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Hello, my name is Vee, some call me Archie or Rocky! ^_^

I am 15 years old and id like you to keep that in your mind whilst you are putting comments on my book.

I haven't wrote and posted it in about like three years and I'm sort of interested to start writing again, this book is about forsaken (if you couldn't tell by the title) I will start off by making some by myself and maybe if my book gets popular, you guys will request.. or smth.

FYI. I won't write nsfw/smut ^_^

Due to me being a minor I don't wanna attract adults toward my book

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- DNI ⚠️

*CoolKidd/Bluddud/PretyPriincess shippers or sexualizers, get the fuck away from me.

*Rape / Non-Con

*Underage

*bathroom activies  (Dewdew and golden showers.. Nty!)

*vomit

*inflation

*necrophilia

*incest

- Things I WILL do ❤️

*Sh/Sa mentions

*Heavy gore

*Certain kinks

*suicide mentions

- Tags 🎀

*Angst [🌩️]

*Fluff   [☁️]

*Sa/Sh mentions [⚠️]

*suggestive [🔥]

*Gore [🩸]

I'm not sure if I'm gonna write daily but I might, who knows lmao ^_^

I might include songs with all of my chapters as well, a reminder that I am not entitled to switch up my dni for you.

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WATTPAD THANKS : 

SPECIAL THANKS TO - Eziona3, Ult8mateLife4rm, Peachlightful, Aquaishereidkwhy, usemgecbirinsanim, StarlingWatcher, babyducklingenhafan, Sally_by2012, Elliotsdeath_2010, Olivr_loves_charlie, IZZYEATZCHUU, sungshinehehe

A03 THANKS : 

SPECIAL THANKS TO - Lezusia, sillyivyy

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Two Time didn't regret that day, at least they didn't think they did because they never went back to his body after taking their life, so they never really thought about it. This Cabin they were in didn't allow it and sure some of the other survivors had their counterparts, John Doe had Jane, 1x had Shedletskey, Coolkid has 007 and the list goes on, however they were quite happy that there was no Azure. Well they thought at least.

The round had just ended, everyone patched up and out of breath, Two time hadn't gone these couple of rounds, not being picked to go of course, they didn't mind that, they liked the short break but as they were fiddling with their knife against the table they caught wind of a new .. killer?

They glanced over, Two time shrugged and just turned their head back to their knife and by the sounds of it they were about to be picked for the next round, they grabbed their scarf, the smell still oddly familiar and warm. They grabbed their knife and began to sharpen it slightly for the round.

They were quiet, as always. Looking at the teammates they would have for the round and just waited, listening to the clock tick down, their impending doom coming very very soon. As soon as the round started, two time crouched and stabbed the grass three times and watched as the spawn appeared in the grass. They ran away, furthest away from that spot to draw attention away from it.

They were sort of just walking around, a little tired but who really cares. They hadn't found the killer yet or well the killer hasn't found them yet, yeah.. they were fiddling with their dagger as they heard someone yell at them, they turned around to see Chance screaming and running to them.

" Two Time, ya uh.. got a medkit on you?" *Chance sputtered out, his gun didn't look so good and neither did Chance but Two time hadn't seen a medkit the entire round.

"No, maybe the spawn will-" *Two time began to speak but Chance cut him off with a loud shuuuuushhh and just limped away from him, not having the time to listen to Two times stupid shenanigans whilst he was bleeding out.Two time let out a sigh and just continued to walk around, turning the corner and caught the slightest glimpse of a blinding purple.

They gasped and hid behind the wall, okay they had found the new killer, but who was it? They didn't want to find out, honestly .. too fucking scared, because they knew that purple. They slowly turned the corner and saw.. oh god.

Two Time stood out in the open as they watched Azure walk around trying to find a survivor, new and a little bit inexperienced, they perked up at the sound of one moving near him and he turned his head toward Two time, then they felt.. something, too much to explain.

He had told them he had loved them before he had died, but now.. now he wasn't so sure, he stepped forward slowly and looked at the scarf and then the necklaces they had of the spawn point, two on Two time.

"Those... Those are my things!" Azure yelled as he ran at Two time, picking them up high to investigate what else they had of his. "That's my scarf and that is my necklace!" Azure said as he stared at the things Two time took, got gifted? Whatever.

"But you gave them to me!" Two time argued, holding onto Azure whilst he kicked his feet- trying to get down from Azures's grip.*

"The scarf maybe, but not my necklace," *Azure said and looked at the scarf and furrowed what brow he had.* "Yes I gave the scarf to you, but do you think you actually DESERVE it?" Azure said, dropped Two time on the ground with disdain and disgust. "You betrayed me Two time, You're a monster, more than me and that says a lot"

Two time looked at the second necklace around their neck and then back up at Azure. "I'm sorry, Azure."

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Elliot was walking down the stairs of his home, getting his things to go to work for the week. He grabbed his keys and his jacket and left his house, wrapping the jacket snug around his outfit. It was a cold winter day, freezing at this point but that's okay because the pizza place was constantly warm, especially in the kitchen (where he worked from time to time).

He got into his car and put the key into the ignition, fumbling with it a tad, listening to the rumble of his car lazily start up, he drove out of the driveway and to his workplace, parking in the back and got into the building, it wasn't as chaotic as yesterday, thank the lord. He walked to the front at the registers and slid his uniform over his white top.

