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"EVERYBODY IS FALLING IN LOVE AND I'M FALLING BEHIND."

Forsaken + GN!Reader

Chapter Summary: Y/n rizzed three out of you don't know survivors and now two of them wants to get to know her... From you??? Some green thing with daddy issues wants her too but it's a bit of a Tsundere.

Word count: 3,455 words

NOT PROOFREAD.

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CHAPTER 4: "You're so fucking Special..."

YOU glared at the cultist, pointing your weapon at them with a scowl.

“I'll ask again, what are you doing here?” You ask firmly, there is NO way that this thing barged in without your or Y/n’s knowledge.

Tim Tim raised their hands in surrender, their messy dark hair looked even more messier than a bird's nest with those dust particles clinging to every lock.

“Do not fret, my friend! I swear to the Spawn that I mean no harm...” They exclaim, clasping their hands together.

“For my intent here is pure! I am merely…” They paused, looking around the room. In which, you stared with a hint of disdain in return. “Searching for a perfect offering for my Grace…”

“... That's… That's kinda creepy, bro.”

The cultist looks offended despite that creepy smile on their face, clutching their pearls as if you just insulted their mom, their dad, their cow— “It is not, if it is for the Spawn!” They protested before muttering under their breath. “Nothing offered to the Spawn can be improper…”

You cross your arms, clearly not buying the person's claim. “Yeah, sure, okay. I'm still not letting you snoop around the room like you own it.”

They stare at you with those eyes, ‘Gosh, do they even blink?’ Their tail swishes behind them, back n forth, back n forth—

…

They're staring at you for too long.

You sigh, shaking your head, “Alright… PLEASE, get out of the room and don't do that ever again—”

“What does your friend like?”

What.

“Huh?”

“What is your friend interested in?” They repeated, leaning slightly closer to you.

“... Uh, why?”

A grin forms on their face, “To understand her better, of course! One is curious about your friend's interest and her knowledge about the Spawn!” They say with glee.

Your brows furrow, is that what they came here for? “I don't think she knows about that—”

“Nonsense! I can clearly see the way her eyes had lightened up when I mentioned our God,” They let out a soft sigh, “If only the others learned to hear the word of the Spawn as I do…”

Silence consumes the air around both of you, this feels even more awkward than attending a job interview with no experience whatsoever… How do you even respond to this…?

“The Spawn is simply the reason that we exist in this world,” Too Tied suddenly murmured, voice lowering as if the air itself might be listening, “They are the reason belief still has a place in me at all.”

“Before the Spawn, there was only noise, a hollow kind of living that passed for breath but meant nothing, every moment slipping away without weight or purpose. It was the Spawn who reached into that emptiness and said stay. Not with mercy, not with kindness, but with intention. I was not spared by chance, nor did I return by accident.”

They put their hands on their cheeks, closing their eyes as they continue.

“When I saw your friend, I immediately knew— She has the potential, the potential to be part of the Spawn itself…”

“So my dear, friend, for I have shown to you that my intentions are pure,” They open their eyes with a hopeful glint, “May I humbly request that you deliver the Spawns’ invitation to Y/n? I would appreciate it if you comply—”

“No.”

“... What—”

The door closed in front of their face with a soft click. They blinked, for the first time in three hours. Huh, they didn't even notice you were pushing them out of the room while they were spreading the word of the Spawn.

“How rude.” Twinkle T grumbles, their smile faltering slightly before it came back just as fast as it disappeared.

“Declining the invitation of my Grace is a sin, I guess I shall try again on another day.” They said to themselves, before walking down the hallway with a small hum.

YOU flop down to your own bed, letting out a small sigh against the mattress as you close your eyes. ‘Yeah, that's enough communication for tonight.’

Exhaustion began to take over, and the muffled voices of the others downstairs have become nothing but a white background noise as you fall deeper and deeper into your slumber.

Sleeping.

Sleeping..

Sleeping…

Sleeping..

Sleeping.

Sleeping..

Sleeping…

Sleeping..

Sleeping.

Sleeping..

Sleeping…

“Thank you, please come again.” YOU handed over the paper bag to the robloxian, giving them a small nod before they left the store.

You take a glance at the clock, ‘How much time left…?’ you ponder, rubbing your temples as you let out a small sigh.

You perk up at the sound of the bell chiming at the door, looking at your co-worker with a hopeful look. FINALLY!

“Hey, hey, heyyy!” They wave their hand with a grin, “I am so sorry for being a little late, I have to do something at the last minute.” They said, rubbing their neck sheepishly.

“It's okay, you still arrived anyway.” You replied with a dismissive shake of your head. “... Well, I guess I'll leave it up to you now. Don't forget to lock the store properly, yeah?”

