partners who wake you up with their tongue lapping at your cunt, slipping between your slick folds and circling around your clit, making you jolt awake from your slumber. your hand reaches for their hair, pulling and grasping at the strands.
your orgasm comes sweetly, washing over you like warm water and leaving you half-lidded. but before you can fall back asleep, they continue — mouth not leaving your over-sensitive pussy as they lap up your cum, drinking it down like water.
your moans turn into yelps and pleas of "wait- stop!" as overstimulation takes over, making you shake and tremble. your hands grasp at their shoulders as you try to pry them up.
"i'm up! i'm up!" you shout, fists weakly pounding on their back as they finally pull back from your sensitive sex, a string of spit and slick connected to their chin.
"good morning, princess," they say with a smug smile as your left huffing and puffing, "rise and shine."
if youi could...... telamon x reader artrwork........ maybe add a little tinge of freaky in that... lace that shit with freak sponge me boy!
TELAMON (SHEDLETSKY) x Y/N (FREAKY🔥)
𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮👅…
AAnywaysss I should definitely stop gate keeping some art away from you guys, the amount of art I’ve got that I don’t post is INSANE maybe I should stop gate keeping things 😼
Since I literally FEED from peoples comments on my artwork , which literally is my motivation to keep going (please leave a comment on my art don’t be shy I don’t bite heh😌😼, it makes my day all the better and gives me motivation to keep drawing 😋✨)
SO I HAD THIS OLD DOODLE PLANNED BUT I DIDNT FEEL LIKE POSTING IT MUAAHAHAHA😈🔥
「 MY STRATEGY, STRATEGY WILL GET YA, GET YA, BABY! 」
Various! Forsaken! x GN! Flirty! Reader
warnings: none
notes: already have a Strategy title but why not? most of these "flirty comments" sound so awkward I'm so sorry☹️💔
♡ — 007n7
The first few times you flirt with him, he waves it off with an awkward chuckle, thinking you’re just being nice to the washed-up guy who made too many mistakes.
You keep at it during rounds especially when he brushes against you or takes a hit for you— usually tossing lines like:
“Careful, you’re going to make me fall for you~”
Every time you do it, his voice falters just a bit when he answers, like he’s not sure how to respond without giving himself away.
In one particularly hard round, he throws himself between you and the killer, taking multiple hits so you can escape.
When you call him “your hero” he goes quiet and looks away quickly.
Later that night, sitting outside his cabin, he mutters under his breath:
“…Fine. You win. I like it when you say stuff like that.”
After that, he still gets flustered, but he doesn’t brush you off anymore.
♡ — Elliot
When you first try flirting, he responds with short, polite answers, clearly not interested in engaging. His tone makes it obvious—you’re not breaking through that wall easily.
You start changing tactics, complimenting his skill in rounds instead of just teasing him about his looks. When you praise his speed or the way he supports the team, he actually listens.
In one match, he dives in to heal you at the last second, narrowly saving you from being killed. You grin and say:
“My hero in red..”
And he just freezes mid-step—shocked and maybe confused.
From that point on, his responses to your flirting aren’t as cold—still guarded, but softer.
Eventually, after you toss him another line mid-round, he smirks faintly and says:
“Careful, I might start liking this.”
♡ — Shedletsky
The moment you start flirting, he doesn’t shy away—he fires right back, turning it into a battle of quips. If you say,
“You’re looking handsome tonight, pretty boy.”
he grins and says, “Of course, I have a reputation to maintain.”
At first, it’s all jokes between you, but the longer it goes on, the more you notice his smile lingers after your comments.
One evening by the cabins, you tell him in a quiet moment,
“You’re actually really good-looking when you’re serious.”
He stops, a flicker of something genuine in his eyes, and doesn’t make a joke for once.
After that, your flirting gets mixed with his subtle acts of protectiveness in rounds—taking hits for you, or distracting killers off your trail.
♡ — Two Time
Your early attempts at flirting are met with sly smiles and cryptic remarks like:
“You’re wasting your charm. My devotion is to the Spawn only.”
They never outright reject you, but they act as if nothing you say can truly get under their skin. You take it as a challenge.
You start weaving your flirting into moments where they least expect it—after they help you, when they pull off a perfect backstab, or when they trickstab. During one round, you breathlessly say:
“You’d look better smiling for me.”
When they stab the killer to buy you time. They hesitate just a fraction before running away with you.
The turning point comes when you compliment their loyalty and nerve, not just their looks. For the first time, they give you a genuine, if faint, smile.
Later, they tell you in a low voice—It’s the closest thing to giving in you’ve seen—and they don’t take it back.
“…You’re persistent. I almost admire it.. Come worship with me, the Spawn will be pleased with your behavior if you use it to worship.”
♡ — Azure
The first time you try flirting with him mid-chase, he doesn’t even respond. His purple eyes lock on you for a split second before he keeps moving, his expression unreadable.
