Zaychik ( Indefinite Hiatus. )

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This is also a follow up to the fact that, Yes! I'm still writing for forsaken! Its just that I've been genuinely focusing on my health and well being recently, but I have genuinely started to progress through the fic!

I'm still kinda burnt out when it comes to writing, and I feel really bad especially since i've been saying that it would come out soon so please do bear with me (；′⌒`) But I think I'm able to start actually doing work considering my health itself is improving!

For now.. Please have these art's I've made as a bit of a compensation (*/ω＼*)

I've just been drawing characters for my friends in particular! As well as playing with them and much more. More on this, I'll probably start accepting for draw requests as soon as I finished all the 12 requests.

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Usually, you were never the type to lash out on people. You were known as the laid-back, easygoing type of individual. Especially considering your abilities were on the support side of things, granting others speed and other buffs to help them get out of a chase.

However, this very match seemed to get under your nerves. 1x1x1x1 has been targeting you the whole round. You're practically on life support, and you can't seem to find any other teammates that could've helped you. Seriously, where were the Sentinels and Survivalists that can either stun the killer or tank a hit for you via body blocking? And most of all, where were the Supports that are meant to heal and help you?

You have practically been looping and kiting the killer for 3 minutes, and even 1x1x1x1 themselves seemed to be amused by your situation as well. All of this struggling, and you finally managed to find your teammates all cuddled up in one corner of the map, emoting and conversing with one another as if the killer was friendly this round. Which was not the case considering your situation.

You didn't know what happened, you just reacted on instinct as you ran up to Elliot. Limping and stumbling, yet you managed to stay balanced throughout before grasping his shoulders tight, paired with a glare that would've killed the very person you were looking at if looks could kill, as the whole chaos stopped around you.

"Elliot, with ALL due respect, GIVE ME THE FUCKING PIZZA."

Although in your perspective, your tone was perfectly fine. To others perspective though, not quite as your whole voice echoed throughout the map. Hell, even 1x1x1x1 had to stop there as silence befell upon the crowd.

Realizing how tight you were gripping onto Elliot's shoulders, you let go of him. Yet still out of breath as you looked at him with a blank expression, waiting for that goddamn pizza. It was safe to say after the pause, Elliot managed to pull out a slice of pizza from the pizza box he took out, but you ignored the slice of pizza he was handing you as you took the whole entire box instead before turning around and walking away, leaving all of them with silence in the air.

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Elliot.

To be completely honest with you, He didn't even know that it wasn't a friendly round, and after that whole scene he couldn't help but feel shaken up yet also guilty about it.

After all, ever since he was transported in this realm he doesn't really have any other job other than healing now. Your sudden outburst just reminded him how he once again failed to be decent at the only job he had to uphold at the moment, and that because of his own ignorance it leaded to you, a usually laid back and pretty kind individual to lash out like that.

The other survivors had to check up on him after both the scene and the match, trying to reassure him that it was alright. Trying to convince him that it was all just a simple misunderstanding. Yet he can't really focus on the others words right now, all he was focused on was your battered and bruised figure simply limping away until you went out of sight.

He knows from experience that he shouldn't overthink and overexaggerate things, but how can he not when all this time you've treated him with respect and benevolence, and all of that finally seems to snap and those emotions felt like it was directed towards him?

After that match, he couldn't really face you until the next day. You went up to him, apologizing and even offering to help cook the batch of pizza's he usually makes alone early in the morning to ready up for the rounds later. He lets you do so, as this bonding experience with him made way for you to be able to talk with one another about what happened yesterday. He felt a bit better once you did confirm it was just a sudden burst of emotions, and that it wasn't any bad grudges held against him.

During future matches, he became even more attentive to the Survivors health. As well as the situation of the current round whether it was a friendly round or not. He has to check not once, not twice, but THRICE make sure the round is completely safe and he can relax after that.

He made sure to give you the bigger slices after that too, even when you were over it and even apologized to him for the outburst, he didn't want to see you lash out again. Especially after all you've done for not only him, but every other survivor as well.

"...Don't be joking around like that, here have a slice. I don't mind if your HP is around 70%, just eat up alright? You should really take care of yourself more often."

007n7.

He was shocked when he saw you ran up to Elliot, battered and bruised so badly. He didn't really participate with the others activities and just awkwardly stood at the corner, considering he didn't really have a stable and good relationship with them if you weren't in the picture. He felt bad after that, especially when he out of everybody could've noticed it so easily that you weren't there. Instead, he was just caught in his own grief and problems to notice yours. After you left with the box of pizza, he silently left the others as well, trailing behind you. The others wouldn't notice him gone either way, as he made sure to leave a clone behind to act like him even if its just for a little while.

He found you just sitting on an unfinished generator eating the pizza slices alone. An unfamiliar frown is seen across your face, an expression that usually isn't seen with an individual like you. Despite his cowardice, he mustered up the strength to go up to you, just silently placing down a medkit right beside you before pushing it a bit towards you. He didn't make any conversations, kneeling down at the side of the generator as he started fixing it. When you did take the medkit, he looked up noticing how different you looked now. You were back to being okay now at least, and that was good. He didn't talk until he finished the rest of the generator, standing up as he kept you company for the whole duration of the round. "...You can talk to me about it if you want to. Whether you do talk or not is entirely up to you, but I'm just letting you know I wouldn't mind to listen if you do." He offered, remembering the times how you let him talk to you about his own grievances and problems. Its about time he returned the favor to the very person that wasn't afraid to interact with him even with the knowledge of his misdeeds.

Builderman.

You were one of the first survivors along with him and Shedletsky to get transported here, and he never actually saw you like this until now.

He had to stop Shedletsky from coming after you, as he knew you needed alone time more than anything. Convincing Shedletsky to check on Elliot first rather than you for now.

He as well didn't participate in the activities, but him, Dusekkar and Guest 1337 was too busy acting as babysitters for all of the other survivors to notice you. So seeing your reaction to your current predicament, he didn't blame you for feeling this way.

Over all probably one of the people on the chiller side, but that doesn't mean he didn't care. After the match, he went straight to you and pulled you outside where he practically scolded you for not opening up more on your real feelings and emotions. But he didn't scold you that harsh, as his scolding faded to a more gentle approach on the situation.

After that scolding, he ushered you to go back to your room as he walked with you until you reached your room and he saw you go in. Footsteps grew distant as you were finally left alone to ponder on his words.

He is in fact, trying his best. He can't really express his gratitude and feelings properly from his own words, so he prefers to express it by actions. He might not be able to give exactly good advice, but he can cook up a pretty darn good meal.

