"Kiss kiss kiss mwah mwah mwah" You snickered to yourself as you rocked your avatar back and forth in place, making it smooch the "new" Slasher NPC in the lobby.
This new update was strange, everything was the same, except for this addition. You tried to search up anything about this surprise update, but surprisingly, you found nothing. Only a jumping Jason on your screen after you returned to your tabbed out Roblox window. He immediately stopped moving when he saw your avatar turn to face him.
It seems like you have a pet Jason now. And like a dog, he was loyal to his owner.
Jason's existence in Forsaken was always funny to you.
Prior to the rewrite, he had the least going on, lore wise. Sure, he hung out with Jeff the Killer and Slenderman, but that was it.
It was a bit ridiculous seeing Jason Voorhees in a Roblox DBD clone before the real game itself. Not even as a skin, but as an actual character among all the Robloxian icons.
When "he" was Voorhees, he stuck out like a sore thumb. He made sense thematically, a representative of one of Roblox's most iconic games from its classic era, but he never fit in as a character among the others.
Then came the Slasher rework update.
When the devs posted his redesign online, you had to do a walk around your room. Earning the confused look from your roommate and a rush of joy down your spine at how adorable he looked.
Where the devs dug deep into his code and altered his appearance and backstory, rewiring him to be someone different, or as legally distinct as possible. Swapping his simple look for the raggedy hood and new mask. It was supposed to be an easy job, changing his model and calling it a day, but somehow, somewhere in his code, the devs messed up.
Not only had the game crashed, but for the first time, Jason felt like something was off.
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Pain.
That was all jasonbacon1980 knew.
When Paula first saw the little pill baby, she knew he was destined to face a life of hardship. He was born with an enlarged head and a multitude of health issues as a result of his hydrocephalus.
He was different.
Which was an unspoken sin in the Bacon Empire, but Jason was hers, and that was all that mattered. Leaning into the clear bassinet, making sure not to bump into his breathing device, she pressed a kiss to his forehead.
She knew he'd make it, she could feel it when his tiny hands gripped her fingers. Her strong little soldier.
As he got older, life got tougher. Even after draining the excess liquid from his head with a surgery that made his mama work more shifts than he'd like. Leaving him alone .
The chronic headaches that gnawed at him daily, the constant hospital visits, the bullying. He never caught a break, nor did his poor mother. With the medical bills and her constant worry for the safety and well being for her son, he knew he had to be strong.
Always be strong.
Even as his classmates would shove him in the halls, only muttering a half-assed apology when a teacher was nearby. The name calling from his peers that'd chip away at his already low. Whispers in the halls about his awkward gait, his cleft lip, his tired uneven eyes. Or even worse, the way others would see right through him. Ignoring him
He didn't need them.
It was a mantra that echoed in his head.
Even as he watched kids his age play together at the park suddenly grow silent when he'd pass by.
Or as he grew older and saw how his peers would fall in love. People who although were externally beautiful, were cruel to "ugly monsters" like him.
Maybe that's why he loved slasher films so much. Seeing prideful horn dogs getting murdered on screen felt cathartic, especially when done by masked men he felt a strange kinship with.
Jason felt pathetic, he'd shovel popcorn in his mouth, watching marathons of horror flicks where degenerates would get their competence. He'd imagine those who wronged him in their place. Like the girl who asked him out as a joke was the bimbo who had her head smashed into a television set. Or the jock who gave him a black eye had his jaw pried off by his bare hands.
But that was fantasy. In reality, he was fine. Totally fine.
His mama said he was a handsome man, but he never felt like it. He saw how others looked at him. Disgust. pity. Discomfort. It wasn't his fault that he looked like this, and if it was...
So what?
His looks shouldn't dictate how others treated him. His words and actions should. But... but god damn it, it was hard.
What was there to say? Sorry for looking like this? Sorry for being alive? For being different?
There was no point to speak, there was nothing to say.
Even when he was deployed as a young man his love of horror never stopped. He got caught one night watching a horror flick when he was supposed to be sleeping and got the nickname Slasher.
And it stuck.
Like the knife deeply embedded into his shoulder connecting him and the last semblance of his mother until the end of time. Even if he knew deep down, it wasn't her. But a cheap imitation.
All that time stuck in the facility. His body and mind rotting away as they'd test on him as if he were an animal. Forcing a mask on his face like a muzzle on a dog. He was content to die there, until one day he heard her voice.
With the help of the Necrobloxicon, it wasn't long until he escaped with Jeff and the Operator after weeks of planning.
Climbing up the truss wall from the bowels of Area 51 to freedom. Jason stared at the sky, a beautiful blue, but as he climbed higher and higher to the surface, the sky began to shift to a bright purple.
Before settling into a bloody red that pulsated like a beating heart.
Jason reached for the sky, and it reached back, a hand as dark as the night sky flickered into existence. As the hand made contact with his, Jason suddenly felt a violent shock of pain shoot through his body, a sensation he couldn't ignore. The chunk of zeroes and ones around the mysterious hand burned brighter as it clamped around his calloused hand.
Suddenly, it yanked Jason toward itself, as he grew closer, his vision flashed to black.
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Laying on your dorm bed you and your roommate were playing Roblox together one late Friday night.
"Get the HELL away from my brainrot!" Ray yelled at his phone, his avatar equipping its weapon to smack away a screaming child.