You can almost feel the wall he’s putting up — as if letting you in is more dangerous than catching you.
You keep doing it every round you see him, weaving it into your chases:
“Careful, Azurewrath, I might just stop running if you keep staring like that.”
He never comments, but you notice the faintest twitch in one of his tentacles when you say it.
One round, you’re hiding behind a wall, holding your breath. He’s right there, scanning the area. You whisper just loud enough for him to hear.
“You’d be even prettier if you smiled for me.”
His head tilts a fraction, but he walks away without a word.
Over time, you notice he starts lingering longer during chases—not striking immediately, almost like he’s waiting to hear your next line.
The shift comes after you drop the teasing and sincerely compliment his precision in the round.
He pauses, eyes narrowing slightly, and mutters just loud enough for you to catch:
“…You’re persistent.”
The next round he's in, he still comes for you—but there’s a flicker of something more in his gaze, amusement?
♡ — 1x1x1x1
Your first flirt earns only a low, distorted laugh from them — the kind that makes your skin prickle. He acts like your words are just another form of entertainment.
You make it your mission to keep at it, tossing a new line every time she appear.
When they strike you from afar, you cough out a playful comment:
“If this is how you treat someone you like, I’m honored.”
At first, he respond with mockery:
“Like? No… I simply enjoy watching you squirm.”
But over the next few rounds, something shifts.
She starts prolonging chases, walking toward you slowly instead of rushing. It’s not mercy—but it’s not indifference either.
One time, you get cornered between a wall and their summoned minion. Instead of striking immediately, they tilt their head, red eyes narrowing as he study you in silence.
You grin up at her, and for a moment, the atmosphere changes—almost like they’re waiting to see if you’ll speak again before ending it.
♡ — Noli
The first time you throw a flirt his way, he's so caught off guard that he actually stops mid-swing— and blurts out, voice crackling:
“Wh–wh—what did you just–j-j—just say?!”
You grin, leaning into it, making your lines more absurd with every minute:
“Careful, my favorite crowned killer, I might let you catch me if you keep talking like that.”
His chaotic trash talk keep coming, but you can hear the extra stutter every time you drop a line. It’s almost too easy to derail his focus.
One match, he’s targeting you hard, and you juked him with a smirk:
“You’re almost making my heart race more than the chase theme.”
He stumbles just enough for you to get distance, sputtering,
“D–d-d-d—don’t flat—tter yours-s—s-self!”
The give-in moment comes when you catch him between loops and call him “the cutest you've ever seen.” Instead of stuttering, he lets out a laugh—a sharp, genuine laugh.
Then he lunges right back into the chase, but the hits feel almost playful now.
consider: forsaken character of your liking x self-aware READER, for a change
(i just think itd be really cool if reader manipulated the diagetic properties of the world to help the others since they're kind of "ability-less" yet pretending their game breaking IS their ability.)
ECHO THROUGH THE WORLDS. — FORSAKEN CAST x SELF AWARE!READER
tags; crack? this long set of hcs could be converted to a fic already
notes: hi i hope you like this...!! i wasn't sure what forsaken character, so i kinda put. all of them. also, i got really interested with this ask omg, pls send more scenarios regarding about this au
When you arrived in the realm, you couldn’t remember anything at all before coming.
You felt panicky, seeing that this somehow was familiar to you. This place, these people, were all so familiar to you.
Some survivors like Dusekkar and Guest 1337 would try to help you remember, moments before you got warped into this.
Yet you couldn’t remember at all, leaving the survivors curious.
Or so you say. You do recognize this place. and these people.
Because you actually got warped into Forsaken. A damn Roblox game.
But you couldn’t tell them! Oh no you wouldn’t. You would be regarded as crazy!
So you had to play along. Play along with the amnesia act.
But Two Time looked at you… very eerily. Like they knew what was your secret. But you brushed it off.
When the rounds started, you were worried. You didn’t know any of your abilities.
Still, Builderman helped you around with the ropes of the game. Starting with how to fix generators.
And great, 1x1x1x1’s the killer for this round. The sound of rattling echoed, before a swoosh was heard, coming closer, and closer.
You and Builderman scattered, along with other survivors in the area, barely missing the huge Mass Infection slash.
When the round progressed, you tried to help everyone you came across. Giving Bloxy Colas or Medkits you’ve found (because you knew every location).
And each time you helped a singular survivor, there was this ring in your ear.
Just by your help, literally everyone was buffed.
The Sentinels’ duration of stuns were longer. Chance was even luckier with his coin tosses, Shedletsky’s windup with his sword was shorter, Guest 1337’s block was longer, and Two Time’s second life was quicker to fill up.
The Supports’ could help in a more farther range and yes, longer duration. Elliot’s pizza could stay longer if not picked up, Dusekkar’s shield could be cast more farther than closer, Builderman’s sentries had more durability, and Taph’s tripwire could extend more, and could put more than three subspace tripmines.
