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It was early in the morning, sun barely shining through the survivors' windows. Everyone was asleep, well.. Not everyone. It was most, only Shedletsky and Taph were awake during the early mornings. Chance always joked, saying how they were quite literally birds– And overused the joke of "Early bird gets the worm!". Neither of them minded, they found it to be quite funny. Well, during that specific morning, the sound asleep survivors were unpleasantly awoken by a loud, siren like scream.

Guest had ran down the stairs with his striped pyjamas, worried someone might've gotten hurt– or anything bad.

Jane, who had brought her medkit and medicine for whatever was to hold downstairs, seemed pretty disappointed.

Two Time crouch walked through the upstair hallways with their dagger in hand, ready to launch at anybody who seemed to be a danger to them. 

Dusekkar had already gotten dressed quickly, barely looking presentable– But he slept naked, he didn't wanna traumatise anybody. Who knows? Maybe that freaky red kid had gotten a way to get into their cabin, he wasn't ready for that.

Builderman never bothered to wake up, knowing that scream and that voice from a thousand miles away, He didn't bother to go downstairs and check up on them, he was sure Gesut would take care of that. And he was right.

Chance didn't even wake up.

Elliot was scoffing as he reached the living room, eyes locking with Shedletsky's as he threatened him with his gaze. He knew that old, greasy man was the one who had screamed so damn loud, awaking them from such peaceful sleep at the ass crack of the fucking morning. 

With everyones threatening gaze, and the shine of Two Time's newly sharpened dagger, Shedletsky attempted to make himself look.. Smaller. They never addressed the elephant in the room, the huge box that had dropped from Shedletsky's head onto the table. Everybody was too mad at Shedletsky for ruining their sleep schedules to even bother to mess with it, yet Two Time was curious– Lifting their dagger as they watched Shedletsky scream thinking they wanted to stab him.

Stabbing the box, Two Time shredded the cardboard with a manic grin. Everyone watched, Two Time and Taph were the only ones extremely close to the box, the two having little to no fear of what could be inside. 007n7 attempted to speak up, his voice cracking as he stared at Two Time and Taph exchange items, since the dagger didn't work.

"What if there are explosives, or something that could hurt us permanently in that..?" 007n7 asked, everyone's attention adverting to him. Two Time's tail stood still, yet attempting to look big. They didn't look exactly fearful, yet their tail said everything. Taph just shrugged, his expression unreadable due to the mask and massive hood covering his head.

"I've dealt with way too many explosives to care about this shit, and I think most of us would rather die than stare at this god forsaken box for hours on end." Taph signed, everyone cracking their necks as they turned to Dusekkar, and with a sigh, Duse began.

"Too many blasts, I've quite run out of any cares. This box, though. It's a sterile blight, a curse to hold in endless light. I'd rather face a fiery tomb, than stare at this in silent gloom." Dusekkar expressed, feeling quite proud of his carefully rhymed words. Though, the stares of confusion from everyone, humbled him. Maybe they were too stupid, maybe his translation was bad.

"Y'know, whatever!!!! Open this shit!" Shedletsky huffed, still rubbing against his head as an attempt to relieve the pain from that hell of a box. Before anybody could approach it, Chance had jumped out of nowhere, body slamming the box and surprisingly.. Ripping it up. Phones fell out of the cardboard walls, each with personalised names and covers for each survivor.

"Fuck you 7n7 for saying we'd explode from this." Elliot scoffed, reaching for the red and orange coloured device, opening it up before getting flash banged by two characters of one of his past favourite fandoms kissing. He quickly covered his phone screen, earning attention from Jane, who seemed to be worried for him.

"Everything okay, Elliot?" Jane carefully asked, putting a hand on Elliot's shoulder and rubbing. Elliot, through his embarrassment, quickly nodded. His lips zipped shut, looking down at the phone screen once again. 007n7 stifled a laugh, throwing a hand over his mouth before busrting into laughter. Elliot began yelling at him for looking, accusing him of weird things while the man laughed.

NEWBIE CREATED A GROUPCHAT

NEWBIE RENAMED THE GROUPCHAT TO "THE DEPTHS OF HELL".

casinogambler: hey gang

newbie: Hiya Chance!!!!

Birdiewiththeflirty: How the hell does 7n7 not know how to work a device

pizzadelivery: Bitch has been hacking my fucking establishment yet cant work a phone

Guest1337_: Lets be polite, Elliot.

casinogambler: HELL YEAH NOW KISS

pizzadelivery: WHAT.

Guest1337.: Kiss? Who should kiss?

casinogambler: YOU AND 7N7 DUMBASS

Guest1337.: Do not disrespect me. And.. What.?

shedthishair: LMFAOAJIAIIJAQJIIQA YOU BROKE OUR OLD MAN

casinogambler: STOP PELASE IM DESPERTAE FOR HAXXER X SOLDIER OR SOMETHING

pizzadelivery: eugh

Guest1337.: Mad that it isn't you?

shedthishair: OU HE FIGTIN BACK YES

pizzadelivery: Why would I be envious? It's not like I like that old man or something

Guest1337.: I never said you were envious.

pizzadelivery: ...

Buildertheman: Get clocked bitch.

shedthishair: DOD I JUST WITENESS BM SAY A CURSE WORD??? OHHHH DAVID UR IN SOO MUCH TROUBELEEEEE

007n7: Does this work?

007n7: Oh, what happened..?

007n7: You guys seem tense.

pizzadelivery: Shut it old hag.

Guest1337.: Ignore him, Sev. 

Buildertheman: Yes, it works, 007n7.

0007n7: Oh, great! And thank you, Guest!

casinogambler: the sexual tension is soooo strong when r u gonna fuck them

Theywiththedagger: I fear that Dear Spawn wouldn't be happy with.. Threesomes..

shedthishair: make it a gang bang cuz me and bm are joinin

Buildertheman: When the hell have I agreed with this.

shedthishair: didnt u agree when u were with me in bed last jight :(((

casinogambler: i expected every ship BUT shedletsky and builderman

newbie: Not complaining, Shed would be bottom

shedthishair: I SAID THIS TO APPEAR LIKE A TOP NOT A BOTTOM WTF

007n7: Shedletsky don't miss your load like how you miss your stuns

shedthishair: 007N7 WTF I RHOUGHT YOUD BE ON MY SIDE I DENFEDNED YOU

007N7: No thanks..

Theywiththedagger: Please repent for your sins before it's too late, dear friend. With your words, I am sure Spawn wouldn't be happy of this.

shedthishair: MAN WHO DARES WHAT UR FUCKASS CULT LORD THINKS I JSUT GOT REJECTED AND CLOCKED AND BETRAYED

Theywiththedagger: Did you just say my religion is a cult? I respected you, Shedletsky. Sleep with one eye open tonight.

shedthishair: wait im sorry two rime

casinogambler: haha two time more like one time

casinogambler: cha ching

casinogambler: im so funny rifht

casinogambler: guys

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007n7 spotted how 1x1x1x1 seemed to be carrying some kind of small device, he found out during him looking for where Taph was for Dusekkar, but spotting some kind of connection coming from 1x1x1x1 marked with green. Dusekkar noticed his slight shiver, raising a brow at the screen infront of him. "A little circle, emerald bright, that signals something, day or night.. A whisper soft, a silent plea. I ask this question, tirelessly: What does it truly mean to be?" Dusekkar asked, pointing towards it.

"Duse, whatever the fuck you're saying.. The green dot means that there's some kind of connection that usually phones or devices have, I'm assuming 1x has a phone and if he has one, then every killer does." 007n7 explained, rubbing his temple. He had barely survived figuring out what the box had, and with the new found knowledge that the killers have ones too.. Made him think, could they hack into the groupchat?

Looking to his side, Dusekkar had already walked away to where he thought Taph was. 007n7 got up hurriedly, looking at the c00lgui in his hand as he headed towards the tracker that was named BM. Since he was the oldest, or well.. Looked oldest. Or, looked more professional? 007n7 always headed to him and tell him about everything, usually about the killers.

Approaching Builderman, he tapped him on the shoulder. "Builderman, I think 1x and the killers have phones too– They might hack into the gro–" 007n7 was quickly cut off by Shedletsky yelling at him to shut his mouth, while Builderman did apologise for it, he also kind of ignored his words– Focusing on praising Shedletsky. 007n7 went quiet, realising Two Time's words were true– He was always alone.

FLASHBACK

"007n7, why are you always alone?" Two time asked, playing around with their dagger as they eyed 007n7. The older man went quiet, he had always asked the same question. Everyone was paired up with one or two people, he was paired with.. None. Of course, Guest tried including him into some conversations and events, but he ended up trialling behind him. It reminded him of his highschool years, where he would trial off behind popular kids to avoid getting tormented.

After he had started going into his own cabin, trapping himself inside there, they all left him alone with his thoughts. The only ones barely talking to him were Two Time and Taph with his sign language, since he took that into advantage after finding out 007n7 used to go mute and use sign language.

Chance also tried attempting talking to him, to form a bond with him. Chance always looked up to how determined 007n7 was to ensure their safety, whether it was using his hacking abilities or the c00lgui. But Elliot eventually dragged Chance, unintentionally forcing him to distance himself from 007n7. 007n7 really missed their conversations, he missed Chance.

"Don't know, Two.. Have a slight bad past with everyone." 007n7 laughed awkwardly, all while Two Time stared at him with no expression, yet their tail drooped, feeling bad for 007n7. Two Time made it clear to 007n7 that they would find someone to be 007n7's friend, whether it was praying to Spawn so much they get sick of it– Or anything else.

007n7 Appreciated that.

007n7 Appreciated Two Time's determination.

007n7 Appreciated everyone, just secretly. Just to avoid problems.

FLASHBACK ENDED

007n7 ended up hiding in a corner for the remaining of the round, occasionally waving to Taph as he and Dusekkar walked by. He tracked the killers' location, not wanting to get killed and disappoint his.. well, afraid of disappointing the survivors. They always got mad at him for allowing himself to be the last man standing, and then proceed to run into the killer to end his fate. 007n7 has 0 last man standing badges.

He looked at the stats of everyone, before shockingly finding out they all died. He was the last man standing, again. He huffed, rolling his eyes as he got up, looking at the c00lgui screen before heading the opposite direction of 1x's. It was a long walk, considering they were sadly in planet voss. As he was walking, he thought about how he was so useless. His abilities literally only helped himself, never others. Maybe thats why everyone hates him.

He could hear Elliot's voice, yelling at him for probably walking while he most likely has a killer on him. 007n7 wished they were in horror hotel, so he could just disappear between the balls in the ballpit. He always did that, it worked for a few times before the killers memorised his tactics. He really missed lying there, taking a small nap.. But everything comes to an end eventually.

He was hearing boss music, he didn't think much of it– He will die anyways, he just wished it would be a fast and painless death. He suddenly froze in his place after seeing the green lights come closer to him, before he heard a distorted voice behind him, laughing at him and all. He seemed to notice how 1x memorised where he would go.

"Wow, I keep getting stuck with your nasty ass. So sad.. You have yet to learn, your spots are so easy to find." 1x degraded, lifting 007n7 by his neck, watching as his legs dangled by. He scoffed after seeing how hopeless he still was, rolling his eyes. It pissed him off, he wanted to see his victim wringing, struggling against his tight grip as they tried to escape. But 007n7 never was that, he was calm, relaxed, only a few whimpers and choked sighs came out of him.

"Fuck this shit." 1x yelled, throwing 007n7 onto the ground. That was something new, he expected 007n7 to run away, to make an escape. But 007n7 stayed in his place, waiting for his fate. 1x's face seemed to soften a bit, a sigh puffing out of his lips as he walked towards 007n7, grabbing him by his small ponytail and dragging him to God knows where.

"Don't wanna go back." 007n7 muffled, eyes dull and empty. 1x attempted to ignore his angsty self, gritting his teeth. "Don't wanna see them again. Don't wanna hear them yelling all day because I couldn't survive." 007n7 continued, 1x giving him a glance before grunting under his breath and muttering out loud:

"Well, you're surviving now."

And with that, 007n7 and 1x disappeared. 

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"What the fuck?! Did he fucking die—?!" Elliot screamed as he spectated, Chance beside him hoping and cheering that survivors would win, yet they knew the result if it was 007n7 as the last man standing. They had gotten used to it, yet never cared to check up on 007n7, thinking this was all a side effect from not seeing c00lkidd for so long.

