Can we be fed Hacklord vore.. maybe comfort vore where the reader takes Brighteyes's place? 👀
Hmmm, alr
Might tap into some complicated territory, maybe some angst even
No promises it will be amazing since im not too familiar with hacklord and such <:3
Familiar face
Tw: a bit angsty, forsaken, player takes semi role of shedletsky(will explain during the story hihihihi), open ended, oral vore, sword fighting, injury, fear play, shrinking, maw play
God, why was this happening now of all times! Few days, or weeks? Maybe months! You honestly had no idea how long after being in this purgatory for so long, but however long its been didnt matter. What mattered was that shedletsky dissapeared! He didnt die during a round, he just, didnt appear during it. Everyone thought he was just slacking off with distracting the killer, hence why noone saw him during the round, but after it ended noone saw him in the cabin nor anywhere. Maybe he managed to escape? You all hoped it was the case, but nonetheless specter didnt even move a finger to do anything with this fact
After shedletsky dissapeared rounds werent easy, as much as he was slacking off, his distractons did a lot. Guest, taph and 007n7 couldn’t keep it up without fourth person around. And thats when you came into play, since being here you were the medic, healing everyone with pizza and what not. But it came with being targeted the most during rounds…
One particular day shed managed to copy his sword with 7n7’s help, and gave you few lessons so you could protect yourself in any need. Tho it fell flat, when you relized that specter foresaw this option. Programming it so you could either have only one of the items on you, either pizza generating backpack or shedletskys sword
The sentintals came up with an idea for you to take shedletskys place for few rounds, since you possesed the sword copy and had a bit of sword fighting knowledge! And to make sure specter didnt found out about shedletsky escape, builderman found a spare set of his clothes in theyre cabin. You werent the smallest person, so the clothes fitted semi alright, expect for the pants, they kept falling down to your ankles if you didnt tie them strong enough- „i hope it works-„ taking a breath, a pungent smell hitted your nose „god has he ever washed these? They smell worse then kfc deep fryer” you smelled the shirt scrunching your nose „well, now the disguise is more convincing” builderman said, patting you on the back reassuringly
With the sword in hand you waited for the round to start, which to concern of everyone took longer than expected. You started to nervously pase around outside, stretching out, turning the sword in your hands. It was different this time, as you were playing a completely different role this time around. As if you were in a game- A sudden appeared flash of light, followed with that all too familiar shiver, the round has began.
This time around the map was glass houses, but everything seemed weirder than normal. There was no announcement who the killer was, and the whole map was swallowed up by weird fog. The whole ground up to your waist was covered in thick dark fog, with odd green particles mixed within it. Could it be 1x1? But why no announce it? The whole place had odd feel to it, as you started to walk around looking for machines and your companions „guys? Is anyone near?” You gripped the sword handle, making your knuckles go white, something was definitely wrong… there were no machines, or you couldnt just see them due to the fog. You climbed up one of the rock formations to have a better look, but all you saw was buildings and rocks sticking out from the fog and nobody around. It was weirdly quiet too… suddenly a figure emerged from the fog, not too far from you, wait was that-? „Shedletsky!”
You jumped down on the ground, almost tripping over as you run up to him „where have you been, weve been worried sick!” It was so weird seeing him when you were pretty much cosplaying as the admin, but who cared!
