You know the game Date Everything? The one you have to date almost everything? How about a forsaken AU of that? (Make it a yandere au too-)
(HELP ME)
So... Dussekar can be a pumpkin decor, Elliot can be an apron, 007n7 can be a tablet, Builderman = Construction hat, Azure can be a broken flower pot... the others idk, you could help me with the others ig.
butterfly debug!au - forsaken x isekai!reader
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a/n; prologue prologue 👅👅
“YES! FINALLYY!!” you yelp, arms thrown up in victory as you stretch out your aching back. sore in places you didn’t know could be sore.
“i finished grinding for john!!” you laugh maniacally, only to cough halfway through like karma couldn’t wait.
“this stupid dough i hate,” you mutter with playful irritation, popping open your inventory. what greets you is pure eye candy: john doe - milestone iv.
the only thing worth complaining about? still no card render. not that it matters much. you’re already equipping the skin.
... and it immediately does a spectacular job at disappointing you.
“is it just me or does john look like a coal from minecraft” the thought sticks with you throughout the entire round. sure, the corruption’s done its job inside out. but.. couldn’t he at least look a little less, y’know... punchable?
still, you’ve come too far to let one underwhelming skin drag down your accomplishment. all killers? nearly maxed. just one last grind.
1x1x1x1 - level 46.
you exhale sharply. 1x’s milestone iv sits at the far end of a painfully slow crawl. and with their molasses-paced movement, you barely touch them unless absolutely necessary.
tonight? nah. the grind can wait.
your laptop clicks shut, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet of your room. you slide it into your bag with care, flick off the lights, and let the moonlight spill across your skin like a soft, knowing whisper.
you melt into the mattress, limbs heavy and warm. tired, but in a good way.
maybe tomorrow you’ll feel a spark of motivation again. for now, sleep feels like a reward well-earned.
....
...
..
.
DID YOU LOCK THE DOOR?
CAN YOU FEEL ME WATCHING?
DO YOU CALL THIS YOUR HOME?
I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.
YOU WILL JOIN US SOON.
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..
.
you’re dozing off, sore from hours of grinding, unaware that tonight isn’t just any night. something’s shifting.
a glitch - if you can even call it that - forms around your laptop, right where your bag rests. it pulses, expands. slow at first, then all at once. within seconds, it swallows the bag whole.
what’s left is a pitch-black void, absorbing light like it was designed to erase.
meanwhile, your body’s trapped in a nightmare - the worst kind. chaos that doesn’t follow rules. red and black stripes slash across every corner like static gone mad. no matter how hard you try to run, hide, escape - nothing works. it’s loud, disorienting and awfully wrong.
back in reality, the distortion spreads. not touching but affecting. your body jitters, pixels glitching where flesh should be. strange particles orbit you, incoherent and sharp. the binary code, 01, flashes across your skin
does it hurt?
yes.
a lot.
..
.
NO NEED TO STRUGGLE.
IT’S ALMOST OVER.
JUST ONE STEP CLOSER.
..
.
LET IT STOP.
you lurch upward like you’ve just surfaced from drowning. your arms instinctively clutch at themselves, searching for pain that’s no longer there. the burning sensation, gone. just skin now, cold and trembling. but there’s something worse missing.
your room. vanished. no bed, no desk, no shelves stacked with books borrowed from friends. no green plants waiting for their daily watering.
all erased.
WHAT IS HAPPENING??
you don’t say it aloud. not like you can anymore. each try strains your throat to the point of pain, but not even a whisper comes out. has something muted you?
your soul must’ve slipped out and left without sending a postcard. your spine? frosted with dread. that chill - it’s vicious. familiar, but far crueler.
you died. mentally, at least.
because this world you’re in? it’s no longer earth anymore.
IT’S FUCKING ROBLOX.
ROBLOX, THE ONE MADE BY DAVID BASZUCKI THAT YOU JUST PLAYED LAST NIGHT.
now your thoughts are screaming louder than your breath. you’re center stage, spotlighted - no crowd, no eyes, but the pressure is suffocating.
PLEASE LET THIS BE A FEVER DREAM.
your head pulses, heartbeat forgets its job for a few seconds.
it’s too much. everything is too much. the way reality throws itself at you like it’s assigning you a role you never auditioned for.
you glance at your palms, or what remains of them. blocky. shaking. so wrong.
your fingers trace your face. no nose. no mouth. no ears. just a flat surface.
