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Sixer, did you know there's a universe where YOU'RE one of the killers?
“..what?”
Sixer stared at the message on his device, dread coiling in their gut. Maybe 1x1x1x1 wasn’t lying, after all…
“Uhm. What did I. Look… like?” They fidgeted with their horns as they spoke, grabbing onto them and pulling. They held steadfast, and the only thing Sixer got from that was a mild headache.
find my pages
Six looked around, as if expecting to find one of these “pages” just sticking out. Maybe tacked onto a tree or something.
“..don’t see any. Sorry.” They got to their feet, walking closer to the survivor’s cabin while typing away on their new phone.
[g_sixer: why is every1 so obsessed w pages here :/]
[g_sixer: slenderman isnt evenreal lololol]
With that all said and done (or typed in her case), she walked up the porch steps and lingered by the door.
(author’s note: she doesn’t know)
can i offer you a six pack of witches brew or bloxy cola (your choice) in these trying times?
- sandwich anon
(totally not anyone the mod knows elelelelelele)
(hi goat!!)
A short trek through the forest continued, until Six found a safer spot to sit down. The light of the nearby cabin was dim, but welcoming.
————
Six stared at the message, before nodding and holding up two fingers. The second option, please.
They leaned down, staring at the phone as it began to glow— eyes sparkling with anticipation, only to widen with shock as something shot through the screen.
BONK!
“…”
“..ow.”
Six stared at the six-pack of cola laying next to her, before pulling one out and holding it up to his cheek to soothe the pain. The cool surface of the can managed to numb his newly-gained injury.
“Thanks.” Their tone was flat, dry, but the gratefulness was still there.
[Sixer’s phone starts to shake and glitch, the screen flashing with black and green boxes, errors screaming ‘I’m coming for you.’ and ‘I’m here.’ appearing all over, before a black, downy hand reaches through and pulls the figure through, using some hammerspace bullshit to lug themself across spacetime and collapse to the ground with the rattle of chains and an undignified, glitchy grunt. His broken wings flutter with annoyance as they stand and smooth themself over. The virus is familiar - but clearly not yours.]
“Gah… what 1n the swords…”
[She squints about as well as she can with one bright glowing red eye.]
“…Guest 666?”
- @ruleroftherotten
(i hope i did this right sweats)
(don’t worry you did it right!)
This time, Six did end up dropping the phone. The mess of black and green glitches assaulting her eyes as something other forced its way through her screen caused her to scoot back, squinting at the quickly-coalescing virus.
They were shocked silent. Eyes wide and unblinking, hackles raised, and tail gone still behind them. A low snarl escaped them as they tried to make themself look bigger, more threatening.
“Go… away. I’m.. I’m warning you.”
His words came out in a hoarse, grainy hiss. How the virus had gotten her name was a mystery, but she didn’t seem very keen on asking why at the moment. Despite their fear, there was also hesitance present; why weren’t they attacking? Why was Six’s name uttered with such familiarity?
Still distant, the approaching figure quickly made itself scarce for now. Hidden from sight, and from mind.
Soo how are things fairing ya? Any new friends or enemies made??
That question made her think for a while, sitting in silence. The distant crunching of grass stopped as they stilled. Whatever was approaching, seemed to have halted their pace for now.
“Friends… Taph likes to. Teach me sign language. For when— when I don’t wanna talk.” They focused for a bit, narrowing their eyes as they began to fingerspell.
[ G U E S T . ]
“Anyways. Everyone’s… every..” They trailed off, before hacking up another lungful of what looked to be glitching, black and red binary. It sizzled as it touched her skin, Six hissing in pain at the contact.
“…oops. Everyone’s scared. Of Two Time,” he began, now holding the screen with two hands instead of one as he began to type.
[g_sixer: but theyre rly nice once u get 2 kno them]
Clearing their throat, they spoke up once more.
“Builderman. I think he feels— uh. Bad for something.” He fell quiet.
“..no enemies yet.” The killers are all just faceless horrors to her. Not yet given true form, any sort of designation besides “the green one” or “the masked one”. There was no point.
They were only here to hurt him, and the others. Nothing more.
If you had an extra appendage, what would it be and how much would you pay to get it fully functional and attached
“An arm,” Six replied almost immediately. “Could do a bunch of. Secret handshakes.” Her eyes seemed to light up at the thought.
“I dunno how… how much. I would pay. Maybe a decent amount? 200 robux? 500 is— 500 is my limit.”
As they rattled off their reasonings, the soft crunch of grass as something approached went unnoticed.
Ahem.
Unlimited bacon but no games
Or games
Unlimited games
But no games
“Hmmmm…”
“Hhhhhmmmmmmm….”
“Uh-“ Another coughing fit ensued, Six nearly dropping the poor phone.
“..sorry. Unlimited bacon. But no. No games.” They nodded, emphasizing their point.
“Because the second answer. Makes no sense.” How can you have games but no games at the same time..?
Static, crackling through the phone, and a caller id popping up. 'BUILDERMAN', in all caps. Two little circles, a green one and a red one.
Will you answer?
( @askbuilderman )
Suddenly, the phone began to buzz. Six had nearly dropped it out of panic, before realizing what was going on.
…how was Builderman calling him on this thing??? Hesitantly, he accepted the call.
“How..? Hello?” They spoke into the receiver, narrowing their eyes at the screen. “How did you. Call this thing.” The third question was phrased more like a demand, Six’s tail thwacking the grass behind them as an unconscious stress reliever.