After a while, you would start to smell a delicious scent you were always familiar with and soon enough, he'll be right at the doorstep of your room with a tray of your favorite meals and snacks combined... And maybe one chicken leg under a pile of lettuce that was seemingly sneaked in by someone as well.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come on, eat up. You deserve it after the last round."

Shedletsky.

Definitely feels guilty, after all he was just goofing around not even bothering to check if everybody was there. He almost went after you if it weren't for Builderman stopping him. He could only just watch you as your figure faded away, letting out a sigh as he went up to Elliot to check up on him instead.

After the round, he couldn't really find any other way to comfort you seeing how Builderman was already dragging you away to talk with you in private. The only opening he saw where he could help with was when he saw Builderman cooking.

He knew the man long enough to know why he was doing this, after all when they fought with each other he would always say sorry with a plate of someone's favorite meals. Shedletsky practically already guessed that Builderman probably scolded you just based on this alone.

None the less, taking the initiative he helped with the preparations for the meal and snacks. While Builderman was distracted though, he sneakily placed a chicken leg on the tray. Giggling and laughing to himself while at it as he thought he hid it pretty well.

He felt proud of himself when he saw his coworker was unable to notice the chicken leg when he grabbed the tray and went upstairs to your room. Even doing a little dance after that, Mission Success! He actually did something to help for once!

...He was in fact, not sneaky at all, Builderman caught him but he didn't say anything about it. Acting as if he doesn't see the obvious hidden drumstick under a suspiciously hand-placed pile of lettuce on the tray. He let it slide for the time being, knowing how Shedletsky meant well after all.

As the tray was given to you, you inspected the giant pile of lettuce. Under it was a Chicken Leg, with a little note attached to it as a familiar messy handwriting was on it and it read..

"When ur feeling better, Lets play SFOTH tgt! :D"

Dussekar.

Although Dusekkar doesn't usually involve themselves with sudden scenes like this... He would admit that what all of them did, including him, was quite an ignorant move.

After the match, they weren't quick to check up on you. After all, others were worried about you, there would have to be someone that would calm and reassure them while Builderman and Shedletsky was busy checking up on you.

So the duty of reassuring everybody there went into his hands, taking out the board games at their disposal and helping everyone at least forget about it for the time being. Of course, Guest 1337 offered to help and he did quite greatly appreciate them for doing so.

He may talk in rhymes and riddles, but he was no fool. He was a great observer, observing everybody's mood and behavior during the matches, specifically Elliot's. He made sure everybody was having fun to say the least.

Because of them, everybody eased up more on the situation and understood that no matter what you ended up doing, it was still you and they shouldn't be afraid of your side that was a bit messier than the laid-back, friendly side you usually had that they were used to.

A few days after the incident, you stumbled upon Dusekkar as he seemed to be holding something. It wasn't long before he gave it to you, revealing it to be a Small, Seemingly hand crafted notebook and pen.

"What a lovely moon we have today, for fate to bring us both today. One may request you to write your feelings here, for you're the only one able to acknowledge yourself the most compared to everyone here."

( can you tell I'm bad at making rhymes.. 💔 )

Guest 1337.

Guest 1337 doesn't consider himself that emotional, at least after he got transported here. Yet during that sudden outburst, he couldn't help but sympathize with you a bit.

After you left with the box of pizza, he was the first one to immediately check on Elliot. After all, the poor man was still shakened up even after you left. He didn't expect you to act like that, none of them really did.

After the match, he helped Dusekkar calm the others down knowing Builderman and Shedletsky were already doing something to make you feel better after everything that happened.

He was a man with few words, as he doesn't know how to express comfort through words as well. Although he can give good advice, it was only when survivors needed tips on how to survive the rounds. He can give advice for other means as well, but it wasn't as close to when he's giving advice for surviving. He's in the military after all

Although you didn't notice it at first, After that match Guest 1337 started to be more active when it came to defending you against killers. Giving you a good job once and a while for your supporting efforts, as well as creating a conversation with you when the killer isn't chasing you both.

It practically was a win-win, considering he was able to protect you from the Killer and you were able to help him get away or dodge away from dangerous and lethal attacks with your abilities. killers hate to see you two together during a round and sometimes even leave you alone completely. Although it already happened, he couldn't help but backtrack to that event at one of your conversations with him during a match.

"..I hope you didn't take that situation too heavily, in the end we're all just trying to survive and live to see another day. No matter what happens between any of us shall it be left behind for the coming of a new day, after all it will still be the same people we will see and share company toward one another for as long as we are still in this realm."

Taph.

Although he was the newest survivor, he heard enough from Shedletsky to know what type of person you are. Hell, even Builderman seems to praise you to an extent as well. Considering you were quite the benevolent individual or so he has heard.

During the whole entire fiasco, he was probably one of the few who weren't as affected as much. Probably because he didn't know much about you, but he definitely seemed to notice how the others were shocked to see you act like that.

After the round ended he was still pretty neutral about it, just going along with the others with board games as he watched the chaos slowly come back from before.

After everything settled down and everybody returned to their room to go and rest, he decided to go to the kitchen first to grab a pack of brownies to snack on and that's where he found you, doing the dishes late at night.

He didn't really come up to you, but he did coexist beside you as he searched the drawers and the pantry for any brownies, but just couldn't seem to find any of it on the usual spots he placed them at. Whoever was in charge of cleaning the kitchen last time definitely moved the brownies elsewhere..

You noticed this, and after you finished washing the dishes you offered help finding it and soon enough, you were able to locate the brownies on the very top shelf of the pantry itself. Making sure to grab it an give it to him while at it.

He looked at the pack of brownies and back at you for a while, before he opened them and gave you one. Probably as a thanks for helping him as after you took it he grabbed the rest to himself as he left the kitchen, up to his room.

That was actually the first interaction you both made to one another and you couldn't help but feel better, looking at the brownie he gave you. It gave a sense of comfort along with it, probably for the events that happened earlier.

Chance.

He found himself caught off guard after that, his coin dropping onto the floor as he didn't say anything after a while. Even when you left and the others were checking on Elliot, he stood still for a while thinking about something.

He always known you as a chill and easygoing individual ever since he came here, and you were the easiest person he can get along with because of that. Yet despite that there was something that always felt a bit weird with it, and he didn't know what it was until now.

None the less, after that shock he fixed his hat, adjusting it as he grabbed the coin off the floor and just went ahead and patted Noob on their shoulders, noticing how the poor individual was practically shaken up just by the loud outburst as well.

After the round, he helped lift up the tension between everybody after that, being one of the people to not be affected as much during the outburst. Although he couldn't help but stare in the direction of the hallway for the rooms from time to time, trying to check if you were ever going to go back down.

