Usually I drink. Today I fight.

@m4fios0

archived (forsaken ask blog. formerly fictive ran. read intro

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hi, i mmight continue the event one day, buuutt this bkog is inactive again. sorry for any confusion

orange is ettore, plain text is bernadette (both in text AND actions. it will comment on occasion). blue text in actions is josafá. red text is just normal actions. ok? ok

before you read

as much as i loved running this blog, i dont have the time for it anymore- nor do i have the energy or motivation to continue it outside of personal/indulgent use. ettore is officially removed from forsaken ! all asks, if any, will take place back at the dying mall (frozen soul/dream game). asks are still welcome, but there's no guarantee they'll get answered. i'll still post art i made of ettore + blogsaken on here. :-)

#– walkspeed overdrive!#– you won't live to see the next day.#– just shut up and ragequit.#– i love knocking out teeth.#//#ask blog #forsaken #forsaken roblox #mafioso #mafioso forsaken #homicidalporkchops #roblox forsaken #forsaken mafioso #Spotify

this made me laugh. yeah sure man. just for you

#mod post:: ivan #this is the only ask i've seen to this blog i n so long im audibly. laughing ? ? ? ?#anon . anon. ettore is chance's adoptive dad. im fucking crying

you are the youngest person ever! guys thisblog is a year old howwe feelin

Can I bring Mac and cheese to your birthday party

youre gonna be publicly excecuted

you are the youngest person ever! guys thisblog is a year old howwe feelin

#thisis a scheduled post because otherwise id forget and miss it by a week #homicidalporkchops #mafioso forsaken #ask blog #forsaken #forsaken roblox #mafioso #fictive blog #roblox forsaken #mod post: eden

@thedivided . i will respond to things sometime tomorrow. trust me

pizza-party-support

> [ ♟️ . @m4fios0 : ]

[ someone familiar, that's what ettore needed. someone who actually knew him. he wielded his sword as he navigated through the vaguely familiar trees, attempting to find the mock-up pizza place.

he'd find the mansion later– now, all he wanted was to make sure his kids were safe and okay. at least, the safest you could be in this hell. ]

-> That mockery of Robloxia's most beloved family-owned pizzeria was just in the distance, not too much further and the mafia boss would set foot into territory he would've known. -> And as if some god was being kind to the mafia boss, Elliot was there, because why wouldn't he? This place resembled his home, somewhere familiar, comfortable, but torn into shreds. -> He wasn't in the building tho, just seated on the hood of one of the broken down delivery cars.

> [ picking up his pace, he waved with his free hand towards the car elliot sat on. ]

♟️ : “ hey ! hey els ! ”

> [ thank josafá elliot wasn't out with his group. ettore didn't feel like hunting anyone down. ]

pizza-party-support

"Dad-!" -> He perked up immediately and slid off of the hood, hurrying over to the mafia boss and smiling brightly. "Dad!"

> [ just about sprinting, he discarded his sword to open his arms, wrapping them tightly around the supporter. ]

“ Ellie !! ”

pizza-party-support

"Dad-" -> He hugs onto the mafia boss tightly, gripping onto the back of the other's jacket tightly. He sniffled, burying his face into the other's shoulder happily. "I missed you-"

“ I missed y'too ,kid. are y'alright? did anythin' happen? are y'hurt at all? ”

> [ He pulled back from the hug just enough to glance at him, before tugging him back into a tight hug. ]

pizza-party-support

"I'm fine- Relatively!" -> He giggles and lets him be pulled back into the hug, cuddling himself up into the other's warmth, his other father's embrace. This felt good, this felt safe. "I've- I've just been here or with my group..."

“ thank josafá– i was worried about y'and th'others. hhah, th'soldiers kept askin'm if you'd gotten sent back when i had. ”

> [ ddaaamnnit , he hadn't even considered the soldiers. they hadn't been sent back with him. ]

“ they're not with'm, but they're safe at the base i believe. i checked with y'er dad, he misses y'a lot. ”

pizza-party-support

"Dad..." -> He frowned a little at the mention of his birth father. He's happy to know he's okay, that he's alive and well, that he misses him, but his heart hurt a little. "I... Did you see mom? Or Mia?" -> He shook his head, perking up at the mention of the soldiers. Oh, he missed Lucy a lot. "I hope they are safe... I miss Lucy."

“ I didn't see Mia or y'er ma, sadly. I was short on time when I visited, an' I'm pretty sure y'er dad may have been th'only one at the pizzeria when I showed up.