They gave you a mock salute, “Yessiree!”

“Right, right, have a good night, dude.”

You left the store with a paper bag in your hand, might as well buy something before leaving, right? Let's see what's inside… hm… Milk… Milk… what.

Milk

Coconut Oil

Milk

Two cans of Soda

Milk

Crackers

Pancake mix

Milk

Hotdog

Buns

Eggs

Milk

Mil—

Alright, that's enough.

You're pretty sure some father would take a long time looking for these— wait, why do you need so much milk anyway?

…

She gon call me baby boo you guess.

You soon bumped into a Robloxian, muttering a small apology before you continued to walk on the sidewalk.

The Town Square is lively as usual, with many people hanging around left and right.

Isn't it supposed to be night? Why is the sun already up?

Fuck, you're late as shit!

“SHIT!” You exclaim, before covering your mouth. Some look at you with a blank expression before continuing their own business.

That's so embarrassing…!

“[Name]!” A familiar voice calls out, and you turn around to see Y/n jogging towards you with a smile. “I’ve been calling for you, you're not picking up.” She says with a small pout.

Huh, she was?

“You were?” You ask, using your free hand to take out your phone from your pocket. Looking at the ‘l3tt3r5' written on the screen for a while.

67 missed calls.

You shrug and put it back. “Yeah, you did… Sorry, I didn't realize…”

Y/n tilts her head, “It's finee, wanna go hit the arcade? I heard that there's a new claw machine with (favorite character) plushies on it!!” She says with excitement, taking your free hand in hers.

“I— uh..” You look down at your intertwined fingers, before you look back at the paper bag you were carrying.

The paper bag is gone.

The milk is gone.

Huh—

You closed your hand, trying to feel the paper-like texture that was once in your grasp.

“C’mooon! Put the coin in!” Y/n insists, tugging your sleeve. You turn to look at the claw machine right in front of you, opening your palm, a gold coin shines softly in the dim arcade.

The higher the risk, the better the reward…

The higher the risk, the better the reward. The higher the risk, the better the reward. The higher the risk, the better the reward. The higher the risk, the better the rewa—

Cling!

You hold onto the handle, moving the claw to hover onto your favorite character at a slow pace. With an… aggressive click, the metal successfully wraps its cold fingers around the soft object.

With a small hum and the 8-bit music from the machine, the plushie dropped into the prize hole with a victory sfx ‘Hooray!’

“Woaahh! You got it!” Your friend gasps behind you, and you turn around to see that… You're at the beach?

What.

The sun is shining above you, casting shadows in the buildings nearby, you look up. You could've sworn you're seeing an Epic Face staring down at you.

On the second thought,

It IS looking at YOU!

“GOOOOOOOOOOODDDD MOOOOORRRRNNNIIINGGGYEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

It beams the light over you, blinding your sight with nothing but white. You could've sworn you're seeing Lebron James smiling down at you, You are my sunshine… My only sunshine…

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YOU jolted awake, catching the Admin by the door wearing that iconic smile on his face. A small groan was heard on the other bed, your friend sits up, rubbing her eyes as she glares at the brunette.

“Shut up, dude! It's early in the morning…” she grumbles, clearly not pleased at the fact that she just got woken up by a loudmouthed chicken eater.

“Woah, so grumpy!” Shedletsky chuckles, leaning against the doorframe. “Good morning to you too, how's the beauty sleep?”

“It's fine… I guess…” Y/n replied, you turn your back towards the two, closing your eyes as you try to sleep again. Although, the thought of dreaming that… Whatever that is, it's making it hard to go back to Dreamland.

‘Maybe I shouldn't think about brainrot too much…’

You feel a hand shaking you gently by the shoulder, “Heyy, [Name], wake up~” Your friend whispers softly, “The Round is going to start soon, we better get ready.”

You let out a small groan, “Five more minutes…”

“uh huh, then you're going to face the killers in your pajamas?” She giggles, running her fingers through your hair.

“I'm not even— … Nevermind, let's go.”

The cat meows beside YOU, rubbing its head against your thigh as you munch on the pizza Elliot has once again, distributed to everyone. You're getting quite sick of it, if you're being honest. The different flavors make up for it though.

As long as everyone is not starving to death, you couldn't really complain about it.

Your friend left you to assist Builderman with the pink clanker that was found outside the cabin, its screen static and the wires peeking out of its limbs.

If it weren't for that Admin, that girl would've been part of the junk. Y/n insisted on helping him, her enthusiasm with robotics and mechanics made the older man accept her proposal to assist with the repairs.

'What a helpful person she is...'

The cold wind hits your face, the moon refuses to let the sun shine dawn. It's a rare moment for the light itself to grace the place, although it feels hollow, you feel no warmth radiating from that mockery of it.