Suddenly, Chance let out a scream. Eyes wide, looking around. Guest perked up, looking over at them. They stared at the screen, reading how it said "CONNECTION LOST, PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER." with a video of 1x teleporting with an unconscious 007n7. Chance looked at Guest and Elliot, not believing his eyes. He hoped he didn't, he didn't want to have another member missing.

"He's gone, guys! He's fucking gone!" Elliot yelled, gaining the attention from Builderman and Shedletsky. They showed them the video, replaying it all over again since Chance got it on video, keeping the videos of 007n7 as the last man standing to cheer 007n7 up if he ever got a win, which.. He never.

"What the hell?" Builderman mumbled under his breath, rubbing his temple all while Shedletsky laughed. "Hah! Probably got sent to the banlands, where he deserves to be!!" he cackled, Elliot looked at him wirh a disgusted look, while Chance looked at him with a plea, as if begging him not to joke about this. Shedletsky ended up going quiet because of their stares, while Guest replayed the video over and over, trying to convince himself its not real.

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007n7 shuffled awake, rubbing his eyes as he groaned. He didn't feel any pain, no headaches, no shame, nothing. That was weird, he expected something would be wrong with him after he got killed by 1x1x1x1. He looked around the room, red curtains.. A little handmade c00lkidd keychain, everything was in its place. He sighed, relieved that he was okay. Now, he had to go talk to Two Time and help them learn at least some sign language to understand Taph's words.

He jumped out of his bed, stretching his arms and yawning. It had been quite a while since he had gotten some good sleep, usually woken up by Elliot aggressively shaking him out of his sleep. He wondered how Elliot had keys to his cabin, yet he never had the guts to ask. He would just obey, eat, and sleep all over again. It was a comfortable cycle, yet the sudden aggression in his sleep messed with him a bit, turning him insomniac.

He put his hand on the knob of the door, twisting it and walking out the room. He looked around, weird. Usually, Shedletsky would be challenging Guest to a fight, it was his way of saying he wanted to be trained by the soldier. Nobody ever minded it, they just got easily annoyed by Shedletsky's loud screaming whenever they went training in the forest, it felt and sounded so uncanny.

What was even weirder, was that he was alone. If the survivors weren't in the living room, they'd be making noise upstairs— Whether their footsteps, or talking. Or literally anything, like for example.. Dusekkar using the washing machine in his room. It was the only washing machine in the whole cabin, and everyone wondered how he even got it powered. But, Dusekkar was a magic pumpkin, so nobody asked.

As they walked, they noticed a slight glitch in the air. It's not that they see it, they feel it. They feel that something was creeping on them. Watching them. Stalking his actions. It wasn't scary, he always figured it was Taph, because the boy liked getting to know people who help him. It wasn't unusual, it happened quite a lot, and 007n7 always assured him it was fine.

THE DEPTHS OF HELL

007n7: Hey, where are you guys?

casinogambler: what the fcuk. SEVEN UR STILL ALIVE????AR EYOU OKAY?????

007n7: Oh, yeah! I'm fine!

007n7: Where is Taph? I can feel him staring

Birdiewiththeflirty: boy I've been in my own cabin even since the round ended, plus you went missing.. didn't 1x literally take u lol

007n7: No? I think I'm in the cabin, you guys just seem to not be here. That's unusual, usually I'd be seeing the G̸̳͛r̶̨̛͈E̴̳̱̋@̵̱̍̕S̵͉͑3̶̛̩̠́ ̴̛̳͈p̶̛̤ͅ!̷̢̭̀̇G̶̯̓ fighting with t̴͓͈̓ͅř̷͔͔̇̕3̶̯̱́̐ñ̸̫̖͇̌̇€̵͚̼̈́ḣ̵̻̭̔̽ ̶̢̂͗m̸̧͝0̶̖̎ñ̶͎k̶̡̨̥͑͝͝3̷̦̣͌̊̈¥̷̲̪̈́̀..

Guest1337.: Trench monkey? Are you serious, Seven?

shedthishair: grease pig is so insane sev..

pizzadelivery: What a way to greet them after going missing. Nice going, 007n7.

007n7: What the fuck. What the fuck. I didn't say that. I swear I said Shedletsky and Guest.

007n7: Please, I swear.. I don't know why it said that. I don't know why it said anything!

007n7: Guys..??? P̵͔̜̑͒l̸̝̩̾e̶͖͇͗̏@̴͕̘̕s̵̨͕̎̆2̶̗̣̆ ̵̬̖͑̕d̴͙̳͊̚0̴̼̽̊n̸̛̫̋'̷̦̄t̸̡̮́ ̷̡̞̌l̴̘͕̿ë̶̦̓͜å̴̱̃¥̷̨̺̀̋ē̷̠͌ ̶̖̇́m̵̯̮͊ḛ̸̡͌̎ ̷̢́H̶͇͙̾E̴̫̿r̷̜͉̈́3̶̹̎͋.

Theywiththedagger: Dear Spawn! Are you alright, Exploiter? It seems like you're being possessed of some sort! Wouldn't you like a ritual to be held?

007n7: .. No, No thank you Two.

007n7: Guest? Shed?? I'm sorry.. I swear I didn't mean it, I didn't say it

shedthishair: whatever man i ainr the type to hold grudges but u better watch out during rounds cuh im not saving your ass

pizzadelivery: "I ain't the type to hold grudges" proceeds to threaten a survivalist with not protecting him anymore

casinogambler: HEY SEV ITS OKAY ME TWO TIME TAPH AND ELLIOT WILL PROTECT U IF THAT GREASE PIG WONT

shedthishair: that insult was DEFINITELY on purpose.

pizzadelivery: Wait what??? I never agreed

Guest1337.: I never backed out on helping him.

casinogambler: YEAH!!!! AND GUEST

007n7: Thank you guys,, for believing me.

007n7: And, Elliot.. You don't need to do anything, just.. Keep in mind, a slice a round could keep me going.

pizzadelivery: Whatever

007n7 scratched his head once he shut off his phone, looking around. He looked behind him, nothing. He looked infront of him, nothing. He felt the urge to look behind, and so he did. That was the biggest mistake of his life, because he quickly got jumpscared by a purplish guy. 007n7 screamed, almost a girlish scream. He looked at the entity, attempting to study it before it began cackling, glitching noises playing as they laughed.

"BaHAHWWHAHAHAA!!!!!! I could– Tooo—Ta2lly beat you in Forsa–Ken!!!!" The entity laughed, pointing at 007n7. After wiping his tears, The entity took a great look at 007n7, mostly judging their sense of style. Like.. Really? A burger hat, AND a cat t-shirt? Cute, but it doesn't suit a man who has a stub and a moustache. 

"Hah– God, Se-v-Seven would've laughed so ha-AAA-RD at your outfit. I wo-nd..er where h- he is n-nYEOW!" 007n7's eyes twinkled, that nickname– This entity wouldn't know it if they didn't know 7n7. But as he raised his expectations up, they quickly took hold of him by his neck, turning him around like a mama cat carrying her kitten.

"Ooo~ Yo-Ure heaa-AAAAAA-rt is beating f-AS-t! D-d-Oooo you have a crush on Meeee?!" They cackled, continuing to hold them while walking around. It was as if 007n7 was just a toy, made for this guy's entertainment. They even carried him like one!

"Noli, let go of him." 1x sighed, rubbing his temple as they watched Noli grumble. 007n7's neck cracked as he turned to look at the entity, shock written all over his face. His lips parted a bit, his jaw almost dropping at the fact of how.. disoriented Noli looked.

"You're NOLI?!!!!!!" 007n7 let out a scream, Noli jumping back at how loud he was. Being a bit intimidated, Noli nodded with an awkward, confident, yet nervous grin. Like they didn't know what was coming for them. Like they didn't remember who 007n7 was. It all made Seven mad. How could Noli forget about him? They literally attempted to raise a child together, well.. That was before Noli left for the void star.

"I'm.. I'm 007n7! Don't you remember me?!" 007n7 yelled, forcing Noli to let go before grabbing him by his collars, as if threatening the man if he even muttered with a word that started with the letter N. Noli laughed glitchedly, beginning to cackle like the donkey he is. 007n7 was holding back leaving, he would rather spend his time with his worst enemy, Shedletsky, than deal with the cow infront of him.

"Ohhh, Se-sev-Seveeen! I've missed yy-OoOOOO-U, concerning that you aren't one of uuuuu-s with your past.. Hmmmm?" Noli teased, brushing his thumb against 007n7's lips. 007n7 knew and was well aware of the sexual tension they used to hold, but he never expected that it would follow him even after he was.. Dead.

"I shot myself." 007n7 said bluntly, causing Noli to freeze briefly, eyes wide and shocked. Noli expected 007n7 to be shooting around, but not at himself. It kind of pained him, but as a killer, the feeling went away within seconds, replaced by pride and joy at 007n7's words, as if proud of 007n7 for thinking of that.

"Wowww! Goo-OoooOOO-d Joo-Wwwwb! Such a go-OooOOO-D Bo-uy." Noli teased, sensing John Doe and 1x's judgemental glares, yet 1x seemed to hold more hatred than usual, but Noli just thought it was 1x annoyed by their sexual tension, and that they'll be happily married in a few months. He just.. Had to get that Guest guy away, to make 007n7 all his.

1x stared at them, gagging and scoffing as he rolled his eyes, looking away. Noli was such a bad person, they were clearly using 007n7. He was much better in his opinion. He was hotter, prettier, humbler, and 007n7's kids loved him. They didn't like Noli, though. pr3typriincess loved 1x for always agreeing on having tea parties with her, or dress up with her. Even with the beauty pageant worth makeup, they still made it work. bluudud loved 1x because 1x always helped him set up his streaming equipment, if Noli were to touch that he would break everything in bluudud's words. c00lkidd loved him because he was just.. Green. He was nice, and he was green. He didn't like purple because it would be all of their colors mixed, all as in c00lkidd, pr3typriincess, and bluudud. He just didn't like that.

1x knew everything about his kids, from their favourite food to their favourite roblox incident. He knew everything. And Noli knew nothing. Nobody liked Noli. Why did 007n7 have to like them? He couldn't even stay by 007n7's side while he was raising a kid, 1x would. Not only 1x, but Guest 1337 too. He knew Guest had some kind of feelings towards 007n7 that 007n7 cannot decipher, but he knew.

He knew everything, it was just how he was created.

Created to stay in line, to notice everything.

He even noticed when 007n7 started losing LMS, when he begged 1x to kill him permanently so that he didn't have to see everyone's disappointed faces. He knew they heard everything while spectating 007n7, but nobody ever changed. Except for Jane and Guest, no one else. Not a single soul. 

1x knew how 007n7 enjoyed being a comfort to other people, like Chance and Two Time. Those two didn't have any father figures, Two Time's father figure had gone missing even though they were in a realm, and Chance used to look up to Builderman and Shedletsky before finding out they secretly hated some people from the survivors, including 007n7.

He knew how Elliot was dragging Chance away, he thought Elliot was over dramatic– He knew Elliot cared, but Elliot never showed it to 007n7. 007n7's problems all somehow originate to Elliot, but he never dares to make any apologies, he just continues on being hateful towards 007n7. Sometimes, 1x thought Elliot was the perfect creation for hatred with that much hatred towards one person.

Maybe he was noticing too much.

"Amarah?" 007n7's voice snapped him back into reality, the dark haired cultist waving softly towards 007n7. 007n7 seemed shocked, never expecting that Two Time's father figure was still.. Alive. He needed proof for Two Time, to raise his hopes into meeting his father after so many long, gruelling years Two Time spent alone.

"Ah ah ah, I don't like pictures." Amarah shook his head, the Spawn necklace clanking against the other necklaces by his neck as he moved his head. 007n7's eyes widened, quickly turning a bit glossy as he failed the attempt to show Two Time what kind of miracle he just saw.

"Amarah– Two Time's been mourning over you, if they don't find out you've been alive all this time and realise I've kept this a secret– I might.. Lose another friend!" 007n7 panickly yelled, looking at the other survivor with plea in his eyes. Amarah seemed to nod, as if knowing.

"Then, I will assume Two Time will need to be severely punished by the dear Spawn if he ends things with you over such pathetic reason." Amarah insisted, yet noticing the glisten of 007n7's eyes, they finally gave in with a sigh. They approached the man, sitting beside him and raising the phone 007n7 had, taking a picture with him waving, while 007n7 smiling awkwardly.

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007n7: Two Time. Two Time. TWO TIME.

Theywiththedagger: Oh, my dear Spawn! What seems to be the problem, and how may I assist you with it, dear exploiter?