DEEP BREATH.
deep breath.
in and out.
okay. panic won’t help. not now.
this is shocking. terrifying, even. but screaming and clawing for the idea that this might just be a fever dream won’t make it stop. you’re here. wherever here is.
your arms are still trembling, but at least you’re not convulsing anymore. that’s a win, somehow.
first thing’s first: you’re in roblox. which can only mean one thing - you’ve dropped into one of its experiences.
and that thought alone makes your blood run cold.
because normally, if this is some twisted form of isekai, you’d land inside the last game you played.
before the panic claws its way back up, your mind manages to stay functional. you scan the room: no dark forest, no cursed cabin, no familiar maps. that’s a relief.
not forsaken then. probably.
you inch forward, eyes landing on a window across the room. slowly, you shuffle over, each step heavier than the last. you tug the curtain aside.
what greets you is unsettling in its normalcy.
a quiet street stretches ahead, flanked by sleepy trees and a row of modest shops that blend into the background like scenery meant to be ignored.
but then you see it. standing out like a memory caught in bright neon.
Not my art! Unfortunately I don’t know who the artist is :(
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ You were the first person to smile at him.
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Not out of pity, but a genuine kind smile.
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ You’ve heard all the stories, you knew his past, you knew that he was an outcast.. but you didn’t seem to care.
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 007n7 was shocked by your hospitality. After all, he was so used to being shunned and ignored. Treated coldly by almost every other survivor. Yet you, always treated with respect.
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Small greetings, the usual “hi,” and “hello”s. You asked him how he was doing, if he was alright, if he needed anything. You had conversations with him, pleasant ones. 007n7 always left with a smile on his face after speaking with you.
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ More often than not, the other survivors would look at you funny. They were confused on why you were growing so close to the ex-exploiter. “Because he’s changed.. I don’t get why you don’t see that.” You reply after getting questioned by Shedletsky.
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ “Why are you so kind to me..?” 007n7 asks you, a slight shake in his voice. A curious expression placed on his face. You simply gaze at him, something that made his heart beat a lot more faster. “You’re kind.” You say, leaning over the bars of the cabin’s balcony. “I think you deserve to be treated the same way.” Your words struck a chord, somewhere deep within his heart. He stands next to you, a smile present on his face. You then take a step to the side, now a little closer to him. Slowly, you rest your head on his shoulder. He stops, hesitates. Before he relaxes, returning the gesture to rest his head upon yours.
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ You recall trying to make 007n7’s reputation better. Did it work? Eh, 50/50. You’re that Elliot won’t ever change his mind, so you left him be. 007n7 did appreciate your efforts, but tried to say you didn’t have to do that for him. You didn’t budge. He let out a soft sigh.
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ It’s incredibly easy to fluster him, after all.. this man is very much touch starved. Any amount of affection you give him makes him want to sob. One time he literally did, and you just held him until his last tear drop.. probably a little longer as well. From that day on daily hugs were significant.
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ If you flirt he malfunctions. Red face, shocked expression, mouth agape, and possibly trembling if you continue. He’s not used to it, like he’s not used to affection since he’s been deprived of it for so long.
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ I feel like he would absolutely adore cuddles too. It doesn’t matter if you’re the big spoon or the little spoon, he’d just love to be held by you or hold you.
⋆౨ৎ˚ 🍔 ˚⟡˖ ࣪ If you two were in a relationship before forsaken, c00lkidd would definitely see you as a mom or an other parent. You’d probably help 007n7 raise him too! You’d three be a big happy family.
Haii, I love your work sm, I figured I would put a request in.
How about some 007n7 x Reader; but the n7 BEFORE C00lkidd, so he's still an asshole, just with a soft spot for reader.
I don't mind you choosing what happens in the fic, I'll read regardless!
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⠀ ִ ࣪ ׅ 𐔌ㅤ GHOST LINES
01. | 007N7 X READER
WARNING : Mild Language , Mentions of hacking/exploitation , Light romantic tension
*coughcpugh* Im back *cough*
The buzz of old neon signs flickered through the window, bleeding cyan light across the floorboards of your hideout. Wires coiled like vines across the tile, tangling under terminals, monitors, and one ancient vending machine that only dispensed off-brand Bloxy soda. The air smelled faintly of burning dust and overheating GPUs.
