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@forsaken-cabin-detector
IT IS I! the only ever FORSAKEN CABIN DETECTOR!!
Now you might be wondering! Who on earth would think of making a detector blog for THE CABIN??? Well of course it would be none other than [REDACTED] !! Though "Cabin" will suffice! I use any pronouns and I will be of course reblogging any post including our wonderful cabin!!
It is going to be LOVELY meeting you all! :)
Hello! @roblox-blog-detector here to ask if you’d allow me to add you to my Detector List? :)
If not, that’s fine! No force, just found your name intriguing.
—Detector
Greetings roblox-blog-detector! You may add me to the list. :) Thank you for asking!
what’s your opinion on the cabin from Slay the Princess? (if you know what that is)
Dearest apologies for I have not consumed this media you speak of. But, a cabin is a cabin and all cabins are to be loved! Perhaps I will one day check it out. THANK YOU for this suggestion!
Fun uhhh lobby sleeping quarters ideas GO! Imagine for this theres bedrooms upstairs in the main cabin alongside the two outside
Builder, Shed, and Dusekkar share a room however Builderman oftentimes sleeps in one of the extra cabins he's made into a makeshift workshop that nobody's allowed to enter ever (don't ask about what's in the workshop.)
Noob & Two Time share a room together since Twos isn't used to sleeping without others due to living in a commune and Noob is too scared to sleep by themself so they usually use Twos for enough comfort to sleep
Chance and Taph share a room, Chance previously shared with Elliot but stop after she realized she was trans because he's a respectful gentleman, Taph also didn't really have anywhere else to sleep
Elliot & Veeronica share a room since they're the two girls who sleep in the cabin plus their rooms the only one with any electrical plugs for Veeronica to plug herself in to charge
Guest sleeps on the couch, don't worry he decided it for himself though his extra clothes in Taph & Chances room
007n7 sleeps in the other outside cabin since she doesn't want to bother anybody else with her presence, since that cabin has a kitchen and bathroom unlike te other one she only really needs to go there whenever necessary (though she starts getting "lured into" the main cabin when she gets more accepted by the others)
- Silly👑 anon
ONE DAY 1337 AND 7N7 WILL SHARE THE OTHER CABIN AND THEY'LL HAVE A HEART TO HEART AND THEY'LL BE THE BESTEST OF FATHER FRIENDS PLEAS';K;SK
we love.... smiles and grins... @forsaken-cabin-detector your food /giggles (apologies if this doesn't count!)
This most definitely COUNTS! CABIN DETECTED!!
I feel like the cabin we see it the lobby isn't actually the real cabin that all of the survivors live in, it's just a replica made for the players/vessels to explore. The NPCs are probably also replicas that can only say what they were created to say and nothing more, which is why dialogue can repeat.
I think the real cabin would be much bigger on the inside to have rooms for the survivors and maybe a kitchen and other rooms. I feel the real cabin is still the same size as the one we see in the lobby, but the inside is much bigger, somewhat like a pocket dimension.
I also think that everyone has a room personalized to the survivor and how much the Spectre likes them. Each room is different, like Guest's room is just like the ones in the military, with the hard bed and thin blankets too, while Elliot's is good with a fluffy bed with good blankets because The Spectre wants them to feel guilty and break them more during rounds. Also a survivor's room spawns in with them when they appear in the Forsaken realm, but if a survivor doesn't/can't use their room (007n7 I'm looking at you), the room will be lock up for everyone except the owner until they come back and use it for a couple of days
(I will get into the killers place later, but I will say that it is a smaller more crappyier cabin is a campsite right in front of it, also, I'm realizing the all of my asks have ended in parentheses... weird. I also yap so much)
-Insane anon
what if the rooms would like... invite a sense of curiosity to the ones not owning them.... just to make it easier for small betrayals like not respecting privacy just that little bit more common. makes them distrust each other a little and keeps rivalries wethinks... giggles... lvoe these sm dhgawjdkajstgdilakwujgd
@forsaken-cabin-detector heyyyy :]]]]
This!! This is SUCH an AWESOME headcanon. I love this!
CABIN MENTIONED!!!!!!!
You hear someone knocking at your door.
[The sudden sound of knocking pulls them out of their trance. They get up from their desk—which looks like it has never had a day of rest— and walks up to the door opening it]
Oh dear we haven't had any visitors for a while, Greetings!
A figure stood in the doorway, hunched over in a mix of pain and embarrassment, a bloodied bandage was tied around their right arm and various cuts scattered over their body. She gave a sheepish wave as the door opened. Her hair was a clash of red and blue as a drop of blood drips from her bangs/fringe (whatever the fuck you want to call it)
“Hey… remember me..?”
[He looked at her with concern yet not a hint of familiarity]
GOODNESS! Are you alright?! I'm very sorry, but I fail to recognize you... Even so, please enter in! I must treat your wounds.
[She offered her hand to the injured detector. Her eyes focused on the other, analyzing their cuts and bleeding. It was as if they opened a wikihow in their mind trying to assess how to even treat this—can they even remember how? or even if they had the items?—]
She looked a little let down as she heard the words come out the detector’s mouth, let out a breathless chuckle and spoke, "That okay can't blame you it has been 10 years..", Pizzaburger detector looked at the outreached hand and took with her uninjured hand.
[They gently assisted her into the old creaking cabin and lead her to sit on the bed—which seemed like it had barely even qualified as a mattress.]
Please friend, sit as I look for something we could use to treat your wounds.
[He walked over to the drawers—some glazed in dust like they haven't been visited in years— and started searching through them.]
How does one even get injured so badly in THIS area? In the short memory I have, I cannot recall ANYTHING here that could cause your scars. I doubt the soft foliage can do that... And there aren't any signs of hostile life anywhere near... Please do enlighten me
They watched cabin detector search through their drawers, her tail swishing softly next to her. "It's.. not from anything, actually someo...", her voice trails off as she registers her words, "...It's, uh work related..?"
"It wasn't even in this area, you just happened to be the first person I thought of that wasn't an hour away", they chuckled nervously as they fiddled with their blood stained fingers spreading blood that has yet to dry onto her palms and wrists.
[Miraculously she found some old bandages that were a bit worn out, but they could do the trick. She grabbed the bandages and headed over to the bloody mess on her bed]
Work-related? Must be some CRAZY things your boss makes you do jeez... Aren't you supposed to uh... what was the word...