007n7: 007N7 SENT A PHOTO.

Theywi5thedagger: Oh. Oh my Spawn. Thank goodness! I knew they were alive.. I knew it, they wouldn't leave us with no words.

casinogambler: SEVEN WHERE DID U FIND THEM

007n7: See, now.. Thats hard.

007n7: Remember how you guys said I went missing? Well, turns out I was in the killer cabin or some shit..

007n7: Reunited with my best friend, who would've been c00lkidd's second father

007n7: And then they just popped up. Waving at me.

Theywiththedagger: Oh my Spawn, at least they are still alive.. I knew they were safe!

Buildertheman: Killer cabin? You're in the killer cabin.?

Buildertheman: Seven, don't you realise how.. Stupid that sounds?

007n7: 007N7 SENT A VIDEO.

"Hey, Noli!" -John doe

"Wh-AaaAAAAT- N-yeEEOWWW, John?" -Noli before turning around and getting hit by a brick

"WHAT THE FU-AK?!" -Noli before a deep cackle in the background appears (1x)

"Yayy!!!! Good aim, uncle John!" -C00lkidd

007n7: Believe me now??

buildertheman: Yes. Yes I do believe you now.

shedthishair: UGH I CAN HEAR THAT DEEP ASS CACKLE FROM EVERYWHERE I KNOW ITS 1X

007n7: I fear it's quite cute.

Guest1337.: 007n7? Have they messed with your mind?

007n7: What!? No! 

shedthishair: seven you cant possibly have a crush on a random ass creatuon i made.

007n7: I NEVER SAID ITS A CRUSH?!!!!!

pizzadelivery: Oh come on, it's obvious..

casinogamberl: ITS OK I SUPPURT AS ALONG AS SEV IS SAFE:3

Theywiththedagger: I agree with the mighty gambler! Seven seems more happy with them, I suggest we support it or Spawn knows what will happen!

birdyqirhtheflirty: Oh eat my ass Seven Guest or Elliot are so much better than that purple freak

pizzadelivery: Taph I swear to God I hope a subspace explodes on you

birdywiththeflirty: As if I'm not used to it :P

Theywiththedagger: Shut up you're black

birdywiththeflirty: Are you being RACIST.

casinogambler: SHUT UP YOURE BLACK IS SO BAD TAPH UR DOOMED

newbie: and here i thought taph x two time was cute..

MagicPumpkin: A quiet worry sometimes fills my mind, that Taph's own race, some just might leave behind! But Taph, you shine so clear and true.. So beautiful in all that makes up you! Precisely, you are a joy to see, a stunning vision, wonderfully free.

casinogambler: noob i told u dusetaph was much better

birdywiththeflirty: Ohhh you're making me blush Dusekkar stawp ittttt

Guest1337.: Never say that again.

birdywiththeflirty: Stawp itttt im so smoolll and stinky cute... you gyus are so tall and im so smol.. uwu..><..

Guest1337.: GUEST1337. KICKED OUT BIRDIEWITHTHEFLIRTY

MagicPumpkin: No laughter rings, no gentle words.. No footsteps down the hallway to be heard. My waiting heart feels quite unnerved, Taph.. My dear, where have you disappeared?

Guest1337.: Oh spare us with your rhymes. My head hurts.

Buildertheman: A round is starting. Quit gossiping, and get prepared.

MagicPumpkin: My oh my, that rhymed! With a happy heart, I feel so proud! 

Buildertheman: ..Duse, just tell Taph.

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Guest spawned, it was one of the worst maps in Guest's opinion, underground war. It was so open, killers like 1x1x1x1 and John Doe could easily slam against the ground creating some kind of rocks popping out, it easily hurt Guest. He spawned with 007n7, heart beginning to beat faster as they waited for the younger one to prepare his c00lgui before they both reached for eachothers hands, interlocking them and walking around. 

They didn't know who was the killer, 007n7 had hope that it was Noli, he really wanted to talk to him again. Yet he was snapped out of his thoughts after hearing Guest begin to speak, giving stories and moments where he thought would entertain them for the time being until they found a generator. And he was right, it did entertain 007n7 and keep him occupied.

That was until the dark purple entity's laugh echoed around the map, a loud gunshot was heard before Chance was screaming and running behind 007n7, practically sacrificing him. Yet, Noli stood infront of 007n7 with a cheeky grin, not doing anything to him. Guest hesitatedm before throwing a punch towards the killer. "Guest, no!" 007n7 yelled, but it was too late.

"D-D-Do you act-t-tu-ually t-h-ink you can de-defe-eat me?" Noli cackled as he was stunned, staring into Guest's eyes while Guest quickly took hold of 007n7's hand again, dragging him and Chance somewhere hopefully far away enough from the freaky ass killer that seemed to be practically a bandage from how stuck he was to 007n7.

As they got chased, Guest stopped them, pushing 007n7 and Chance as an attempt to make them get a head start. Yet, 007n7 fell straight onto his face. Noli stood before 007n7, helping them up while glaring at Chance as if telling him to get out. And so he did, running away with fearful tears forming in his eyes, his glasses already broken.

"Hahahauha– S-son-ic— D-d-dea-dead or al-ali-ive, is m-i-mii-ne!!" Noli laughed as they got a hit on Guest, before quickly grabbing him by his hair, letting him dangle by it. Noli had disabled their abilities, a grin on their face. Guest seemed a bit taken aback, he never expected a killer to be this strong– But it didn't mean that he would back down.

Yet, before he could stun them for a bit, Noli's void star had aimed towards his face, exploding. Noli watched as the remainings of their brain leaked out, his head barely staying still. Noli grinned, throwing him in the air and pressing on him with his leg, as if he was a ping pong ball. He had quite the fun, yet, the second victim was that pizza delivery boy. He noticed how he kept healing that cultist boy, that ontop of being close to 007n7,

He walked towards the boy with a red hat, making a thinking sound as Elliot froze, slowly walking backwards in fear. "Hmm, I'-I-I'd like a-a-a pi-pi-z-za!" Noli taunted, grabbing his hat and crushing it under his feet. He had only a minute left, he used that to his advantage. He didn't care if he didn't win, he wanted revenge. Revenge for stealing his favourite boy.

Grabbing Elliot by his collar, Noli sharpened his nails and running it through his shirt and cutting it, before piercing through it into his chest. He could hear the boy whimper, choke on blood as Noli's finger appeared from the other side. He wasn't that important, it was just a threat since he made 007n7 sad all the time. It was caaaasual. 

As the clock ticked, the round ended. Guest had been severely injured, his body hurt, his head hurt, everything hurt. Yet, he would never blame 007n7.

Elliot, on the other hand, was screaming and yelling at 007n7, saying its his fault he got targeted, even though Noli was surrounded by Two Time, Chance, Shedletsky, and Noob. Yet Noli only targeted Elliot because Elliot was his friend.

"I'm.. Your friend?"

"Fuck no! You just think I am, but I'll never be friends with a freak like.. YOU!"

Elliot's words hit like a truck, he knew he was a freak– He knew he was disgusting, filthy, and ugly. But.. He never thought Elliot would actually say it, admit it in his face. It made 007n7 shrink down, his posture becoming worse than before. He really wished Noli made sure to take him back to the other cabin, so he could avoid stuff like this.

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Taph stared at Elliot, watching as he yelled at the poor old man (Who was definitely not near in their age.) He never liked how loud Elliot's voice can be, and whenever Elliot and that grease pit called Shedletsky would get in a fight, Builderman would spare them enough to make ear buds for them to prevent their ears from damaging further on. 

Dusekkar insited to Chance that Elliot and 007n7 would never be a thing, yet Chance brought up how 007n7 liked 1x1x1x1 even though the killer had only made the past few years he had lived in forsaken a living hell. Dusekkar thought about it, but he was yet to change his mind on Elliot and 007n7. Chance even brought Noob's artwork of them two, it was cute and pretty, yes. But it was toxic.

"Chance, I fear.. The seeds they sow. A bitter toxin, watching it grow. This violent realm, already grim, cannot endure Elliot and 007n7's poisoned whim." Dusekkar insisted, shaking his head as he slammed his staff against the ground to silence everybody. And.. Surprisingly, they did. everything had went silent, a small grin grew on Taph's lips underneath the mask. Dusekkar knew how sensitive Taph was to noise, considering he was a bird of some kind.

Chance huffed, already grumpy from 007n7 disappearing for a day and then coming back to deal with more pressure from Elliot. Chance ran up the stairs, Two Time's eyes following him before chasing after them, going into their room together. Elliot stared for a moment, debating whether he should follow after them or not. But he allowed himself to succumb, throwing a pizza at 007n7's face with a scoff. "Since you keep begging for it during the rounds." 

Everyone watched as Elliot chased after them, knocking on the door before being let in with a creepy, manic grinning Two Time. Everyone looked at eachother, this wasn't obvious at all! Definitely. Guest helped 007n7 get rid of the residue of his pizza covered face. He helped wash his face, well.. Doing most of the work that is. All that 007n7 did was hold his burger hat and shirt from getting wet.

Dusekkar sighed, shaking his head. "Seems like they're fuckin' in there." Shedletsky muffled a laugh, getting a nudge from Builderman. Taph let out heavy sighs, a way of telling Shedletsky he was laughing too. Shedletsky, with that, burst out laughing. He liked the idea of making people laugh, he liked being the center of attention.

What he didn't know, was that Builderman was always watching him, allowing him to be the center of attention atleast in someone's eyes. Which were Buildermans. Nobody understood what kind of love Builderman felt when looking at Shedletsky, the way his heart fluttered, face flushed, and an ugly yet vulnerable grin forming on his face whenever he saw Shedletsky.

Taph couldn't lie, once, hiding in a round, he heard Builderman and Shedletsky kissing. He made a pact to himself that he wouldn't tell anyone, and then proceeded to break it and now Dusekkar AND 007n7 know. He doesn't even know how 007n7 knows, but he guessed considering he knows sign language fluently. Like.. Way too fluently. 

Taph leaned onto Dusekkar, a loud breath leaving his lips. Dusekkar looked over at him, worry filling his gaze as he waited for Taph to sign something, yet he never did. "What is wrong, My dear bomb?" Dusekkar cracked a joke, making Shedletsky and Taph laugh even harder. Builderman and Dusekkar looked at eachother with smiles on their faces, enjoying how their partners giggled at their attempts at cracking jokes.

None of them wished for this to end, except one.

KILLERS ?

noleeforme: Gaud. I miss 007n7 so much. My pretty littel boy.. My fturuee husbandnew oo...

#1shedhater: Oh shut up about him, will you? He probably doesn't even like you, even his kids dont like you. Just give up, Noli.

noleeforme: Then I'll PROVE IT TO YOU!!!! I'll break into their little cabin and kidnap him once in for all.. then he can be all mine.. and we can sleep in the same bed.. walk the same floor.. wear the same cltohes..hasjiqxwjinqxwinjqxi

Jasonderulo: You're so delusional.

azuremrald: YOU CAN SPEAK?????

Jasonderulo: I'm mute. Not disabled.

noleeforme: ugh i wish you were disabled

bluudud: hes probably too busy fucking teh shit out of noob to even give a fuck about yoru comment

Jasonderulo: That is most definitely not true.

c00lkidd: 666, eat my ass!!

GEUEST666: dont say that coolkdi or ur dad will be maddddddd uh oh

c00lkidd: No.. Wait.. I'm sorry:( Din't tell daddy..

Itrapped: who tf even allowed him a phone bru

Itrapped: he's literally just annoying

GEUST666: coolkid when us ee mean people like that u say eat my booty cheeks okay?

c00lkidd: Itrapped!! Eat my booty cheeks!

Otrapped: im telling your dad

azuremrald: yeah as if he'd listen to your noob ass. your fatty of a boyfriend told me that 007n7 secretly hates noobs like you and noob

Itrapped: Who the fuck believes an anrgy purple blob like you

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"I really fucking hate Shedletsky." Chance muttered as he leaned against his window, Two Time staring at them with a creepy grin that they had surprisingly gotten.. used to? Elliot rolled his eyes, as if Chance's words weren't already true. For Elliot, it's not that he hated him— Shedletsky saved him a lot, he was much better than 007n7 in his opinion. But, sometimes, that guy was just outright annoying!

"I think a ritual would be perfect! Hmm.. Maybe, with the mighty Spawn's sacrifice, I may get a third life!" Two Time spoke with a grin, their dull, empty eyes flickering with mischief as they thought about their genius idea. Chance and Elliot turned to look at him, raising their eyebrows at them. If they agreed, even as a joke, Two Time would take it seriously. If they didn't, Two Time might target them next. It's a gambling game. Like they have to take the risk.

