♡ — 007n7

The first few times you flirt with him, he waves it off with an awkward chuckle, thinking you’re just being nice to the washed-up guy who made too many mistakes.

You keep at it during rounds especially when he brushes against you or takes a hit for you— usually tossing lines like:

“Careful, you’re going to make me fall for you~”

Every time you do it, his voice falters just a bit when he answers, like he’s not sure how to respond without giving himself away.

In one particularly hard round, he throws himself between you and the killer, taking multiple hits so you can escape.

When you call him “your hero” he goes quiet and looks away quickly.

Later that night, sitting outside his cabin, he mutters under his breath:

“…Fine. You win. I like it when you say stuff like that.”

After that, he still gets flustered, but he doesn’t brush you off anymore.

♡ — Elliot

When you first try flirting, he responds with short, polite answers, clearly not interested in engaging. His tone makes it obvious—you’re not breaking through that wall easily.

You start changing tactics, complimenting his skill in rounds instead of just teasing him about his looks. When you praise his speed or the way he supports the team, he actually listens.

In one match, he dives in to heal you at the last second, narrowly saving you from being killed. You grin and say:

“My hero in red..”

And he just freezes mid-step—shocked and maybe confused.

From that point on, his responses to your flirting aren’t as cold—still guarded, but softer.

Eventually, after you toss him another line mid-round, he smirks faintly and says:

“Careful, I might start liking this.”

♡ — Shedletsky

The moment you start flirting, he doesn’t shy away—he fires right back, turning it into a battle of quips. If you say,

“You’re looking handsome tonight, pretty boy.”

he grins and says, “Of course, I have a reputation to maintain.”

At first, it’s all jokes between you, but the longer it goes on, the more you notice his smile lingers after your comments.

One evening by the cabins, you tell him in a quiet moment,

“You’re actually really good-looking when you’re serious.”

He stops, a flicker of something genuine in his eyes, and doesn’t make a joke for once.

After that, your flirting gets mixed with his subtle acts of protectiveness in rounds—taking hits for you, or distracting killers off your trail.

♡ — Two Time

Your early attempts at flirting are met with sly smiles and cryptic remarks like:

“You’re wasting your charm. My devotion is to the Spawn only.”

They never outright reject you, but they act as if nothing you say can truly get under their skin. You take it as a challenge.

You start weaving your flirting into moments where they least expect it—after they help you, when they pull off a perfect backstab, or when they trickstab. During one round, you breathlessly say:

“You’d look better smiling for me.”

When they stab the killer to buy you time. They hesitate just a fraction before running away with you.

The turning point comes when you compliment their loyalty and nerve, not just their looks. For the first time, they give you a genuine, if faint, smile.

Later, they tell you in a low voice—It’s the closest thing to giving in you’ve seen—and they don’t take it back.

“…You’re persistent. I almost admire it.. Come worship with me, the Spawn will be pleased with your behavior if you use it to worship.”

♡ — Azure

The first time you try flirting with him mid-chase, he doesn’t even respond. His purple eyes lock on you for a split second before he keeps moving, his expression unreadable.

You can almost feel the wall he’s putting up — as if letting you in is more dangerous than catching you.

You keep doing it every round you see him, weaving it into your chases:

“Careful, Azurewrath, I might just stop running if you keep staring like that.”

He never comments, but you notice the faintest twitch in one of his tentacles when you say it.

One round, you’re hiding behind a wall, holding your breath. He’s right there, scanning the area. You whisper just loud enough for him to hear.

“You’d be even prettier if you smiled for me.”

His head tilts a fraction, but he walks away without a word.

Over time, you notice he starts lingering longer during chases—not striking immediately, almost like he’s waiting to hear your next line.

The shift comes after you drop the teasing and sincerely compliment his precision in the round.

He pauses, eyes narrowing slightly, and mutters just loud enough for you to catch:

“…You’re persistent.”

The next round he's in, he still comes for you—but there’s a flicker of something more in his gaze, amusement?

♡ — 1x1x1x1

Your first flirt earns only a low, distorted laugh from them — the kind that makes your skin prickle. He acts like your words are just another form of entertainment.

You make it your mission to keep at it, tossing a new line every time she appear.

When they strike you from afar, you cough out a playful comment:

“If this is how you treat someone you like, I’m honored.”

At first, he respond with mockery:

“Like? No… I simply enjoy watching you squirm.”

But over the next few rounds, something shifts.

She starts prolonging chases, walking toward you slowly instead of rushing. It’s not mercy—but it’s not indifference either.

One time, you get cornered between a wall and their summoned minion. Instead of striking immediately, they tilt their head, red eyes narrowing as he study you in silence.