Now this was before he had gotten 007 blacklisted, but he still doesn't like the guy and that creepy little red child he has. He watched as the first few customers filed into the pizzeria and he started to take their orders, clicking each button that corresponded to their order and so on, pretty easy job until he saw that bright red-

He let out a loud sigh and reached up to rub the Bridge of his nose as what followed after that bright red child was an older man, blue shirt tucked in with his sleeves pulled up to the elbow. The burger on his head almost hit the doorway as it made him a little bit taller than it, Coolkid ran to the register where Elliot was and he let out a quiet sigh and then a smile.

"May I take your order today?" *he said with a sickening sweetness behind his voice, Coolkid nodded and pointed at the pepperoni pizza and then at fizzly's.

"One pepperoni and two fizzly's please." 007 said, holding Coolkid's hand with a small smile on his face as Coolkid bounced up and down, 007 leaned forward and clenched his teeth a little so Coolkid wouldn't hear. "Can we go out for dinner tonight, just to.. speak ?" He whispered and that.. that took Elliot off guard, heavily.

Speak? He wanted to speak, now this started about a hundred and ten questions in his head, what did he want to speak about? Is this just a normal dinner night or is he asking me out for a date? Is this normal? And when 007 asked if he was alright it snapped him back into reality to notice that he had been staring at 007 in shock.

"Uhm.. well yeah I'm fine, sorry. Sure how does six sound, at the diner downtown?" Elliot said and 007 nodded, put the money on the table and then walked to a booth to wait for his pizza. Elliot shook his head a little bit and noticed that he was blushing a little bit, he would just blame it on the weather.

He continued to take orders, watching as 007 left with coolkidd as they got their order, it wasn't a big pizza, just a small one so it was probably just something small and quick for breakfast, he doesn't really judge anyone. When the clock hit 5:00 he left his job, waving snd saying bye to his coworkers, bundling up and getting into his car.

It was a little fussy when he tried to start it up, but that's mostly every car in the winter. He started up his car and drove back home, parking and got into the shower, he didn't want to smell like pizza the entire date considering they were going to a nice diner. He scrubbed his hair and made sure he used the more expensive soap in his shower.

He got out, patted himself dry and sprayed some cologne on his neck and wrists, rubbing it in. He did his hair, putting a dress shirt on and then a nice yarn sweater, slipping the collar of the dress shirt through. He slid on back jeans and slipped a belt through them. He looked at himself in the mirror, thinking about his outfit.

"Is this enough..? Or does it seem like I'm doing too much." he turned a little and figured he'd probably be fine, right..???? As he slid on a necklace and a ring he went out, grabbing his coat again, and his scarf in which he wrapped around his neck so he'd be all cozy.

He went back out to his car and checked the time, 5:54 oh god he was about to be late! He rushed to the car and got into it, shoving the key into the ignition and drove there, he parked and looked around for 007n7, praying that the man hadn't just tricked him into dressing up nice.

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that stupid burger, he walked over to 007 and smiled. "Hey, nice to see you outside of my Uhm.. workplace, I guess?"

"I agree, it's much better, I like your outfit." 007 looked like okay, still wearing that blue shirt but he smelt nice, at least- he wore brown jeans and some dress shoes, his hair was nicely slicked back, a couple of strands stuck out, but... who really gives a shit about that?

They went inside of the diner, staying a reasonable distance away from eachother, they got seated and Elliot rested his coat against the back of his chair, pulling his scarf off and tucking it behind him. "So.. any suggestions?" Elliot didn't eat out much, not at this diner, he purely just heard about it, good all around.

"I don't eat here much, but funny enough their burger here is really good and their fish." *he said as he pointed some other things out on the menu and decided to have the fish and chips, something he can cut or lazily chew on whilst listening to 007 speak.

"So uhm, how was your day?" 007 straightened his back, putting his hands on his lap because they were supposed to speaking and thought why not start a little early on the speaking, and he did as such.

"My day went.. pretty normal, I suppose. The usual, go to work go home." *he said and looked at 007.* "how about your day, anything exciting happening?"

007 smiled and nodded a little at the exciting part, but paused as he saw the waiter coming. "May I take your order?" She asked, holding out a pen and notebook, getting ready to write down their orders.

"Two fish and chips please and..." he glanced at Elliot. "Water, please." 007 nodded "two waters."

"Alright I'll have that to you in a bit." *she said and walked away, most likely going to the kitchen to put in the order but they didn't give a fuck.

"Sorry, my day was quite exciting, or well should I say exhausting? I had to find a babysitter for Coolkidd, they came a little late which I don't mind but, spooked me a tad." he said with a chuckle. "then Coolkidd lost his mind when I said I probably wouldn't be back until bedtime."

"Oh.. sounds crazy." Elliot laughed, covering his mouth and after a little while after the food arrived, the plates being sat down in front of each other, a nice array of two fish, fries, a lemon and a small container of tartare sauce.

They went silent whilst eating, respecting each other considering neither didn't eat too much today, 007 finished first, patting his belly (dad thing) he grabbed a napkin and wet it a little, wiping his mouth. "Do You have anything to do after this?" 007 asked with a raise of the eyebrow, whilst Elliot was still chewing he shook his head.

After Elliot finished chewing, he looked up. "Do you wanna come to my place?" He asked, "sure."