"Yeahhh.. Nooo.. I feel like if we killed them in the survivor cabin, he'd spawn as a killer and murder us all for revenge." Chance took the risk, scratching his head as he smiled towards Two Time. Two Time's smile faltered for a second, but the next it got even bigger. As if they had worst ideas to torture Shedletsky.

"Then lets stop giving him food! I think starving him would be good, because then he wouldn't be called a grease pig if he got as skinny as 007n7!" Two Time cheered from their idea, leaning onto the two as they held their hands, as if trying to get them to agree with him- And if they were trying that, it meant the idea was bad and they knew it was bad.

"No, because then he would wake me up asking where random shit is. I ain't ready for that." Elliot disagreed, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away. Two Time's creepy grin turned into a depressing frown, but it quickly came back as he looked for Chance's reaction, if Elliot didn't agree, Chance would. He's a gambler, right?

"I think thats a bad idea.. If Guest doesn't join some matches, then Shedletsky would be too weak alone, and would be even weaker if he was.. Y'know.. Skinny as 007n7." Chance shook his head, watching as Two Time's smile faltering again, as if he was getting pissed off. Two Time let go of their hands, before plopping themselves on Chance's bed.

"You guys don't love me anymore.. I'm trying to help you and you're trying to hurt me.. You guys hate m—" Two Time was cut off by Elliot slapping their back, earning a loud scream from the cultist. Chance muffled a laugh, watching as Two Time slowly raised his head to look at Elliot with a threatening look.

"Don't even try with that shit, I told you and swore that I'll be slapping you if you try it again." Elliot reminded Two Time, yet Two Time didn't stop glaring at him. They just had another creepy smile growing on their face, their tail perking up and wings slightly puffing up slightly as they thought of a comeback.

"Yeah, but you didn't swear to Spawn. Our mighty lor–" Two Time was quickly cut off with Elliot's disgusting look, making them shudder. Elliot was scary. He wasn't afraid to show his hatred or disgust towards someone. Two Time was walking on eggshells whenever they were Elliot, like a single bad word and Elliot would be burying them in the forest.

"Can we cuddle?" Elliot and Two Time's ears perked up, looking at Chance as they thought about his plea. Elliot didn't rrally mind, it was just that Two Time was a bit sensitive to physical touch— Considering they had wings made of bones and flesh. Not to mention, but Chance always laid or sat on their tail. It hurt, so bad.

"Yeah, sure." Elliot nodded, Chance immediately grinning and removing his glasses. Chance, being a bit insecure of his eyes, usually used the glasses to advert the attention. Nobody ever minded that, but also nobody ever saw his eyes. He had gotten pressured a few times to take the glasses off, but it wasn't to the point where he actually did.

Elliot and Two Time always thought about how his eyes were attractive, it made him look more handsome, and they showered Chance with compliments on them. When Amarah used to be here, they would also take it to advantage, complimenting the boy on stuff he thought wasn't masculine enough.

"Are you guys okay?" Chance asked, snapping them back into reality. They shook their heads, Two Time giggling while Elliot awkwardly pulled Chance in, both of them lying beside Two Time, yet keeping a small distance until Two Time wanted to cuddle with them. They were always on the door part, Elliot and Chance usually giving them that space so they wouldn't press onto their wings or tail. Two Time appreciated that.

"Guahahaha.. Chance, your eyes are very well-favoured! They are attracting me." Two Time flirted, yet with the words they were using it just made them sound.. Old? Chance grinned, his face flushing a bit as he waved his hand around, hitting Elliot a few times. It was just grazes, Elliot was just over dramatic.

"Ohh, stawpp.. you're flattering me.. Hehehe." Chance giggled, Two Time giggling after them. They were all having fun, all enjoying their moments together. None of them hoped, or even thought about each other leaving for some pathetic reason. Or hold a grudge, for something really small that was already apologised for. They were forgiving to eachother, especially Elliot who seemed to hate everyone and even them, still forgave them even for the biggest things.

THE DEPTHS OF HELL

shedthishair: @casinogambler @theywiththedagger @pizzadelivery can yall quit fuckin we hear you from downstairs

pizzadelivery: Then quit hearing us

theywiththedagger: Oh, my dear Spawn.. We wouldn't do such inappropriate things together when you guys are here! I fear it is a sin.

shedthishair: ok sso like ur either saying youre gonna fuck them if were nit here or you wont fuck them because its a sin and i cant see a line between those two things

casinogambler: yes guys i like dicks in my ass

007n7: Maybe don't say that, Chance.

casinogambler: WHY NOTTTTT ITS FFUUNYN LIKE YOUD LIKE THAT TELATUBBY IN UR ASS TOO

Guest1337.: I really hope he doesn't mean Noli.

007n7: I've had him in my ass before

Guest1337.: Okay what.

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Taph had began noticing how during their breaks, Dusekkar would always run to his cabin, locking himself in there. It made him worried, he wanted Dusekkar to talk to him if something bothered him. And sometimes, Dusekkar did. And Taph fixed it. So, he was wondering why Dusekkar refused to tell Taph about anything. Did Dusekkar want to leave him? Did Dusekkar finally realise an admin and a demolitionist being friends was bad? Did the protesters finally convince Dusekkar? His mind was running.

"Taph, you alright dude?" Shedletsky asked, placing a hand on Taph's shoulder. Taph looked at him, shaking his head and letting out an aggravated, frustrated sigh. Shedletsky sat down, raising an eyebrow at Taph. As if telling him to vent out his frustrations, but quickly remembering the boy was mute. Shedletsky didn't know sign language. And Dusekkar wasn't here.

"Dusekkar has been avoiding me, and he doesn't wanna talk to me. I keep telling him to vent, but he says he's 'fine'. I know he's not. If he was fine he would hang out with me. Shedletsky, did I do anything wrong?" Taph signed with a fast pace, Shedletsky couldn't even say hi in sign language. He began sweating, looking around as if looking for Dusekkar, before Taph forced him to look at him, pulling out his phone.

"Dusekkar isn't even here to help. He hates me. Shedletsky. Shedletsky Duse hates me." He wrote in his notes, sliding the phone over to Shedletsky. Shedletsky had a rollercoaster of emotions, something he didn't know how to do is comforting. He didn't sugarcoat anything. And Taph was a person who needed a lot of sugarcoating, something only a few knew.

"Look, man.. I'm pretty sure he just needs some alone time, I mean.. You signing might get a bit hard for him to process, I don't know.. I guess I suggest just stay away from him? Unless in rounds, we need you guys together.." Shedletsky tried his best, scratching the back of his neck before watching Taph snatch the phone from him, the sound of him typing aggressively was easily heard throughout the living room.

"Shedletsky, have you ever thought about how hard it is for me to not be able to talk? Not easily understood? Have you ever gotten unexplainable joy that someone could understand you? No, because you never thought of being disabled other than having a shrimp back while getting up." Taph almost chucked the phone at Shedletsky, fortunately Shed caught it. 

"You're right, I never got that– Because everyone can understand me. Maybe.. You should try talking, or something." Shedletsky shrugged, looking at Taph. He saw how Taph's hand twitch, as if tempted to punch the shit out of him. Shedletsky backed away slightly for his own safety, having a nervous smile on his face.

"Such good advice, fatty." Taph signed, before getting up and taking his phone, sighing as he walked back beside Noob and Guest. They had a few minutes until another round started, usually Builderman would warn them to get ready– He was a bit late, so Taph decided to warn everyone, maybe people would like him more for trying to help.

THE DEPTHS OF HELL

Birdywiththeflirty: Another match starting soon, come get your stuff or get prepared or whatever you do before the round starts

birdiewiththeflirty: Chance make sure to fucking piss before the match starts. Dont fuck us up and tell the killer you need to piss so bad

Tehywiththedagger: Oh, why thank you Epitaph! I appreciate you for telling us, may the Spawn bless you! 

birdiewiththeflirty: Thx Tt

Guest1337.: I think Chance and Elliot are asleep. Two, will you please wake them up?

theywiththedagger: Okay!

MagicPumpkin: With a heart so full and true, I will say thank you.

birdywiththeflirty: Can we talk later Duse

MagicPumpkin: The path ahead, we'll watch it grow, if other duties let me go.

birdywiththeflirty: Just say you're too busy.

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The round quickly started, Taph seemed to spawn alone. Usually he would spawn with 007n7, or Dusekkar. But it seemed like their fate was to be always alone. He knew, that at some point, Dusekkar would leave him, take a piece of his heart and crush it in front of his face. He needed to get that piece back, to fix it before Dusekkar had the chance to crumble it in front of him.

Taph decided, that if Dusekkar was too busy for him, then he was too busy to protect him. Taph walked around the map, it was one of his favourite maps– Because he could easily put trapwires and subspaces around the places him and Dusekkar stayed at, up high, to trick the killer. But this time, he wouldn't stay with him. He refused to.

He found a simple corner he could stay at, he put trapwires all around him and subspaces. He wondered who the killer was, they all mostly made fun of him. With Noli saying how bad he places his subspaces, and that one line- "Oh,so-y-so-sorry-y-passed away-get-ive big booms. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM, BOOM, -oo... o-o-o-oo.." While with Azure, they scream out their own thoughts, with making fun of Two Time for even learning sign for Taph, or asking him questions knowing he couldn't respond.

He just wished there was a killer who would understand him, its not that he would take advantage of that– He just wanted to respond, to be understood even as he is about to get killed.

As he trapped himself in the corner, he just leaned against the wall behind him. He closed his eyes, parting his lips and breathing out. Nobody ever came to this spot, and if they did they would walk past it, not noticing anybody. Considering Taph was always wearing black clothes, the shadows hid him. Thats why he knows so many gossip.

"I wonder where Taph could be, He would have kept me safe and free.. Just minutes ago, a chilling fright, when Jason loomed– Such a terrible sight." A voice spoke, and a few hums of agreement was heard. He recognised that voice. It was Dusekkar. And probably Shedletsky and Builderman.

"Fuck yeah, man! Why wasn't he with you? You guys are like bandages sticking together." Shedletsky asked, while Dusekkar went quiet. Taph held himself back from rolling his eyes, playing around with the core of his subspace.

"I fear, me and Taph are in a bad relationship. Currently, I, do not want to talk to him." Dusekkar mumbled, trying to keep his voice quiet while Builderman seemed to sigh, he imagined builderman to rub his temple– As if tired of them two. Dusekkar's words messed with Taph's head, tears rimming his eyes as he stared into the void.

"Shit, he's here!" Shedletsky yelled after a few minutes, Taph guessed that it was Jason. Considering he was the killer, which he found out unfortunately. Taph liked Jason, he was mute like Taph. He used sign language, like Taph. Sometimes, Taph looked up to Jason. Taph wondered what he used to stay so.. Attractive. Since Jason was a 77 year old, Taph wanted to know how he stayed so good looking, body and personality type.

He heard Jason's chainsaw scraping against the ground, before Jason found Taph. Taph felt like he wanted to give up and just die, rather than running away. Plus, he didn't have anybody to protect. They were all being shielded by Dusekkar, or healed by Elliot, or protected by Shedletsky or Guest. He was like 007n7, useless and hopeless.

"I heard you're mute." Jason signed, Taph's eyes twinkled, he didn't actually expect Jason to use sign with him, it made his heart race. A huge grin formed on his face, covered by the mask he was wearing. They were both mask wearers. It made Taph wonder what else they shared.

"I am. Are.. You gonna kill me?" Taph signed back, tilting his head towards Jason. He heard a sigh leaving his lips, and Taph couldn't help but think he already annoyed the only killer who could communicate with him.

"Kinda have to, I wanna win." Jason said, determined. Taph went quiet for a bit, getting up and removing the tripwires, and then throwing the subspace somewhere else. 

"Can you please.. Just.. Kill Dusekkar for me?" Taph asked, hoping the killer would agree. Jason was shocked, he always thought they were dating- now the twink is asking for his boyfriend to be murdered?

"Are you guys not dating?" Jason asked, raising a brow at Taph with skeptics. He was suspicious.

"No! What!? No.. Just.. Kill him, for me. Please. And I'll let you kill me." Taph begged, doing a pleading pose with his hands as he stared at Jason.