The Survivalists’ could last longer. 007n7’s clones took more hits, and his c00lgui teleports were quicker. Noob could consume any of their items without being slowed down.
The survivors were clueless to how this happened, before eyes laid on you.
You quickly conjured up a reason. “Maybe… This is my ability?”
When you knew damn well it was because of you. You were self aware. You knew you were in a game. And it somehow allowed you to break it.
Whenever you helped any one of them, that sound in your ear could be heard. And after that, their abilities were enhanced.
Whatever it was, they were glad that it could somehow reduce The Spectre’s influence on their abilities. They had more freedom to use their abilities to their full potential.
And you could subtly cue survivors if resources were nearby. Think of it like this; a game highlighting an item in your view, a visual cue—that’s what you’re doing. Subconsciously.
You could add things to the world also. If a certain area was too dark— oh, why are there torches conveniently placed around there?
No Bloxy Cola or Medkit? What do you mean? There’s literally one right next to you.
Other than that, after you discovered not only you can tamper with the Survivor’s abilities, you could also tamper with the Killers!
And expectedly, the killers HATED you. Hell, you were their most top priority than any support! (Cough. Elliot.)
Noli’s Void Rush was shorter now, and he couldn’t control it completely like before; he’d most often crash into walls.
c00lkidd’s minions were more quick to disappear, and his walkspeed override was also quite uncontrollable like Noli’s. (Same with Mafioso with his goons.)
John Doe’s Corrupt Energy spikes were halved to 13, covering a shorter range; thus trapping made it difficult for him.
Even if Slasher was in an enraged state—he wasn’t immune to stuns like he used to.
1x1x1x1’s windups with their slashes were made longer.
And it wasn’t long before The Spectre noticed the abnormalities in rounds.
But oh no, it couldn’t eliminate you from damnation because you literally broke its realm. Congrats.
For kinktober day 3 what I will be writing for is hybrids! This is a personal request from a friend. I don’t have much to talk about so let’s get into it! Ruts for all of them even tho I know animals don’t get into ruts like this but it’s hybrid rules so….
Shedletsky
No question that he will be a bird hybrid. Do you think I’m original?
Will stick you on his cock and just lay on you. Like full pressing his weight on you as he comfortably has his wings wrapped around you.
Is extremely affectionate and is constantly wanting your attention. Even if you are giving him attention if it isn’t fully on him he’ll grind against you while loudly clucking at you.
Rub and scratch his wings and he’ll go fucking crazy. Especially if it’s the base of his wings. You two are just chilling while he’s balls deal in you, one stroke of you hands against his wings and he’s already starting to pound into you.
Shedletsky’s rut is every spring and fall. His ruts last around 7 days and are more intense than regular. During this time he’ll get territorial and even more needy than before. Long sessions with breaks inbetween. A comfortable nest where he takes you in that’s mixed with your clothe and other blankets.
Two time
A cat hybrid because they’re so meow meow.
Will wrap their tale around you to keep your legs still while their mouth goes to absolute town down there.
Will rub their head against you as a way of scenting you.
Loves holding you against the them as they nibble at your neck. Wrapping their arms, legs, and tail. Keeping you still so they can make an art piece out of your neck. Maybe even letting you hump against their leg if your good enough!
Their ruts happen in the winter. Two time’s ruts lasts short then most for around 3-4 days but is more intense then normal. Usually gets more desperate and erratic leading up to and during their rut. Doesn’t care to much about nest but DOES care that they’re in a 5 inch radius of you. You are NOT pissing alone lil bro💔.
Chance
This might come as a surprise to some of you but I feel like he would be a fox hybrid!
Extremely playful and will playfully brush his tail against sensitive spots on your body to tease you.
Another chronic biter. His teeth are sharp so he is carful. LOVES biting anywhere that’s prominently smells like u.
Absolutely LOVES getting pet when he’s doing a good job in the bedroom. This is helpful especially if you’re to fucked our for verbal replies.
Chance’s rut is during the summer time. His ruts are normal and it’s usually a regular intensity that will get a bit more intense in the middle of his rut. Gets more antsy and flustered leading up to his rut. Another one who just needs to be by you, but definitely isn’t as clingy as Two Time.
Guest 1337
As you guessed a wolf hybrid!
He has very good hearing so any breathy whimper or small moan you let out WILL be heard.
Refuses to admit he has a sensitive spot on the back of his ears, doesn’t mean he’ll stop you from scratching at it.
Very careful with his teeth, doesn’t wanna accidentally hurt you when you guys are making out.
His ruts are usually in the summer. They usually last a normal amount for around 4-5 days. He has a normal rut and it really isn’t special. Though he gets less anxious about his strength and uses it A LOT. Gonna leave that up to your imagination.
Builderman
Some might disagree but I can see builderman being a bear.
