#( interact;; elliot. )

[sourle]

Hi, this is my first time requesting but, can i please ask for a the reader finally getting payback as the killer because the spectre helped them with a deal and brutually kills some others (please they deserve a villian arc for all of the mistreatment, i keep crying bruh)

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Oops! I did it again

WARNINGS: Gore, blood, etc.

Note: finally i got a straight idea what to do with the request

The soft thumping of your heart is all you can listen to now. The slow beating against your rip in a rhythm it sung on its own.

The glowing color of your heart shuns your surroundings. Tinting the area with the bright color, a light within the darkness.

It makes it easier for you to be spotted.

You stare up at the starless sky, at the mist. It speaks, its voice unclear but it reeks of darkness.

It whispered, granting you a power. Granting you something similar to what you've got when you weren't forsaken.

The power you promise to never use ever again.

But it seems the promise won't mean anything as you opened the panel, staring at the starting button. And clicking it.

The humming of the night wind of the map filled the silence as you ran around, trying to find someone. Anyone. Your steps are loud like a giant stomp. You flinched once in a while involuntarily from the glitch seeping from the cracks of your flesh.

For three minutes you found no one. Not a single life in sight. You groaned in frustration, opening the panel once more to reveal the others location.

Then you saw it, a glowing silhouette crouching next to a generator. You approached, ever so careful to not alert anyone near your presence. Then you saw him. Builderman.

Thinking on the name itself makes your stomach churn in hatred, you hate the feelings. And you hate seeing him more. You walk around the corner of the white wall, striking at him with your weapon.

He gasped, not expecting your presence at all. He wasted no time idling in place and started running. You let out a small laugh, taking fun in the chase he's giving.

SKRR— TUMB

You snarl, covering your eyes as the turrets shoot at you. Slowing you down rendering for you to lose Builderman. Using your weapon you destroyed the turret in one hit from frustration.

You glance at the last path Builderman runs to and follow. Turning your head in each direction to try and spot him, and spot him you did. He's kneeling behind a wall, breathless and exhausted.

You sneak, approaching in slow calculated steps. Avoiding to make any sounds.

CRUNCH—

Builderman spits out the blood running up his throat, he glances down at his throbbing chest and sees a hand penetrating through. His heart in the grasp.

You pulled your hand back with a satisfying squelch of the torn flesh, watching as Builderman's body dropped down on the ground. Bleeding out blood.

You got up and threw the beating heart that's slowly losing its rhythm. You approached his body and took in a satisfying relish before letting out a sob.

What are you doing?

You sniffles, biting your bottom lips. No time to cry, it needs more victims. You need to make it proud. Everyone proud.

You trudge through the random walls, placed in the middle of the map. You stumbled upon one of Taph's traps and hesitantly broke it. Before continuing your search.

One by one you found them.

You watch as Elliot choked on his own blood after you slit his throat from behind before ripping out his heart.

You observed Chance's shaky smile as you plummeted your hands straight into his chest and crushed his heart.

You softly smile as Taph flails around under you, watching you raise your sword above your head and stab it through his heart.

You cornered Noob, seeing them shivers from fear. They feared you. And you can't help but smile. Haven't they always feared you? No matter.

The round ended. You rolled your shoulders, taking all the events from the match in.

Are you really satisfied by it all?

Do you want this?

You want to change, yet why did you do it?

You snapped away from your thoughts as someone nudged you. It's c00lkid. "Can we play chase now?"

You blinked before nodding with a soft smile. You need this small normal break.

[mrsthunderkin]

I'm a simple girl

I see a sporty himbo

I love him

Plain as that

[pizza-party-support]

> [ 🐇 , @m4fios0 ;; ]

[ he shifted the small container of hydrogen peroxide to his free hand, knocking on the door of the pizzeria with his other. taking a small step back, he let his free hand fall back to his side. ]

-> Elliot, once again, was idly moving around the pizzeria. Seems like he had already swept up and everything, going through the process of starting to clean off the tables. -> His focus was disturbed when he heard the knock at the door, his head snapping towards it and a smile spreading across his face. "Come on in, Mr. Mafioso!"