When you didn't go down, after everybody retreated to their rooms he just silently stayed in his room, his door slightly open to hear anything that will happen outside. Once he heard a door open and footsteps leaving, he checked to see who went out and it was you.

You headed upstairs after finishing up the remaining dishes for today, yet you were greeted with a fluffy surprise at the door as you were greeted with a Big, Fluffy and Grey Bunny Plushie at your door. It didn't take a detective to know who left this, considering there was only one person who used to own a bunny like this outside of this realm. It even had a little note in its mouth.

"Hope you feel better soon."

After that, he never really mentioned anything about it again. Especially when he was with you, he made sure to keep you company when Guest 1337 or Shedletsky wasn't in the rounds. Hell, even got closer to you after that incident. Both of you being able to open up more to one another as time went on. It was probably because both of you already seen each others flaws and errors, being able to bond more closely as the pressure of the other person's judgement for seeing what you are disappears.

After all, if you didn't mind how he acted between good and bad situations, who was he to judge you for lashing out like that?

Noob.

They're probably one of the people who were most frightened about the situation, again, they were used to you being easy-going and taking things pretty well... They didn't really expect you to act like that, but they didn't hold you responsible for the tense situation.

Chance had to calm them down after that, as they didn't know whether to check up on you, Elliot, or just stay silent in the corner. They still feel bad till this day for not being able to help during this time as they watched the others comfort Elliot or defuse the situation while they just stood there, frozen on the spot.

After all, you were still an individual with feelings. They felt really bad after that incident though, especially remembering how battered and bruised you were during it. But they just can't get themselves to stand up and comfort you, no matter how hard they tried. They just can't seem to do anything to help, and they definitely felt bad for not being able to do so once more

They were pretty tense and awkward when they were with you after the incident, stumbling on their own words and unable to hold a proper conversation with you compared to before. You knew it wasn't out of bad intentions, but were you really that scary?

Even in the following day of the aftermath, they were still pretty tense around you. Their perspective of you changed after all, it wasn't in a bad way, but it wasn't really in a good way either. It was just... A different angle of what defined you as an individual. You were more than what they usually expected from you, and they were still trying to adapt to that.

None the less, it was probably after 3-4 days when they finally start warming up to you again. Offering their snacks to you and hanging out with you from time to time as both of you binge-watch shows that were available on the TV together. Even when their snacks tasted too bland for them ever since they got here, whenever they shared it with you it felt like the taste was coming back to them once more. Even if it was for a little while, it takes them to a time where you remind them of someone they used to hold dear to them once more.

"...Well, Its your turn to pick the show now.-- I won't mind any show you pick of course!... As long as it isn't too scary."

Two Time.

They stayed silent during the match, just watching the scene unfold with their eyes as they just blankly stared to you and Elliot. After you left, they didn't really move from their place. But it wasn't because they were shocked or anything, in fact you could say they were even amused by the whole situation as they saw the other survivors scramble to ease up the tension that was created.

They went along with the others as they played with them after the match ended, but they couldn't help but backtrack a few times to what happened earlier. They would be lying if they said they weren't interested in seeing more of that side of yours.

After all, you were pretty much considered to be easy-going and patient within the team. It created a new perspective with how you were as a person outside of what they know about you. It made them feel like there was more than meets the eye when it came to you.

It was like seeing an Angel slowly fall from grace and embrace what they think is right for them to do if you think about it. After all, no matter the situation they think all you need to do was follow and listen to the Spawn, and you'll be guided towards the right path.

Is probably the least affected out of everybody here, they still interact with you like nothing ever happened. Although, if you let them talk about The Spawn to you then it starts becoming entirely something else. Your conversations will slowly turn to Two Time trying to convince you to join them in their religious journey.

Although, if it starts to push over some of your boundaries, you can attempt to ask them to stop. They'll follow your request, But it won't be long before the topic comes back once more, no matter how many times you tell them to do so. To their eyes, you were too gullible and naive to know what's good for you. They believe you can do so much more than with what you know if you just trusted the Deity... Let them help you lead you to the right path, the very path Spawn intended them to help you do so.

"Don't worry, the Spawn is forever patient, you have all the time in the world to think about it. The Spawn will always accept you, all you need to do is just believe in them."

BONUS!

1x1x1x1.

They targeted you first because you were the nearest and fairly annoying to go up against. They can recall the many times they lost a match because of you and your stupid abilities.

Although, during this match she noticed how none of your teammates seemed to have come for you. It wasn't a problem for her though, that just means she'll take you out way more easily compared to the last bunch of moments she tried to do so back then.

He was persistent in his chase, leaving you with only 5 HP until you finally stumbled upon your fellow group of survivors. During the sudden outburst, he couldn't help but pause his movements. After all the times he encountered you, he never once felt a single ounce of hatred within you.

Even after they murdered you multiple times in the most brutal ways possible, they never felt an ounce of hatred from you. Not until right now when it practically just suddenly bursted out of you, an intense set of negative emotions suddenly whirling around you.

Being a creation born from hatred themselves, they would be lying if they said they didn't enjoy this scene. Your negative emotions were something they didn't expect to feel so powerful, it was clear you were holding everything back long ago.

Maybe it was the fact she never felt such emotions within you, that she didn't notice how different it was compared to others. None the less, she could only look at the survivors trying to ease the tension that was left behind after all of it. It was a pathetic sight, she could've laughed at it in a normal situation. But right now, she had her eyes entirely locked onto you as you left.

He watched as you interacted with 007n7, silently feeling your negativity go away once more until none of it was left. He wanted to savor the only few times he would feel this way, and now that it was gone he didn't need to be stalking you. After all, he already extracted a good amount of those emotions and he felt more powerful with it.

They chuckled to nobody but themselves, walking away as they accepted the defeat for once. After all, they just discovered something way more interesting, and they'll use that to their advantage more than anything. Perhaps it won't be so boring after all.

NOTES

Sorry for the wait! I gotten quite sick these past 2 days and is currently dealing with menstruation today so I had to lay back a bit on the posting. I'm feeling better than last time, but I'm still recovering and still dealing with cramps so waiting times will definitely slow down because of it.

If you gave a request, don't be alarmed if I looked like I didn't seem to post anything about it yet! Trust me when I say I'll give an update / post smt abt the ask if I can't be able to write it. So if I haven't replied to your ask yet with a short answer as to why I can't do it, then that means I have accepted the request!