I do too, kid. Last I saw of them, they were all in th'mall, I believe? That or most were on post. ”

pizza-party-support

"Oh..." -> He didn't like the idea that the mafia boss couldn't find his mother or sister, but he decided to just push those worries aside for now. He'll worry about it later. "I'm just- Really glad that you're here... Well- I'm not glad you're back in this hell, but I'm glad that you're here with me- I mean- You know!!!"

“ yeah, i get what y'mean. don' worry. m'glad i get'ta see y' again - it's been too long.

has there been any new survivors ? i haven't heard of any new missing people cases, so I'd assume not. hope not, at least. ”

#S.SORRY STUFF HAPPENED #putting everything in . a queue 🥹#– i love knocking out teeth.#event / clean slate #– damned healer.

' ' Good afternoon. I am currently struggling to cook this fucking owl. ' '

-@tenmoussnowflake [this is the best thing to send i could think of ]

♟️ : “ I'm ? ”

> [ he only stares for a solid few seconds, not sure how to go about the situation. he takes a slow step back. an owl shouldn't be that hard of a kill? ]

“ I , wish y'luck with th'owl. break th'neck if y'can? m'pretty sure that's th'cleanest way'ta do it. ”

tenmoussnowflake

' ' I lost. ' '

' ' I lost against a fucking owl. ' '

“ . . . M'condolences, then. I'm - hah - sorry'ta hear 'bout y'er loss. Maybe next time you'll kil l it. Second tim es the charm, right? ”

tenmoussnowflake

' ' . I heard that. ' '

“ iii think y'er i maginin' things. y'should get that checked. i'd imagine that can't be v ery good for y'er health. ”

#FYM 'hah' !!!!!!/silly #< you knowEZACTLY whati mena !!!!!!!!#– i love knocking out teeth.#event / clean slate

wires-for-veins

> [ ♟️ . @m4fios0 ; hey man guess who ]

> [ if ettore was being completely honest, he had no clue where apollo stayed. hell, he didn't even know which team star normally stayed with.

didn't stop him though!

he carefully navigated through the trees, trying to find the main cabin. that's where most people grouped, right? ]

> [ Around the outskirts of the main camp , Apollo has made an effort to get out and at least stretch his legs a little. It's been getting more difficult to move around as much as before. He doesn't think about it anymore past that. ]

> [ The nearby sounds of footsteps catch his attention pretty quickly . He's startled , but he doesn't feel far enough from the main settlement to be actually worried , just curious . ]

,, ? 's someone there ?

> [ apollo ! at least , he hoped it was . hard to tell voices apart. ]

♟️ :: “ 'pollo? that y'? ”

> [ his hand hovered over his sword , just in case ! precaution . couldn't afford to die again. ]

#– i love knocking out teeth.#event / clean slate #– you have a new plant fact?#<- guy who answers things at a normal time ))#-> guy who does not answer things. at a time

hi dude so uh i think i js gave a french magician a stick and now he's killing everyone who didnt like his show(/ref/j) what do i do

♟️ :: “ I'm – I don' know, ?? don' get y'erself killed tryin'ta stop 'em, though. ? ? ? jus– maybe keep a safe distance from 'em. give 'em time'ta calm down. ”

> [ as if that'd ever done anything. ]

#– i see one of them.#event / clean slate #homicidalporkchops #mafioso forsaken #ask blog #forsaken #forsaken roblox #mafioso #fictive blog #roblox forsaken

' ' Good afternoon. I am currently struggling to cook this fucking owl. ' '

-@tenmoussnowflake [this is the best thing to send i could think of ]

♟️ : “ I'm ? ”

> [ he only stares for a solid few seconds, not sure how to go about the situation. he takes a slow step back. an owl shouldn't be that hard of a kill? ]

“ I , wish y'luck with th'owl. break th'neck if y'can? m'pretty sure that's th'cleanest way'ta do it. ”

tenmoussnowflake

' ' I lost. ' '

' ' I lost against a fucking owl. ' '

“ . . . M'condolences, then. I'm - hah - sorry'ta hear 'bout y'er loss. Maybe next time you'll kil l it. Second tim es the charm, right? ”

#– i love knocking out teeth.#event / clean slate

hi ok send asks. i am queueing things

#mod post #homicidalporkchops #mafioso forsaken #forsaken roblox #forsaken

theworldsgreatestgambler

> [ smiles so evilly. hi. 🐇 . @m4fios0 : ]

> [ Ettore ran as fast as he could to where he remembered the survivors' cabins being. Despite being gone for a while, the memories still felt fresh in his mind. Hard to shake off. He stumbled through the trees, not bothering to cover his footsteps. Needed to find Pawn. Make sure he was okay. Make sure they didn't think Ettore killed him without reason. ]

