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trud-hub · 18 days ago

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"Remembrance"

--TRUD!C00lk1dd x Reader Blurb

notes: idk man i juet wanted to elxore c00lk1dd's personality and yih

been workinh on this for way too long 💔💔

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“It was you, wasn’t it C00lk1dd?”

His knife missed his original target by several inches and was caught in your firm, now bloodstained grip. Here he was, thinking you were distracted with counting snowflakes. Either you have eyes on the back of your head, or you were baiting him on purpose. Think you're sly? Oh well, sixty-seventh time’s the charm then!

“Awww,” he purrs, “know me all too well — don’t’cha?”

“You’re the only one who pulls stunts like this.” You murmur, sliding your hand to the knife’s handle. He rolls his eyes, but makes no counterargument.

Sauntering over to your side, the culprit lays his palm out patiently to be returned his dagger. Less cordially than the manner in which he had been waiting, it is returned to him, though said object is cushioned into the several layers of skin on his palm — breaching the back of his hand.

Endearing. The bold, jagged black line compliments the red of his skin nicely.

Wanting it to stay, he lets it sit around for a couple of minutes. Only then does he pull out the blade after that time passes.

The shy wound is quick to close. New flesh efficiently covers up the evidence of your handiwork, until all that hinted to its existence were dry patches of ink. His hand curls, then uncurls, and curls again as if each motion would bring back the tingly sensation. Shame, he thinks, and he can all but sigh at its loss.

“Lunatic.” You sneer, rather ironically, as though more unhinged occurrences from the other killers hadn’t set the bar for the definition low.

“Hah! You’re one to talk.” The last word is uttered in a sharp seethe.

He lines the gory collage on his knife with his index. C00lk1dd twirls the metal around, and for a while too long, it appears, judging from the tenseness of your shoulders.

“Did you come here just to annoy me?” You interrupt. His movements halt.

Pissing you off is a fun part of his routine, but he reckons he has another reason for visiting. He tries to recall it — scraping his memory bank with the sharpest thing in vicinity. The meeting with 1x1x1x1, trash, the necklace…

“Oh!” He snaps his fingers.

“I want your help this round.” The tip of his dagger beckons your approval.

But your eyes refused, quick to recoil.

“No.”

Feisty, are you? And you hadn’t even heard what for.

Offering payment with a mercantile smile, he starts with, “I’ll compensate you accordingly.”

“Besides,” —then, amicably tossing an arm around you, he adds— “we both don't do things for free. That's why we get along so well!”

Still, you dust his limb off your shoulder.

Fine. He won't beat around the bush anymore.

“Tsk. Does this change your mind then?” C00lk1dd grumbles, fishing into his back pocket to retrieve a small, golden necklace that corrosion ate away at. He tosses the rubbish to its owner, and you hurry, almost pathetically, not to let it sink into the snowy layers. Laughable.

Too easily did your bravado melt. Your fingers form a protective shield around the geriatric memento of yours.

“...Where did you get this?” The pendant in your hand has melted the gate your words formed, letting vulnerability escape through the opening.

“One, you're welcome. Two, the landfill in Desert Town.” He answers, the former being more condescending than the latter.

Upon loosening your hold, the chain spills across your palms. Your shaky hands, victim to the cold and of useless nostalgia, fail to connect the clasps.

“Idiot,” C00lk1dd mutters.

Sympathetic to your incompetency, he moves closer to shackle it around your neck. Your words are all but gone as he does so. Even your glares have retreated into the soft eyes of yours. The process took him longer than he had wanted, but when he was done, the thing hung limp across your collarbone.

Your fingers graze the metal. Caught between what to say, your lips pause.

“When does the next round start?” And it seems you’ve settled on indirect gratitude.

He grins, “Good, looks like someone’s made up their mind.”

Strapping his knife to his belt, he answers with, “10 minutes, give or take.”

“Okay,” your eyes dart elsewhere, to the trees and the frosted-over lakes presumably, “then I won't take long.”

“Sure thing!” he chirps. His boots dent the snow with his trail as he trudges through it.

C00lk1dd stops in his tracks.

“Just don't keep me waiting, old friend.”

#trud #the robloxia until dawn #tr:ud #trud x reader #the robloxia until dawn x reader #trud c00lkidd #tr:ud x reader #c00lkidd trud #trud-hub-writes #guesswno my fav killer is chat

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trud-hub · 20 days ago

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do you read any fics for trud on ao3? I personally love the ones from 4uni for the crossover fics they have but i wanna know which ones you enjoy too!

