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Flowers

@crossrole-undertaleau @moonlitwaffles

Broken Codes AU thingy

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ANOTHER REQUEST DONEEE LETS GOOO

requested by @astrialumi

sorry this lowkey isnt exactly what you wanted because i got halfway through writing it and then realized what it actually was

also sorry if this is doo doo caca weewiss :/

After being chased down by RIS a couple months ago, you managed to come to a deal, stay in the game with Postman so long as they gave you admin access to the game, allowing you to modify the game to your liking. The first thing you did was extend the bed for you and Postman to sleep together. 

That was your favorite part of the day. Getting to curl up with him in bed, snuggle and joke, kissing while being all mushy and sappy. And eventually when the moon had been out for long enough, you two would fall asleep holding each other tight. And it was peaceful. 

But tonight was different.

—

When you opened your eyes again, instead of being greeted with the familiar sight of your small home and Postman next to you in bed, you were met with the sight of Postman’s truck on its side with fire surrounding you.

“No… no no no! Not again… This already happened! This isn’t real! I know you’re messing with me! Get out of my head!” You shouted out to the digital sky, to a merciless god that wouldn’t seem to let you rest. The smell of smoke filled your nose and lungs, assaulting your senses as the fire continued to crackle. The sound of footsteps approaching cut through the silence like the sizzle of butter being dropped into a hot pan. You froze, head whipping around to find the source of the noise.

You coughed violently, eyes burning as that familiar brown scarf and jacket came into view. But something was wrong. You squinted your eyes and you could see something glinting in the dim light of the fire. Strings. Thin, white strings holding him up like a puppet.

“Player… what have you done…?” Postman choked out, voice quivering as he stared at you with misty eyes. “You’re going down a path you can’t escape from! You’re sacrificing my world for yourself!”

You stared dumbly  at him, hands shaking as you slowly approached him with a pit in your stomach. “Postman wait-”

“No! You ruined everything! All you had to do was listen! Why won't you listen..?” His voice cracked as tears sting his dark eyes. He pointed the gun at you, gripping it until his knuckles turned white, shaking with adrenaline.

You raised your hands up as a show of compliance, despite the curling unease that had settled in your gut. Your face crumbled as he stared at you with a look of distrust and betrayal. “I’m listening now… We can just go back home and… Go stargazing again, yeah? I won’t let things get out of control, I won’t take the truck, and I won’t leave. I promise. You have my word.” Your voice was small, apologetic. You took another step, and then another, and another, and then you were within arms length of him. You silently reached up, holding his face with your hands and swiping away his tears with the pad of your thumb. You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closing with a small, trembling sigh.

“Let’s go home, Postman…”

And for a moment, everything was quiet. The crackle of the fire faded into the background and the sound of his breathing filled your ears, the familiar smell of ink and nutmeg drowned out the smoke. But there was a hint of sulfur and ozone hidden beneath it all. Something was very wrong. This wasn’t Postman. But it was too late.

“Pathetic.”

A sharp, agonizing pain exploded through your side as a dark, black spike pierced right through you, ripping the air from your lungs. The metallic tangy scent of blood filled your nose quickly, the warm sticky liquid gushing into the Earth. A quiet, strangled whimper clawed its way past your shaking lips as you crumpled to the ground, gasping weakly. You could barely move, blood slowly pooling beneath you as the fire continued to burn.

“Please… leave me alone…” You begged through choked gasps.

“It seems I overestimated you, Player.” Snarled that familiar, gravely voice, cutting through the deafening static that filled your ears. As you looked up, you felt a clawed hand curl around your neck, lifting you up like you weighed nothing. Black spots clouded your vision as you struggled feebly. Through your fading consciousness you could make out that horrifying grin that had plagued you for weeks, glowing white teeth that split across his face with hate filled eyes to match. 

You reached your hands up, clawing at your throat for any respite as you gurgled up blood. All you could focus on was the hot stinging pain that flooded your senses. Your vision swam, arms falling limply to your sides.

“I spared you, and instead of continuing on your mission you run right back to the thing that held you back in the first place. You are a feeble minded sheep, folding at the first sign of danger.”

You just stare as the warmth slowly leaves your body, eyes fluttering shut. You tried to force your mind to think about anything else but all you could imagine was how you failed Postman. Who would keep him company? Who would he deliver packages to? You couldn’t leave him. But you didn’t have a choice anymore. 

And then everything was quiet.

——

There was someone talking, albeit muffled but still, someone that wasn’t Smile. Someone shaking you awake, grasping your shoulders firmly, letting you know you were still alive. 

You slowly came to, greeted with the sight of Postman hovering over you as he shook you violently.

“Player! Wake up!” He pleaded, slapping your cheek lightly to try and stir you from your sleep. “You’re having a nightmare!”

You bolt upright, gripping your sheets, feeling your torso as you panted, making sure everything was in the right place. There’s no way that was only a dream. It felt way too real, but there was no stab wound, there was no fire, no smoke, and you were still alive.

Reaching up, you touch your cheek. It was wet. Were you crying? 

“Postman?” You croaked weakly, throat raw and hands trembling as you quickly threw yourself into his arms. He let out a small “Oof!”, wrapping his arms around your shaking frame, smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes.

You cling to him, clutching at his shirt so tight that crescent shaped indents begin to form in your palm. You just needed to hold him, to know that he was real, to know he was still alive. A sob bubbled up in your throat, needy and desperate, slipping past your lips as you curled yourself into a ball. 

 You felt pathetic.

“Player! Breathe! Breathe… It was just a dream. None of it was real. I’m here.” He soothed, voice low and steady, gently rubbing your back. He didn’t move, or shove you off despite the fact that his shirt was getting wet because of your crying. He took off his scarf, hand slipping under your chin to lift your head.

