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i’ll break your bones with all the loves i carry ₊⊹ survivor!1x1x1x1 & killer!reader ☆ forsaken
⋅ ₊ ˚ ⊹ ⚓︎ synopsis. they wish they were made of kindness, not scars. they wish they could love you the way you deserve, and stay longer than the silence between your kills. but even that fragile hope feels too delusional to hold onto.
⋅ ₊ ˚ ⊹ ⚓︎ cw ; tw. blood, violence, graphic injury descriptions, mild gore, dehumanization.
additional note ⸝⸝ purely platonic + this entire thing is a terrible attempt at character study and i’m not even sorry </3
misc ⸝⸝ had a fucked up day so i’m projecting. no one can stop me. happy suffering.
“1x? what are ya doing up here?”
“reading.”
“awwh~ look who turned into a little bookworm all of a sudden!”
“shut up.”
they’d picked the cliff because it was quiet - far enough from the others, high enough that even the wind didn’t bother to stick around for long. the kind of place no one else ever bothered to find, a perfect spot to read without interruptions.
which lasted right up until you showed up - uninvited, unapologetic, and shameless, like you belonged there; like you always do.
“aren’t you supposed to be training with the creator?” 1x asked, not even looking up. their voice’s calm, but definitely edged with the hope you’d turn around and leave.
“telamon?” you grinned. “yeah, i was, until he told me to come find you.” with that answered, you flopped down beside them without waiting, arms wrapping around their neck in playful affection. you didn’t even get a full second before they batted your hands away without so much as a glance.
“ow,” you muttered with fake offense, clearly unfazed.
“. . . why would he send you?” they muttered, finally looking over - brows slightly furrowed, thumb pressing against the edge of the page as they slowly began to close the book.
“dunno. he wants me to train with you mayhaps.” you shrugged. “it’s been a while since he spent any time with you anyway.”
what you didn’t expect was how heavily the words landed - at least, from 1x’s perspective. you noticed it instantly - the small twitch of their shoulder, the barely-there clenching of their jaw. it was enough to make you pause, unsure if you’d accidentally said something wrong.
“i see.” their voice was flat, but you could hear the lack of patience beneath the surface. it was subtle, but the way they spoke made you feel like one of your words had stirred something underneath; like it was enough to set something off inside them.
“. . . is something wrong?” you asked, voice hesitant. your mind scrambled to replay your words, trying to figure out if you’d said something inappropriate or hit a nerve.
“no.” they were quick with the response, but the sharpness in their tone was unmistakable. “nothing’s wrong.”
you knew it was a lie - it was in the way their voice had dropped, in the way their body tensed. everything about their expression screamed that something is wrong. yet they weren’t willing to let you see it, or maybe they couldn’t even let themselves admit it.
still, you made no effort to ask again. you just. . . couldn’t.
god, how much you hated it. how much you hated how every normal conversation with them always seemed to turn into a silent argument. how, no matter what you did or didn’t do, it always seemed to fall into this pit of something unsaid.
.
.
.
.
deep, deep, deep inside the hollow mind of 1x - the mind of telamon’s beloved creation, a being crafted with his own hands - there was something they couldn’t shake, something that had twisted inside of them since they could remember: they despised you.
it wasn’t miswritten or a misunderstanding. no, they hated you. they hated you with a depth that cut deeper than anything else, deeper than even their creator’s gaze.
the reason for this hatred was simple: favoritism.
both of you were telamon’s greatest creations. both of you had been molded from the same hands, built with the same intricate care - and yet, you were the one who had everything - attention, approval, validation, affection. and them? well, they had none of it.
not really.
they were fed, yes. they were trained, sure; but not like you. not the way telamon poured his focus into you. every training session with telamon was an hour spent in silence. every conversation was a cold, clinical exchange. every attempt to connect met with indifference.
and those rare moments, those moments when telamon did look at them? when he did acknowledge them? they always felt fleeting, always out of reach.
then there was you. all you had to do was flash that sheepish grin, say something halfway endearing, and you had telamon’s undivided attention. compliments, praise, endless approval; everything 1x could never get, no matter how hard they tried.
they couldn’t help it. every time you earned a simple word of encouragement, a glance of affection, they could feel the jealousy stir in them. they hated how it made them feel so small, like all their effort, all their precision, all their worth amounted to nothing in comparison.
but worse, worse than the hate they felt for you - was the hate they felt for themself.
they knew it wasn’t your fault. they knew you had no control over telamon’s actions, knew you hadn’t asked for any of it; but that didn’t stop the feeling. it didn’t stop the ache deep in their chest.
it was unfair.
they trained. they trained and trained, over and over again, never stopping. the sweat, the exhaustion, the blood - all for one moment, one word, one glance of real approval, one sign that they were more than just a tool.
yet no matter how far they pushed, it was always you.
you, with your half-finished work and easy charm. you, with your imperfections he treated like personality. you, who barely had to exist to be worthy of telamon’s affection.
and 1x? they were always almost. almost good enough. almost seen. almost loved.
they hated you for that. even as they hated themselves for not being able to let it go.
.
.
.
.
“you’re limping. let me take a look-”
“i do not need your concern. save it for someone who earned it.”
“. . . 1x? i’m just trying to help. . . ?”
“no. you’re trying to feel better about yourself. there’s a difference.”
.
“surprise~ i brought your favorite: vanilla synth-gel! or wait, did i get that wrong? lemon? eh, either way, it’s sweet!”
“i don’t remember ever telling you my preferences.”
“hey, i pay attentio-”
“that sounds like a personal problem.”
“. . . right. my mistake.”
.
“you really saved my ass back there, 1x. i owe you one. drinks? recharge room? my treat.”
“i did not do it for you. i did it to avoid mission failure. don’t mistake necessity for sentiment.”
“. . . god, you’re such a buzzkill. . . ! can’t even pretend to tolerate me for 10 seconds, huh?”
“you said it, not me.”
“yeah. i guess i did.”
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.
.
.
all those years - they treated you with the same harsh precision, sharp and unyielding, driven by their own selfish envy and foolish hope that time would smooth it over; that somehow, eventually, things would just fix themselves.
delusional, really.
they had ignored the truth for years - that your loyalty, irritating as it might have been, was the only constant they had. you were always there, always defending them, always enduring their scorn. even when it cost you, even when it nearly destroyed you.
they denied it, every time - denied that your support was a lifeline, even when it endangered you both.
yet they never said it. never once.
not a thank you, no flicker of gratitude, no words to acknowledge what you gave them.
and that’s what makes them regret it to their very core.
because at this moment - pinned down against the solid ground, blood dripping where claws grip tight, fangs bared as if to devour - the beast bearing down on them is none other than their sibling: you.
or rather, whatever remains of you - what still flickers inside the hollowed shell of telamon’s most prized accessory; now reforged into the right hand of that false god, serving only one function in this hellish realm: to kill.
as it was meant to be.
your claws suddenly twitched, shifting deeper against their chest. fangs hovered inches from their face, glinting under the bloodied, flickering light above. your eyes, if they could still be called that, weren’t filled with fury. there was no rage left in you. only purpose - cold, mechanical purpose.
it was almost poetic.
you had always stood between them and the world. protected them, defended them, no matter what it cost you. and now you stood over them, claws to flesh, finally finishing what they had unknowingly begun.
the failed creation didn’t cry. what would be the point?
this was fate. a punishment long overdue - for silencing you, for forgetting you, and for pretending you didn’t matter.
they weren’t stupid, they knew they were as good as dead. with one arm gone, stamina low, and blood loss rapidly catching up, they couldn’t even lift their weapon. the glitchsword slipped in their remaining hand, grip weakening with every shaky breath.
you didn’t waste any time, or maybe it wasn’t even a conscious choice. maybe it was just instinct - raw and reflexive. you clamped your jaws around the blade, tore it from their grasp as if it weighed nothing, and flung it aside with a low, hissing growl.
now there was nothing left between you. no weapon or defense.
just the ghost of a sibling who had once given everything, and the one who hadn’t said a single word in return.
they met your eyes one last time, searching for anything - anything - still human in them.
and what made their eyes go wide wasn’t the sight of your claws dug into their chest; it wasn’t the way your fangs hovered inches from their face; it wasn’t even the color of your eyes, glowing red like some cursed blood-moon hanging too close to the earth.
no. it was the spark - small, little, subtle. almost invisible.
but there.
a flicker of something behind the crimson glare - so faint it might’ve been imagined. yet, to 1x, it hit harder than any wound you’d inflicted.
because that tiny, fragile spark was you.
not the weapon. not the hollowed-out body telamon had turned into his prized killing machine. just simply you.
it told them you were still in there, still fighting.
even now, with your body twisted into something monstrous, you were clawing against the control, trying to stay upright under the weight of someone else’s will. you were resisting. desperately. still protesting your fate in the only way you could.
you hadn’t given up. and that - that was the worst part.
because they had. just like always.
they realized, distantly, that their gaze had softened. that their own fingers had relaxed. that they were no longer preparing for the end.
they were watching you shake.
your breathing was ragged, your claws had stopped pressing deeper into their chest and your entire frame trembled like something cracking under pressure.
then, without warning, they felt the first tear.
it landed on their cheek - warm, wet, and impossibly human.
their eyes met yours again, and this time, there was no mistaking it.
you were crying.
not just one or two silent drops. not just the artificial response of a malfunctioning construct.
real tears - raw, ugly and painful.
except, to them, they were the most hopeful thing they had ever seen in you.
your face twisted, not with rage, but grief. jaw clenched. shoulders trembling. every part of you looked like it was screaming without sound, fighting a war inside your own body that no one else could see.
you were hugging them.
arms - clawed, trembling, bloodstained - wrapped around their broken frame and pulled them close. not tight enough to harm, just enough to hold.
it wasn’t an attack. it was just the last human thing you had left to give.
even so, somehow, it was more brutal than any killing blow.
you buried your face into their shoulder, sobbing quietly, as if even now you were trying to stay silent - trying not to break what little peace remained.
your tears soaked into their scarf, mixing with the blood already there.
no matter how mangled their body was - no matter how the left side of their torso was torn open and bleeding like a river, no matter how ruined and unrecognizable they looked - they still reached for you.
one trembling arm, barely responding, slid around your back in the ugliest, clumsiest attempt at comfort imaginable. there was no strength in it. just desperate instinct like some forgotten part of them still believed you could be soothed.
still believed you needed to be.