4UNI MENTIONED I LOVE THEIR CROSSOVER FICS TOO RRAAAAHHHHHHH

alsooo,, i love "coolkidd gets poked in the eyeball by the Sun real not fake" by mascarerii and "the cool gang" by ImTryingtoLive!! first one has super awesome prose and characterisation, second one has funni uno night and funni dynamics between the killers

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trud-hub · 24 days ago

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ch1nakidd

THOSE COLORS?? WOAH??

i love chinak1dd please more chinak1dd 🥺🙏

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trud-hub · 25 days ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- he doesn’t chase. not right away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#trud #the robloxia until dawn #trud x reader #tr:ud x reader #the robloxia: until dawn x reader #the robloxia until dawn x reader #trud x you #trud c00lk1dd #tr:ud c00lk1dd x reader #trud c00lk1dd x reader #c00lk1dd x reader #WOAH another trud xreader in the wild??? nice one #welcome child 😎 very lovely writing #i feel ur pain tumblr's a bitch

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trud-hub · 26 days ago

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IM FREAKING OUT THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL???

ONLY SAW IT 23 DAYS LATER WHY DID TUMBKR NOT NOTIFY ME ABOUT THIS 💔💔💔💔💔💔

I WILL HANG THIS ON THE TALLEST SPOT OF MY FRIDGE

THERE R (HAPPY) TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY CHEEKS RN

I AM SO SORRY I AM SO SO SORRY I DID NOT SEE THIS 😭😭

Sorry for the anon ask again but is request open?? If it is can I please request c00lk1dd x reader....perchance...I really love how you wrote him🫡🫡

This is up to your imagination, what reader is up to you, I would say fluff to angst because..angst🥳🥳

—from 🌻 anon<3

"The Afterglow of a Sun Long Burnt Out"

--TRUD!C00lk1dd x Survivor!Reader

"The Afterglow of a Dying Sun"

--TRUD!C00lk1dd x Survivor!Reader

notes: 🌻anon tysm for requesting this!! i have this storyline that's been on my mind for quite some time now

c00lk1dd will have his old personality since i assume that's what you prefer. one-shot format as well. survivor!reader too to maximize the angst 😈

this might be the last time u guys see nicek1dd tho lmao, unless someone specifically requests otherwise

WARNINGS: angst, 1 singular swear word, gory descriptions during angst part (keyword is: “failed to connect to server” if u want to skip), OOC characters

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Rows of flower columns, beautifully arranged by nature herself, stay untouched by griefers and exploiters. Trees in sizes large enough to provide shade, but short enough to let sunlight pass through, are scattered across the meadow. The air carries a fresh, spring breeze that revitalizes those who breathe it in. Over the dozens of meadows C00lk1dd has shown you, the one in Prairie Blocks is his favorite.

When you aren’t participating in Underground War competitions, and he isn’t busy tending to his flowers; he takes you to this secluded spot under his favorite tree. There, you two would chat for hours. The conversations are mostly led by you, but he doesn’t mind listening whilst he fiddles with an array of flowers.

Today was one of those days. You have taken your place beside him, back against the rough tree bark, as you start talking — rapidly shifting topics as you do so. Meanwhile, he weaves you a crown made of fresh sunflowers, blue poppies, and dew-kissed leaves. His fingers intricately interlock each stem with one another. His free hand comes into contact with yours, lingering for seconds that endure for a bit too long, to retrieve more flowers for his flower crown. There’s a keen focus in his eyes that stays unbroken as he does so. The melody of your voice pushes him on further.

“—while they were distracted, I took their flag and ran. My heart was pounding like crazy, you won’t believe how many of them were chasing after me.”

“Sounds intense.” He murmurs, linking the daisy with the rest of the flowers.

“It was! I would have almost made it back to base, had it not been for this Bloxxer fellow.” You huff, a sour expression on your face.

“Bloxxer, huh?” A rose falls out of place. C00lk1dd curses under his breath and works on reattaching it.

“He’s skilled — which I respect by the way — but you don’t hear me shoving my wins in people’s faces- Oof!” An apple falls on your head with a loud thump. Massaging the sore spot on your head that was hit, you whine.