"Yeah, sure." Jason finally signed, shrugging as he walked to Taph and slashed his head in half. The match continued, with Noob of course already dead, and Elliot. Elliot was spectating, so Taph decided to watch for a bit. Once the match ended, Taph had the biggest grin on his fae that nobody could see.

THE DEPTHS OF HELL

MagicPumpkin: I was targeted the whole time, oh my days, I'm so tired.

shedthishair: HES SO FUCKING SHOCKED JASON TURNED ON HIM TAHT HE STOPPED RHYMING OH MY GODDDD

MagicPumpkin: I'm sweating so bad I wanna take my clothes off.

casinogambler: yeahhh lemme see that ass

pizzadelivery: youre so embarrassing to be with

casinogambler: BOY SHUT UP YOU THREW A PIZAA AT 007N7'S FACE AFTER HE GOT ON HIS KJEES FOR A SLICE. HOW SADISTIC ARE YOU

007n7: I don't like how Jason was staring at us with his phone out recording me on my knees begging Elliot..

Guest1337: Oh my God?

shedthishair: SEV YOY HAVE TO BE LYING THATS SO ISNANE??

pizzadelivery: I liked it.

birdywiththeflirty: Eugh.

KILLERS ?

jasonderulo: JASONDERULO SENT A VIDEO

noleeforme: why does he get on his knees for other people and not me

azuremrald: see now thats just pure insanity noli

itrapped: 666 would like it if noob did that for him hahahahahahahaha

GEUST666: eat my bootycheeks

c00lkidd: YEAH EAT MY BO0TY CHEEKS TRAIPPPED!!!!!

itrapped: next round im killer im gonna murder yoru dad and tell him what you told me

c00lkidd: YOU CANT MURDER HEIM!!!! ?EHUAUAYAYA!!!!! 

itrapped: is he fucking retarded

#1shedhater: Be nice

itrapped: i am nice see

GEUST666: how did chance deal with you bro how ddid you fuck uo so bad you did russian roulette with him and he still survived

itrapped: did yk he said lady luck is on my side today after he shot himself like who the fuck is lady luck

azuremrald: Itrapped you still wear the tie chance bought for you are you sure u hate him

itrapped: yeah well fatass purple blob you still wear that ugly ass witch hat that two time gave u are YOU sure u hate them

azuremrald: yeah but ur boyfriend has the guts to ask me where i bought my limited edition hat and i tell him two time gave it to me. are you jealous chance likes me more than you

GEUST666: are you two aware that two time and chance make out with elliot

itrapped: now i understand nolis hatred for ellio toh my lord

azuremrald: i already hold a grudge against elliot because he got scared of me and threw 4 pizzas at me and stained my hat

MISSING1: Ell1i1ot t3ll$ m3 to e@t h!s ass

itrapped: here comes the 2nd retard oh my god

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Taph watched Dusekkar interact with 007n7, seemingly having a better time than he seemed to ever have with Taph. Seven gave Taph a few glances, as if asking if he should talk to him. Taph didn't respond, didn't shake his head, or nod. So 007n7 was nervous, repetitively trying to leave Dusekkar to talk to Taph. Yet, Dusekkar didn't seem to leave him alone.

Dusekkar noticed Taph's death glares, its not that he saw them.. He felt them. He felt Taph watching. It was something Taph did, like said. He liked watching people. Dusekkar never went to ask him about it, never asked if he was okay, nothing. Taph wondered, didn't he ask a few days ago if he was okay? What happened now? 

Even when Taph signed to him, Dusekkar adverted his gaze before reading his signs. Taph thought, maybe Shedletsky was right. Maybe he should just talk, speak up. But he couldn't. If those damn admins didn't take his vocals away, he would've been okay. Maybe thats the reason, maybe he shouldn't have befriended an admin, and then proceeded to gain a crush on them. Maybe that was his answer.

But Taph couldn't just leave him, his mind swarmed itself with Dusekkar's sweet, soft voice– His personality, his looks. Dusekkar was the problem. He was too nice, too good looking, too caring, too hot, too kin– What. He was thinking of him again. He was listing reasons why he liked Dusekkar. Taph wanted to kill himself. maybe that way, Dusekkar would attempt reviving him, give him the attention he's been yearning for these days.

Maybe if Dusekkar watched as his blood spilled out of his chest, he would apologise for acting too busy to talk to him.

Maybe if Dusekkar watched the way his brains shoot out the room, covering the walls and ground with disgusting fluids, maybe then Dusekkar would talk to him.

Taph was snapped into reality by 007n7 yelling at him to stop, he looked around, everyone's eyes were wide, staring at him. He felt shy, he felt like he wanted to curl up into a ball and run away from these gazes. He looked towards 007n7, tilting his head as if asking him whats wrong. Suddenly, Two Time grabbed his dagger from Taph's hands, a bit too aggressive for his liking, but he didn't say anything. 

He just wondered what the dagger was doing in his hands.

"What? What's wrong?" Taph signed, and for once, he was looking at 007n7. Asking him to translate. 007n7 sighed, bringing Taph unto a tight hug. Taph wasn't exactly uncomfortable, it was just that 007n7 was squeezing his wings a bit too much. He didn't say anything about it, he was just wondering why everyone seemed so shook and scared.

"Taph, you need to start talking to someone.. Please, like me or Dusekkar." 007n7 begged, Taph stiffening up with the mention of Dusekkar. He looked down, gulping as he was squeezed by 007n7 worriedly. He didn't mention anything, yet something perked up in his brain, still asking why everyone is staring at him.

 "Why are they staring.. Where's Dusekkar? Is he still mad?" Taph asked, looking into 007n7's disappointed, and worried filled face. Everyone's faces dropped as Taph mentioned his worry for Dusekkar, with Chance beginning to yell.

"Why the hell do you care about Dusekkar when you almost just– STABBED YOURSELF!" Chance yelled, Taph freezing as his hands fell beside his sides. Stabbing himself? Taph.. Taph would never. Taph loved his after life. He liked the connections he made with everyone. He liked tricking the killers into his bombs. He would never kill himself.

Taph would never attempt to kill himself over a guy like that cheeky pumpkin.

But he did.

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shedthishair: duse man get your ass over here

MagicPumpkin: You seem quite blue, what trouble has befallen you?

shedthishair: Taph tried stabbing himself

MagicPumpkin: What.

shedthishair: we both know whos fault is that

MagicPumpkin: Who?

shedthishair: Dusekkar.

MagicPumpkin: I apologise, I'll get going.

birdywiththeflirty: Haha who knew id kill myself over a dumbass pumpkin

casinogambler: ???? are you okay

Theywiththedagger: Dear Spawn.. If that seems to be the problem, I'll gladly do a small ritual for you! On the magic pumpkin, not you

MagicPumpkin: Taph, are you okay?

birdywiththeflirty: Am I really okay if you told everyone but me that you really don't wanna talk to me?

birdywiththeflirty: Am I that annoying, Duse?

birdywiththeflirty: I'll change, I said I'll change.

birdywiththeflirty: But you go to everyone rather than me, to solve your own problems.

birdywiththeflirty: How would I change when you're not even talking to me? Not hanging out with me, not shielding me

birdywiththeflirty: If me being mute annoys you, then leave me. But don't stay ignoring and avoiding me, talking shit behind me and crushing the piece of my heart that I gave you. 

MagicPumpkin: Taph, baby. It's really nothing, It doesn't annoy me that you're mute. I don't care about that.

birdywiththeflirty: If so then why are you avoiding me??? 

MagicPumpkin: .. I'm not? You were avoiding me first, you told Jason to target me and stopped texting or signing when I'm around. I just figured you didn't like me anymore, that you hated me

MagicPumpkin: I never talked shit about you, if you mean when I said that I wouldn't like to talk to you then you didn't hear the whole thing.. I've been trying to communicate with you, to ask you why you would do this, but you would just slam the door on me, or just walk away. It's getting on my nerves, I feel like you want me gone, so I've just been hanging out with people I find myself comfortable with.

birdywiththeflirty: When???? When. Please. I don't remember anything other than you saying you didn't wanna talk to me and

birdywiththeflirty: The other part doesn't matter

MagicPumpkin: During lunch, 3 days ago. You refused to sit beside me. That was the first thing that caught me off guard. After lunch, I went to your own cabin to ask, you just slammed the door after seeing me.

MagicPumpkin: And somehow it got worse the following days. Please, Taph, I'm just trying not to ruin my mental health or sleep schedule worrying over us. I didn't think it would get to this point of me avoiding you like you did to me. I don't know if you've just geen having episodes of something but it's hurting both of us.

MagicPumpkin: I really wanna fix many things but you just seem to not let me. 

MagicPumpkin: Taph?

MagicPumpkin: I'm coming, we need to have a talk. A long one for sure.

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A few hours passed fter the last argument in the group chat, everyone was too stunned and nervous to talk. Hell, even when Dusekkar and Taph were around, everyone seemed to go quieter, or even silent. Chance didn't know why, it was just a simple fight. He felt like they were both overdramatic, but he didn't know what they were thinking of, what they were dealing with before all this.

He would usually joke, saying "Drink the pain away!" or "Gamble it away!" But, Two Time seemed to deny, saying the two would hate Chance for it. Chance didn't want that, he tried being a positive– A mood bringer, not a horrible friend who just makes fun of people for a living without intention. Like, Shedletsky. He used to be the life of the party, yet his jokes sometimes hit the wrong spot, or becoming too repetitive it became a flaw. He just liked the attention that it brings, and Chance understood that because he was the same.

Chance was confused, hours seemed to go by like centuries. He was becoming insanely bored, especially with Dusekkar staying in the cabin all day, everyone was quiet. It felt uncanny, he was used to Guest and Shed fighting in the forest, Shed's screaming being heard all the way from the cabin, or Guest's orders. It was cute, Chance shipped them hard. 

He remembered when Elliot used to be painfully nice, they used to pull pranks on Jane and Guest. Usually, making Shed break a plate and ten forcing them to eat from one plate with pasta being the dish. But they were quickly scratched off once 007n7 started making an appearance, with Elliot becoming ruder because of 007n7 being there. Two Time and Chance adverted their victims, making it Taph and Dusekkar, or Guest and 007n7. 

Chance wondered where that plate had gone when they told Shedletsky to break it, because they never found the remainings of it. So it became a usual occurrence where 2 people would share a plate, usually being 007n7 and Guest1337 due to them always being late to the dinner or lunch, whether still making sauces or cleaning the dishes. 

Everyone avoided the two seats with a plate infront, but they also avoided when 007n7, Taph, and Jane were the ones cooking, cleaning, and setting the table. There was a problem with them, they'd wait when everyone is seated in the table, and then they'll put the plate and everything. Usually, it was Chance and Elliot since they always sat at the end. 007n7 would be snickering as he put food for them, only to reveal that it was pasta.

He remembered how once, Elliot and 007n7 kissed during dinner. It was shocking, considering how even Builderman dropped his fork as he was eating. The two shared the same bite, the long piece of pasta waiting to connect their two lips. 007n7 looked at Elliot, looking down as he tried to bite onto the piece to disconnect the bite. But Elliot quickly threw his hands onto 007n7's cheeks, before slamming their lips together. 

Safe to say, Elliot refused to sit beside 007n7 after that.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Chance turned his head towards his phone, the ringing noise throwing him out of his trance. He picked it up, staring at the 6+ messages from the groupchat named as The depths of hell. He sighed, opening the groupchat up and hoping it was something new- like.. Anything but Dusekkar and Taph talking.

One message from unknown user - direct messages.

Well thats new.

He ignored the groupchat for now, opening the mysterious message from a mysterious user Oooo. 

UNKNOWN USER: Come on sweetheart, I'm waiting. 

Chance stared at the message, raising an eyebrow. Was he getting harassed? Well, if it was sent, it meant that the person was in this realm with them, he grew excited.

1+ message.

UNKNOWN USER: You'll love seeing me.

Okay, it was getting creepy. It was definitely one of the killers, he was more curious now.

casinogambler: gng who tf r u 

UNKNOWN USER: Oh, Chance! You actually replied. Join the match, will you?

casinogambler: well beg for it

UNKNOWN USER: Oh, babe. You're still the exact same.

casinogambler: ok i was just joking but ok..

UNKNOWN USER: I've missed you.

casinogambler: im not a discord ekitten bro

UNKNOWN USER: Oh, you look like one.

Chance rolled his eyes, deciding he should ignore them for a bit. He opened the groupchat, having 20+ messages from there.

THE DEPTHS OF HELL

Buildertheman: New round starting, everyone get prepared

MagicPumpkin: Why thank you, Builder the man.

