root holding the cliff together. All of his pains and regrets fueled his resolve before he shot his arrow at it, and in turn, letting the group fall to their deaths.

The world felt… empty without you. You were the light of his life, the one person who didn’t turn their back on him. A woman who never left him whenever he got mad. You WERE his world.

Sugarfly didn’t say anything more, simply leaving a smaller basket right beside his feet before walking off. The wind was slightly rustling the leaves that hung overhead, letting a sliver of the sun’s golden rays poke through the thick canopy. Pavlova stared at the basket with dull eyes. The berries were red and ripe, just like your favourite ones. You WERE his world, and he will do Ǎ̸̙̗̣̻̩̜̳͊̃̑̅̉͒̆̈́͝͠Ṉ̶̡͉̲̖̩̠̘̍̃͛̋̈́̔̈̐͒̈́̚͝͝Y̶̨̺̰̞̗̯̜͍͕̬͉̲̠͌͐͜T̴̢̢̡̨̘̠̼̫̬̙̰̩̤͖̓̂̿̒̌̆̀̌̓͜͠͠Ḣ̸͉̥͈͖̺͕͉̰̯̐̀͛̇͑̃̂̆̂̀̚͜ͅI̶̮̝̠̯̮̞̣̭̮̠̖̫̬͉͍̥͐̔̌̾̓͋̒̇̀̊͛̚ͅN̸̢̢̢͍̳̪̟̱͍͇͙̮̻̻̣̹̰̭͑̕͜ͅͅĢ̶̡̳̻̺̞̝̥̺̼̜̬͇͕̝̞̲͛̀̉̀͗̏̎̈́̇̒̽͐̑̊̇̈́͜͝͝ to bring you back. .

RING, RING, RING, RING

007n7 stood up from his kneeling position, dusting the wet grass off his knees. The four chiming bells symbolise the end of the final round for the day. Surprisingly, he survived most of the round, only getting caught by Jason last minute. Though he had to admit, it was as if Jason had slashed his head harder than usual.

The killer had dug his machete a little deeper than usual, with more force applied into the cut. With how many gruelling times he had been slaughtered for entertainment, anyone can tell Jason was being more bloody with his kills.

The ex-hacker could feel blood trickling down his head, which led to him sighing in response. Even with the pain the spectre liked to see, it kept it inside the rounds. Maybe this time, it just forgot to heal him up fully.

Letting his calloused hand gently wipe off a small trail of blood running down the bridge of his nose, he took in his surroundings. It was the cabin, as per usual. The moonless sky hung overhead, still somehow providing light when only small specs of stars littered the heavens above.

Yet his head wasn’t filled with its usual nonsense; his mind still lingered on the book. On you. The book was the reason why he got killed; he would have survived if he had just let that darn book burn.

And you? He still had no idea who you even were, if you were just an enigma that would never be explained.

“Why, hello Ally!”

Two times suddenly appeared behind him, keeping their dagger close to their chest as they stared at 007n7.

“Oh, uh… hello to you, too, I guess.”

The ex-hacker had a bad feeling about the cultist. Everyone did. Two Time just had that certain edge that could make anyone feel a little ‘off-putting’ around him. Smiling when he gets killed by a killer, spending hours in the woods only to come back with slashes along his arms and an even more crazed look in his eyes.

“Did your round serve you well? Did the spawn bless your endeavours?”

007n7’s eyes narrowed slightly at Two Time, already mentally preparing himself for a ramble that no one could save him from.

“I prayed a lot… a lot I did, that is true. I have come with a breakthrough, you see, a wonderful breakthrough!”

“The heavenly Spawn has shown me a vision!”

Two Time started to slowly creep towards 007n7, the ex-hacker growing more uncomfortable by the second.

“A vision that involves you!”

The erratic cultist roughly grabbed 007n7’s shoulders, their nails digging into his skin. Two Times’ dagger pressed concerningly into his shoulder blade.

“See, 007n7! You have been chosen by the Spawn! You will join-”

“Aye! Two Time! Get back inside!”

The ex-hacker suddenly let out a slow breath of relief when Two Time’s attention was drawn to a man standing by the doorway, a piece of fried chicken in hand.

“I know you like talking about your cult, but for the love of Roblox, please let it go.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Thankfully, Shedletsky was there and dragged the cultist away before something… undesirable had happened. 007n7 was thankful for that. The close call gave him a reason to lock himself in his room.

The room in question was littered with cables, wires, and adaptors. Bins half-hazardly piled on top of each other, every single one labelled with Sharpie and tape. A huge monitor sloppily put together in one corner, surrounded by a few large computers.

His old hacker set-up.

When c00lkidd came into his life, 007n7 vowed to never hack again. Which also meant throwing away all of his old ‘gear’. And yet here they all were, as if the Spectre took it right out of the past when he still was a wanted criminal.

