Your Dumb Jester

Will do

- Fluff

- Angst

- Yandere

- Canon x Reader

- Canon x Reader x Canon

- Hurt/comfort & hurt/no comfort

- Platonic, familial, and romantic, specify in ask!

- Headcanons and oneshots, specify in ask!

- Major character injury & Death

Won't do

- Pregnancy

- Incest

- Adult x Child

- Child x Child

- Smut

- Drugs

- Cheating

- OC x Canon (Sorry guys)

- Canon x Canon (For now)

- High school/College AU

- Songfics

Fandoms I write for!

- Pressure (No longer writing for this one)

- Forsaken

- Block Tales (Not of the Rewrite+Demo5 yet)

Anons! (Always happy to see you!)

- 🍖🍰

- Doodle Anon

- ⭐️🫐

Before Forsaken

The first time you met was when your card declined while he was right behind you. And something about the panicked look on your face drew them to you, so Chance decided to step up and pay for your things. Only telling you afterwards to go out with them for lunch to repay the favor

Texts you every other day, usually with memes or pick up lines he came up with, tagging it off with a "What do you think? Cool, right?". Also likes to call you at random, just to hear how flustered you sound whenever you pick up in a hurry

Finding out where you lived was something that happened out of pure curiousity, just a simple background check of your entire family– Totally to make sure none of them have any bad blood with their family– Where he ends up more fascinated by you at the end of the day

Every invite to hangout will always be something related to what you mentioned before, or so he claims. And he'd go out of their way to pay for everything, to show off their wealth, and to make you feel more indebted to them

is very pushy when it comes to your limits, pressuring you to do what he wants. Tired? "I got you coffee! Trust me, you'll like this~!" Back hurts? "Sit down, I'll give you a massage!" Want to go home? "Oh come on, it's not that late, you can do better than that.". All so that he wouldn't waste another second without you

Purposely drags you out on dates late at night in dangerous areas, for both the thrill and the excuse to look good when protecting you from danger's ugly head. If you aren't sticking to their side and looking over your shoulder by the time he takes you back home, he considers it a failed date

Clings to your arm out in public, refusing to let go of you and wanting everyone to see you with them– Off limits. Loves to shower you with affection, looking at you like you're the greatest thing that's happened to them– Which they'd insist on being the truth

Gets jealous easily, and makes it obvious. Flipping between sneering comments aimed at whoever triggered their jealousy, and semi-aggressive comments aimed at you. Either distancing themself from you, or becoming overbearingly clingy, seeking out constant reassurances and promises that you wouldn't abandon them

He's prone to paranoia outbursts that stims from the possible fear of you either leaving them, or using them for your own gain. Often putting you through tests to prove your loyalty by extreme means, expect to be pulled into life threatening situations from time-to-time

One day he invites you out to a party in a penthouse, showing you off to every single person that greets you both. Everything seems to be going well, aside from Chance ignoring your requests to go home, asking you to "Wait just a little more". It's only when it gets late and everyone starts to leave that he takes you to a private bedroom, telling you to select a movie to watch while he does something– Kicking everyone out of their penthouse– Coming back with a snack just for you. You pass out less than halfway through the movie. When you wake up, you find yourself trapped alone in the penthouse, all because Chance believed you were planning on leaving them

Life in the penthouse is tense and quiet for the most part. You're so high up in the sky, it makes the idea of jumping out the window sound straight up suicidal. And while you do have access to everything the penthouse has to offer, it's not enough, with only enough food to last a week before Chance would come by and restock it. There are also cameras installed in hidden areas to keep a constant eye on you, curious on what you do when you think you're alone

Surprisingly, Chance doesn't spend a lot of time with you after this point, since they don't have to worry about earning your time anymore. Only coming by to blow off steam, or to show and talk about topics and things he believes to be of interest to you. He always brings a gift with them, pretending nothing is wrong

Uses these gifts to both punish and reward you depending on your behavior. Spoiling you rotten when you're good, and taking away the gifts– Or your food– If you're bad. Sometimes doing the latter just to hear you beg for their forgiveness. Essentially training you to do right by them

During Forsaken

Regardless of if you'd met before or not, Chance would be drawn to your reactions to being in this Realm, and basically assigns themself to keep you company for the rest of your stay in this realm

Is quick to suggest sharing a cabin together, literally taking away your choice by claiming in front of everyone that you'd already decided on it. Playing up the theatrics when you push back on it, and not in the playful way, pushing you into accepting it only to avoid embarrassing yourself

