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[ RP ASK ]

A phone has been left in the grass. It buzzes with each new notification, all stemming from one user…

g_sixer: hello

g_sixer: waht is this

g_sixer: can anyone see these

@ask-swap-guest666

[ Feel free to respond with whoever you’d like! ]

*Guest 666 noticed the phone on the ground with the messages. He texts back:*

> Who is this?

[g_sixer]: im guest 666

[g_sixer]: who r u?

[g_sixer: survivor or killer??]

The last message comes a bit later than the others, like an afterthought.

> I’m…also Guest 666. But you can just call me Sixer to make things easier…

*he quickly adds:*

> And I’m a survivor, don’t worry.

There’s a long pause before the typing resumes.

[g_sixer]: wahat

[g_sixer]: is this a prank?? or some wierd multiverse thing

[g_sixer]: is the multiverse real oh my telamon

The phone’s screen glitches before their next message.

[g_sixer]: did u get banned too?

*there’s a pause, as the glitch occurs.*

> Wait, if you’re texting from an alternate universe, how did this phone get here?

[g_sixer]: i.dont know

[g_sixer]: i found this phone in the forsst outside the survivor cabin

[g_sixer]: it said somethign about a “new chatroom” so i txted here and u responded

[g_sixer]: maybe it brought the phone to wherever u are??

> I just found this one lying on the grass…

*he pauses.*

> Oh and also, I can actually speak. I know guests aren’t normally able to do that, but I…found a way…

[g_sixer]: u can too?

[g_sixer]: for me it hurts after a bit

The phone grew warmer, before suddenly, something fizzy oozed out of the charging port. Red and black, bright and glitching… whatever it was singed the grass as it dripped down.

[g_sixer: do u use exploits? :O]

*Guest 666 almost drops the phone, trying to avoid it getting all over him.*

> I…might’ve? But I did it for a good cause…

#sorry for ending it so abruptly #writers block hit me like a train LMAO #THIS WAS FUN THO!!!

[g_sixer]: oh so liek a vigilante???

[g_sixer]: thats aweosme woah

A brief pause in messaging, and the glitchy substance soon stopped leaking from the phone.

[g_sixer]: i gotta go 4 now ive been out for too long

[g_sixer]: u should totally tell me abt ur vigilante stuff l8r

[g_sixer]: cya spiderman XD

(Feel free to add another response if you’d like ^_^)

[ RP ASK ]

A phone has been left in the grass. It buzzes with each new notification, all stemming from one user…

g_sixer: hello

g_sixer: waht is this

g_sixer: can anyone see these

@ask-swap-guest666

[ Feel free to respond with whoever you’d like! ]

*Guest 666 noticed the phone on the ground with the messages. He texts back:*

> Who is this?

[g_sixer]: im guest 666

[g_sixer]: who r u?

[g_sixer: survivor or killer??]

The last message comes a bit later than the others, like an afterthought.

> I’m…also Guest 666. But you can just call me Sixer to make things easier…

*he quickly adds:*

> And I’m a survivor, don’t worry.

There’s a long pause before the typing resumes.

[g_sixer]: wahat

[g_sixer]: is this a prank?? or some wierd multiverse thing

[g_sixer]: is the multiverse real oh my telamon

The phone’s screen glitches before their next message.

[g_sixer]: did u get banned too?

*there’s a pause, as the glitch occurs.*

> Wait, if you’re texting from an alternate universe, how did this phone get here?

[g_sixer]: i.dont know

[g_sixer]: i found this phone in the forsst outside the survivor cabin

[g_sixer]: it said somethign about a “new chatroom” so i txted here and u responded

[g_sixer]: maybe it brought the phone to wherever u are??

> I just found this one lying on the grass…

*he pauses.*

> Oh and also, I can actually speak. I know guests aren’t normally able to do that, but I…found a way…

[g_sixer]: u can too?

[g_sixer]: for me it hurts after a bit

The phone grew warmer, before suddenly, something fizzy oozed out of the charging port. Red and black, bright and glitching… whatever it was singed the grass as it dripped down.

