Archive of Our Own ^beta

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BAMM!! 

A loud gunshot echoed near the graveyard, making John Doe stunned Chance proudly blew the smoke from the tip of his gun, grinning.

"Heh, JACKPOT!" Chance taunted John Doe, tossing his favorite coin into the air. He felt like Lady Luck was on his side, so he purposely lured John to chase him — buying Builderman some time to escape and build his sentry... or whatever he do.

Builderman silently thanked Chance. Even though Chance’s gun often confused the Killer with how often it exploded or malfunctioned. 'At least Chance's gun was actually useful this time' he thought.

Builderman kept running toward the edge of the map, searching for a strategic and safe spot.
Just as he was about to start building, he heard footsteps. Reflexively, he turned— and there was Noob, staggering toward him, carrying a 'person'(?) unconscious over his shoulder.
Oh.. Crap, that "person" was dying.
Wait... why was their skin green!? Was there a second Killer running around!?

"B-Builderman... Place the dispenser here! H-Hurry!!"
They were so panicked they almost tripped while dragging the green creature along.
Builderman didn’t waste a second — he quickly set up a dispenser in the corner, the sound of tools clanking filling the air.
Before long, the dispenser was ready.
Builderman wiped the sweat off his forehead and stepped aside to give Noob some space.
Noob carefully lowered the "person" near the dispenser and mumbled thanks.

"T-thank you... I was trying to find Elliot but I couldn’t, s-so I’m glad I found you instead, Builderman!"
Builderman gave a small smile, patting Noob head while murmuring, "Good job, kid," making Noob beam even brighter.

Builderman shifted his gaze toward the unconscious person. Soon he realized—this "person" wasn’t exactly human. There was a pair of antennae on their head... they looked like an alien. But the weirdest part?
Ignoring the green skin and the antennae... they kinda *looked* like Elliot.

Builderman sighed tiredly. Maybe he shouldn’t jump to conclusions.
I mean, look at C00lkid, who’s literally red, or Dusekkar with his pumpkin head and he FLOATS with his Staff. Ahh' he forgot abt Shedletsky who literally have wings.

Aw man, he needed coffee after this. Noob noticed Builderman massaging his forehead and blinked a few times before saying,

"I hope Elliot’s okay... I haven’t seen him all round."
Builderman froze. Oh Crap— He forgot about that.

Before he could answer, the alien’s antenna twitched slightly. They both turned.
Slowly, the green creature opened their eyes.
At first, they seemed dazed, but once they lifted their head, their almond-shaped eyes widened in panic.

"ZRAKK! VIBBZ QUORPLEX!?" the alien shouted in some weird language.

Noob instantly panicked too, trying to calm them down. Builderman’s headache worsened — if that scream caught John’s attention, they were dead meat.

Builderman quickly clamped a hand over the alien’s mouth, whispering, "Shhh..." hoping they would understand. Thankfully, the alien gave a small, shaky nod. Still clearly scared, but at least quiet now. Then suddenly Noob yelled,

"B-BUILDERMAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING—WHAT IF THEY FREAK OUT!?" Builderman facepalmed and also clamped Noob’s mouth shut. Now the three of them were just awkwardly staring at each other in silence.

Builderman was just about to breathe out when the round-ending bell rang loud and clear.
He glanced at the alien and gave them a soft smile, hoping it would calm them down — and, thank goodness, it worked. They waited a few seconds... and then — darkness.
The round ended.

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Everyone who survived was moved to the same table. They made it. Builderman rubbed his forehead again, trying to think straight, when he heard Shedletsky’s confused voice

"Whoaa, a newbie? HEH, they look like an alien," he said, leaning back in his chair casually.
Yeah... the green dude *did* look like an alien. Almost like Elliot, actually.

"Introduce yourself, kid" he added.

"..... "

Silence—

Only the crackling fireplace and ticking clock filled the room.