[*Numbly, he stirs a pot of boiling water. Desperately he tries to bring himself back to his senses... Reconnect with his old confidence before the --------- Some way to regain his poker face.*]

> [ he could only hope it was the right cabin.

carefully going up the stairs, he knocked at the door, more hesitantly than he'd like to admit. what if his plan hadn't worked? what if it was still pawn? what if -

he stood up straight, shaking himself off in a poor attempt to seem presentable. he could hope. ]

theworldsgreatestgambler

[*He jumps, wincing slightly when a small dot of water lands on the back of his hand. Holding it up to their mouth, they run to the door to peek through it before dropping his shoulders. He cant believe what hes seeing.*]

"D- wha.. H? E-? Wh?"

[*He can barely form the words.*]

"Ettore?"

[*They dont know whether or not to hug him, or just keep their distance. Its.. Him. Without any strings, without any danger, without any god.*]

“ You- ”

> [ he pointed a finger at him, ]

“ Y'er you. right. Y'er actually you. Y'er not- whatever that was , right . I need t'know first and foremost. Please say y'er you, ”

> [ he seems just as conflicted; he doesn't know if it's safe or not. josafá, he prayed it was safe. the thought of killing them again didn't feel right in any circumstance . ]

theworldsgreatestgambler

[*His hand slides down the side of the door, he pulls it open slightly more and stands there dumbly. Fiddling with their hands.*]

"Not.. The parasite- I know."

"... I- yeah. Yeah- gee Ettore yeah its me.."

[*They stumble forward and fall into his chest, tears fall uncontrollably from his eyes. It feels like forever since hes had the presence of comfort.. Especially after everything that's happened.*]

> [ his arms immediately wrapped around chance, careful not to hurt him - just in case something else had happened . ]

“ m'sorry about what happened– i , didn't thinkthere was another way. ”

> [ he ignored the tears welling up in his own eyes. ! unimportant right now !

pulling back just slightly, he moved his hands to either side of their shoulders, quickly looking him over. ]

“ are- are y'okay? did anything else happen? are y'feelin fine? is It gone? entirely? ”

theworldsgreatestgambler

[*His eyes welles with tears, and slowly he tightened his grip around Ettore.*]

"Ii- i don' blame ya I-"

[*He let out a shaky breath. Was it gone? Thats a loaded question... Somehow it felt like a part of it was still there. Not that it was influencing him, but the damage it left is still here. No matter how hard he tries to cover it all up.*]

"... Yeah.. I- it aint comin' back."

> [ he tightened his own grip as well. thank josafá it wasn't all for nothing- thank josafá it actually worked. ]

“ thank everythin'. i was ,so worried it hadn't done anythin'. i was- scared i wouldn't be able to come back, honestly, . ”

> [ he paused a moment. ]

“ this is, gonna be. a really stupid question. but- hhah, do you have ,m' sword. i didn't get back to th'dreamsphere with it. ”

theworldsgreatestgambler

[*He lets himself relax, arms drooping slightly... but pauses when they hear the next question.*]

"Well- yeah.. Actually. I do."

[*They step away from Ettore, bringing a hand to his own eye to wipe the tears away. He motions for Ettore to come inside, bringing him over to a spot over the fireplace that houses a sword.*]

"I ain't get the time 'ta pretty it up yet but.. It.. Ahuh- hheh. It was meant'ta be a memorial."

> [ trailing behind, he stared at the mounted sword for a moment. ]

“ That's – that may be for the better, actually. You can keep it if you'd like. I have other swords that probably aren't as.. worn down. ”

> [ he squinted at the sword, glancing over at Chance. ashamedly still skeptical of whether or not pawn was still 'present.' ]

“ And ones that probably don't have that many. memories? tied to them. ”

theworldsgreatestgambler

[*His eyes darted between the sword and Ettore*]

"Mm... I can always help 'ya get a new one.... if ya want."

[*He notices the glance.. Tilting his head*]

"Memories?"

