Forsaken x A Nostalgic Hangout Game...?
pairing — postman x player/reader (can be viewed as romantic or platonic)
I need to get this out or I'm going to go fucking insane with this angst alone. I am NOT fine.
Imagine you, as a player, you're free to roam across roblox wherever and whenever you feel like it. Postman, however is just a simple creation that were made to stay, to serve, and to exist in a dead game that will eventually rot in the future, but was created with the biggest desire to get out of this damned world.
He can't wrap around the idea of his own sentiences, why would his creator gave him desires and wants if they would just bound him to a place that'll rot and eat him away? A fate so cruel for something— someone's existence, he despise how he's aware of such dreadful feelings.
Here you are, how he admires you deeply and how envious he is of you, your existence in this game is another salt to his open wounds, he watch as you come and go as you please, allowed to experience the joy and curiosity he could only dream off, that as far his coding allowed him to.
If he can't go and experience it himself, it's not selfish to let you know his feelings right? It's not selfish to feel sad, it's not selfish to express his desires to you, not selfish for keeping you here with him longer, right? Does he allowed to be selfish for once?
Your words makes him waver, the riffle feels much heavier the longer he holds it, his eyes stings from his own tears and the smoke produced from the raging fire of his destroyed truck, as the smoke paint the sky in ugly grey color.
"Y, you can't. I'm bound to this place, this— don't, i... just... Let's just go back. We— you should go back to your home, Player. P-please."
He can feel his heart twist in pain, the only game he had, the only place he existed is falling apart, what he wished to rot much later now getting faster and faster.
He watches you stare at him with an unrecognizable look, like you've been here countless time and watched the same outcome, trying to understand everything it has, then there's a small smile adorning your features he secretly grew to love, yet this time there's a hint of sadness and guilt.
He flinch as his gaze drifted towards the black screen that suddenly appears behind you, completely hiding the portal that what once present, it's getting harder to breath with the smokes racing through his lungs, but it's harder to understand what you're planning to do.
His eyes try its best to catch the running codes typing itself on the black screen, codes after codes continue to be written and run behind you.
"Just..." It's your turn for your voice to waver as you speak, he could only return his gaze from the screen towards you, heart hammering in his chest.
"... It's not much, but I hope you'd be happier when you get out off of here and make some friends better than me, Postman."
The screen finally halted its own coding, a new screen appears, much smaller and hover in front of you, "transfer postmanfiles.exe to Forsaken experience." your hand pressed against the button to continue the program, typing away extra commands and changing the files name, "allow 'Postman' to enter any experiences in near future (exclude 'A Nostalgic Hangout Game...?')."
Your hands hover and pressed the button once again to continue, and finally the last warning screen pops up, "this commands will bound you and corrupt your personal codes and databases, are you sure to continue?"
You pressed the last button to continue the code, when you finally look up to see him once again, there's disbelief in his eyes and immediately followed with dread. He hears every words that the program spoken off and he watch you offer him a last solemn smile.
Postman doesn't remember when exactly he threw the riffle away as he stumble and run as fast as he could to you, screaming your name in desperation as the world start to fall apart in rapid speed, glitches and warning signs filled the once dark sky and he watches in desperation your body being consumed along with it.
The world around him disappear and he falls with a loud thud against unfamiliar wooden floor. His ears rings loudly and the world is a blur with his tears as he stays glued to the floor. Trying his hardest to regulate his frantic breathing, failing to as he just watched you end yourself for him, and he couldn't do anything to save you.
"Hey, are you alright there?"
His vision returns as he try to sit down and wipe his tears away with his sleeves, the person in front of him looks at him with worry in their gaze, slowly he took their appearance in red uniform with a pizza pin on their chest pocket, something he hadn't seen before other than the tv lady back in his dead world.
He's no longer bound into that game... and you're gone, forever.
"I-i'm fine, yes, don't worry about me! The fall kinda hurt and the dust stings my eyes, haha." Postman brush himself off as he stands up, finally taking the sight of his surrounding, warm cozy fireplace paint the room in comforting atmosphere, yet he can't help but feel there's something more than 'comforting' from this place.
He's surprised to see how many people are here in such a small space, some of them look at him in silent curiosity, while others would offer him waves and small greetings.
Yet, he still feels disoriented, he need more time to properly introduce himself after everything.
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