Gently uses his claws when his hands are digging into you’re hips or sides.
Not surprisingly very cozy during intimacy. Likes to nuzzle his head against your collarbone.
Sleepy cock warming is a MUST with him. At least once a week for him or we’ll be restless.
His rut is in the spring and fall. His rut is pretty normal two with intercity and length. Though he gets more territorial and more bold. When I say bold he will full bust inside you, take a moment to gather himself. Then nuzzle against you as he asks to go again with in a span of a minute.
Taph
Taph is another bird hybrid!
Will flap their wings in a sigh of pleasure, take it as their own way of moaning.
Will wrap her wings around you to press you closer to them while they’re thrusting deep inside!
Wants to see you decorated in their feathers in one way or another.
His ruts are usually in the fall. They last around 5 days sometimes 6 if he’s extra built up. During this time Taph needs you in every sense of the way. Using all senses to just fully surround himself in you.
Elliot
No doubt in my mind that Elliot is a jackrabbit. (Not really a rabbit but a hare bust still the fastest of its kind:3)
Elliot’s tail is ALWAYS wagging when he’s around you (especially inside of you.)
You one time out a bell on his tail because they kept denying that his tail wags. First few seconds he was on you that shit was jingling LOUDLY.
Truly loves up to the notion of being a fast rabbit. This man’s pace is lethal.
Elliot’s ruts usually are in spring but can sometime come a little bit earlier. Their ruts are similar to Two time’s with being short in time but quite intense. He needs to CONSTANTLY be inside of you or he will loose his mind. He’ll of course give you a break but he just needs that cookie bad.
Dusekkar
It’s pretty clear he would be a deer hybrid.
Gets nervous that he might hurt you with his antlers so he needs extra comfort!
Though An upside is that Dusekkar’s antlers are a great place to stabilizer yourself when he’s lost in pleasure.
Another survivor who has godly stamina. Bro can go for like 3 rounds and won’t even sweat.
His ruts usually are in the spring or summer. Out of everyone his ruts are the least intense but they last around a normal time. During his rut he will grow very impatient and needy then he usually is. Though will still be respectful like always.
Noob
I feel like Noob would be a dog hybrid.
A very ecstatic and hyper hybrid. That also comes with the cost with constantly being needy.
Will whine if you don’t pet them. Will full on use their puppy dog eyes against you if you stop petting them.
Slobbers on you A LOT. LKE I’m talking licking your entire face while they’re happily pumping away.
Noob’s rut surprisingly happens in the fall. Their ruts last a normal time and have a normal intensity. During their rut they can get super needy. Constantly needing you touching and giving them attention in one way or another.
007n7 (post c0lKid)
007n7 would also be a dog hybrid. I’m mostly saying dog hybrid because of this one DELICIOUS fanart I saw of him.
Another little freak who loves scenting you. Rubbing against you ass his cock is slotted right between your thighs.
007n7’s ears will start to twitch when he’s getting close.
Please pull his tail. Came without hesitation the first time you pulled his tail.
His rut is usually in the summer. His rut usually lasts around 4 days though it is more intense than normal. Will get more dominant and bolder than usual. Though he does get super whiny.
KILLERS
Noli
I think it would be pretty fitting that Noli is a panther.
This evil evil man uses his prickly tongue against you for PURE EVIL. Especially licking your extra sensitive parts with a type of roughness that just sends you into orbit.
Loves sneaking his tail up your clothe randomly. Will think quickly pull it out like he didn’t do anything.
Will graze his teeth against your neck teasingly. Randomly sinking them in when you’d least expect it.
Noli’s rut is in the fall. Poor you it lasts around a week and it’s INTENSE. You will not be leaving that bedroom if you don’t need to eat or go to the bathroom. Though he gives you amazing aftercare.
1x
Another bird hybrid because :p.
More embarrassed when her wings flap in pleasure. She’ll try to get you to moan louder when her wings get to restless.
Will let your hands tug at they’re wings because it’s you, not just because it feels really good.
Will use his wings as a blanket for aftercare. Tuck you close to them as he keeps you close.
1x’s ruts are in the spring. They don’t last too long but are also more intense than normal. During their ruts they’ll get more aggressive and a bit greedy, but will constantly check in on you to make sure you’re ok.
John Doe
I know for a fact that he would be a bear hybrid.
Will lazily nibble on your neck as he’s balls deep inside of you. Will be unmoving it’s actually impressive.
Is very careful with his claws, but that doesn’t stop him from digging them in a little bit when they’re pressed against your hips.
John Doe will press his ears up against your chest as he grinds into you. The sound of your heart beat making him feel content.
His rut is in the summer. It lasts around a week but is somewhat mild. During this time he gets more restless and needy. Usually having you pressed up against him
Authors note: IM FUCKING STUPID!!! I finshed this hours ago. I thought I posted it but no my dumbass had it as drafts. Someone publicly execute me..
