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Relationships!!! (Who dates who, and who doesn't wanna date certain ppl)

Noob

-with-

- Elliot

- 007n7

- Two Time

- Taph

- Guest 1337

- Mafioso

-not with-

- Chance (His gambling addiction makes Noob not all too fond of him.)

- Dusekkar (All three admins intimidate Noob)

- Builderman (Same as last)

- Shedletsky (Same as last)

Elliot

-with-

- Noob

- Guest 1337

- Chance

- Two Time

- Mafioso

-not with-

- 007n7 (take a guess)

- Taph (their obsession with Builderman concerns Elliot)

- Dusekkar (just not Elliot's type)

- Shedletsky (too much of a slob for Elliot)

- Builderman (intimidates Elliot)

007n7

-with-

- Noob

- Guest 1337

- Dusekkar

- Taph

- Mafioso

- Noli

-not with-

- Elliot (take a guess)

- Chance (same reason as Noob's)

- Two Time (they creep 007n7 out)

- Shedletsky (they both dislike eachother, although Shed doesn't express it, 007n7 knows)

- Builderman (Builderman has forgiven 007n7, but immense guilt makes 007n7 uncomfortable around him)

Two Time

-with-

- Noob

- Elliot

- Taph

- Dusekkar

-not with-

- 007n7 (Two Time likes him, but 007n7 doesn't want to be in a relationship)

- Chance (Just not Two Time's type)

- Guest 1337 (Two Time also likes him, but Guest 1337 doesn't want to be in a relationship)

- Shedletsky (Not Two Time's type)

- Builderman (ANOTHER person who doesn't wanna be in a relationship with Two Time (bro cant catch a break))

Guest 1337 (bro gets all the bitches)

-with-

- Noob

- Elliot

- 007n7

- Builderman

- Chance

- Dusekkar

- Mafioso

-not with-

- Two Time (Guest 1337 doesn't like cultists)

- Taph (same reason as Elliot's)

- Shedletsky (not exactly Guest's type)

Chance

-with-

- Elliot

- Guest 1337

- Taph

- Shedletsky

- Builderman

- Mafioso

-not with-

- Noob (they remind Chance of ITrapped somebody)

- 007n7 (Chance wants this dilf SO BAD BRU, but 007n7 doesn't want to be in a relationship)

- Two Time (they lowk scare him but ZAMN 😍😍 (Chance is desperate, also a freak, ily Chance) too bad Two Time doesnt like him back)

- Dusekkar (Chance finds Dusekkar boring. Also his rhymes confuse Chance)

Taph

-with-

- Noob

- Two Time

- 007n7

- Chance

- Builderman (😍😍😍💥💥🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🔥🔥😍😍😍🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈😊😊)

- Builderman

- Builderman

- BUILDERMAN

- BUIDLEMRAMNS

- BUDOSLEMAMSN

- Dusekkar... ig

- Jason

- Mafioso

-not with-

- Elliot (Elliot doesn't want to be with Taph)

- Guest 1337 (Guest doesn't want to be with Taph)

- Shedletsky ("🍗👨=💥🚫🔪, ⛑️👨❤️💣💥 (Shedletsky is trying to steal my man, so I think he should kill himself. That's MY man 😍)")

Shedletsky

-with-

- Chance

- Builderman

- Dusekkar

- MrDoomBringer

-not with-

- Noob (Shedletsky thinks Noob is cute, but Noob doesn't want to be in a relationship)

- Elliot (Elliot is personally too uptight for Shedletsky's tastes)

- 007n7 (007n7 is literally an old exploiter and Shedletsky is an admin, he is NOT dating him 🙏)

- Two Time (same reason as 007n7's, creeps him out, blah blah)

- Guest 1337 ("WHY DONT U WANT ME, PLZ PLZ PLZ")

- Taph (CHILL OUT. Builderman alr likes u bru)

Dusekkar (somehow also gets hoes)

-with-

- 007n7

- Two Time

- Guest 1337

- Taph

- Shedletsky

- Builderman

- MrDoomBringer

- Mafioso

-not with-

- Noob (Noob doesn't want to be in a relationship with Dusekkar)

- Elliot (Elliot doesn't want to be in a relationship with Dusekkar)

- Chance (same reason as Noob's)

Builderman

-with-

- Guest 1337

- Chance

- Taph

- Shedletsky

- Dusekkar

- MrDoomBringer

-not with-

- Noob (not Builderman's type)

- Elliot (same as the last one)

- 007n7 (Builderman has the TINIEST crush on 007n7, but 007n7 doesn't want to be in a relationship. Which Builderman understands)

- Two Time (same reason as Guest 1337's)

Uhhhh AU lore!

They've been forsakened for a WHILE. Like, long enough to abandon all prior things they've been doing before getting forsakened. Guest 1337 has given up on the fact that he's probably not going to see Daisy or Matt anytime soon, or his daughter (also, in this au guest was originally in a polycule with Matt and Daisy 🙏). Chance has given up on his casino. Elliot has given up on the pizzeria. Ect ect. They all know they're not going back to it ANY time soon. That's why they all eventually started dating eachother. They've been so adjusted to living with eachother, and some people started asking others out, it just eventually spiraled to where it is now! People started to get comfortable around others, some still hold grudges, but not as much. Two Time is less unnerving now that people have learned to live with them, 007n7 isn't as threatening as people learned to know him. And so on and so forth! Elliot still holds a grudge against 007n7, but it isn't anything too significant like it was in the past.