"Voice chat?" You laughed as Ray's avatar was flung across the screen, "You finally succumbed to Roblox's data-mining attempts?"
Ray paused, pursing his brown lips, "Well... you don't HAVE to give them your info," Ray trailed off.
"... What?"
"Some nerd in my coding class is working on her own voice chat add-on. She wanted me to test it out"
"... Isn't that bannable and maybe illegal?"
"Probably. But hey, watch this," Ray proceeded to approach another player, the same one who tried to steal from him earlier. Clicking the mic icon in the corner, he proudly spoke into the mic, "Hey, ugly. Fuck you."
"Ray, you're gonna get a warning," You scoffed as he shoved his phone in your face. But there was nothing. Even after a few seconds.
"So? Roblox has a shitty moderation system," You scoffed. It was probably a fluke, you've seen worse slip by the moderators.
"Noob. Nooob," Ray spoke into the mic, "Ugly fatass noob."
Still no warning.
Just some kid attempting to swear back at him, only to have their mic suddenly silenced and have a warning issued out to them.
"... What's her insta?" You asked, pulling out your phone.
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Jason tore his eyes open, finally freeing himself from the mind-numbing darkness. His head was killing him, it always was, but this felt different.
He stood on a plain baseplate under a familiar red sky, nothing but him and what looked to be a noob across the stud field.
With fear in their dark eyes, they slowly approached Slasher.
"H-hello? H-h-hi!" They stammered, raising their hand to block out the red glare of the skybox. It was strange, there was no sun, but it burned as if there one. Jogging up to the hulking man, the noob stood a measly foot away.
"T-t-thank Telamon you're here," They huffed, their blonde hair flowing in the hot air, "I haven't t-talked to anyone for what it feels like... hours? I-I don't know."
They pointed to the sky, projected in the endless horizon was a set of unwavering numbers in bright pure white.
1:30
"A-a-a-at first, I thought it was the time," They began, staring at the sky, "But it's been l-l-like that for ages."
"They look weak. A frail little thing," A familiar voice whispered into his ear, "Their blood must be sweet. Go on, dear, quench mama's thirst."
Slasher stared at them, as if waiting for something.
"I-I'm Noob," They stuck their hand out, "W-what's your name?"
The voice continued crooning from the Necrobloxicon, "Why tell, when you can show them, Slasher?"
Within moments he equipped his machete and raised his weapon to the sky.
Noob's kind yet hesitant gaze flashed into a look of terror. Their eyes refused to pull away from the weapon. But from the corner of their eye, they could see the gap between Jason and his blade.
The sky changed.
1:29
It was a count down. But before Noob could even decipher what it meant, Jason's machete slashed into their chest. Tearing through their blue hoodie and straight to their guts, the blood mixed with their hoodie made an ugly, unsettling purple.
Staggering back, Noob wordlessly tore into their ghostburger, and within seconds they disappeared.
That was alright. Mama's meal would be served soon enough and the Necrobloxicon will let her live another day.
The hunt was on.
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This week had been a blast.
Ray was right. Voice chat was fun, it felt more freeing to actually talk to other people than read their messages on screen. Plus, it was really funny watching a kid roast and read Ray to filth while he seethed beside you in real life.
"Man, fuck this, I'm hoping on Forsaken," Ray muttered, carelessly tossing his phone onto your bed before bellyflopping after his device.
"That's my bed," You called out, not bothering to face him as you hunched over your desk.
"That's why I'm on it," He groaned, burying his face in your pillow, "Yours is comfier."
"The university issued us the same bed, dumbass," You tossed an empty energy drink can at him.
"Whatever. You can kick me off later," He yawned, shutting his almond eyes, "Aren't you joining?"
"Oh yeah. They're changing his model," Your eyes light up, "He's actually really cute now. Like... he reminds me of an owl."
"Who?" He asked.
"Jason-- Err I mean Slasher," You corrected yourself as you clicked on the play button.
"Who?" A stupid smile formed on his face
Lifting your head from your horrible shrimp posture, you stared at him with a look you've given him nearly every day.
"Aw..." He pouted, that familiar obnoxious smile on his lips, "I thought you love owls?"
"Yeah. Ones that aren't annoying or chopped."
"Chopped?" He scoffed, "YOU'RE DICED!"
"I--" You began, but as Forsaken finally loaded in, you noticed the countdown to the next game reach zero. Sending you straight into another round, "Shut the hell up."
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It's been months since Slasher first appeared here.
Or maybe even days.
Hours?
He had no idea, nor did he care. It was all a violent mess of memories to add to the pile. Even if his mind gnawed at him. Not the usual pain he ignored, but as if he was forgetting something.
This buzzing in his head.
"Baby, what's wrong?" The Necrobloxicon cooed, its voice, "The hunt has begun... Mama is so hungry."
Bowing his head, he clutched onto his machete, his gaze focused on the soil beneath his feet. Something felt different today. He could feel it ringing inside his head. He just had to pick it up.
"Now, son..." The voice croaked in a tone he's heard so many times before, "What did I tell you about posture?"
Like a dog, he obeyed.
Straightening his spine, he sighed before rolling his neck. It was another night in this purgatory, and mama was hungry. Raising his clenched fist, he swiped his hand over his mask's left eye socket. Casting a heavenly glow on a nearby lone survivor hunched over a generator.