Was it some sort of gag? To make sure he sees what he used to be every time he wakes up?

The ex-hacker sat on the edge of his bed, back slouched over his black and red GUI. Too focused on fine-tuning the device to realise that his window had been cracked open, too focused to see a shadowy hand gently place an object onto his bedsheets.

What did he notice then?

A familiar (f/c) glow illuminating from behind, reflecting off the GUI’s smooth black screen.

The Robloxian reacted quickly, swiftly jumping off the bed before stumbling backwards. The gem in the book is still glowing bright. Pulsing like a heart.

The book he thought magically blew up into flumes of smoke, now sitting on his bed like he left it there. Unknown voices filling his anxious mind.

Ȯ̸̠p̶̨̟̍ĕ̴̡̡n̴̞̭͑ ̸̣̍͑i̶̧͛̍t̷͍͈́̑ ̵̫̳́ ̴̮̗̓R̴̛̠e̸̢̫̐́ą̸̹̏͠d̷̛͎͌ ̶̭̥̇̿ț̸͕̎h̴̝̩̅͂e̶͕͊ ̴͉̝͑b̸̻͠o̴̹͆͒o̵̞̩͒̋k̵̟̍ ̶̢͈̄̚ ̷̳̽́T̷̲̈́a̵̧̱͝ḱ̷̯͚e̴̝̊ ̴̳̂̄ĭ̵̢̜͘t̸͇́,̶͉̝͌̏ ̴͔͙̾i̷̢̩͘t̵̙͂’̷̣̜̌̀s̸͚̳̎͝ ̸̳̽w̴̢̱͑̌h̸̘̝͑a̴͈̋t̵̜̾ ̸̬̭̈́ẏ̴̻́o̶̱̅u̸͉͚͝ ̶̝͂d̵̝̰̏͆ȩ̶͚̈́s̶̫̲̾ẽ̶̥͔̒ṛ̷͉̓͐v̷̩̀ḛ̴̋͝.̸̳͋

007n7 kept his stance, readying his GUI for anything. And yet nothing came, just like before…

He let the voices sway his judgment. Slowly inching towards the book as if it were some rabid animal. Who knows? He might see you again.

The ex-hacker carefully took the edge of the cover before opening it and jumping back, tripping on a wire.

Eyes widened when he didn’t hit the floor, and instead was caught in your warm embrace.

“My, my~ Be careful! This room is a safety hazard!” .

The next few moments were… awkward to say the least.

You were here, in his room, essentially holding him in your lap. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, wings laid out by your sides like a makeshift blanket.

To 007n7, you were like a blanket, a weighted one to be exact. Nice, warm, and comforting.

“Your room looks very well lived in.”

You suddenly comment, soft and warm. You didn’t see the light tint of red growing on his cheeks, embarrassment growing on him, the longer you two stayed in that position. You both stayed like that for a long minute. The room was silent and still except for the light shuffling from downstairs and the occasional footsteps through the hall outside.

This was the only thing 007n7 was dead set on making sure no one saw; it was already humiliating as is. He didn’t need a fellow survivor walking in on him, essentially being cuddled by a strange woman never seen before. He didn’t even want to question it, why you randomly appeared, why you even exist. The ex-hacker chalked it up to being tired and embarrassed, both of which he seemed reluctant to fully accept.

You seemed oblivious to it all, thinking that you were helping him relax. Your focus lay on his heartbeat. You only noticed his slight distress when you felt his arms move up to let his hands cover his face.

Weird

You thought as you hastily let the poor Robloxian go, gently setting him across from you.

Why didn’t I feel it before? A̵͈̽m̵̪̜̀ ̷̺͊͋i̸͚͇̅̾ ̴͓̌͠n̴͙͝ö̷̜̏t̷̤͆ ̶̥̭͒͝g̶̜̋o̸̞̝͘o̸̪͉̽̐d̶̼̦̉͝ ̴̬̻̒e��̥̅̇n̴̠̅o̴̪̙̚͝ṵ̵͌͘g̷̡͚̐̾h̷͍̱̒̆?̶̦͐̐ A̴͇̗̓̕ḿ̵̹͈ ̸͈̊I̷̠̘͑ ̶̛͇͜f̴͔̠̌á̴̮ị̷̢̿ĺ̴̯̀i̷͉̔͂n̵̡͕̆̏g̴̱̀?̵̧̬̏̕

Your gaze trailed down his form to your open hands. It all felt off ever since your… episode.

Ever since you saw Sugarfly scream at you before you slept, when you met that kid. The poor fellow seemed to have good intentions, and yet he was too ignorant of how rough he played.

A small smile graced your lips. He’s a good kid, just like Sugarfly.

Your thoughts were cut short when you heard the Robloxian in front of you shift slightly, snapping you back to reality.

007n7 had calmed down a bit, back pressed against the side of his bed as he stared at you. This time, it was up close.