A voice broke the quiet.
“You left your SSH open again.”
You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
“Was busy frying an exploit. You gonna scold me or help?” you asked without flinching, eyes still fixed on the lines of code spilling across your monitor.
Behind you, 007n7 gave a quiet snort.
He always sounded bored. Even when he wasn’t. “You’re lucky it was me who noticed. Some brat running Synapse X could’ve stripped your kernel bare.”
You spun in your chair with a grin. “Mmhm. But it wasn’t. It was you.”
007n7 stood with one hand in his hoodie pocket, the other holding his ancient flip phone. The Burger Bob hat sat crooked on his head, his eyes half-lidded under the noob mask, though you could tell he was watching you. Observing you. Like he always did.
He wasn’t smiling. He never smiled. But something flickered in his expression—disapproval wrapped in something softer. He walked over, booting your second rig with the toe of his shoe and sinking into the chair beside it.
“Show me what you’re working on.”
You tapped your terminal. “Builderman’s firewall. It’s thicker than usual. Someone must’ve spooked the board.”
007n7 leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “You using the proxy relay we built last week?”
You nodded. “Triple masked. It’s clean.”
He exhaled and nodded, then paused. His voice dipped lower. “Don’t tell anyone you’re targeting Builderman.”
You quirked a brow. “Why?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Then: “Because I said so.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t push. This was how he was—rough edges, cryptic mutterings, half warnings wrapped in an almost unnoticeable kind of care. You’d known him long enough to read between the lines.
You tapped a few more keys and the wall of code shifted, revealing a deeper backend. You glanced at him. “You in?”
He smirked—not a real smile, but a ghost of one. “I’m always in.”
You worked in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the hum of your hardware and the soft, electronic tics of keys being pressed in tandem. It was strange, the way you two clicked. You were different—loud, a little reckless, gleeful in your chaos. He was cautious. Cold. Detached, except when it came to you.
“You ever wonder why you’re still doing this?” he asked suddenly.
You froze. “Doing what? Hacking?”
He tilted his head. “Being here. With me.”
There it was again. That hint of vulnerability buried deep beneath his aloof facade. You stared at him, surprised.
“You say that like you don’t want me around,” you replied, slowly.
He didn’t meet your eyes. “You could’ve joined the Cleaners. Or run with NovaNet. You’re good enough. Better, maybe.”
You leaned back in your chair, watching the light from the monitors flicker across his face. “You think I stayed because of clout?”
He finally looked at you.
You weren’t sure if it was sadness or regret flickering there—just that it was honest. Rare.
“I think you stayed because you’re reckless. And I don’t want that getting you killed.”
You stood and stepped toward him, narrowing the space between you.
“And maybe I stayed because you look out for me. Even if you pretend not to.”
He flinched—barely, but you noticed. “I don’t care.”
You grinned. “Liar.”
He clicked his tongue and turned away, muttering, “I could drop you off the server right now.”
You laughed and leaned in closer. “But you won’t.”
The two of you stared at the screens for a few more minutes. Until suddenly, a low ping echoed from his pocket.
He pulled out the flip phone, eyes narrowing at the screen.
“…Noli’s in trouble.”
You raised a brow. “What kind?”
“The kind that ends with a shadowban and thirty IP traces.”
You whistled. “We better bounce then.”
007n7 didn’t move. He looked at you again—really looked at you.
“…You don’t have to come.”
You stepped past him, grabbing your bag, slotting your USBs into place, slipping your laptop into the case like a sidearm.
“You’re an idiot if you think I’m letting you go alone.”
His fingers twitched, and you could’ve sworn—just for a second—he looked relieved.
You’d seen his reputation. Knew what others whispered. That he was selfish. An asshole. A has-been. That no one could trust him.
But you weren’t “others.”
You were his partner.
And when the lights dimmed and the code began to melt into heat maps and firewall warnings, 007n7 tapped into his lesser c00lgui, and in a shimmer of data, you both vanished from the room in a static pop of corrupted light.
You guys hear that? It's the sound of my original writing plans flying away because I got an AU idea. Mmmmm I love ADHD.
Oh well, this AU should be pretty cool and I hope you'll like it! This isn't a series I'm gonna be solely focusing on like the Eyes series. If yall wanna see more from this AU sooner rather than later, send in an ask.