Perfect.
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You were in the zone. Sliding the wires in place with perfection. With grace and ease, your fingers connected the dots. Just as you finished the gen, you heard it.
The murmurings of a strangely loud heartbeat, not of your own, then came the violins.
He was here.
In all his Robloxian 2.0 glory. Sure, he was puppeted by your lameass roommate, but you could ignore that.
"He's so handsome," You muttered to yourself, positioning your perspective to face the killer, "Wait. Dude. Dude, stay still."
Ray rolled his eyes and lifted his fingers from the screen, "... I don't like the sound of this."
You approached Slasher, spinning around him to check him out, "Hello... beautiful.. heh..." Inching towards his back, you were about to give him backshots before Ray spun around to hit you.
"This is Roblox" Ray cringed as he spammed the gashing wound button at you, "PERVERT."
But unluckily for Ray, you dodged just in time, shift locking Noob and swerving to the right behind the dirt wall near the generator. It was a little barrier between you and the man of your dreams. Taking the opportunity, you had your character suddenly chug a Bloxy Cola.
"COME BACK HERE," Ray whined, "Please, Y/N... I NEED this."
"Miss me miss me... now you gotta kiss me hehe," You chuckled, your tone playful as you made Noob sprint away through the cemetery, "On the mouth... with tongue..."
"HEY GET BACK HERE!" Ray raged, "This isn't fair! My phone is lagging! It won't let me move."
"Skill issue," You kicked your feet.
"Says the one with no partner. You thirst over pixels, weirdo."
"I don't care about that. Jason is sweet. I like him," You shrugged, having Noob brush past him after a missed swing, "Later, beautiful."
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Slasher dragged his feet through the autumn forest. From the dirt trail at the side of the manor, he could spot a noob fiddling with the generator. Gnawing on their blue hoodie string, their hands glide across the panel to plug in the final wire.
Just as he took a step towards the blonde, the blonde jitterbug shot up from their spot. The usual look of fear on their face. Narrowed eyes with those lips pressed into an unpleasant frown. Slasher was used to this look. Even before he went by the moniker.
As Jason, he was seen as inrobloxian, as if scum for existing. But as Slasher, he'll give them a reason.
"He's so handsome."
... Him?
For once, he tore his eyes away from the prey. Just for a brief moment. His gaze quickly scanned the perimeter.
There was no one else around, just him and the weak little noob in the cool autumn night.
This had to be a trick. Perhaps The Spectre had added a new survivor, one that would mess with his mind. How fun.
The necrobloxicon was here as well, but it didn't sound like... that. A voice that sounded like it came from every where, yet nowhere at one. But found itself underneath his rotting skin, inching its way through his veins and to his beating heart.
"Wait. Dude. Dude, stay still."
And he did.
Clutching tightly onto his machete, he
"What are you doing?" The book hissed, "Move."
This was a first.
Noob awkwardly took a step towards the killer. Perhaps they were feeling a little cocky since the rest of the survivors were probably watching from afar. Or maybe Noob had a death wish.
But rarely was there a moment where the killer stood still like this.
Noob circling Slasher was a funny sight, as if he was the prey and they were the predator. A big guy like him. Yeah. Right.
"Hello, beautiful... heh..."
There, that voice.
His blood boiled. He's heard that so many times before in his youth. Compliments that were actually jokes. The "humor" was that he... wasn't.
Wasn't beautiful.
"Dear?"
Wasn't lovable.
"Slasher?"
Wasn't worthy.
"Son!"
He shook his head. Forget it. He had a job to do. He'll decipher the Spectre's tricks later. For now, he'll focus on the task at hand.
The gentle humming of the generator ate up the awkward silence between the two.
It wasn't until Noob got a little close for comfort that he began to move. As if his body was like a spring. All that tension built up in his brief frozen state burst forward into a desperate swing of his chainsaw at the blonde.
"I-I-I'm sorry! I-I don't know why I did that!" Noob cried as they narrowly avoided his revved up chainsaw. The power saw flew straight into the wall, embedding itself into the dirt.
Clutching the dirt wall as Noob fished their hand into their inventory for a cola. They knew it was a risky move, but something deep inside told them they could weasel their way out of this situation.
Yanking the tab with such urgency that one would think they were handling a grenade, they proceeded to chug the bubbly energy drink with desperate swallows.
"Miss me! Miss me!"
Damn it! That stupid voice distracted him, not the one of his mother, but the other one. The trick of The Spectre! And now the prey had distanced itself. Just his luck.
"Now you gotta kiss me hehe..." the voice continued with an eager tilt to their tone, "on the mouth... with tongue."
Slasher stood still.
What?
His blood was burning as it had done earlier, but now it had rushed to his face. For a brief moment, he was genuinely stunned. Was this a new sentinel move? Psychic damage?
"What are you doing? GET THEM!" The Necrobloxicon screeched into his ear.
Grasping onto the wall, he had finally pulled himself out of his daze. Slasher peered from the other side of the wall. Before he could even take a step, Noob chucked the empty Bloxy Cola can square in his face.
"I don't care about that. Jason is sweet. I like him," The voice mused, their tone surprisingly soft. As if they knew him. Sending a strange feeling to bloom within his chest.