What if the reader is a TV host? Like full on 'WELCOME TO THE SHOW' with bright luminous lights in the background kinda guy. you can take the liberty on whether they are a desperate attention seeker or a creepy Mandela catalogue kinda host. But it's just the reader is a big yapper with bright attention seeking colors.
I'm thinking the reader doesn't really know if their killing cuz their desensitized to the show biz and just think everything 'all part of the network folk!'
They might also be one of the worst killers because they are more used to being an omnipotent narrator then an in action kinda host.
I just think it be really funny if reader hits the survivors with the SPARKLE ON! IT'S WEDNESDAY! DON'T FORGET TO BE YOURSELF!!!
HEEEEEELP ME THIS IS SUCH A PEAK IDEA,, wow look at me doing my first both survivors and killers,, this is why this took so long btw 😭😭
ANYWAYS I KINDA MESSED UL THE BANNER SINCE YOU SAID BRIGHT COLORS BUT ILL WRITE FOR BRIGHT COLORS COUGH
defo ooc an typos but idrc 😭
coughs ENJOY
Forsaken Characters × TV Host!Killer!Reader
Noob
well,, they are definetly scared of you, like they are of everyone else that has a job to get rid of them all.
They're not wrong for it too, better be safe than sorry!
Although you are the killer that has probably caused the least harm to them, since your,, killing,, skills are a bit rusty
You randomly pause, come up to them, and ask random questions. Like you're still on stage.
Most of the time, they don't answer, quickly drinking a cola and running away as fast as they can.
Elliot
Hes,, pretty neutral about you.
Not really worried about you being a threat, since most of the time he can easily loop you.
You definitely greet him with something along the lines of "Hello pizza boy !!" With an almost mocking tone, and to be completely honest, he doesnt even mind at this point.
When you randomly ask him questions, most of the time he just ignores you and runs away to heal Chance (again,,)
But there are times when he does actually answer, just for giggles (and he has been wondering what happens if he does)
When he answers correctly, you play loud correct buzzer noises and money sounds which are REALLY obnoxious btw,,, and for the rest of the round, you mostly spare him.
And when he answers wrong,, well,, i think you know how that goes,
Shedletsky
Ah,, its not like he can complain.
It is refreshing to NOT have the creation of hatred targetting him the whole round and making his life a living hell.
And he does find your persona amusing
Probably one of the people that mostly plays along with your stupid gameshow questions, just for shits and giggles
So most of the time when he sees you are the killer, he just lets out a sigh of relief
Also youre easy to stun,,,,, but shhh we dont talk about that!!!
Guest 1337
Its all the same to him.
Wether or not you spare him, he WILL be stunning you and he WILL be protecting his team.
Deadass refuses to answer your questions. Will not be caught interacting with a killer that makes his life here a pain. (like all killers)
Although, you are one of the hardest killers to block-bait. You can pretty much tell right away trough his facade that he just wants to get that punch in. Hes not using that medkit since you didnt hit him. even once.
He doesnt like you. Why should he?? You play games with the minds of some survivors since they see you as 'chill'. He does not like this.
Two Time
i dont think anyone can really talk normaly to this insane motherfucker,
everytime you ask them any question 'for your gameshow' they just laugh manically before STABBING YOU.
Then running away and talking about some "praise the spawn" shit,,
i think the dislike most likely goes both ways
Chance
You and the gambler get along quite well, actually!!
Well, as much as a killer and survivor can even get along.
Everytime youre the killer hes the first to run to you, hoping you ask him one of those questions and he can just chill for the rest of the round if they gets it right.
Probably the one who answers you the most, and you have to respect the gambling,, some of your other tv shows basically involve it too, so yeah
I think they actually watched one of your tv shows a while back,,, so he probably recognized you,
007n7
He actually watched your TV shows and Gameshows before all of this (like the dad he is,,,,) so he recognized you pretty quickly
He was quite shocked when you first randomly decided to stop the chase and ask him a question.
He paused for like almost a minute, completely lost in thought before you went "Time is TICKING!!!" with your robotic voice
And then he answered, wrong.
Which meant he was getting locked onto, (he died like 30 seconds later)
Although, the next time you asked him again, he answered correctly!! And you just,, basically left him. Alone with his thoughts.
Well, he cant really complain, a break is nice once in a while
Builderman
Hes Builderman. The CEO of roblox. Of course he knew you.
Actually, he made a guest apperance in one of your episodes!! So he already knew you (well, kinda) before this.
And he cant really complain that much about your whole 'asking gameshow questions' thing, since most of the time he gets them right, and can help the teammates in peace.
Even though he doesnt always answer, when he does, he gets most of them right. Probably because more than a half of them are about Roblox and its history.