[divine-swordsmaster]

Elliot stumbled out of his room. He wasn't doing great but he could've sworn..

Whatever it was it gave him a bad bad feeling. He gathered his strength to run to Shedletsky's room, something felt off something felt so off.

He didn't even knock, instead opening the door and nearly falling into the room.

"Shed?" He called, his voice gentle and full of concern.

- @yourlocalpizzaguyelliot

[!!! GORE AHEAD !!!]

-> The sight before the support survivor was... Surely fucking something! The sentinel, who was still mostly bandaged up from a... "Previous event", was lying on the floor on his hands and knees, back facing the doorway. -> He was gagging, gagging and choking, trying to cough up something from deep within his throat. His back... Oh god his back... Pool was running down it, two holes ripped into the shirt to reveal... Wings. -> Disgusting black and green wings that looked... A little broken, a little all over the place. Some of the feathers were stained with the sentinel's own blood.

[casino-connoisseur]

(I'm bored so here lololol um sorry if anything is incoherent I just woke from my slumber.)

Elliot had walked up the stairs in the cabin, he was originally going to go to his room to sit but he thought he should return Chances jacket before doing so. He still had it. They still had no over shirt, it was still blood stained and the bandages were not gone yet. They were still healing, besides the point though.

They walked past their room, knocking on Chances door as soon as they made it there.

"Hey uh, I have your jacket if you'd like it back?" Elliot said, his voice was as soft as ever. Someone like him didn't deserve to be here, not with how much he cared for everyone, not with how kind he is.

- @yourlocalpizzaguyelliot

-> There was no response from the gambler inside of the room. Which was... Very odd, very odd indeed! Chance normally always answered the door when someone knocked. Was he in his room? -> There was nothing but silence if one tried to listen in through the door or anything. Chance wasn't the silent type EITHER, which made the situation even a little more concerning.

[sparkdoesart]

Uh . Hi forsaken people. *runs away *

OK IM LOWKEY SCARED CUZ I BARELY EVEN GO HERE. BUT HES MY FAVORITE AND I WANTED TO DRAW HIM

Ive played forsaken a total of three(3) times !

Someone please yap his lore at me in the tags or something i have no clue whats going on. Except like. Relations to the 7n7 guy and coolkidd

[soft-tiny-bb]

shoutout to the zucchini ( @crimsonrain-error ) for letting me color their drawing heehoo! go follow them if u want they r epic awawawaaaa!!!

[frozenover--dreams]

-> Soft footsteps, light and unsure, as if they don't know where to go. Elliot had used that pond code it seems...

- @daydreaming-shopkeeper

➥ He had heard the footsteps, peeking out of the dimly lit 'cottage' he was in. He perked up at the.. mostly gray person he saw. He knew it was Elliot. The mafia boss approached.

"Back so soon? Missed me that much, bunny?"

[daydreaming-shopkeeper]

➥ MAFIOSO was wandering the pink swamp dream, he had bumped into a tree or two multiple times. He hadn't expected to be sent into.. this dream in particular. He had grudges against water, and an intense hatred with being wet. He probably should have told someone he was here.

. . .

➥ He didn't quite like the ambiance. He was off-put. He figured he should start heading off soon, but he hadn't checked the marshland village. He figured there'd be.. some form of being there. The mafioso approached the waterfall, he looks around one last time before entering into the denser part of the swamp.

-> @frozenover--dreams (MAFIOSO)

-> The warmth of the dream only seemed to get stronger as the mafia boss dived into the deeper parts of it, down into the Marshland Village. A beautiful place filled with massive pink trees, lilypads and lotus flowers resting peacefully on the surface of the water. -> The large, wooden bridges that stretched across the village had little lanterns spread across it, not enough to make it ugly with clutter, but just enough to keep it well lit! There weren't many living residents, some natives and the occasional Sleepwalker. -> Small fish and sea life crawled beneath the bridges, a couple fish poking their heads out as the other crossed. Two people could be seen in the distance, a Marshland Village native and... Someone dressed in gray?