You felt a presence behind you, before sitting on the wooden floor just right beside you. You don't bother to look at them, nor glance at your fellow survivor, simply taking a bite of the pizza slice while petting the cat with your free hand.

“So…” They shift slightly, “how are ya doing?”

“Doing fine, how about you?”

“Greater than ever,” a small chuckle can be heard from them, “Your friend does know how to bring warmth in this hell of a place.”

You hum, “... I know, she's a nice person to be around with.”

“I can tell,” They muse, “Let me guess, you two go way back?”

You paused mid bite of the pizza in your hand, “... Yeah, why'd you ask?” You glance at the survivor beside you, there's a faint feeling in your gut that this is going in THAT direction.

“Oh, nothing! Just curious.” Chance replied, his casual smile fading before it came back.

“I mean, you probably know a lot about her,” they added, leaning against the log wall. “What makes her laugh, upset, or something that she does when she thinks that no one is looking.”

“You went through a lot together, I can tell,” They said lightly, “one of you probably went into jail once or twice.”

You let out a small grunt, “... I guess.”

They grinned, though you can tell it didn't reach their eyes. “Must’ve been nice,” they said, after a moment, their tone drifting back to something light, almost teasing, “being the one she sticks close to.”

“... Hm.” You don't know if you should be proud of her collecting admirers like a pokemon or choke yourself out of misery.

‘This conversation is dryer You vs Homer.’

You kept yourself quiet, munching on your food as your gaze went somewhere else. Awkward…

“Anyway, I'm going back inside, there's a slot machine waiting for me,” He stands up, dusting off his pants. “You coming?”

Glancing up at him, you shake your head, “Nah, I'm good.”

“Alright, suit yourself.” He shrugs, walking back inside.

The grandfather clock rang, saving you from another awkward silence between you and the cat that was on your lap. Its warmth disappears as your vision turns black.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself in an outdoor area with brick walls and a rock in the middle.

You see zombie arms crawling up from the floor at one of the entrances, although they made no move to actually rise up and start biting everyone.

There are two generators on the main entrance, one is by the side and the other on the very end. You see other survivors walking around and already working on the machines… But, there's no sign of Y/n.

‘I need to explore the areas further… Where is she?’

You enter the kitchen, noting the massive table in the middle, and the entrance which looks a lot like an arcade.

“This is MASS INFECTION!”

The deep, glitchy voice made you flinch. A faint rattle sound was heard, before a green glowing projectile slices through the wall, making you jump on the side, it almost hit you.

Close. Too close.

Like… 0.5 Shedletskys close.

Your instincts told you to leave, but there's something stirring inside you that she might be there. Why? Because she's Y/n, of course she's gonna be there. She's always in action.

Andalsobecauseshe'yourfriendyouneedtoproctectyourhomegirlorelse.

Rushing towards the arcade looking area, you spotted the SFOTH champion fighting a man with a green domino crown. If you weren't in such a dangerous situation, you would've laughed at your joke that you formed in your mind.

‘I'm soo green….’

And you were right, your friend is there, she's injured. Her posture tense as she prepares herself to dodge another attack from the Sammy green bean guy.

“Don't worry Y/n, I got this!” Shedletsky points his blade towards it, positioning himself between her and the killer, “Fight me instead, leave her out of this.”

Its red eyes flared with anger at the sight of the man before him, “Shedletsky…” It growled, taking a step closer with its sword gripped tight around its claws.

“Hio! Missed me?” The admin grinned, “Mann, You keep coming back. How many rounds was it again? Ah, right, you lost to me so much I've lost count. Silly me.”

“You’ve lost count because you're old as shit.” It snarled.

“Ouch,” Chicken lover winced, tapping the tip of the sword against the ground, “and here I thought we're getting along.”

You couldn't even register what happened, a loud CLANG snaps you out from your own thoughts as you see the weapons clashing from one another.

It lunged forward again, blade crashing with Shedletskys in a powerful strike that could've sliced him in half. Gojo style.

The Admin grunt, blocking the sword with his own blade, “Still predictable!” He laughs.

He slides a step back, his slippers scraping the floor.

‘Woah, who fights with slippers?’

Shedletsky rolls his shoulder, blade glinting lazily in his grip, yet you can tell that he's prepared to parry another blow again.

Across from him, it stands still.

Too still.

The killer's green domino crown tilts slightly, gritting its… teeth? You couldn't describe how its zipped mouth works. But you can tell that it is pissed as hell.

You flinched at another sound of swords clashing, sparks flying as metal scrapes against the other.

Y/n, watching from the sidelines, throws an orb into the duel. It idles on the side, just as the admin got hit, the or phases through him, instantly healing the cut in his shoulder.