Once again, thank you for your everlasting patience and thank you for reading this fic! ALSO starting today I have decided to start writing for Blocktales as well so hit me with those requests! :3 Once again I hoped you enjoyed it! I also hope that I didn't butcher the writing on any of the characters here.. 💔

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Grasping the Ghostwalker in your hands, you couldn't help but feel proud of yourself. Especially knowing all the things you went through to purify yourself and actually wield it, but you definitely didn't want to experience that again though. Nonetheless, this mission was a success either way as you've already taken down 3 swords. Looking at your collection of cards as you had a triumphant smile. Tossing them into your bag, you laid down on your bed as you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. A lot has happened, and you weren't sure if the next day would go easy on you. Sleeping and being able to rest would be the top priority, and you'll decide head on after you do. Closing your eyes, falling into a deep slumber as for once in your life, you felt at peace.

Something sparked in the corner, Red glitches coming out as the breeze felt colder. Startled by this sudden uneasiness, your eyes opened as you sat back up, looking at the corner of your room yet seeing nothing there. Was it Hatred coming back to haunt you once more? But you could've sworn you purified yourself, so it can't be it. Just what was it? Before you could react, your room started to glitch out and it wasn't long before something started dragging you. Looking down, it was practically a black hole trying to pull you down. Within instinct, you could only grab your bag before you eventually got pulled in, leaded to nothing but darkness once more.

It felt like ages, you didn't know where you were going. It continued on like that until you could finally see something through the abyss of darkness. A light that shined through the dark. Clutching onto your bag, you realized you were falling as the light grew closer and closer until..

CRASH!!-

Groaning in pain, its safe to say that wasn't a great landing. But it wasn't as bad as the other things you've experienced before. Getting up, you noticed you have been transported to a different location. Into a Carnival no less. Looking in your bag, thankfully none of the swords seems to have gotten lost during everything and your cards were still here. Breathing a sigh of relief, you looked around once more, scanning the area. There wasn't much people around, and the Carnival would've looked almost abandoned if it weren't for the fact that the electricity and power seemed to be functioning well enough. As your brain processed everything, you suddenly felt a danger coming towards you, looking at your left before you quickly blocked the strange item that was thrown in your direction. It was a perfect block yet, why did it still hurt? Whoever threw that was definitely strong... Perhaps too strong for you as you looked down, realizing what was thrown at you. A Brick. You've gotten hit with many things in your life, but you didn't expect a literal brick to be easily gliding through the air like that with ease. Hell, it went through a wall too. Who was strong enough to throw a brick that glided through the air like it was nothing and even clipped through a wall? If it weren't for the Training Wheels card that you had equipped, that could've done more damage than expected.

Following the direction of the said brick, you started to hear a few things... Well, only two things really. An explosion and laughter specifically. Reaching the destination, You found yourself looking at two individuals. One is having a suit and a fedora, greatly injured judging by how much he's limping. And one that seemed to be.. a red-like being? They looked like Red Noob but if Red Noob was practically on steroids, that's for sure. Looking at the injured individual, you took the initiative as you pulled out the Ice Dagger, healing both you and the fedora-wearing man.

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This really wasn't a good time, he was the last survivor and all his gun did was explode on him. He looked at c00lkidd as he stumbled backward, trying to roll for more in order to get Hat fix. But instead of any charges, he was left with even more weakness. For once, the smug grin in his face faltered, showing a frown at his sudden unluckiness. He was definitely done for, seeing how c00lkidd was practically about to send him back to the Survivor's Cabin.

Yet, when he expected his demise, he suddenly felt a boost of health out of no where. The fire that c00lkidd inflicted suddenly didn't hurt as bad, he was healed to almost his full health too, helping him tank the hit that was supposed to kill him even with the amount of weakness he had. c00lkidd themselves were surprised as well, looking around before spotting another individual that was far away, holding THE Ice Dagger in their hands. c00lkidd frowned at the Individual, stomping their feet on the ground.

"You're no fun!- You all are cheaters! You guys don't play fair and square anymore!"

They yelled, punching their hand onto the ground as minions started spawning. Chance took the opportunity to leave, running up to the Individual that miraculously saved his life as he grabbed their arm, running off to another part of this damned carnival map. Whoever this person was, they just most definitely saved both him and the win for the survivors.

You successfully ran away...?

As the fedora wearing Individual ran with his hand clutching your arm as it forced you to get out of battle, you couldn't help but look at him. You haven't seen him around, and maybe... Just maybe, he can help you get back home. If not, then at least he might know why you got transported here. As he stopped in a random corner of the map, he was out of breath as he clutched onto his own arm now. Looking at him, you decided to drop your bag onto the ground before opening it and started rummaging through your things. As Cards, Swords, Balls, and other weapons you might have you just simply tossed, trying to find a specific item. Meanwhile, Chance looked at you with surprise as multiple things were flying out from a singular, small travel bag you had. Just how much stuff did you have in there? How did something like a rocket launcher and a huge stack of dynamite even fit inside and what was up with all these cards that you had?- He was definitely confused more than anything, especially considering whoever kept them here in this realm usually took away powerful abilities or items from each survivor to avoid becoming... 'Overpowered.' He had a slight gut feeling, that this Individual wasn't supposed to be here at all.

"..Now, what's up with all of this-"

Chance muttered out, before he was interrupted as you probably found the item you were looking for, standing up as you handed him what seemed to be two slabs of meat. Although it looked edible, it definitely didn't look like it can be steak or porkchop.

"..What is this?-"

"Cooked Whale Meat."

"....What."

Awkward silence befell upon you both as Chance had a look of bewilderment across his face. Cooked Whale Meat? Was this person serious? As much as he would like to refuse, giggling can be heard close by. This individual heard it and just shoved the two slabs right in his mouth, nearly choking him but he somehow managed to consume all of it. He felt a lot better, his stamina felt greater and his HP restored 50 HP.. Nevermind his doubts, This Cooked Whale Meat actually saved his life and it tasted pretty decent too. Looking at the Individual once more, they scrambled up to get their things that they threw around the ground earlier. Footsteps grew closer, and Chance started flipping his coin once more. His smug smile coming back as he fixed his hat and had his gun on stand by. c00lkidd popped out as he held a familiar looking sword before dashing forward to the Individual.

"There you are!"

Finally finishing up the mess you made as you shoved it all back in your bag, you heard someone yell as you could only look to the right, seeing the Red Noob look-a-like from earlier starting to lunge at you with a sword... And it didn't seem to be a normal sword either, you could've sword that was the Firebrand sword as well. What was that doing there in this person's hands?- Before you can only close your eyes, attempting to dodge the attack until a gun shot ran through the air. c00lkidd's attack was interrupted as they let out a pained cry, stumbling backward as they covered their face.

"I'm telling dad!"

the more you noticed, they genuinely sounded like a child. you didn't know how they came to be the very thing they are today, but you knew this.. thing didn't have bad intentions. You could only look at the man that you helped once more as he pointed a gun at them. The man could only look at you with a grin, tipping his fedora to you.