Just as Shedletsky opened his mouth to say something else, Builderman leaned over and whispered in his ear

"Shed.. Let's talk about this outside," Then he stood up and headed toward the cabin’s porch.
Before fully leaving, Builderman turned and gave the alien a soft look, which was returned with a confused stare. Shedletsky, still confused, eventually followed him.

"Well— I come with you! And Chance, stop scaring them with your gun!" he said over his shoulder.

Chance opened his mouth to protest that he *DEFINITELY* wasn’t scaring the poor alien, but Shedletsky was already gone.

"Dude, I didn’t even do anything!" he grumbled, spinning his gun lazily. He glanced at the alien — who looked... absolutely TERRIFIED.

Well, maybe almost blowing up in their face *might* leave a trauma or two.
But hey, they were still alive at the end of the round, right? Chance thanked Lady Luck for sticking by him.

It was only then that Chance realized...
Elliot wasn’t there.

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Meanwhile, outside on the porch, Shedletsky scratched his back neck and put his hands on his hips, giving Builderman a curious look.

"Don’t you think this is kinda weird? I mean, Shed... Noob said they didn’t see Elliot the whole round, and now suddenly this alien shows up? And they *kinda* look like Elliot too..."
Builderman leaned on the porch railing, Shedletsky joining him, resting his back against it.

"I don’t know, man... Maybe Elliot somehow swapped places with the alien?"
He chuckled, half-joking, peeking inside through the cabin window.

Builderman closed his eyes, thinking hard.

"Yeah... maybe you’re right—"
Shedletsky turned to him in surprise.
"Bro, I was joking—"
Builderman cut him off.

"I mean, look at the face, the vibe, the whole that pizza-boy aesthetic. Ignore the green skin and the antennae, and theyre basically Elliot!"

Shedletsky stared at him like he’d grown two heads, then chuckled awkwardly, scratching his cheek.
"Whatever you say, Build, haha."

"But if Elliot really did swap places with that alien..."
Shedletsky sighed, suddenly a bit worried.

"I hope he’s okay... I mean, he has an important role. Without him healing everyone, survivors wouldn't even last half a round."

"Yeah... I hope so too.." Builderman said with a small smile, adjusting his safety helmet.
"And anyway, we don’t even have solid proof yet. Maybe that Spectre guy actually did us a favor and sent Elliot back home."

Shedletsky gave Builderman a side glance, then smiled softly,
"Still think Positive heh, Build."

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They eventually went back inside the cabin, joking around a little. At least they could still feel a bit of warmth in this messed up nightmare.

They glanced toward the fireplace, There sat the alien, awkwardly perched on the big couch next to Taph. Two Time was staring at them, curiosity written all over their face.
Taph, too, seemed curious but way friendlier than Two Time.

"You are gonna scare 'em if you keep staring like that," Shedletsky teased, lightly nudging Two Time.

Two Time shifted their gaze from the alien to Shedletsky.

"Isn’t this whole thing weird? An alien shows up exactly when Elliot disappears? Maybe the Spawn blessed Elliot and turned him into this stuttering alien?"
Of course, the cultist just had to mention the Spawn.

"I dunno, buddy," Shedletsky laughed, "We’re still figuring it out! At least stop scaring the poor thing— looks like they’re gonna explode any minute."

Shedletsky turned back to Builderman near the stairs.

"G’night, by the way. Sleep before too late. you don't want to pass out in the next round did ya?"

Two Time watched the two admins head upstairs, then glanced back at the alien.

"The Spawn must have blessed you, little one.
Surviving your first round? Hah." Taph immediately moved his arms around angrily, scolding Two Time, while the alien just blinked at them, totally lost.

Two Time thought to themselves—
Maybe they don’t understand our language? Eh, no big deal. They could teach them later if needed.

Two Time stood up, waving lazily, and headed to their own cabin. Behind them, Taph was still angrily flailing, and the alien was still staring, confused.