[They snapped their fingers trying to recall]
Ah! Emergency contact! Aren't you supposed to call your emergency contact for that? Also do you maybe... Remember what you're supposed to do when treating wounds...? I feel like there might've been a step I'm forgetting.
[He played around with the bandages in his hand trying to recall something that maybe was just never there. Was he ever even taught how to treat wounds before? Not like he would remember.]
"You are my emergency contact, couldn't change it, 11didn't have anyone else and I left my phone at home."
She shifted on the bed uncomfortably, trying (and failing) to avoid getting blood onto the bed.
"I do have someone you can call, I don't think she would be very happy but we live together he was bound to find out eventually...", she paused, "Do you uh.. need the number..? Sorry about the bedsheets by the way"
[Her eyes widened, suddenly speechless for a second]
M... ME? As YOUR emergency contact??? What a frivolous decision! To trust your safety to someone who can't even recall your existence... You're a rather odd person I must say.
[He sat down beside them trying to plan out in his mind how to start wrapping her wounds — completely disregarding the first step which was cleaning the damned wounds —.]
I think it would be better to call her, because I doubt I'll do a good enough job bandaging this whirlwind of cuts you somehow managed to acquire. Give me her number and I'll call once I at least wrap up your arm. Also don't pay any mind to the sheets, there's a storm coming soon anyway; I can get them cleaned.
[They stepped over to their desk and grabbed their phone. Unlocking it before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector.]
Pizzaburger takes the phone, dials in a number and hits call. The default ringtone echoes through the room as she offers the phone back.
[They take the phone from her as the ringing stops after nobody answering the other end.]
No answer? Well that's rough. Maybe I should actually start patching you up huh. It'd be better if you at least have something to stop the bleeding— even if it's badly done— while we wait for them to answer or call back. So, may I have your arm?
[She places the phone back on the desk and extends her arm towards pizzaburger requesting for their damaged limb.]
Pizzaburger lets out a breath she didn't even realise she was holding. It's not like they could get away with this, but it is nice to have another moment of peace, for both Lexi and themselves, even if it's for just a second. "Oh, uh yeah", they lift up their arm granting permission.
[hocus pocus time skip woah]
Coincidentally, just as Cabin Detector had finished patching up her arm their phone started buzzing again. A number flashed on the screen, the number Pizzaburger Detector had dialled in earlier.
[As they let go of her arm, the ringing abruptly kills the silence and startles Cabin. They wipe off their hands on their clothes and pick up the phone before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector]
Pizzaburger takes the phone and holds it up to their ear. A shuffle, then a glitchy and tired voice echos out of the speaker.
".H3ll0..??"
"Hi Lexi.."
"..."
More shuffling could be heard through the speaker, what Pizzaburger assumed was them searching for a person that was no longer there. Once again, the same voice comes out of the speakers.
"C4r3 70 3xpl41n wh3r3 7h3 fuck 70u 4r3?"
"..Come to Calypso's house, I'm there right now", their hand instinctively goes to the bright red hang up button, but pauses as they realise that the figure standing right next to her might want to have a chat.
They hung up anyways and hands the phone back.
C... What did you just call me? Sorry sorry I... Was that- Is that... Is that actually MY name? I... M- Ow ow ow... Oh gosh my head-
[He stumbles down on the floor clutching onto his temples. His breathing had become unsteady; His chest contracting with a broken rhythm. Thoughts and memories that he didn't even know he had all came rushing through like a tsunami. All because of a name—his name— that hadn't been uttered in supposed decades; A forgotten name for a person stuck in his forgotten past. Accidents really do mess with someones mind.]
"Calypso..?", Pizzaburger stood up abruptly, phone clattering to the side, forgotten.
"Ca-"
She pauses, she couldn't call her by Calypso, that's what started this, or that's what she assumed it was.
"Calli.. you okay?"
[Her head was pounding, pain radiating throughout her cranium, eyes not knowing where to land on, and airways functioning like an unsteady flow from a broken pipe.]
S- Sorry- OW ow... 'msor-ry Mi- [Cough] Miaka- I-
[The name slipped out so casually like the years of friendship the two had had never been forgotten. Even Cal- Cabin was surprised when all familiarity came rushing back aswell. A stranger somehow turning into one of their closest —and their only— friends.]
D- ow- Don't w-orry about me- [Cough] Jus-t go wait for Lex- [Wince] C-Can't have guests- Ma will get- [Cough] Mad.
Miaka stared softly at Cabin detector. A mix of shock and nostalgia etched onto their face as Cabin called out their name. She crouches down resting her bottom on their heel and places a hand on Cabin’s shoulder.
They open their mouth to speak and hesitates, best to not tell her right now. Reassure him, tell him the truth later, when he’s in a more stable condition. Yeah, that’s what she’ll do, stretch the truth. (You failed to tell him last time what makes this time any more different?)
“I’m sure me and Lex will be able to talk it out with your mum if she finds out”, she pauses.
“We’ll.. just tell her that we were trying to help or something… Lie to her about how we saw you collapse in the cabin, y’know something like that.”
[Pizzaburger proceeds to fish a packet of 7 year old expired painkillers from their pocket and crash out along with Cabin detector until Lexi arrives]
[With her hands still on her head shaking and her eyes shut closed trying to somehow lessen the pain, she took a deep and shaky breath to get herself together somehow. As she exhaled she opened back her teary eyes along with it and stared pathetically at Miaka.]
O- [Cough] Oka-y... Y-Yeah that cou-ld w- [Cough] work... Tha-nks... S-Sorry for be-ing so [Wince] Unh-elpful...
[They smothered their face into their knees trying to fight this killer of a headache. They silently wish lexi gets here sooner; Who knows what Ma would do?]
Pizzaburger opened her mouth, but before she could get anything out there were two loud knocks at the front door.
“1 kn0w 70u’r3 1n 7h3r3 M14k4. 70u 5741n3d 7h3 wh0l3 fr0n7 p0rch”
Uh shit happens Pizzaburger opens the door asks if Lexi had any painkillers, it handed them some ibuprofen and the two proceeds to shove it down Cabin's throat.
Mod<(so we may have ran out of time 👉👈ehe...)