After everything they paid and went in their own cars to Elliot's home, it was freezing in the house due to the fact that no lights were on so the cold was accumulating. He turned on the television and started to make hot cocoa. "Would you like some ?" Elliot said, glancing to 007 whilst he was putting his coat.

"Sure, can you make it sweeter? I like sweeter hot chocolate." Elliot just nodded and grabbed each cup and set them on the coffee table, they picked a movie and just sat there, after a while 007 got bolder, holding Elliot's hand and then it just turned into them cuddling, falling asleep to whatever was playing on the television

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The night C00lkidd died.. or well went missing I suppose, it was like the pizzeria got quieter. Even if Elliot didn't really like the kid, he would never wish ill on him considering he was a kid that had no idea what he was doing, he worked quietly behind the counter as he took orders, the night sky didn't have any bright stars.

He leaned against the counter and let out a quiet sigh, thinking about everything. He heard customers speak about it, some even called 007n7 a bad father for not watching over his kid, they weren't even whispering.. they were being as loud as they can as if their opinion was the best one around here.

He let out a growl, he didn't want to hear that shit. It was late and he was tired, but he couldn't yell at the customers, well.. I mean he could but he didn't want to get in trouble so he stayed quiet and that he did, when he looked at his watch and saw that his shift was over he silently left and put away his uniform, getting into his car and going to the grocery store.

It was a grocery store that was open 24/7, thankfully. He went in and walked around slowly, grabbing things to bake cookies for or something to bring to 007's house so he could chill with him and just talk, to keep him in good spirits at least. He threw some things in his cart.

He brought it all to self checkout, putting a hand over his mouth to cover a yawn. He checked everything out and pressed his card over the reader, sliding it back into his wallet and put it all in the passenger seat, come to think of it.. he hadn't seen 007 in a while now, but maybe he was grieving, one could hope.

He drove back home, got out of his car and pulled all of the stuff out of his passenger seat, glancing at 007's house. The lights were out, the car still sitting outside of the home. He threw the stuff onto the kitchen island and wiped his brow, he got everything ready for the morning, he had a day off tomorrow.

He got upstairs and changed into his pyjamas, crawling into bed and flopped down, letting out an exhausted sigh. Now he was up in the dark, eyes wandering as his mind was, he was tossing and turning in his be just thinking about it. he was worried- they had that nice dinner date, then a week later C00lkidd went missing.

It felt like such a ... emotional rollercoaster, it was like a kiss on the cheek and then a kick in the teeth, he rolled around in bed and slapped his hands on his face and dragged them down his eyes with a little kick of his feet. Fuck he hated this! He sighed and just got up and started to make those cookies in the middle of the night, making sure they looked good.

He pressed the buttons of the oven and laid down on his couch, looking at the television- he put on some stupid show, he glanced at the newspaper on the coffee table and glanced down at it and he sighed quietly, picking it up in his hands listening to it rumple underneath his fingers like that fateful day.

He let the picture of Coolkid in the newspaper shine underneath the light of the tv, the headline, everything and he.. started to sob? Not sure why but he did, when he had hung out at 007's house, when Coolkid wasn't wrecking havoc in the pizzeria he was a peaceful (mostly) kid, he could be pretty sweet, he was just some innocent kid.

He dropped the newspaper and sobbed loudly, wiping his eyes with his forearm and sniffled. He coughed loudly and picked the newspaper up and placed it on the coffee table, he heard the sound of the beep coming from the oven. He got up from the couch, sliding off a mitten and pulled out the tray of cookies.

They smelt delightful, the chocolate chips spread evenly, he placed them on one of his more fancier plates and slid Saran wrap around it and placed it into the fridge, they were going to be cold when he gave them to 007 but that's okay, right? Surely.

He sighed and cleaned his mess up, washing the dishes he had used and put them back into their spots and then he stretched, popping his back and got onto the couch, watching the television with eyes that were slowly.. closing. He yawned and there he went to bed, the sound of the television lulling him to bed.

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In the morning, the rain pattered against the windows of his house, strong. He shook his head and stepped up the stairs into his bedroom and got into a nice outfit, just a shirt- tucked in a belt and some jeans. He grabbed the cookies out of the fridge and put them in a bag, he slid on his rain jacket, slid on his shoes and grabbed his car keys.

He left the house, the rain pounded against his head, he got into his car and laid back against the seat with a long, loud sigh and slapped his hand against his face. "Am I really about to do this?" He said to himself and pushed the key into the ignition, backing out of the driveway- he had to put his window wipers on just to see where he was going, parking his car next to 007's

He got out of the car, walking under the porch and peeked through the window. Nothing, no movement, not even a light on.

He knocked, once, twice. He started to get worried, checking the doorknob- it wasn't locked and sure it was wrong, but he opened the door and looked around the house. He stepped in something wet going past the bedroom, but he didn't mind.. probably a leakage. He went in the kitchen and looked around.

He put the cookies on the counter and opened the fridge and backed up with a gag, things were already rotting- the fridge wasn't working. He shook his head and looked down at the kitchen floor, his shoes were trailing.. blood? He let out a gasp and ran to 007's bed, what if he has hurt himself?

He swung open the door, it was dark but he could hear the squelch of blood underneath his shoes, his hand searched the wall until he found the switch, flicked on the light and his eyes widened.