What I'm gonna write on here!

Literally anything but smut.

So, fluff, angst, crack, stuff like that.

If you wanna request something, feel free to. Just make sure it matches the relationships stated above 👅👅

If u want something platonic written, I don't mind. 

EDIT!!! I've decided to add killers.

1x1x1x1

-with-

- no one, this fucker is fueled by nothing but hate. They CANT love

John Doe

-with-

- no one also. He has a caveman unga bunga brain

C00lkidd

-with-

- lmao u thought. He's a minor blawg 💔

Jason

-with-

- Taph (he likes the fact that Taph also can't speak. Gives him something to relate to)

- Noli (He actually doesn't know why he likes Noli (author wanted to include their rare pairs... shhhh....))

-not with-

- literally everyone else.

MrDoomBringer

-with-

- Shedletsky (HC that all the admins are in a massive polycule)

- Dusekkar (same as last)

- Builderman (same as last)

-not with-

- I'm not writing allat (maybe I will in the future)

Guest 666

-with-

- no one. I'm pretty sure they also have a caveman unga bunga brain. They seem like they'd act like a rabid animal. THOUGH, if they don't actually act like a rabid animal, I'll update this and tell u who I'm gonna pair them with. (Yes, Noob is deffo one of the ppl I'm pairing them with)

Noli

-with-

- 007n7 (old ex that he rekindled his relationship with, then they started dating again)

- Jason (hehe... rare pairs....)

-not with-

- I'm not writing allat

Azure

-with-

- no one. I don't have a reason this time, I just don't like azure.

Mafioso

-with-

- His henchmen. (I LOVE POLYMAFIA ARGHHH)

- 007n7

- Chance

- Dusekkar

- Taph

- Guest 1337

- Noob

- Elliot

-not with-

- ION WANNA WRITE ALL THAT

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It was almost silent out, save for the chatter coming from the cabin. The last round for the day had finally ended, and those who were especially exhausted, used their time taking a nap while they could. Chance was one of those few people. He had a bad run in with John Doe. He survived the encounter (surprisingly) but it still drained him, nonetheless.

His flintlock didn't shoot when he pointed it at John Doe, despite it being at three charges. He also got hit with above 5 weakness. Thankfully he had already brought his health over 110, or that would've been a bigger issue than it already was. Even then, after he managed to hat fix, John Doe was about to kill him. If it weren't for Guest 1337 saving him last second, he was probably going to die.

He needed this nap more than anything, being physically and mentally drained. He changed out of his suit into something more comfortable, being just his dress shirt and some shorts he borrowed from Elliot. He was glad he and Elliot were roughly around the same clothes size. He laid on his bed, snoring soundly. He looked comfortable, but he was far from it in his dream.

Chance sat on a bench, his usual suit on. He was staring at the sun, it still blinding him even through his shades. Someone nudged him from his side, taking him out of his thoughts. "Dude, you're gonna hurt your eyes doing that." Someone who looked like Noob spoke, the only difference was that they had a tall, blue crown.

"Yeah, I know... but there isn't much to do. Plus the sun is pretty." Chance rubbed at the back of his neck, looking forward and away from the other person. "Y'know, if you were just gonna be bored the whole time, you shouldn't of came." They spoke. Chance looked back at them, opening his mouth to speak, but instead of the words he wanted to say, he instead said something else.

"Yeah, I shouldn't have."

What?.. That's not what he said. Nor is that how he remembers this.

"Dude, what the hell." They looked at him, obviously offended. Chance opened his mouth to speak again, trying to correct what he meant, but it was futile. "I'm tired of you, ITrapped." Chance couldn't move. He couldn't say the things he wanted to say. He felt like a puppet on strings, being moved around against his will.

ITrapped looked mad. The world around them felt like it was fading away, leaving nothing but them and the bench they were sitting on. "What is wrong with you today??" Chance only stared them in the eyes. "You aren't even here."

ITrapped only looked at him, confusion and offense evident on his face. Chance tried closing his mouth, but couldn't. "You aren't even here." He repeated himself. Chance wanted to cry. He remembered the day he and ITrapped parted, and this one memory of him was the one he held onto the most after it, but... to see it so tainted so horribly makes him want to puke.

He always felt like it was his fault after ITrapped left. He was glad that he finally stopped speaking, but ITrapped's expression only made him upset. ITrapped opened his mouth, responding like as if he could read his thoughts. "Y'know what? It is your fault."

Chance woke up, jolting a bit before relaxing. It was just a dream... that's not what happened... but he couldn't help but feel like it was infact his fault. Maybe his mind was trying to tell him something, the truth. That it was all his fault, and he could've repaired his relationship with ITrapped if he just didn't do that one thing. And maybe he wouldn't hate him-

A knock was heard at Chance's door. Chance sat up, gently rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The nap was supposed to make him feel good, but he couldn't help but feel the opposite. Chance yawned before finally speaking "Come in.." The door slowly creaked open, Elliot walking in. He smelled of fresh pizza, like always. That was something Chance enjoyed about Elliot, he enjoyed a lot of things about Elliot.