Is a little too concerned with your wellbeing, going as far as to follow you even when you decide to go for a walk in the forest for some alone time. Confronting you about it if you do this one too many times, telling you it's dangerous to be out on your own in this Realm, that the Killers could find and kill you for good, a complete lie to keep you where he can see you

Much like the way he seeks their next thrill outside of the Realm, he'll force you to stay by their side during rounds, enjoying the risk that comes with being the only thing that stands between you and death. When he dies before you, he spectates you like a hawk, on the edge of their seat, it feels almost like watching a horror movie. He becomes more reckless when you do die, more willing to shoot with only one charge, even running up to the Killer and firing the gun in hopes of it exploding in their face. He won't back down from this plan, not even when it gets them in trouble with the other survivors

Values your opinion most out of everyone else, with Elliot being a close second, doing their utmost to keep both your best interests in mind. But even then, with you it's different in the way that he kinda undermines you when he believes you're getting too comfortable. poking fun at you for small things you didn't think he'd notice, from the way you laugh, to the way you hold yourself when you talk to the others. Y'know, to keep you humble!

Not above getting into fights with the others when they try to get in the way of you two, acting clueless when you ask about it later if you happened to witness such a thing. Playing it off as just a bit of playfighting between friends, refusing to talk about it anymore, getting a little agitated if you press them on the matter

When you two are on your own, he criticizes you on things you did that may seem small in your eyes, but are huge in theirs, telling you what you should've done instead. This mainly happens when he feels that you're straying too far away from their vision of what you're like

Despite unpredictablity being what he's known to dabble in, he doesn't like it when you change, whether that be big or small. It makes them feel like either he doesn't truly know you, or you're lying to them about who you are, and neither one makes them feel good about themself

This only happens once, but if you don't heed their warnings and stray from their side for too long, he'll seek you out for a one-on-one conversation. Confronting you over your avoidance of them, but their tone shifts when you dismiss their concerns. He'd grab onto you tightly and stare you down while spouting nonsense about how ungrateful you are for their help, only to push you back roughly when you complain about being in pain. Later on acting like it didn't even happen

Keeps a closer eye on you when you go off to talk to any of the other survivors, the volume of their tapping on whatever surface he's resting on getting louder the longer you talk with anyone else, their poker smile twitching. Well, unless you were talking to Elliot of course, but that's because he's already biased toward him, usually wedging themself into whatever conversation the two of you were talking about

Is more than willing to spill whatever secrets about the other survivors if you even thought about having a crush on any of them. Not like he believes doing that to be a bad thing, if anything, it'd make them a bad friend if he let you date someone without telling you these things. And it's not like he has to make up that many lies anyway, almost everyone in the Realm has some dirt on them

Full Speed Ahead and Open Arms.

Survive.

Storm and Keep Your Friends Close.

Wouldn't You Like and There Are Other Ways.

The Underworld.

Suffering, Different Beast and Scylla (For obvious reasons).

Little Wolf and Love In Paradise.

Dangerous.

I Can't Help But Wonder.

Now, I think Odysseus had every right to give up his men, especially Eurylochus. I know that's cruel, but Eurylochus was the weak link, doubting Odysseus and straight up not believing him about the Windbag irked me.

It's entirely his fault after opening the Windbag that everyone died, and he has the nerve to blame Odysseus because he sacrificed 6 men? His greed led to that happening!

It was hard to find a place to fit in, you knew that more than anyone.

The thoughts that used to invade your mind were gone before you were dragged into this mess. Dealt away like the parasites that they were.

Fortunately— Or unfortunately if you were to look at it a different way— Because you'd suffered through less-than-pleasant thoughts and actions, you'd become familiar with the tell-tale signs of someone being unwell.

Speaking of which, one of you wasn't present.

You stared at the place 007n7 stood in just moments before in the cabin. You didn't notice he'd slipped out in the middle of a conversation between the others, but when you did, it was too late to bring it up.

So you feigned exhaustion instead, and excused yourself for the night. Everyone gave you farewells and a good night's sleep.

The breeze hit harder than any other night when you stepped out. You glanced around the grounds as worry brewed in your mind, but couldn't catch sight of him.

And although you didn't panic outwardly, the dread that drove your quickened steps as you descended the stairs couldn't hide it perfectly.

You sighed in relief once you spotted 007n7– Or at least his leg, behind one of the cabins. And rushed over to him, only to pause when you reached him.

As there he sat, hyperventilating as he clutched at his head, with a string of curses and half intelligible apologies that continuously fell out of his lips.

"Idiot, idiot.. Now c00lkid.. orry.."

"Seven?"