007 laid on the ground, the side of his face basically blown off. The blood mostly gone and he could see his brain, he threw up in his mouth and covered his mouth. The gun laid not too far away from him, the carpet stained with dark red blood. The flies already on him, he was gonna scream but he couldn't find his voice.

He couldn't tear his eyes away. 007n7 on the floor, with his brain blown out on the carpet and some on the wall. He backed up and ran out of the room and gasped sharply, he swung open the front door and he didn't even care about his car, stepping onto the street- running home as the rain pounded down on the streets,

HONK.

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Now sure, being a killer was hard and all but when you have a CRUSH? On your teammate it sucks even worse, because it's so impossibly awkward when they find out and every conversation you have became awkward, quiet, boring.. lazy. It always felt like a snare around the neck, too scared to mention anything.

That's what's happening to Jason right now, he had told 1x4 that he had.. well feelings for them, who could blame him for fuck sake? 1x4 has that gorgeous white hair, that cool looking crown- he'd admired their looks so much that he got a crush on them and it had been eating him from the inside for months on end.

That day, it was a little rainy outside of the cabin but that's basically every day at this point, the spectre likes the ominous feeling that the rain brings. John Doe was dead asleep in his bed and Coolkidd was in a round, probably playing tag or whatever the fuck he thought it was.
Jason was speaking to 1x4.

"1x?" Jason said, his voice slower as he turned his head toward the killer who was sharpening his Daemonshanks, slow and steady to make sure they were as sharp as can be, he could hear the sigh 1x4 released.

"Yes, Jason?" Their glitchy voice rang through the cabin, pausing on the action of sharpening his blades, setting them down on a cloth to not damage them. They turned towards Jason on the chair, arms crossing across their chest.

"I have.. feelings for you." He didn't know if he should've worded it like that, maybe he should've said it in a different way because he was watching 1x4's expression closely.

1x4's expression hardened for a moment and then shocked, they raised his hand and pinched the bridge of their nose with a louder sigh than before, they didn't know how to react to that, that felt so weird to hear in the cabin, it was more of a thing to hear from John Doe, but.. Jason?

"Why?" 1x4 asked, pulling heir hand away from his body, their sharp claws glinting in the faint light of the cabin, dangerously- as if they attack Jason if he said the wrong thing, they probably wouldn't though.

"Not sure, I just do." Jason said, he stood there.. kind of nervous now because what if he had pissed them off with the information that he liked them, he tensed up a little at that thought.

"I don't, you know that right? I'm the creation of hatred for a reason." 1x4 said, uncrossing their arms and spread them out a little like it was obvious that they wouldn't be reciprocating any of Jason's feelings towards them. "Not the creation of love or anything."

Jason sighed and nodded, now that hurt him a little bit cause wouldn't it kill them to be.. something else than just the creation of hatred, be their own being and not just loosely trailing behind their creator like a lost puppy that wasn't sure if the thing they were following was their mother.

"Sorry." Jason said and left the room, he scratched the back of his head. He went up to his bedroom and sat down in the bed, plopping his face into his hands and just sat there thinking about it hard, thinking about everything, really.

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1x4 thought they had gone rather.. easy! On Jason, I mean like they didn't yell at him or anything, they just calmly told them they didn't like them, right? Score!

They were going back to shining and sharpening their daemonshanks, they put them away in their respective sheaths and walked up into their bedroom, dark and moody as always- almost like a teenage boys room when they're going through phases. They hung each sheath on the wall, ready to be used again.

They sat in their bed and laid down, they didn't sleep, never did. 1x4 grabbed a chunk out of their torso, they could harden and soften their torso, easier to create minions when it's softened, they started to squish the chunk. Thinking about what Jason had said, the thought continuously going through their head.

They shrugged and pushed the chunk back into their side. They didn't care enough to actually like anyone back, they were too busy for that, trying to kill their creator all the time.

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Jason was sulking in his room, he let out a sigh and just frowned beneath that mask. Nothing. No words were passed between eachother that day, not even glances. God did he mess up?

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It was spring and Mafioso was shedding, sort of. Balls of black fluff were found around the house, in the bed, in Elliot's jacket and sometimes? In his mouth, which he hates so MUCH.

But if he hated it so much, he would've left already and guess who hasn't? Elliot, he loves Mafioso so much that he wouldn't dare to leave him behind and so he figured he would help him take off that thick coat from winter, he slid up his sleeves and put a towel on his lap. There was a brush on the cushion next to him.

He had a small spray bottle of warm water as to not freeze Mafioso while he's helping him shed, Mafioso came down from the bedroom and yawned. He knew this was coming around so in silence he sat down in front of Elliot and laid his head back onto Elliot's lap. Elliot was careful with everything, very.

He held one ear in his hand and slowly misted it down, grabbing the brush specifically made for a shedding rabbit and started to brush against it, taking out all of the loose black hair from it. The whole situation was always calming, the television was on so Mafioso didn't get bored while getting de-shed because honestly? It takes a little.

Mainly because Elliot doesn't just de shed his ears and tail, he makes sure they're cleaned and everything, it's like a small refresh to his features every spring and fall, it always felt nice to have that little refresh. He moved onto the other ear, shoving all the excess and shed fur into a small garbage bag next to him.