"I just made dinner if you wanna come down and eat.." Elliot silently spoke. Calm, collected. Elliot knew Chance just woke up, and he didn't want to disturb him too much. Chance looked up at Elliot, thinking it over. His appetite was practically gone after his nightmare. "No... No, it's okay."

Elliot took Chance's expression in, staring at the way he gently trembled, the way his lip almost quivered. Elliot opened the door a little wider and invited himself in. He shut the door behind himself and sat at the edge of Chance's bed. "You doing alright?.." Chance thought about telling Elliot about his dream, but decided against it. "Yeah, just a nightmare. I'll be fine in a minute."

"Alright, you should probably come down later. I'm sure the rest of us could make you feel better." Elliot offered, Chance smiled at this. "Yeah, that uh... that feels nice. Thank you, babe." "Don't worry, anytime.." Elliot leaned in and gave a quick peck to his cheek before leaving his room, the door opening and closing with a quiet 'click'.

Chance sighed, debating whether he should go out into the main room or not. It'd probably be good to socialize...

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After a moment of waking himself up fully, Chance finally left his room and walked out to where everyone else was. A few people were eating tonight's dinner, pizza. Like every other night. Chance was still in his sleep wear, but nobody really minded, nor did he. He sat down at one of the seats infront of the fire place, sitting down next to Shedletsky.

"Have a good nap?" Shedletsky asked, looking over at Chance. "Eh, not really. Could've been better." Chance looked around, observing everyone eating and chatting. Maybe he should eat?- Before Chance could finish that thought, Noob sat down at the couch next to Chance, a plate of pizza in hand.

Chance could've sworn he saw a crown on Noob's head. He rubbed his eyes, looking at them again. It's just Noob. Nothing else. Chance sighed, looking at the crackling fire. He heard Noob starting to speak.

"It's your fault."

"I-... what?"

Chance looked disturbed, staring at Noob. He didn't hear that right, did he?... "I-I said.. You seem distracted, are-.. are you okay?" Noob stammered, glancing from Chance to somewhere else nervously. Oh, so Chance was just going insane. Great. "Yeah, I'm... I'm fine." Shedletsky, who was observing the small talk, gently nudged Chance on the side. "Are you sure? You look like you saw a ghost."

Chance stared up at him, eyes seeming a little dull. "I swear I'm fine, everyone keeps asking me if I am!" Shedletsky gently rubbed his shoulder. "It's alright, chill out, man." The older man chuckled. Noob looked at Chance again, concern on their face. Noob opened their mouth to speak.

"It's your fault."

Chance knew that's not what Noob said, but he couldn't help but feel unnerved all the same. "Repeat that?.."

"It's your fault."

Chance's brows furrowed, his expression upset. "I-... Okay. I think I'm going crazy.." His tone was shaky, tears were brimming at his eyes. He knows it's not real, but it was taking a toll on him. Shedletsky nudged him again "Dude, he's saying that you can tell us anything if you are upset." Chance simply got up and walked back to his room, leaving Shedletsky confused. In the distance he could hear Noob actually speaking, not some delusion. "Uh, it's actually.. um.. 'they'." "Oh, shit, sorry."

Chance couldn't care less what Shedletsky and Noob were saying now, he just needed to be alone. He opened his bedroom door and walked inside. He wasn't dealing with this. He couldn't. Taph and Elliot noticed this, looking at eachother for a second before nodding in silent agreement to go check up on their boyfriend.

Chance flopped onto his bed, tears starting to flow from his eyes. He hated crying around other people. Who wouldn't? It made him feel pathetic, even though he was always confident. He curled around himself, his knees being brought to his chest as he wrapped his arms around them.

Taph was the first to approach Chance's room, just quietly turning the knob and opening the door. "Uh, shouldn't we knock first?.." Elliot quietly whispered, walking right behind Taph. "🚫👉🚪 (No need to knock.)" Taph simply responded. Elliot shrugged, walking inside Chance's room with Taph. Taph was quiet, if it was just them, Chance wouldn't of noticed someone was in his room, but Elliot wasn't as quiet. Chance looked up and quickly tried wiping the tears away from his face.

Taph walked over to the side of Chance's bed while Elliot sat next to where Chance was laying down again. Chance sat up, still wiping tears from his face, but he didn't dare say anything. He wasn't going to deny the fact that he was crying, nor was he going to say he had been. Elliot simply held his arms open, a silent request for a hug that Chance took, wrapping his arms around Elliot tightly. "Y'wanna talk about it?..." The pizza delivery driver murmured, gently rubbing circles onto Chance's back. Chance shook his head no.

Shedletsky had finally left the conversation with Noob, deciding to check up on Chance. He wasn't just gonna leave him alone after he stormed off like that. Chance's door was already open, so he just walked inside. He saw Elliot hugging Chance while Taph stood silently at the side, observing them. Shedletsky quietly spoke, "You doing alright?..." No response, although he could feel all of their attentions turning towards him at the doorway.