“i’m here,” they whispered or maybe tried to. the words cracked halfway out of their throat, wrecked and strangled by pain. blood spilled from the corner of their mouth instantly, running down their chin like punishment for speaking.
god, their throat was on fire. it felt like it was tearing itself apart from the inside out, like even the act of saying something kind was too much for their dying body to handle.
but that was fine. they didn’t care. if there was even the smallest chance - no matter how impossible, no matter how late - that those words could reach whatever part of you was still alive beneath the monster telamon had created. . .
if there was even the faintest hope that they could touch the wound buried in your heart. . .
then let it burn. let their throat shred itself. let the blood pour. let everything else fall away.
because for the first time - in all the years they ignored you, resented you, called you names behind your back, turned away when you needed them most - this was the first time they tried to hold you.
So…can you make platonic headcanons for Taph and Dusekkar with a elderly!witch!reader (elderly like 50’s or 60’s) that can still kick your ass if you piss them off? Also maybe reader has a motherly side???
Awh man what, now this is gonna take me a year/j
Platonic Dusekkar/Taph x elderly!witch!reader
Dusekkar (He/Him)
He enjoys your present very much
Often goes spell casting with you, which side note; ends up goes very bad
You're the only one who uses his actual full name, (Aside Shedletsky calling him mat). He's surprised that you know his full name, but he dares not to ask you.
When it comes to rounds, he can get pretty worried considering you are old. In order for you to survive every time he's the first one to help you when it comes to generators or helping you escape the killer
Speaking of killers, he sometimes forgets that you can still throw a punch. There's one time where you beat up Noli for calling you an old hag (Which side note: Don't do that) and he ended up feeling bad. Maybe Noli still has some bruises
He treats you with loyalty, in fact you have a mother and son bond with him.
He sometimes calls you 'mother', many times. You don't mind at all since you also tend to call him 'son'
You don't mind his rhyming at all; in fact, you actually encourage him to do so!
Taph (She/he/they) (I don't know their gender)
Even if you can kick killers assess, they still chose to protect you no matter what
Sometimes he goes and helps you whatever you're doing, whether it's potion making, spell casting, or anything you need help with
When it comes to backpain (Which of course you are old) she's the FIRST one to help you, no matter what. You don't know how they got there but it's them alright
He does often forget you are strong in some way... They will never underestimate you're fighting skills ever again
Wishes he could speak just so he can have a talk with you, even a short one. You don't mind her being mute, even if he's mute you can still have a conversation with them
You're the type to have one million story to tell, and they are all ears for your story
Always there for you, like a loyal son who takes great care with their grandparents
Don't ask why, but you both like being loud... With that being said, you play the drums while he plays the guitar (Idk if electric or not but let's just say electric) at an ear-breaking volume
This is a forsaken 1x platonic fic this is you do not enjoy the Tumblr formatting its also being posted here on A03
Warnings: Slight warning for S/H this chapter, 1x has a panic attack and doesn't exactly know what it is so she brushes past it really quick, and it's not described. But still a warning none the less
Summary:1x "talks" with a couple of the survivors
All the dividers used are made by @/enchanthings-a
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Ticking.
That was the only noise that lingered in this god forsaken cabin next to the soft hum of the demolitionist’s mines set up around. She couldn't do anything. Unless traveling between the kitchen and the couch counts as something. But even that was risky with how many tripwires had been at up.
It felt weird being here. For such a home-y feeling cabin, resting felt near impossible. Closing her eyes felt like a death sentence. Like at any moment the Specter could come back and simply revoke their privilege to breathe.
Thankfully while no one was here they'd found the time to wiggle out of the hoodie given to them. Looking over themselves their eyes lingered where the burns sat, though scanning the rest of her body, it seems that Elliot at Noob had been rather generous bandaging her up. Many of their fresher battle scars nicely bandaged up.
With nothing to do she slumped against the couch her thoughts briefly wandered to Shedletkey. She doesn't understand why he's being nice to her, everyone else she can see, but him? Telamon of all people looking at her, like she's not a mistake? It simply must be a cruel joke on the Spectres end.
The first round ended rather shortly. Surprise briefly washed over 1x’s face as the survivors appeared one by one. All of them in varying states of panic or mock injury.
Elliot was the first to recover, righting himself with a hand over his stomach. Much to his own fear he let out a genuine yelp seeing 1x sitting on his couch , and found himself tripping over the several tripwires Taph had set up.
1x snickered to herself watching Elliot collect himself with help from the wizard. Once he was up, he carefully started stepping over tripwires to go find a medkit.
Watching them all patch themselves up was amusing for the most part. Though 1x really didn't see much of a point in it as they were going to be thrown into another round again later. The quiet conversation was welcome though it made the cabin feel far less empty.
As much as she hates to admit it she found herself seeking out both Guest and Elliot. Promptly she scruffs the both of them, much to Elliot's dismay and Guest’s concern. They're brought over to the couch she's been crashing on and set down rather roughly.
“Can I leave?" she hisses, looking around at the other survivors who seem a little uneasy at being watched while they lick their wounds.
“ Absolutely not, you're still injured!" Elliot shouts, almost immediately shrinking back in his seat when he realizes who he's shouted at. “What I mean is , you're still hurt. You can just leave or you'll never recover.” he quickly attempts to recover, hoping 1x won't try to strike him down for his mistakes.
“Where do you intend on going?” Guest asks, unsurprisingly he's one of the few who can manage to keep eye contact with 1x. He rests a hand on Elliot's shoulder as he looks up at the killer.
" I just don't want to be stuck inside while you're all off dying. I don't want to be blinded every time I try to make my way towards the door!” her glare pointedly lingers on the demolitionist, who shys away behind Builderman. The action makes them growl, it's so pitiful it feels like an insult.
" You can go outside, just come back when rounds end okay? You're also not allowed upstairs. But other than that free roam as much as you'd like, is that a good compromise?" Guest asks, speaking up and deliberately raising his voice so the other survivors can input.
Chance looks exasperated over at the others , still not comfortable with the fact they've got a killer in their cabin. Dusekkar nods , far more willing to appease the killer than some would hope. Builderman simply offers a thumbs up, he's willing to agree as long as no one does.
Noob nods as Shedletkey stands walking over tripwires to join the three near the couch. " Listen I'm fine with it, but don't go killing all the local wildlife.”
Twotime glares briefly brandishing their sacrificial dagger as a silent threat. While 07 looks away in unease. Taph looks between everyone ,knowing most of them are outvoted but they nod.
1x stares at them all, crossing her arms stubbornly. " I am not a child, I will not step outside and perish, nor don't care what is in any of your rooms. I simply wish for the freedom to enter and exit the cabin without risk of explosion.” she huffs , gesturing briefly to the many trip mines around.
Taph immediately perks up, looking to the others before picking up and defusing mine after mine. With their talons they also cut trip wire after tripwires cooling the threat and shoving it back into their cloak.
1x stares before turning and walking to the door. They push it open and leave as the next round starts for the survivors.
The second round passed suspiciously slowly, the survivors returning for the most part un-injured. 1x briefly checks in like they were asked, noting several differences compared to the first round of the day.
Noob and Builderman seemed surprisingly happy after the second round of the day. Which she didn't take as abnormal just concerning, after all who could be happy in a death game. She wanted to ask but decided she would wait till later when Noob and Elliot come to address her wounds again.
The third round has ended swiftly, all of the survivors showing back up one after the other in varying states of injury and healing. All of them scrambled to help each other, with the time they had in-between rounds.
1x has assumed maybe it was one of the kids based on the bruises some of them had, though the lack of burns proved them wrong. Noli certainly didn't hold back, especially when it came to the outcast who they think fathered the kids (on account of him having the same/ similar GUI’s). Though their injury didn't matter to them much other than that.
However during the survivors' absence of round four, Three her zombie had returned. It seemed it had gone around as much of the island as it could with no luck in finding a way back to the killer cabin and its time was running short. With as much care as she could muster she picked the small thing up, allowing it the small simplicity of returning to the void while she held it.
When the survivors returned Thee had long since diminished into dust and bone fragments. Though as she approached the cabin this time she could hear the frantic scrambling before she could see it. The outcast, while uninjuried had tripped over himself desperate to get to the stairs before Elliot pulled him back. As 1x watched from the door she noted more fury and anger than she'd ever seen on Elliot's face during her nights stay here.