"..Take it as a small thanks to the little stunt you pulled earlier, Little Angel. Its a shame that we don't have much time to know one another, but its clear you're never supposed to be here, aren't ya?"

The man said, looking at you. Though you couldn't see his eyes, you knew he was an observant and definitely a smart guy. He looked up, causing you to look up as well to see a timer above your heads. It had 10 seconds left on it.

"..Well, It's great meeting ya. The name's Chance by the way, remember that when we meet again won't you? You owe me a name for the next time we meet, Little Angel."

"Wait!-"

You exclaimed, looking at him with confused eyes. You still had many questions about everything that just happened. Yet compared to your panic-stricken expression, he simply looked at you with a carefree smile. Although you didn't even know the man, his way of speaking and that smile definitely already stirred butterflies in your stomach, but there was an underlying sense of sympathy you couldn't grasp yourself. Was it the sudden realization of their situation? Or was it simply the fact that there was an intuitive feeling telling you there was more than meets the eye? nonetheless, c00lkidd themselves were starting to recover from the gunshot, but there was barely any time left for them to attempt to win as everything went black.

[ THE ROUND HAS ENDED. ]

Survivors Won.

The moment you opened your eyes again, you found yourself on the floor of your bedroom. What the hell just happened? Your heart was still racing and beating loudly from everything that happened, and you were clutching onto your bag as well. You were sure that wasn't a dream, it felt too real to be one. Was your mind playing tricks on you? You didn't know yourself. Well, you were back home now but you were just left with questions you couldn't answer yourself.

Getting up from your floor, groaning in pain as you held your head that ached in pain. You could only practically think about what happened earlier. Chance... That was his name. Why was he getting chased by something like that? You had many questions, but you could only think back to the carefree smile he gave you. As if everything that you experienced with him was just a normal day to him. That was definitely a weird experience, and you weren't sure if you should tell the others about it. But you were most definitely clearing things up with Shedletsky, remembering how that kid seemed to hold the Firebrand sword... But before you could even process more of the things that happened, a striking pain attacked you on your head as you groaned in pain once more. Maybe the exhaustion is getting to you, your first priority should probably be to get medicine or something to relieve this headache first...

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Meanwhile, a certain fedora wearing man was found sitting at the table. Getting bombarded by his teammates questions about what happened during the round. Specifically more on Shedletsky and Builderman, they probably spectated and noticed what the individual had as well. As the questions died out one by one as he answered and explained the situation, he was finally left alone after a while. He could only look at his hands, holding a certain card he sneakily picked up during the chaos.

A Clover Card was in his hands, labeled Lucky Start from behind it. He was right about his intuition about that Individual not belonging here, and he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed by it. Although he wouldn't wish anyone the experience he's going through right now, that certain individual felt interesting enough. Especially considering they had Three out of the Seven of the SFOTH swords, they could've probably been a big help to know what exactly was going on. Nonetheless, he kept his head high. Putting the card he picked up in his pocket once more as he looked out the window of the cabin, looking at the stars that never went away due to the time of day always being night. Who knows what fate had in store for him, but he sure did hope he'd meet them again one day. After all, they still owe him a name.♡

@lucky-traveler! Tysm for requesting and giving a wonderful idea!

READERS POV.

Each day was the same as always. wake up, get ready, go to work, come back home, eat, sleep.. Although you were grateful to be able to actually work at Roblox World HQ, the work that was assigned to you was starting to burn you out a bit. Looking at your own desk of piled and messy papers, you couldn't help but feel even more exhausted.

It all started on the sudden disappearance of the Administrators of Roblox, and it wasn't just an easy task either. After that, there has been a chain of disappearances that began a few months back, starting with some admins like Builderman and Shedletsky, then a top employee of the Builder Brother's Company disappeared. More over a big problem considering a big portion of the works at a Pizza Place suddenly slowed and that said employee was actually the son of one of the builder brother's, then right after was another Administrator, Dusekkar.. Then it just kept going, ranging from either Administrators or Normal Robloxians that were just trying to live a normal life and It was just a lot to take in. Who ever was causing these disappearances didn't seem to only go after Big Models for the community or Normal Robloxians too, as even robloxians that were banished to the Banlands suddenly disappeared as well. Such as 1x1x1x1, John Doe, 007n7.. you name it.

This was a genuine problem for the state of Robloxia, it dug itself deep to the point where your own superior, Roblox themselves doesn't know anything about the situation nor can they even get anything to start as an investigation. You could only glance at the Missing Posters that were at the center of your desk, seeing the familiar faces too much every day you go to work. Like this casino owner named Chance, or this sleeveless shirt with a spawnpoint symbol wearing civillian, named Two Time.. Okay, now that you think about it their names sound pretty weird, but that wasn't the point nor was it uncommon, especially knowing Robloxia's very odd law when it comes to names.. You weren't even supposed to be here at this time. It was already late at night, and usually your shift ends during the afternoon or so. You were practically the only person in the office of your batch, and it gave a empty feeling that setted in you once more. Although you practically did have a great work and future ahead of you, it was hard to interact with other co-workers in the office or to just other people in general knowing how the social hierarchy works. Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk. Especially knowing you had a bigger problem at your hands, but that sounds like a problem for future you as you decided then and there that enough work was done for today. You were definitely not staying in this office for any longer, stretching your body as you cracked a few joints.. Feeling your body finally relax after a while. Genuinely, whichever deity was looking upon you right now.. You hoped that every single one of these missing people will come back soon. Technically, its not for the selfish reason of finally being able to lay off work after a while but it's to also ease the tension and fright within the Town of Robloxia itself.

Getting up from your office chair, you didn't bother cleaning up your messy desk. You'll be in the same situation all over again anyways, so not being able to clean up after yourself was the least of your worries. Getting the keys that were left to you by the Janitor as you closed the office for the night, practically disassociating with reality through out the entire process as you snapped out the moment when you were finally outside the building. It looked so peaceful, seeing how there was no people that can be seen outside since nobody was usually up at this hour. Exhaustion crept up to you once more, burnt out from your core as you begrudgingly had to drag and force your body to move through the empty streets.

Although the journey was peaceful, it was definitely quiet.. Almost too quiet. Its been a long while since you've actually took the time to take care of yourself now that you've realized it. Looking at a window of a random, already closed building as you took in how disheveled you looked. You definitely need to schedule some sort of spa day for yourself. Although, looking at the reflection of the window.. You could've sworn something moved in the background of the reflection you were looking at. Looking behind, seeing the deep forest as you observed the landscape. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it, until there was a rustle from the bush. A hand came out, clutching onto a tree as the figure revealed themselves to be injured. It didn't take a genius, especially one in your situation where you'd have to look at missing posters 24/7 to know who this was. Having a burger on top of his head and on top of that said burger was a little noob head..- This was 007n7, one of the Missing People. Locking eyes with him as he looked to be relieved upon seeing you, as if he hasn't seen someone else in a long time. (More on so of a face he specifically hasn't seen.)