He jolted out of his trance, arm shot out to brace himself for– Something– As he stared up at you. Disheveled, with tear tracks down his cheeks, only one of his eyes were open. His voice broke when he finally blurted out.

"W–What are you doing here?"

You raised your hands, shoulders squared with a glance back the way you came. Then back to him, and took a step closer, voice lowered as to not overwhelm him.

"Nothing, just.." You shrugged, and pointed at your own eye. "You okay? One of your eyes is shut."

As if caught red handed, he hurried to cover it, hair tousled by the way he held it there as he averted his gaze to his knees.

".. Headache, feels too close to my eye.. It's more bearable this way."

You lingered, before you strolled up around him, and slid down the cabin wall on his blind side. Your head leaned over with a hum.

"That so..?"

You stared at his profile while he stayed silent, with an occasional wipe at his eyes. An urge overcame you, and you trailed a hand up to slowly ease his away from his head. You gave a sigh when his fingers twitched into his hair.

"It's fine, Seven, let me see, I want to help."

"It's–.. It's not that.."

His voice cracked as he immediately countered, but didn't elaborate further.

Your brows furrowed as you leaned over to face him, only for him to avoid your gaze. Your frown deepened.

"Then what is it?"

Silence as he turned his head further away from you, with a hitch in his breath that he'd tried to reel in.

You sighed.

"You're kinda acting like a child."

"How am I supposed to act?" He spat out as he finally faced you, tears clung to his lashes. "What can I even do—?"

You placed a hand over the one that covered his eye when he turned, and tapped on his knuckles as your voice softened.

"Just, please trust me. Okay? Let me try something."

There was hesitation in his eye, a small gulp before he let you guide him to reveal his other one. And while you squeezed his hand, your free one went up to his temple, and watched him straighten up as you brushed back his hair.

But that wasn't what caught your attention.

It was the scar on his temple that did.

You'd seen it before, in brief moments where you ran for your lives and caught sight of him either dead or about to die. But it still felt off to see it up close.

Even then, you didn't say anything about it yet, and leaned forward with a knowing sigh. His body stiffened as you eyed the spot.

"Do I even need to ask what happened here..?" Your brows furrowed as your gaze flickered down to the ground, then back to his. "Did it hurt..?"

Whispered into the air, a secret between you both.

And 007n7's shoulders sagged, teary eyes cast down, as if suddenly interested in the ground.

"A lot more than I expected, but it was only for a second.. Then I was.. Here.." He grimaced with a pained wince. "It comes and goes nowadays though.."

"That's an awful way to live.."

He hummed in agreement, and got quiet again as he gripped at his pant leg.

You hesitated, before you leaned over and pressed a kiss against his temple– Where it seemed to hurt most.

He froze with a confused sputter. "W–What—?"

But you didn't give him the time to process it before you looped your arms around his shoulders, and brought him to rest on your shoulder. You held the side of his head, thumb gently pressed circles into his temple.

A moment of hesitation passed by, before his hands shakily latched onto your back– Albeit awkward and stiff– With an audible sigh, one that held bittersweet relief.

Neither of you spoke, just stayed in the quiet, listened to the forest as the wind fluttered through the leaves.

He was cold.

".. I get how it feels.." You started slowly, "Like it's all.. Hopeless, that it doesn't get better, that this is as good as it's gonna get."

He gave you a squeeze, face buried further into your shoulder without a word.

You didn't mind.

"You're.. Not the only one that felt that way.." You breathed in, mind already made up for your next actions. "I did too."

Finally, you pulled back from the hug, and drew up your sleeve, a slew of old scars littered your arm. Most faint enough to be mistaken for a trick of the light nowadays. However, one stood out, that looked as if it had been repeatedly cut open again and again.

A nasty scar, that one was.

007n7 sucked in a breath at the sight of it, his hand hovered over it, eyes flickered up to yours, a saddened look in them as if he himself couldn't imagine a reason for you to have done this. It's one you've seen flash across others' faces when they'd first find out about this part of you.

But the only difference between him and others before him, was that he didn't ask why.

He settled against your shoulder, his hand rested on your arm, mostly over the scar, his thumb gently rubbed over what was left out.

"It.. Looks old.."

He noted, more to himself than as a question.

And was met with a hum as confirmation.

".. Was in a really bad mental state a long time ago, I kept believing that there wasn't a point to what I was doing.." You raised your arm a little for emphasis. "So I did stuff like this, 'cause I didn't think I'd live long enough to regret it.."

He didn't respond right away, slowly readjusted his grip to hold onto your hand, while his free one traced over the scar with a soft breath.

"What changed?"

"People." You answered simply. "Ones who kept checking in on me, even when I tried to push them away. They even got me into a couple hobbies just to get me to hang out with them.."