“07, what the hell! You can't just run off like that, we didn't even know who the killer was! What if it was John again! Hell it could've been 1x ! You can't just leave without a word!” Elliot huffed exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
07 immediately shrank back muttering something 1x couldn't hear before very politely excusing himself.
1x looked to the others for an explanation but nothing arose. Elliot stormed off angry, while the others she cared to pay attention to looked confused. Deciding she wasn't needed she picked up the cat and made her way back outside.
As she sat down at the docks, the cat in her arms she fanned out her wings, hoping to feel the familiarity of wind between her feathers. Though not even a minute into the action she feels a presence behind her. Subtly she sets the cat down pulling her hands into her lap. She partially mimics the motion she uses to call her swords to her, then stands swiftly turning to face the person as he swords materialize in her hands.
Pointing the sword at them she stares, she was expecting the Specter. Though all that's standing behind her is the wizard. If she hadn't had felt his presence she'd never even known he was there..
“ Pardon my intrusion on your solitude, but I believe I know the motive to 07’s mood. The concern however is not only his to bear, you two seem to have a common share.” Dusekkar mutters, not having even flinched at the swords pointed at him.
1x growls, not daring to break stance though her glance briefly travels back to the cat. Making sure it doesn't fall off the dock or get too far out of their sight. “ The fuck do you think you know? That pathetic hacker and I share nothing.”
" You share a care, a care that lingers though to most remains unaware. The children three in the cabin with thee. One unwell though the others, hard to tell. Would this perchance be reason to why you wish revenge as a happenstance?"
1x’s stance falters at the mention of children though the stupid wizard is impossible to understand. “ For fuck sake! Can't you speak normally? The rhyming is stupid and I can hardly understand your bullshit. Y'know what-” she stops, slamming her swords into the ground and quickly scruffing the cat. Shoving past the wizard without an ounce of care. She needs to find 07.
With a goal now set she makes her way back into the cabin, setting the cat down at the couch and searching for the hacker while they still have time to recuperate. She blatantly ignores any of the other survivors in her way either simply walking past them, glaring at them until they move, or in Shedletkey’s case violently shoving them out the way. She sticks to the lower floor, being briefly reminded of the agreement made with Guest.
When she finds him, he's coming down the stairs with a bottle of something clutched in his hands. Promptly she grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and dragged him outside. Much to the horror of Taph, who was the only person who actually seemed to catch what happened.
In the brief seconds it took for her to make her way outside and get to a place she deemed distant enough. She'd pushed 007n7 against a tree, holding him by the throat.
“You. What the fuck happened last round!" she snarled, pressing the space between her thumb and index finger against his throat as she stared down at him.
"I— what is this about? You weren't even in the last couple of rounds.” 07 quickly rambles out bringing his hands to grab at her wrist mainly to try and keep them from crushing his windpipe.
" Just tell me which kid it was and what fucking happened and I won't have to kill you.”
Immediately all the color had drained from n7’s face. Generally unsure if the killer meant well or if she genuinely had it out for his kids. " Listen, they're just kids. They don't know any better!”
1x paused, loosening their grip on 007n7’s throat and staring at him like he'd just said the stupidest shit ever. " You fucking dumbass, I want to know what's wrong with them! I've been… thinking about those stupid kids since I've gotten here. You fuckass survivors have no damn idea how good you've got it!" she hisses, pulling her hands away from his throat and his hands but continuing to glare at him.
" I.. what..” 07 stares up almost dumbly for a second, his hands reaching to tighten around something before he realizes the bottle’s not even in his hands anymore. Cautiously he leans down to pick up the bottle before starting up again. " Okay, we can… we can properly talk about this later. To answer your question though, c00lkidd; he's sick. It's a pretty bad fever and I can't tell what it is, but it was enough he stayed curled up for the whole round.
1x visibly softened, her wings lowering to reflect the unfamiliar emotion. "... If you see him again you keep me updated, got that. And you do something to fix it, we don't… they don't have the same luxuries as you do.” And then without waiting for a response she storms off.
Leaving 07 mostly stumped, lost and confused at a majority of her words until the rounds started again.
The rest of the rounds passed like blurs, the kids far too unfocused to properly play their game though happy to find a bottle of medicine laying around the map.
During the survivors' absence she found herself at the docks again, the smell of salt, the sound of the water, the fact she was alone. All of it felt off…
The kids were suffering. The poor things were sick in rounds and it was probably her fault. The fact that she could fix it but they're stuck here. The fact that if she drowned in that lake everything would've been fine. If she had just kept her mouth shut and down what The Specter Telamon had asked that things would be fine!
…
Every attempt to splay her wings and let the wind catch her feathers was tainted.
Tainted by The Specter and survivors alike.
The whole thing pissed her off.
The fact that clothes she wore were given to her by her creator. The bandages she was wrapped in out of pity. The scars that littered her from The Specters touch.
All without thinking her claws tracked to the bandages along her throat, tearing them off . Next come the ones on their shoulders then the ones on their wings. But clawing the bandages simply isn't enough, her wing still stuck in a splint she can't reach. With a growl she reaches, and reaches till she resorts to pulling feathers by the fist full.
The tearing of feathers is nothing methodical, it's violent, angry, and slightly bloody. The poison on their claws only serves to make the ache in their wings worse, though it's better than the phantom burn lingering at the base and joint of their wing.
Feathers pile up at the dock, her wings though already thin looking so much thinner.
As they go to reach for the non-broken wing a hand stops her. Then she realizes just how unaware of their surroundings she became. How erratic her breathing is and how hurt she actually feels. Her free hand claws at the hoodie she's wearing while she tries to push the person off of her only to be pulled forward into a tight hold
“Let go! Get the fuck off of me!"
“Kid, breathe. I'll let go but, you can't go clawing at yerself alright." Slowly but surely the person let's go, lingering just in case she made the attempt to claw at herself again.
She recognizes the voice of Builderman and it's not something she's particularly happy about. Quickly once she's let go she backs up towards the edge of the dock, pulling her knees to her chest and not daring to look up at the admin, despite the height difference. Her working wing and tail move to wrap herself protectively as the other lays limp and she tries to steady her breathing.
And yet he lingers.
He watches what she deems such a pitiful sight of herself. As his breathing slows to something reasonable he hates that she still feels the Admins presence, that she can still feel his eyes on her, that he's still here. Does he find this amusing? Is the great Builderman some sort of sadist?
“Why the fuck are you still here?" she hisses, opting to pull herself further towards the edge of the dock and keep her "protective” stance.
" Makin’ sure ya don't fall into the lake, or claw yerself to hell an’ back. " He sighs.
“Well you can leave, I'm not doing shit anymore!”
“I know, just makin' sure. Can I ask what's got you stressed?”
Her wing folds as she looks to him, glaring. “ Can't you take a fucking hint. I don't like you, and I don't want to talk. So fuck off!”
Builderman stands briefly dusting off his jeans then offering a hand out to 1x " ya forgot to check in last round, had the kids worried, they had the right to be. Last rounds in progress I got unlucky. Why don't we get you a warm drink? Guest told me you don't sleep much, but maybe getting comfortable would do you something good?”
1x continues to glare, staring at his hand. John used to do this for her.
Did— Did Builderman know?
Pushing herself up she stands, refusing to grab the admins hand. " I want you to answer some questions until the others get back. Got it? “
“I hear ya loud ‘n clear." Builder states shoving his hand into his jacket pockets and walking to the cabin.
1x sits at the couch she's been given awkwardly trying to maneuver herself so she doesn't press her wings against the back of the couch. While Builderman fills a kettle with water, sets it on the stove and joins her sitting in the armchair Guest was.
“So, what do ya wanna know kid?" He tilts his head as he leans back in the chair.
"... The yellow one— Noob, are they John's..?” she asks cautiously, almost as if the answer is something she should be weary of.
To her surprise, he nods. And as simple as that she has confirmation that Noob is Johns kid just like she suspected.
“Okay.. and you all. Why do you all have all this shit when we can barely feed ourselves! What kind of fucked deal with the Specter did you all make?" She moves to bring her hands up to her arms, but is stopped by Midnight finding comfort in her lap.
" I don't have an answer for that one unfortunately, Could you explain more ?" 1x reads the look on his face as pity, though it's more unrecognizable to her than anything.
"No. Next question, are the kids okay? I think they're 007n7’s kids? But are they?”
" Yeah, the other two seemed fine. Uh- Pr3typriincess I think her name is, tossed me into a wall this round. They just seemed… like they were thinking or worried about something."
1x goes to speak but the keetle cuts her off. Builderman waits for a second letting her think on what she's going to say, and just giving her time to call out if she wants anything before he disappears into the kitchen.
In what feels like long silence Builderman soon comes back with two mugs he holds one out to her with a smile. Which she takes, looking into the warm liquid it smells like chocolate and she swears she sees small chunks of white dissolving into the mix. Unsure of the contests she holds the cup enjoying the warmth as they watch builder drink his own.
Before 1x can actually continue her questioning the ongoing round ends, and the survivors are rushing to collect themselves.
Shedletkey makes his way over to Builderman fairly quickly and the others start the process she'd seen before, while she warms her hands with mug.
With the killers, John was stressing as much as the corruption would allow him too. His head felt beyond fuzzy and he honestly wanted to go lay down or find the nearest piece of broken code and stare. Though right now he has a task. He needed to make something simple that Noli, Jason and the new guy could keep for the kids, in case he was doing any of those other things.
With c00lkidd sick 1x still missing and a sudden new addition to the cabin everything had been thrown for a loop.