"..P-please!- We need help!-"

He stated, stumbling upon his words yet he rushed and pushed his body to run up to you. He was practically battered with wounds and was on the verge of passing out. Before you can even reply to him in any way, you noticed how much he trembled as he held your arms in desperation, practically holding onto you as if the world was ending any minute. You were sure he was in no shape or form to respond right now, so you had no choice as you pulled up your phone and called your boss. The moment you mentioned that you found one of the missing person, There was sudden crash and movement on the other side as Roblox hung up on you. Seems like he'll be disturbing some other workers schedule, and soon enough there were a lot of other employees and even whole entire helicopters and other machinery that you didn't recognize off arrived as they pulled you away from 007n7, taking you both away for questioning. But of course, your interrogation was short compared to 007n7's and you were let go. It was a mess, but at this point seeing the amount of cameras and deconstruction going on.. Yeah you slipped away from everything, you couldn't be bothered to stay any longer.

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It turns out, every single missing person was found that night. The others were found deep in the woods, as the forest was practically taken down to find every single one of them. They even started checking out every robloxian that was on the missing person list and making sure that nobody was left behind or forgotten. The case was solved, but not without problems. Some of them like 007n7 were greatly injured. then some of them gave weird behaviors that isn't usually like them back before they went missing like John Doe. The News rung loud on the Small TV that you owned before you turned it off, closing the door of your bedroom as you crashed down immediately onto your bed, not even bothering to take any of your work clothes off as you were too exhausted to care.. But none the less, whatever deity was listening to you heard your wishes, so that means you'll finally be able to rest, right?.. Maybe you should actually schedule a self-care day for yourself tomorrow. After all, you definitely deserved it.

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As you stood infront of the facility that Roblox themselves quickly made for these 'survivors', you couldn't help but internally die a bit as you couldn't have been more wrong than ever. Turns out, being the person that found them will bring you to be the head lead on this new project, and now you'll need to figure out what the hell happened, especially considering how all of them to be in a terrible state after being found. If they weren't physically harmed, they were mentally fucked up thats for sure.

None the less, keeping your head high as you tapped the Identification Card at the scanner. It gave the green light, as the doors opened upon your entry. The moment you entered it seemed to be just a small room first, yet before you knew it your own face was blown by white mist, practically 'sanitizing' you before you actually come in the facility. They might as well purify your entire being with the amount of things that were being sprayed and blown onto you. It was an annoying surprise, yes. But when were you to decide and complain about the facilities made by Roblox themselves? You would practically loose your job if you ever spoke the words that you thought about in your head.

After being sanitized, you finally got into the actual facility. There were many faces that you didn't recognize, the other workers probably coming from other departments in the company. But then again, who were you to bother recognizing your co-workers faces when you don't even interact with them outside of work? Someone came up to you, bowing as they handed you a few folders before they took their leave. Wow, people here really didn't like talking. Oh well, that wasn't a problem you'll need to worry about. Looking through the folders, you realized that these contained the files of each missing person that you once experienced headache's on. One folder seemingly being the main folder as it told you the Instructions for the job and your objectives.

FILE 01 :

OBJECTIVES.

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Find out what happened during the span of the 10 months of them being missing.

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Check on their behaviors and health daily. Make sure their sanity and health is improving, not deteriorating.

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Don't make bonds or relationships with the Robloxians while in confinement. Wait upon further instructions for interactions or when your presence is requested by them.

STATISTICS

Observe, Learn, and Investigate on the survivor's..

• SANITY

• BEHAVIOR

• HEALTH

• KNOWLEDGE ABOUT THE SITUATION

• ANY EVENTS THAT MAY HAPPEN DURING INTERACTION.

Made by Roblox™.

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Well, even though it was explained in a simple and easy-to-understand way, you couldn't help but be uneasy about it. There were definitely some strict regulations when it comes to interacting with the missing robloxians, but it even applies to the Administrators that went missing along with them? You definitely needed to be careful, if your life isn't in the line then certainly your job is. Looking through the other folders, your eyes landed on a familiar name once more. 007n7, perhaps you can start with him considering you already met him last night.

Walking to the confinement rooms, you can notice from the window of the doors that each room was designed for the comfort of each person. You didn't bother looking yet though, as you made your way through the set of doors before your eyes landed on one. The Name Plate on top of the door stating 007n7. Putting out your ID as it was scanned, you were granted permission inside.

Walking inside, your greeted with a room that's seemingly the control room. In front was a bunch of buttons and switches you definitely shouldn't press and a Glass Panel on the wall. It seemed to be a one-way glass panel, seeing how 007n7 didn't react upon your entry. He was just staring at a wall, with that wall having frames of Him and a little red child. None the less, you went up to the control panel and sat on the chair, placing the rest of the folders you had on a place where it was far away from the buttons and switches. You didn't want to mess anything up when you haven't even started, that would be embarrassing and so not your style. Anyways, you should really stop with this inner monologue you have in your head, it makes you look AND sound crazy. you focused on 007n7's file folder, as there were many things to fill up on that's for sure. The only thing that was really filled up here was the Basic Information, such as 'Name', 'Height', 'Last Seen before Missing', type things like that. You adjusted the microphone to your liking first before you pressed the Mic button, enabling the microphone for 007n7 to hear.

"Hello, Can you hear me?"

Your voice rung out through the room, snapping 007n7 from his thoughts as he looked at the one-way glass panel. He recognized that voice from the night before, remembering how he saw a robloxian when he finally found a way out of the woods. Although he didn't heard much, when he was asking for help he could vaguely remember hear whispers of voice from that person as they called someone up, and then rescue finally arrived after that. It was no doubt that the person talking to him right now was the same person he met during that night.

"It's.. you-"

He stated, looking at the glass panel as he looked to be recalling the events that happened last night. You could only let out a sigh, scanning through his files as you thought about what to reply. It was only rational for you to interact with 007n7 first, considering you already met the guy. He was the safest individual to start off this whole entire fiasco with.

"Yes, it's me. How have you been feeling since last night?"

You said, Looking at him as you inspected his wounds. His wounds seemed to be patched up, but it was obvious it was still healing. After a moment of pause, the silence lingering in the air as 007n7 seemed to be thinking about his response before he finally replies..

"It's.. been fine. I-if I can ask, How long will we stay here?.."