The flower crown is set aside as C00lk1dd moves to check up on you, placing a gentle hand on your forearm.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He asks with a tinge of worry.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Don’t worry.” You sigh.

“Stupid gravity…” The tree felt the weight of your anger condensed in one, heavy punch; only for it to return said anger to you tenfold.

“OOUCH!” Splinters and small fragments of wood bark get lodged into the side of your fist, accompanied by a large, red, dull ache. He flinches at the sight, the furrow between his brows deepening.

“Sorry, I know. I know that was stupid — Ughhh.” Lamenting your recklessness, you cradle your hand. Now the pain is in several places rather than one. As if your set of humiliating losses today wasn’t enough.

With a sigh, he places the affected hand in the palm of his red one. The splinters are long, having stuck themselves deep in your skin. Luckily, rivers are abundant in Prairie Blocks. He shouldn’t have a hard time finding one.

“There’s a nearby riverbank.” C00lk1dd takes the flower crown he had previously neglected, slipping it through his arm. Droplets of dew cling to his skin as the plants rustle against it.

“Let’s go wash up your wounds first, then we’ll pull the splinters out.” He pulls you up, then sets course for the river. You follow suit.

“Hoo boy…” Anxiously, you grip the hem of your shirt.

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Following a painful extraction session, he plucks the last needle-like fragment out of your skin. It leaves a sharp stinging in its wake, but it is finally over. The splinter is tossed into the ground along with the others.

“Phew! Thanks. That took forever.” It had only dragged on much longer than it needed to because you kept flinching, but C00lk1dd’s willing to omit that detail. Hands outstretched, you collapse onto his lap, your hair spilling onto his legs in an unruly fashion. There’s a stiffness that overtakes his body, and he looks away.

“...Please don’t punch any more trees.”

You chuckle, “That was a one-time thing!” lightly jabbing him. Your joy is infectious. Against all odds, he joins you in your hysterics. In the midst of it all, his body relaxes against yours.

When the laughter dies down, all goes quiet. For once, you don’t fill the silence with words. You let it be. C00lk1dd cards his fingers through your hair.

His fingers suddenly retreat. The sound of shuffling is heard as you hear him mumble incoherent words under his breath, before a floral headdress obscures your vision. It rests in an asymmetric position on your head.

“Oh?” You push it slightly above your eyes and look at him with raised brows.

“S-sorry.” Your friend fixes it with shaky fingers, which brush past your own as you retrieve the flower crown.

“Is this for me?” A smile blooms on your face. It’s a harmony of yellows, blues, and greens; a lovely handiwork. You’re careful not to damage any of it.

“Mhm.”

“Huh… so that’s what you were so focused on all this time.” You wear the gift with pride.

“Thank you.” You utter, the usual crescendo in your voice mitigated by a rare solemnity.

He doesn’t reply further, and his hands return to the place on your head. Birds fly home to their nests, owls come out of hiding. A gentle breeze, nature’s hand, lightly touches your cheek. It’s late. You soften into his touch, before your breathing steadies. Within minutes, your eyelids flutter shut — your hands lethargic.

After you stop moving, he gently pokes your cheek to confirm you’re asleep. You are, and you’re out cold. The serene scene on his lap makes the butterflies come back. They flit in his stomach, urging him to say something. In your slumber, C00lk1dd whispers words he would never have the courage to say while you were conscious.

“I love you.”

The sun sinks deeper below the horizon; its orange hue bleeding into the sky. The moon runs after it in an impossible chase. Day and night cannot co-exist, such is the will of fate.

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FAILED TO CONNECT TO SERVER. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

-91 SECONDS LEFT-

“Uhh, is the timer broken or?”

“C00lk1dd…”

“Get your head in the game! We have to hold that little shit off.”

Voices blend into the background. Figures contort into blurry shapes. Crimson hue envelops his vision. Every vein in his body boils with an anger that cannot be quelled, like a dormant volcano that has waited years to erupt. Today, it does. And it overflows.

Kill.

Adrenaline fuels C00lk1dd’s movements, with it he lunges at the first person he sees. At a speed quicker than he can perceive, a resounding swish pierces through the air; and a sword is jabbed in his right arm. New flesh twists and writhes, growing in place of the wound seconds later. The sword wielder is quick and agile, but so is C00lk1dd. When his prey can no longer run, he tears him apart limb by limb. Bones crack, ligaments tear, skin detaches from tendons. Raw red muscle is exposed. The screaming dies down quickly.

