(This is not a The Last Guest parody! This is a Forsaken Parody! Please read desc of this post!)
Hello! @discothemechanic again! Windy got me into Forsaken…so I’m here now hai!!!!
Rules:
NSFW not allowed! My guy is married alright?
Not phobias of any kind, fear ones are fine.
Have beef with me? Go to my main account dummy.
Don’t like anything posted here? Leave. Not that hard.
This is a parody, remember there is a person behind the screen!
Also I ship 007n7 with Guest 1337. Don’t like it you can leave. Poly exists.
Reference and information! V
Guest 1337 entered the world of Forsaken after blowing himself up in part 1 of The Last Guest. At least, that’s what he thinks.
Guest 1337 misses his family and thinks about them all the time. He even thinks about his best friend Matt
Guest 1337 has a wife Daisy and a daughter Charlotte. He’s always trying to find a way back, trying not to go insane in the process. He spends most of his time on the frontline or by himself in his room trying to figure out how to get home to his family.
He seems cold hearted but he just wants everyone to live but He wants to go home at the same time. So he may seem a bit selfish.
His features are slowly turning into more fur than a guest. He’s slowly fitting into the world of Forsaken, his blue hair fading into the color of his skin like some of the Forsaken cast…
Guest goes non-verbal when he feels safe and secure, especially around people he loves deeply. He will communicate through small gestures like Taph.
Guest changes around children. He becomes more soft and like his old self, loving and caring. He genuinely loves children.
Guest has a bottle of painkiller given to him by a nurse when he was back in the army because he hurt himself so much.
-> Years.
-> It's been so many goddamn years since a group of unfortunate survivors were tossed down into hell, forced to fight tooth and nail for the rights to live, to continue to live and breathe and function. But it seemed like finally, FINALLY, the war was over. The dust had settled.
-> And 007n7, Robloxia's most nefarious hacker turned into a simple father, was alone in his old house, standing in the living room with his son attached to his hip. His boy, his baby boy, back to normal like nothing had happened.
- @technological-patriarch
There was a knock on the door. It sounded soft and hesitant, like whoever was knocking wasn’t sure they had the right address. Then came another set of knocks, ones more confident this time.
-> The former exploiter turned slightly at the knocking, his chest tightening slightly. He was scared, understandably so, but he approached the door with hesitance.
-> He paused in front of the door, his eyes glued to the knob before he swallowed hard, grabbing it and opening the door slightly, just enough to see who was there.
When opening the door 7n7 could see a familiar color. Blue. Blue hair walking away before stopping after hearing the door open. They turned around, that familiar white skin with half his face covered in scars from that explosion.
Guest 1337. Starring. He wasn’t in his uniform like the other has always seen him in. But that hoodie. A guest hoodie.
"...."
"Guest...? Guest, is that-"
-> He opened the door more, his eyes widening behind those bright red glasses of his. He was shocked, no, more than just shocked. He couldn't believe what was in front of him.
"Guest, my love, is that you?"
The Guest stood there for a moment before giving 7n7 that gentle smile. That rough exterior was nothing when he smiled. It’s like it changed his whole personality.
“You act like you seen a ghost my love.”
1337 wanted to rush forward and hold onto the other as soon as possible, but he waited. He wanted 7 to be comfortable of course.
-> Years.
-> It's been so many goddamn years since a group of unfortunate survivors were tossed down into hell, forced to fight tooth and nail for the rights to live, to continue to live and breathe and function. But it seemed like finally, FINALLY, the war was over. The dust had settled.
-> And 007n7, Robloxia's most nefarious hacker turned into a simple father, was alone in his old house, standing in the living room with his son attached to his hip. His boy, his baby boy, back to normal like nothing had happened.
- @technological-patriarch
There was a knock on the door. It sounded soft and hesitant, like whoever was knocking wasn’t sure they had the right address. Then came another set of knocks, ones more confident this time.
-> The former exploiter turned slightly at the knocking, his chest tightening slightly. He was scared, understandably so, but he approached the door with hesitance.
-> He paused in front of the door, his eyes glued to the knob before he swallowed hard, grabbing it and opening the door slightly, just enough to see who was there.
When opening the door 7n7 could see a familiar color. Blue. Blue hair walking away before stopping after hearing the door open. They turned around, that familiar white skin with half his face covered in scars from that explosion.
Guest 1337. Starring. He wasn’t in his uniform like the other has always seen him in. But that hoodie. A guest hoodie.
-> Years.
-> It's been so many goddamn years since a group of unfortunate survivors were tossed down into hell, forced to fight tooth and nail for the rights to live, to continue to live and breathe and function. But it seemed like finally, FINALLY, the war was over. The dust had settled.
-> And 007n7, Robloxia's most nefarious hacker turned into a simple father, was alone in his old house, standing in the living room with his son attached to his hip. His boy, his baby boy, back to normal like nothing had happened.
- @technological-patriarch
There was a knock on the door. It sounded soft and hesitant, like whoever was knocking wasn’t sure they had the right address. Then came another set of knocks, ones more confident this time.