To Die is to Live
Yandere!Monster!Forsaken x Reader; Yandere!Monster!Block Tales x Reader
Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors
Note: This is an AU heavily based on/directly inspired by Homicipher. @allimili 's CRK x Homicipher AU was also an inspiration (your work is so peak btw, never change). It's also gonna get really dark since it's basically a Homicipher AU of Forsaken and Block Tales.
Furthermore, I wanna say that this MC is akin to another alternate version of the Eyes MC. Teehee.
I love experimenting with my writing :D
And don't worry, I'll still fufill requests. I just wanted to write this. Enjoy!
--☆☆☆☆☆--
You didn't know how you got here.
Your memories felt like a jumbled mess, as if your head had been plucked off your body, shaken around like a maraca, and then placed back on your neck with no cares in the world.
Bruises litered your body, and you tasted something metallic in your mouth, as if you had bit your cheek. But you didn't feel any injuries inside your mouth, so you ignored it after spitting out what looked like normal saliva.
You rubbed your eyes, before your vision cleared a bit and you processed... uh.
You could only describe this place as... a mess. Mold stained the walls, cobwebs nestled in each corner, and stains covered the tile floor. This place felt like what you could only describe as a giant indoor mall as you scanned the area, wondering where you were and what was going on.
You searched in your brain, desperate for any hint of knowledge you weild to help you piece together where you were.
Then you recall the rumors online about an alternate world that can trap others within it if they enter a damaged room with no windows when it rains. You never really believed in them despite all the warnings older folk online gave you about them.
But... what if you got there?
You remember someone attacking you and you desperately fighting them off, before stumbling into a random room in the abandoned mall- soon to be torn down- to try to hide after you...
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...
You don't remember what you did to that person. You can guess they beat you pretty badly, though, and you fled to avoid them killing you or worse, judging from all your wounds and how you've never been someone super strong.
You just stand up, looking for any exit and trying to recall all the information you knew about this place.
A lot of people, around your age at least, called the Other World a copy of the Backrooms. But this place, while giant, wasn't infinite. And there had to be a clear way out.
Of course, no one who went in came out according to the stories, but you could always change that.
You opened the only door and peered out, seeing no signs of life as you stared out into what looked like a giant abandoned mall. Like an alternate, larger, and more warped version of what you walked into to get here. But there were other things too, and made this place feel like a giant mashpit of so many different abandoned and damaged places.
You just walked out and wandered around, regretting that all you had on you was a black raincoat and your usual clothes. You didn't even have an umbrella.
You had no weapons in case there was anything dangerous here. And you were injured and had no clue how to fight. If there were any monsters like this was the Backrooms, you're as good as dead.
And being dead doesn't work well with your goal to go home.
Your feet pad across the dusty and dirty ground, and you look around for anything that seems familiar.
Maybe if you found the exit to the mall, that'd be the exit to this world. Maybe then you'd get home.
You weren't sure. You just hoped. And what more could you do?
You looked around as you went, trying to see anything that caught your attention. You noted what looked like green buds with leaves that you occasionally found nestled in an upper corner, but they didn't seem to special so you didn't pay them too much mind.
You did think you saw one close back into a bud when you looked at it, and you swore there was an eye at its center. You just looked away, not wanting to fuck around with the ominous plant things.
Though, after that, you tried to stay out in the open less. Hanging out near the walls and searching more intently for a weapon while hoping nothing showed up to attack you.
Unfortunately, you weren't that lucky.
A thumping sound approaching made you flinch and duck into an abandoned store-like area while peaking out slightly through the window to see whatever is wandering past.
Whatever it was, it looked like a fucked up human. It wore a hardhat that covered the entirely of its upper face, but you saw blood leaking down from the inside of the hat and staining the gray skin on his face. He seemed to be wearing a gray hoodie of sorts, but the blood that stained it made you uncomfortable.
He seemed to be looking around for something (you had no idea if he could see with no visible eyes) and you noted the hammer he held in one of his hands.
You just stayed still, hoping he would leave as you panicked over the fact there were monsters here. You just stayed quiet, not even daring to breathe.
Then his head turned to look over in your direction, then angled to stare directly at you. You didn't move, didn't breathe. Just stared at where his eyes would be while silently praying to whatever god was out there.
Your prayers were ignored.
Immediately, the creature moved, approaching the glass as it stared down at you, before raising its hammer.