Kill.

A rocket explosion rings in his ear, but it misses him by just an inch. The projectile reveals the location of his next victim, who hides behind a wall. In a panic, the man fiddles with his launcher in a desperate attempt to reload it. By the time he is able to get another missile in, it is far too late. C00lk1dd is at a proximity too close for any ranged attack to be effective. Black tentacles burst out of the survivor’s back. He fights against it, grabbing tightly onto the appendage that pierced his chest. It is of no avail — the survivor falls limp. Blood stains the ground red as his corpse lands on the ground with a harsh thud.

KILL…

One survivor left. His Patience is soon to run out — he has no time to waste. On a bridge littered with shattered glass, he eyes you down. For a reason he can’t quite name, an inexplicable feeling washes over him. A distant ache in his chest, a pounding in his head, and the slight tremble in his hands. As if his body is trying to remind him of memories he can’t recall. He thinks it’s fear: fear of your composure, fear of the way you seem to predict every move of his, fear of the sad, nostalgic look in your eyes that mirrors his own.

So isn’t fear supposed to push him away from you?

Lost in his own thoughts, C00lk1dd fails to block the imminent attack of your swuvle. The longing he once felt is quickly snuffed out, replaced by the insatiable rage and bloodlust that had overtaken him before. Whoever you may be, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a survivor.

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Moonlight, barely enough, faintly guides your path. Your pulse hammers against your ribs; powered by the clash of longing and dread. Millions of panicked thoughts run through your mind like a stampede of wild animals.

The footsteps behind you intensify. A large shadow looms over you, and you grip your swuvle in anticipation.

CLANG!

You block the attack in time, delivering one of your own as your swuvle makes contact with his skull. His agony is your own, but you can’t afford to let him win. Not this time.

Razor-sharp silver punctures through several layers of your skin in the process. You clench your jaw tightly and retreat, hoping to find some coverage while C00lk1dd is stunned. He recovers faster than you do — dashing after you at an inhumane pace.

In the midst of running, a burning sensation blooms on your back. You ignore it and keep running.

Until the pain hits.

And it hits hard, bringing you to your knees. It robs you of all your strength, the swuvle on your side falling with a clink. The sting multiplies tenfold when the knife leaves your body, and you’re kicked to the ground. Petals descend as your flower crown falls in front of you.

Most of the flowers had wilted, if not fallen out. The stems no longer hold it in place. Still, you reach out to it in your dying breath.

“Who gave that to you?” C00lk1dd’s sharp voice interrupts.

Crimson droplets varnish the faded colors of sunflowers, roses, and poppies.

In uneven breaths, you answer, “...Someone I love.”

When your hand falls slack, the man walks over to the flower crown and frees it from your unnaturally tight grip. Upon closer inspection, he realizes that the choice of flora felt familiar.

His vision fogs once more, yet this time it is not because he has fallen into another blinding rage.

Ironic.

You just had to die under a tree, huh?

#trud #trud c00lkidd #trud x reader #the robloxia until dawn #c00lkidd trud #tr:ud #THIS IS BEAUTIFUL #I AM SO LATE??? 😭😭😭#vro im going to bed os haopu 😭😭😭😢😢#sorry for excessive caps im actuallu SO happy

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trud-hub · 27 days ago

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not a request but,,

i really like your personality hcs for c00lk1dd, and i saw you might do for other killers too, so,,,,, erm-

ofc i know they are closed so its completely up to you if you want to do it, just saying i'd like to see more of that,,,

keep up ur good work + take care of yourself !!

CHARACTER HCs FOR TRUD!GUEST 666

note: YES ANON oh my goodness you do not know how THANKFUL i am for this ask!!!! i was gonna do another one tho i forgot...

butttt now that ive closed reqs (im so sorry for the last 2 that i didnt finish...), i have more time to post the other stuff i like 🙏 might revamp c00lk1dd's in the future with the new info i have

for now ill just do 666, saving john doe and 1x1x1x1 for later

take care of urself too!!

warning: don't take these stupid little HCs too seriously lmao, i based it off of canon but im only theorizing here

Let's start off with her confirmed abilities: Clockwork said that she's good at strategizing and working alone

I'd say she's reserved, cunning, indifferent, selfish, and nihilistic. I'll walk you through my reasons for each, one by one