So here John stood with Jason and the new guy Slasher, in the kitchen. With a soup on the stove, a lasagna in the oven, hamburger patties being made using the meat Jason had hunted, they now had a couple of options that could be frozen or at the very least reheated a couple times.
Just as they were finishing up Pr3typriincess slammed open the door to the cabin holding up a bottle and rushing over to John. “Uncle John! Uncle John! I think I found some medicine! Papa had it on him while we were playing tag today!"
John hummed, washing his hands then grabbing the bottle and looking it over. " You're right kiddo. This is gonna help a lot, can you go check on Bluudud and make sure he's not too close to Kidd, last thing we need is all of you kids getting sick at the same time…” he mutters, squinting at the instructions on the bottle.
Pr3typriincess is quick to give a nod then bolt off towards the bedroom. Where she finds c00lkidd curled up beneath both her and his own blanket. Immediately she turns her run into a walk as she finds Bluudud leaning against the bed, asleep. She places her hands on her hips, lightly shaking her head at the sight as the big sister she surely has to step up since Bluudud is asleep.
Quickly she checks to see how warm Kidd is, frowning at how hot he is. She picks up the bowl off the nightstand, running it to the bathroom, filling it with cold water and running it back. She places a now cold damp rag onto c00lkidd’s forehead then sits beside Bluu quickly checking his forehead as well.
He's also getting warm..
However Pr3tystands moving to Bluu’s bed and pulling the blanket off and covering them both with it as she gets comfortable herself.
「 LITTLE HANDS DRAW IN THE DARK, COLORS BRIGHT WHERE SHADOWS START. 」
Forsaken Survivors + GN! Whimsical! Child! Reader
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notes: mb gng I said I was gonna upload more but I accidentally channeled that energy to Forsaken ✌ Anyways, Taph uses he/him because he's Agender and can go by any pronouns + I'm used to this more. Anyways pt2, it's so easily realized I almost forgot Chance and Elliot halfway into the hcs😣🙏
➹ — Guest 1337
Guest 1337 absolutely ADORES your cards. He takes them as seriously as if you handed him something important.
You once gave him one that said “Thak yoo For BEEIng a hero!!” (with a doodle of him fighting a killer with sparkles). He kept it tucked in his vest like a good luck charm.
He calls you nicknames and sometimes headpats you when you hand him your doodles.
He encourages you to keep drawing, saying stuff like:
“It's as powerful as any weapon—because it gives us hope.”
➹ — 007n7
At first, he doesn’t know how to react when you hand him a messy crayon note that says “yOuR OKay 2!!” with a doodle of him in his burger hat all smiley—holding hands with everyone.
He almost cries, because he doesn’t think he deserves kindness after everything he’s done.
Starts keeping your drawings in his pocket like they’re treasures. You’ll sometimes see him staring at them after a rough round.
He sometimes sees c00lkidd in you, often tearing up when he stares at the cards you made.
“Hey. Do you remember that red killer during rounds? That's my.. Son.. The one I've been telling you about. You two are quite alike.”
➹ — Builderman
Builderman proudly tapes your cards up in his cabin, no matter how silly the spelling is. “BEST BUIDER!!!” with a stick figure hammer? Front and center.
He sometimes doodles with you—often making stickmans next to your drawings.
Loves explaining tools and gadgets to you if you draw them—he’ll gently correct spelling but in a playful way:
“It’s not ‘hamor,’ it’s ‘hammer,’ but I like yours better!”
He sees your art as something that holds everyone together when things get heavy.
➹ — Noob
Biggest fan of your drawings. They gasp dramatically every time you give them one, like you just handed over a rare artifact.
“Th-THIS IS FOR ME??”
They always put your doodles next to their desk, calling them “precious keepings” when someone asks.
Sometimes if they can, they'll try to color with you—often leading to fun moments where both of you bond over your love for drawing silly things.
When you get scared, they’ll pull out one of their old drawings and show it to you while explaining in their nervous voice to cheer you up.
➹ — Shedletsky
At first, he acts like your doodles are the funniest thing he’s ever seen. You hand him one that says “Thank u for sord befor !!” with a stick-figure him holding a giant sword and protecting you, and he wheezes laughing.
But when you’re not looking, he actually keeps them folded neatly in his pocket. He doesn’t joke about those.
Sometimes he’ll sword fight with Builderman using sticks just so you can “sketch his epic battles.” He strikes over-the-top poses for you.
If you’re sad, he quietly slips one of your old drawings back into your hand and tells you:
“See this? This proves you make me look cooler than I really am.”
➹ — Dusekkar
He takes your doodles very seriously, like you’re writing holy scripture. If you give him one that says, “Thak yoo Dosakar!!” with some scribbly pumpkin that probably is him—he bows like you just blessed him.
When you hand him a card he always responds with words you can't even understand:
“A gift so small, yet bright with cheer, I’ll keep it close, I’ll hold it near.”
He tucks your cards carefully into his robe pocket, alongside other “sacred items.”
Sometimes he’ll write back to you in rhyming riddles, like little poems on the back of your cards.
➹ — Two Time
When you first give them a silly thank-you doodle after saving you, they don’t know what to do. They stare at it a long time, expression unreadable.
Eventually, they smile and takes it with two hands—but you notice how their hands trembled when they fold it away:
“The Spawn would approve of this.”
They kept it… but you don’t know that they slipped it between the pages of their journal, right next to the defaced photo of him and someone.
Your whimsical trust softens them; they don’t show it often, but your art reminds them of the life they didn't have.
➹ — Taph
He LOVES LOVES LOVES your cards—keeps your drawings tucked in the folds of his robe.
He sometimes try to doodle back for you, but it’s mostly messy circles and feathers. He’ll proudly hand it to you like it’s a masterpiece.
Loves showing off your cards to others, flapping his sleeves dramatically and pointing at them.
Every time you hand one over, he points at it with birdlike excitement and floods you with praises:
“😮✨‼️” (Amazing!!)
➹ — Chance
The first time you hand him a crayon drawing of him with his fedora way too big and the words “THANK U CHANSE!!” scrawled under it, he freezes for a moment.
They put on their usual cocky act—tipping their fedora, smirking, saying:
“Ha! Knew I was your favorite all along, kid.”
HE keeps your notes folded neatly in his pocket, even though he pretends to shrug them off. Sometimes, when he’s alone, he’ll trace the scribbled words with his fingers like they’re something sacred.
They puts on an exaggerated show of being “the hero you already think I am” because they don’t want to disappoint you. If you cheer for them after a round, they’ll lean into it, spinning their flintlock and striking a pose—just to make you laugh.
➹ — Elliot
The first time you give him a card, it says “THAK YU FOR PIZZA!!!” with a stick figure of him holding a giant slice. He beams and immediately tucks it in his polo like it’s a secret badge of honor.
He’s the type to repay your cards with food. Sometimes after a round, he’ll sneak you a warm slice of pizza he saved just for you.
If you’re looking for inspirations before drawing, he’ll let you in the kitchen and cooks while exaggerating his poses:
“Draw me like this, yeah? Make me look brave.”
You remind him of Mia a lot—when you both draw, he often draws you, his dad, Mia and him all happy in front of the Pizzeria.
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Weight.
That was supposed to be grounding, right?
Well, currently it wasn't.
A small weight sat curled up on 1x's chest. A small feline that Noob had affectionately referred to as midnight. As ruthlessly cute as the thing was, it was in c00lkidd’s spot and didn't want to move. It was kind of annoying her.
It could've chosen anywhere else and they think they would've been fine, but its current position was making her irrationally angry to the point she couldn't rest. Though it's not like she really wanted to rest right now anyways.
The hoodie that was put on her, though much larger on their form, felt restricting along with the bandages she was wrapped in. There was also the fact she didn't exactly enjoy the feeling of the material touching her skin.
Her earlier attempts to take it off were met with panic and begging to keep the garment on. Frankly she found it stupid and impractical, despite the warmth it provides. It simply restricts movement and serves to snag on things. She assumes they're making her wear it for a tactical advantage if she were to attack them.
Glancing towards the fireplace, her eyes spotted a figure. The soldier was sitting in an armchair staring at them. He'd confiscated their swords earlier, earning himself a dull wound on his forearms.
The silence was tense, clearly neither of them trusted the other but it was the nicest compromise that didn't involve a possible death.
She was a prisoner in this scenario, and someone needed to play guard.
The sound of footsteps quickly drew 1xs attention to the stairs, where they spotted Noob. An awkward smile plastered on their face as they held a variety of blankets and pillows.
“I found some spares!" they quickly call out, rushing up to the two.
Guest visibly softened as he reached for a blanket, something comfortable and light. While gently refusing a pillow. Noob then turned her attention to 1x, offering from the pile
1x shifted, eyes scanning the pile as they looked. Nothing exactly was the same as the blanket they'd had and they already felt restrained enough with the clothing.
" I don't need it , now will you get this thing off of me.” she snarls, crossing her arms.
Noob paused, glancing down at the cat settled on top of 1x, he almost wished she could take a picture." The kitten or the hoodie? because we've argued abou-“
" Both.”
" I'll just get the kitten then." Noob nervously looks over to Guest before reaching out a hand to gently scoop up the kitten. 1x shifts making them flinch, much to 1xs amusement. Though the cat is removed from their chest allowing them to relax.