You screamed, turned around, and ran through the store, hearing the shattering of glass behind you as you narrowly avoided the shards from hitting you, weaving through bare clothing racks and through aisles as you desperately sped away.
From the thumps you heard, it was following you. You just fled into the backrooms of the store and scurried into a box the moment you got space between you and the monster.
As you hoped your violent shaking wouldn't disturb the box to not give your location away, you felt tears stinging your eyes as you heard the thumps of the monster get closer happened, some unintelligible noises you didn't understand that sounded like it came from between two different beings, before the thumps faded away.
You didn't dare exit the box. Especially when you heard thumps again, these ones sounding different than the original monster's. Then you heard them pause, and the sound of boxes being opened nearby you.
Your breathing hitched as you quickly tried to bury yourself more in the box and hoped the monster would stay away.
Then some thumps got uncomfortably close, and the box you were in opened.
You stared up at this new monster, and screamed again.
--☆☆☆--
Whatever it was, it was definitely not human. Sure, this one had normal skin and was wearing glasses, but from the spider-like mandibles jutting out from the corners of its lips and the pupil-less and iris-less eyes with two smaller eyes above it, you knew this was a monster.
Its hands- with short claws on the end of each finger- rested on the sides of the box, keeping it open, as the monster stared down at you. Its mouth was open very slightly and you could see the fact it seemed to have stubble and was wearing... a burger-like hat. It also seemed to be wearing a blue sweater of sorts.
Then, another pair of near identical arms- separate from the ones holding the box open- reach into the box and pull your panicking and struggling form out. He held you out in front of him and only winced when you punched him in the head. He didn't seem too mad, though.
He just sighed and used his other pair of arms to pin your own to your sides. You squirmed, hoping he wouldn't eat you before,
"hxd xtjh? hxd dwqjavnm?"
You froze at the weird noises that emerged from his mouth, staring at him in confusion.
"...what?"
He stared at you, before speaking again.
"mxwc dwmnabcjwm. hxd bljanm. r fxwc qdac hxd. hxd bjon."
You stared at him blankly, trying to process whatever he was saying.
"hxd dwmnabcjwm vn? wx?"
You just slowly nodded, not understanding a word.
"...r cnjlq." He suddenly said, before using one of his extra limbs to point at himself, "vn." Then he pointed at you, "hxd."
Was he trying to teach you the language? Was he... friendly?
He repeated the words again and gave you an expectant look.
You hesitantly repeated the words, and he nodded and said them with the motions as if he was trying to get it into your head.
...
You decided to call him Mr. Spider, especially considering how his legs were what you could describe as four spider legs.
And god, you were relieved he wasn't eating you. But he wasn't putting you down either.
You hesitate, before motioning him to set you down. He gives you a confused look before... sitting?
You raise an eyebrow and try to pry yourself away, and he seems to finally process you don't want to be held onto and lets you go.
You back away as he stands up, looming over you. God, he's huge.
But as you start to walk away, he follows. His spidery feet tap against the ground as he easily keeps up with you.
You stare at him, face scrunched up in confusion.
"hxdan bljanm. r yaxcnlc. r oxuuxf jwm yaxcnlc." He casually tells you, staying close.
...you aren't fighting the giant spider man unarmed and when he's twice your size. You don't have a deathwish.
Though, Mr. Spider seemed to want to protect you, and you were not going to complain at all about having a giant man spider thing protecting you if anything else here was super dangerous.
...
"hxd" probably meant "you" and "vn" meant either "me" or "I". You weren't sure. All you knew is apparently this world has a whole different language compared to anything you heard.
And how Mr. Spider seemed more than willing to help teach you some of the language when you didn't understand.
You glance up at him, and he looks back at you with lidded eyes. You point at the shattered window, giving him a confused look.
"frwmxf." He notes, squinting a bit, "kaxtnw frwmxf."
...you're guessing "frwmxf" means window. No clue what "kaztnw" means, though.
As you and he went along, you continued pointing at things so he'd state what they are in his language so you'd understand it better.
It honestly was pretty helpful having a surprisingly friendly monster teaching you the language bit by bit. You didn't expect there to be friendly monsters here... at all. But at least there was Mr. Spider.
...
...
...
Loud stomps suddenly echoed through the halls, and you flinch and look around as Mr. Spider's eyes widen. Quickly, he grabs onto you and drags you close to him, and you see...