You hear someone knocking at your door.
[The sudden sound of knocking pulls them out of their trance. They get up from their desk—which looks like it has never had a day of rest— and walks up to the door opening it]
Oh dear we haven't had any visitors for a while, Greetings!
A figure stood in the doorway, hunched over in a mix of pain and embarrassment, a bloodied bandage was tied around their right arm and various cuts scattered over their body. She gave a sheepish wave as the door opened. Her hair was a clash of red and blue as a drop of blood drips from her bangs/fringe (whatever the fuck you want to call it)
“Hey… remember me..?”
[He looked at her with concern yet not a hint of familiarity]
GOODNESS! Are you alright?! I'm very sorry, but I fail to recognize you... Even so, please enter in! I must treat your wounds.
[She offered her hand to the injured detector. Her eyes focused on the other, analyzing their cuts and bleeding. It was as if they opened a wikihow in their mind trying to assess how to even treat this—can they even remember how? or even if they had the items?—]
She looked a little let down as she heard the words come out the detector’s mouth, let out a breathless chuckle and spoke, "That okay can't blame you it has been 10 years..", Pizzaburger detector looked at the outreached hand and took with her uninjured hand.
[They gently assisted her into the old creaking cabin and lead her to sit on the bed—which seemed like it had barely even qualified as a mattress.]
Please friend, sit as I look for something we could use to treat your wounds.
[He walked over to the drawers—some glazed in dust like they haven't been visited in years— and started searching through them.]
How does one even get injured so badly in THIS area? In the short memory I have, I cannot recall ANYTHING here that could cause your scars. I doubt the soft foliage can do that... And there aren't any signs of hostile life anywhere near... Please do enlighten me
They watched cabin detector search through their drawers, her tail swishing softly next to her. "It's.. not from anything, actually someo...", her voice trails off as she registers her words, "...It's, uh work related..?"
"It wasn't even in this area, you just happened to be the first person I thought of that wasn't an hour away", they chuckled nervously as they fiddled with their blood stained fingers spreading blood that has yet to dry onto her palms and wrists.
[Miraculously she found some old bandages that were a bit worn out, but they could do the trick. She grabbed the bandages and headed over to the bloody mess on her bed]
Work-related? Must be some CRAZY things your boss makes you do jeez... Aren't you supposed to uh... what was the word...
[They snapped their fingers trying to recall]
Ah! Emergency contact! Aren't you supposed to call your emergency contact for that? Also do you maybe... Remember what you're supposed to do when treating wounds...? I feel like there might've been a step I'm forgetting.
[He played around with the bandages in his hand trying to recall something that maybe was just never there. Was he ever even taught how to treat wounds before? Not like he would remember.]
"You are my emergency contact, couldn't change it, 11didn't have anyone else and I left my phone at home."
She shifted on the bed uncomfortably, trying (and failing) to avoid getting blood onto the bed.
"I do have someone you can call, I don't think she would be very happy but we live together he was bound to find out eventually...", she paused, "Do you uh.. need the number..? Sorry about the bedsheets by the way"
[Her eyes widened, suddenly speechless for a second]
M... ME? As YOUR emergency contact??? What a frivolous decision! To trust your safety to someone who can't even recall your existence... You're a rather odd person I must say.
[He sat down beside them trying to plan out in his mind how to start wrapping her wounds — completely disregarding the first step which was cleaning the damned wounds —.]
I think it would be better to call her, because I doubt I'll do a good enough job bandaging this whirlwind of cuts you somehow managed to acquire. Give me her number and I'll call once I at least wrap up your arm. Also don't pay any mind to the sheets, there's a storm coming soon anyway; I can get them cleaned.
[They stepped over to their desk and grabbed their phone. Unlocking it before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector.]
Pizzaburger takes the phone, dials in a number and hits call. The default ringtone echoes through the room as she offers the phone back.
[They take the phone from her as the ringing stops after nobody answering the other end.]
No answer? Well that's rough. Maybe I should actually start patching you up huh. It'd be better if you at least have something to stop the bleeding— even if it's badly done— while we wait for them to answer or call back. So, may I have your arm?
[She places the phone back on the desk and extends her arm towards pizzaburger requesting for their damaged limb.]
Pizzaburger lets out a breath she didn't even realise she was holding. It's not like they could get away with this, but it is nice to have another moment of peace, for both Lexi and themselves, even if it's for just a second. "Oh, uh yeah", they lift up their arm granting permission.
[hocus pocus time skip woah]
Coincidentally, just as Cabin Detector had finished patching up her arm their phone started buzzing again. A number flashed on the screen, the number Pizzaburger Detector had dialled in earlier.
[As they let go of her arm, the ringing abruptly kills the silence and startles Cabin. They wipe off their hands on their clothes and pick up the phone before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector]
Pizzaburger takes the phone and holds it up to their ear. A shuffle, then a glitchy and tired voice echos out of the speaker.
".H3ll0..??"
"Hi Lexi.."
"..."
More shuffling could be heard through the speaker, what Pizzaburger assumed was them searching for a person that was no longer there. Once again, the same voice comes out of the speakers.
"C4r3 70 3xpl41n wh3r3 7h3 fuck 70u 4r3?"
"..Come to Calypso's house, I'm there right now", their hand instinctively goes to the bright red hang up button, but pauses as they realise that the figure standing right next to her might want to have a chat.
They hung up anyways and hands the phone back.
C... What did you just call me? Sorry sorry I... Was that- Is that... Is that actually MY name? I... M- Ow ow ow... Oh gosh my head-
[He stumbles down on the floor clutching onto his temples. His breathing had become unsteady; His chest contracting with a broken rhythm. Thoughts and memories that he didn't even know he had all came rushing through like a tsunami. All because of a name—his name— that hadn't been uttered in supposed decades; A forgotten name for a person stuck in his forgotten past. Accidents really do mess with someones mind.]
"Calypso..?", Pizzaburger stood up abruptly, phone clattering to the side, forgotten.
"Ca-"
She pauses, she couldn't call her by Calypso, that's what started this, or that's what she assumed it was.
"Calli.. you okay?"
[Her head was pounding, pain radiating throughout her cranium, eyes not knowing where to land on, and airways functioning like an unsteady flow from a broken pipe.]