He wrapped it around your neck, the soft material instantly soothing your frazzled nerves as took in the familiar smell. Ink and nutmeg. No ozone or sulfur this time. Just the comforting scent of home.

“Do you wanna go make some hot cocoa and we watch some TV?” He asks in a hushed tone, as if he were afraid you would break.

You nodded wordlessly, sliding out of bed, a shiver going down your spine as your feet hit the cold floor. Shuffling over to the couch, you settle down with a pathetic sniffle, still tearing up a bit. You wrap your arms around yourself while staring blankly into the floor.

You could hear Postman moving around in the kitchen, the pots, wrappers, and cups reaching your ears. After a few minutes he walked to you, plopping down beside you and handing you your mug. 

You lean your head onto his shoulder, eyelids growing heavy as you listened to the droning sound of the TV playing in the background, nuzzling your head into the scarf. 

pairing — postman x player/reader (can be viewed as romantic or platonic)

I need to get this out or I'm going to go fucking insane with this angst alone. I am NOT fine.

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Imagine you, as a player, you're free to roam across roblox wherever and whenever you feel like it. Postman, however is just a simple creation that were made to stay, to serve, and to exist in a dead game that will eventually rot in the future, but was created with the biggest desire to get out of this damned world.

He can't wrap around the idea of his own sentiences, why would his creator gave him desires and wants if they would just bound him to a place that'll rot and eat him away? A fate so cruel for something— someone's existence, he despise how he's aware of such dreadful feelings.

Here you are, how he admires you deeply and how envious he is of you, your existence in this game is another salt to his open wounds, he watch as you come and go as you please, allowed to experience the joy and curiosity he could only dream off, that as far his coding allowed him to.

If he can't go and experience it himself, it's not selfish to let you know his feelings right? It's not selfish to feel sad, it's not selfish to express his desires to you, not selfish for keeping you here with him longer, right? Does he allowed to be selfish for once?

"I can get you of here."

Your words makes him waver, the riffle feels much heavier the longer he holds it, his eyes stings from his own tears and the smoke produced from the raging fire of his destroyed truck, as the smoke paint the sky in ugly grey color.

"Y, you can't. I'm bound to this place, this— don't, i... just... Let's just go back. We— you should go back to your home, Player. P-please."

He can feel his heart twist in pain, the only game he had, the only place he existed is falling apart, what he wished to rot much later now getting faster and faster.

He watches you stare at him with an unrecognizable look, like you've been here countless time and watched the same outcome, trying to understand everything it has, then there's a small smile adorning your features he secretly grew to love, yet this time there's a hint of sadness and guilt.

"Player—"

He flinch as his gaze drifted towards the black screen that suddenly appears behind you, completely hiding the portal that what once present, it's getting harder to breath with the smokes racing through his lungs, but it's harder to understand what you're planning to do.

His eyes try its best to catch the running codes typing itself on the black screen, codes after codes continue to be written and run behind you.

"Just..." It's your turn for your voice to waver as you speak, he could only return his gaze from the screen towards you, heart hammering in his chest.

"... It's not much, but I hope you'd be happier when you get out off of here and make some friends better than me, Postman."

"Player, what did you—"

The screen finally halted its own coding, a new screen appears, much smaller and hover in front of you, "transfer postmanfiles.exe to Forsaken experience." your hand pressed against the button to continue the program, typing away extra commands and changing the files name, "allow 'Postman' to enter any experiences in near future (exclude 'A Nostalgic Hangout Game...?')."

Your hands hover and pressed the button once again to continue, and finally the last warning screen pops up, "this commands will bound you and corrupt your personal codes and databases, are you sure to continue?"

You pressed the last button to continue the code, when you finally look up to see him once again, there's disbelief in his eyes and immediately followed with dread. He hears every words that the program spoken off and he watch you offer him a last solemn smile.

"Goodbye."

Postman doesn't remember when exactly he threw the riffle away as he stumble and run as fast as he could to you, screaming your name in desperation as the world start to fall apart in rapid speed, glitches and warning signs filled the once dark sky and he watches in desperation your body being consumed along with it.

The world around him disappear and he falls with a loud thud against unfamiliar wooden floor. His ears rings loudly and the world is a blur with his tears as he stays glued to the floor. Trying his hardest to regulate his frantic breathing, failing to as he just watched you end yourself for him, and he couldn't do anything to save you.

"Hey, are you alright there?"

His vision returns as he try to sit down and wipe his tears away with his sleeves, the person in front of him looks at him with worry in their gaze, slowly he took their appearance in red uniform with a pizza pin on their chest pocket, something he hadn't seen before other than the tv lady back in his dead world.

Oh.

He's no longer bound into that game... and you're gone, forever.

"I-i'm fine, yes, don't worry about me! The fall kinda hurt and the dust stings my eyes, haha." Postman brush himself off as he stands up, finally taking the sight of his surrounding, warm cozy fireplace paint the room in comforting atmosphere, yet he can't help but feel there's something more than 'comforting' from this place.

He's surprised to see how many people are here in such a small space, some of them look at him in silent curiosity, while others would offer him waves and small greetings.

Yet, he still feels disoriented, he need more time to properly introduce himself after everything.

Later.

BROKEN CODES.┆chapter 2: a second life

he hates you, he had enough of you, and he definitely doesn't want to see you again, you're very sure of it.

˖᯽ ݁˖ pairing — postman x gn!reader . forsaken survivors & postman

˖᯽ ݁˖ tags — chaptered fic . forsaken x a nostalgic hangout game...? crossover AU . angst/comfort(?) . major character death . violence . blood & light gore . no beta reader we die like player . two time praying

˖᯽ ݁˖ a.notes — genuinely I don't meant for this to be an actual chaptered fic, but somehow couple of folks like the idea so now I need to lock in

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