...
Oh god.
You stare up at whatever just crept out of the darkness. It's huge, looming over Mr. Spider and completely dwarfing you. It's skin was practically a neon red, with giant and demon-like horns sticking out of his forehead. A red hood and cape that matches it's skin color hangs off its body, and it seems to be emitting a glitch or fire effect of sorts, with visible and external ribs and an uncomfortably wide smile.
Black symbols are inscribed on its chest that you can't understand.
It stares directly at you and Mr. Spider, before making an excited noise and darting closer.
You flinch as it crouches down, it's demon-like tail seeming to wag as it speaks. It's black hands press against the walls, similarly-colored claws digging into the concrete, and you realize this thing is very, very powerful.
"mjm! mjm! hxd vjmn oarnwm?" It asks, it's voice loud and echoing, "mxnb oarnwm fjwc cx yujh? r fjwc cx yujh!"
You shake as it leans in close, intently staring at you. Mr. Spider shields you with his arms, before talking back at the new monster so quickly you can't even hear the words said.
A rapid conversation between the two happens, before the monster makes a happy noise and darts off, before making sounds like it's... counting?
Then Mr. Spider suddenly lifts you up and looks around, before placing you up in a gap in the ceiling and motioning you back into the dusty and dark space.
You have no idea what's happening as you creep back, barely able to see what's going on below you as Mr. Spider suddenly runs out of the room.
It's all quiet for a moment, your mind reeling as you try to process what just happened.
Then the red monster bursts back into the room, loudly giggling and toss around and open everything on the floor, as if... searching for something.
...does it think you're playing Hide and Seek with it?
As you see it throw aside a box and rip it open, you realize that if Mr. Spider didn't hide you up here, you'd probably be dead or injured enough you'd wish you were dead.
You shrink back slightly as the monster looks around before running out of the room, giggling.
...it acts a lot like a giant child. Hm...
You'll call it "Red Child".
You hear more sounds, more crashing and thuds, and eventually, you see Red Child excitedly scamper back into the room, and Mr. Spider follows after him, looking a little winded if not... slightly injured.
Red Child resumes searching for you, before Mr. Spider approaches your hiding space and gently pulls you out.
"oxdwm cqnv." He tells Red Child, who immediately perks up and bounds over.
"(You) qrmn fnuu! yujh jpjrw!" He says, trying to grab you. You flinch, and Mr. Spider thankfully pulls you away.
"fjrc. cqnhan fnjt. kn pnwcun. cqnh qdac njbh." Mr. Spider instructs, as Red Child seems disappointed for a moment before nodding and holding you like you were a misbehaving cat.
You sweat slightly as you stare at this giant, demonic monster child, who opens their mouth and shows rows of razor-sharp teeth. "r urtn hxd. (You) oarnwm."
You just frantically nod, not wanting to die.
"mjm! mjm! ljw fn tnny cqnv?" Red Child asks Mr. Spider, shaking you slightly. "cqnh odw! cqnh ldcn! r urtn!"
Mr. Spider just nods. "hnb."
Okay, judging from the nod that is clearly a version of "yes"...
Red Child makes a series of happy noises, shaking you a bit as they excitedly talk. "oarnwm! oarnwm! (You) bcjh qnan! fn yujh!"
...you're so screwed, aren't you?
--☆☆☆--
Being practically carried throughout the Other World by Red Child, who was fucking huge, while Mr. Spider stayed close was a fucking fever dream. And being brought to what you could only describe as someone who took a large closet and set some things up to make what you figured were makeshift beds with other things scattered about.
Being dropped into what was a mess of random clothes, towels, and even some blankets and pillows stunned you too.
Red Child giggles and begins to point around at thing. He starts with where you're sitting, which is the much larger one of the piles of clothes and other things.
"vh knm." Then he points at the smaller pile (which is still pretty big), "mjm knm."
"mjm"... he uses that word to refer to Mr. Spider. You wonder what it means.
Though, "knm" probably means "bed".
Red Child looks around, before his smile twitches, looking like he wants to frown and... can't.
"mjm!" He calls over to Mr. Spider, who looks up from where he was grabbing some things. "oarnwm mxnbw'c qjen (bed)! fn wnnm (bed) oxa oarnwm!"
What does "oarnwm" mean? It clearly refers to you, though. You're so confused.