S- Sorry- OW ow... 'msor-ry Mi- [Cough] Miaka- I-
[The name slipped out so casually like the years of friendship the two had had never been forgotten. Even Cal- Cabin was surprised when all familiarity came rushing back aswell. A stranger somehow turning into one of their closest —and their only— friends.]
D- ow- Don't w-orry about me- [Cough] Jus-t go wait for Lex- [Wince] C-Can't have guests- Ma will get- [Cough] Mad.
Miaka stared softly at Cabin detector. A mix of shock and nostalgia etched onto their face as Cabin called out their name. She crouches down resting her bottom on their heel and places a hand on Cabin’s shoulder.
They open their mouth to speak and hesitates, best to not tell her right now. Reassure him, tell him the truth later, when he’s in a more stable condition. Yeah, that’s what she’ll do, stretch the truth. (You failed to tell him last time what makes this time any more different?)
“I’m sure me and Lex will be able to talk it out with your mum if she finds out”, she pauses.
“We’ll.. just tell her that we were trying to help or something… Lie to her about how we saw you collapse in the cabin, y’know something like that.”
[Pizzaburger proceeds to fish a packet of 7 year old expired painkillers from their pocket and crash out along with Cabin detector until Lexi arrives]
[With her hands still on her head shaking and her eyes shut closed trying to somehow lessen the pain, she took a deep and shaky breath to get herself together somehow. As she exhaled she opened back her teary eyes along with it and stared pathetically at Miaka.]
O- [Cough] Oka-y... Y-Yeah that cou-ld w- [Cough] work... Tha-nks... S-Sorry for be-ing so [Wince] Unh-elpful...
[They smothered their face into their knees trying to fight this killer of a headache. They silently wish lexi gets here sooner; Who knows what Ma would do?]
You hear someone knocking at your door.
[The sudden sound of knocking pulls them out of their trance. They get up from their desk—which looks like it has never had a day of rest— and walks up to the door opening it]
Oh dear we haven't had any visitors for a while, Greetings!
A figure stood in the doorway, hunched over in a mix of pain and embarrassment, a bloodied bandage was tied around their right arm and various cuts scattered over their body. She gave a sheepish wave as the door opened. Her hair was a clash of red and blue as a drop of blood drips from her bangs/fringe (whatever the fuck you want to call it)
“Hey… remember me..?”
[He looked at her with concern yet not a hint of familiarity]
GOODNESS! Are you alright?! I'm very sorry, but I fail to recognize you... Even so, please enter in! I must treat your wounds.
[She offered her hand to the injured detector. Her eyes focused on the other, analyzing their cuts and bleeding. It was as if they opened a wikihow in their mind trying to assess how to even treat this—can they even remember how? or even if they had the items?—]
She looked a little let down as she heard the words come out the detector’s mouth, let out a breathless chuckle and spoke, "That okay can't blame you it has been 10 years..", Pizzaburger detector looked at the outreached hand and took with her uninjured hand.
[They gently assisted her into the old creaking cabin and lead her to sit on the bed—which seemed like it had barely even qualified as a mattress.]
Please friend, sit as I look for something we could use to treat your wounds.
[He walked over to the drawers—some glazed in dust like they haven't been visited in years— and started searching through them.]
How does one even get injured so badly in THIS area? In the short memory I have, I cannot recall ANYTHING here that could cause your scars. I doubt the soft foliage can do that... And there aren't any signs of hostile life anywhere near... Please do enlighten me
They watched cabin detector search through their drawers, her tail swishing softly next to her. "It's.. not from anything, actually someo...", her voice trails off as she registers her words, "...It's, uh work related..?"
"It wasn't even in this area, you just happened to be the first person I thought of that wasn't an hour away", they chuckled nervously as they fiddled with their blood stained fingers spreading blood that has yet to dry onto her palms and wrists.
[Miraculously she found some old bandages that were a bit worn out, but they could do the trick. She grabbed the bandages and headed over to the bloody mess on her bed]
Work-related? Must be some CRAZY things your boss makes you do jeez... Aren't you supposed to uh... what was the word...
[They snapped their fingers trying to recall]
Ah! Emergency contact! Aren't you supposed to call your emergency contact for that? Also do you maybe... Remember what you're supposed to do when treating wounds...? I feel like there might've been a step I'm forgetting.
[He played around with the bandages in his hand trying to recall something that maybe was just never there. Was he ever even taught how to treat wounds before? Not like he would remember.]
"You are my emergency contact, couldn't change it, 11didn't have anyone else and I left my phone at home."
She shifted on the bed uncomfortably, trying (and failing) to avoid getting blood onto the bed.
"I do have someone you can call, I don't think she would be very happy but we live together he was bound to find out eventually...", she paused, "Do you uh.. need the number..? Sorry about the bedsheets by the way"
[Her eyes widened, suddenly speechless for a second]
M... ME? As YOUR emergency contact??? What a frivolous decision! To trust your safety to someone who can't even recall your existence... You're a rather odd person I must say.
[He sat down beside them trying to plan out in his mind how to start wrapping her wounds — completely disregarding the first step which was cleaning the damned wounds —.]
I think it would be better to call her, because I doubt I'll do a good enough job bandaging this whirlwind of cuts you somehow managed to acquire. Give me her number and I'll call once I at least wrap up your arm. Also don't pay any mind to the sheets, there's a storm coming soon anyway; I can get them cleaned.
[They stepped over to their desk and grabbed their phone. Unlocking it before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector.]
Pizzaburger takes the phone, dials in a number and hits call. The default ringtone echoes through the room as she offers the phone back.
[They take the phone from her as the ringing stops after nobody answering the other end.]
No answer? Well that's rough. Maybe I should actually start patching you up huh. It'd be better if you at least have something to stop the bleeding— even if it's badly done— while we wait for them to answer or call back. So, may I have your arm?
[She places the phone back on the desk and extends her arm towards pizzaburger requesting for their damaged limb.]
Pizzaburger lets out a breath she didn't even realise she was holding. It's not like they could get away with this, but it is nice to have another moment of peace, for both Lexi and themselves, even if it's for just a second. "Oh, uh yeah", they lift up their arm granting permission.
[hocus pocus time skip woah]
Coincidentally, just as Cabin Detector had finished patching up her arm their phone started buzzing again. A number flashed on the screen, the number Pizzaburger Detector had dialled in earlier.