“Not bad, not bad at all,” Shedletsky says, you have a feeling that he's just showing off. “What did the Spectre feed you this time?”

‘Spectre?’

You raise a brow at the name, ‘it must've been the mastermind behind all of this…’

The killer growls, twisting its heel as it attempts to send another strike towards the admin.

He would've blocked it again, sent another parry and mock the green thing just like he always does.

But it never came.

“Feel my ENTANGLEMENT!”

Two swords ran past Shedletsky's head; it was aimed towards Y/n instead.

Your stomach dropped.

Your legs move, hand reaching out to the woman. But you're too slow.

“Y/n—”

Your friend cries out as two swords hit her, forcefully dragging her towards the killer. It let out a dark laugh, its sharp claws gripping both of her wrist.

“Quit squirming,” It growled, almost irritated at the fact that she's trying to escape its grasp. Taking a side step as it dodged the admins sword about to hit his face.

You almost stumble before you turn to look at the being in front of you, you were almost there. But you reached nothing but just a brush of her sleeve.

Shedletsky grits his teeth at the missed slash, turning his grip on the sword's handle before he straightens up, “1x, let her go.”

It laughed, its grip tightened around your friend's arm, pulling her close.

You don't like the way it smiled, nor laugh.

Looking at it holding your friend alone already pisses you off.

You could've sworn you can hear your heartbeat with your own ears, you need to do something. For her.

“Same old, same old.” 1x says, almost mocking, “Still playing hero, Shedletsky? You never learn.”

The Admin’s stare sharpened, no smile or grin at the edge of his lips. “Drop her.”

“I'd rather not.” It snapped, his red eyes flaring again. “Your weakness is too predictable.”

It paused, glare hardening as if it's not hard enough.

“It disgusts me.”

It aims the blade towards Y/n’s chest, about to push it down to her heart.

‘No— No, No—’

Your gut turns, holding your own breath as your legs tenses up.

You'll save her.

You always do.

And you're going to make sure that damn blade won't touch her again.

The sword dips closer.

Closer…

A loud thud was heard, making 1x grunt at the sudden impact. “You—”

“Yeah,” the blue haired man says, “Me.”

It let out a low growl, its red eyes analyzing the survivors present in this room.

It's 3v1, unfair, but you know how killers are, even when you have the numbers, they still have the power in terms of strength.

The guest fixes his form, fist raised, a determined expression on his face. You have a feeling that this man would bring his own fist in a gun fight and still win.

It's almost admirable. To be able to face the killer head on without any fear, you're quite envious of his bravery.

1x snarled, swinging its sword with its free hand. The guest blocked it with his arm, before sending a straight punch on its face.

CRACK!

It stumbles, loosening its grip on Y/ns wrist. That's enough for you to step up.

“Go!” The guest barked, “We'll hold him off!”

You don't need to hear him twice,

Andrenaline courses through your veins— immediately running towards your friend, scooping her up into your arms before sprinting away. Y/n gasp, clinging on to you as you take her away from the fight.

You don't know if the two will survive, but as long as she's alive… That's enough.

Through each corner you pass through, you see the familiar sentry sitting at the outdoor you just came from earlier.

Turning to another corner, you see a dispenser inside a blue room with colorful tiles.

“Woah there! She alright?” A rough voice from the side almost made you trip upon your enter, you look at Builderman.

‘Does she looks alright to you???’

“... Nope.” You replied, carefully placing your friend down next to the dispenser. “Shedletsky and the guest are fighting the killer right now... I don't think they'll last long...”

“I see…” The CEO murmurs, staring down at Y/ns injured body with concern. “I'll go help ‘em, stay here with her, yeah?”

“... Mhm.”

A/n: Hi hi, it's been quite a long time since I've updated this fic. My country banned this web/app for some reason, they thought it promotes gambling stuff. But we all know that we're doing a different type of G in this place. I managed to use this app again because I tweaked some stuff in my wifi thingy (im so cool guys praise me /j)

Anyway, PHEWWWW I did not expect this fic to reach 3k words! It was supposed to be 1.5-2k but here we are, I purposely did a cliff hanger because that's what authors do. Or idk... ◉⁠‿⁠◉

No, you did not see me accidentally post the title w/ the banner. You're hallucinating. Noli is probably sucking your feet right now and you don't know it.

Try deciphering the binary codes! You might form something that is important in the future. Yes, it's solvable, I tried it out to my friend. She liked it. We kissed.

"How would you describe the reader and Y/ns relationship?" Uh...

#forsaken x reader #idk what i'm doing #spectators archive #roblox x reader #x reader #forsaken x y/n #forsaken x you #yandere x reader #roblox x y/n #roblox x you

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