You like to call him your "NUMBER ONE!!!" and he has gotten MULTIPLE dirty looks for that, since some survivors now think you guys had something going on,, not good for his image and reputation. So he was pretty quick to dismiss those rumors,
Dusekkar
DUSEKKAAAAARRRRR🤤🤤
Well, he certaintly thinks youre intresting.
Not only are you asking him easy questions, but you will also spare him if he answers correctly? He cant really complain, huh
Youre quite persistent on asking him a lot of questions, 'gameshow' questions. Which are a piece of cake to him, although sometimes you cant really understand his phrasing quite well,, You just display a blue question mark on the top of your head out of nowhere, hoping that he can redeem himself before you decide that you dont want that answer to pass.
You also call him some stupid 'charmer' nicknames, something along the lines of "Pumpkin!!!!" or even sometimes Matt (since you heard Shedletsky call him that once,)
Hes actually quite shocked, even a bit flustered when he hears you call him by some names that you made up on the spot, or even his real name,
Taph
This fella,
He tries SO HARD to answer your questions correctly in his emoji speech ((i know a lot of ppl heacanon him as a sign language user but just for this fic im using his canon speech)), but you cant really understand it, so he never passes in your eyes,
He does like messing with you!! Youre probably one of the killers that falls for his traps the most out of everyone else
((i dont have anything else to say for him,,,,
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·Killers.
1×1×1×1｡𖦹°‧
You REALLY piss her off,
Bright flashing lights, loud sounds, and that fuckass voice of yours thats always cheerful,, it just gets on his nerves.
And the way you KEEP ASKING THOSE QUESTIONS. They rarely even answer, and she REALLY wants to get rid of you,
But he does entertain your little 'gameshow' vision sometimes, and most of the time, they answer correctly (they are a hater,, not an idiot,,)
Instead of you letting her go and not killing them like the survivors, the killers get little stupid prizes for answering correctly, and they dont really suffer any consequences if they answer wrong.
The prizes range from a stupid bright glittery pen with your face plastered over it, to just random stickers.
1x1x1x1 always keeps the little trinkets in a drawer in his cabin,, what?? you never know when they can come in handy!!
John Doe
as much as you try and try, and try and try and try to get him to even say one word when you ask him questions,, he just doesnt.
Probably cause he geniuenly cant,, the bright flashing lights of your design and your loud robotic voice,, he cant really comprehend what youre asking him in due time,,
Although, hes pretty neutral towards you, you even gave him a pen out of pure pity for him,,
Noli-.ᐟ.ᐟ
You guys actually match eachothers freak really well,,
Both of you guys are loud and obnoxious, bright lights,, and 'annoying' to the others
Although he actually likes your little gameshow host persona!!
The first time you were in a round, he was watching intently, and everytime you asked a question he would immediately stand up and scream the correct answer like a dad watching football,
He really likes answering your questions too!! It keeps him entertained at least,, And the little trinkets!!!!!
You guys actually get along quite well,
Mafioso🂱⚔
He doesnt like you.
Youre loud, bright lights, and obnoxious, while hes calm and reserved,, quite the opposites.
Although HE doesnt like you, his men definetly do!!
Most of the time they all meet up in the cabin next to the table for, basically a competetive game of your questions,
They get a good laugh out of it, and you love to entertain!
The only problem is how loud it gets, instead of big red buttons to signal who answers the question first, they basically just slam their fists on the table,
Mafioso has scolded them for it a bunch of times, but he wont stop them
Its only fair that they get a bit of a break in this hell hole once in a while
And hell, you keep them off his back for once, so maybe just maybe your not that bad after all,,,
im so done with tgis 💔💔
the writing got worse and worse as i went on because i was TIRED 💔
tgis was fun tho,, (also i had to rewrite everything in the killers part because i closed the fucking window,,
also quick question,,
would you guys like me to write for the Spectre too? 😭😭 As in like the headcanons and he would be in the last part of the killers kinda
NOT A REQ BUT I LOVE YOUR SHEDLETSKY X Y/N ART SM OMG! Makes me so happy, I love Shedletsky and your art style ^^ hope to see more of it in the future!
Pairing(s): Two Time, Shedletsky, Chance & Guest 1337
Author's Note: This was particularly inspired by the Tumblr user: cannibal-alien. Please let me know if I mischaracterize anyone. All likes, reposts, and comments are appreciated. :]
For some unknown reason, after a brutal round, you find yourself standing in front of your cabin. Gone and demolished for what reason? You don’t know, and frankly, I don’t either, but here we are! Thanks a lot, Spectre. All that was left was the pathetic remains of the foundation, some twisted wood still crackling with dying embers. Just great. You’re utterly exhausted, drained physically and mentally, as you wonder where you’re going to sleep. Out in the cold? Absolutely not, especially not with the repetitive cycle of hell that you have to go through daily. At least at the end of the day, you need to find yourself in comfort. So, with really no other option, you turn and walk yourself over to a fellow neighbor’s cabin. Sure, it was embarrassing, but it’s better than sleeping outside in the cold.