Him? Sweet? You... whoever you are... likes him?
Without even thinking, he swung his machete at the noob, who wordlessly scampered away.
The voice spoke again, "Later, beautiful."
Why later? Why not now?
For the entire round he targeted you, even as the Necrobloxicon yelled at him to target someone else to satiate its hunger, but for once, he didn't listen.
All 3 minutes and 30 seconds he ran after Noob.
Yet the noob evaded every swing and that voice kept talking. Rambling into his ear, like a fly buzzing around his head. And like most normal people, he wanted to swat the little pest.
He wondered... if he... killed the noob, would you stop talking?
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It was the last twenty seconds of the round.
"Y/N... please... please let me kill you!" Ray pleaded.
"No. I wanna spend more time with Slasher..." You whined, clicking the slateskin key before he could even reach you.
"You're SICK and TWISTED," Ray yelled at you as Slasher swung his chainsaw at Noob again. But you dodged.
"Hey buddy, watch this," You snickered, slipping behind the killer, slateskin still in effect as you gave him so many backshots it killed you.
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Noob yelped as they kept repeatedly bumping into Slasher. They've seen this before in other rounds with other survivors. During downtime they and their fellow survivors theorized it was some weird Spectre trickery meant to further psychologically torment them. To remind them they were all toys in his twisted dollhouse, dolls to be flung around to engage in degrading acts, only to--
Slasher watched as Noob suddenly collapsed without warning.
"More time! Let's go--"
He raised his hand, as if to silence the book. He had to see something.
Nothing.
He nudged their torso with his foot.
Nothing.
He kicked them, only to cause Noob's corpse to turn over, exposing their neck.
Nothing.
Raising his boot, he stomped on their neck over and over again. A deafening crunch echoed through out the map, the sounds of their neck being trampled to mush followed suit.
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"Is this a glitch?" Ray asked, shoving his phone in your face. Even though you died unrelated to Slasher, somehow you triggered a kill animation.
"What kill animation is that?" You asked, as Slasher stomped on Noob way more than necessary. It was brutal, even if to you it looked like blocks slamming into each other.
"Kinda dreamy," You swooned.
"... We gotta get you a partner, dude," Ray shook his head.
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Round after round, after round, he found himself tormented by you.
Tormented by those sweet exclamations of adoration and praise. Declarations of want and desperate need.
And some other statements he'd rather not repeat, but was flattered none-the-less.
It was strange, based on your... riveting dialogue, you weren't talking to him, but rather ABOUT him. But to someone named... Ray. But he could care less about Ray. What gnawed at his mind, was a more pressing matter.
Who are you exactly?
What are you?
Where were you?
You seem to follow around Noob, like how the Necrobloxicon did to him, but the blonde didn't acknowledge your... commentary. Perhaps they were too focused on surviving, but there were somethings that even made Slasher stop in place a few times.
As another round began, his vision grew blurry and suddenly, he passed out.
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"Damn it!" You groaned, your screen froze. No matter how much you spammed your keys, you couldn't move. Then came the connection loss pop-up.
"Me too," Ray sighed, sitting up, "This update sucks ass. It can barely run without freaking out on me."
"Whatever, we'll play later," You stood up, taking a good stretch as you rolled your neck. You really gotta improve your posture... You then turned to Ray, who was hugging one of your pillows.
"Get the hell off my bed," You teasingly ordered him before chucking a pillow at him.
"Oh, by the way..." Ray smiled, letting you pummel him, "your mic was on."
"AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME???" You panicked, "Oh my god. That was so fucking embarrassing."
"I thought you knew," he snickered.
"If I did... I would've been more..." You trailed off, thinking about the semi-jokes you told. Some words were way too tender to be considered funny.
"Tame?" He tilted his head, his braids followed suit.
"Dude. Don't say that," You groaned, rubbing your temple.
"Don't worry, dumbass," He finally hoped off your bed, he nudged your shoulder as he casually walked to his side of the dorm. His tone was comforting for once, "We were the only ones with voice chat, I checked the server list."
You nodded, it was the principle of the matter, but what's done is done.
It's not like anyone actually heard you.
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Coding was a bitch. The developers knew that more than anyone. It was like Jenga, just one wrong move and it all comes crumbling down. Just forgetting to implement a line or even misspelling a command could destroy a game. Especially one so flimsy like Forsaken.
Local SlashlerModelAnchored=True.OnlyIfInBetweenRound
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The next day after class, you hoped onto Forsaken. Ray was out at his job, leaving you all alone to be a drain on society. Hoping onto Forsaken, you joined right after a round began.
Wandering around the lobby, you spoke into your mic, "Hello???? Anyone here?"
Nothing.
Whatever.
Tapping onto the spectate option, you proceeded to watch a round where Noli was wiping the floor with the lobby.
When you watched as the Noli began to charge at the 1337, you yelled at the screen, "No! HE'S BAITING YOU! RUN!"
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Slasher's eyes shot open. As he slowly regained his vision, he was met by a confusing sight.
Funny.
An inverse of where it all began.
The same green grassy baseplate he first spawned on was now above his head. The endless sky now below his feet, the only thing missing was its original blood red and timer.
That wasn't the only difference. Now there were now... statues of the survivors he once chased, alongside his fellow killers surrounding him. All of them stood in various rows and columns, all posed with their arms out and posture straight.