SHEDthishair: I DONT HAVE ENOUGH CHICKEN NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NI NO N

pizzadelivery: shut the FUCK UP

MISSING2: Does anybody know where Two Time's dagger is?

Guest1337.: Oh my God, Jane, you speak?

Guest1337.: Haha.. Joking..

MISSING2: Yes, Boy. I've been here.

Guest1337.: Sorry, sorry, Mrs. Doe.

MISSING2: That's more like it.

casinogambler: GUYS PLS THE KILLER JUST MESSAGED ME I THINK THEY KEEP FLIRTING WITH ME

007n7: Familiar.

casinogambler: U AND NO|_I??? HELL NO MAN

casinogambler: hey i made an L with my spam

007n7: I miss Noli.

Guest1337.: This isn't about them.

007n7: Wha?

Guest1337.: We got a new killer. Name's Itripped or something, didn't look to be honest.

casinogambler: yourem lying. lyyoure lying. yoruelyingyoureglyingurlyirnglyri

MATCH HAS STARTED!

Chance spawned in with horror written on his face, he was fucking terrified. was he finally here to finish off Chance? Was he the one flirting in their dms..? Chance had a million questions running through his head, yet one statement made it clear to Chance's brain. Do not be the last man standing.

He ran around, his heart beating fast as they looked for anybody useful. Like.. Elliot, or something. He most definitely did not want to be alone, if he was dying he'll be making sure he'd die first. If, Itrapped had the same idea. If he was saving them for last, Chance would reroll until he got a gun and will shoot himself.

"ELLIOT! Two Time! Pleasee.. I need to die, I need to be the first one to die!" Chance begged, looking at Two Time as he debated getting a ritual done on him. But that was painful.. Well, so was getting his brains blown out– But he wanted a more.. painless procedure. Chance saw as Two Time manically raised their dagger, ready to to take his life.

"NONONONO–" Chance screamed, about to run away before seeing the infamous blade thrown towards Two Time, killing them with one hit. Chance's eyes went wide, freezing as he heard the same laugh that made him shudder and shiver. From the corner of his eye, he could see a noob avatar strangling 007n7 and finally killing him. He looked at the survival list, only him, Elliot, and Gest remained. How did he wipe out almost everyone when they were still barely 2 minutes in?!

Chance's heart beat became faster as he heard the newly found chase theme getting closer, he couldn't help but not move as he watched Itrapped grin at him and proceed to target Elliot, running past him. His hand raised, too late. He couldn't catch Itrapped in time, to stop him from going to Elliot. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't help but just fall down to his knees, curling up into a ball as he hoped for a gun.

"CHANCE! Chance! Help me, for God's sake! I'm struggling, can't you s—" Elliots desperate yelling was cut off, a painful, loud scream was heard before he could hear droplets falling onto the ground, which he guessed was Elliot's blood. He refused to look, he didn't wanna see his "best friend's" corpse.

He looked at his watch, seeing that Guest fucking died too somewhere while Elliot was getting chased. Great. Just great. Chance was getting every number of weaknesses but a gun. Suddenly, a last man standing theme began playing- Soft footsteps heard behind him, approaching him with caution yet confidence.

"Chance, oh have I missed you, dear friend!" Itrapped spoke, his grin showing in his voice. Chance just nodded subtly, still shaking and trembling in his gaze. He refused to reroll his coin again, tossing it somewhere far. He didn't want to kill Itrapped, he didn't want to hurt him– Not again, no.. Never again.

A hand went on his shoulder, rubbing it in an aggressive way. Almost as if he was dough to be kneaded. "Please don't hurt me.." Chance cracked, Itrapped stopped moving his hand on his shoulder, before he was forcefully turned, made to look at his blocked out eyes. It made him tear up, he didn't wanna die, he didn't. He didn't want to die in the arms of Itrapped again.

"Why not? Thats the fun of it, dear Chance." Itrapped asked with a threatening tone, as if laughing at him for even thinking of that. Chance trembled, a tear rolling down his eyes as Itrapped wiped it with his thumb, a smile remaining on his face. Chance felt slightly comforted, believing that Itrapped was still nice, and that he regretted killing him.

"..I missed you." Chance couldn't help but mutter, taking Itrapped off guard. Chance leaned into his touch even more, sitting on the leg that Itrapped had on the ground. Itrapped didn't speak, just watched him shuffle into his lap, desperate for more physical contact.

"Hah! Seems like your little boyfriends don't give you much of what you want, Hmph. I could do better." Itrapped laughed, patting Chance's hair before having a switch of faces, becoming angry and shoving Chance off of him with a disgusted gag.

"Wait– What the fuck were you thinking?!!!! Getting into my lap like I'm YOUR pup–?!" Itrapped screamed, grabbing Chance's face and throwing his glasses and hat. Chance squirmed, he knew some liked to watch the last men standing, spectating them, so seeing that they now could see his entire head and face without his glasses or hat, made him uncomfortable and horrified.

"No– Stop.. Please.." Chance begged, he had nothing to defend himself with. He felt Itrapped run his hands through his hair, feeling a slight pang of relief before getting his hair pulled as Itrapped dangled him around like a toy. Fuck, he wanted to die. They still had so much time, and Itrapped took advantage of that.

"You're so cute, begging for me to stop.. Huff.. Oh, how I wish you would've done this more in the past. But, I guess our chance is gone!" Itrapped flirted slightly, it was half hearted. Chance seemed to flush through the pain, his cheeks turning a darker gray. Itrapped bursted out laughing with his reaction, his laughing still comforting Chance.

It oasted a few seconds, before Itrapped turned serious, looking at the time and sighing. "Sighh, I guess its time for us to part, Chancey.. Don't miss me too much!" Itrapped giggled as he pointed his gun made of money to Chance's head, quickly attempting to shoot him and failing, Chance laughing out loud at his horrid attempt.

"HAH! Guess Lady luck ain't on your side this ti—" And with that, Chance was shot. Itrapped stared at his corpse, taking a lick of his blood and nodding in satisfaction. He never let go of Chance's body, he kept him in his arms, remembering his wish from years ago– where he begged Itrapped that atleast when he died, he wished to die in his arms.

"Tsk.. You and that Lady luck.."

"Grumble.. You look like a lady.."

"A pretty one.."

"You still taste so good, even from the insides."

"I hope we meet again, Chance."

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Chance stared at the wooden floor underneath him, his head hung low. Tears started rimming his eyes as his lips quivered. Even when Chance was yearning for a hug, Itrapped still denied it from him. He slowly realised, his coin was also gone. Not only did Itrapped steal his heart, and continue to shatter it in pieces, but also stole his coin, the one that he relied on for his shots. After that round, everyone went to their respective homes, leaving the main cabin to their own cabins.

Except for two.

Elliot and Two Time stared at Chance, looking at each other as they debated whether they should go and comfort him or leave him to process. Elliot made the first move, walking to Chance and hgging him tightly as physical touch was a way to calm him down easily. Elliot could feel his heartbeat, racing fast. Chance's heartbeat was usually always fast, considering he was always in dangerous situations, whether from holding the gun and gambling its chances of exploding, or getting killers always on his tail. But his heartbeat was more faster than usual.

This was a first. This never happened to Chance, or.. Elliot never witnessed it. He pulled him closer, allowing the boy to sob into his shoulder, breaking down into pieces. Elliot watched as Two Time went outside, holding back a scoff as he wondered why Two Time was just leaving Chance to cry and hyperventilate while they go to their beautiful slumber. Two Time was usually selfless, but Elliot didn't think they had the courage to be so selfi–

Two Time came back.

Two Time came back with a huge teddybear that Chance kept in his own cabin, they remembered how many times Chance told them that teddybear fixed all of his problems. Two Time thought he was serious, that the huge teddybear fixed even this problem. Chance's eyes widened, he never expected Two Time to bring it in– He wondered how they even got into his cabin.

"Teddy. Take it." Two Time offered, going behind Chance and throwing the teddybear's arms around Chance. He giggled a bit, it was cute that Two Time remembered that even though the last time he mentioned it was two years ago. Elliot stared at the two, relieved that Two Time atleast came back, he never knew about the teddy though– probably not remembering when Chance was yapping their ears off..

"Uh.. I- I wish for the Spawn to bless you with unlimited happiness, and to be showered with love.." Two Time made a small prayer, they genuinely didn't know how to comfort a person. Usually, when someone was sad, they would run away— It's not because of anything, it was just that when someone was sad in their cult, they would pray. If they tried to get help from it, they would be looked down upon, often sacrificed as they say if being sad means you don't care if you got your life taken away. That's why Two Time always ran away from sad people, as if it was a disease to be spread onto them.

Two Time always believed they weren't capable of being sad, having a grin on their face all time for that reason. Yet they had their own moments, mental health crashing down from bottling everything up for so long. Taph was always there to witness it, and comforting them through it even without words. Even when Two Time believed they weren't deserving of Taph's comforting presence, Taph assured them through it. It helped Two Time, because Taph didn't use physical affection with them.

Nobody ever knew that Two Time cried every night, struggling with their voices telling them to do horrendous things. But Taph did, Taph knew their struggles, even without any words leaving Two Time's lips some nights, Taph still understood. He dealt with the same thing, even his sobbing wasn't heard. No one ever checked up on them, believing Two Time was to believing in their cult to even become sad, or that Taph always seemed happy with his smiling emojis.

No one ever asked about Two Time's vicious scars that followed their arms and sometimes legs, the random slits appearing everywhere. Two Time began wearing bandages daily, as if to advert the attention away from the ugly scars painting their body. 

No one ever asked about Taph's belt loosening around his waist every day, before it was quickly thrown away into the ocean. No one ever asked about how he refused to open the cape even when he was sweating, or how even when he was uncomfortable with his wings flaring out inside the cape yet he never took it off.

No one asked.

Chance tapped Two Time on their shoulder, a bit of hiccups leaving his throat. "Two, please.. You're choking me–" He whimpered, Two Time let go immediately, they didn't even notice they hugged them. They swore they let go of him long before, but maybe it was just their imagination. Maybe Shedletsky attempting to make a joke about Two Time being schizophrenic was right.

"I'll make you two tea, okay? Please don't cause any trouble.." Elliot quietly begged, Two Time nodding expressionlessly, while Chance grinned with mischief. Elliot sighed, moving to kiss Chance's forehead as if he was stunning a killer. 

And it actually made him pause.

As Elliot left, telling Two Time something Chance couldn't decipher. Elliot left for a while, Chance snapping back to reality and flushing as he looked at Two Time. He hadn't noticed how pretty Two Time was, the way their cheeks were naturally flushed, you never knew when they were flustered. The way their eyelashes fluttered as they blinked, the way their plump lips moved as they spoke, it was honestly attracting.

He never knew why Two Time complimented someone as hideous as him. His left eye drooped more than his left, his hair was always so flat and frizzy, the way he easily cried. It doesn't help how ugly his cry was, the way his uneven lashes clumped onto together, the way drool attacked the corners of his lips, It was an ugly view to look at, he never understood how they stared at him. Not to mention, his lips were chapped and dry– something nobody wanted to kiss.

His energy was always what brought people to him, but they always quickly left due to how.. Easily he got attached. Like when he attached to Shedletsky, looking up to him. Their relationship started becoming awkward even in the first few days, before Shedletsky stopped including him in some things. He was always scared of having a father figure since his own father was dead, he was always nervous around Guest, 007n7, and Amarah. Their nice actions made his mind beg to attach, to find the fatherly relationship he never had with his own. But he never did.

"Chance? Oh, dear Spawn.. Please don't be possessed.." Two Time silently begged, their face really close to Chance's. Chance couldn't help but stare at their lips, licking his own in an attempt to moisturise them. Two Time already had their hands against Chance's cheeks, they were literally in position to kiss.

Chance tried holding back, looking at Two Time's eyes but still not holding back from glancing at their lips. Just as Two Time was about to call out for them again, Chance smashed his lips against Two Time's. They let out a yelp of surprise, before melting into the kiss. None of them really know how to kiss, considering Two Time was in a cult and dated Azure without ever letting him get too close. Or how Chance was just downright lonely.

They parted lips for a bit, before Chance going back for another one, this time actually beginning to try and move their lips together, a few bites coming from him. Two Time panted against the other pair of lips, while Chance slowly pushed them down onto Elliot's bed, pinning them down. 

Two Time never realised how they were already in Elliot's room, maybe they zoned out too much. Their heart beat quickened, low sighs coming out of them. Chance used that to his advantage, sneaking his tongue in. They continued with the same thing for a bit, taking a few seconds to breathe before going back at it again. It got to a point where they wondered where Elliot went.

