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P3-NG He couldn't feel anything and stared at the dead body, which was limp and bleeding out, with the skin becoming darker by the second. He couldn't believe what he'd done, or his actions. Did he indeed kill his creator? Who constructed him? Who brought him to life? Yes, he did. He had no regrets, yet he felt guilty deep inside. He didn't want his feelings gone; he wanted to know how it felt to be happy, sad, angry, envious, guilty, or whatever humans felt.
He could hear footsteps: one, two, three, and four. Behind him, a door creaked open slowly and carefully. Five, six, and seven. They halted.
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The warmth was comforting, and their bodies were touching with the blanket, keeping them together and close. He felt as if they couldn't be truly separated; he wanted to hold him and never let go of him. He only wanted his warm artificial body to be with him.
Sometimes watching the moon with P3-NG seemed like pure love. He felt quite special watching the moon with only the two of them. He wishes he could cling onto him longer.
Although his tiredness took over a few seconds later, he clutched the android's body. So warm and pleasant. He liked the foolish android, even if he couldn't express any emotions or feelings towards him. It's like clutching a giant, warm teddy bear that you can cuddle all day without worrying about life, becoming an adult, or being able to express yourself again.
As they both settled in comfortably, Nathan fell asleep. P3-NG wrapped his hand over Nathan, allowing the two of them to embrace in bed. Under the warm covers, which kept them near yet might tear them apart with a single pull. Just one pull would be enough to tear them apart, from their cosy position, from feeling everything. From friends to strangers, then enemies.
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With a pounding heart, he sat down on the edge of his bed and stared intently at the phone clutched in his trembling hand. The number displayed on the screen was an unrecognizable jumble of glitchy text, hinting at the phone's compromised nature. If this unknown entity could send him a message, perhaps they had the capability to do far worse.
Elliot's eyes widened as a new text message popped up, the ominous words sending a chill down his spine: "Answer me before I rip your guts out." His expression morphed from a fleeting spark of desperate hope to raw, unadulterated fear in the blink of an eye. He could feel the blood draining from his face, his mouth suddenly as dry as a barren desert.
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The killers and survivors get phones, 1x finds out he can talk to Elliot with said phone and they do freaky shit together on FaceTime.
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Started: 06/12/2025
Finished: 07/06/2025..
07/08/2025 - boosting cuz i need more views
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- Part 3 of Elliot getting ruined by MEN
- Part 6 of Forsaken oneshots 🙏🙏
Bookmarked by doubblefedora
06 Jul 2025
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elliot meets builderman, crushes on him for a bit then.. heat.
in simple words, elliot and builder fuck.
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06 Jul 2025
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"You know, I've never actually seen you jerk off."
"...what the fuck?"
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Elliot wants to know how Shedletsky touches himself.
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06 Jul 2025
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[SEMI-OPEN] Requested Azuarl Forsaken Fics by Azuarl
Fandoms: Forsaken (Roblox), Roblox (Video Game)
05 Jul 2025
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[1] Rules/Guideline
[2] Azuretime - “Azure, can you look my way for a moment?”
[3] iChance - “iTrapped, darlin’! Don’t run now!”
[4] Azuretime - “Isn’t us being together already enough?”
[5] 77Noli - “Is th-this how y-you p-P-PUnish yourself?”
[6] Azuretime - “Two Time. Listen to me when I say this.”
[7] iTrazure - “Let us be our present.”
[8] Paycheck - “Hey. If it’s poisoned, I’d still drink it.”
[9] iChance - “Alright, come here, you greedy fool.”
[10] Azuretime - “Be a dear for me, will you?”
[11] Azuretime - “Look at you, displaying such divinity… I’m truly blessed.”Bookmarked by doubblefedora
05 Jul 2025
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The bird, an eagle, lands on his shoulder with dignity and grace. Her feathers are a wise burgundy streaked with black and draped over long, sturdy wing bones meant for unhappy travels. Her beak is broad and keen, a hunting prick that pecks between the layers of jumpy meat. When she’s not dining, she’s sending a message. Familiarity sparks distantly in her eyes, and she drops the thin scroll in her mouth onto his calloused palm.
“Trouble in paradise, eh Fervor?” he asks while prying the thing open. Fervor, who never visits you when things are fine and good, nods her plumy head. The peaceful silence of the outskirts isn’t a promise; danger’s either rearing itself here, or behind your back.
Not one soul in the Big Orange has time for words. The paper squeezes to one end: grip marks. Neat print, but it’s been written in a hurry.
Earl’s in trouble. Delicate situation.
Casino brat’s at it again. Hurry.
- MGuest takes a particularly sharp drag of his cigar, allowing nicotine to bury into his lungs, work sweet magic in his brain and quell the surge of hot anger that blooms in his chest.
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05 Jul 2025