Suddenly you stopped, as the figure grew larger. He was standing up to his full height, that definitely wasnt shedletsky- his head turned towards you, at first you saw green glitches and assumed it was 1x1! But as the figure turned fully around, your heart sank „w-who are you, what d-did you do to s-shedletsky?!” Your voice was trembling, before you stood someone who looked like shedletsky and 1x1 combined! But make shed way rougher and less goofy looking… „a-are you specters new puppet or something?!” You tried keeping a stern voice, but the fear had a strong grip on you. Taking your sword, you took a battle stance pointing it at the opponent, the blade cluttering quietly from your hands trembling. The figure didnt even move, his gaze piercing into you with odd personal agenda towards you. It sended shivers down your whole body, you weren’t planning on standing there idly. Youd fight, even if it ment fighting shedletsky of all people
Without breaking the eye contact, the killer moved his hand to the side, suddenly manifesting a huge sword seemingly out of thin air. As green fog surrounded it, suddenly exploding away in the same green particles you saw before, the sword shined with menacing tinge. For a second you could your own terrifyed reflections in the huge blade. And before you knew, it flew right at you with air piercing swish
You barely managed to dodge the incoming attack, the massive blade managing to catch few stray hairs from your head and almost chipping your nose. Feeling the second attack come, you blocked it with your own sword, taking every strength in your body to push back. While the killer didnt move an inch, not even a flinch or blink at your sudden move. Your feet slipped, almost making you fall, god how was shed fighting wearing a pair of freaking dollar store slippers?! You quickly scrambled back on your feet, just to receive another blow from the blade, nicking your shoulder and drawing blood. Shit! Using the opportunity, you attacked back but you were quickly blocked „shed come on, snapped o-out of it!” You yelled desperately, which suddenly angered the man, his eyes burning with even stronger rage. Suddenly swinging his blade, he started to attack you widly, as you backed away trying to block even half of incoming attack. Before you managed to do anything, a sudden spartan kick was sold to you stomach, making you tumble on the ground few meters away „dont ever call me that.”
Dazed form the sudden knock back, you crawled up, coughing and groaning from the pain of being kicked in the stomach. As the heavy footsteps approached, you tried scrambling to your sword, which suddenly was caught by set of green glowing chains and bended over like a toothpick. You were too weak and beaten up to do anything, as you stared up at the imposing figure „lets end this” as the huge blade hovered above you, you braced for impact and feeling of glitching death that usually occured. But after bracing for what felt like eternity, nothing seemed to happen?
Before you could look up again, you felt yourself be lifted up, but not by hand or chains. As if force around you shifted, picking you back up, suddenly making you face to face with your opponent once again „tho actually, i would prefer something different this time” before you could ask what he ment, an odd stinge went down your whole body. As if your whole body fell asleep, and felt like tv static at the same time. Wait, why was he growing? Wait no, you were getting smaller! As the feeling went to a sudden halt, you were no bigger than a apple. Was he planning on crushing you in his hands? Or torturing you like some type of bug- „w-wait what are you plan-?!” Before you opened his huge maw, it was sectioned off in two parts, one looked somewhat normal, maybe a bit pale for normal huge, while the other part was black with green half of tounge and green tinged teeth. The force moved you right in front of the opened mouth „n-no no no, c-cant we t-talk this ou- mhhh?!” Your protests swiftly muffled, as your whole body was plopped inside, the moment your clothes touched his tounge a valve of saliva has opened up. As the teeth closed behind you with loud snap, almost bitting off your feet „hate to admit, i missed this flavor…” he mumbled with his mouth full, exhaling deeply with unsual contempt. His tounge wasted no time, moving you around, drenching your whole body in gallons of saliva, and teasingly putting you between the teeth bitting down you gently. Slamming your already exhausted and injured body to the roof of his mouth, before coming back to tossle you around like a piece of hard candy
Your body was slowly giving out, as exhaustion took its toll, any protests you dying down, any scream, cry or effort to escape drifting away. As you laid out on his tounge, like frog on a leaf. Taking a notice to it, the killer hummed in displeasure but tilted his head nonetheless to swallow theyre snack down. His throat contracting and decontracting around your tired body, sending you deeper down. Soon a small lump on his neck dissapeared past the collarbone with soft gluk from inside. In the confined space of his esophagus, saliva soaked clothes smelled even more like grease, making you feel like a chicken drumstick
Soon you arrived to the groaning organ, of the killers stomach. It was hot and tight, with barely any room to move, even with your small size in account. But at the very least you werent being actively digested, yet… „tch, wonder if the others will go down as easily as you did”
ANDDD THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS
I wrote it with hacklord wiki page opened on the other tab LOL