You definitely didn’t fit in this realm, the ex-hacker was sure of it. You seemed to be more… soft than anyone else he’s seen here. You seemed as caring as Noob, but more confrontational than the robloxian could ever be. Wings laid out by your sides in a comfortable manner, stretched out before him. Each feathery tip glows a soft (f/c) hue.

You emitted a warm shine that radiated off your figure. A light in the darkness.

“I am deeply, truly sorry about what happened!”

You blurted out, hands clasping together right in front of your chest. “If I had noticed your discomfort sooner, I would have-”

“It’s, it’s ok.”

“No, I didn’t ask if you wanted a hug!”

Your brows furrowed slightly as you asserted yourself. Your words were put in a chastising manner, not directed towards the Robloxian in front of you, of course. You simply spoke as if you were hurt by your actions.

007n7 looked at you in slight awe. You seemed so adamant about your wrongdoing, the wrongdoing he didn’t even think was wrong. To see an outsider care so much about his comfort to such an extent was an oddity of its own. Even if it was inside or outside of this forsakened world.

The ex-hacker didn’t know what to say; he was just too speechless to think of something.

You stared expectantly at him, hoping for some sort of forgiveness for what you thought was a terrible mistake. You prided yourself on helping others, which included respecting their space. You were just caught up in the moment to realise, waking up in this dark room to see the man before you, falling. You just had to stop his fall.

“I promise to never do it again!” t̵̮̔c̸̻͐͝ḧ̷͇́,̶̡̝͂ ̷̘̍d̷̠͑e̶͎̙̒ș̶̊̐p̵̨̘̆̓ë̶̪͍́̌r̶͈̼̓̐ả̷̫t̸͓̮̎è̵͖̤̓

Your wings twitched slightly at the slight spike of emotion, the corners of your mouth twisting downward.

“Please forgive me.”

007n7 stared right back at you, audibly gulping at your display. It was just too much.

“Oh, uh… um… Yes, I I-I forgive you.” He managed to stammer out, fixing his glasses. He was still kind of flustered from earlier.

The ex-hacker turned his gaze towards his GUI screen, a black and red tablet he casually tossed onto the mess of blankets and junk he had on his bed. It was a bad habit, and he knew it. His room looked more like a pigsty, but ever since c00lkidd went missing, he just… stopped trying.

“But why?”

007n7 turned back to you

“Why are you being so nice?”

But your voice had, once again, knocked him out of his thoughts.

And he let his guard down.

“Why?”

Why.

Just a simple, "why?"

Your head tilting like it did when he first met you, your eyes holding no judgment or sympathy. Only understanding.

Your voice gave away your surprise at his question. Head lifting back as you respond.

“Why?! I invaded your boundaries, and I hugged you without consent, which I-”

You were interrupted by a loud, brash yell that echoed through the whole cabin.

“PIZZA IS READY!”

You put on a look of slight surprise while 007n7 only shook his head in response. The light fading through the tattered curtains of his room was slowly dimming. Signalling that it was ‘night time’. The ex-hacker took this as a chance to change the topic.

“Do you... want pizza?”

007n7 drawled out, waiting for your reply. This made you gently furrow your eyebrows as you looked at the door, then back at him.

Pizza? What’s Pizza?

You didn’t want to hurt the man’s feelings; you were sure he at least liked whatever food he was offering you. So, being the kind goddess you are, and totally not because you felt super bad about getting in his personal space, you accepted.

“Yes, please.”

You were confused about what this dish was, but what better way to bond than food? That was Pavlova’s way of bonding, that was for sure. You can fondly recall the times when he would get a basket of fruits to share with you, and it was always your favourite kind too. Peculiar, but you didn’t question it then.

The memory made you think of those two, Sugarfly and Pavlova. Your thoughts were quickly disrupted when 007n7 walked out the door, leaving you to silently ponder as the Robloxian left to grab two servings of this… pizza.

The ex-hacker treaded through the halls, walls and floors of oak surrounding him like a claustrophobic prison. It was as if the world around him suddenly felt heavier when he wasn’t with you.

“Hey, 007n7. Can we speak for a sec?”

That's when he froze, eyes slowly moving from the floor to the man in front of him.

Shedletsky .

“Come on, dude! This place is so dead!”

Another duo of trespassers

“Lol man, these old plants stink! We should snag some and put them in Sherly’s bag. It’d freak her out!”

“Jeez, just hope the counsellors don’t find out we’re this far from the group”

“Pfft! Who cares? Even if we get caught, we can brag about making the trek here to this dump!”

Rude ones too

The smaller Robloxian teenager kicked up a piece of dirt with his heel, a sly smirk on his face. --------------

Pavlova didn’t even want to talk them into walking into a deathtrap this time; this time, it was personal.