[g_sixer: do u use exploits? :O]

[ RP ASK ]

A phone has been left in the grass. It buzzes with each new notification, all stemming from one user…

g_sixer: hello

g_sixer: waht is this

g_sixer: can anyone see these

@ask-swap-guest666

[ Feel free to respond with whoever you’d like! ]

*Guest 666 noticed the phone on the ground with the messages. He texts back:*

> Who is this?

[g_sixer]: im guest 666

[g_sixer]: who r u?

[g_sixer: survivor or killer??]

The last message comes a bit later than the others, like an afterthought.

> I’m…also Guest 666. But you can just call me Sixer to make things easier…

*he quickly adds:*

> And I’m a survivor, don’t worry.

There’s a long pause before the typing resumes.

[g_sixer]: wahat

[g_sixer]: is this a prank?? or some wierd multiverse thing

[g_sixer]: is the multiverse real oh my telamon

The phone’s screen glitches before their next message.

[g_sixer]: did u get banned too?

*there’s a pause, as the glitch occurs.*

> Wait, if you’re texting from an alternate universe, how did this phone get here?

[g_sixer]: i.dont know

[g_sixer]: i found this phone in the forsst outside the survivor cabin

[g_sixer]: it said somethign about a “new chatroom” so i txted here and u responded

[g_sixer]: maybe it brought the phone to wherever u are??

[ RP ASK ]

A phone has been left in the grass. It buzzes with each new notification, all stemming from one user…

g_sixer: hello

g_sixer: waht is this

g_sixer: can anyone see these

@ask-swap-guest666

[ Feel free to respond with whoever you’d like! ]

*Guest 666 noticed the phone on the ground with the messages. He texts back:*

> Who is this?

[g_sixer]: im guest 666

[g_sixer]: who r u?

[g_sixer: survivor or killer??]

The last message comes a bit later than the others, like an afterthought.

> I’m…also Guest 666. But you can just call me Sixer to make things easier…

*he quickly adds:*

> And I’m a survivor, don’t worry.

There’s a long pause before the typing resumes.

[g_sixer]: wahat

[g_sixer]: is this a prank?? or some wierd multiverse thing

[g_sixer]: is the multiverse real oh my telamon

The phone’s screen glitches before their next message.

[g_sixer]: did u get banned too?

[ RP ASK ]

A phone has been left in the grass. It buzzes with each new notification, all stemming from one user…

g_sixer: hello

g_sixer: waht is this

g_sixer: can anyone see these

@ask-swap-guest666

[ Feel free to respond with whoever you’d like! ]

*Guest 666 noticed the phone on the ground with the messages. He texts back:*

> Who is this?

#-sixer #forsaken ask blog

[g_sixer]: im guest 666

[g_sixer]: who r u?

[g_sixer: survivor or killer??]

The last message comes a bit later than the others, like an afterthought.

Sixer, did you know there's a universe where YOU'RE one of the killers?

“..what?”

Sixer stared at the message on his device, dread coiling in their gut. Maybe 1x1x1x1 wasn’t lying, after all…

“Uhm. What did I. Look… like?” They fidgeted with their horns as they spoke, grabbing onto them and pulling. They held steadfast, and the only thing Sixer got from that was a mild headache.

#-sixer #forsaken #forsaken ask blog #guest 666

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@s0n-of-the-sky - **maniacal cackle** }}

" MY window??? "

#not an ask #ask blog #forsaken ask blog #forsaken

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Six looked around, as if expecting to find one of these “pages” just sticking out. Maybe tacked onto a tree or something.

“..don’t see any. Sorry.” They got to their feet, walking closer to the survivor’s cabin while typing away on their new phone.

[g_sixer: why is every1 so obsessed w pages here :/]

[g_sixer: slenderman isnt evenreal lololol]

With that all said and done (or typed in her case), she walked up the porch steps and lingered by the door.

(author’s note: she doesn’t know)

#-sixer #forsaken #forsaken roblox #forsaken ask blog #guest 666

There’s a small phone buzzing on your doorstep. With each chime, a new message appears on it, all seemingly from the same user.