Reserved = Revealing too much of yourself makes you vulnerable to others. As a master strategist, Guest 666 knows better than to spill her secrets

Cunning = And it is because she keeps to herself, that she is able to exploit those who don't. 666 is a killer who relies on her wits rather than brute strength; I headcanon that she punishes those in the Banlands through emotional manipulation

She appears friendly to newcomers. Someone who can help them wade through this hellish inferno. But when her victim slips up — divulges something sensitive that they shouldn't have, she uses it to guilt trip and break them. Words are sharper than knives, and 666's is well polished

Indifferent = Clockwork says that he's uncertain if Sixes can feel sympathy. Considering the nature of her occupation, I don't think Guest 666 can at all. Especially not for her victims. The people who end up in the Banlands are exploiters who torment players for fun. It is her job to condemn them with the same kind of ruthlessness they had

Selfish = Speaking of her job, it is one of the only things she cares about besides herself. Hell is home to sinners, and 666 was born and raised in its fires. What use is kindness when there is nobody deserving of it? How can she apply compassion outside of using it as a tool? She would find those notions ridiculous

Nihilistic = For her strongest want is to punish the banished, and even then it is a desire bound by duty and not by passion. However horrible and monotonous her life may be, she does not seek anything better — because to her, "anything better" does not exist in the first place

And this, this is the crack that 1x1x1x1 utilized to get 666 to their side. Let me explain

Canonically, she is a warden. Wardens are in charge of overseeing a specific place or thing. In this case, it's the Banlands

However, it's also someone — rather something else that she protects

The realm of the forgotten is the Banlands; the Adversary is 1x1x1x1. Robloxians rumor that their freedom would bring glory to Okodomos (otherwise known as Robloxia)

"If only the warden could be taken out of the picture..." implies that Guest 666 is an obstacle to freeing 1x. She could have been the one in charge of ensuring he doesn't escape

Since the Xploit still happened, there's no doubt she failed. But how?

Instead of tempting her, it convinced her. 1x indulges in the desires of people in order to manipulate them, but 666 wants and needs nothing.

People who have never dreamed do not fantasize, so they appealed to her rationale

Rather, it was more of a warning.

Someday, they will escape from their prison and no divine intervention will stop it. A great cataclysm will follow in their path

He gave her an ultimatum: either she free him herself and serve directly under him, or he does it himself

666 is no fool. She bows to no master.

But it was no mere threat, for the events that 1x had foreseen came to life: Robloxians stopped respawning, a new virus ravaged the Overworld —even the Admins themselves were powerless to what had transpired

There was no other way.

On May 25, 2010, Guest 666 unleashed an unstoppable force that she swore to protect the world from.

#trud #the robloxia until dawn #tr:ud #guest 666 #1x1x1x1 #did u guys know that may 25 2010 is when the original 1x1x1x1 account was compromised #now u know #also i had SOO MUCH FUN MAKING THIS!!!

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trud-hub · 28 days ago

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Scavenging for TRUD Lore (+ some of my own thoughts)

the robloxia until dawn is getting a hugeeeee lore rewrite incase u didnt know already. im piecing this together with the info i've collected from mostly the discord server for anyone whose interested!

ill try to update this as much as i can

very messy very bad very rushed... feel free to correct me on any of this, inputs are greatly appreciated

btw anything not taken from the #important-lore channel may not be canon. however, whatever is outside of this channel is from clockwork (trud's writer)'s words unless clarified otherwise

even then everything here is subject to change sooo:

#trud #the robloxia until dawn #tr:ud #1x1x1x1 #guest 666 #jane doe #john doe #brickbattler #bloxxer #drakobloxxer #c00lkidd #trud c00lkidd #guest #noob #shedletsky #builderman

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trud-hub · 1 month ago

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looks at you with wet sopping eyes

can we get sum mor coolkid x reder fluff by chanc... we ar starbiiinngggg

fel fre to skip

“Bile”

--TRUD!Past!C00lk1dd x Reader

notes: coming up with a storyline and characterizing c00lk1dd properly drove me INSANE 🥀🥀 im sorry if its bad, i still hope you can enjoy it tho !! criticisms welcome bc the amount of plot holes here would trigger someone's trypophobia

WARNINGS: swears, possibly inaccurate descriptions of adhd (dont be afraid to tell me if i get anything wrong), death threat

wc: 2.6k

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Most days, C00lk1dd retreats to the embrace of his floral sanctuary — a place where nobody can bother him. The sunflowers and zinnias are old friends of his that understand him the most. Conversations held in silence are more meaningful than those plugged with unnecessary words, which is why he’s reluctant to share the garden’s serenity with other people. However, he makes an exception for a certain person who occupies the space nearest to his heart. You.