[chancetime]

-> Bonk! A bloxy cola can gently bonked against the gambler's head from somewhere above. What the hell-? - @pizza-party-support

He let out a surprised noise as the can bounced off of him and rolled onto the ground. Thankfully his tophat had shielded him from some of the landing impact, but he was still annoyed nonetheless.

“Who dares to-?!”

He fixed his hat back into place, his eyes darting around for the culprit. He swore, if it was that Noob kid…

[an-almond-x3]

(Go my Great Wall of Spoilers for chapter 6 of I Blame You John by @vauschen-art on AO3)

This is what happened after chapter 6 trust

Also I drew this a few days ago because I strongly believe these two would bond over healer struggles

[beginner-survivalist]

"Hey Noob! I've got some good news!" - @pizza-party-support

"Oh? It's been awhile since we've heard good news!"

It's Elliot! They haven't seen him in a hot minute.

"What's happened?"

[pizza-party-support]

> [ 🐇 . @m4fios0 ;;

Ettore walked lightly, making sure not to wake Elliot up as he walked back and forth through the mansion, cleaning the different rooms.

Going through 'nd cleaning the mansion helped sort out his thoughts. what needed to be done. ]

-> The support was... Barely awake right up, his eyes lazily open and watching the massive shadow of a man move about, not really processing anything else.

-> He shifted and yawned, letting one of his arms dangle off the couch as he made a small noise.

[casino-connoisseur]

A knock on the wooden door, soft enough you could miss it. No doubt that was your favorite delivery boy coming to check in on you. He hasn't been out of his room in.. 5-? 6 days?? Jeez..

He waited patiently for a response. They rocked a little, this is the most alive they've looked in the past week. Their hair was up, they smoothened their over shirt. They were very obviously trying to make it seem like they hadn't been cooped up and like they were okay and everything with them was fine now.. which wasn't true.

"Chance?" The familiar voice rang out, concern laced in every part of it. He knocked softly again, slightly louder but not enough to cause a disturbance. Still too soft. That's how Elliot was, he was scared to disturb or startle anyone so they tried to be as quiet with it as they could.

- @yourlocalpizzaguyelliot

-> No response. Or well- No VERBAL response let's say... Some noises could be heard from inside the sentinel's room. The shuffling of sheets, the gentle "thump" of a body rolling over in bed. -> Chance was normally always so on point when it came to answering his bedroom door, knowing that it could be something important. Hell! He seemed to spring himself into action the moment Elliot of all survivors came to see him. -> But right now he seemed... Not okay.

[divine-swordsmaster]

Elliot nearly fell while running. He held onto his backpack straps.

"Shedletsky?! Shed?!" He sounded so worried, his voice so much higher pitch than usual, fear laced in every call. He let out a pained yelp as he tripped on a tree root.

The younger looked a bit worse for wear, he let out shaky breaths as he gets up and looks for the admin again.

- @yourlocalpizzaguyelliot .

-> The sentinel could be seen amongst the trees, propped up on his elbows and his head tilted back slightly. He looked tired, chest heaving slightly as he attempted to steady himself. -> Hair matted, blood staining his shirt and... The same holes in the back of his shirt, revealing bloody stumps on his back. Oh god, what happened to him?

[technological-patriarch]

"Are you alright-?" The man asked. He seemed to notice you swaying a bit because of the dizziness. (I'm assuming he'd be swaying, usually people do when dizzy)

(Idk the setting, so I won't comment on it much)

- @yourlocalpizzaguyelliot

-> The hacker popped back into reality for a brief moment. His... His eyes looked unfocused. Unfocused and wide, he didn't really register who was talking to him at first. -> Oh. It's Elliot. "I'm fine." -> He forced himself to stiffen up, to keep himself from bobbing. Why did Elliot care? Didn't this young man hate his guts?