Elliot wiped the comb onto the towel on his lap and went back to brushing through Mafioso's ears and such, glancing up at the television here and there so he could say somewhat entertained while doing it. It was a quick and easy process to deshed, he wet down the ears once again and wiped them.

"Okay, stand up." He said, Mafioso stood up and he used his palm to put the water into his tail, sure it was a questionable place for some but for any it was normal, he combed through it slightly before he was finished, didn't want to make it look too heavy or wet. ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣

After de- shedding, Mafioso had rose oil settled into his fur, a small massage and that's basically all and for a special thanks, Mafioso made dinner for them.

Mafioso rummaged through the fridge, pushing through everything and pulled out two steaks, juicy and new. He pulled a vegetable assortment out of the freezer and rice out of the cabinet. He grabbed a mesh strainer and put his measured rice within it, he did all of the steps until the water wasn't cloudy anymore.

He put it onto its cooker and then began to baste his steak in melted butter infused with Garlic and an assortment of herbs that he sort of just threw in, he waited for a bit. He pulled out fancy plates from the cabinet and placed them onto the counter, placing the steaks on the plates, put the cooked rice in and sprinkled something in it.

Then he pulled out the assorted veggies, throwing them in a pan and then when they were ready, onto the plate, he put a fork and knife on each plate. He picked up each plate and placed them onto the coffee table. Mafioso sat right next to Elliot and gave him a little kiss on the cheek before he grabbed the plate and began to eat.

Just because i don't feel like it, they ate- Mafioso and Elliot basically clearing their plates, Elliot stood up and placed each plate into the sink and rinsed them but didn't care too much to wash them as he just wanted to sit with Mafioso and watch the television. He walked back and Mafioso was lying on his back, comfortable.

Elliot got onto the couch and laid down right on top of him like a cat would, he placed his head on Mafioso's chest and turned his head away from the tv.Mafioso pulled a blanket over them, tucking Elliot in and rested his palm on his back, idly giving him a back massage, dragging his fingers up and down his spine, until he too fell asleep.

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Sure it was a normal day in forsaken, everyone was getting ready for a match and killers were lounging in their own cabins without a care in the world but, today felt a little off as if.. everyone felt the malicious intent that seeped from the Spectre today. Everyone was looking around as if they were nervous.

And that's when the round started, everyone spawned in, some falling on top of each other in surprise with how many survivors there were, Chance looked down at the list and raised his eyebrows, every survivor playing at once. He wondered how one killer was gonna manage to kill them all.

But, it wasn't just ONE killer, The spectre thought it would be fucking hilarious to put all of the survivors into the match and throw in two killers to just test how it would go, you know?

1x4 and John Doe spawned away from each other, unaware that they shared this match together and John Doe was confused, watching people lose health when he wasn't even.. near them! He started running and in a blur he felt a sword bounce off of him, he looked back with his corrupted arm raised but he paused.

"1x?" John said with a raise of his eyebrows and tilted his head a little bit and scratched his head with confusion, 1x4 looked just as confused as John Doe was and tilted his head a little bit and then shook their head, making sure it was like.. actually real. Then they blinked and groaned quietly.

"Sharing the match?" 1x4 mumbled in disinterest as John Doe paused and shrugged, then nodded. They didn't separate no, they were gonna strategize.

1x4 entangled Elliot immediately and John Doe dug his claws into the ground and threw spikes up and hit Elliot dead on, not only trapping him, but he was almost immediately hit with a mass infection. Killing him instantly. 1x4 glanced at John Doe and John Doe did the same, oh this was going to be a.. blast.

They ran around the map, having fun killing literally everyone in the map like cutting through butter with a burning hot knife, it was THAT easy to do such. Soon enough they got that round end, killers had won. They spawned back at the cabin and looked at each other.

John doe stepped forward and put his one hand up for a high-five, 1x4 looked confused as hell. John Doe reached out and grabbed his wrist, helping him high five because, it was a job well done. Now what do they do?

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After an hour later it was raining HARD, rain pounding against the cabins loudly, hitting the windows as hard as it could and some wondered why the Spectre had the weather so aggressive? Maybe it was to scare the survivors or something, to tell them that there was a "storm coming" in ways that the spectre enjoyed.

Then the power flickered not once but twice before completely shutting off and leaving them in plain darkness, John shuddered and thankfully for 1x4 he was bright green. That torso let off a glow in the room so that they could navigate through and using 1x4 as a small nightlight they made their way towards the couch.

"Do you want to nap or something?.." John Doe asked with a tilt of his head, laying on the couch and 1x4 following him on, grabbing the blanket off the back and wrapped eachother in it. It wasn't the best of blankets considering Coolkid liked to draw on it, but who couldn't care less if the kid liked to draw on shit?

John touched 1x4's torso and was shocked, it was slimy- sure but it was warm, like a small heating pad. He wrapped his around 1x4's waist and laid his head down onto his green torso, the warmth of his torso letting him fall asleep in a couple of seconds. 1x4 didn't really sleep, sort of just.. stared at the ceiling because he really couldn't sleep most of the time.

1x4 shuffled down and turned his head, Coolkid was scribbling on a piece of paper with crayons, using 1x4's torso as a nightlight, Azure was fine, he liked the darkness of the cabin. Sneaking around like a ghost of the night.

1x4 looked down at John Doe and then back up at the ceiling and slowly but surely closed his eyes and it wasn't like his brain stopped for a moment, to calm down and let him sleep, his eyes closed tight and his head slowly but surely slumped down to rest against his shoulder as he let out a quiet snoring sound.