Shedletsky sat down next to Elliot, not exactly knowing what to do. He hasn't comforted too many people in his life. Yeah, he knows how to motivate people, but anything farther than that? He was clueless. Shedletsky could feel Taph glaring at him, but he just ignored it. It was a one-sided rivalry, but he was sure Taph didn't actually hate him.

"Mind if I join in on the hug?" Shedletsky half-joked, ready to back down if Chance didn't want to. Instead, Chance nodded yes. Shedletsky pulled both Elliot and Chance up against his chest, holding onto them almost tightly. Elliot quietly giggled while Chance melted into the embrace.

"Y'know, there hasn't been many times where you get all quiet like this. Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it?" Shedletsky spoke brightly, trying to lighten the mood. Elliot spoke for Chance, "He doesn't wanna talk about it." Shedletsky only nodded.

The admin sat there for a minute, thinking while still holding onto Chance. "C'mon, is there anything that will cheer you up?" Chance looked up at Shedletsky for a second, thinking before finally saying something. "Nothing I can think of." Shedletsky let go of the hug before getting up. "Alright, how about I go get Guest and Builderman? Maybe they'd help, hm?" Taph perked up at the mention of Builderman.

Chance thought about it, shaking his head. "You don't have to." "Oh, why not! C'monnnn, group cuddle session!" Shedletsky offered, chuckling, "What, are you too good for us?" Chance seemed mildly annoyed but cracked a smile, joining in on Shedletsky's chuckling. "Sure, fine." Shedletsky smiled. "Great, I'll go get them now."

_____

It was the next morning, six people were piled on Chance's bed, including himself. Elliot and Shedletsky were holding onto Chance, Shedletsky also simultaneously holding onto Builderman. Taph was clinging onto Builderman like his life depended on it, although they were almost laying on Shedletsky, which they didn't like but they wouldn't mind if it was for Builderman. Guest 1337 was laying over Elliot and Chance's legs. It was cramped, but they all managed to fit. Chance felt a lot better that day, despite being in basically hell.

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Guest 1337 woke up that morning, particularly happy. He got up from the pile of people, looking down at them. He smiled as he saw how cozy Chance looked. He pressed a small kiss to his forehead before leaving his room. He walked back to the main room and then outside, the chill air feeling nice against his skin. He's always preferred the cold over warmth, though he didn't mind something warm once in a while.

He exhaled, watching as the air that left his mouth looked like smoke in the cold air. He looked up at the fake stars, humming to himself. Despite everything bad that's happened here, he's glad other people are here to help him through it. Especially so many people he loves. Although, every now and then, he wonders if he ever will get back to his old life? Would he have to confront his wife about his new relationships? How would she feel about it? Whatever, it's practically in the past now. He can't go back. He wonders if he was the only one who feels like this...

He wasn't.

_____

Noob felt bad. They didn't know what they did, but Chance was upset at them. Shedletsky just told Noob that he was 'too in his head', whatever that means... Noob was poking at their pizza, a little bored and unwilling to eat. 007n7, who was sitting next to them, noticed this. "Not hungry?" Noob stared up at him, smiling just a little more. "Yeah, um.. not really. Y'know, after the fourteenth billion pizza, it uh, gets kinda weird to eat..." The exaggerated number made 007n7 chuckle a little bit. "Yeah, I get it... It's better than starving, though." Noob simply nodded.

Noob rested their chin on their hand as they thought. Their mind was usually a mess at times, they've been a mess since Sixer was found missing. Sixer... how would they feel about all of this? Would they support? Of course they would! They've been Noob's best friend since, like, forever! Sixer wouldn't be disappointed in Noob just for dating! Noob hums to themself, wondering how Six was doing now.

007n7 speaking again shook them out of their thoughts, Noob's head turning towards the ex-exploiter. "If you're not gonna eat, put it in the fridge. Don't waste your food." Noob wasn't expecting to be scolded, but it didn't exactly shock them. After 007n7 got comfortable around everybody, he began talking like a normal person. In addition, he also exerted a lot of dad-like behaviors. I guess that's what happens when you have a kid.

Noob got up and put their plate of pizza in the fridge, walked back towards 007n7, and sat down. "Thank you," 007n7 mindlessly thanked. Noob nodded their head lightly, leaning against the chubbier man. 007n7 wrapped his arm around them and pulled them closer. Noob enjoyed being around 007n7 a lot because it meant tons of hugs and holding. Turns out both of them were horribly touch-starved.

When was the last time Noob actually hugged someone outside of this wretched place? It was probably when Sixer was still around... Noob actually distinctly remembered leaning on Six like this a lot, just... way more platonic. They should probably stop thinking about them. It's in the past.

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It was later in the day, everyone was in a round and trying their hardest to survive. The killer was Jason, so it wasn't as bad as it could be. Shedletsky was currently distracting them, Elliot standing on the side lines just in case he needed to heal the admin. Others were doing generators, scavenging for items, or just walking around.