[As they let go of her arm, the ringing abruptly kills the silence and startles Cabin. They wipe off their hands on their clothes and pick up the phone before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector]
Pizzaburger takes the phone and holds it up to their ear. A shuffle, then a glitchy and tired voice echos out of the speaker.
".H3ll0..??"
"Hi Lexi.."
"..."
More shuffling could be heard through the speaker, what Pizzaburger assumed was them searching for a person that was no longer there. Once again, the same voice comes out of the speakers.
"C4r3 70 3xpl41n wh3r3 7h3 fuck 70u 4r3?"
"..Come to Calypso's house, I'm there right now", their hand instinctively goes to the bright red hang up button, but pauses as they realise that the figure standing right next to her might want to have a chat.
They hung up anyways and hands the phone back.
C... What did you just call me? Sorry sorry I... Was that- Is that... Is that actually MY name? I... M- Ow ow ow... Oh gosh my head-
[He stumbles down on the floor clutching onto his temples. His breathing had become unsteady; His chest contracting with a broken rhythm. Thoughts and memories that he didn't even know he had all came rushing through like a tsunami. All because of a name—his name— that hadn't been uttered in supposed decades; A forgotten name for a person stuck in his forgotten past. Accidents really do mess with someones mind.]
"Calypso..?", Pizzaburger stood up abruptly, phone clattering to the side, forgotten.
"Ca-"
She pauses, she couldn't call her by Calypso, that's what started this, or that's what she assumed it was.
"Calli.. you okay?"
[Her head was pounding, pain radiating throughout her cranium, eyes not knowing where to land on, and airways functioning like an unsteady flow from a broken pipe.]
S- Sorry- OW ow... 'msor-ry Mi- [Cough] Miaka- I-
[The name slipped out so casually like the years of friendship the two had had never been forgotten. Even Cal- Cabin was surprised when all familiarity came rushing back aswell. A stranger somehow turning into one of their closest —and their only— friends.]
D- ow- Don't w-orry about me- [Cough] Jus-t go wait for Lex- [Wince] C-Can't have guests- Ma will get- [Cough] Mad.
You hear someone knocking at your door.
[The sudden sound of knocking pulls them out of their trance. They get up from their desk—which looks like it has never had a day of rest— and walks up to the door opening it]
Oh dear we haven't had any visitors for a while, Greetings!
A figure stood in the doorway, hunched over in a mix of pain and embarrassment, a bloodied bandage was tied around their right arm and various cuts scattered over their body. She gave a sheepish wave as the door opened. Her hair was a clash of red and blue as a drop of blood drips from her bangs/fringe (whatever the fuck you want to call it)
“Hey… remember me..?”
[He looked at her with concern yet not a hint of familiarity]
GOODNESS! Are you alright?! I'm very sorry, but I fail to recognize you... Even so, please enter in! I must treat your wounds.
[She offered her hand to the injured detector. Her eyes focused on the other, analyzing their cuts and bleeding. It was as if they opened a wikihow in their mind trying to assess how to even treat this—can they even remember how? or even if they had the items?—]
She looked a little let down as she heard the words come out the detector’s mouth, let out a breathless chuckle and spoke, "That okay can't blame you it has been 10 years..", Pizzaburger detector looked at the outreached hand and took with her uninjured hand.
[They gently assisted her into the old creaking cabin and lead her to sit on the bed—which seemed like it had barely even qualified as a mattress.]
Please friend, sit as I look for something we could use to treat your wounds.
[He walked over to the drawers—some glazed in dust like they haven't been visited in years— and started searching through them.]
How does one even get injured so badly in THIS area? In the short memory I have, I cannot recall ANYTHING here that could cause your scars. I doubt the soft foliage can do that... And there aren't any signs of hostile life anywhere near... Please do enlighten me
They watched cabin detector search through their drawers, her tail swishing softly next to her. "It's.. not from anything, actually someo...", her voice trails off as she registers her words, "...It's, uh work related..?"
"It wasn't even in this area, you just happened to be the first person I thought of that wasn't an hour away", they chuckled nervously as they fiddled with their blood stained fingers spreading blood that has yet to dry onto her palms and wrists.
[Miraculously she found some old bandages that were a bit worn out, but they could do the trick. She grabbed the bandages and headed over to the bloody mess on her bed]
Work-related? Must be some CRAZY things your boss makes you do jeez... Aren't you supposed to uh... what was the word...
[They snapped their fingers trying to recall]
Ah! Emergency contact! Aren't you supposed to call your emergency contact for that? Also do you maybe... Remember what you're supposed to do when treating wounds...? I feel like there might've been a step I'm forgetting.
[He played around with the bandages in his hand trying to recall something that maybe was just never there. Was he ever even taught how to treat wounds before? Not like he would remember.]
"You are my emergency contact, couldn't change it, 11didn't have anyone else and I left my phone at home."
She shifted on the bed uncomfortably, trying (and failing) to avoid getting blood onto the bed.
"I do have someone you can call, I don't think she would be very happy but we live together he was bound to find out eventually...", she paused, "Do you uh.. need the number..? Sorry about the bedsheets by the way"
[Her eyes widened, suddenly speechless for a second]
M... ME? As YOUR emergency contact??? What a frivolous decision! To trust your safety to someone who can't even recall your existence... You're a rather odd person I must say.
[He sat down beside them trying to plan out in his mind how to start wrapping her wounds — completely disregarding the first step which was cleaning the damned wounds —.]
I think it would be better to call her, because I doubt I'll do a good enough job bandaging this whirlwind of cuts you somehow managed to acquire. Give me her number and I'll call once I at least wrap up your arm. Also don't pay any mind to the sheets, there's a storm coming soon anyway; I can get them cleaned.
[They stepped over to their desk and grabbed their phone. Unlocking it before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector.]
Pizzaburger takes the phone, dials in a number and hits call. The default ringtone echoes through the room as she offers the phone back.
[They take the phone from her as the ringing stops after nobody answering the other end.]
No answer? Well that's rough. Maybe I should actually start patching you up huh. It'd be better if you at least have something to stop the bleeding— even if it's badly done— while we wait for them to answer or call back. So, may I have your arm?
[She places the phone back on the desk and extends her arm towards pizzaburger requesting for their damaged limb.]