Your voice does not clash with the sounds of nature. It harmonizes. So long as you are with him, the garden needs nothing else to be complete.

Be that as it may; his tools and equipment, however durable they may be, are long overdue for a replacement. His shovel is decapitated, his wheelbarrow is paralyzed, and his lawn mower has taken its last breath. No gardener can keep a flower alive with their will alone, lest they’re 2x2 themselves. The situation has evicted him out of his home and forced him to look for a decent hardware store.

Unfortunately, the nearest one happens to be in the busy, bustling metropolis of Bloxity — Robloxia’s capital and hub. Wherever there are people; swarms of a hundred smells, sounds, and sensations follow. They’re overall nuisances; buzzing around like flies that he can’t catch.

In spite of this, C00lk1dd is determined to ensure the wellbeing of his plants. They are his purpose, his source of respite, and his pride. You’re determined as well, insisting on going to BloxWare in his stead, knowing too well of how he reacts in crowded places. That idea of yours planted seeds of doubt in his mind: what if it made him rely on you so often that his confidence grew stale? It sparked a disagreement between you two, one that either side was reluctant to give up.

Eventually, you came up with a compromise. He’ll go to Bloxity, but you’ll come along with him. That way, the errand becomes less daunting and he gets to be independent. Hesitantly, he agreed, though it was mostly the thought of being able to spend time with you that swayed him.

Maybe, he tried convincing himself, this was for the better.

…

Now, more than ever, he is grateful for your persistence.

As if the traffic on the way to the city wasn’t enough, he has to deal with people this early. Generalizing like this isn’t fair, he knows, but it’s difficult not to call out the pattern of ill-tempered drivers in Bloxity. One cursed him out, the other kept honking at him for not defying the speed limit, and this one almost crashed into him.

“Jerk.” You sneer, glaring at the silhouette of the aforementioned driver who replies with a crude hand gesture.

Barrages of insults pile up at the tip of C00lk1dd’s tongue. But instead of letting them spill out, he forces them down his throat before they make a bigger mess of things.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

They’re no longer here; there’s no point in clutching shards of glass. He knows better than this.

“Those people sure are something…” Your palm warms the tempest of his anger, and his breathing steadies.

Wordlessly, he pulls the gear stick forward and continues driving. As he passes through the bridge, the number of cars slowly diminishes, making the road more bearable to navigate through. The city’s vast expanse becomes more apparent the closer he gets; it’s clear the map didn’t do Bloxity’s size justice. A light breeze hits his cheek, the same one combs through your hair.

“Just one hardware store in a place as big as this?” You mutter, craning your neck to get a better scope of the city.

“Apparently.” His pupils flit around but land nowhere.

Bloxmart is front and center, followed by a train station packed with people impatient to get to their destination. Clothing shops, diners, and houses follow. Billboards boast the emergence of the new BloxWare store but lack directions.

He glances at the rear-view mirror, “Could you check the map?”

“Ah, yeah— okay. Let me just—” Shuffling through your satchel, you retrieve a copy of Bloxity’s map. It crinkles in the wind, which threatens to take it away. He hears you muse a few unintelligible phrases (the only ones he can decipher are your complaints about the city’s complex layout) to yourself.

“This is it? …I think.”

When he gets to an empty lane, C00lk1dd stops his car by the side of the road. With your finger, you trace the path the two of you are meant to take. It stops at a blue building.

“Should be pretty close, just gotta make some turns after Ro-Avenue.”

Upon closer inspection, the map omits a few key landmarks and buildings that you both encountered.

“...Are you sure this map is accurate?” He asks, unsure.

“Not really,” you chuckle nervously, “but this is the most recent one according to the vendor who sold it to me.”

“Plus—” You point out the nearby structures that the map had gotten correct.

“See?”

“If you say so.” His eyes get to work memorizing the route. Straight ahead, left after the first skyscraper, right after the next…

From the corner of his vision, you riskily near his cheek. Only the air kisses you back as all it took was for him to move his head a slight right.