Noob was on a generator, fumbling with the wires in their hands. They were no expert at this, but they still tried nonetheless. Plus, it was way better when they first tried to do a generator. When they first tried, they electrocuted themselves. It was utterly horrible and got them killed. Oh well, they learned from their mistakes. Nothing they can do about it now.

Noob hummed to themselves as they worked on the generator. They heard grass crunching under someone's feet. The killer?... No, Jason was quieter than that. They looked up and spotted Guest 1337. They smiled and waved at him before continuing with their generator. Guest 1337 walked closer and crouched down, doing the generator with Noob.

They worked on it for a while, Guest 1337 being slightly faster than Noob. They finished it, and Noob took a second to collect themselves. They hate exerting that much brain power just for a couple of wires. They weren't built for things like this. Noob leaned against the generator, Guest noticing. He sat down with them. They only had a little bit left till the round ended, anyway.

"So... How are you feeling?" Guest was the first to break the silence. Noob looked at him and paused thoughtfully. "As- uh.. as good as I can be here. You guys definitely, uhm.. make it more bearable." Guest 1337 cracked a smile, muttering a soft 'thanks'. Guest looked off at the distance, taking a moment to think. Eventually, his mind drifted to his family again. Was it selfish to leave them behind?... Should he get a second opinion?...

"Ah, I don't know if this is an awkward topic, but... is it bad to be doing... this?"

"I don't think it's bad to try to survive..."

"No, no, I mean the whole.. relationships thing."

"Oh, I've uh.. had that concern a couple of times, too. Polyamory isn't cheating."

"No!" Guest 1337 chuckled, resuming, "I mean, to be in a relationship in general. I had a life before this. How would everyone think?"

"Oh!.. I also have that concern, too..." Noob awkwardly chuckled, joining Guest's laughter. "I have this, uhm.. best friend. They went missing before I-.. even came here, but uh... I wonder how they would feel about this."

"I had a wife,.. and a husband... A little girl back at home... a family. I can't help but feel like I'm ruining it."

"This- this will probably sound pessimistic, but.. we're probably not going back to our lives. I don't.. I don't think you should worry about it."

"I know, but... ...What if we do go back? How will I explain this to them? 'Hey Matt, hey Daisy! I got with several other people without your knowledge!'" Guest felt silly, but it was best to talk about his feelings than to rather bottle them up.

Noob stared at him solemnly for a second, trying to think. "I mean... we've been here for, what?.. Over a year?... Two years?... I think they'd understand." Guest 1337 exhaled, supposing that Noob was right. It didn't silence the voice in the back of his head, but it sure did muffle it.

"Well, how about that friend you mentioned? You wanna talk about that?" Guest offered to let Noob open up, wanting them to feel comfortable as well. They perked up. "Oh! Well, I just uh- wonder how they'd feel about the fact that I'm dating-.. several people. I've been friends with them since, uh, forever.." Noob dryly laughed, "but what if they don't support? I feel dumb for.. uhm.. for thinking this, but I can't help but feel like they wouldn't... They've always accepted me before, no matter what. So I-... I- I don't know why I think that would change."

Guest 1337 gently patted Noob on their back, his head giving a small nod. "I get it. Coming out is scary, but I'm sure they'd still accept you. Like you said, they've always accepted you before." Noob didn't feel all too satisfied with that answer. They already knew that Sixer would accept them, they said that, but they didn't wanna come off as harsh to Guest 1337. Noob nodded their head and smiled, not saying anything else on the subject.

"I don't think you'd have to worry about telling them, anyway. We're kinda stuck here without any means of contact to the outside world." Guest 1337 laughed. "Who's your friend, anyway? I doubt I'd know them, but still."

Noob finally spoke, a smile on their face. They always enjoyed talking about Six. "Oh, their name is Guest 666.. I remember, uh, when I first came here and someone mentioned you, I got uhm.. shocked because they just said 'Guest', and I thought they meant my friend..."

All other words that came out of Noob's mouth got droned out by Guest 1337. Guest 666?... That was a myth, not a real person! Plus, Guest was the last guest. Maybe that's why Noob's friend was gone? Because they got killed by a bacon hair?... No, that sounded devastating. Realistic, but devastating. Guest didn't wanna believe it for himself.

But... about their friend. 666... That was just some myth told to children to scare them into being good. They weren't real. Guest 1337 was snapped back to reality when the round ended. He was sitting back at the table in the log cabin. His head was swirling, but he decided not to dwell on it for too long.

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Another round. C00lkidd was the killer this time. 007n7 had gotten used to C00lkidd being one of the killers, it still hurt, but C00lkidd doesn't understand what he's doing. He thinks it's all a game of tag. 007n7 sighed as he found a generator to work on. C00lkidd has taken a small notice to the fact that his dad is dating, but he's severely confused with who.

007n7 could hear the sound of C00lkidd's theme, and he quickly got off the generator he was working on, the wires almost electrocuting him. He began to run, he didn't want to deal with his child today. A distorted, yet still childish voice calls out from behind him, overlayed whispers calling for him.

"Wait! Dad! I'm not playing this time!"