"Cha- Chance, shouldn't we be worried for where the poor boy went?" Two Time asked between pecks, looking at Chance with puppy eyes. Chance swooned over their eyes, they were so dull yet filled with emotion. At first, Chance didn't really care. He was too lustful and in need of contact to think for even a second. But as he became a bit aware of his surroundings, he began worrying. But he didn't have enough time.

The door quickly opened as Two Time was pecking Chance's neck, the two pausing as they slowly turned around to face the pizza boy. Relief washed over them as they noticed it was just Elliot, not someone random. But quickly, before they could even part, Guest looked into the room. Chance's grip on Two Time loosened as he let go, slightly pushing away Two Time.

"Oh.. Oh. I'll just– Sorry, I'll get goin'– Sorry, again.." The blue haired held back a laugh, waving his hand as he apologised. As Elliot walked in with two steaming cups of tea, Guest closed the door. Elliot stared at them with pure shock, he couldn't even believe that short time they could do all of that.

"Holy fuck, how high of a sex drive do you guys have?" Elliot asked, placing the two cups on the side table. Chance flushed, looking away. While Two Time looked utterly confused, staring at Elliot with pure confusion. That was their first time hearing Elliot say something that sounded smart.

"Sex drive? We have cars?" Two Time asked, tilting his head as he sat in a crisscross position. Elliot stared at him, dumbfounded at how stupid Two Time was. How bad was that cult?

"No– Two Time, a high sex drive is when like.. You have a high level of sexual desire." Elliot attempted to explain, hoping Two Time was smart enough to understand where he was getting at.

"Whats sexual desire?" Two Time asked again, Elliot's jaw dropping.

"Two, how do you not know what sex is?!" Chance asked, holding them by their shoulders.

"He's in a fucking cult, Chance!" Elliot yelled, a bit too loud. Two Time's wings attempted to cover themselves, even though they were made out of pure flesh and bones.

"Two Time, Sexual desire is when like.. You wanna have sex, I guess? It's when you're turned on by something, and if you ask what turning someone on is I'm gonna beat you up." Elliot threatened, Two Time shaking their head.

"Oh, I get it now! It's what Shedletsky had when he was with mr. Builderman last night!" Two Time cheered, happy that they finally got it. Elliot and Chance stared, Two Time was giving them so much information but yet so few.

"Shedletsky and Builderman had fucking sex?!" Chance yelled, Elliot throwing his hand to cover Chance's mouth. If someone was hanging out in the main cabin, they would definitely hear that. It wasn't shocking if it was Guest, he was quite nosy. 

Called it, Guest opened the door, his eyes wide. "Who and who had what?" Guest asked, trying to get filled in with the gossip.

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The morning came as Two Time was still explaining what they saw Shedletsky and Builderman do, Guest sat on the floor as he sipped at his tea made by Elliot, while Chance practically had his jaw dropping every second from the amount of stuff Two Time witnessed them do without leaving. It was way funnier when Two Time approved of Shedletsky being a bottom.

"That's.. Oh my goodness..?" Guest was out of words, his lips parted as he thought about everything for a second. Two Time kept going, telling the stories of what Taph told them when they teamed up against Jason a few rounds before, how he caught Shedletsky confessing to Builderman. Those few words made Guest burst out laughing pulling out his phone.

"What are you doing?" Chance and Elliot questioned in unison, raising their eyebrows as they stared at Guest fiddling with the device, still very new to using it. Guest looked up at them with a smirk, his face flushing a bit.

"Just telling 007n7 about this, don't want him to miss out on the jokes I'll be making." Guest laughed, looking back down at his phone as he typed.

DIRECT MESSAGES - BURGER BOY

Guest1337.: Sev. You won't believe what kinda gossip I just got from TT.

007n7: Gossip? Since when did you get included in that?

007n7: Haha, just joking. Continue.

Guest1337.: TT saw Builderman and Shedletsky fuckin' in the main cabin. No joke, they said that it was the middle of the night and they were planting stuff, and forgot their keys to the cabin. They walked in to see Shed on the table whimpering like a dumbass with Builderman infront of him. They proceeded to say they waited until they were done because they didn't want the two ro become awkward. Also, Taph told them that they witnessed Shedletsky confessing to Builderman during a match. 

007n7: You gave so much information yet so few.

007n7: Also, fucking in the main cabin??? Lord, doesn't Noob sleep in there? Is that why he spam texts Buildersky fanfics in the groupchat openly?

Guest1337.: Don't know, man. But this shit is getting to me, I understand why Noob gets so serious when I say I saw 1x1x1x1 texting John Doe saying Miss you xx but get the fuck away from me

007n7: WHAT???? 1xJohn beef when???? When did this happen why didn't you tell me

Guest1337.: I can't tell you over text, it's too much

007n7: 'm outside your cabin.

Guest1337.: I'm at Elliot's room in the main cabin, hop in for a ride darling

007n7 stared at the message, eyes wide. He never got used to pet names, usually called Seven or anything shortening his name. But pet names? That was new.. He walked away from Guest's porch, walking into the main cabin and glancing at Shedletsky and Builderman sitting on the couch with Shedletsky using him as a pillow. Those two changed his point of view, he was still shocked they were hiding that they were a thing.

Walking up the stairs, Seven knocked onto Elliot's door, with the sign just having a pizza drawing rather than his name. Noob did that alot, creating everyone's personalised signs. It was cute. The door opened, Guest peeking out before opening the door enough so that Seven would enter. Elliot shuddered a bit as he watched 007n7 walk into his own room, but he pushed the thought away.

A few minutes passed by and 007n7 and Guest were already sharing the hot cup of tea, taking sips as they watched everyone yap and laugh about every survivor and killer. Seven teased Chance with Mafioso, while Chance shot right back at him, yelling about him and Noli were about to kiss eachother with how close they were. Guest shuddered, looking away as his smile was wiped off.

Two Time noticed. They were concerned with the amount of love triangles.

"Mighty soldier, do you have feelings for 007n7?" Two Time bluntly asked, Chance and Elliot whipping their heads to look at Two Time, yet 007n7 just looked at Guest, as if anticipating and manifesting his reaction. Of course, he flushed red.

"Wha– Huh?! No! Why would I have feelings for him?!" Guest yelled, flustered. He was weirdly defensive, clearing his throat as he looked away from 007n7's gaze.

"If so, then why are you defensive? It was just a simple question, dear soldier." Two Time interrogated, raising their eyebrow at him. Guest wanted the ground to shatter and swallow him whole.

"Because you're lying?! You guys keep pressuring us together, it's none of our choi–" Guest was cut off, the door loudly creaking as Shedletsky opened it, seeming a bit concerned.

"What the fuck? A whole party in here and nobody cared enough to invite me? How cruel." Shedletsky sniffed dramatically, wiping his non-existent tears as everyone stared at him, Chance and 007n7 snickering as they held their laughter.

"Anyways, you snickering fools, breakfast's ready! Builderman made it extra special, and maybe extra early.. But he noticed you guys were awake." Shedletsky stated, everyone looking at eachother and then back at Shedletsky.

"Is it cream filled bagels?" Two Time asked, Chance bursting out in laughter as he mistook their serious statement as a dirty joke.

"Uhh.. Well- I can ask him to make you some?" Shedletsky asked, ignoring the obnoxious laughing that came from Dhance. Elliot punched Chance's shoulder, resulting into him shutting up.

"No! No.. Nevermind." 

"Man, you guys weird as fuck.." Shedletsky huffed, loud enough for everyone to hear in the room. They leot staring at him, holding their laughs. It pissed him off.

Just as he closed the door, everyone burst out laughing. He couldn't help but think about what kind of joke they had together, it saddened him– He was being left out openly.

As everyone settled for breakfast, still in their pyjamas except for Taph and Dusekkar who were in their attire, they began eating. surprisingly, there were enough plates for everyone. It made Noob whine, considering he made fanfics to live in the hell they were living in. "Why are there perfect ammounts of platesss!?" 

"Threate— I mean.. Asked Sev's kid to bring us plates from the killers' cabin.." Builderman muttered nervously as he ate his food, ignoring Noob's whiny words.

"Which o–" 

"The demon one, okay?!" Builderman yelled at Shedletsky on accident, fear getting through him as he felt 007n7's eyes piercing through him. That guy was a retired exploiter, he could easily make Builderman die permanently if he wanted to.

Suddenly, as everyone was eating, they were teleported into a match. Groans and whines echoed through the map, and with everyone without their weapons or anything– Just the comfort of their pyjamas, scared them a bit. The only people they had with weapons were Taph and Dusekkar, and they disappeared.

Elliot was too focused on being cautious, careful not to run into muddy places. He rolled the hems of his pants up, he really didn't wanna wash anything out. Jane focused on her goal of not having any blood splattered onto her pyjamas, which she hoped wouldn't break because they couldn't get blood out of their pyjamas.

Guest spawned in with 007n7, smiling once he saw him. He ran over to his side, throwing an arm around his shoulder as he walked around with him, yapping his ears off with the gossip of 1x and John. Seven listened, already curious about their so called lore together.

Suddenly, they watched as Noli, in his burger pyjamas, walk around looking for 007n7. Once spotting him, he immediately ran to him, throwing an arm around his shoulder and forcing Guest to take his own arm off, eventually snaking it around 007n7's waist. Guest took notice of 007n7's own hell of pyjamas, a black shirt with a drawn purple shaded void star in the middle, and the brightest dark blue pants he's ever seen.

007n7 felt suffocated, cramped, he was literally getting squished by two extremely buff men. With Noli yapping his ear off, and Guest holding him tightly and possessively, it made him feel out of breath.

"We hsould watch the stars some day, together!" (pls spare me its 5am and i havent had sleep since 11am yesterday im too lazy to write nolis corrupted ass) Noli offered, a huge creepy grin on his face.

"I don't think we can do that, Nols.." Seven sighedm looking down. Guest wished he had a nickname like that, even if it was something as simple as "Nols". But he would never tell Seven that. He was relieved that it couldn't happen, but then he remembered Builderman's words in the morning.

"Asked Sev's kid to give me a plate from the killers' cabin."

"Oh, you're so silly, Sev.. The cabins are in the same island! Azure always watches Two Time from their window some nights!" Noli laughed, giggling at Seven. 7n7 perked up once he heard the unfamiliar name, raising an eye as he felt weird. He tried brushing it off, ignoring it for once.

"So I can see my kids?" 007n7 grinned, a huge smile on his face as he looked towards Noli. Noli's smile faded, a disappointed frown on his face. Guest snickered a bit, holding back before getting hit by a void star without Seven noticing.

"Yeah, but don't you wanna see me?" Noli asked, frowning as he sniffled dramatically, wiping his tears. Seven awkardly nodded, a nervous smile on his lips as Noli got too embarrassed to say anything else, Guest having the cue to start talking, leaving Noli ignored.

A few minutes passed, before the round finally ended. Though, only 10 survivors won. Who could've died, if Noli was with them the whole time?

...

"Come on, I was trying to flirt! I was saying let me shoot my shot and my gun blew up on me!" Chance's whining echoed through the room, the attempt at making an excuse being inevitable.

"How do you even have your gun if you don't have your coin?" Noob asked.

"I always have it, but my coin gives me luck! I don't use it when I fail, I use it when I win the gamble, so I feel safe using it, even if it explodes." Chance attempted to explain, nobody getting him, and eventually leaving him, Two Time, and Elliot alone.

All while Guest and 7n7 stayed cuddled up on the couch.

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"1x!! Did you hear what Mr. Noli said?! Daddy's visiting us!" C00lkidd pressured 1x1x1x1, jumping onto his back as he covered his eyes while giggling. Pr3typriincess tugged onto 1x's legs, frowning as she waited for the man to give her the attention she wanted, she waited for him to look at her and process what she wants.

"Yes– Yes, I know. I know! C00lkidd— Let go of my head, please–" 1x begged, Azure's tentacles grabbing C00lkidd as they lowered him down. 1x gave Azure a nod, a way of saying thank you. Azure nodded back, before turning away and walking into his garden– Attempting to grow plants, even if they kept wilting under his hands.

"What is it Princess?" 1x asked, looking down at Pr3typriincess as he crouched down for the two. Pr3typriincess grinned, eyes widening as she jumped up and down while babbling about stuff.

