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Cold "Welcome"

Forsaken!Killers x Killer!Reader

The other side of the barrier is not the warmest. You wake in Forsaken, but its residents don't seem to be the friendliest. There's no room for healthy relationships. The Spector needs to keep his tools dirty enough to carry out their jobs. Similar to my "Partner Up!" post, for those who've read it.

>Characters: Noli, cOOlkidd, 1x1x1x1, Azurewrath.

>Structure: Brief introduction, then Headcanons.

>Context/Warnings: Violence, murder, hallucinations, child neglect, guilt-tripping, narcissism, poison, vomiting, anger issues, emotional numbness.

If you're worried but still want to read: All relationships are unhealthy, but its not supposed to be triggering. Least toxic to worst: cOOlkidd < Azurewrath < 1x ≤ Noli.

>Words: 3,301 (~800+ words for each) Not proofread.

Noli

There's nowhere for you to go. Not really. Just an area you were meant to stay.

The forest was large and vast, but it hardly felt like anything was there. You sat in darkness between endless trees, wandering for what felt like hours. That thing had given you a message, not a physical paper but a sentence buried into your head.

"…. .- …- . / ..-. ..- -."

There was no sound within this forest. No sounds of wind, leaves, or animals. The only thing that could be heard was your footsteps on the dirt path. You had hoped to find at least some sort of building; now you prayed for some sort of shelter. You were promised one. For now, all you could do was continue to drag along the path.

"This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine."

"Come enter, for the promise of everlasting entertainment awaits thee."

There's a sign etched into the large doors belonging to a castle-like building. While not large, it was big enough for you to spot it. There are several broken-down statues around the area, symbols embedded in all of them and in the center of these doors.

You reach out to grab the handle, pulling on the ring to open the door. A loud scratching sound against the floor makes you cringe, ears feel like they're pulsing.

The inside was no better than the outside. Several benches were hardly usable because they were either knocked over or split apart. There was also a handful of large wooden planks, which you assumed were the supports of this building. Instead of holding the frame together, they simply lay in the center of the room.

"we-3lcom3! I-I-I've-I've be3n expecting y0u."

But down the hall, sat a creature on a throne. There's a smile to its tone, staring down at the guest in its home.

Maybe you should've focused on this... entity. How it's body was similar to a dead body, flesh completely discolored and almost black, melting and exposing the bone underneath.

But what caught your eye instead was the bright white star floating above it.

-----

An entity that wants to launch the greatest performance. Whether you're the audience member or a stage volunteer is unclear.

While Noli never directly tells you, its implied that they were always aware of your arrival. It doesn't take long for you to realize that they have some sort of connection with the Spector.

Its hard being with Noli. They're always entertaining something. Whether themselves or others, they constantly act as if this world is a play, and he's the director watching over it. Controlling the stage while exciting everyone including herself.

Noli acts like your lead. As if you're a follower waiting for him to command you. He tells you how the rounds work, what to do, how to have fun. But in his own weird twisted way.

But Noli also toys with you as well, mostly for her entertainment. Maybe its entertainment as well.

Often times, you'll go off to perform some sort of task for them. Sometimes it's a basic errand that you can do yourself, other times its to interact with another killer.

Throw food over at Guest 666 so its not hungry, deliever some bags of soil to Azurewrath, find where cOOlkidd had run off to. You're not even sure why you agree to these task, but you always do.

But one day you go up to cOOlkidd, ready to bring him back to his carnival, when the child tilts his head- asking who you were.

Turns out, you've never talked to any of the killers. Just their copies, their imitations. She's playing with your mind. Again.

Or maybe you did meet some of them, and Noli only faked some of your interactions. Or maybe all of them are faked. When's the last time you even talked to a real person? You can't tell the difference.

When you confront them about it, they simple laugh, which rings inside of your head instead of the church.

"O-o-oh? N0t h4v-v-ving f-fun anym0-0-0re?"

It whines about how outside of rounds are rather empty. Bland. But it's episodes are here for your enjoyment, that's what was promised when you entered through the door. Thats why it plays with your mind.

Before you can even argue, you're put into a round. But predictably, it's fake too. Noli is able to fake more than just clones outside of rounds...