You grin up at her, and for a moment, the atmosphere changes—almost like they’re waiting to see if you’ll speak again before ending it.

♡ — Noli

The first time you throw a flirt his way, he's so caught off guard that he actually stops mid-swing— and blurts out, voice crackling:

“Wh–wh—what did you just–j-j—just say?!”

You grin, leaning into it, making your lines more absurd with every minute:

“Careful, my favorite crowned killer, I might let you catch me if you keep talking like that.”

His chaotic trash talk keep coming, but you can hear the extra stutter every time you drop a line. It’s almost too easy to derail his focus.

One match, he’s targeting you hard, and you juked him with a smirk:

“You’re almost making my heart race more than the chase theme.”

He stumbles just enough for you to get distance, sputtering,

“D–d-d-d—don’t flat—tter yours-s—s-self!”

The give-in moment comes when you catch him between loops and call him “the cutest you've ever seen.” Instead of stuttering, he lets out a laugh—a sharp, genuine laugh.

Then he lunges right back into the chase, but the hits feel almost playful now.

When you arrived in the realm, you couldn’t remember anything at all before coming.

You felt panicky, seeing that this somehow was familiar to you. This place, these people, were all so familiar to you.

Some survivors like Dusekkar and Guest 1337 would try to help you remember, moments before you got warped into this.

Yet you couldn’t remember at all, leaving the survivors curious.

Or so you say. You do recognize this place. and these people.

Because you actually got warped into Forsaken. A damn Roblox game. 

But you couldn’t tell them! Oh no you wouldn’t. You would be regarded as crazy!

So you had to play along. Play along with the amnesia act.

But Two Time looked at you… very eerily. Like they knew what was your secret. But you brushed it off.

When the rounds started, you were worried. You didn’t know any of your abilities.

Still, Builderman helped you around with the ropes of the game. Starting with how to fix generators.

And great, 1x1x1x1’s the killer for this round. The sound of rattling echoed, before a swoosh was heard, coming closer, and closer.

You and Builderman scattered, along with other survivors in the area, barely missing the huge Mass Infection slash.

When the round progressed, you tried to help everyone you came across. Giving Bloxy Colas or Medkits you’ve found (because you knew every location).

And each time you helped a singular survivor, there was this ring in your ear.

Just by your help, literally everyone was buffed.

The Sentinels’ duration of stuns were longer. Chance was even luckier with his coin tosses, Shedletsky’s windup with his sword was shorter, Guest 1337’s block was longer, and Two Time’s second life was quicker to fill up.

The Supports’ could help in a more farther range and yes, longer duration. Elliot’s pizza could stay longer if not picked up, Dusekkar’s shield could be cast more farther than closer, Builderman’s sentries had more durability, and Taph’s tripwire could extend more, and could put more than three subspace tripmines.

The Survivalists’ could last longer. 007n7’s clones took more hits, and his c00lgui teleports were quicker. Noob could consume any of their items without being slowed down.

The survivors were clueless to how this happened, before eyes laid on you.

You quickly conjured up a reason. “Maybe… This is my ability?”

When you knew damn well it was because of you. You were self aware. You knew you were in a game. And it somehow allowed you to break it.

Whenever you helped any one of them, that sound in your ear could be heard. And after that, their abilities were enhanced.

Whatever it was, they were glad that it could somehow reduce The Spectre’s influence on their abilities. They had more freedom to use their abilities to their full potential.

And you could subtly cue survivors if resources were nearby. Think of it like this; a game highlighting an item in your view, a visual cue—that’s what you’re doing. Subconsciously.

You could add things to the world also. If a certain area was too dark— oh, why are there torches conveniently placed around there?

No Bloxy Cola or Medkit? What do you mean? There’s literally one right next to you.

Other than that, after you discovered not only you can tamper with the Survivor’s abilities, you could also tamper with the Killers!

And expectedly, the killers HATED you. Hell, you were their most top priority than any support! (Cough. Elliot.)

Noli’s Void Rush was shorter now, and he couldn’t control it completely like before; he’d most often crash into walls.

c00lkidd’s minions were more quick to disappear, and his walkspeed override was also quite uncontrollable like Noli’s. (Same with Mafioso with his goons.)

John Doe’s Corrupt Energy spikes were halved to 13, covering a shorter range; thus trapping made it difficult for him.

Even if Slasher was in an enraged state—he wasn’t immune to stuns like he used to.

1x1x1x1’s windups with their slashes were made longer.

And it wasn’t long before The Spectre noticed the abnormalities in rounds. 

But oh no, it couldn’t eliminate you from damnation because you literally broke its realm. Congrats.