007n7 stated, looking at the glass panel as he awaited your response. Although he couldn't actually see you, the way he stared at you felt like he could. As much as you like to answer his question, you didn't even know what to say yourself. And either way, it was forbidden to have any bonds during their confinement. You shouldn't get too comfortable with any of them.

"I'm afraid I don't have an answer to that, nor can I give you the answer your hoping to look for if I did have an answer. I'd like your full cooperation at most for this meeting, consider it as compensation that you can give me for last night."

You stated, dying a bit with how formal you seemed to be right now. You really couldn't stand professionalism, even more so when you had to keep up an act like one. He seemingly contemplated what you said, a deal he can't really refuse considering his current circumstances. After all, if it weren't for you he wouldn't have been found along with the others, and he actually did something to help them after all this time.

"..It sounds reasonable enough."

007n7 said, seemingly finding the statement you said quite reasonable. You could've sworn you can give yourself a pat on the shoulder, but none the less you looked through the file that gave the instructions. There was a part of the file itself that had multiple sets of questions laid upon you. These were probably the questions you can only give, considering the earlier instructions before this. But the thing was you were only allowed to ask 3 questions of each survivor every day, and you weren't even sure why. What was even more interesting is the fact that there were a set of instructions that was telling you to record the interaction. As you yourself were provided with a record log to keep track of the events that will happen. This job is definitely asking a lot from you, and you weren't even sure what they saw in you. You would prefer to be in your bed more than anything at this point.

Either way, you didn't have a choice as you finally turned on the recording. After all, you couldn't proceed with the interrogation if you didn't do so. You might as well get over it so that you could leave early.

- Start for log record of 007n7. -

2025 / 10 / 18, 12:31:07

"What happened during the months you and the other survivors went missing?"

"We were transported to some otherworldly realm. We decided to name the times each survivor got transported in the realm as being Forsakened in the realm. We came at different times and some in different locations, but it was still all in the same realm. Some were.. unfortunate enough to get forsakened as something else entirely."

Although his voice was quiet and calm, there was a hint of turmoil inside his eyes. Yet he looked like he was used to it long ago, and it was frightening to think about to say the least. Noting down his response, you moved onto the next question.

"What did you do inside the realm itself?"

"..We were forced to play rounds of games that required us to turn on 3 to 5 generators in order to survive. There was someone.. no, something always after us everytime. And if we were unfortunate enough to get caught, we will be killed."

That last sentence made you freeze for a minute. What did he mean by killed? Was he trying to pull something? But his expression didn't give off any hints that he would be lying right now. Just what did they really experience in that realm?

"..Elaborate on that.-"

WARNING :

The question the interviewee provided wasn't in the list of questions, This will take up one question attempt. Please try again.

Thank you for your Cooperation.

The voice of an intercom stated out loud, both to you and 007n7. It hasn't even passed a minute yet, you didn't know why they would restrict the only way to gain access to information.

- End for log record of 007n7. -

To be damned with these strict regulations. The information you were given was a whole entire different situation, and these strict regulations were simply just holding you back from doing your job properly. You could only let out a frustrated sigh as you finished up your observation, looking at 007n7 as he looked confused. It seems like any questions that wasn't allowed to be asked wasn't detected on the mic. Especially noticing how the Microphone was suddenly disabled the moment you even muttered the first letter. You couldn't turn it back on either since you already used up three questions.. You could only grumble to yourself, seeing 007n7 in the other window as he stopped looking at the panel itself, looking back to the frames on the wall once more. He probably thought you left already considering the intercom stated the interrogation was done, and for some reason you can't help but feel bad for the poor lad. But what's done is done, you'll make sure to interact with him tomorrow to both check out how he's been doing and get more answers considering he's pretty compliant.

Picking up your files, you stood up and left quietly. After all, there wasn't really a use staying in that room if you couldn't talk to the man anymore. You weren't the one to complain about Roblox's set of rules, but sometimes these regulations suck ass. Going through your files, you landed on a familiar face. Guest 1337. If you were right this was the very Guest that fought during The Last Guest... Wasn't he supposed to be dead? At least presumed dead, since during the ultimate sacrifice his body was never found, so it was never confirmed if he actually perished during it. He looked sane enough to interact with, you'll probably be alright when you talk to him. You needed more information on what really happened after everything, because what 007n7 gave you wasn't enough for your undying curiousity.

As you exited the confinement room, you walked along the hallway as you were searching for Guest 1337's confinement. Along your way, you saw something move in your peripheral vision. What was that? your gaze looked at another door, looking at the nameplate on top of it. 'Two Time'. You remember their name that's for sure, as while you were dreading on your work last night you could recall looking at their missing poster that was on the entire mess you would call your office table. Something was moving inside that door, and you didn't know any other employees that could have access to this part of the facility either. None the less, you went near the door as you looked through the small window that was given at the upperhalf of the door. Nothing seemed to be inside though, was your mind fooling you? There was a part of you that wanted to explore further, but another part of you wanted to leave and move on. Curiosity kills the cat, but you only live once, don't you? Driven by your curiosity, you pressed your identification card on the scanner as you gained access through the door, stepping inside as you were greeted with the similar control panel like the ones in 007n7's confinement room. Although, the only difference was the room at the other side of the panel. The Room was pretty plain besides for the fact that some of the furniture or decor had the.. Checkpoint Symbol? No, they were called something else for sure but you didn't bother thinking about it. All you knew about that symbol was the times you participated in many Obstacle Course events during your youth, it always appeared when there was a dangerous and deadly obstacle coming up.

The more you examined the room, the more it looked like a shrine for it at this point. but you did recall about seeing some information about this said Two Time person being in a Cult or whatever during your work with the missing posters, so it somewhat made sense if that information were to be true. Wait... Speaking of the occupant of the said room, Nobody was in the room of the other panel. Before you can even react and call authorities about the sudden disappearance, a hand covered your mouth as you felt a sharp pain behind you. Someone had the audacity to fucking stab you. Before this said person made any more moves, you held a tight grip on the stack of files that you carried as you turned around and swung them at the one responsible for this, making sure you hit them right on the head. You grunted, feeling the pain in your back as the dagger was still and most definitely lodged behind you. Looking at the person, you could only stumble backwards as you tightened your grip on the files even further. Two Time can be seen on the floor, as they seemed to have stumbled upon the hit you just gave them. Although they didn't seem to look hurt though, they were smiling through out all of this as they seemed to actually be enjoying this...

"..The Spawn seemed to have blessed me with encountering such an Individual that's just... Like Him."

Two Time muttered out, looking at you with a wide smile. This person was definitely insane. Hell, even the way they look at you with such... Enthusiasm scared you. They recovered from your blow, standing up as they continued to look at you with such glee. They were unarmed right now, but that definitely doesn't mean they aren't dangerous anymore just yet.