“ Th' . jus'. everythin' that happened? It was a lot, i think it'd be better'ta try an' leave [ It ] behind. m'not very enthusiastic about thinkin' on it. ”

> [ he shrugged. probably not the best topic to speak of right now. find out later. ]

“ anyways, it's allright. m'pretty sure there's still s ome left behind at yorick's- i jus' g otta check. ”

#– i see one of them.#event / clean slate #homicidalporkchops #mafioso forsaken #ask blog #forsaken #forsaken roblox #mafioso #fictive blog #roblox forsaken #– your gun is jammed.

sorry for the sudden inactivity, the blog will be updated soon

#mod post #thinfs are! happening but its whatever. give me a few more days

I. I COULDNT SEE THE ASK BUTTON IVE BEEN WAITING AROUND GOING ‘wish they’d open asks sigh’ NOT SEEING THE BUTTON RIGHT IN FROnt OF ME 😢😢😢😢

Anyways . I am the new Mac and cheese wizard. Assistant no more. I can now summon natural disasters made of macaroni… watch out…

♟️ : “ first of all, fair. i probably would've missed it too. Second of all, congrats on your promotion. Third of all, ggeeett away from me. No. shoo. I will find a spray bottle or somethin'. I'm not even jokin', I will do it. ”

I’m not a fucking CAT bruh I am a giant dog thang… a spray bottle won’t DO ANYTHING… unless you like spray it on the floor until it’s slippery. But that would take a lot. And also you’d just be inconveniencing yourself as well

“ I mean, ya'd be surprised. Plus, I could jus', leave. It's not tha t hard'ta avoid a few puddles, don'tya t hink?

Plus, I've used th'bottle on. A lot of p eople. It ! actually works better than ya'd expect. Better than I did, at least. ”

#– i love knocking out teeth.#event / clean slate #homicidalporkchops #mafioso forsaken #ask blog #forsaken #forsaken roblox #mafioso #fictive blog #roblox forsaken

' ' Good afternoon. I am currently struggling to cook this fucking owl. ' '

-@tenmoussnowflake [this is the best thing to send i could think of ]

♟️ : “ I'm ? ”

> [ he only stares for a solid few seconds, not sure how to go about the situation. he takes a slow step back. an owl shouldn't be that hard of a kill? ]

“ I , wish y'luck with th'owl. break th'neck if y'can? m'pretty sure that's th'cleanest way'ta do it. ”

#event / clean slate #– i see one of them.#homicidalporkchops #mafioso forsaken #ask blog #forsaken #forsaken roblox #mafioso #fictive blog #roblox forsaken

theworldsgreatestgambler

> [ smiles so evilly. hi. 🐇 . @m4fios0 : ]

> [ Ettore ran as fast as he could to where he remembered the survivors' cabins being. Despite being gone for a while, the memories still felt fresh in his mind. Hard to shake off. He stumbled through the trees, not bothering to cover his footsteps. Needed to find Pawn. Make sure he was okay. Make sure they didn't think Ettore killed him without reason. ]

[*Numbly, he stirs a pot of boiling water. Desperately he tries to bring himself back to his senses... Reconnect with his old confidence before the --------- Some way to regain his poker face.*]

> [ he could only hope it was the right cabin.

carefully going up the stairs, he knocked at the door, more hesitantly than he'd like to admit. what if his plan hadn't worked? what if it was still pawn? what if -

he stood up straight, shaking himself off in a poor attempt to seem presentable. he could hope. ]

theworldsgreatestgambler

[*He jumps, wincing slightly when a small dot of water lands on the back of his hand. Holding it up to their mouth, they run to the door to peek through it before dropping his shoulders. He cant believe what hes seeing.*]

"D- wha.. H? E-? Wh?"

[*He can barely form the words.*]

"Ettore?"

[*They dont know whether or not to hug him, or just keep their distance. Its.. Him. Without any strings, without any danger, without any god.*]

“ You- ”

> [ he pointed a finger at him, ]

“ Y'er you. right. Y'er actually you. Y'er not- whatever that was , right . I need t'know first and foremost. Please say y'er you, ”

> [ he seems just as conflicted; he doesn't know if it's safe or not. josafá, he prayed it was safe. the thought of killing them again didn't feel right in any circumstance . ]

theworldsgreatestgambler

[*His hand slides down the side of the door, he pulls it open slightly more and stands there dumbly. Fiddling with their hands.*]

"Not.. The parasite- I know."

"... I- yeah. Yeah- gee Ettore yeah its me.."

[*They stumble forward and fall into his chest, tears fall uncontrollably from his eyes. It feels like forever since hes had the presence of comfort.. Especially after everything that's happened.*]

> [ his arms immediately wrapped around chance, careful not to hurt him - just in case something else had happened . ]

“ m'sorry about what happened– i , didn't thinkthere was another way. ”

> [ he ignored the tears welling up in his own eyes. ! unimportant right now !

pulling back just slightly, he moved his hands to either side of their shoulders, quickly looking him over. ]

“ are- are y'okay? did anything else happen? are y'feelin fine? is It gone? entirely? ”

theworldsgreatestgambler

[*His eyes welles with tears, and slowly he tightened his grip around Ettore.*]

"Ii- i don' blame ya I-"

[*He let out a shaky breath. Was it gone? Thats a loaded question... Somehow it felt like a part of it was still there. Not that it was influencing him, but the damage it left is still here. No matter how hard he tries to cover it all up.*]

"... Yeah.. I- it aint comin' back."