[g_sixer: hello?? is anyone there]

[g_sixer: i thinkim lost . i need directions pls]

[g_sixer: how 2 get out of forest]

There’s no keyboard, but there is a small speaker built into the screen if you wish to respond.

- https://www.tumblr.com/ask-swap-guest666 (sorry if this is formatted weird!)

> [ What . What

He picked up the phone, confused– why? and how ? ]

;; “ Hhell o ? Anyone? ”

> [ Maybe someone new got sent here? A sad thought, but more plausible than anything else. ]

“ Annythi n' ? ”

The phone remained silent for a while. That is, until a few new chimes signified more messages being sent.

[g_sixer: hi i can hear u]

[g_sixer: ur breaking up a bit tho]

Another pause ensued, this time longer.

[g_sixer: theres lots of trees lol dotn kno where i am]

[g_sixer: myname is six]

The typing was done with shaky, uncertain fingers— each typo a result of simply not paying attention. There were bigger things to worry about, after all.

> [ After a moment of silence, he spoke again, ]

“ M'ettore. o r Maf'.

Ii s there aan y landmarks? Annythi n' significant ? There's a loo tta trees everywhere. ”

> [ He tapped his side, making sure his sword was sheathed– just in case he needed to go out and find them. Might be easier. ]

There were no new messages for a while. The phone was disturbingly silent, displaying nothing but Six’s last messages. When it did finally chime again, the noise sounded strangely… distorted.

[g_sixer: sry smth hapend]

[g_sixer: hi maf]

[g_sixer: was in a clearing earlier but gotchased away sry]

A brief pause, the phone somehow making a noise similar to a sigh. A brief auditory glimpse into the other’s surroundings.

[g_sixer: think i see cabin light? not 2 far away]

[g_sixer: sry 4 freaking u out. r u with the other survivros?]

> [ Maybe that was a good chime ? Hard to tell. He wasn't well versed with technology.. at all . ]

“ No ,nno ,ii t's fine.

Everythin' oo k ay? Not huu rt ? ”

> [ Hesitation . Meeting a killer first probably wasn't the ideal situation ? ]

“ No, m'on mm 'own. I ddo n't reside with the survvi vors– m'no t one. ”

[g_sixer: ur not??]

[g_sixer: oh]

Another pause, this one heavy with unspoken tension. Their next response was akin to a breath finally being released.

[g_sixer: am fine]

[g_sixer: thx 4 helping tho]

[g_sixer: r u ok ur stil breaking up? or is it just ur voice]

> [ How do ?You explain this . ]

“ Ah ,its . nnot hing important. th' cconn ection. datta ? whateev er the word ii s probably ju ust isn't thh' best. ”

> [ I guess you don't. ]

Another chime.

[g_sixer: ohhh ok]

[g_sixer: ya i dotn see any cell towers here lololol]

[g_sixer: ithink im fine now. butif u stil wanna talk i can]

An open offer, one leaden with unseen tension.

“ I'd bbe ffi n e with thh at .M'no t ddo ing anythin' , aa n yways. ”

> [ He paused, unsure how to continue. ]

“ iis there aan ything specific aaround you? anythin' standdi ng out? I cco uld direct yo u to thh' survivors cabb in . ”

#-sixer #forsaken #forsaken roblox #forsaken ask blog #guest 666 #mafioso

[g_sixer: light up ahead ithink im near the porch]

[g_sixer: ok sry im just curious holdon]

She seemed to be typing for a while until the next message was sent.

[g_sixer: where do killers go when notin rounds??? ive seen some of u guys in the foresst but idk]

There’s a small phone buzzing on your doorstep. With each chime, a new message appears on it, all seemingly from the same user.

[g_sixer: hello?? is anyone there]

[g_sixer: i thinkim lost . i need directions pls]

[g_sixer: how 2 get out of forest]

There’s no keyboard, but there is a small speaker built into the screen if you wish to respond.

- https://www.tumblr.com/ask-swap-guest666 (sorry if this is formatted weird!)