Wait, what? 007n7 turned around, watching as C00lkidd ran for him, but not with his usual determination. C00lkidd didn't look focused, like he wasn't searching for people to tag. Was he finally gonna be able to just talk to his son? One on one? No death, no torment? 007n7 was conflicted to whether or not this was a trap, but he stopped in his tracks anyway. If he got hit, he could still try running afterwards anyway.

"What... What is it, Kidd?"

"Who are you with??"

He was not expecting that. That reminded him, he never told C00lkidd about the whole polyamorous thing. Not like he could, anyway. With all the death and stuff... C00lkidd walked closer to his dad, scratching the back of his head. "I see you acting all.. eugh, lovey with several people! And I don't know who's supposed to be my other dad." 007n7 could tell C00lkidd found the idea of romance gross, and he chuckled at that.

"Well, I'm uh.. with several people. So that's why I'm doing that."

"Dad!!! Cheating is bad!!"

"It's not cheating!"

007n7 sweated, fearing that his kid wouldn't understand. He was glad that C00lkidd didn't care that he was dating men, but would C00lkidd even grasp the idea of polyamory? 007n7 cleared his throat, attempting to explain.

"Okay, so.. It's not cheating. Everyone that I'm with is aware. They're dating several people also. It's all consented to, so no one doesn't dislike the fact I'm with several people."

"What does consented mean?"

Jesus fucking Christ...

"It's when someone agrees to something."

"Ohhhh! Okay! So, who are my other dads?"

"Uhh... I don't think some would qualify as a dad."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, Noob, for example, wouldn't exactly be a.. 'dad'."

"So Noob is my mom?"

"Noob doesn't count as a mom either."

"That's confusing."

"I know, Kidd, I know... You'll get it eventually."

C00lkidd thought for a second, wondering how he should phrase his question now. "So... who's.. my parent, and who isn't?.."

"I don't know if they'd even agree to taking care of you, Kidd. I genuinely don't know."

"That's not fair!!"

"I'm sorry, but I'd have to ask them!"

"Whatever!"

C00lkidd crossed his arms for a second, before pulling out his sword and running right into 007n7, stabbing him with it. "Surprise tag!" 007n7 had to bite his tongue to not curse infront of his kid.

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It's been about half a week since Shedletsky and Taph had a genuine conversation, and that's mainly because Taph holds some sort of disdain for Shedletsky. The only time Taph would talk to him is if Builderman was involved or if it was an emergency. And this time, Builderman was involved.

Builderman was helping Taph learn how to cook. A long while ago, a chore wheel was made. So certain people would have do to certain chores for the week. The thing is, only a few people knew how to cook. Builderman, 007n7, Dusekkar, Guest 1337, and Elliot. Noob only knew some basics of cooking, given their love of food, but it wasn't enough for actual dinner. It was usually just one-person meals.

Taph had a pan on the stove top, their hand on the handle like Builderman instructed. Builderman was starting off their lessons with just smaller foods, so Taph was learning how to make a quesadilla. Builderman showed them how to coat the tortillas in butter before putting them on the pan. Right when they were about to start putting the cheese on, Shedletsky came in.

"There you are! I was looking for you!" Shedletsky immediately walked up to Builderman, a smile on both of their faces just from seeing eachother. Taph's grip on the pan handle just tightened ever so slightly. Builderman turned away from the stove to talk to Shedletsky. "I told you I was teachin' Taph how to cook. Thought you would've assumed I was in the kitchen."

"Eh... I think I'm just a little dumb." Shedletsky chuckled, completely forgetting that Builderman was going to be cooking with Taph. Speaking of whom, they tapped Builderman on the shoulder. "🍽❓️ (The food?)" Builderman looked back at the quesadilla in progress. "Oh, yeah- right. Sorry, Taph."

Builderman picked up the bag of grated cheese from the counter and grabbed a small fistful, slowly sprinkling it onto the tortilla. "Alrigh', now you wanna grab yer' other tortilla, coat it in butt'r, and put it on top." Builderman spoke while doing so. Taph nodded in silence, memorizing what he was doing.

Shedletsky peered over Taph's shoulder, looking at the quesadilla that Taph and Builderman made together. "Looks good!" Shedletsky did a thumbs up from behind them. Builderman looked over his shoulder at Shedletsky, giving him a warm smile. "Thank you, Shed." Taph decided to follow along since Builderman did, giving a simple nod.

Builderman handed Taph a spatula, which they took with grace. "So, you jus' wanna flip it ov'r when the cheese has melted enough." Builderman explained. Taph looked at the quesadilla, inspecting it, before flipping it to the other side. The side that was just cooking was a perfect golden brown color. Builderman patted Taph's back, a small congratulations that made Taph elated.

After a while of it cooking, it was finally done. Builderman took the pan and slid the quesadilla onto a plate. He grabbed the pan and turned the faucet on, pushing the pan underneath the cold water and watching as the heat came off of it as steam. He dropped the pan into the sink and grabbed the plate with a quesadilla on it. He took a knife and cut it into halves.

He offered the plate to Taph, which Taph declined. "🥛🚫 (lactose intolerant)" Builderman seemed a little confused, "How do you eat Elliot's pizza then?" "🧀✔️, 🚽❌️- (I can eat cheese, it just won't end up good in the bathroo-)" Builderman quickly cut off their sentence. "I get it! Don't.. don't tell me more." Gross.

