The Sourest of writers

This account will focus mainly on Writings and such, if i post some arts that means it's for a fic or one of the fic scene.

Fandoms i'll write for

[Open] means I'm writing for the fandom.

[Close] means I'm not writing for the fandom at the moment.

Side information: I write for any fandoms as long as it's within my comfort zone

LMK (Lego Monkie Kid) [Close]

Phighting [Open]

Phighting is a game that focuses on combat and Action. It's a team based third person combat. Many events are played called 'Phestival'.

Is a ROBLOX fighting level game, created by Boggio, on 19 Feb 2022.

Forsaken [Open]

Is a ROBLOX 1 v 8 survival game created on 28 July 2024.

Forsaken has two character genres, Killers and Survivors. As a Killer you have to hunt all the Survivors until no one else is alive before the time [4:00] ends. As a Survivor you have to survive the killer, avoiding their attacks or hiding and waiting until the timer ends.

Rulez!

• No NSFW.

• No pedophilia nor incest.

• I will be NOT be accepting a request that's out of my comfort zone.

• Please don't be rude to me I'm trying to take my time on things.

• Please don't spam my inbox. It's annoying.

• This account is heavily X reader only!

• I do accept Canon x Canon as long as it includes x Reader

The humming of the warm light smoothens with the music from the speaker. It sang out old music, made to soothe out anyone within the building.

You wiped a glass clean from behind the bar, simply making it shine brighter under the orange light. You hum to the tune of the song, your eyes focus on the glass in your hands.

“One more please.” A voice calls out from the side, a man has made himself comfortable on the seat. You nod, placing the clean glass down with the others. Picking up the shot glass you fill it with the man's preferred beverage and slides it to him. He thanked you without even looking up. You don't think much of it just walking back to your post to continue prepping the rest of the glasses.

Footsteps approached your bar and sat in front of you, “Evening, [Name].” You recognized that monotonous tone. You lift up your eyes to the teal figure. A smile crept up your face as you caught his eyes. “Evening, Medkit. The usual?”

The man nodded as he sits down and you went to make him a glass of cold whiskey. “You're early that usual,” You mused, trying to pick up a conversation with the serene man. “Did something happen?”

Medkit stayed quiet for a bit, “I just finished my work quicker.” you hums to his response pouring the whiskey in his glass.

“Seems like it.” Silence falls over you both except for the sound of muffled conversations in the background. You served Medkit his whiskey and resumed your cleaning. “So, How's it been?”

“Per usual, Sword and Rocket has been getting into a lot of trouble.” you chuckled at that, shaking your head. “Those two always seem to make your life more interesting.”

“I hope you're also not pushing yourself too hard, you look like you got a new line on that face.” Medkit gave you an irritated yet amused look making you chuckle. “Oh, don't be like that, it's true!”

“I hear your concern. You, too, stop staying up.” You gasped and feigned a hurt look, “I would never!” a small smile grew on Medkit's face.

A comfortable silence falls once more upon you both. You finished your cleaning and prepared a new glass of whiskey for yourself. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.” You clank your glass against his before sipping it. “Y'know, you should get out more. There's actually a lot who's interested in you, been wrecking me for your numbers.”

Medkit raised a brow, “I see no use in a distraction.” “But it's nice! Imagine a Medkit falling in love!”

Medkit sends you a playful glare and you respond by smirking. “It's not that bad, it might also help you out.” You smoothen, drinking your beverage.

You watch as he mumbles something, you send a soft smile and glance around the bar to check on everything. Your eyes land on two couples, who enjoyed their time together, lost in each other's gaze.

“It really is not a bad thing, to have someone look out and care for you. In a romantic sense.” Medkit stops his idling and looks up to you. “It's nice to love someone and receive the same. I've always wondered what it would be like, even back then.”

“It's really a shame the one I fall for is the same to betray us. Even then I still believe in what love is, even after the scar. It's not like it's a big one.”

“.. I've always wondered if you'd feel the same.”

The song from the radio changes to a different one. The music hums in the air as it suffocates you with the orange light feeling more like it's burning you than something that'll guide you to look through the dark.

“I'm sorry I…” you both caught each other's gaze, you both stared at each other before you laughed it off. “Ah! Sorry I rambled off! I really need to stop that..” you looked away not giving Medkit a chance to respond as you walked over to assist a new customer.

Running, surviving, feeling the same pain, over and over again as the game played itself repeatedly. You don’t know when it begins, WHY it begins but it hurts. It hurts so much, each time, every match, every game they play.

You didn’t wish for this, you didn’t hope for this. But, how can you be mad? How can you be so hypocritical? You yourself caused this before, you brought pain upon innocent people.

Is this a payback by the world? Did you really deserve this?

You don’t know. You don’t understand.

Each slash, each wound, each blood dripping down.

Each agonizing seconds that passed.

Yet, you’re not alone in this forsakened place. There’s others as well, fated to the same looping pain you’re bound to. You don’t understand their story, You don’t know their story. They never bothered to share. Not that they talked with you often.

You recognized some of them, you came with them here. Builderman, Shedletsky, Dusekkar. Familiar faces in an unfamiliar place. The rest? Maybe someone named 007n7 and Elliot but that’s about it.

You vaguely remembered Elliot. You remembered giving him the same grief you experienced. Maybe that’ll explain the rooted hatred?

007n7, a fellow you once knew. The one who introduced you to the very thing that brought you down and spiraling. Yet you casted him away once he’s no longer a part of that program.

Maybe you do deserve all of this. Trapped in a place with people who you barely recognize and those who despise you.

Maybe.

The cabin was silent, a match just started and a few were picked for it. Luckily you’re not one of them. You breathe a sigh of relief, leaning on the armrest of the worn out couch in the main room of the cabin. The fire danced in the fireplace, lighting up the room with a warm glow. You feel tired, your body is aching from the constant chase. At least now you can rest yourself.

A soft rustle of cloth moves beside you before a weight is pressed on the couch. You glance to the side to meet the dark shadow of a hooded figure. They tilt their head at you before raising a hand to wave. The small movement makes you chuckle, it’s endearing. A small thing that’s a contrast to the atmosphere.

“Hi, Taph.” They straighten up when you reply to them, showing you that they appreciate your acknowledgement of them. “You didn’t get picked as well, at least I have someone to talk to.”

They let out a soft mumble as they nod. “Oh, I do love your company.” A grunt from them. “... I’m being genuine.”

Taph seems happy about that, they lean further on the couch. Moving closer to sit next to you.

“Woah hey, am I interrupting something here?” A lilting voice filled the air. The owner of the voice leans over the backrest, between you and Taph.

“Hi to you too, Chance.” “Hey,” Chance purrs as he turns to face you.

“Lucky you didn’t get picked as well.” Chance chuckled at that, they rested their arms on the backseat. “Well, lady luck loves me that much.”

“Let's not forget your gun exploding last time.” You teased as Chance gasped and fake a hurtful look on his face. “Oh, such brutality!” You two chuckled as Taph mumbles in humor to the joke.

You gave them a smile which they returned with an.. uncomfortable look. Except for Noob, they just shyly waved back.

The grandfather clock chimed indicating the round had ended. This time, everyone survived. Taph raised a hand to greet those who had returned from the match as Chance acknowledged them with a nod.