"fnuu pnc oarnwm (bed). oxxm orabc." Mr. Spider says, picking up what looks like... uh... a bucket?
"dwmnabcxxm!" Red Child chirps out, "(you) cjtn oarnwm?"
"(You) fjwc (me) cjtn oarnwm?"
"(Yes)! cjtn oarnwm! oarnwm ldarxdb! bnn?" Red Child pokes your cheek, accidentally scraping your cheek slightly with his claw. You don't mention it, just staring blankly ahead. Then Red Child leans in close, tilting his head, "(you) fjwc px?"
You nod slightly, hesitant.
"bnn! oarnwm fjxc px!"
Mr. Spider stares at you, his expression calm, before he nods. Then he approaches you and picks you up, and you squirm a bit as you get carried out, Red Child waving at you until you're brought out and set down on the ground.
Are they... trying to keep you as a pet or something? They were talking about a bed for... you?
You glance up at Mr. Spider, who stares down at you before motioning you to follow him. He starts walking, and you stay still until he's a good bit away, and you book it.
So what if he's friendly? If he's trying to keep you as a pet with Red Child, that's a hell no from you.
You speed through the place, hoping your shoes are enough to muffle the sound of you running as you try your best to lose Mr. Spider as you hear him make a sound of confusion and follow after.
And somehow, you manage to do it.
You collapse on the ground, wheezing and shaking as sweat oozes off your brow and tears sting your eyes. But as the thuds fade away, you figure you're safe.
You sit there, processing everything for a long moment before you hear what sounds like digitized laughter.
"Q4Q4Q4Q4Q4Q4!" You look around in a panic, as the voice continues, "U0U. H0DAN VXA3 BL4A3M CQ4W K1AM."
Your eyes then lock with what looks like some kinda fucked up plant nestled in a corner of the wall, this one unfurled with an eye in the center staring right at you as a venus flytrap-like mouth talks.
As you slow down, shaking and wheezing as you cower in an abandoned bathroom, you flinch as you hear a voice. A different and unfamilar voice.
"yvccf."
You look around, and notice something... glowing in the stalls. Something yellow.
You look around frantically and see a crowbar laying on the floor. You immediately grab it, and hold it in front of you with shaking hands as you approach the stall. You shove it open and look around, holding the crowbar above you as you're ready to swing it and...
...
You don't see anything directly in front of you...
"cffb ufne."
You flinch at the voice again and look all around, looking down and seeing the source of the yellow glow. It's a blue jack-o-lantern emitting a yellow glow, with black antlers, that seem to curl into each other like thorn vines, sticking out of it.
Then it talks.
"yvccf."
You scream and drop the crowbar.
--☆☆☆--
Somehow, despite the language barrier, you were convinced to carry around the pumpkin.
You aren't sure how. It's just when you picked up the crowbar and tried to run the pumpkin started talking loudly and quickly until you picked it up and it calmed down.
And now, you're taking it some place as it sort of teaches you the language.
"(Left)." It instructs you, and you go that way, "(forward)."
You now know "left", "right", "forward", "go back", and "no" in this language due to the instructions you kept getting. You just hoped wherever you were going wasn't a death trap.
...at least you still had the crowbar with you.
As you approached a hallway with a blank front door at the end of it, you hesitated as the pumpkin instructed you to go forward.
In the end though, you go forward and open the door with shaky hands, and you hold your breath.
The room you walk into almost bears a resemblance to a living room, with furniture that looked like it used to be display, and a table littered with...
...
Bones. And a headless, giant, robed body sat nearby.
You freeze as the body stands up suddenly, white arms outstretched towards you as you shove the pumpkin into its hands and back up, fumbling with the door in a panic.
"kyreb pfl, bzeu jkirexvi." The pumpkin tells you as it is placed upon the stump of the body's neck. It uses a hand to hold the pumpkin in place as it walks across the room.
A lump on the couch moves, and a large, humanoid shape sits up. Losely draped on its body is a black cloak of sorts, and you see dozens of yellow and white wings sticking out of its body. Its skin is feathery and yellow, and there's messy brown hair on its head.
It turns to look at you, and you don't see its eyes. But it seems to smile as it lets out a laugh-like sound.
"yr! nyf kyzj tlkv jkirexvi?" It says, and it sits up as it seems to stare at you.