1x sighs, crossing her arms and leaning her head back on the arm of the couch. She has nothing to say to noob, well she has questions. However they weren't alone and they wouldn't be until she was trusted. So she kept quiet.
Her wings uncomfortablely tucked behind her and aching, but there was no other way to get comfortable without literally having her back exposed. It doesn't matter, she'll be fine.
Noob made their way back upstairs, the kitten in his arms, wrapped in the remaining bundle of blankets.
Awkward silence lingered between the sentinel and killer. The only noise between them being the crackle of the fire and the faint rattle of chains that lingers as 1x shifts.
It stays quiet for a solid while long enough 1x has time to think, and worry. The kids had likely noticed their absence, or they were asleep. They almost hoped for the latter. Hopefully someone has gotten John to his room to rest, or to the couch. Their mind begins to wander to what the other killers might be doing.
Then the sentinel speaks, interrupting her thoughts. “So what did it do to you? For you to want to kill it “
" Nothing that concerns you soldier.”
" Guest, Guest1337. And clearly it's enough to make you attempt to escape, I can tell what you're doing.” Guest sighs, shifting in the arm chair, his face primarily lit by fire. “You're waiting for me to fall asleep so you can leave, because you know the rounds start up again tomorrow.”
1x stays silent for the most part, hissing quietly as they lean back on their wings. How did he know that? She’s been waiting since they escorted her back to the couch.
And almost as if on cue he explains. “You keep glancing towards the door like you glance at other survivors when you plan to switch targets. You're very expressive when you're strategizing”
Telamon would have words. Probably something about how their face should try and convey as little emotion as possible in order to stay unpredictable. They honestly could give less of a shit .
“I suppose you should know I'm also not the only person down here right now. Elliot is too.” Guest continued, despite 1x’s inner monologue.
" I can kill him far easier than I can kill you.” she mutters, looking away. " Why don't you just let me leave? I'm dangerous to you all and my injuries will give you an advantage next round.”
" Because Elliot and Noob seem to care about everyone, as much as they're both terrified they want to help you."
“It's not worth it. I'm not some thing that can be saved. If you wanted to save something or someone save the kids—” she pauses , she hadn't meant to say that last sentence aloud but she did. She's thinking about those little monsters alot…
Guest goes to say something but the sound of pans clattering and a yelp in the kitchen catches his attention. He stands quickly rushing to the doorway of the kitchen, spotting Elliot frozen on one of the counters looking panicked.
“Wha-"
“There's a rat in the kitchen! Where's Midnight?"
“Elliot breathe, Midnight's upstairs with Noob it's fine the rat won't hurt you."
“Guest this is not Ratatouille, It's unsanitary and knowing it it's probably cursed, or will give us the plague, or something!"
1x snickered from the couch hearing them bicker back and forth before standing. The abrupt rattling of chains following them as they walk into the kitchen.
“It's just a rat, calm the hell down.” she states, rolling her eyes as she quickly drops to her knees near the sink. She takes a quiet moment then reaches her arm under the cabinets. There's a quiet squeak before she comes back up holding the now dead rat and walking back out. "See, it's that easy.”
" Please don't eat that…" Elliot mutters , climbing down from the counters and reaching for a rag.
1x stays silent as she looks at the rat then at Elliot. She could eat it just to see him squirm but that wouldn't get them out of the situation they're in.
Instead they sit back down on the couch holding the rat in their hand and focus their energy. It's draining at least physically, to trade some of their energy and a life to call forth one of their own but soon they have a zombie sitting in their hands.
She studies it for a moment trying to figure out exactly which one it is before leaning back "Three, it's good to have you back. I apologize for the small form, but I need you to do something for me." she glances behind her, looking at Guest in the doorway then turns to whisper to the zombie.
“Find a way back to our cabin and come get me when you do." She sets down the zombie letting it scamper off to find a way back.
Guest stands concerned with what he's just witnessed, but he returns to sit anyway. He has no more questions seeing as 1x doesn't seem interested in answering them.
The night passes with the faint noise of Elliot making and cooking pizzas through the night. At some point Elliot retires to bed, and Guest falls asleep, leaving 1x a line with their thoughts and no noise. The fireplace has long since died out and they didn't feel like reliving memories not after the last couple.
A shallow static filled chuckle broke through the silence, filling the space.
It was back.
Her hand clenched into a fist as she eyes the surroundings. Trying to catch a glimpse of it before she felt a presence beside her.
It seems you've managed to escape.
How.. did you do that?
No matter. it seems you're stuck here for now.
Perhaps I should throw you back to the bottom of the lake?
Learning to swim might do you some good my dear.
1x stays quiet clearly trying to ignore the Specter as she runs her claws through her hair. Guest didn't seem disturbed from his sleep so of course it was only taunting her.
How about we make a deal darling.
Do you want to go back?
Make sure the children are okay?
Play my game and I'll make sure you can.
Or continue to ignore me and watch those you harbor emotions towards suffer.
Jason has kindly sorted out his issues with his performance.
So now it is your turn.
You have time to make your choice!
If you want to play my game, keep one of them with you when one of the rounds starts.
The more useful the person, the more lenient I might be.
The static feeling left just as quickly as it had appeared. 1x took a heavy breath trying to steady herself. She hated that thing just as much as she hated her creator. She didn't exactly want to play its game either, but she'd get to go back if she did.
Heights above she wishes she could sleep like a normal person.
Shedletkey sat on his bed, his wings splayed out behind him and Builderman worked to preen them in the early morning before the rounds started up. Builder's hands were familiar and the practiced motions felt nice in his wings. Though the air was a bit tense.
“So…are you going to tell them?”
Shedletkey paused glancing back at Builder, his wings dropping as the conversation finally started. “B, I can't. They're gonna have questions, so many questions.”
“It would be better if you tell them and they know compared to 1x outing you on the spot. "
" I know.. but I'm not him anymore, I don't have that power anymore. If I did, surely I'd be able to kick The Specter ass and get us all out of here , right? Besides, isn't her blatant hatred of me enough? “
Builder sighs as he leans over Shedletkey's shoulder, hugging him from behind. “ You can explain that to them. These people trust you. They trust you to protect them like I trust you with my life. And sure, sometimes you whiff and mess up, but this game we're stuck in was never tilted in our favor."
" Builder… they're gonna kill me, 1x is gonna kill me. The fact that she hasn't made it a goal already tells me something isn't right here.”
"Tela, maybe they defied it, it clearly had intentions to try and kill her. We found them half drowned in the lake with a broken wing."
“I know just, give me some time , if she leaves then I won't have to say anything, not yet at least.” he mutters, placing his hands over top of builders and hugging himself. “Now how about we go get some breakfast."
Builder nodded, pressing a quick kiss to Shedletkey's shoulder, then moved from behind him to stand. Shed quickly followed after making their way downstairs.
As they both made it to the bottom of the stair they were greeted with a very concerning sight. 1x being held down by Guest, Twotime being held back by noob, and what looks to be the shreds of the hoodie Shedletkey has given them on the floor.
Taking in a heavy breath Builder turned to walk forward as Shedletkey returned upstairs to find 1x something to wear.
" What the hell happened here?” Builder asked looking between the group, mainly looking to Noob and Guest for an explanation.
" Twotime tried to stab them and they retaliated.” Guest quickly explains, he looks regrettably down at 1x having used their chains as an extra restraint.
“Listen to me, the Spawn demands a sacrifice! It whispers of betrayal and pain. We cannot allow them sanctuary here anymore! Please my friends listen to me, the Spawn is yet to be wrong!” Twotime quickly rambles out as Noob pulls them to the kitchen.
The group can audibly hear 1x snarl, their chains going taught as they try to pick themselves up. “Get off of me or I'll fucking kill you.."
Guest shakes his head. “Not yet, just give us a moment to separate you two, check you both over for injuries and-"
“I'm fine get the fuck off of me! I'm not hurt and you're all lucky I didn't kill that damn cultist.”
Guest glances at Builder who sighs, taking off his hardhat and running a hand through his hair. " Guest, can you please take her outside? I'll bring you both breakfast and we'll have a group meeting about this later."
Guest nods, then as carefully as he can picks up 1x and makes his way outside with them.
Builder looks around a little further, spotting a shattered plate near the couch where 1x was. But he continues further , making his way into the kitchen to spot Noob and Twotime. " Twotime.. why'd you try to stab them?”
" They were hostile! They are hostile! Noob simply tried to help them and they— they refused, I don't understand how anyone could refuse such kindness!”
" Twotime, it's fine really I should've expected them not to eat much, they hardly ate any of the soup, but they looked hungry. I just guessed wrong “ Noob frowns very cautiously letting go of Twotime, whose tail is twitching back and forth angrily.
" Alright, so Noob offered food, 1x reacted poorly and you attempted to stab them so they fought back in self defense?" Builder asks, running a hand down his face. He didn't have the energy for this just yet. Several of them still needed to eat breakfast, and Elliot needed to be woken up soon.
Noob simply nodded as Twotime huffed, they were in the right and they know they are.
Glancing at the clock he sighed. " I'll clean up the mess and take Guest his plate. You two go about everything like it's a normal day and wake Elliot up, we don't need him asleep during the round, it'll take forever to find him."
As the mess was just about sorted Shedletkey made his downstairs with another hoodie of similar style to the last though this time it was all black. Shed spares Builder a quick questioning glance and Builder gestures to the door.
Before Shedletkey could make his way outside with the garment Noob basically hands him two plates.
" One of these is for you and the other is for Guest. Please.. just take that out with you?"