"You almost have the same presence as him. It's almost nostalgic, really."

Two Time mentioned, still looking at you as their smile faltered. Leaving behind a blank expression as for a moment before they smiled again. Just what were they talking about? Who's Him?

"The Spawn has blessed us both to meet on this very day, and I, for one will be forever grateful about their mercy... Shall we thank them with a dance?"

Two Time stated, and before you could even react they took advantage of the opening laid upon them, as they shoved your files away from your hands, the said files scattering everywhere. They grabbed the Dagger that was lodged into your back, seemingly twisting it before pulling it off from you. You could only wince in pain, especially when this little shit decided to twist the dagger. Blood was on the very dagger as they took a moment to inspect it. You could've sworn their sick smile grew wider from it. Stumbling onto your feet, you grabbed your ID as you ditched the files, slamming your ID onto the scanner as the door opened before you as you ran out of the room. The door was about to close before a hand stopped it from closing, activating the sensor system as the doors opened again. You already knew who that individual was, so you shouldn't bother to look behind you. Although... The more you ran, the more you realized of the fact that you went the wrong way, as this was the way to the security room, not the exit to go to the main facility. Cursing yourself, you could only move forward as your own blood was dripping onto the floor. There were footsteps behind you, following you and with eyes that stalked your every move.

Reaching the end of the hallway, you slammed your ID on the scanner once more, opening the door to the security room as you made sure to shut the door. Relief washed over you for a minute, stumbling onto the ground as your wounded back leaned onto the control panel right behind you. Although the door to the Security Room didn't have a window, There was a camera outside of the door. You could only look at the screen as Two Time stood there menacingly outside the door... They couldn't possibly get in, right? After all, they needed access. An ID, which you had and they didn't. You'll be safe for the time being... Looking around the security room, you scanned for any items that can be used to defend yourself. Your eyes locked onto a gun, but the problem was it was locked behind a glass case, and you didn't have anything to break it. Nor did you know the code to the glass case itself, and you were too weak to break it with your bare hands. Cursing yourself, you stumbled back on our feet once more, glancing at the monitors that displayed different things. Each screen displayed each of the rooms that were in this very hallway, this was probably a seperate security room to the actual security room of the Facility, specifically made to monitor their behaviors. But one monitor caught your attention, the very screen that was monitoring the place outside of the room.

You could see Two Time seemingly kneeling, as they managed to pry out the scanner and looked to be connecting the wires of what's left with the scanner. Hell, how do they even learn how to do all of this? It even looked like this wasn't their first rodeo either. This place definitely wasn't safe anymore, and you needed to find a way to get out, fast. Looking at the control panel at your disposal, none of them looked like it can help you. Well, except for the big red button at the very top that even had a case on it. Without much thought, you opened the case and absolutely slammed your hand onto the button. There was nothing to loose, its either you die at this maniac's hands or your own stupidity. Who knows, maybe this said button was a self-destruct button.. or more reasonable, an alarm button. But you hoped for the first thought was right.

Alarms went off as the entrance to the confinement rooms opened up, it wasn't long before a set of guards raided into the area. Muffled Shouting can be heard outside, but you couldn't care much longer about it. Slumping back down onto your knees, your vision was starting to black out, your forehead pressed onto the control panel's side. You definitely lost too much blood, as you can feel the large wound that was inflicted upon you. Yes, it was only a stab at first but that damned Two Time twisted the dagger, making the damage even more impactful and painful to deal with. Hell, you could've sworn your own spine almost got crushed as well. As chaos ensued, you blocked all the noises away as you felt your body relax further and further. The last moments you can remember were that of something wrapping around your legs and arms, with black tentacles coming into your vision and wrapped itself around your eyes... As if ushering you to take the rest you deserved already. Although it was unfamiliar, it didn't feel threatening and soon enough, you found yourself going unconscious. Before you completely blacked out, you know one thing for sure... You were definitely gonna complain about this to the community board of the workplace after this.

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He could only scoff at the pathetic sight that was infront of him. But none the less, they were impressed on this individual's quick thinking skills during the whole entire mess that was made despite the overbearing irrationality that came along with it. But he knew whatever this individual pulled off will definitely rat out is disappearance for to his own room as well.

Looking up at this person as he raised their now unconscious body up. Seems like that freak managed to wound their back pretty badly. None the less, he looked back at the security feed before right back at this individual. As much as he hated individuals that were gullible and naive... Nobody deserved to have a similar fate like his. Much to his own dismay, they made use of the medicinal plants that was provided in his room that they took with them for safe measures, and started treating the wound this individual had on them. Making sure that he didn't cause the wound to get even worse as they took their time during the process. After all, there was no more reason to rush considering they'll be caught red handed anyways.

This individual definitely owes him big time after this, and he could only think about the possibilities that he can make with this oh so kind favor he's giving. Considering the fact that they could've used this time to escape and avoid the mess they have made. They'll find a way to escape this damned place another time. For now, he'll have to make do with the choices he made and plan this escape plan another time.

After a while, he finished up on the treatment. Right as soon as he finished, the doors to the Security Room was opened. Guns were pointed right at him yet the gazes that befell upon him were ones of fright. He doesn't blame them, after all, Who would love or appreciate a monster like him? Although he could easily wipe this whole entire team away, he knew the consequences of the action. Especially with how much information he found just by staying around this security room, he raised his hands as he was apprehended as well and lead back to his room for further questioning.

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NOTES

Thank you all for waiting! This is a different fic from the Our Forsakened Destiny series because I wanted to experiment a bit on a different setting! Considering most fics take place in the realm and the reader seems to know about the fact everything is a game, etc, etc.. How about we make the reader actually be apart of the Robloxia as one of the employees of Roblox HQ working under Roblox type thing!! ( that was alot of roblox mentioned. )

I've seen all of your decisions, and I was definitely surprised on how close of a battle the other two choices had.. Hell, while i was even observing through out the time of the poll there were times were Truth was in the lead. But in the end, Silent won!

Its great to finally start writing again after a bit of a lengthy hiatus, so to celebrate this I will be opening my requests as well! If you have any ideas or things you guys want written feel free to send either an ask or request! Once again, Thank you for your everlasting patience and thank you for reading!

( could you tell I'm going through a desperate azure phase )

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BOO! Did I scare you?

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!!

If I fooled you then I did well! Giggling..

I'm back to writing fics and I won't be on Hiatus anymore! I don't have any more pending works for my education, so during Summer Vacation I shall spend my time being able to write more fics for you guys!! I'll also be posting a fic that isn't connected to Our Forsakened Destiny as a small little gift for waiting, I swear I'll get chapter 3 done soon enough 🙏🙏 But for now, Keep on the look out!