"I'm always jumpy..."
-> He commented quietly, leaning his head into his lover's touch and closing his eyes, letting his body relax at the other's oh so gentle affection.
"You're fine, really."
“If it helps, you’re safe here with me. I will make sure of that.”
The solider smiles, running his thumb in circles across his lover’s cheek. He wanted to pull the other close but he wanted to wait if that was okay with him.
"I know I am, dear... I know I am. I haven't felt this safe in years!"
-> He smiled gently, trying his hardest to lighten the mood with a little joke.
"It's just- Being in this place can make anyone jumpy, you know?"
“Yeah I know. Just telling you that you don’t have to feel as scared when I’m around.”
That smile was so gentle, so soft. The Guest was way too nice for his own good. Way too understanding. It’s a fucking surprise how anyone could see him as a horrible person.
“You mean the world to me and I will sacrifice my life for you…”
"I know, dear. I know. It's just- You know..."
-> He gestures vaguely before hugging onto the soldier, snuggling up close to the sentinel and resting his head on the other's shoulder, sighing softly.
"I'm glad someone's looking out for me..."
"I'm always jumpy..."
-> He commented quietly, leaning his head into his lover's touch and closing his eyes, letting his body relax at the other's oh so gentle affection.
"You're fine, really."
“If it helps, you’re safe here with me. I will make sure of that.”
The solider smiles, running his thumb in circles across his lover’s cheek. He wanted to pull the other close but he wanted to wait if that was okay with him.
"I know I am, dear... I know I am. I haven't felt this safe in years!"
-> He smiled gently, trying his hardest to lighten the mood with a little joke.
"It's just- Being in this place can make anyone jumpy, you know?"
“Yeah I know. Just telling you that you don’t have to feel as scared when I’m around.”
That smile was so gentle, so soft. The Guest was way too nice for his own good. Way too understanding. It’s a fucking surprise how anyone could see him as a horrible person.
“You mean the world to me and I will sacrifice my life for you…”
"I'm always jumpy..."
-> He commented quietly, leaning his head into his lover's touch and closing his eyes, letting his body relax at the other's oh so gentle affection.
"You're fine, really."
“If it helps, you’re safe here with me. I will make sure of that.”
The solider smiles, running his thumb in circles across his lover’s cheek. He wanted to pull the other close but he wanted to wait if that was okay with him.
1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.
@the-lost-guest
-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere.
-> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.
He stopped in the doorway, seeing the other scramble to hide something. He was concerned, and his eyes narrowed. If 7 is hiding something, it would be for a good reason, right?
"Nothing, dearest! I was just putting something away... M-Making sure it didn't get left lying around."
-> He laughs and turns to the soldier, clasping his hands behind his back and smiling a little. Admins, he was bad at lying.
"How was your training?"
Guest went silent before walking over to the bed and setting his shirt and vest down on it. He was suspicious. Who wouldn't be? He sighed before walking over and hugging his boyfriend.
-> Oh. That wasn't a good feeling. There was something wet on the survivalist's arm when the soldier hugged him. Wet and sticky.
"I-I'm glad!"
-> Fuck, he was panicking now.
-> The survivalist clenched his jaw and slowly held out his arms, looking down in shame. Fuck, why couldn't he control his own urges like he used to?
-> Seven's left arm was perfectly fine, clean and uninjured. His right one was... Bloody and cut up, a clear sign the other had done this to himself.
Guest gently took the cut arm into his hands before letting go and grabbing a Medkit from under the bed.
The solider wounded sounded so gentle and soft. His touch was soft. He was being as gentle as he possibly could when he took the wipes from the kit and dabbed the blood.
"Yes."
-> He managed to choke out, his body trembling a little as the soldier cared for and patched up his wounds. Admins, he was terrible, wasn't he? He shouldn't be worrying Guest like this, the sentinel had enough problems already.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry- I'm sorry-"
-> His body tensed up as he trembled harder, the survivalist squeezing his eyes closed harder. He could feel the tears building up behind his eyelids.
"I didn't mean to- I'm sorry-"
"I just-"
-> He hiccupped and rubbed at his eyes with his free hand, trying desperately to push away the ever-flowing tears.
"I just- I want to go home, Guest. I-I want to go back to my old life and take care of m-my baby... I can't- I can't take this anymore."
"I can't-"
-> He hiccups, his entire body trembling as he leaned into the soldier's hold.
"I can't. I just- I can't do this anymore, Guest! I can't, I can't, I-"
-> Oh admins, he's spiraling.
"Oh... Guest..."
-> He smiles a little and hugs onto his boyfriend tighter, nudging his head into the other's neck.
"Sweetheart- Don't cry as well, you're going to make me cry more!"
-> He joked and kissed his lover's cheek gently.
“I need you here- everyone needs you here- please don’t g-give up…”
Guest continued to cry and lean down, muffled sobbing into to other’s shoulder. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing technically the only thing he had left here.
"Only you really need me here, love. You and Kidd."
-> He breathed out, closing his eyes and letting the tears drip down his cheek as he hugged onto his boyfriend tighter.