Shedletsky, noticing that Taph can't eat the quesadilla, perked up. "Can I have it? We basically don't eat anything over than pizza, and I think this would be a nice change." Builderman rolled his eyes. "Yer' the only one who eats a diffe'ent food. You have plenty o' chicken."

"Well, were you planning on eating that?"

"...I already ate, so no..."

"Exactly!"

Shedletsky took the plate and began munching on the food. Builderman groaned and Taph rolled their eyes. Shedletsky, food still in his mouth, spoke "Y'know? Why don't we eat other stuff more often? We have the resources to eat other foods-" "Don't talk with your mouth full!" Shedletsky groaned before swallowing. "Whatever..."

Shed put the plate into the sink after he finished his food. Builderman cleared his throat, proposing something to Shedletsky. "Y'know, me and Taph were plannin' on watchin' a movie soon. You wanna join?" Shedletsky immediately beamed at this. "Aw, hell yeah!" Taph seemed disappointed that their movie night was gonna be crashed by Shedletsky, but they didn't mind all too much.

Taph was surrounded by several blankets, it almost like too much, but honestly? It was super comfortable. Builderman was putting a DVD into the TV's DVD player. He grabbed the remote and quickly went through the movie's menu, hovering over 'play'. All they had to do was wait for Shedletsky.

Soon, he walked in, a bucket of chicken with him. Seriously?... Builderman internally facepalmed before patting the space next to him, offering for Shedletsky to come over. Taph was on Builderman's right and Shedletsky was on Builderman's left. Builderman, with a click of the remote, started the movie.

"🍗❓️ (Did you seriously need to bring chicken?" Taph questioned Shedletsky, who brightly responded. "Yeah! Want some?" Taph shook their head no. Taph leaned against Builderman's shoulder, quickly nuzzling against him. Builderman smiled and wrapped his arm around Taph's shoulder. While neither Builderman or Shedletsky could see it, Taph was smiling brightly under his mask.

Shedletsky also leaned into Builderman's shoulder, but it was a lot more casual than Taph. Shedletsky moved his arm to grab a blanket from Taph, but Builderman grabbed his wrist. "Yer' not dirtyin' the blankets with yer' chicken, Shed." Shedletsky faked offense at this. "Oh, what! That's so mean!" Builderman sighed, still not letting up. Shedletsky mumbled something before slipping his wrist away from Builderman's grip. Whatever...

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It was the middle of the movie, Taph was still wide awake, Builderman looked sleepy, and Shedletsky was bored. Builderman yawned, mumbling a quiet 'g'night' before sleeping right in between Shedletsky and Taph. Shedletsky slowly turned towards Taph. "...Can I change the movie? This sucks." Taph profusely shook their head no. "👷‍♂️🎥☝️🫵❌️↪️ (Builderman put this movie on for us, don't turn it off!)"

Shedletsky seemed annoyed. "Whatever..."

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The movie was almost over. Taph was hungry, but the only thing to eat was Shedletsky's chicken, which was almost gone. Taph reluctantly reached their hand over and immediately pulled away, their knuckles brushed against Shedletsky's. They looked up at eachother, Taph's face had a light flush. Shedletsky chuckled. "It's like one of those shitty rom-com scenes!"

Taph gave Shedletsky the middle finger.

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Guest 1337 shoved his hands in his pockets, bored. The tip of his fingers brushed up against something that he pulled out. It was a photo of his family. Right... He looked at Daisy, and then looked at Matt. Oh, Matt... He gently traced his thumb over Matt. He missed Daisy equally, but he usually always reminisced over her.

Builderman was standing next to Guest 1337, talking about something he didn't really care about. "Yeah, so, Me, Taph, Shed were watchin' movies last nigh-"

"I miss my husband, Builderman."

"...What?"

"Matt. I miss my husband Matt-"

"I'm back, did someone say Matt?"

Dusekkar came out of no where, a rose balancing against his jack-o-lantern teeth and a raised eyebrow drawn on with sharpie. Builderman and Guest 1337 turned towards him.

"NO, NOT YOU. WRONG MATT. I MEANT MY HUSBAND, MATT." Guest shouted, violently sobbing as he cried into Builderman's shoulder, gripping it. Builderman winced from how hard he was gripping it.

"Aw, man." Dusekkar said, no longer rhyming. He walked away, his head down but the rose still in his teeth and the eyebrow still drawn on.

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Mafioso huffed, slinging his sword over his shoulder. His four henchmen trailed behind him, almost like lost dogs. Mafioso was tired after an especially grueling match with the survivors. He kept getting dodged and juked, making him miss almost all of his shots. Even after all of that, he managed to almost kill everyone. The last person left was 007n7. It was his mistake leaving him for last. As much as Mafioso loves 007n7, he can be annoying during Last Man Standing.

Mafioso just wanted a moment of peace. He slid his sword into its sheath as he walked over to his personal residence. One of his lackey's, specifically contractee, sped up a little. He walked up to be at Mafioso's side. He moved his hand out hesitantly for a second before slipping his hand in Mafioso's. Mafioso took notice, glancing over at Contractee for a second, before smirking and holding his hand back.