“Of course kid, it's no problem." He quickly shrugs, moving outside only to see 1x settled rather peacefully on the ground holding something in their arms, Guest stood near by his arms covered in claw marks that leaked with familiar green poison.
He offers the plate out to Guest who takes it and sighs, relaxing some now that he has a reason to.
Shed takes a breath then walks up to 1x offering out the hoodie. " Here, to replace the one that ripped.”
" I don't need it, it's uncomfortable.” she replies, hardly glancing up to him.
“You're not decent , just put it on."
“I don't need it. It's restricting enough with the bandages." There's a snarl in her tone as she rests one of her hands on her legs now side eyeing him.
“1x, please you'll make people uncomfortable. Just wear it .”
" I do not care about your standards of decency, no one back in my cabin was ever uncomfortable with it so I am fine. "
Finally looking down at what they seem to be holding, only to see Midnight. “Listen 1x please just do it , I won't ask you anything more."
With a huff 1x snatched the hoodie from his, pulling it over themselves. They grab him by the collar of his shirt glaring.
" This is the final time I listen to your instruction. You are not my father and you are a lousy creator. The next time you speak to me I will paint portraits with your blood and use your feathers as decoration.” she hisses in somewhat of a whisper.
Letting him go she stands stomping off towards the forest leaving Shedletkey stunned, he never expected them to listen to him. The look from Guest is worse though, he looks curious, almost asking if they should talk. Ultimately he decided to shake his head , walking back inside with his plate and storing down on the couch to eat.
The rounds had shortly begun, but back amongst the killers there was a hefty bit of concern. Jason returned last night, and seemed alright. Noli had attempted to make breakfast, and John was looking after the kids.
Still with no sign of 1x .
It was concerning for all the killers, none of them had ever simply disappeared and not come back.
As Jason left for his round, John found himself in the children's room, clear headed and concerned. Pushing past the slightly foggy feeling that sat with him he brought a clawed hand up to c00lkidd's forehead.
He frowned watching the c00lkidd squirm away, he had an awful fever, probably something serious. John sighed, they didn't have medicine, at least not that he knew of. He'd probably have to make something, but he's not exactly equipped to do so.
Pr3typriincess and Bluudud hovered over his shoulders regularly checking with him to see if c00lkidd was doing any better, reluctantly John had asked them both to help him play nurse. He patiently taught the two what to do and to get either him or Noli if things seemed like they were getting worse or better.
He doesn't hate to admit it, but he's worried. 1x having gone missing and now c00lkidd being sick, if the other kids get sick he's not sure what he might do. Though sooner than he'd hoped Jason's round was over, the killer, having won, immediately retreated to the cabin kitchen.
John was next up next. As he took a breath he let the foggy feeling cloud his mind. He didn't exactly want to kill. His round was a bit of a blur. The gray one tried to talk to him again. The words still fuzzy in his mind, something about knowing him and knowing he could be better. And the yellow-blue one cautiously called out to him.
He remembered muttering something, maybe something about medicine and hurting. But nothing seemed to make sense in his mind aside from the fact he knew he lost. He believed he spent the round wandering behind the two who talked to him. Their voices so familiar yet so distant all at the same time.
When his round ended the foggy feeling thankfully left him for the time being. He decided he'd make food, he thought about making soup, but he wasn't sure they had the materials for that.
So, canned chilli with hunted meats it was!
Bluudud kindly helped him in the kitchen as Noli's round started , Pr3typriincess regularly running updates down to him on c00lkidds status.
Thankfully the other two kids ate, however getting c00lkidd to eat was a bit of a hassle the kid could hardly stay focused enough to eat. He'd clearly rather sleep than try to eat but he couldn't let the kid starve while they were sick. At the very least he'd eaten and would probably eat later too..
As Noli’s round ended, the kids were left for last. Though surely The Specter weren't so cruel it would leave a sick child to participate in a game.
Much to the dismay of everyone it would.
c00lkidd being the first up for the children.
With c00lkidd gone the cabin held an unfamiliar tension as John moves to step outside. Noli being instructed to watch the kids. John needed to find something, any evidence that pointed to 1x being alive.
The forest line, nothing. The campfire, nothing. The lake, nothing.
…
Nothing?
He paused, slowly turning back to the lake then lumbering over to the dock. The broken code was gone. The Specter never cared about things like that so surely it would still be there. He thinks he remembers seeing broken code around still. Nothing's been fixed.
So why is the one in the lake gone?
He glanced down at the wood boarding of the dock letting his eyes focus on his surroundings rather than the absence of code. Feathers laid out on the docks, sporadically like a struggle might've taken place.
Did 1x do that?
Did 1x and Jason fight? No, 1x certainly would've put up a fight and Jason would've been injured.
Glancing back at the water he frowned.
Could 1x swim?
The grounds of Planet Voss were quiet, suspiciously so. All of the survivors had managed to gather in one spot and not a single person was injured or had even seen the killer.
It couldn't be someone new right?
Noob sat by a generator slowly fiddling with the wires as they looked around, anxious something or someone would come up behind them. Guest stood nearby, basically keeping guard.
“Alright, I'm going out to look. We can't all sit here terrified. Maybe it's 1x?” Elliot called out, making his way to exit the base.
007n7 quickly stood nervously reaching out towards Elliot " Elliot, hold on you can't just go out on your own.”
" Then come with me, I'm not going to sit here terrified the whole time.” Elliot huffs crossing his arms as he stands at the entrance.
Chance sighs and he dips his head to walk forward. “Alright, if you two are going you'll need at least some form of defense. Safe to say I'm feeling lucky."
07 frowns but sighs joining the two as they all cautiously begin to traverse Planet Voss. They cut through the middle using the many half walls as cover. They get about half way to the other side only for 07 to stop as he hears familiar sniffling.
Lingering back 07 pauses and looks around. He purses his lips about to say something, then shakes his head and decides to dart off.
When he finds his son he frowns, though no longer small and holdable like he used to be, instead he's monstrous with more of his demon-esque features having grown in.
It's the first time he's actually getting a good look at him without being strangled, but what truly breaks 007n7s heart is the fact c00lkidd is curled up as tightly as he can, tears pricking his eyes. He lets out a cough and only curls up tighter.
Hesitantly 07 kneels down resting a hand over his forehead noting how warm he seems to be. Checking the area, he frowns. There's no medkit nearby, and there's no guarantee the medkit will actually have any medicine. His son shouldn't be here in this condition. Reaching down and grabbing c00lkidds hand he sighs. He doesn't want to alert the others, that might cause more trouble than it's worth.
He wishes he could do something, but there's nothing that he could convince the others to do other than work on the generators. So for now he sticks by his son's side. He wishes he could do more as the time idly ticks by but there's nothing much he can do to improve the situation.
As the time ticks down to the last ten seconds of the round he presses a kiss to c00lkidd's forehead.“Oh kidd…I'm sorry bud, I wish I could do more for you. I'll bring you some medicine tomorrow, hopefully I don't need it though.” he mutters, pulling c00lkidd into a hug as vision fades to black and the round ends.
This is a forsaken 1x platonic fic this is you do not enjoy the Tumblr formatting its also being posted here on A03
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Everyone had gathered in the kitchen, most of them collected at the table. Some standing, some sitting, but most importantly they were all in the same room. Quiet talking and mummered conclusions about the new addition in the cabin reverberate around the room , everyone clearly a little nervous.
Elliot stood in the kitchen ,dicing up ingredients and rodding them into a pot going over a mostly steady flame. His hands still slightly shaking from his hurried bandaging as he glanced toward the group.
Noob was as politely as they could, assisting Elliot in the kitchen, stirring the pot and offering light suggestions on what they should buy to put in the soup. Noobs recent claw cuts have been cleaned and bandaged. Faintly over the chatter they hear Elliot ask for a spice and hand it over, in a sort of half paying attention kind of way. Their eyes linger practically drawn to 1x. Who was carefully laid on the couch in front of the fireplace to warm up.
Above all the chatter Guest stood and cleared his throat , loud enough to catch the attention of most of the other survivors. Which immediately quieted the room. Builderman quietly thanks him as they switch spots , Builder moving to take front and center stage in the discussion. “Alright, alright settle down, all of you please. Listen, we don't know what happened or why they're here, but the least we could do is give them a chance. For the very brief moment they were awake they seemed confused, panicked even. " Builder starts, glancing between the room as he expects to hear interruptions but nothing comes quite yet.
" Perhaps The Specter is giving us a new option, or it's just trying to confuse us, for now I don't want anyone trying to aggravate them. As far as we know they're still a killer. Elliot also seems very passionate about not leaving them to their own. Personally I trust Elliot's judgement.” he turns to the room , briefly glancing back at Elliot. Who shys away opting to focus more on the soup and not accidentally chopping a finger off.
Twotime finally speaks up a glance over at the unconscious killer. “So they're staying, and we aren't sacrificing them? Her? It? Whatever, would it be acceptable if they get hostile first, after all it's 1x and we haven't exactly known kindness or clarity from her, especially Shedletkey."
Shedletkey glares at Twotime crossing his arms with a huff, though he finds himself regularly glancing back to 1x. Something paternal stirring inside of him, he knows why. He simply refuses to acknowledge or act or it.
" We will treat her like any other survivor for now just, with watches and rules in place, I don't think any of us exactly trust them not to stab us in the back so it's only reasonable.” the admin sighs, lifting his construction cap and running his hand through his hair.