> [ What . What

He picked up the phone, confused– why? and how ? ]

;; “ Hhell o ? Anyone? ”

> [ Maybe someone new got sent here? A sad thought, but more plausible than anything else. ]

“ Annythi n' ? ”

The phone remained silent for a while. That is, until a few new chimes signified more messages being sent.

[g_sixer: hi i can hear u]

[g_sixer: ur breaking up a bit tho]

Another pause ensued, this time longer.

[g_sixer: theres lots of trees lol dotn kno where i am]

[g_sixer: myname is six]

The typing was done with shaky, uncertain fingers— each typo a result of simply not paying attention. There were bigger things to worry about, after all.

> [ After a moment of silence, he spoke again, ]

“ M'ettore. o r Maf'.

Ii s there aan y landmarks? Annythi n' significant ? There's a loo tta trees everywhere. ”

> [ He tapped his side, making sure his sword was sheathed– just in case he needed to go out and find them. Might be easier. ]

There were no new messages for a while. The phone was disturbingly silent, displaying nothing but Six’s last messages. When it did finally chime again, the noise sounded strangely… distorted.

[g_sixer: sry smth hapend]

[g_sixer: hi maf]

[g_sixer: was in a clearing earlier but gotchased away sry]

A brief pause, the phone somehow making a noise similar to a sigh. A brief auditory glimpse into the other’s surroundings.

[g_sixer: think i see cabin light? not 2 far away]

[g_sixer: sry 4 freaking u out. r u with the other survivros?]

> [ Maybe that was a good chime ? Hard to tell. He wasn't well versed with technology.. at all . ]

“ No ,nno ,ii t's fine.

Everythin' oo k ay? Not huu rt ? ”

> [ Hesitation . Meeting a killer first probably wasn't the ideal situation ? ]

“ No, m'on mm 'own. I ddo n't reside with the survvi vors– m'no t one. ”

[g_sixer: ur not??]

[g_sixer: oh]

Another pause, this one heavy with unspoken tension. Their next response was akin to a breath finally being released.

[g_sixer: am fine]

[g_sixer: thx 4 helping tho]

[g_sixer: r u ok ur stil breaking up? or is it just ur voice]

> [ How do ?You explain this . ]

“ Ah ,its . nnot hing important. th' cconn ection. datta ? whateev er the word ii s probably ju ust isn't thh' best. ”

> [ I guess you don't. ]

#-sixer #forsaken #forsaken roblox #forsaken ask blog #guest 666 #mafioso #thank you twin 🙏

Another chime.

[g_sixer: ohhh ok]

[g_sixer: ya i dotn see any cell towers here lololol]

[g_sixer: ithink im fine now. butif u stil wanna talk i can]

An open offer, one leaden with unseen tension.

There’s a small phone buzzing on your doorstep. With each chime, a new message appears on it, all seemingly from the same user.

[g_sixer: hello?? is anyone there]

[g_sixer: i thinkim lost . i need directions pls]

[g_sixer: how 2 get out of forest]

There’s no keyboard, but there is a small speaker built into the screen if you wish to respond.

- https://www.tumblr.com/ask-swap-guest666 (sorry if this is formatted weird!)

> [ What . What

He picked up the phone, confused– why? and how ? ]

;; “ Hhell o ? Anyone? ”

> [ Maybe someone new got sent here? A sad thought, but more plausible than anything else. ]

“ Annythi n' ? ”

The phone remained silent for a while. That is, until a few new chimes signified more messages being sent.

[g_sixer: hi i can hear u]

[g_sixer: ur breaking up a bit tho]

Another pause ensued, this time longer.

[g_sixer: theres lots of trees lol dotn kno where i am]

[g_sixer: myname is six]

The typing was done with shaky, uncertain fingers— each typo a result of simply not paying attention. There were bigger things to worry about, after all.

> [ After a moment of silence, he spoke again, ]

“ M'ettore. o r Maf'.