Today was one hell of a round. An alien arrival, Elliot’s disappearance enough to make the admins' heads spin. But for Two Time? They thought it was one of the most *interesting* rounds they'd had in a while.

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Weird… Everything’s weird! I mean, on a sunny day when the sun lights up a peaceful world, there’s always something that breaks the calm. I just wanted to deliver pizza to a customer and KABOOMM! I got teleported to some strange place with a purple river? Why is the water purple!? And those spikes suddenly appeared, wait a minute. THEY’RE COMING THIS WAY!?

“OH SRIP—” And... yep, some of those giant spikes hit me, and before I could even react, some weird creature smacked me with its bizarre hand. What even is that thing? An alien? A mythical creature or something!? Forget it, now my body feels like it’s being torn apartand. before that strange hand could strike again, a gunshot echoed.

“Heh, lucky shot! Hey kid, we better run.”
The guy grinned. AND WHAT DID THEY EVEN SAY? WHAT LANGUAGE IS THAT!? Forget it, I’M DYING. That guy with the sunglasses pulled me into a big house and we hid in the corner of the room with a big table in the center, panting after running far from the last place we were.

—🛸🍕—
“We should be safe now,” Chance said, flipping a coin and catching it again. After deciding he’d flipped it enough, he turned his full attention to the alien.

“A new survivor, huh... Lady Luck must love you to make you meet ME in this situation.” Chance grinned wider while the alien looked completely lost (technically… yes, they didn’t understand a words Chance was saying). A sudden humming noise from the closed generator made them both turn to the sound—it was someone else.

“Eh, sorry! I didn't mean to surprise yo— whoa, hey a new suvivor..? W-welcome, I guess—” It was Noob, they smiled warmly at the alien. Chance walked over waved to them, and Noob waved back. Great! now Alien Elliot was totally ignored. Not that they cared, but their body felt worse, probably because of the weird trail they accidentally stepped on?

All the alien wanted was to go back to work, gazing at the beautiful pink sky with fluffy clouds while delivering pizza. And now.. Why were they here... Did they accidentally hit an invisible portal made by some random crazy Zoboinkian? Alien Elliot sighed and lazily turned to look at the three people chatting. Wait, three? First is the guy with fedora on his head, the second one is the yellow with blue sweater and then the third one is— OH SRIP, THAT WEIRD-HANDED CREATURE AGAIN.

“ZER ZER!! BREVIN YOR! BREVIN YOR!!”
The alien panicked. The two turned toward them.

“Hey kid, relax—what’s—” The alien pointed wildly behind them. They turned and— That creature smiled.
“Umm, Chance…”
“RUN.”

The three of them— no, now four—ran, with Noob now pulling the alien along. They ran and ran, dodging corrupted trails and giant spikes that popped out everywhere. Once they’d gone far enough, Chance drew his gun, aimed, and KABOOM! An explosion right to the Chance’s face.

Chance winced, holding his face. Hafl of their sunglasses were cracked, and some shards had gotten into his eye from the gunshot. Ouch. Half his face was practically roasted and the other half was bleeding.

“OUCH OUCH OUCH, whoa chill bro—” Chance lured John Doe in the opposite direction. He spotted Shedletsky and a Guest on the other side of the map and yelled at Noob

“Hey kid, get the new guy somewhere safe! If you’re lucky, you might run into Builderman around there!” Chance gripped their fedora tightly so it wouldn’t blow off as he sprinted toward the other two Sentinels.

Noob nodded and turned to Alien Elliot, their face pale after seeing the explosion caused by Chance’s gun. Stunned, they stepped back, tripped on the edge between the river and the land, and fell. Noob tried to catch them, but too late Alien Elliot had fallen.

“OH GOD, ARE YOU OKAY?” Noob grabbed Alien Elliot’s arm in panic and checked on them.
“How do you feel? H-hey you okay?”

‘Crap… I fell into that suspicious purple water… Eugh my head hurts what are they saying? I don’t get it... forget it, it hurts too much…’ Alien Elliot held their head, vision spinning, feeling like their brain was kneaded like pizza dough. Soon after, they passed out, causing Noob to panic even more.