“Our enemy rests in a bed in our home, the least we could do is not leave them alone." Dusekkar mumbles, the flame in his eyes unfocused as if he were seeing a vision. “ Though they are bruised and battered their heart still matters, while filled with hatred their blood it splatters, stitches and time with kindness on our mind may we hope to mend a very broken friend."
For a moment the room pauses, everyone attempting to decipher the riddle put forth by the wizard.
Chance stands up slamming his hands on the table, causing the duo in the kitchen, Taph and 007n7 to flinch. “Duse, you couldn't possibly be telling us to try and befriend it. They've killed us without mercy so many different times, we should be returnin’ the favor! She, it- whatever they don't like us never have never will! And for fucks sake can we get em some clothes!"
Guest clears his throat. “They seemed occupied threatening to kill it. We gotta figure out what happened to ‘em. Why, they nearly drowned in the lake. But I do agree clothes would be good for ‘em."
Shed doesn't say a word as he removes himself from the table and heads upstairs. Builderman glanced in his direction clearly worried for a second but deciding to let him leave, this was his daughter laying there after all.
07 takes in a breath watching 1x stir but not wake. Part of him wants to run through the other half wants to see the chaos unfold. Everything seems far too peaceful at the moment as the conversations and concerns of what to do with them continue.
Telamon stood behind them with a hand firmly on their shoulder. This felt all too familiar, Telemon behind them something warm and wet on their hands. Looking down they see their own black stained arms, their swords, and a robloxian looking at them in horror.
1x is shaking, hesitating, the blades of their swords lingering above the robloxians head. They can feel Telamons claws dig into their shoulder as he squeezes harder, a silent invitation to finish it. They can't, the person below them looks terrified, defenceless.
As they drop their guard the person below them sighs, though quickly panics as a sword is slammed through their skull. 1x is pulled off the person, their hands and outfit covered in blood. Telamon practically pulling them up by their muscle shirt.
“What the hell was that!" he shouts, gesturing to the body with a hand.
“I— they looked scared, innocent! I couldn't do it.."
“Couldn't do it, because they looked scared? Your opponent won't do the same thing, you know.”
“I- I know. I just— they didn't have a weapon and they seemed so… innocent.”
With shaking breaths 1x bowed apologetically, to say they were trembling would be an understatement. Every movement he made was terrified and every breath filled with caution.
Telamon turned away from them a familiar flick of his wings sending them scrambling to their feet to follow after. Following Telamon on a steady walk back to her room. They stop at her door, Telamon turning around and grabbing one of their wrists.
As harsh clank and the sound of metal snapping, quickly followed by the reeling of chains causes her to pull her hand back. Looking down, a greenish black shackle sits at her wrist. similar chains pool at the ground then fade off into nothing.
“You've lost this arm for the week. You are not to use it whatsoever. You must figure out a way to make it work. As your opponent would've taken something from you today, whether it had been an arm, an eye, a leg, it could've very well been your life. You are not to hesitate, perhaps if you do better we'll find reason to remove the cuffs themselves.
As Telamon left they themselves moved to clean off, blood covered hands and arms difficult to clean with only one hand. As 1x stares at their hands the scared look on the person's face currently burned into their memory along with the sudden action of Telamon slamming his sword into the person, the memory making them flinch.
Jolting awake 1x nearly knocks heads with the person above them. Hissing as they cover their eyes with their hands , frowning at the bright lights above them. It takes her mind a while to register anything, even longer for her body to catch up. She feels something being placed into her hands, her chest tightens and her stomach knots up as she feels herself heave.
A wet cough leaves him as she leans against whatever she's been made to hold. They feel sick to their stomach, they heave and vomit once again, their stomach far more empty than they believe it's ever been.
They taste saltwater and bile. They probably died, the Specter must have wished it so. They felt restricted, probably more chains to make the next round more interesting.
Predictable as they said.
Blinking away bleary eyes they start to cue in on their surroundings now less in their own head. There's a hand on their shoulder that doesn't feel familiar, someone in front of them and their same weird restricting feeling.
Looking down, mainly looking for the restriction. She finds herself covered in an oversized white hoodie that's back at the sleeves. Mocking, how fun. Clothing isn't exactly something she enjoyed not when the use of her arms were critical and no one had opened back clothing for her wings aside from one of the kids. It was simply just easier not to wear anything.
Sparing a glance between their arms to see who surrounded them. They caught three familiar yet unfamiliar figures as they peaked. The soldier, the rookie and her creator. She felt a growl in her throat build, though it was quickly interrupted by coughing.
Cautiously their creator reaches for what they realize is a bucket and for a moment their grip on it tightens. She searches for hostile intentions amongst the room. Then the smell of food catches their attention. Turning their head toward the rookie in a snap their eyes lock on to the bowls they're holding.
The bucket is carefully pried away from them and cautiously the rookie holds the bowl out to them. She stares, half expecting it to be a joke, for what they assume is soup to be thrown at them. For a moment longer they start to study the rookie.
They look like John, at least John before they saw him here.
For a moment they soften and take the soup they don't bother with words, the fact she hasn't killed them yet ought to be thanks enough.
There's a collective sigh around the room as no one gets attacked. They notice their creator isn't currently in their vision anymore and the other two seem weary. The rookie or as she might start calling them kid John, walks up and takes a seat beside them, no words, no questions they just do.
There's a quiet “What are you doing?" from a voice she recognizes but can't name. Though no one answers them.
She hears a gasp behind her and her wings twitch (one painfully so) but she makes no actions aside from bringing the bowl to her mouth.
“Do- do you want a spoon?" kid John offers, holding one out to him. He in turn levels a glare causing them to shy away and turn back to their own food.
She coughs again, it's still wet and uncomfortable but they push past it to drink from the bowl. He's expecting it to taste awful despite the nice smell. Like it would be nothing more than warm blended vegetables, but the moment she actually tastes it she feels guilty for eating.
She gets about halfway through the bowl before roughly setting it down and going to stand. Her vision darkens but she stays upright waiting for it to return. They grit their teeth and continue much to the dismay of kid John.
They almost reach the door before the pizza delivery boy stands in front of it , almost stern.
“ 1x," he starts, a tremble in his voice. “ I cannot allow you to leave."
“You can't allow me to leave.” her voice rasps as leans down and she gets in his face. He looks terrified. “ You and I both know you can't stop me from leaving." She glares, reaching to her hips, only to find neither of her swords.
He knows they're here, he'll just have to call them back unless the Specter has done something about that.
" I know, but you're injured—”
“I will gut you!” they hiss, pulling one of their swords to them and pointing it at the healer in front of them.”I have better things to do than to sit here and be held hostage. Now fucking move."
It's a bit of an empty threat, she really doesn't think she can kill anyone right now. Especially not someone as defenceless and terrified as him. Not right now. She's not angry enough, and she just wants to get back to the killer cabin so she can make sure the kids are okay.
"Like what?”
"Noob!”
Noob? She glanced back to see kid John speaking up, at least she knows their name now. They're half tempted to answer, to be honest , but they cannot do that right now.
“It's none of your damn business. Now move."
“Are you going to try and kill it?" Noob asks again, their voice still wavering nervously.
"If you keep asking questions I'll kill him, the soldier and you. I have better things to do right than answer your stupid fucking questions. Injured or not I'm going to do what I have to.”
"You didn't even finish eating.” Noob retorts, and 1x can't help but feel annoyed and slightly bested because they in fact didn't ask a question
“I don't need to." 1x snarls. She doesn't quite want to admit that the food was good, that clearly despite the situation the survivors were in they were doing much better than the the rest of them.
“Please. You're hurt , you shouldn't be doing all this."
“Why the hell do you want me to stay so bad? Are you trying to kill me ? Nothing in this situation benefits you, the only person who even stands a chance in a fight against me ran. Coward "
“This isn't for anyone's benefit other than yours. Noob said you crashed into the lake, you're covered in burns. Your wing is broken and in the absolute nicest way possible you look like shit!” Elliot speaks up, raising his voice just a bit mainly to draw 1x’s attention..
“..." They can't even argue. She feels like shit, so she must look it. But she needs to go. She's almost certain the kids are in danger and johns out of commission. They can't be stuck here, they need to go kick it's ass.
“1x." the soldier calls out this time, taking a couple steps forward. There's something in his eyes, something she can't quite understand. They think it's pity. “Please just calm down and let us help you, you wouldn't believe it but these two are incredibly stubborn when they put their mind to it. Unfortunately that means when they want to help someone they'll help?”
1x snarls as they lower their swords, she doesn't have the energy for this. Everything still aches, and they can still taste the soup. She wants to collapse here and now but the kids, and the others ..
Cautiously Noob approaches and takes their hand bringing them back towards the couch and sitting them down. He can see the exhaustion on her form. "Just rest a little longer. Please, not even you deserve to be left on your own injured in this place.”
She sighs, collapsing into the couch. It's so much more comfortable than they initially thought. They'll only stay as long as they have to no more no less…
Back at the killer's cabin the kids have washed up and were patiently waiting for 1x1x1x1 to return. Pr3typriincess currently sat on the floor folding paper into different shapes. Bluudud on the other hand was bothering a clearly tired c00lkidd.
"kidd, c'mon you've gotta stay awake for auntie, she'll be back soon, she's never gone for too long.”
c00lkidd let out a quiet groan swatting at Bluududs hand and moving to cover his head with his hoodie. Bluudud frowns, continuing to attempt to bother him.