He raised hand to poke the Necrobloxicon, in an attempt to wake it. But it said nothing.
"Hello??? Anyone here?"
That voice.
You.
For once it sounded distant. Not the once omnipotent force that'd sent shivers down his spine. But... above. Like an angel.
His legs felt strangely stiff, as if he hadn't moved for days. Limping towards the spot he thought he heard you, passing by the row of Robloxians he's slaughtered countless times.
"No! HE'S BAITING YOU! RUN!"
There.
Swiping his right hand over his eye, he saw your silhouette glow through the thin barrier separating you.
There you were.
The red glow emitting from his eye searched the "ceiling" which was nothing but flat green studs. He couldn't reach the baseplate to dig through, it was too high up, even if he climbed onto Sixer's back.
Sighing, he swung his machete at the air, thrusting him a few studs forward as he wallowed in frustration. But then he turned to the left and saw his way out of here.
He didn't have to dig his way through. There was a much easier way of getting to and from place to place.
Teleportation.
And that pathetic hacker would help him. He'd make sure of it.
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Your avatar idled as you swiped through the shop. Spectating had gotten boring when it's mostly 1337s neglecting their teammates.
As you clicked on cute outfits to make Noob wear, you noticed a player suddenly approach you. Causing you to leave the menu and turn towards him.
"Hello," You waved at the Slasher cosplayer, "I like your Jason outfit. He's so cool."
He stared at you.
"Can you hear me?" You asked.
He jumped. You took that as a yes.
"Cool."
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007n7 awoke with a start. Before he could get a hold of his surroundings, he was violently shaken to the point his spider almost fell off his burger.
"P-p-please don't hurt me!" He cried, stumbling backwards. The brunet almost tripped on air, directly onto 1337. Luckily for n7, Slasher grabbed the dweeb by the arm and yanked him up straight. But during his fall, he noticed the frozen bodies of his allies and foes.
"What is this place?" 007n7 shook. Being in this hellscape meant that most things shouldn't shake him, but, there was something eerie about this... place specifically.
These Robloxians, these people he's known for a short time, he just saw them... alive and fighting for their lives against-- Wait.
The killers.
If they were frozen, that meant...
"Please. Let me see my son," n7 pleaded, his eyes wild with desperation, as he swerved his eyes around the void for those familiar red horns in the crowd of statues.
Slasher's grip tightened around his wrist as he shook his head. He pointed to himself, then to the baseplate above with urgency.
"Fine. I'll bring you up there," n7 nodded, he grit his teeth as he summoned his gui, "But I'm getting my son after."
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No matter where you went in the lobby, Slasher followed wordlessly. Up the stairs. In the dining area. By the campfire. Even on top of the cabin itself. Finally you made your way to the dock.
"Can you chat?" You asked him after what felt like an hour of silence when it was barely a few minutes.
He stood still for a moment.
Suddenly, you were prompted by a grey NPC dialogue textbox splashed onto your screen with a still of Slasher to the left. He looked so cute.
It read, "... A bit."
"NO FUCKING WAY??!" You yelled, causing Slasher to jump.
"Voice that bad?" His text shook slightly, as if he struggled to speak.
"N-no?," You stammered, "I'm just shocked you can hear me and you're an NPC."
He shook his avatar, as if to signify he was shaking his head.
"What? You're not an NPC?"
He jumped in agreement.
Man. This update patch is crazy. The devs had to have implemented AI or something.
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"What is he planning?" 007n7 narrowed his eyes as he watched Slasher shyly approach a person he's never seen before. He meant to teleport to Coolkidd, but he had to wait for his cooldown to hit zero, then after it did that, he felt strangely compelled to stay.
Rubbing his temple, he leaning against a tree hidden behind a bunch of shrubbery.
Something was off.
That area he was stuck in... He's only seen places like that in video games. Models of characters t-posing under the map as to make the game run easier by pre-loading assets.
He's done it so many times before during his college days before adopting Coolkidd and even taught the kid how to hack a game to see how its insides worked.
Oh, Coolkidd.
007n7 shook at the thought of bringing his son up here. To destroy his perception of reality. Could Kidd even handle it?
He couldn't wake up his son when he was in such a state. He had to be real. He felt real. He remembered so much. His glory days. His time in rehab. The first time he ever held Coolkidd. That had to be real. It needed to be.
He wasn't equipped for this.
Finally biting the bullet, 007n7's GUI flickered into existence.
Maybe Builderman would know what to do.
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a/n:
Nobody asked for this. But me. I genuinely needed a refresher when writing AYS since I got into a mindnumbing writer's block. I decided to do so via awesome treat in between uploads.
Jason is my favorite 40-something-year-old man ever.
We need more Slasher/Jason lovers. I wanted to write this as respectfully as possible towards those with hydrocephalus (not making light of his symptoms nor woobifying him).
I might do a part two at some point.