As more time passes, the more your mind is distorted and broken into. You're constantly unsure of what's happening, if you can trust what's in front of you or if its another 'episode' to a show you're forced to tune into everyday.

Every time you think you've become to understand her tricks and plays, something will happen that will put you right back to square one.

If the survivors on the other side of that barrier are the Spector's playthings, than you've become Noli's within this realm.

The only relief you have is when your put into legitimate rounds, at least you can be sure those survivors are real. Noli can't imitate survivors' as well as killers.

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cOOlkidd

These saturated bright colors were starting to hurt your eyes. Bright reds, blues, and yellows, all burning your retinas.

But within this playhouse, it was expected. You sat in a ball pit, fidgeting with the plastic ball in your hand. By now, it was worn out, with small scratches covering the entire surface.

"AH! There you are!" With a sing-songy tone, cOOlkidd hops over to you. Maybe his movements could've been cute, but his bouncy self was disturbing to see since he was a disfigured monster.

But a child, nonetheless.

"You know, you'd be good at hide and seek. It took me so long to find you!" cOOlkidd tilts his head, a wide smile on his face. His eyes bore into yours as he sways his arms back and forth.

You say nothing. But cOOlkidd doesn't ponder on your silence.

"Look at what I drew!" Claws dig into the paper he held up, cOOlkidd tries to be careful, but his excitement was cleary causing him to fumble.

There are several messy crayon drawings of people, all sleeping. A red blob that seemed to be cOOlkidd sat center stage, holding onto a blue mesh.

"That's... nice." You ignore the blade in cOOlkidd's hand, he had just come back from a round. You also ignore the smell of burnt flesh that lingered on the child's body.

As cOOlkidd starts to ramble, you just close your eyes. Just tired from all the bright colors.

-----

A demonic child who's mistaken for a childish demon. Sometimes it's hard to remember that cOOlkidd is an actual child when he's been rebuilt to be a monstrous beast: limbs stretched, face distorted, horns and a tail to match.

But he doesn't mean harm! Just a bit lonely, you must understand. You're lonely too, cOOlkidd can tell. He's not stupid, like how the others assume he is.

Most of the time, cOOlkidd tries to treat you with kindness, like how any great leader would! You're the first person to join his cOOlkidd team within this realm, and he'll do his best to lead you two to greatness!

But he's a child. Selfish to the core because he simply doesn't know better. You two will do what he wants simply because he's the leader.

Between rounds, you keep cOOlkidd company as he goes on his little adventures. Since no other adult will look after him; you might as well.

Not that you have a choice. After a while, cOOlkidd has gotten used to your presence. You're a part of his team now, you can't leave. That would be a betrayal!

When you try, he throws tantrums and cries. When that doesn't seem to move you, he learns a few sentences that will.

"You're going to leave? Just like everyone else! Like dad...." "Leaving?....Fine! I didn't need you anyway! If I didn't need him, then I don't need you either! G-...go away! sniff..." "You're going? Why? Please don't-... I'm amazing! Why would you leave?! Fine! GO away."

cOOlkidd isn't trying to guilt you persay, he just wants company. He doesn't really understand that he's guilt-tripping and how that affects you, just focuses on the outcome of his actions.

It's boring here. You're stuck babysitting a child because no one else will. And a small part of cOOlkidd knows that, but in all honesty? He doesn't care, not enough to change anything.

But he's a kid. So it's not his fault that he's so lonely here. Which is why you need to stay. (That's what he tells himself)

He tries to distract you if you seem bored. Whatever he was going about, instantly cut off. In the same breath, he'll suggest a game to play, maybe a funny story, or an interesting fact about himself.

cOOlkidd also sets up a board game or paper/crayons for the two of you. He likes setting up things for the two of you to do, makes him important.

cOOlkidd loves using cOOlgui, he feels powerful and unstoppable when using it. He tells himself and you all the time how amazing and cool he is. (Because no one else will.)

He'll try to do different hacks and such, and while he's not as smart at 007n7, cOOlkidd has learned how to toy around with it. There's a set of commands that he's able to use when not in rounds, things like turning off your gravity, no-clipping, teleportation, changing the colors and sizes of random objects.

As a cool display, cOOlkidd often likes the set the buildings within the carnival he was given on fire. The bright lights and the warm flames, there's really nothing like it. Therefore he assumes you would like it, too.