You chuckled at the memory, despite how bittersweet it felt with your current predicament, it still mattered that they were there.

You gave a squeeze to 007n7's hand, a faint smile that mimicked a laugh as you leaned over to better look him in the face.

"Maybe I can teach you a thing or two? They helped take my mind off my thoughts."

His gaze darted away, as though in thought, before he nodded.

".. Okay– Tomorrow, though.. It's late."

Although he said that, he made no move to get up from your side.

And neither did you.

Instead, he closed his eyes with a sigh. Half his weight leaned against you as he scooted closer to you.

"Can.. Can we stay like this? Just a bit longer..?"

You only gave him a glance before you wrapped your arm around him once more, circles rubbed onto his back.

"Yeah.. We can."

It didn't take long for him to ease up, his breath deep and steady, while his hand held yours like it's the only anchor he has in this world.

You didn't mind how cold it felt.

"How's your eye now?"

The question gave him pause as he gently thumbed your knuckles, and leaned his head against yours.

"Much better now, thank you. I.. Really needed that."

You chuckled softly, and mirrored his actions. "Sure, come to me when it gets bad in the future, 'kay?"

He huffed out a sigh with a nod, tired, but gentle all the same.

He went quiet afterwards, not the type that felt overwhelming, or awkward. But rather, it was the pleasant kind, it almost felt like you were able to breath normally.

And it seemed like you weren't the only one, as you snuck a glance at 007n7's face, the lines that normally adorned it weren't as prominent as usual. They were softer, less stressed, just comfortable by your side.

You both needed this, a break from everything. You'll go back to your cabins later, but for now, you'll stay put.

You didn't mind being outside a little longer.

Reader/Rookie is trying to stay calm, because 1.) That's what Builderman would do, and 2.) They don't believe it's within their right to act all nervous or scared. They've been through worse.

Don't worry Rookie, you've seen nothing yet.

Chance, oh lovable Chance, I have half a mind to slap them and kiss them for their involvement in this part. Sure, he helped.. But not without making it difficult for me.

I don't control half of what he does, as you could see from the tour he suggested. But aside from that, most of what he did was to observe certain aspects of Rookie, and just being their normal self really. While he can be serious at times, that's not what he's known for, Telamon knows there's "too many debbie downers in the cabin already".

Morale is important for everyone's survival after all.

About 007n7's stare, it'll come back later. Let's just say it brings back tainted memories.

In due time, Alien Anon, you'll learn more about the mysterious "Goldie Locks in a yellow raincoat". What I can say, is that this person's involvement came about after I started seeing things in the middle of writing this.

Are you sure it's Dusekkar and not Rookie doing the avoiding?

I really like this Reader/Rookie too, their circumstances are quite interesting. You know the phrase, "People are shaped by their environment"? I'd say you can learn a bit or two about them from just these two parts.

Joking aside, one reason for that is that I couldn't find any way to fit him into part 2 naturally. And I tried, I tried so many times to give him at least one line of dialogue so I can say Rookie has officially talked to everyone. But it was impossible. I couldn't do it in a way that didn't feel like it was obligated to happen.

So maybe the two not officially meeting on the first day was bound to happen. It makes sense though, he wasn't one to go out of his way to greet newcomers, even back at HQ.

He will talk in part 3, that is a guarantee from me.

Reader/Rookie falling asleep against Chance's bed was hinted at in part 1! And it was one of the very first things I wrote upon opening the page for part 2, so I was really looking forward to sharing it!

First deaths are hard, and this was Rookie's way of coping with it. Surely this won't become a reoccurring issue!

What I'm trying to say, is that I'll try to get the next parts out faster. Which should technically be possible now that Rookie has gotten introduced to everyone.

I have written out scenes, plans and a somewhat sturdy timeline on what should happen next until about part 5.

All I need is to connect them all together.

Problem is..

I want to add Jane Doe and Veeronica to the story, as I believe that both would have a different reaction to Rookie compared to the rest of the Survivors. For one, they both were present for Rookie's time as Builderman, and would have some interesting things to say as a result. And I think Jane is really cool.

But I'm having trouble visualizing how I'll incorporate them into the story aside from that. It'll be nice to have them around, I just don't want it to feel like I added them just because. The role that I would've liked Jane to serve in the story is already taken up, and I don't know exactly what to do with Veeronica other than make her become friends with Noob, Two Time and 007n7.

I also realized and I often find myself hating whenever a new character is introduced in books where everyone is trapped somewhere, especially if they don't end up doing anything. So it just makes me more hesitant on the idea.