The coding I wrote is BULLSHIT btw idk how lua works😭
(click 4 higher quality!!!) that moment you realize the self-aware accounts are able to make other accounts self-aware too
(yapping below the cut!!!)
i love ur self-aware roblox concept its so awesomesauce!!! here is the first gift i’ve finished so far, inspired by this ask from hio anon (shoutout to hio anon!!! we all love hio anon!!!) specifically 007n7 talking about our brand new child (my little digital homunculus son… i love u my digital homunculus son)
also the builderman doodle, non-ask box edition! more builderman doodles to come teehee
lalalalala i love being self-indulgent!!! frolics around with joy and whimsy!!!! hope u enjoy and have a great day/night!!! remember to stay hydrated and get urself a snack if you need it (a snack… at 4 am even… 🤔🤔🤔)
Hey! Good Morning/Night! I've read all of your yandere!self aware!Au with the avatars and such(Builderman, Roblox, Telamon, C00lkidd, 0o7n7,etc) and I must say, I LOVE your fics!
After I was done, an idea struck me.
How would they react if reader wouldn't be online like a week or two on Roblox cause; of too much work, being sick, going somewhere or just the power shut down.
How would they react when reader is offline for such long time? Would they think that we died? Would they be worried? Would they try to contact us outside of Roblox?(Ex. 0o7n7 somehow found a way to contact you and access our device and files or something like that), Would they blame eachother?
And how would they react after we get back online? Would they bombard us with texts? Would they be clingier than before? Would they even leave us alone?
It would be nice to also add other admins/hackers in my opinion(1x1-the avatar with the grey skin, Stickmasterluke, Tubers93, or even John Shedletsky gets his account "hacked" and it becomes self aware! That was examples! You could add whoever you want, that's up to you bro! Can I call you bro? I call everyone bro or vro😀...)
PS.Your art is yummy.
:3
Less small fics, more headcanons lol
Btw you soo sweet!!
As someone who regularly loses Internet bout every 4 months, this is really fun lol.
Lol putting this here cuz it gets really bad, reader uses you/your and we/our pronouns and flip flops between the two, cuz we're bad at writing
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Starting with telamon cuz we've kinda touched on this. Man hates it when your gone, going to work sleeping, getting groceries, any this that gets you off of Roblox telamon hates, and will be salty just because we decided to not stay up with him all night cuz we have to be somewhere in the morning. Why won't you stay up all night to watch him pwn noobs? but noo you want to get to the job you hate, why don't you quit then you could be playing with him all the time.
But you staying off for long periods of time, nu uh. Telamon HATES that. You being gone for a week is torture, telamon doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. Pwning noobs doesn't feel good if you're not there needing help or watching. He feels so lost. Telamon can't access us off Roblox, but this would push him. He needs you. why would you leave?
After this "situation" telamon finds ways to access the device you have Roblox on (witch depending on if you play Roblox on the computer like I do, or the phone, depends on how useful this is for him).
And then once you return he needs anwsers from us, and depending on what they are depends on the reaction.
If we were just swamped with work, and didn't have the time, telamon's reaction (like any time our work comes up) is to tell us to quit our job. Very salty that you CHOSE work over him. Don't you love him? Why would you leave for that long, for something you hate nonetheless.
If it was because of your Internet or power going out, he's softer. He'll begrudgingly accept this. Still a little mad. Why didn't you tell him you needed the money? Isn't that job of your supposed to keep you afloat. If you need more money, he's certain that his creator wouldn't notice some bills missing from a credit card he left on one of his alts.
Oh but if it's for another reason, let's say that the stress from all of these avatars causing trouble for you too much and you needed a break. I.e you play things OTHER that Roblox.. oh he's mad, you made him feel empty because you were having fun doing something else. No no no. Not again. The device you play Roblox on will no longer turn of, that button doesn't work, the only way to get it to turn off is to remove power from it, even then as soon as it gets power, it will turn itself right back on and open Roblox.
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0o7n7 is one that begrudgingly accepts that you have to get off of Roblox sometimes. He doesn't like it, but he understands it. Plus+ it allows him to "have some alone time", i.e.he wants to go terrorize children who are up past their bed time. You're off the hook.for now.
Then.. you just don't log on. Initially he's fine, he can handle you not being around for one day. It then slowly, over the course of the days that we're gone, breaks him. Fine, he has important things to do too. Is this some way of teasing him, he won't fall for it. He should be the one doing this to you, your not doing the whole teasing thing right. He'll do this to you, see how you like it. can't you see that your making him so sad. Why can't you just come home.
As from before, depending on why you left will depend on how he acts.
Work is being too much? Fine. Guess he'll just have to handle that. But he NEVER wants you to do that again. If you play Roblox on your phone, he will ask (make) you to login during breaks to let him know you're there still.
Internet or power on the frits. Hm, fine. He can't stay mad at you for that. Let's go pwn some kids with hacks to take our mind off of things.
But you leaving.. on purpose. No no no no no. WHY. You don't get to do that, not to him. You, making him feel small, insignificant, on purpose. He usually hacks for fun, but when all of your favorite games are under maintenance, for code reasons. You should know who did it.
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Understanding is what builderman is. He knows you need sleep, he knows we need to work, and he knows that sometimes things can get to be too much and we need to dip. He understands and will encourage us to take breaks for whatever reason we have.
But you being gone for so long is a test of patience for builderman. He knows and he understands, he really does, but there's something at the back of his mind, telling him things that make him less of that. He's worried for us, our safety. He knows you're alive, but what if you need help, need him. Builderman does have access to your devices, and with this will look at all of your activities to see what you're doing. Look it's like you never left.