His hand rested on John doe's head, his claws pushing into the slightly fluffy hair as the rain calmed down, as if the spectre was happy about something, letting the weather let up for a moment.

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Elliot was working.. as usual! A Wednesday evening with the sunset darkening into an indigo pool of darkness, stars poking themselves through the indigo. He was leaning against the counter with a hand waving over his mouth because he was tired. He closed his eyes and then he perked up at that bell ringing above the door.

He looked up and he tensed up. Oh. Oh what the fuck? A large man with a fedora and yellow skin like his, face hidden and a big black coat and about 5 people or so behind him looking almost hyped for even getting near the pizza place. He is standing straight up in an instant and gave them all the brightest smile he could ever give.

"Good evening, men. Welcome to Bloxy Brothers Pizza!" He said, getting ready to take their order, he stared at them all. They looked dangerous. All of them wore some type of suit, they stopped and let the taller one order.

"Can I get one Large pepperoni pizza, 8 Fizzly's. That's all." He said and glanced down at Elliot's nametag and then back up at him. "Elliot,"

"Of course!" He nodded sharply, pressing each button swiftly and then he looked up. "You can go sit down, your order will be to you in about 30 minutes." He said with a cheerful smile, watching as the group walked to a booth and sat down. He watched as the orders were sent to the back and he went into the kitchen.

"Make sure that pepperoni I just sent in looks.. EXTRA good, okay?" He spoke to the kitchen and the three working there nodded and gave him a thumbs up and god he was so thankful for it, he stayed in the kitchen until the pizza was done, he put it on a platter and placed it into the middle of the table.

"I'll bring your Fizzly's in just a moment." He said, walking back to the kitchen and he placed each into his apron pocket. He walked back and placed them down onto the table in front of each man and then clasped his hands together. "I hope you eat well, when you're done I'll bring your check!"

Mafioso took a slice, it looked like a glorious pizza slice and took a bite, oh. Oh that was amazing, they hadn't come to this pizza place yet but god, they were gonna come here everytime they wanted pizza, miraculously tasting pizza. The "goons" went crazy, grabbing their own slices.

they spoke about work at the table, laughing and such at each other. Elliot grabbed a bundle of napkins and placed them on the table, considering he had forgotten to put them there. "I apologize for forgetting to get you men some napkins." Elliot said with a bow of his head and while he was going to walk, He felt a firm hand wrap around his arm, table going as silent as it could.

"Elliot is it?" Mafioso asked with a raise of his eyebrow and a smile on his face.. like usual. He watched as Elliot nodded and he smiled. "Well, may I call you Cherie instead?" Elliot once again nodded, he didn't mind nicknames. "Great, Cherie. Next time we're here I want you to cook a pizza for me and the folks.. personally, can you do that?"

Elliot thought about it, he most likely could as he used to be on pizza duty before. "Of course I could. You'd have to catch me when I'm on a shift though, most likely same time after tomorrow." He said with a smile.

"Deal." Mafioso said.

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This round went as any round went, killer killing the survivors and survivors screaming at others for missing or such, But Elliot was a little tired today, sure the specter reset them everytime the round started but he still felt a little sleepy which was weird, he was slow on throwing pizza and he didn't run as much,

He turned his head and stared at Two time for a moment who was holding their shoulder whilst bleeding profusely from his arm, the injured seemed personal as if the killer had known Two time.

Elliot ran over to him and passed them a pizza and watched them open up the small little package and guzzle down that pizza, thanking Elliot profusely for the pizza. "Thank you, may the spawn protect you, Elliot."

Elliot sighed and nodded, kind of expecting that type of shit coming from Two time and he thought for a moment, how did.. they get their second life? "Two time, I have a question. How did you get your secondary life?"

Two time practically froze, like an ice block and they glanced at Elliot with that never leaving smile on their face, anyone could see that Two time was nervous about that question. Unsure to say the truth or not, they decided to... sugarcoat it. "The spawn decided to bless me with this second life."

Elliot nodded, staring him and raised an eyebrow with a cross of his eyebrows. "Normally if a god would bless you with that much of a gift, you'd have to do something pretty big.. like a sacrifice or something?"

"... yes." Two time lowered their head and nodded slowly, they looked back up and inhaled sharply. "Yes, I had sacrificed someone, but not really any of your business is it?" Two time said looking at Elliot.

"Is it Azure?" Elliot said as he looked around nervously, unsure if it was or not.

"It was, yes."

"Is that why he's constantly trying to kill you?"

"That's what the spawn is telling me, yes."

Elliot nodded as he put a finger underneath his chin, he looked at the list of people and stared at their health, wow a lot of people needed healing. He ran away from Two time and watched as Azure started to run towards them but he didn't save them.

Maybe they deserved this time.

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Blood covered the blades of the Daemonshanks, the hands twisted those blades and stabbed themselves effortlessly, the blades gliding into the green skin. Green lighting flashed through the sky as 1x4 rained hell on this poor Roblox world, not sfoth, no, not today. Just some random popular game they had found and just wanted to terrorize really, Shedletskey would struggle to find them here, thank god.