" Pr3ty, I think there's something wrong with kidd”
" Yeah of course there's something wrong with him, you're messing with him!"
“That's not what I-"
They're quickly cut off by the door slamming open. Excitedly Pr3typriincess stands only to immediately deflate as she sees Jason at the door. Disappointed and now slightly annoyed she glances back at c00lkidd, actually getting a good look at him. Bluudud is right he doesn't exactly look well.
Humming, she stands up and walks over, placing a hand on her brothers forehead. She frowns realizing how warm he actually is. Pulling back she rushes up to Jason.
“Jason, did you see auntie 1x out there? c00lkidd is sick”
" Ki..ki..ma..ma."
Pr3typriincess blinked, lost as she didn't understand. She thought for a second before turning to Bluudud.
“I'm gonna go find uncle John, maybe auntie told him where she was going! If not we can go to uncle Noli”
Jason, now no longer interrupted, moved to take a bloody bag into the kitchen. Pr3typriincess covers c00lkidd in the blanket that usually sits on the couch for 1x. After gently patting c00lkidd’s shoulder she runs off to where she remembers finding John Doe earlier.
“Uncle John, Uncle John!?" she called out finding the man had shuffled further away from where she had found him before. Though he seemed a little more coherent
He glanced towards her tilting his head. "Yes, little one?” his voice sounded tired, a tad bit glitchy and strained but he was talking.
“Auntie 1x is missing and c00lkidd is sick." She looks up at him with the most distress he's seen on her face.
He nods, sighing, and moves to lead her downstairs. "I'll look for her. Can you take c00lkidd up to your room? I will fix it.”
This is a forsaken 1x platonic fic this is you do not enjoy the Tumblr formatting its also being posted here on A03
Warnings for this first chapter are; blood, burns, tbh cannon typical 1x stuff
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Dark, everything was dark, something 1x1x1x1 was familiar with.a quiet darkness somewhere in the back of their mind that provided her some semblance of peace. The noise of talons hitting good tile shook them from their quiet, as the door to their room was opened. This room held no windows, no amenities, no joy. Only a solitary mattress complete with bedding, a small shelf that held their clothes, their swords, a whetstone ,and a destroyed training dummy. The room itself is solid, flat, no indentations, a perfectly smooth cube.
Slowly 1x stood taking their swords from the shelf, and almost excitedly running up to the door. There stood Telemon, the tall imposing figure of a god that fathered them. Politely she bowed, looking up to him as he turned away from the door with a quick flick of his wings. No words, that was fine, it's just like every other time.
1x looked down at their hands, no longer stained with black, instead a soft gray and their torso no longer see through. Another memory, further back than they'd like, but one she didn't have the energy to change. Quickly they follow behind Telemon letting the memory play out as it's intended.
Rushing up she grabs one of his sleeves tugging on it lightly. “Telemon! Telemon?" Their voice called out younger, happier.
“What do you want?" He asked, hardly turning to address them, leading them through the inner caves of the heights to the blinding outside light.
1x made a noise of discomfort as they brought an arm up to shield their eyes. “I have a request?” She looked up to him waiting for any indication they shouldn't before getting none and continuing. “Could I call you father?"
Telemon turned them in what they think is shock, the younger 1x couldn't read his face, though now they were certain it was disgust. " If you do well in today's training, you may.” He gave a curt nod as he crossed the arena readying himself as 1x did the same.
A silent countdown began, 1x flipping one of the swords in their hands before rushing forward, slashing at Telemon, through the god in a relaxed manner parried and pushed them back with a gust of wind. Quickly 1x moved to act again, throwing one of their swords and rushing up after it, swinging the blade at Telemon's legs. Telemon wise as we ever used his own sword to redirect the one thrown and raise his above their back.
"Dead.” Telemon's voice called out, as 1x looked up to see the blade. "Though it was a good attempt, you've still lost one of your swords and put yourself in a compromising position.” He critiqued using a gust of wind to retrieve the other sword. “You're getting better, 1x1x1x1. Now, again.” He barked, allowing 1x to back up and reorient themselves.
Failed attempt after failed attempt, with many of them ending up with 1x supposedly dead, they'd finally managed a win. Tired, exhausted and smiling as they looked up to Telemon. “Telemon, sir. Did I do well?" She asked, taking in several deep breaths.
“Yes you did well. Very well. I believe you've earned your request." The tone didn't sound quite right, but he'd said it regardless.
1x gasped, quickly dropping to their knees in a thankful bow. “Thank you father!”
1x1x1x1 didn't bother with the rest of the memory; it made them feel weird, something unfamiliar that they no longer understood. So they laid on the couch, her eyes closed, the distant sound of chaos unfolding in the cabin. Before, a solid weight settled on their chest, and they felt hands in both their wings and hair.
Slowly he cracked his eyes open only to be met with c00lkidd sitting on their chest. With an annoyed sounding sigh she looked around spotting the two other children; Pr3typriincess messing with his hair and Bluudud running a hand through the feathers of her wings. “Children. Why are you bothering me? I'm resting. “
“Auntie 1x, uncle Noli blew up the kitchen again and we're hungry. Uncle John isn't here enough for us to ask and Jason is out.” Pr3typriincess whined.
1x looked to the others to confirm. c00lkidd simply offered a tired nod, attempting to curl up on their chest, while Bluudud nodded solemnly. She ran a hand down her face, scruffing c00lkidd but the back of his sweatshirt as gently as they could muster and set him back down on the couch and they stood. He could kill Noli later, right now she needed to corral John to somewhere safe and get the kids food.
The kids were left to cuddle together on the couch as she stalked off, their wings tucked closely and a tail swinging behind themselves . As he looked for John they scratched at their chest claws slipping past the transparent green to scratch at bone.
When they'd found John , he'd been staring into a corner muttering something about it being broken and not quite right. She was sure he was muttering something about broken code, though honestly for one of his off days he seemed passive. Good. Slowly backing away, not wanting to interrupt Johns passive staring they moved to the kitchen.
The kitchen itself was a burnt and charred mess explosion damage ( though contained) coated the room along with blood and viscera. 1x rolled his eyes as she made eye contact with Noli who was currently attempting to reassemble the oven and stove. They made their way to the fridge bringing as all inside was nothing but junk food and the occasional animal carcass. But they'd found something hopefully tolerable for the children; a couple yogurts and a plate of nachos. It certainly wasn't much but with John out of commission it was all they really had. She'd fight whomever they belonged to later. Not bothering to warm up the nachos he returned to the couch, setting down the food on the coffee table they presented it to the children who though tired happily tore into the food.
With the children satisfied and no other worries they made their way outside of the cabin. As they stepped out they moved to the docks the sky dark with eternal night as The Specter wills it so. With no sign of Jason she stood at the docks fanning and spreading them open to feel the breeze against the worn and withered limbs.
Suddenly she felt a presence behind her, something like cracking static that unsettled them. He didn't turn to face it . She knew better. A clawed static hand touched his shoulder immediately a searing burning pain ignited beneath the touch, though she made an effort not to react.
1x.
You've been doing quite poorly in rounds as of recent.
It spoke, every word feeling like a searing sharp pain that blossomed in cuts across their skin. Still she made an effort not to react.
How shall I correct this?
It hummed, placing a hand against the base of his wing. That same burning feeling eliciting from.the spot where it touched.
“Jason's been doing poorly as well." She mutters between gritted teeth. Their posture stuff and rigid with pain.
Jason is already being dealt with.
We are talking about your faults, not his.
It's hand presses against the fragile limb forcing it down at an uncomfortable angle in a sharp sudden manner.
You've gotten too comfortable here.
Things have become too regulated despite the addition of someone new.
You're no longer driven by fear and hatred.
Is it the children?
Should I dispose of them?
“No, leave the children alone; they are serving their purpose! The rounds, they are simply… predictable?.." He hurriedly tries to explain, an uncomfortable feeling lingering in their chest as it mentions the children.
It glares, at least it feels like it does as it's hand grips tighter in the wing stretching it out. It's hand leaving his shoulder and finding the joint of the wing and blending.
Predictable?
I see you are growing bored, that's why your performance has slipped.
No worries I can fix that my dear.
1x doesn't have the time to respond before a scream is torn from her throat as it breaks the wing, bone snapping at awkward angles as it pulls and bends. As he's reeling from the pain of fragile bone being broken in several places the feeling of hands find their way across their throat. Squeezing and pressing against their windpipe with the added searing and burning pain.
She reaches up their eyes darting as he looks for a figure to grab hold of, claw at, swing at , stab. But he finds nothing as she struggles to breathe. Their one working wing flared out, flapping awkwardly as their tail swung wildly as they tried to claw at invisible arms, kick at a body that wasn't there, and struggle.
My games are not predictable.
Perhaps Telemon was right about you.
You worthless, pathetic, untalented thing.
How could you of all creatures kill Telemon and now you can't even kill ten measly survivors!
Yet you dare tell me my games are predictable.
I'll correct this.
With the dam already broken 1x choked on a pained noise, air struggling to make it to his lungs,as she clawed at the dock struggling and attempting to pull themselves away. They were struggling with their vision beginning to spot. Wordless gasps and chokes, barely made it past their lips , the cabin too far to even try screaming.
As their struggles and desperate attempts to free themselves slowed. Her vision darkened, and she felt the dock below leave her, the only thing he could register as their body decided to give up was the feeling of the searing pain being eased away and a splash.
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