You hate how sweaty your palms are as you try to open the door, too scared to turn your back out of fear one of them will attack.
"ufek befn. kyvp yvcg (me)." The pumpkin man says (you're just gonna call him Mr. Pumpkin), and you see him now holding what looks like a needle. "z evvu yvcg kyivruzex evvucv."
"z xfk zk." A new voice says, as another door in this room opens and...
...that monster wearing the hard hat walks in.
It freezes when it notices you, and you two stare with locked eyes (ignoring his lack of eyes) for too long.
You manage to open the door and stumble out.
"nrzk!" The winged one suddenly says, and quickly gets up. Before you know it, you're picked up and carried back into the room by the winged man. "nyp (you) ileezex? pfliv xfeer xvk vrkve flk kyviv."
You quake as the winged man looks at the one in the hard hat, who's helping Mr. Pumpkin stitch the pumpkin on. "nyrk uzu (you) uf kf jtriv kyvd jf sru?"
The one in the hard hat hums, before speaking. "z jrn kyvd svyzeu (window). z kizvu kf xirs kyvd kf drbv jliv kyvp uzuek uzv, jf z sifbv kyv nzeufn. kyvp jtivrdvu reu ire. kyvp jtriv vrjp."
You squirm as you're unceremoniously dumped on the couch, and the winged man (you're calling him Mr. Bird since he looks like a weird bird) looms over you, smiling as it sounds weirdly cheerful. "ufek sv jtrivu, tlkv! ef fev nzcc vrk (you). (You) jrwv."
Tears drip out of your eyes as Mr. Bird pets you on the head. "grk, grk. ef tipzex, (you) jrwv."
You hum, leaning against the porch of the main cabin’s railings. Watching the others interact with each other. It’s one of those normal times where nothing goes wrong, rounds IT gives are over and there’s nothing else to do. Everyone seems energized and awake. No tired yawn, no distressed look. Even Noob looks like they went through a party with their newly colored side hair.
Footsteps approached from the side, on instinct you looked towards the owner, seeing it’s only Taph. He waves and you return one, albeit awkwardly. Taph seems doesn't mind your presence even after the awkward confession you did in the middle of a chase with the killer behind you two.
He stood next to you and you brought your gaze back to the others, forcing yourself to not think of the confession. Maybe you’re not his type, that’s why he hasn’t responded yet.
Welp another crossed on the list, First was Elliot, next Noob… Third Guest. Now Taph.
You glance to the side just to get a sight of Taph staring at your face, “..What?” Taph’s hands moved in a precise movement, practiced all his life.
“🫵😔, 🫵👌❓" (You seem upset, are you okay?) You nod, a bit quickly before waving your hand up and down.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry ‘bout me.” You put on a smile, watching as Taph’s head tilted before he shrugged and nodded. The two of you look back to the other survivors and watched them.
What they think about you:
Noob
They think you're cool! A great friend really! They just don't understand what's so good about them that makes you like them. Still recovering from the confession.
Elliot
To be honest, he doesn't know how to respond to the confession. In the end he reject your confession because he's unsure to pursue a romantic relationship, especially in a place like this.
Shedletsky
He thinks you're nice and all, a good friend. Nothing more, he can't seem to see you romantically. Plus he's not looking for a relationship, so don't beat yourself to it.
Builderman
He likes you, like a friend. Sadly. Like Shedletsky, he's not looking for a partner, especially the situation him, you, and the others are in.
Dusekkar
He's one to see your desire for a partner till' death. He can't say he's amused, but knowing you have confessed to many gave them a bit distrust feelings about you. Yet he comments not as he observes you. Yes he would reject you. Don't be sad, his reasons are the same as both Shedletsky and Builderman. The situation.
Chance
He catches your flirts and charms before returning them himself. He likes you, seeing you as a playful friend, buddy. He won't know unless you approached first.
Two Time
They does not trust you, They're staying loyal to their ex-lover. Yes they're flattered you took a liking to them, but sorry, they're rejecting.
Guest 1337
Him just showing off his ring. He thinks your nice and all but sorry. Flashes his ring
Taph
he doesn't know how to respond to it, he opted to stay silent so he wont hurt or get your hopes up. He's not ready, not now.
007n7
He thinks you would be a good parent for c00lkid, but he's not yet ready for a partner unless c00lkid is REALLY pushing him. He likes you.
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