Soldier noticed this and walked up to Mafioso as well. Mafioso turned towards him, and Soldier smiled. Soldier moved his hand out, and Mafioso held his hand as well, a soft smile on his face. Caporegime moved up and right in between, ye behind, Contractee and Mafioso. Consigliere moved up as well. "Quit hoggin' boss!" Mafioso chuckled. "Everyone will get their time with me eventually. You just need patience." Consigliere huffed, but stayed silent.

Mafioso eventually made it to his simple abode. He slipped his hand out of Contractee's and opened the door. He walked inside, Soldier coming with. Everyone else poured in right after. Mafioso removed his hand from Soldier and took his coat off, putting it on a nearby coat hanger. He slipped his shoes off and walked towards their shared bedroom. His henchmen took a second to do the same.

Mafioso let out a soft sigh, sitting on the edge of their bed. Contractee sat down right next to him, leaning against Mafioso. Contractee pressed his head against his boss's chest, listening to Mafioso's heartbeat. It was nice, calm. Mafioso gently held Contractee's chin, lifting his head up and pressing a soft kiss against the other's forehead.

Consigliere sat on the other side of Mafioso, leaning against him more insistently. He was practically begging for his attention. Mafioso chuckled and pressed a kiss against Consigliere's forehead as well. Soldier got up onto the mattress and sat behind Mafioso. He wrapped his arms around Mafioso's waist and leaned his head against his shoulder. Soldier softly smiled, enjoying the warmth radiating from Mafioso. Mafioso grabbed Soldier's face, and left a kiss on his cheek.

Caporegime smiled awkwardly and leaned on Mafioso's lap. Mafioso smirked softly and motioned with his hand for Caporegime to get closer. Caporegime leaned in and Mafioso pressed a quick kiss against the tip of his nose. Caporegime shifted so he was on Mafioso's lap. Mafioso wrapped his arms around his waist, making sure Caporegime didn't fall off or anything.

Soldier slid his hands up to Mafioso's shoulders, gently massaging the muscle. Mafioso let out a calm, steady breath, melting under the contact. Soldier pressed their thumb against Mafioso's shoulder blade, specifically the top of his scapula. He pressed into the tense muscles underneath, slowly massaging the knots out from underneath Mafioso's skin. The other henchmen watched for a moment, noticing how Mafioso relaxed underneath the touch. Consigliere decided to try to make his boss relax also, moving his hands to Mafioso's upper arm. He gently dug into his bicep, massaging the tough muscle. Mafioso closed his eyes, letting out a pleased hum with a small smile.

Contractee and Caporegime looked at each other before looking back at their boss. Contractee started massaging Mafioso's other arm while Contractee moved his hands to Mafioso's waist, feeling the tense muscles lying under his love handles. Mafioso leaned back against Soldier, relaxing under all of his henchmen's love and attention. Soldier removed Mafioso's fedora, placing it somewhere else on the bed before moving his hands up to start combing through Mafioso's hair. Mafioso smiled, he loved all of them oh so dearly...

They spent a while like that, Mafioso eventually falling asleep against all of them. The henchmen decided it was time to sleep as well, cuddling up against their boss and falling asleep.

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007n7 laid uncomfortably in his bed, wearing a loose shirt and panties. He normally wore boxers, but it's hard to put a pad on boxers. He had checked the main cabin earlier for painkillers, but he couldn't find any, so he was stuck suffering with period cramps. He hated how he had to deal with periods again here, at least if he bled through his pants, it wouldn't be noticeable because he'd already be covered in blood from getting beat black and blue. The first time he had gotten his period in this place, he was panicking really badly. He felt embarrassed thinking back on it. He sighed before turning to his side.

He closed his eyes as he felt his cramps get worse. His eyebrows knitted together in frustration and pain. 007n7 brought his knees up to his stomach as he cradled himself. This was hell. Literal and figurative hell. He let out a deep exhale as the pain became not as bad. He needed to sleep, but the pain really wasn't letting him do so. He shifted in his bed again, trying to get comfortable despite the uncomfortableness.

007n7 stopped shifting when he heard a knock at his door. He paused, not saying anything. The person on the other side of the door didn't say anything either. They knocked again before opening. It was Taph, 007n7 visibly relaxed. Taph tilted their head to the side. "🍔👨👉✅️❓️ (Are you doing okay?)" 007n7 sighed. "Mmh... no.. not really." He shifted so he was staring up at the ceiling. Taph closed the door behind them and walked closer. He sat down at the edge of the bed. "❓️😞👉🍔👨 (What's upsetting you?)" 007n7 paused for a second, it was a little embarrassing to talk about... "..Period cramps. They're killing me. We don't have any type of ibuprofen or anything, so I've been stuck struggling." Taph nodded in silent understanding.

Taph couldn't really do much, but he could provide support. They intertwined their fingers with 007n7's, gently holding his hand. 007n7 softly smiled at that, enjoying the contact. "Thank you, Taph..." Taph gave a simple thumbs up.