“We’re not doing that here.” He obscures the side of his face.

You feign disappointment, “Awh. Thought you weren’t going to notice.” and with the fall of your shoulders, recline into your seat.

You shove the map into your satchel. Stubborn parts of it seeped out from your bag, but you take care to fold it neatly in place. When C00lk1dd sees you’re ready, the car engine hums to life as he sets his foot on the pedal.

“Later then, maybe?” You suggest with a clumsy wink.

Returning to the steering wheel, your lover’s hands neglect the rosiness of his bare face.

“...when we get home.”

…

Is it some sort of cultural norm that he doesn’t understand? Because the locals have their egos shoved so far up their asses that they regurgitate it in the form of vulgarities and curses. Having gotten lost (for it turns out the map was indeed outdated, your sources are horrible), you and C00lk1dd sought the help of a young woman who bore the gentlest of eyes and carried herself with such poise and elegance most fashion models would envy.

Though, as he has just learned today, the devil can take many forms: including that of a dainty young lady.

“Ma’am, please, we’ll be on our way.” He utters with clenched teeth. His patience grows thinner.

She scoffs, gripping her parasol even tighter, “Do you hasty-witted dolts think that approaching a lady so clearly distressed is anything but inconsiderate?”

“I swear we didn’t know!” You try to reason.

What the woman says next eludes his hearing.

He looks at her with knitted brows, “I’m sorry?”

“I hope your vehicle crashes into a lamp post. Or better yet, you find the courage to surrender yourselves to a bridge. In simpler words that you pillocks can understand: jump off a cliff.”

Awfully generous of her to make such an offer. So generous, in fact, that his fist itched to return the kindness by denting her beauty with purple and blue. But he doesn’t entertain the thought — he's no brute. So be it if she wishes to stoop this low, he’ll keep using the one thing she doesn’t have: basic human decency.

You click your tongue, “She’s a prick but it’s not worth it. Come on.”

One glare from him is all it takes for you to shut up. He is not backing down, especially not after what she just said. Does she think she reserves the right to threaten you after one bad day? For someone with such a refined appearance, she lacks all the courtesy that comes with it. C00lk1dd is very willing to shove the definition of propriety down her throat if that’s what it takes for her to learn.

However, as he readies his own reply, a girl with a magenta-colored bun attempts to stop things from escalating.

“Hey hey hey‐ let's all take a step back.”

She looks familiar.

“Wuh- whah-huh- is… Is that Builderman’s dau—”

…

Jane Doe is a lot more soft-spoken and quiet than her influence would suggest. By some stroke of luck, she managed to convince the hag to let go of the minor grievances (or, well, storm off would be more appropriate in this case.) It still irritates him how she got off with a mere slap on the wrist, but C00lk1dd is glad he’ll never have to see that pompous crone again. Hopefully.

With a lowered head, Jane approaches the two of you.

“I-I’m really sorry. You two aren’t from around here, no?” She asks, an asymmetrical smile on her face.

“Nope!” You reply.

“It doesn't seem very welcoming here.” The comment escapes his restraint.

Jane rubs the back of her neck, “Do forgive me for the residents’ conduct. Everyone’s been on edge for the past few days because of the rumors.”

The mention evokes a slight reaction from him, namely the quirk of his brow.

“Rumors?” You inquire further.

“A group of Robloxians have been spreading hearsay about how the admins have been demolishing people’s homes without their permission.” She fiddles with the strings of her hoodie.

You follow along with periodic nods of your head. “I see.”

“That is why me and my brother are working on clearing panic among the residents.”

He taps your shoulder, stiff in his movements.

You briefly turn in his direction, “Huh? Oh…” —you face Jane with an apologetic look— “Er, we gotta go now. But good luck with that.”

“Ah, right. Apologies for taking up too much of your time, take care.”

This will be the last distraction of the day, he hopes. Fishing out his car keys from his back pocket, C00lk1dd, almost too eagerly, rushes to his car.

“Wait!”

Are you serious?

“Were you two looking for directions to the new hardware store?”

…

Is it even worth it anymore?

BloxWare stood intimidatingly, its height dwarfing most of the small stores in its vicinity. The large, glass windows foreshadow the numerous crowds of customers and employees in the store. His shoulders droop; it’s bad enough outside. Imagine how much he’ll have to put up with once he finally enters the building.