People they've killed, skin fading to a sickly black as if their body rotted in seconds, husks of who they used to be, green cracks crackling along their rotten skin and glowed against the floor, they looked around mindlessly, looking, searching for something, someone. Domino crowns grew from their skulls, chains appearing on them with a loud clanking sound.

Their dark black hair trailed down their shoulders, glancing around and huffed quietly, the stabbing through their body was an also very effective way to clean their blades, they twisted their hands and slid them into their respective sheaths on the back and looked around slowly.

They were looking for anyone to hunt down, or well waiting for one of the rejuvenated soldiers to start sniffing someone out because thankfully, they had a weirdly good job finding people they couldn't see. But this was the first time they saw one. . . Running away?

1x4 reached back and pulled their swords out and looked around in confusion, what the fuck? Why were their minions running away from something, first they've seen of it. They walked over to the culprit and backed up a little, shit they saw yellow. Hell no, they personally thought it was Shedletskey or some moderator, or worse.. it could be Brighteyes, god did they hate how they babied them.

They turned and practically ran away, but when they didn't hear a voice, they glanced back and paused. Wait a minute that person was gone, looking around in confusion oh what.. what the hell?

They stopped in their tracks after a while and looked around, they're 1x4 for a reason so why were they running away? Whatever they saw people screaming, running away and they grinned, freezing them in place and practically jumped them with their minions. Deamonshanks plunging on either side of their spine and lifting them up.

Blood dripped down the swords and onto them, eugh. They loved the bloodshed, didn't like when it got on them. They tore that body in two and watched everything splatter onto the pavement, they looked over their shoulder just as someone jumped at them.

A yellow sweater, yellow messy hair.. but corruption ate at their arms, a little bit of the eye and legs. Wait a minute, no they remember this person, couldn't press the button or pin the pin but they remember that sweater. They put a hand up to their chin as they slashed the being with their sword and kicked them away, far, just so they could think.

They raised a finger up. "Oh" they said out loud and looked at John Doe who came right back, it was all coming back to them now, no they remembered him though he was way more jolly before, weird.. and like not corrupted!

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He walked aimlessly around the map, he had noticed the sky change and the green thunder, well really who wouldn't? It was all so very apparent that there was a hacker in the game that even an idiot would notice. Since John kinda started to join the hackers in a way he'd figured he would go see who it was.

Though he never remembered seeing a green and black hacker before, well they only knew one person who loved green, but they were grey and green, not black and green and they hated thunder and hackers, so it couldn't be them. He walked around for a while, dragging that arm right behind him as if a burden to him, in which it really was.

The glitching code on his arm was feeding into the grass, not leaving a trail but killing it instead, bright green grass furled up into itself and lost all of its spring green colour, then that's when they saw it. A being with a see through torso, long black hair- seemingly stabbing two swords directly into themselves.

He didn't know if he was experiencing a suicide or just a really really crazy hacker, but who knows? But that's when beings sprung up to the floor, he hid. Peering behind a corner like it was gonna hide him, in which it really wasn't. He was a big guy.

Those minion, zombie, goon things started to look around and one almost immediately locked eyes with him and he barely contained a yell, he backed up but remembered, wait a minute, I'm also big and scary... mostly big.

He stared down the minion and it seemingly got scared, running the opposite way and he watched as the person looked over, the green lightning highlighting their zipper mouth, weird. That bright red light around their eyes and the domino crown... woah that was kinda cool, I guess.

But then they ran away like a scared animal, was he really.. that ugly? No way right, no.he kind of just stalked behind them.
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They stared at him and looked around and walked up to John. "John? What are you doing here, no pause that, what the #### happened to you ? Why are you so... glitchy?" *they asked and looked at his arm, the corruption almost making the game lag. Or was it the rejuvenated d minions running around? Who knows.

John shrugged, using Roblox messages because he couldn't, speak back.. to ask the same for 1x. "Why are you see through? What happened to YOU"

1x4 sighed and looked almost relatively dumbfounded, but they were happy that John wasn't Shedletskey or Brighteyes, like come on, they loved his mama but they didn't wanna see her, oh and their dad? Idk, he could die or something "I see. Does Jane like this new look?

John shook his head and lowered his head, he couldn't wear his ring anymore because of the corruption, though he did have a necklace with his ring on it around his neck. "Jane doe didn't like it, lost her : ( "

1x4 nodded. "Yeah, understandable, honestly. You're a big scary monster now, I would've left as well." They nodded and sighed "I don't know do you wanna terrorize together? Maybe we can have some fun killing people." They said with a shrug, unsure if John even had the heart to injure people, let alone kill.

John nodded swiftly, giving them a weird fucked up thumbs up.

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Chance, everyone hates him.. well mostly. Big cooperation with machines lining the walls, the sounds of levers being pulled down, coins sliding across the table, cue balls hitting the side of the table, the place was filled with things that would but a dent in your pocket but fill up one pocket, the big boss.

That's who iTrapped wanted, laying in his bed after a night of.. fooling around, if one could put it lightly. It was going all to plan, Chance slung an arm around iTrapped mumbling sweet nothings into his ear, they really weren't anything, maybe something to add another scowl onto iTrapped's face? Definitely.

But they had done it so many times and pretended to love Chance that he took every one of those scowls as being hard to get, that's why he fawned over him so much, head over heels, hearts in his eyes and his heart where his brain was, an idiot.