Together, you two often wonder around the carnival. There's not a whole lot to do, but cOOlkidd has a very large imagination. He'll figure something out, he always does.

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1x1x1x1

It's dry and acidic. A dessert-like area in the middle of a forest, as if a section was carved out to plot it. But instead of warm golden sand, you're met with cold empty land. The sun never raises and deserts aren't known for being hot at night.

But off in the distance there's a bright light. A loud burning one, but its not the light at the end of your tunnel. In fact, quite the oppisite.

With blade in hand, you march through the sand and up the hill. Approaching the creature who held it's own sword towards you as well. No words are said. It doesn't want to speak to you.

The air grows heavier, a crushing pressure down against your body. But you shallow your pride and point your sword at the creature, ready for an attack.

Learn to maintain distance.

Learn to when to strike.

Learn to react.

And maybe then you'll be able to stand. For now, you'll continue to crash onto the sand beneath.

Your body crumbles, your palms pressed against the uneven ground to steady your body. Blades slice through your body, metal mixes with your flesh. 1x1x1x1 then tears out the two swords shoved into your torso. It takes a part of you with it.

It stands above you. Watching. It's bright acidic green body takes over your vision as it starts to blur. You're losing all senses one by one, fading into nothingness.

When you respawn back to the desert, you pause. Staring back at the bright green light from afar on top of the hill.

_____

A creature that's not meant to be comprehended, a 4th-dimensional being born from the explosive passions of hatred, a slow build-up that has formed 1x1x1x1 as they are.

Often times, 1x1x1x1 despites your presence. Their emotions are always on high, hatred literally spilling out of them. She's not very fun to talk to.

They 'challenge' you to a duel, a fight. It's not a request; it doesn't matter if you agree or not. They'll attack you either way.

If you are a somewhat good fighter, able to hold out your own, 1x1x1x1 sees you as an extreme annoyance. The fact that a puny thing like you can somewhat fight back against a 4th dimensional being like him? Insulting. Even if he ended up winning.

If you're bad, they're also not pleased. You're pitiful, and 1x hates weak creatures. Why did they even bother with you?

a.k.a = You can't win.

The other half of the time, 1x ignores your presence. To everyone, that means he's in a 'good mood'.

Do not be mistaken, 1x isn't sparing you because you've grown on them in any way; you're simply not worth their attention. They're ignoring you.

She's not great company, neither of you are able to understand eachother. 1x doesn't understand your emotions nor actions outside of hatred. And you can't understand how a living, breathing being feels such aggression at all times. Never a break with 1x, but hate is her only driving force. It's everything she's made of.

To 1x1x1x1, it doesn't matter if you understand him. He's not here for you, but he's does care about what you can do for him. And if it's nothing, then you're nothing. Simple as that.

Can you prove your worth? Is it even worth proving?

If you choose to stay, not much changes. 1x1x1x1 still thinks your not worth their time, but you keep showing up. So they keep challenging you to a duel.

A swordfight is all you're good for, and all 1x1x1x1 seems to be capable of. So that mostly all you two do.

Again, whether or not you're a good with a blade, 1x1x1x1 treats you with the same amount of respect. Which is little to none.

Maybe your own skills get better, but 1x1x1x1 will never comment about it. It really only benefits you during rounds. 1x's ability with a sword has over thousands of years of experience behind it. Your capabilities are hard to compare.

Even after a long time, you can't get a conversation out of her. Shes not interested in you. You're being ignored.

Have you realized it? Its all repeating. You cannot win.

So you leave. Theres no point in investing in something that will never give you anything in return.

But 1x1x1x1 now considers your presence a continuity. You learn that the only other thing 1x1x1x1 cares for is consistency. They are and live in static.

They will always be the same. Always be made of hatred, always be driven by it, always strive for it's effects and power. And now, your presence has become a routine. A new constant.

1x hates fleeting things. You will not become one of them.

You're stuck in this acidic area. Whether you agree to it or not. They'll continue to fight you no matter what.

__________

Azurewrath

Endless beats echo in your head, causing it to ache and throb.

Your hands try to reach towards the branches, but your fingers only swipe empty air. Stumble against the bushes, and your legs sloppily drag underneath you. A sharp pain stabs at your insides, the illness in your stomach intensifies.