Even if he didn’t see a reason why you cared so darn much about this garden, he couldn’t stand this blasphemy against his lady, his goddess. The reason why his body finally grew with his age, he wasn’t the same boy who did anything for you like before.

He was a man-killing machine, a wolf wearing sheep's skin.

They stood around as if they owned the place; thankfully, Sugarfly wasn’t around at the moment.

He could kill them without any of her weak repercussions.

To let the tips of his arrows dig into their pathetic mortal flesh, to let them drown in pain like you did during that stupid war. To make them regret ever setting foot in your garden with such brash words.

Pavlova held out his drawn arrow, keeping his elbow bent as he aimed for the taller of the two. He didn’t notice how his veins started to darken, from the tips of his hands to the end of his shoulder. His focus was trained on the two idiots pulling up the now dead flowers of your garden. Most of them still retained their shape, even after they died. Looking more like flora corpses rather than plants.

The once ever-flowing streams of crystal clear water dried up, leaving only dusty sand trails in their place.

“Αιμορραγώντας για τον κήπο, που θα εξιλεωθεί για τις αμαρτίες σου.”

He silently spoke to himself, readying his bow to take the shot.

“Θυσιάστε τον εαυτό σας στη θεά που σας έβαλε πάνω από όλους.”

Pavlova’s eyes narrowed at his target, breaths becoming more shallow as he waited for the perfect time to strike. And exactly when the taller one out of the duo stepped forward, kicking one of the many dead flowers, Pavlova let the arrow fly.

“Την σκότωσες!”

First came an audible thud, then the sounds of a terrified teenager backing away in fear. Pavlova hit the kid right in the lung, the arrow piercing through the Robloxian’s ribcage as if he had only stabbed a chopstick in butter. Smooth, efficient, and painful.

It was at that moment that Pavlova revealed himself.

Wings unfurled as he shot at the other Robloxian, this time, in the leg. By now, the one he shot first had already died from a collapsed lung, and the other was immobilised on the ground.

Pavlova flew down to the other Robloxian, taking a good look at him while the poor teen hurled insults at him. He could only look on in contempt as the ‘intruder’ tried to stop the pain in his knee, screaming bloody murder.

The teen looked up at the winged Robloxian before him, eyes widening in disbelief and rage.

“Y-You demon!”

Pavlova took offence to that, stepping on the kid’s head before proudly exclaiming.

“No! I am a child of Empathy! A guardian of the haven.” Pavlova slowly put more pressure on the Robloxian's skull "And you, you are a spawn of HELL!" The winged Robloxian let his foot smash through the skull of the poor teenager, half-smushed innards shooting out of the cracks. His once clean foot was caked in crimson red. Pavlova could only huff; it wasn't as painful as he would have hoped. But a death was a death. All that mattered was that it was for you. He twisted his foot before roughly pulling it out of the fractured skull, shaking off the bits of flesh and bone that clung to his skin. He would have to wash it later; that much was clear. Unless he wanted to deal with an interrogation by Sugarfly. Well, that would be a smaller issue compared to her finding these freaks.

“You wish to wreak havoc on the unworthy.”

A deep voice rang throughout the area, loud and clear. It set Pavlova off guard, his hand clutching onto his bow as he frantically looked around for the source.

“All for the vengeance of a deity who died centuries ago.”

He gritted his teeth.

Who could this voice possibly belong to?

The air suddenly grew colder than usual, more deadly. The wind stopped blowing, and the clouds stopped their slow movements across the grey sky above. The land around him was creepily silent.

He turned left, right, front and behind.

And yet there was only him and the corpses.

“I can grant your wish” Pavlova stayed vigilant, bow in hand as

“Who are you?”

“I am the one who watches, the one who observes. I can grant what you desire, for a price… of course.”

Pavlova’s eyes widened at the monotone voice, staggering back before grabbing an arrow. All the alarms in his head are going off. This was too random to be real. Was he truly going mad? Has the bloodshed gone to his head?

No…

Each drop of blood spilt on this turf had a meaning, a purpose, A purpose to avenge you. Every time a Robloxian fell by his doing felt like an offering, a sacrifice.

They killed you after all, it’s only fair.

A cold bead of sweat dripped off his head. The tension in the air practically strangled him then and there. Pupils contracted as the voice continued.

“I can revive her from the dead, resurrect her from the ashes into the woman she once was. A phoenix in fire.”

Winged Robloxian paused, doubt creeping onto his features as he listened. IF this thing was speaking the truth. IF you were to be revived. Everything could go back to normal. You would be in your favourite resting place under your tree, holding him in your arms as you told him your stories. The calm summer breeze slightly weaving through your hair. A smile on your face. He'll ensure your followers stay true to your teachings, so you'll never feel pain again. He'll make them all stay happy and dependent on you. And you'll stay in the garden... Forever.

“All you have to do is…”

“… Play my game.”

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