Pizzaburger lets out a breath she didn't even realise she was holding. It's not like they could get away with this, but it is nice to have another moment of peace, for both Lexi and themselves, even if it's for just a second. "Oh, uh yeah", they lift up their arm granting permission.
[hocus pocus time skip woah]
Coincidentally, just as Cabin Detector had finished patching up her arm their phone started buzzing again. A number flashed on the screen, the number Pizzaburger Detector had dialled in earlier.
[As they let go of her arm, the ringing abruptly kills the silence and startles Cabin. They wipe off their hands on their clothes and pick up the phone before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector]
Pizzaburger takes the phone and holds it up to their ear. A shuffle, then a glitchy and tired voice echos out of the speaker.
".H3ll0..??"
"Hi Lexi.."
"..."
More shuffling could be heard through the speaker, what Pizzaburger assumed was them searching for a person that was no longer there. Once again, the same voice comes out of the speakers.
"C4r3 70 3xpl41n wh3r3 7h3 fuck 70u 4r3?"
"..Come to Calypso's house, I'm there right now", their hand instinctively goes to the bright red hang up button, but pauses as they realise that the figure standing right next to her might want to have a chat.
They hung up anyways and hands the phone back.
C... What did you just call me? Sorry sorry I... Was that- Is that... Is that actually MY name? I... M- Ow ow ow... Oh gosh my head-
[He stumbles down on the floor clutching onto his temples. His breathing had become unsteady; His chest contracting with a broken rhythm. Thoughts and memories that he didn't even know he had all came rushing through like a tsunami. All because of a name—his name— that hadn't been uttered in supposed decades; A forgotten name for a person stuck in his forgotten past. Accidents really do mess with someones mind.]
You hear someone knocking at your door.
[The sudden sound of knocking pulls them out of their trance. They get up from their desk—which looks like it has never had a day of rest— and walks up to the door opening it]
Oh dear we haven't had any visitors for a while, Greetings!
A figure stood in the doorway, hunched over in a mix of pain and embarrassment, a bloodied bandage was tied around their right arm and various cuts scattered over their body. She gave a sheepish wave as the door opened. Her hair was a clash of red and blue as a drop of blood drips from her bangs/fringe (whatever the fuck you want to call it)
“Hey… remember me..?”
[He looked at her with concern yet not a hint of familiarity]
GOODNESS! Are you alright?! I'm very sorry, but I fail to recognize you... Even so, please enter in! I must treat your wounds.
[She offered her hand to the injured detector. Her eyes focused on the other, analyzing their cuts and bleeding. It was as if they opened a wikihow in their mind trying to assess how to even treat this—can they even remember how? or even if they had the items?—]
She looked a little let down as she heard the words come out the detector’s mouth, let out a breathless chuckle and spoke, "That okay can't blame you it has been 10 years..", Pizzaburger detector looked at the outreached hand and took with her uninjured hand.
[They gently assisted her into the old creaking cabin and lead her to sit on the bed—which seemed like it had barely even qualified as a mattress.]
Please friend, sit as I look for something we could use to treat your wounds.
[He walked over to the drawers—some glazed in dust like they haven't been visited in years— and started searching through them.]
How does one even get injured so badly in THIS area? In the short memory I have, I cannot recall ANYTHING here that could cause your scars. I doubt the soft foliage can do that... And there aren't any signs of hostile life anywhere near... Please do enlighten me
They watched cabin detector search through their drawers, her tail swishing softly next to her. "It's.. not from anything, actually someo...", her voice trails off as she registers her words, "...It's, uh work related..?"
"It wasn't even in this area, you just happened to be the first person I thought of that wasn't an hour away", they chuckled nervously as they fiddled with their blood stained fingers spreading blood that has yet to dry onto her palms and wrists.
[Miraculously she found some old bandages that were a bit worn out, but they could do the trick. She grabbed the bandages and headed over to the bloody mess on her bed]
Work-related? Must be some CRAZY things your boss makes you do jeez... Aren't you supposed to uh... what was the word...
[They snapped their fingers trying to recall]
Ah! Emergency contact! Aren't you supposed to call your emergency contact for that? Also do you maybe... Remember what you're supposed to do when treating wounds...? I feel like there might've been a step I'm forgetting.
[He played around with the bandages in his hand trying to recall something that maybe was just never there. Was he ever even taught how to treat wounds before? Not like he would remember.]
"You are my emergency contact, couldn't change it, 11didn't have anyone else and I left my phone at home."
She shifted on the bed uncomfortably, trying (and failing) to avoid getting blood onto the bed.
"I do have someone you can call, I don't think she would be very happy but we live together he was bound to find out eventually...", she paused, "Do you uh.. need the number..? Sorry about the bedsheets by the way"
[Her eyes widened, suddenly speechless for a second]
M... ME? As YOUR emergency contact??? What a frivolous decision! To trust your safety to someone who can't even recall your existence... You're a rather odd person I must say.
[He sat down beside them trying to plan out in his mind how to start wrapping her wounds — completely disregarding the first step which was cleaning the damned wounds —.]
I think it would be better to call her, because I doubt I'll do a good enough job bandaging this whirlwind of cuts you somehow managed to acquire. Give me her number and I'll call once I at least wrap up your arm. Also don't pay any mind to the sheets, there's a storm coming soon anyway; I can get them cleaned.
[They stepped over to their desk and grabbed their phone. Unlocking it before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector.]
Pizzaburger takes the phone, dials in a number and hits call. The default ringtone echoes through the room as she offers the phone back.
[They take the phone from her as the ringing stops after nobody answering the other end.]
No answer? Well that's rough. Maybe I should actually start patching you up huh. It'd be better if you at least have something to stop the bleeding— even if it's badly done— while we wait for them to answer or call back. So, may I have your arm?
[She places the phone back on the desk and extends her arm towards pizzaburger requesting for their damaged limb.]
Pizzaburger lets out a breath she didn't even realise she was holding. It's not like they could get away with this, but it is nice to have another moment of peace, for both Lexi and themselves, even if it's for just a second. "Oh, uh yeah", they lift up their arm granting permission.
[hocus pocus time skip woah]
Coincidentally, just as Cabin Detector had finished patching up her arm their phone started buzzing again. A number flashed on the screen, the number Pizzaburger Detector had dialled in earlier.