That's why iTrapped chose him as such an.. easy target, easy to kill and murk. Too focused on love and not the money hungry bastard in front of him.

He let Chance glide his hands into his pants when he wanted, kiss him on the lips, caress his face, pull hair behind his ear. Anything, just for that pile of cash that waited for him at the end of the tunnel, however grimey and annoying it was, it was worth it.

When he learned that Chance had not only signed a contract with a man to get him more money, but it was a mafia.. he could feel the corners of his mouth spread upon his face, he knew Chance wouldn't go behind payments but of course.. Chance had gotten him to co-sign, so he too got that gorgeous green.

But, well. He wanted all of it, the mountains of money. He wanted it all in his hands.

He was at a table, tight, blue dress pants were a little wrinkled. His vest was smooth and ironed however, he had taken his coat off, the fur hanging off the back off the chair he sat at. He was losing, it was pissing him off. He quit halfway through and walked off, looking for Chance to ease his.. anger.

Eyes glancing around before they landed on Chance and.. a big burly dude with a fedora similar to Chance's and a smile all too unfamiliar for him, it sent shivers down his back, even if his body was already naturally or unnaturally cold. He put a pep into his step, breathing confidence back into himself and went to chance.

"Gambler, who are you with, my darling?"

"He's someone I met not too long ago, I made a contract with him, heh.. yknow? We need more bodyguards in the casino."

"I.. suppose, yes."

Itrapped nodded and glanced at Mafioso and then at Chance, smiling a little and glanced at the bar, taking a seat next to Chance, looking at his outfit. "What are you drinking, gambler?" Itrapped pointed to the drink and watched as he slid it over, offering a sip. He smiled and leaned forward to gently kiss his cheek and then stole a sip from his drink, glaring at Mafioso.

He wasn't sure if he liked this big burly man working behind the scenes, he wasn't sure... if the man was on his side with killing Chance as much as he was, but he wanted to do it first before that bastard did, with his.. stupid slick back hair.. and stubble, and gorgeous... anyway.

Itrapped blinked himself out of his thoughts so he wouldn't be purely staring into the void of the casino, or you might as well just call it the blackhole. He ordered something more fruity up, liked the taste and the ease to drink something good and still get drunk, it was fucking fantastic.

"One second Chance, I gotta excuse myself."

He said and watched as Chance barely glanced, focused in the conversation with the big burly dude.. he practically ran himself to the bathroom, VIP bathroom. He didn't even go for the bathroom, he went to look at himself, to fix anything.. just in case he looked bad.

He stood in front of the sink, fixing his hair, making sure the ice crown sat perfectly on his head, smoothing down his vest and his shirt, then leaned forward to stare closer at himself. Thoughts swirling in his head, should I kill him? Should I let him live? No.

It was going to be tonight that the owner of the casino suddenly disappeared to unknown forces.
And HE. ITRAPPED. was gonna get a biiiigggg sum of money.

The night wore on, tense and nervous for Itrapped, he wasn't sure what "Mafioso" was planning, that was his name. He learned it when he came back from the bathroom, it was weird. But when Chance stood up and clapped his hands together with a big "Welp!" He knew it was time.

He couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face, standing up behind Chance and slid his jacket over the man. "Let's go my dear, yes? It's late, I would hate for you to be exhausted.. in the morning." Chance nodded with a grin, waved goodbye at Mafioso and walked up to the top suite of the casino.

Of course Chance lived within casino walls, juuust above it. A large suite as big as the building, just furnished and made all pretty is where Itrapped had to spend his days with this rat gambler who spends his own money at the games, it pisses him off.

He watched as Chance began to peel off his jacket, then his tie, his vest.. and then his shirt.

"I'm tired."

"Then go to bed, my ice cube."

"No. I'm tired of you."

"What?"

The black tip of the sword lined up with Chance's heart and pushed past the barrier of skin, blood coated his palm as he pushed the blade all the way through to the handle, then he began to twist it, making sure the bastard was fucking dead. He didn't even let the body fall ceremonially, he heard the loud wet slap of the corpse hitting the marble floor.

He watched blood spill out around him and he leaned down, stabbing him once more, then twice, then three.. four.. five. Just to really seal the deal, he had blood on his pants and on his white gloves, he dropped the Darkheart and he closed his eyes, hearing a very loud.. "ahem"

"Christ.. I didn't think the bodyguard would follow me." Itrapped turned and glanced at Mafioso, then at the Darkheart, reaching out to grab it.. slowly.

Mafioso, without a beat pulled out his gun, pointing it at the hand reaching for the sword and shook his head, one stray hair falling from the neat, slick back hair. "I'm not looking to protect a man who's already dead on the floor and bleeding, all over white marble, yuck by the way.  Why couldn't you do it on the carpet, then you could've just burnt it."

Itrapped thought about it and nodded slowly, why was the man giving him tips and tricks on how to kill his ex lover. "I don't care, I just wanted the money." He shrugged and kicked the body, walking to Mafioso and glared at him, walking past well.. until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"What?"

"I saw you, staring at me like I was a piece of meat at the bar earlier."

"I just.. like how you look, is that a problem?"

"... you gonna stab me if we happen to kiss?"

"I only wanted his business and money."

And with that, lips touched each other, almost crashed actually. Itrapped wrapped his arms around Mafioso and let out a quiet exhale, leaning forward into the kiss. This was fucking sweet.