"And... That's all I need. You and my baby."
1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.
@the-lost-guest
-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere.
-> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.
He stopped in the doorway, seeing the other scramble to hide something. He was concerned, and his eyes narrowed. If 7 is hiding something, it would be for a good reason, right?
"Nothing, dearest! I was just putting something away... M-Making sure it didn't get left lying around."
-> He laughs and turns to the soldier, clasping his hands behind his back and smiling a little. Admins, he was bad at lying.
"How was your training?"
Guest went silent before walking over to the bed and setting his shirt and vest down on it. He was suspicious. Who wouldn't be? He sighed before walking over and hugging his boyfriend.
-> Oh. That wasn't a good feeling. There was something wet on the survivalist's arm when the soldier hugged him. Wet and sticky.
"I-I'm glad!"
-> Fuck, he was panicking now.
-> The survivalist clenched his jaw and slowly held out his arms, looking down in shame. Fuck, why couldn't he control his own urges like he used to?
-> Seven's left arm was perfectly fine, clean and uninjured. His right one was... Bloody and cut up, a clear sign the other had done this to himself.
Guest gently took the cut arm into his hands before letting go and grabbing a Medkit from under the bed.
The solider wounded sounded so gentle and soft. His touch was soft. He was being as gentle as he possibly could when he took the wipes from the kit and dabbed the blood.
"Yes."
-> He managed to choke out, his body trembling a little as the soldier cared for and patched up his wounds. Admins, he was terrible, wasn't he? He shouldn't be worrying Guest like this, the sentinel had enough problems already.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry- I'm sorry-"
-> His body tensed up as he trembled harder, the survivalist squeezing his eyes closed harder. He could feel the tears building up behind his eyelids.
"I didn't mean to- I'm sorry-"
"I just-"
-> He hiccupped and rubbed at his eyes with his free hand, trying desperately to push away the ever-flowing tears.
"I just- I want to go home, Guest. I-I want to go back to my old life and take care of m-my baby... I can't- I can't take this anymore."
"I can't-"
-> He hiccups, his entire body trembling as he leaned into the soldier's hold.
"I can't. I just- I can't do this anymore, Guest! I can't, I can't, I-"
-> Oh admins, he's spiraling.
"Oh... Guest..."
-> He smiles a little and hugs onto his boyfriend tighter, nudging his head into the other's neck.
"Sweetheart- Don't cry as well, you're going to make me cry more!"
-> He joked and kissed his lover's cheek gently.
“I need you here- everyone needs you here- please don’t g-give up…”
Guest continued to cry and lean down, muffled sobbing into to other’s shoulder. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing technically the only thing he had left here.
1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.
@the-lost-guest
-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere.
-> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.
He stopped in the doorway, seeing the other scramble to hide something. He was concerned, and his eyes narrowed. If 7 is hiding something, it would be for a good reason, right?
"Nothing, dearest! I was just putting something away... M-Making sure it didn't get left lying around."
-> He laughs and turns to the soldier, clasping his hands behind his back and smiling a little. Admins, he was bad at lying.
"How was your training?"
Guest went silent before walking over to the bed and setting his shirt and vest down on it. He was suspicious. Who wouldn't be? He sighed before walking over and hugging his boyfriend.
-> Oh. That wasn't a good feeling. There was something wet on the survivalist's arm when the soldier hugged him. Wet and sticky.
"I-I'm glad!"
-> Fuck, he was panicking now.
-> The survivalist clenched his jaw and slowly held out his arms, looking down in shame. Fuck, why couldn't he control his own urges like he used to?
-> Seven's left arm was perfectly fine, clean and uninjured. His right one was... Bloody and cut up, a clear sign the other had done this to himself.
Guest gently took the cut arm into his hands before letting go and grabbing a Medkit from under the bed.
The solider wounded sounded so gentle and soft. His touch was soft. He was being as gentle as he possibly could when he took the wipes from the kit and dabbed the blood.
"Yes."
-> He managed to choke out, his body trembling a little as the soldier cared for and patched up his wounds. Admins, he was terrible, wasn't he? He shouldn't be worrying Guest like this, the sentinel had enough problems already.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry- I'm sorry-"
-> His body tensed up as he trembled harder, the survivalist squeezing his eyes closed harder. He could feel the tears building up behind his eyelids.
"I didn't mean to- I'm sorry-"
"I just-"
-> He hiccupped and rubbed at his eyes with his free hand, trying desperately to push away the ever-flowing tears.
"I just- I want to go home, Guest. I-I want to go back to my old life and take care of m-my baby... I can't- I can't take this anymore."
"I can't-"
-> He hiccups, his entire body trembling as he leaned into the soldier's hold.
"I can't. I just- I can't do this anymore, Guest! I can't, I can't, I-"
-> Oh admins, he's spiraling.
"Oh... Guest..."
-> He smiles a little and hugs onto his boyfriend tighter, nudging his head into the other's neck.
"Sweetheart- Don't cry as well, you're going to make me cry more!"
-> He joked and kissed his lover's cheek gently.