He'll start going kinda crazy, in a conspiracy theory way. You only listened to one song before going to watch a normal video, it must be a cry for help. He can't help you from where he is now, but maybe if he throws himself into studying the messed up code maybe he could :)
Once you return builderman doesn't ask why you left, instead seeming as clingy as ever (you can't fill a bar up over 100 %).
If it was work keeping you away from Roblox. All of his worry's melt away. He knows it was just a rough patch, he shouldn't have doubted you.
Internet? Power? Oh no. He had a right to be worried. Why didn't you let him know, he would have had that taken care of if you did.
Oh, you were just, doing other things? For that long? Without letting him know? He knows it's nice to get off the platform, but for this long? Why, why would you do this to him? He was so worried about you, but now he realizes he should have been worried for other reasons. What could be more important that him?? Did you find someone new?? Is he not making you happy? What can he do, he'll do anything!
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1x1x1x1 is completely fine with you leaving and isn't mad you ended the game of cat and mouse early for sleep (lie). Absolutely HATES when you leave, but will make fun of telamon if you get off after being with him.
But then you're gone, and you're gone, and you're still gone. You being around makes them angry, but you being gone this long? Oh boy. Why are you doing this, weren't they nice to you (there version of nice at least). When you come back your inbox is gonna be full to the brim, with messengers from 1x1, calling you names, being all around sour. There gonna pwn you so bad once you get back, maybe seeing your avatar's guts spill out will make them feel better and show you not to leave again. (Sounds gory but too us, it's just a ragdoll. 1x1 is so over dramatic).
No matter the reason, the outcome is the same. 1x1 will chase you through games and servers, killing you in anyway they can, and if the game won't allow them to pwn, they'll just cheat and do it themselves.
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lol wanted to add john and Jane doe, and maybe Roblox, but this is way longer that it was supposed to be and tagging this will be rough. Along with that we had no ideas for them lol. So if you want to see them with this prompt, just send us an ask about it!!
Your friend [Builderman✔] has joined the experience.
[Builderman✔]: Hello friend! How are you? Need any help with anything?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Oh- hi Builderman! Nah. This is a hangout game, so there's nothing I need help with.
[Builderman✔]: Nice. Hm… (Builderman looks around) Lot of interesting players around here. Why aren't you talking with them?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: ....Uh…. ((Oh man, how am I going to tell him that the new chat update made it, so I rarely get to talk with people. I rely on him and the other avatars to play games that require chatting. Should I lie?)) I- guess I'm just not cool enough to make new friends. I don't know what other people like.
[Builderman✔]: Well, you can't please them all. Hahaha! But I'll let you in on a little bit of Robloxia culture. (Builderman winks.) We robloxians have a bias toward how rich someone is.
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Wait, for real!?
[Builderman✔]: Hahaha, yes! Since we robloxians can change our bodies and skin color anytime, we don't really have racism here, yet we still find ways to separate others. I guess that's just nature for any sentient life, hahaha!
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: ....
[Builderman✔]: Haaaa~ Anyway, we go by a more class or monetary prejudice. The more money you have, the better you are treated. And to show others that you have money, you get expensive clothing and gamepasses. Like that player over there. (He points to the one that's dressed as a knight and surrounded by other players.) Check their avatar.
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: (You do just as he says. Scrolling through what they're wearing, you find the sword on their back cost 150,000 robux.) WHOA!!!
[Builderman✔]: Yep, hahaha! Of course, most people wouldn't realize that until they checked them out. So making an attention grabbing outfit is key. Would you like a sword just like that, [Player]?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: What?! Like, right now???
[Builderman✔]: Sure. I can get you the same one as that or a different one, if you'd like? All I ask is for you to continue supporting my future endeavors.
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: ...Eh- it's not really my style, honestly.
[Builderman✔]: Then how about I give you a stipend of robux for this week? Let's say… 10k as of now? Should be enough for you to try out different aesthetics and see what you like. I'm sure you still have roblox plus to get discounts, yeah?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Yes… *sigh* Fine. I'll take the money and go to the marketplace sometime soon.
[Builderman✔]: Good! I will have Roblox to transfer the money to you shortly. (He nods) Well, I should be going now. But before I do, do you want me to get you some gampasses for this experience?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: ...Yeah.
[Builderman✔]: Good [Player].
More Corporate Greed! Builderman coming your way! This is also a bit of a headcanon of mine if a human ever dropped in Robloxia. I don't know what I was doing making this. Just trying something new. Fic is coming along nicely. Might post it tonight.
warnings: Telamon, “put a tw I’m on a diet”, very slightly obsessive
format: headcanons
type: fluff, lightly romantic
important notes: Telamon uses he/them. he also speaks in the third person.
Reader will be spoken in the second person and third person (they/them). Reader’s user is [USERNAME].
summary: different games that Telamon plays with you
Horror games (in general), Bedwars, Dandy’s world, phighting
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thanks for your kind words anon. i kinda am nervous about my writing style so im glad i could be of service for your eyes
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“Pro Gamer”
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horror games
He isn’t all too interested about horror games as a genre, but he finds specific types of games to be so bad and cash-grabby to the point it’s funny.
Just ask, he’ll buy you those fuckass rocket launchers. Or pay to jump scare you
Although, don’t be fooled by his dry humored commentary. If you look closely, you can see his avatar flinch at jump scares.