Ii s there aan y landmarks? Annythi n' significant ? There's a loo tta trees everywhere. ”

> [ He tapped his side, making sure his sword was sheathed– just in case he needed to go out and find them. Might be easier. ]

There were no new messages for a while. The phone was disturbingly silent, displaying nothing but Six’s last messages. When it did finally chime again, the noise sounded strangely… distorted.

[g_sixer: sry smth hapend]

[g_sixer: hi maf]

[g_sixer: was in a clearing earlier but gotchased away sry]

A brief pause, the phone somehow making a noise similar to a sigh. A brief auditory glimpse into the other’s surroundings.

[g_sixer: think i see cabin light? not 2 far away]

[g_sixer: sry 4 freaking u out. r u with the other survivros?]

> [ Maybe that was a good chime ? Hard to tell. He wasn't well versed with technology.. at all . ]

“ No ,nno ,ii t's fine.

Everythin' oo k ay? Not huu rt ? ”

> [ Hesitation . Meeting a killer first probably wasn't the ideal situation ? ]

“ No, m'on mm 'own. I ddo n't reside with the survvi vors– m'no t one. ”

#-sixer #forsaken #forsaken roblox #forsaken ask blog #guest 666 #mafioso #sorry if this resposne is a bit more messy! i’m a busy bee irl :3c

[g_sixer: ur not??]

[g_sixer: oh]

Another pause, this one heavy with unspoken tension. Their next response was akin to a breath finally being released.

[g_sixer: am fine]

[g_sixer: thx 4 helping tho]

[g_sixer: r u ok ur stil breaking up? or is it just ur voice]

oh btw!! since i’m not answering asks tonight, here’s some art of scene noob instead :3c

#forsaken #forsaken roblox #scene noob #noob forsaken #forsaken art #homicidalporkchops #not an ask

will be answering more asks tomorrow! something came up tonight :)

#not an ask

can i offer you a six pack of witches brew or bloxy cola (your choice) in these trying times?

- sandwich anon

(totally not anyone the mod knows elelelelelele)

(hi goat!!)

A short trek through the forest continued, until Six found a safer spot to sit down. The light of the nearby cabin was dim, but welcoming.

————

Six stared at the message, before nodding and holding up two fingers. The second option, please.

They leaned down, staring at the phone as it began to glow— eyes sparkling with anticipation, only to widen with shock as something shot through the screen.

BONK!

“…”

“..ow.”

Six stared at the six-pack of cola laying next to her, before pulling one out and holding it up to his cheek to soothe the pain. The cool surface of the can managed to numb his newly-gained injury.

“Thanks.” Their tone was flat, dry, but the gratefulness was still there.

#-sixer #forsaken #forsaken roblox #forsaken ask blog #guest 666 #sandwich anon #hiiii!! :3c

There’s a small phone buzzing on your doorstep. With each chime, a new message appears on it, all seemingly from the same user.

[g_sixer: hello?? is anyone there]

[g_sixer: i thinkim lost . i need directions pls]

[g_sixer: how 2 get out of forest]

There’s no keyboard, but there is a small speaker built into the screen if you wish to respond.

- https://www.tumblr.com/ask-swap-guest666 (sorry if this is formatted weird!)

> [ What . What

He picked up the phone, confused– why? and how ? ]

;; “ Hhell o ? Anyone? ”

> [ Maybe someone new got sent here? A sad thought, but more plausible than anything else. ]

“ Annythi n' ? ”

The phone remained silent for a while. That is, until a few new chimes signified more messages being sent.

[g_sixer: hi i can hear u]

[g_sixer: ur breaking up a bit tho]

Another pause ensued, this time longer.

[g_sixer: theres lots of trees lol dotn kno where i am]

[g_sixer: myname is six]

The typing was done with shaky, uncertain fingers— each typo a result of simply not paying attention. There were bigger things to worry about, after all.

> [ After a moment of silence, he spoke again, ]

“ M'ettore. o r Maf'.

Ii s there aan y landmarks? Annythi n' significant ? There's a loo tta trees everywhere. ”

> [ He tapped his side, making sure his sword was sheathed– just in case he needed to go out and find them. Might be easier. ]