There's an acidic sensation in your throat. Hands fly to cover your mouth, but bile spills out onto the floor.

The beating in your head only speeds up, your chest starts to burn.

There's a blur at the edges of your vision, a darkness along with vague colors.

You cough, trying to clear the bile in your throat, as Azurewrath simply stares from a distance. You can't tell if he's disgusted or not, maybe he stares at you with pity. Either way, he doesn't say anything. Only a couple of condensing giggles from his hat.

"ehgg... emm.." In place of comprehensible words, meaningless sounds come out of your mouth. Once again, you try to reach out, this time grabbing onto the nearby table. Your fingers clamp onto the edge before immediately sliding off.

Azurewrath grows tired of your pathetic display. His large figure slowly paces towards your station, grabbing the bottle from the table. There's a label on the glass, marker on a piece of tape.

"Black Nightshade"

He didn't tell you to drink it. It was your own choice to test it out. Whether he influenced that choice or not didn't matter.

But his test worked. Your compliance to being a test subject was something he should be grateful for. It was definitely useful. But he doesn't offer any praise for your work.

Instead, his tentacles move to place a different bottle on the ground. A couple of inches away from you, a glowing white liquid, the light that promised to end your suffering.

It would be a shame if you ended up dying. Azure might as well keep you around.

_____

A quiet botanist, often by himself in his gardens. But do not mistake his passiveness for anything but emptiness. If not numbed, this tentacle-monster would be overtaken by an intense rage that reaches deeper than any blade.

If Azure is not angry, he's nothing. All emotions torn from his soul, unable to connect with them anymore. So often times you're met with indifference.

Having no where else to go, Azure lets you take residence in the shed near his cabin. It was an empty one by the garden that he never found used for. However this was not some favor he did out of the kindness of his heart, in exchange you were to help out.

At first, Azure really only had you as a test subject. You would test out poisons for him, and while he used the strongest ones within rounds, you were allowed to use the rest for yours.

His knowledge of plants and flowers allowed him to make disgusting poisons, both taste and effect wise, while also making sure you would never actually die. Even if you did, he was pretty sure you'd respawn anyways, just like how the survivors did.

It was never something said out loud, but you always took whatever 'test' he was working on. Worried if you denied it, maybe he would kick you out of the shed.

Overtime you grow some tolerance to his poisons, which is nice. Azure doesn't need to put in that much effort into making an antidote.

Eventually, you're allowed to help out in the garden. Maybe it's grabbing something from the shelves or grabbing a certain flower. If you're able to, Azure lets you tend some of the flowerbeds. Keyword being some.

There's a section of flowerbeds that are off-limits. Azure has threatened to rip off your limbs if you dare walk near. And you don't take him for a liar.

Obviously, Azurewrath can feel intense anger. It was something he had trouble with in his past, a problem that was only intensified because of it. But most times, Azure finds himself to be pretty monotone, since it also stripped him of all his other emotions. He does still feels things, just slightly and it often doesn't really connect to his brain.

Azure is also very quiet. He rarely talks and often times you find yourself talking to his hat rather than himself. Creating poisons isn't actually a common past time for him, instead he often does garden work himself or rest in his cabin.

But he's not all bad. After a while, Azure starts making you herbal teas. Sometimes they may have some side effects, but most of the time they're completely normal. He'll listen to you and his hat make conversation while staring at the teacup in his hand.

You're allowed to make small talk with him, whether he responses or not is up in the air. Just be warned, Azure can get annoyed easily. It often feels like you're in a minefield when conversing with him.

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a/n: The Morse code says: Have Fun. It's not that important. Also no. I wasnt trying to rhyme whenever I was writing, it just happened and im too lazy to change it.

Also Noli uses mirrored pronouns, which im not sure how it works when in writing. Do I use mine? Or would it be the readers? Either way I just used all/any since its easier and includes all readers. If anyone knows the answer just dm me, ill fix it if it needs to be fixed.

If anyone cares for other killers, let me know. But it's quite hard to write for killers since they lack certain characteristics/personalities that survivors have.

Writing for Azure is a bit risky, especially since hes coming out soon. So his personality should be more set in stone when he releases, so my take on him will become extremely OOC. ;-;

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