You couldn’t care less as to who you were knocking, feeling too tired to even think properly. You just needed a place that isn’t destroyed to get some sleep, especially for tomorrow. It takes a moment or two until the door opens, revealing the individual.
Two Time:
The door creaks open slowly, revealing Two Time standing in half-shadow. A dim lantern flickers behind them, casting warped silhouettes across the cabin walls. Their eyes—unreadable, distant—rest on you for a long, heavy pause.
“...You,” they say, voice low and void of emotion. Their gaze flicks toward the smoldering ruin behind you. “I saw smoke. The Spawn warned of fire. It seems they were right again.”
You don’t have the energy to respond. You just blink slowly, face covered in fatigue. For a moment, Two Time doesn’t move—then they step aside wordlessly, allowing you in with a flick of their wrist.
Inside, the room is surprisingly clean, sparse, and symmetrical. Ritualistic symbols etched faintly into the walls and floorboards, most of them likely carved by hand. There’s one bed pushed to the corner, draped in worn blankets that look hand-woven. Nothing else in the room even resembles comfort.
You stare at the bed.
Two Time does too.
They speak softly, almost like prayer: “Two souls. One chamber. May neither wake alone.”
You raise an eyebrow. “There’s only one bed.”
“I know,” they say plainly, as if the arrangement was divine fate.
You expect them to sleep on the floor or make some kind of cultist arrangement on the rug, but instead…”You will take the left side. That is the passive quadrant. I will not cross it. The Spawn does not permit desecration of the boundary.”
Silence.
Until you climb into the bed, not caring anymore, and just wanting to sleep. They follow along and slip under the covers without hesitation and face away from you, posture rigid.
It’s been silent for a long time. Well, this is awkward.
And still, despite everything—the rigid body beside you, the cursed symbols, the heaviness of something long dead—you sleep easier than you expected. Almost protected.
Almost.
Shedletsky:
You knock with the last of your strength.
The door doesn’t so much open as it flies ajar with a creak and a gust of stale air. Shedletsky stands in the doorway, shirt wrinkled, hair unkempt as always. His eyes narrowed immediately.
“You smell like charcoal.”
You’re too tired to care at this point, blinking through the smoke and exhaustion. Shedletsky leans in the doorway, you’re unable to tell if he’s annoyed or impressed.
“Spectre torched your place, huh?”
You nod slowly. That’s all you’ve got in you.
He sighs like a man who’s seen too many disasters and steps aside. “Come on in. Just don’t ruin the rug— it's older than Builderman’s sense of optimism.”
You step in and the heat hits you like a wall— the cabin’s warm, cluttered in the organized chaos kind of way. Tools. Paper stacks. Some swords. Weird half-assembled contraptions. Bloxy colas. Oh, and of course, a bucket of fried chicken. Classic Shedletsky.
And one bed.
A very small, and you guessed it, a very obvious one-person bed.
You glance at it. So does he.
There’s a pause.
“…Alright, I’ll bite — rock-paper-scissors for who gets it?” he asks with a grin.
You raise a brow. “Dead serious?”
“No, I’m never serious,” he says. “But you look like you’ll collapse over mid-round tomorrow if you sleep outside, so let’s figure something out.”
You groan inwardly, but follow anyway. At this point, dignity means less than not freezing to death.
He shrugs. “Not my fault that the Spectre decided to cosplay as an arsonist. Spectre’s got beef.” Before he adds in reassurance, “Don’t worry. I won’t make it weird.”
You raise a brow. “You’re literally the reason weird exists.”
He laughs at that—genuine, warm. “Flattering. But seriously. You’re half-dead on your feet. You take the bed. I’ll crash in the corner or something. I’ve slept in worse places. Like under the old spawn tower. During a sword tournament. While it was raining.”
But you stop him. “Just share. I’m not going to play hero over sleeping arrangements.”
Shedletsky pauses, blinks once, and then smirks. “Alright. But I’m warning you—if I roll over and accidentally kick you in my sleep, that’s on you.”
You climb in first. The bed is warm, the blankets are… surprisingly soft.. You feel the mattress dip as he joins, staying well on his side.
Silence settles. And then, as if he just can’t help himself:
“…You know, you’re lucky it was me. If you’d knocked on Dusekkar’s door, he’d have made you answer a riddle before even letting you breathe.”
You almost laugh.
Almost.
He doesn’t say anything else that night. Just hums something softly—some half-remembered melody from a forgotten Roblox game—as he falls asleep beside you.
For once, the cabin feels safe. No snark, no fire, no killers. Just two survivors resting before another round of hell.
And somehow, with him nearby, it doesn’t feel so bad.
“Sleep tight.”
Despite yourself, you do. Though you’re awoken at 3 a.m. by the sound of Shedletsky mumbling about “sword hitboxes” and his snores.