[As they let go of her arm, the ringing abruptly kills the silence and startles Cabin. They wipe off their hands on their clothes and pick up the phone before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector]
You hear someone knocking at your door.
[The sudden sound of knocking pulls them out of their trance. They get up from their desk—which looks like it has never had a day of rest— and walks up to the door opening it]
Oh dear we haven't had any visitors for a while, Greetings!
A figure stood in the doorway, hunched over in a mix of pain and embarrassment, a bloodied bandage was tied around their right arm and various cuts scattered over their body. She gave a sheepish wave as the door opened. Her hair was a clash of red and blue as a drop of blood drips from her bangs/fringe (whatever the fuck you want to call it)
“Hey… remember me..?”
[He looked at her with concern yet not a hint of familiarity]
GOODNESS! Are you alright?! I'm very sorry, but I fail to recognize you... Even so, please enter in! I must treat your wounds.
[She offered her hand to the injured detector. Her eyes focused on the other, analyzing their cuts and bleeding. It was as if they opened a wikihow in their mind trying to assess how to even treat this—can they even remember how? or even if they had the items?—]
She looked a little let down as she heard the words come out the detector’s mouth, let out a breathless chuckle and spoke, "That okay can't blame you it has been 10 years..", Pizzaburger detector looked at the outreached hand and took with her uninjured hand.
[They gently assisted her into the old creaking cabin and lead her to sit on the bed—which seemed like it had barely even qualified as a mattress.]
Please friend, sit as I look for something we could use to treat your wounds.
[He walked over to the drawers—some glazed in dust like they haven't been visited in years— and started searching through them.]
How does one even get injured so badly in THIS area? In the short memory I have, I cannot recall ANYTHING here that could cause your scars. I doubt the soft foliage can do that... And there aren't any signs of hostile life anywhere near... Please do enlighten me
They watched cabin detector search through their drawers, her tail swishing softly next to her. "It's.. not from anything, actually someo...", her voice trails off as she registers her words, "...It's, uh work related..?"
"It wasn't even in this area, you just happened to be the first person I thought of that wasn't an hour away", they chuckled nervously as they fiddled with their blood stained fingers spreading blood that has yet to dry onto her palms and wrists.
[Miraculously she found some old bandages that were a bit worn out, but they could do the trick. She grabbed the bandages and headed over to the bloody mess on her bed]
Work-related? Must be some CRAZY things your boss makes you do jeez... Aren't you supposed to uh... what was the word...
[They snapped their fingers trying to recall]
Ah! Emergency contact! Aren't you supposed to call your emergency contact for that? Also do you maybe... Remember what you're supposed to do when treating wounds...? I feel like there might've been a step I'm forgetting.
[He played around with the bandages in his hand trying to recall something that maybe was just never there. Was he ever even taught how to treat wounds before? Not like he would remember.]
"You are my emergency contact, couldn't change it, 11didn't have anyone else and I left my phone at home."
She shifted on the bed uncomfortably, trying (and failing) to avoid getting blood onto the bed.
"I do have someone you can call, I don't think she would be very happy but we live together he was bound to find out eventually...", she paused, "Do you uh.. need the number..? Sorry about the bedsheets by the way"
[Her eyes widened, suddenly speechless for a second]
M... ME? As YOUR emergency contact??? What a frivolous decision! To trust your safety to someone who can't even recall your existence... You're a rather odd person I must say.
[He sat down beside them trying to plan out in his mind how to start wrapping her wounds — completely disregarding the first step which was cleaning the damned wounds —.]
I think it would be better to call her, because I doubt I'll do a good enough job bandaging this whirlwind of cuts you somehow managed to acquire. Give me her number and I'll call once I at least wrap up your arm. Also don't pay any mind to the sheets, there's a storm coming soon anyway; I can get them cleaned.
[They stepped over to their desk and grabbed their phone. Unlocking it before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector.]
Pizzaburger takes the phone, dials in a number and hits call. The default ringtone echoes through the room as she offers the phone back.
[They take the phone from her as the ringing stops after nobody answering the other end.]
No answer? Well that's rough. Maybe I should actually start patching you up huh. It'd be better if you at least have something to stop the bleeding— even if it's badly done— while we wait for them to answer or call back. So, may I have your arm?
[She places the phone back on the desk and extends her arm towards pizzaburger requesting for their damaged limb.]
CABIN DETECTED!
What I think happened between Forsaken being shut down for a while
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You hear someone knocking at your door.
[The sudden sound of knocking pulls them out of their trance. They get up from their desk—which looks like it has never had a day of rest— and walks up to the door opening it]
Oh dear we haven't had any visitors for a while, Greetings!
A figure stood in the doorway, hunched over in a mix of pain and embarrassment, a bloodied bandage was tied around their right arm and various cuts scattered over their body. She gave a sheepish wave as the door opened. Her hair was a clash of red and blue as a drop of blood drips from her bangs/fringe (whatever the fuck you want to call it)
“Hey… remember me..?”
[He looked at her with concern yet not a hint of familiarity]
GOODNESS! Are you alright?! I'm very sorry, but I fail to recognize you... Even so, please enter in! I must treat your wounds.
[She offered her hand to the injured detector. Her eyes focused on the other, analyzing their cuts and bleeding. It was as if they opened a wikihow in their mind trying to assess how to even treat this—can they even remember how? or even if they had the items?—]
She looked a little let down as she heard the words come out the detector’s mouth, let out a breathless chuckle and spoke, "That okay can't blame you it has been 10 years..", Pizzaburger detector looked at the outreached hand and took with her uninjured hand.
[They gently assisted her into the old creaking cabin and lead her to sit on the bed—which seemed like it had barely even qualified as a mattress.]
Please friend, sit as I look for something we could use to treat your wounds.
[He walked over to the drawers—some glazed in dust like they haven't been visited in years— and started searching through them.]
How does one even get injured so badly in THIS area? In the short memory I have, I cannot recall ANYTHING here that could cause your scars. I doubt the soft foliage can do that... And there aren't any signs of hostile life anywhere near... Please do enlighten me
They watched cabin detector search through their drawers, her tail swishing softly next to her. "It's.. not from anything, actually someo...", her voice trails off as she registers her words, "...It's, uh work related..?"