“Staying in the car is always an option. Just give me a list of things to buy, I’ll go get them for you.” You reassure him.

“No.” It comes out a little too harshly, he can tell by the look on your face, which he is quick to correct by clearing his throat.

“Sorry. I can manage.” Sheltering his ears within his ear muffs, the outside ruckus slowly abates.

His hand is squeezed in yours.

…

Aisles of wrenches, screwdrivers, pliers — they all start to look the same. C00lk1dd tries to focus on the tools and equipment he’s supposed to get. Shovels, a watering can, a rake… Sawdust and new lumber scents aggravate his nose. The unoiled wheels of carts produce an earsplitting screech.

“C00lk1dd… You okay?” You let go of a shovel and place it back on the rack.

He’s not sure anymore.

“Have you heard?”

How can he tell you that he is trapped in a room with the gunshots ricocheting off the walls and shooting his ear drums?

“‘Bout what?”

How can he put into words the individual maggots that burrow in the fabric of his sleeves, and about how raking his fingers through his skin does not stop the visceral pain and itch buried under layers of skin that he cannot reach?

“I heard Builderman's children are being sent to cover the whole demolition thing up.”

How can he express how much he wants to curl up in a ball and block out every part of him that sees and senses and hears?

“It’s all a hoax! You people are all stupid.” “This is ridiculous.” “They’re trying to keep us ignorant.” “My friend’s home was destroyed last week…” “The admins have our best interests at heart.” “I don’t even know who to believe anymore.”

C00lk1dd’s eyes retreat under his brows. Anger. Sadness. Skepticism. Conflicting tones and snippets of information bombard him all at the same time. Glaring light from fluorescent tubes blind him. Even as he hides his irises behind his lids, the light pierces through them, intent on ripping his eyes out of his sockets.

One, two, three, four, five …

The man takes a deep breath, trapping your hand in a grip sure to break your knuckles had he not restrained himself. It’s not on purpose — he releases when he realizes — and you must understand how much the world is bent on infuriating him.

Your lover doesn’t know why but the smile on your face irritates him more than it reassures him. Nothing makes sense anymore. He’s mad at everything — those asshole drivers, that entitled bitch. You. And by extension himself.

Because he knows you deserve his anger the least.

The words that escape your lips are disorganized syllables, but he registers the wind chimes that bid you farewell.

Leather cushions his back. A car engine starts.

The intimidating skyscrapers morph into chaotic blobs. Roads and highways stretch on for longer than they should. Lamp posts form bright, four-pointed stars.

But they get farther. And farther.

Until the sights are shrouded by the trees and hills. The car stops at the foot of one of these mounds with a sudden halt. C00lk1dd thinks he’s dreaming, he hopes he is, but the prickly grass that retreats beneath the wheels are clearer than the ones his mind concocts. So do the mildew that color the leaves a grainy white.

You lead him away.

You come to a sudden halt, before you push his shoulders down — ushering him to sit. Chary, the man does so, and a suffocating pressure that drives his arms to the sides of his chest ambushes him from behind. C00lk1dd flinches at first, glares next, and ultimately gives in to that expression of yours.

He hadn’t even noticed he had been crying until you wiped away his tears. In a low, non-invasive tone, you whisper, “We’ll stay here for as long as you need.”

…

Hours pass — he’s not sure how many but you assure him that it isn’t plenty. Domineering colors, textures, and sights harmonize, instead of clash. The world slows down to a pace he can keep up with.

Sighing, C00lk1dd shelters his head beneath your chin and kisses your jaw, “...’m sorry.”

“Hm?” You tilt your head to the side, meeting his vision.

“I overreacted.”

“Now all our efforts…” —he looks toward the colorful lights highlighted by the night sky in the distance, hugging his knees closer to his chest— “...have gone to waste. The store has closed by now, and it means we have to stay longer in this godforsaken city.”

“Getting overwhelmed is not your fault.” Your arms lazily drape around his shoulders.

“None of what has happened today is, but you've handled it the best you could.”

“And if we have to wait? Fine by me, I'll be patient. After all, I've always been here for you, haven't I?”

For the first time today, he smiles. It's subtle. It's quick. But it's there.

He closes the distance between your foreheads.

Worries, doubts, and unanswered questions linger in his mind, but he’ll let them plague him another day. Right now, he clasps a hand on the side of your face and captures the confused parting of your lips with his own.

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