Sadly, he cannot scream like a little girl because they do not have a voice. He would
If it’s possible, expect them to try to keep the monster’s attention focused purely on him.
He likes the “feeling” of adrenaline, of course.
His ass is making you carry when there is a puzzle. They’re smart enough but like, they just don’t wanna.
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Telamon ✓: Come out, it left
[USERNAME]: u say that yet i know damn well that u died
Telamon ✓: He doesn’t know what you are talking about. That was the wind.
[USERNAME]: dont lie to me boy
[USERNAME]: ur corpse is right there
Your avatar stares at the bloody mess in front of the closet you reside in.
Telamon ✓: That’s not him
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Bedwars
They definitely play offensive kits like Freiya (ice dagger), Hannah (instant kill), Barbarian (kill = better sword), Lian (firebrand), Void Knight (fat and greedy), Yuzi (dashing/illumina)… and Santa.
(Bro bought all the available kits with robux)
He’s a little confused and disappointed at the way the combat is, since it’s just spamming but is willing to give it a chance since there are a lot more things rather then the art of swordsmanship.
Give this loser the maximum of 3 hours and he already knows how to effectively incorporate building mid fight.
He’s the reason why the round last for so long (20+ minutes). He camps middle and doesn’t care about breaking the other team’s bed, letting either the timer or you break the bed.
This is also another way for you to keep you playing with him.
See an exploiter flying? Give Telamon a head hunter.
(That’s a type of really deadly sniper)
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[USERNAME]: are you
[USERNAME]: gonna use all of those kits
Telamon ✓: Telamon doesn’t know
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Dandy’s world
Plays pebble
Plays extractor pebble
Plays distractor
The ultimate ragebaiter
Definitely kites (distracts) right next to you if you’re playing a higher stealth character.
This isn’t only for private runs btw. These hands are rated E for everyone.
This does make him a big target to griefers. Hell, whole teams ganged up on him. Though, he’s just too damn good.
Totally not because he’s a sentient AI or whatever hahaha
First time he played, he got to floor 16. He died to shrimpo. He’s still salty about it till this day.
Has all the masteries to flex. He has nothing better to do, can you blame them?
^ bugged you to play the whole time, since he won’t play unless their with you.
^^ you guys have a discord server for sound boards and bots so he can spam you with “can we play?”
Complains about shirmpo’s mastery the whole time. Telamon will deny this.
The rage baiter gets rage baited by squirm
Very good/fast at learning. Except when it comes to twisted squirm.
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You can hear a death sound in the distance. This is a duo run, which means…
Telamon ✓: i hate you
Telamon ✓: i hate you
Telamon ✓: i hate you
Telamon ✓: i hate you
Telamon ✓: i hate you
Telamon ✓: i hate you
Telamon ✓: i hate you
Telamon ✓: i hate you
Telamon ✓: i hate you
Telamon ✓: i hate you
Telamon ✓: # #### ###
Telamon ✓: # #### ###
Telamon ✓: #####
Telamon ✓: #####
[USERNAME]: who was it
Telamon ✓: #####
Telamon ✓: Fatty
Telamon ✓: Fatty
Telamon ✓: Why are you so round.
Telamon ✓: All you do is eat books and die.
[USERNAME]: squirm?
Telamon ✓: fat round insect
[USERNAME]: so
[USERNAME]: squirm
[USERNAME]: got it
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[USERNAME]: dude
[USERNAME]: this is the fifth time
[USERNAME]: look up
Telamon ✓: Telamon declines your request.
[USERNAME]: if i get a heart attack its on you
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Phighting
Their roster is Sword, Biograft, Banhammer, and Coil
Favorite map: can you guess?
Sword is his number one go to and they often use the Follower Sword skin. Occasionally Sunburst but, that’s when he wants to mix it up.
Are you a rocket main? He’s gonna casually mention Sworket for whatever reason, wink wink nudge nudge.
He’s definitely a pit bull Biograft, probably gets a pentakill/pwned every 2 matches. He wears the beta graft skin 100%.
They have an ego of a Banhammer, and his skills definitely can back it up. Everyone is catching strays. Strays? I mean his phinisher that can insta kill any enemy under the 50% health threshold. They don’t use any skins for Banhammer.
Plays coil simply because they are considered the most difficult phighter to play. He doesn’t use any of the skins, as he doesn’t use coil all too often
He doesn’t care if they go to open servers or pro servers, he’ll always make you party leader because he is aware for his rather unfair skill level.
Gets the average of 25/0/7 (K/D/A kill, death, assists).
Are you a healing support main? Expect to get spam pinged if he even has ONE shield chipped off.
Ragequits the game after one death. Just wait half a minute and he’ll rejoin, probably begging you to server hop with him if your server is full.
Hunting you down after a round has finished, beware.
But if he’s on your team, they’ll always endorse you. If you don’t endorse them back, he’ll be depressed and try harder. (For everyone else’s sake, endorse him)
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Telamon endorsed you!
[Rocket] mini0zo: bro
[Rocket] mini0zo: this sword
[Rocket] mini0zo: hop off the game and take a shower
[Katana] lun4r_air: i bet they’re past level 1000, Jesus Christ.
[Sword] Telamon: :)
[USERNAME]: oh my god bruh
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Mhmmzngnfbdv i think I should actually focus on writing any other characters