> [ he tightened his own grip as well. thank josafá it wasn't all for nothing- thank josafá it actually worked. ]

“ thank everythin'. i was ,so worried it hadn't done anythin'. i was- scared i wouldn't be able to come back, honestly, . ”

> [ he paused a moment. ]

“ this is, gonna be. a really stupid question. but- hhah, do you have ,m' sword. i didn't get back to th'dreamsphere with it. ”

theworldsgreatestgambler

[*He lets himself relax, arms drooping slightly... but pauses when they hear the next question.*]

"Well- yeah.. Actually. I do."

[*They step away from Ettore, bringing a hand to his own eye to wipe the tears away. He motions for Ettore to come inside, bringing him over to a spot over the fireplace that houses a sword.*]

"I ain't get the time 'ta pretty it up yet but.. It.. Ahuh- hheh. It was meant'ta be a memorial."

> [ trailing behind, he stared at the mounted sword for a moment. ]

“ That's – that may be for the better, actually. You can keep it if you'd like. I have other swords that probably aren't as.. worn down. ”

> [ he squinted at the sword, glancing over at Chance. ashamedly still skeptical of whether or not pawn was still 'present.' ]

“ And ones that probably don't have that many. memories? tied to them. ”

#– i love knocking out teeth.#event / clean slate #– your gun is jammed.

pizza-party-support

> [ ♟️ . @m4fios0 : ]

[ someone familiar, that's what ettore needed. someone who actually knew him. he wielded his sword as he navigated through the vaguely familiar trees, attempting to find the mock-up pizza place.

he'd find the mansion later– now, all he wanted was to make sure his kids were safe and okay. at least, the safest you could be in this hell. ]

-> That mockery of Robloxia's most beloved family-owned pizzeria was just in the distance, not too much further and the mafia boss would set foot into territory he would've known. -> And as if some god was being kind to the mafia boss, Elliot was there, because why wouldn't he? This place resembled his home, somewhere familiar, comfortable, but torn into shreds. -> He wasn't in the building tho, just seated on the hood of one of the broken down delivery cars.

> [ picking up his pace, he waved with his free hand towards the car elliot sat on. ]

♟️ : “ hey ! hey els ! ”

> [ thank josafá elliot wasn't out with his group. ettore didn't feel like hunting anyone down. ]

pizza-party-support

"Dad-!" -> He perked up immediately and slid off of the hood, hurrying over to the mafia boss and smiling brightly. "Dad!"

> [ just about sprinting, he discarded his sword to open his arms, wrapping them tightly around the supporter. ]

“ Ellie !! ”

pizza-party-support

"Dad-" -> He hugs onto the mafia boss tightly, gripping onto the back of the other's jacket tightly. He sniffled, burying his face into the other's shoulder happily. "I missed you-"

“ I missed y'too ,kid. are y'alright? did anythin' happen? are y'hurt at all? ”

> [ He pulled back from the hug just enough to glance at him, before tugging him back into a tight hug. ]

pizza-party-support

"I'm fine- Relatively!" -> He giggles and lets him be pulled back into the hug, cuddling himself up into the other's warmth, his other father's embrace. This felt good, this felt safe. "I've- I've just been here or with my group..."

“ thank josafá– i was worried about y'and th'others. hhah, th'soldiers kept askin'm if you'd gotten sent back when i had. ”

> [ ddaaamnnit , he hadn't even considered the soldiers. they hadn't been sent back with him. ]

“ they're not with'm, but they're safe at the base i believe. i checked with y'er dad, he misses y'a lot. ”

pizza-party-support

"Dad..." -> He frowned a little at the mention of his birth father. He's happy to know he's okay, that he's alive and well, that he misses him, but his heart hurt a little. "I... Did you see mom? Or Mia?" -> He shook his head, perking up at the mention of the soldiers. Oh, he missed Lucy a lot. "I hope they are safe... I miss Lucy."

“ I didn't see Mia or y'er ma, sadly. I was short on time when I visited, an' I'm pretty sure y'er dad may have been th'only one at the pizzeria when I showed up.

I do too, kid. Last I saw of them, they were all in th'mall, I believe? That or most were on post. ”

#the talkerrrrr #– i love knocking out teeth.#– damned healer.#event / clean slate

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