"It wasn't even in this area, you just happened to be the first person I thought of that wasn't an hour away", they chuckled nervously as they fiddled with their blood stained fingers spreading blood that has yet to dry onto her palms and wrists.
[Miraculously she found some old bandages that were a bit worn out, but they could do the trick. She grabbed the bandages and headed over to the bloody mess on her bed]
Work-related? Must be some CRAZY things your boss makes you do jeez... Aren't you supposed to uh... what was the word...
[They snapped their fingers trying to recall]
Ah! Emergency contact! Aren't you supposed to call your emergency contact for that? Also do you maybe... Remember what you're supposed to do when treating wounds...? I feel like there might've been a step I'm forgetting.
[He played around with the bandages in his hand trying to recall something that maybe was just never there. Was he ever even taught how to treat wounds before? Not like he would remember.]
"You are my emergency contact, couldn't change it, 11didn't have anyone else and I left my phone at home."
She shifted on the bed uncomfortably, trying (and failing) to avoid getting blood onto the bed.
"I do have someone you can call, I don't think she would be very happy but we live together he was bound to find out eventually...", she paused, "Do you uh.. need the number..? Sorry about the bedsheets by the way"
[Her eyes widened, suddenly speechless for a second]
M... ME? As YOUR emergency contact??? What a frivolous decision! To trust your safety to someone who can't even recall your existence... You're a rather odd person I must say.
[He sat down beside them trying to plan out in his mind how to start wrapping her wounds — completely disregarding the first step which was cleaning the damned wounds —.]
I think it would be better to call her, because I doubt I'll do a good enough job bandaging this whirlwind of cuts you somehow managed to acquire. Give me her number and I'll call once I at least wrap up your arm. Also don't pay any mind to the sheets, there's a storm coming soon anyway; I can get them cleaned.
[They stepped over to their desk and grabbed their phone. Unlocking it before handing it over to pizzaburger-detector.]
Forsaken themed wallpaper/background!
@forsaken-cabin-detector
You hear someone knocking at your door.
[The sudden sound of knocking pulls them out of their trance. They get up from their desk—which looks like it has never had a day of rest— and walks up to the door opening it]
Oh dear we haven't had any visitors for a while, Greetings!
A figure stood in the doorway, hunched over in a mix of pain and embarrassment, a bloodied bandage was tied around their right arm and various cuts scattered over their body. She gave a sheepish wave as the door opened. Her hair was a clash of red and blue as a drop of blood drips from her bangs/fringe (whatever the fuck you want to call it)
“Hey… remember me..?”
[He looked at her with concern yet not a hint of familiarity]
GOODNESS! Are you alright?! I'm very sorry, but I fail to recognize you... Even so, please enter in! I must treat your wounds.
[She offered her hand to the injured detector. Her eyes focused on the other, analyzing their cuts and bleeding. It was as if they opened a wikihow in their mind trying to assess how to even treat this—can they even remember how? or even if they had the items?—]
She looked a little let down as she heard the words come out the detector’s mouth, let out a breathless chuckle and spoke, "That okay can't blame you it has been 10 years..", Pizzaburger detector looked at the outreached hand and took with her uninjured hand.
[They gently assisted her into the old creaking cabin and lead her to sit on the bed—which seemed like it had barely even qualified as a mattress.]
Please friend, sit as I look for something we could use to treat your wounds.
[He walked over to the drawers—some glazed in dust like they haven't been visited in years— and started searching through them.]
How does one even get injured so badly in THIS area? In the short memory I have, I cannot recall ANYTHING here that could cause your scars. I doubt the soft foliage can do that... And there aren't any signs of hostile life anywhere near... Please do enlighten me
They watched cabin detector search through their drawers, her tail swishing softly next to her. "It's.. not from anything, actually someo...", her voice trails off as she registers her words, "...It's, uh work related..?"
"It wasn't even in this area, you just happened to be the first person I thought of that wasn't an hour away", they chuckled nervously as they fiddled with their blood stained fingers spreading blood that has yet to dry onto her palms and wrists.
[Miraculously she found some old bandages that were a bit worn out, but they could do the trick. She grabbed the bandages and headed over to the bloody mess on her bed]
Work-related? Must be some CRAZY things your boss makes you do jeez... Aren't you supposed to uh... what was the word...
[They snapped their fingers trying to recall]
Ah! Emergency contact! Aren't you supposed to call your emergency contact for that? Also do you maybe... Remember what you're supposed to do when treating wounds...? I feel like there might've been a step I'm forgetting.
[He played around with the bandages in his hand trying to recall something that maybe was just never there. Was he ever even taught how to treat wounds before? Not like he would remember.]
You hear someone knocking at your door.
[The sudden sound of knocking pulls them out of their trance. They get up from their desk—which looks like it has never had a day of rest— and walks up to the door opening it]
Oh dear we haven't had any visitors for a while, Greetings!
A figure stood in the doorway, hunched over in a mix of pain and embarrassment, a bloodied bandage was tied around their right arm and various cuts scattered over their body. She gave a sheepish wave as the door opened. Her hair was a clash of red and blue as a drop of blood drips from her bangs/fringe (whatever the fuck you want to call it)
“Hey… remember me..?”
[He looked at her with concern yet not a hint of familiarity]
GOODNESS! Are you alright?! I'm very sorry, but I fail to recognize you... Even so, please enter in! I must treat your wounds.
[She offered her hand to the injured detector. Her eyes focused on the other, analyzing their cuts and bleeding. It was as if they opened a wikihow in their mind trying to assess how to even treat this—can they even remember how? or even if they had the items?—]
She looked a little let down as she heard the words come out the detector’s mouth, let out a breathless chuckle and spoke, "That okay can't blame you it has been 10 years..", Pizzaburger detector looked at the outreached hand and took with her uninjured hand.
[They gently assisted her into the old creaking cabin and lead her to sit on the bed—which seemed like it had barely even qualified as a mattress.]
Please friend, sit as I look for something we could use to treat your wounds.
[He walked over to the drawers—some glazed in dust like they haven't been visited in years— and started searching through them.]
How does one even get injured so badly in THIS area? In the short memory I have, I cannot recall ANYTHING here that could cause your scars. I doubt the soft foliage can do that... And there aren't any signs of hostile life anywhere near... Please do enlighten me