Chance:
The knock you give this time is softer. You’re too tired to knock hard, and honestly? You’re half-hoping no one answers.
But the door swings open anyways, almost like it was waiting for you.
Chance stands in the doorway, framed dramatically by the flickering firelight inside. His light grey skin contrasts sharply against the dark of the night, and his back fedora casts a shadow over his headphones and tinted shades. Despite the chaos you’ve all endured, he’s still in his full suit and tie with a couple of wrinkles here and there. There’s curiosity in his eyes as he stares at your form.
“Well, well, well. What brings you here?”
You stare blankly, barely holding yourself upright. “Spectre burned my cabin.”
Chance squints before stepping aside dramatically, gesturing like a showman. “Come in, weary traveler. Lady Luck owes you that much.”
You’re too tired to comment on how theatrical he is being. The inside of his cabin is…not that surprising. There’s dice, playing chips and cards scattered across a desk nearby while a small collection of fedora hats are sitting neatly nearby. There’s even a dartboard on the wall.
But you’re too tired to care.
Then your gaze lands on the bed.
One. Singular. Bed.
Of course.
Chance stares at the bed as well. “Oh noooo, one bed? What a gamble. Hope I don’t roll snake eyes in my sleep.”
“Chance.” You speak, “Don’t make this weird.”
He raises his hands in surrender. “No weirdness here. I’ll flip a coin to see who gets what side or maybe who sleeps on the floo—”
“Not in the mood for jokes, Chance.”
“Okay, okay. No jokes. We’re just playing the hand we’re dealt.”
He pulls out a golden coin, and flicks it into the air with a flair. It spins slowly before he catches it and slaps it to his wrist.
“Heads: you get the left side. Tails: I do.” He peeks. “Heads. Your lucky night.”
You’re about to protest when he kicks off his boots, loosens his tie, and flops dramatically to the right side of the bed, already muttering about the odds of this happening.
You collapse onto the other side, face-first, barely resisting the urge to scream into the pillow.
After a few minutes of silence, Chance pipes up from beside you, “Wouldn’t it be wild if we woke up and the bed wasn’t real?”
You groan. “Chance, please shut up.”
He chuckles and rolls onto his side. “Fair enough.”
You found yourself falling asleep, listening to the rhythmic flick of his coin flipping through his fingers. Somehow, that helps.
It feels like perhaps, luck is on your side tonight.
Guest 1337:
You barely register your footsteps as you stagger toward the cabin. The smoldering debris of your former shelter still lingers in the air behind you, thick with smoke and the sharp sting of ash. The Spectre had done it—again. No real motive. Just destruction. Typical.
Your fist, heavy with exhaustion, knocks once against the door of the nearest survivor’s cabin. You’re half-aware of who it might be. Too tired to care.
The door opens swiftly.
Guest 1337 stands there, blue hair tousled slightly by the wind, his camouflage uniform creased from activity, not rest. His tan army vest bears scrapes from past rounds, a few dried streaks of grime across the fabric. His eyes—normally sharp with determination—narrow slightly in concern.
He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t need to.
He looks over your shoulder at the orange glow on the horizon—your ruined cabin still crackling—and then back to you.
“Inside. Now.”
His tone is firm, military, but not cold.
You enter, the cabin interior dim and sharply organized. A folded blanket on a wooden trunk. His gloves were taken off and placed onto a nearby table. The atmosphere of his cabin doesn’t feel like a home, yet somehow, in this moment, it feels safer than anything else.
You glance at the bed near the wall. Neat, but one bed.
Guest 1337 notices your hesitation immediately.
“I’ll take the floor.”
You frown. “Not a chance. You’ve had my back in every round since week three. I’m not making you sleep on solid ground.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, gaze fixed and unyielding. “I’ve slept worse.”
Of course he has.
You pause. So does he.
Then, with the exhausted sigh of two people too stubborn to argue further, you nod once.
“…Fine. We share. I don’t snore. Much.”
Guest 1337 doesn’t smile—he rarely does—but the corners of his tired eyes crease ever so slightly as he steps back and motions you toward the bed.
You lie down on the narrow bed, scooting over to give him space. He sits first, removing his army vest and setting it silently beside the bed. You notice the way he moves—efficient, practiced, no wasted motion.
When he finally settles beside you, back half-raised against the wall, legs stretched out beside yours, there’s a stillness to him. He’s listening. Always.
After a while, your voice cuts through the quiet, barely a whisper.
“You ever get used to it?”
“The chaos?” he asks. “No. You just get better at standing in front of it.”
You let your head fall back into the makeshift pillow. The warmth of the bed—though thin—counters the cold outside. The war still rages out there, rounds still await tomorrow, but tonight?
Tonight, you’ll sleep beside the one person who’s never let a survivor fall behind.
And in this hellscape of broken cabins and endless threats, that’s enough.