“W-ha—Hey, wake up… PLEASE Don’t pass out now!”
Noob looked around desperately for help until they decided to carry the alien to a safer place, praying they’d find Builderman or a medkit. Every now and then, they glanced at the giant countdown timer in the sky, trying to see how much longer they needed to survive. Luckily, they found Builderman not far away.
—🛸—
“And that’s how I met Builderman with a dying (?) alien on my back….” Two Time listened to Noob’s story attentively, intrigued by the alien’s sudden appearance coinciding with the mysterious disappearance of Elliot.

It was strange. Elliot vanished just as this alien—who looked just like him appeared. Had Specter gotten bored and kidnapped Elliot from another planet… or maybe another dimension? Who knows. That entity whatever it is absurd enough to pull off anything when bored.
So… where's our Elliot?

Meanwhile, Alien Elliot was “chatting” with Taph. Not exactly chatting, but they SOMEHOW understood each other despite speaking different languages. Thanks to Taph’s quick teaching of simple sign language, they managed to communicate.

“🙋💕🆙🛸" (I’m interested in alien stuff)
“Freal? I Zappy!” (Really? I’m happy!)
“Zriler sarle kyu” (The killer scares me)
❓ (Which one?)
“Kripi” (Spiky)
✌🔪❌ (Better than Jason)

“What an interesting peculiarly. Let’s see what they do for entertainment next.” Soon after Two Time spoke, the buzzing of a clock signaled that the round was about to start. The survivors gathered in the main cabin. The trio of admins (and one former admin) moved aside slightly to discuss strategy with Guest 1337.

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Planet Voss

Luckily, our beloved alien spawned with our dear Guest 1337. They stared at each other in silence. Awkward... That’s how they felt. Eventually, they walked side by side without a word, with Guest alert and the alien watching the military movements ahead.

The place reminded Ellien of planets they’d visited to deliver pizza. White walls were everywhere, and some sort of aircraft or was it a capsule? sat nearby. It definitely couldn’t fly. In front of the capsule was a generator. Guest knocked on it, signaling to work on it, and showed how to repair it. Alien watched closely.

“Yor Zhank!” (Thank you) Guest smiled slightly and let the alien handle the rest. Guest kept watch, scanning for approaching killers or anyone needing help. Safe… thankfully. No bloodthirsty killers, no green hate-beasts, no killer spikes, no mysterious violent bunny, or the giggling red creature- wait, scratch that. Giggling sounds approached.

Guest tensed, ready to defend. The alien, unaware of the danger, focused on fixing the generator cables. While concentrating, the alien was suddenly struck—falling on their back, bleeding from the head, their iconic blue visor knocked off. Guest quickly pulled them back and blocked a second attack from the red kid, punching them square in the face.

“N0T F41R!!!!” Guest used the moment to drag Alien Elliot to the other side of the map, unable to retrieve the visor.

“ZRAIT! VIVOR, MI VIVOR” Too late. The alien was dragged away to Builderman’s hidden dispenser. There, Taph was healing and Builderman waved them over. Guest spoke briefly with Builderman and returned to confront the red kid.

Meanwhile, Alien Elliot was anxious—having lost their visor. Taph noticed their expression and asked with sign language if they were okay. The alien pointed to their forehead—missing visor. Understanding the issue, Taph clapped with enthusiasm.

"❌😥🕵💣✨🔛🛄❗" (DON’T WORRY, DETECTIVE TAPH’S ON THE CASE!)” Taph struck a heroic detective pose. Alien Elliot’s eyes sparkled and they struck a pose too. Taph suggested they recover the visor after their head wound healed. Thanks to Builderman’s dispenser, the wound healed faster than normal. Builderman watched them from afar, shaking his head in amusement.

“At least they’re having fun,” he thought, and went off to find another generator leaving the duo to their own adventure.