"Cookies! We should make cookies so when dad comes home with us he'll be full!!!!" she said, begging 1x as she waited for his approval. 1x stayed quiet for a bit, he did not want to bake anything. But knowing Pr3typriincess, she'd go to Noli and tell him 007n7's coming, then 1x's moment with Seven would be gone.

He had to agree, its not like he had any choice. He would rather be liked by the kids than be hated by both Seven and his kids. "Fine, go set up the stuff, okay? I'll be coming in a second, don't cause a mess." 1x sighed as he said that, watching as the two ran to the cabin's kitchen. He could already hear yelling from where he was at, but he left them for a moment.

DIRECT MESSAGES - Homeless guy

#1shedhater: You're coming. To the cabin. Why?

007n7: Oh.. Haha.. Who told you?

#1shedhater: Your son. C00lkidd.

007n7: I am coming..

#1shedhater: Why? For Noli? Or?

007n7: No, well.. I wanna see my kids all together for once.. And Noli too, I promise.

#1shedhater: You're telling me as if I'm Noli. I don't care if you diss him.

007n7: No, it's nothing! I love Noli, but I really need to see my kids before I blow out my brains out again, haha..

#1shedhater: Thats pretty inappropriate.

#1shedhater: You say that to your kids?

007n7: WHAT?!!!! No! They're too young to know.

#1shedhater: Bluudud is literally about to hit puberty.

007n7: He is..? I could've sworn he was 10 yesterday..

#1shedhater: C00lkidd's turning 11 in a few months, don't know about Pr3ty

007n7: 11???? 11. Oh my God I'm fucking old as shit

#1shedhater: You just hit 31.

007n7: 32, but how yhe fuck do you know?

#1shedhater: Azure told me. He was watching that dagger boy and saw you guys celebrating your birthday. I thought you were in your mid 20s?

007n7: Well.. I've raised Bluudud since he was a pill baby, I was literally around 20 when I adopted him..

#1shedhater: You're still living your youth. Take advantage of that.

007n7: Not when I'm getting my ass scratched by killers?

#1shedhater: I told them to go gentle with you. I don't think John understood though

007n7: Oh? Really? Well.. Thank you, really.

#1shedhater: ... Whatever.

#1shedhater: When are you coming.

007n7: .. Around 6am. Wanna spend the whole day with them.

#1shedhater: Okay.

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The kitchen was surrounded by the flour mix, Bluudud and C00lkidd fighting to pour it until ruptured and it went everywhere. 1x had his head in his hands, c00lkidd hugging his head as Pr3typriincess and Bluudud attempted to clean it up, making it worse with water. 

"Mr 1x!! We're sorry!! Please don't cry!!!!" C00lkidd whined, about to begin crying as he sniffled against 1x's hair. 1x lifted his head, a small smile forming on his lips. He wasn't crying, it was just too chaotic for him to process- After all, he wasn't exactly created to.. Make cookies.

"No, it's okay, I'm not crying." 1x patted the red boy's hair, sighing as he looked at Bluudud hilariously slipping onto the flour and water mix before getting up and giving 1x a nervous smile, not knowing if he was about to get beaten up.

"AZURE!!!!!" 1x called out, the purple boy appearing from the window, looking at 1x. 1x gestured for him to come, and so he did. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, his jaw dropped, he literally just handed C00lkidd the flour and now this happened in mere seconds?

"Can.. You help us out? Help Pr3typriincess with the mixing, I'll help C00lkidd and Bluudud with the cleaning. Okay?" 1x asked, watching as Azure nodded. Azure walked cautiously through the kitchen picking up the mixer as Pr3typriincess stood beside him, watching him mix everything.

Bluudud and C00lkidd eagerly helped cleaning, they didn't know when their father was coming– 1x never told them, so they were scared he could just burst inside any minute and see the mess they made, and proceed to scold them on it. With three people cleaning, aswell as Noli deciding to help wash the dishes they messed up, the kitchen was sparkly clean for once in years.

"Daddy would be so proud, right Bluudud?!" C00lkidd jumped, looking at his older brother while Bluudud nodded, proud of his work. Although he tricked C00lkidd into doing his work, he still worked a bit, just not much as the other two. 

"Fuck yeah, I rock!" Bluudud cheered as he walked over to the silent Pr3typriincess and Azure, watching as they carefully rolled the dough into balls, crushing them down flatly against the baking pan. He didn't really know how to bake, since usually his dad made him do his homework or watch the TV as he made treats for them, or would go buy them.

But, when Pr3typriincess was adopted– He remembered very vividly that she used to watch many cooking and baking videos when their dad was gone to college, leaving them in the hands of his roommate. They don't exactly remember who that roommate was, but he were cool as fuck. He would let Bluudud watch R rated movies, usually what he remembered is it had only swearing and suggestive moments mentioned, so it wasn't much– But they felt really cool when they watched them.

Pr3typriincess remembered when he would give her his ipad, letting her play and watch videos on it. Seven didn't really allow much devices, only letting them on it for limited hours– Maximum was 7. That roommate he had, would let them up it to 9 hours. 2 more hours meant a lot to them.

The only one who was restricted was C00lkidd, their dad's roommate treated him a bit differently.. He would usually only watch TV, watching cartoons while his siblings were watching R13 movies. C00lkidd never complained, he liked cartoons more than movies, he didn't like how long movies were, or how dull and depressing they looked. 

And they all did that without their dad knowing. Just that uncle, attempting and succeeding at being the fun uncle.

Bluudud really missed him, he wondered where he had gone to, leaving them.

"Hel-ll-ooooo!!!?? K1d, ar3 y-y0u al-!ve?!" Noli asked, holding Bluudud by his collar. Bluudud began whining and complaining, attempting to kick the killer as he tried getting out of his grip. Noli put him down, not really wanting to deal with anymore of his tantrums. He huffed, acting dramatic before getting hit in the crotch.

"OW!!! WH@T TH-" Noli's screaming was cut off by John Doe opening the door for 007n7, his eyes twinkling before 3 kids ran straight to him, adverting 007n7's attention from him. He grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes and looking away angrily, muttering something about how much of attention seekers they were.

"Daddy!! Daddy!! We made cookies for you, with your boyfriends!" Pr3typriincess bluntly said, pointing to 1x who seemed to be setting up the cookies in a plate. Seven stared at her when she said boyfriends, curious about what she meant but also a bit scared. He didn't know his intimacy with some people convinced her they were dating.

"Who? What? What do you mean boyfriends?" 007n7 asked, a nervous smile on his face. Pr3typriincess looked at him with disapproval, disappointment. As if making fun of him for his question.

"Yknow.. Like Guest1337, or Noli– Or, or.. That pizza boy that C00lkidd has beef with! Or Sir. 1x!!!" Pr3typriincess named them on her fingers, 007n7 quickly lowering her fingers down as he stood with a flushed face. "See!! You're blushing, you love them! You should all become one big fami—" Jason, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, slapped his hand over her mouth, watching as she squirmed before biting his hand.

"Princess, lets not say that, okay? You shouldn't just pair up people and pressure them to date– That's not okay, alright?" 007n7 said as he picked up Pr3typriincess from Jason, nodding as a thank you. Bluudud rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"As if we're okay." Bluudud said, before aggressively pulling his father and forcing him into the living room, leaving and then coming back with a plate filled with cookies. It was mostly of people who 007n7 was shipped with, or Pr3typriincess' favourite survivors, like Two Time, who had turned into a favourite just because they wore a princess dress. Hell, she even tried convincing Azure to kidnap them. Which obviously didn't work.

"Daddy.. Can you tell your friends to stop bullying me?! Sniff.. That bomber keeps blowing me up!!" C00lkidd whined as he stuck his head into his father's chest after jumping into his lap, sniffling into it. 007n7 petted his head, humming in approval.

"I'll tell them, C00lkidd. Just play tag with me, and if I'm not there.. Then play tag with your minions! Just not them, okay? They're scared of you because you're so good– You don't wanna scare them more." 007n7 attempted at comforting, watching as Noli opened his mouth with a grin."

"Or," Noli began, leaning back as he took the 007n7 looking cookie, biting into it before continuing. "I c0uld g1v3 you a Ma-a-ch!n3 gun." Noli offered, C00lkidd looking with bright eyes before Bluudud began yelling saying he wanted it, causing a fight between the two.

"None of you are getting it! Machine guns are dangerous– Don't believe your uncle, okay?!" 007n7 yelled, stopping the fight between the two with Bluudud huffing and C00lkidd sticking out his tongue, being the petty kid he is.

"Uncl3? Re@ll¥, Sev? I co7ld've gu3s$ed I was a Lo-o-O-ver." Noli teased, leaning close to 007n7's face, before Bluudud slapped him. Earning a choked laugh from Itrapped, who was watching everything the whole time. 

"Just– Shut it, Noli.. Not now." 007n7 turned away, with Bluudud still having a glaring match with Noli. Noli wondered why 007n7 seemed so tense with him, he was the one that told him to get the void star– So why was he so salty? Noli didn't leave him, or if he did– he didn't remember.

After a while, 007n7's phone was dinging with notifications, which Pr3typriincess begged Noli to "hack" and stop it from making any noise. Noli knew 007n7's password already, opening his phone and turning it on do not disturb, continuing to watch his (ex) boyfriend play with his two sons, while eating Pr3typriincess' cookies to please her.

Noli thought who was the easiest kid between the three of them.

He always thought it was Bluudud– Who usually was protective over his father, and Bluudud listened to him alot. But, Bluudud was a really.. Aggressive kid. He liked fighting, he liked violence, he liked getting into trouble. He remembered when 007n7 vented to him, saying how even at a parent teacher meeting, everyone stared at him like he was a sheep between wolves. He knew he never liked attention, staying in the darkness most of the time. Noli always used to go when the principal called for his "dad", because 007n7 would beg him to. He didn't want everyone to be seen with a weak dad, so he used Noli for that.

Or maybe it was Pr3typriincess, who loved to gift her dad, either with stuff she bought or with baking or cooking. Noli knew she was a devil, she always attacked people for their looks– Often criticising without getting asked for criticism. She was a bit too rude, but turned into an angel whenever her father was near. She was a trouble maker at school, usually caught for bullying. Noli knew what she usually meant, she never meant anything rude or mean, she just thought helping was criticising girls' looks in the hallway, pointing out most insecurities without meaning to. Noli wa like that too.

C00lkid wasn't exactly the easiest child, he always went to his dad whenever said anything remotely mean to him, or would start pushing people off slides and yell out saying it was his turn. He was a hell of a kid, satan himself. Now he understood why he was red as fuck, maybe it wasn't because of that skin condition – Maybe he was a sent demon from hell to test 007n7's patience.

"Who ate me?" 007n7 laughed, looking for a cookie that Pr3typriincess baked, and decorated herself. Noli looked around, an awkward laugh leaving his throat as he scratched at his neck.

"I m1gh'￥e at3 !t.." Noli said, looking at 007n7. It wasn't exactly guilt read on his face, he just felt bad that he ate it before his daughter could show him.

Pr3typriincess stared at him, beginning to complain and practically shitting on Noli. 1x enjoyed this, he liked seeing Noli attempt to come up with a comeback, before getting demolished by Bluudud helping him.

And of course, 007n7 never stopped his kids, just watching with a huge grin.

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Itrapped stared at the familiar cage, a singular black bunny looking at him and watching his every move. He twitched, shuffling as he took the bunny's food, giving it not too much but still not enough. It was Chance's bunny, named Spade.

He always tells himself he'll get rid of the stupid thing the moment he could, but it was the only thing that Itrapped still had from Chance before murdering him. He felt uncomfortable with its gaze, eyes too real to be a bunny's.

"Don't look at me like that." Itrapped huffed, pushing the bunny away as he turned to advert his attention. Chance's photo with him laid on his side table, a note in the back that read " BEE FFS TOEGETHAR FOR EVER!!! ", Itrapped remembering the horrible writing and grammar the gambler had.

He couldn't let him go. Even his plan had failed, he never got Caleb and Ellernate out of the banlands. He was never useful, he was chronically ill, at the first couple months of being in a friendship with Chance, they always paid for him.

They never let Itrapped pay for his own hospital bills, or medication. Itrapped had a heart disease for years, still struggling even in the new realm he had gotten kicked into. He stayed in his room most of the time, since they didn't have medication for him– He never really.. Went out, he never met anyone. He wasn't pushed into rounds regularly, due to the chronic illness he had.

He would only get up from his bed to feed that bunny he sitll kept for so long, he wondered how it survived– How it got into the same realm as him. It always stared at him, its eyes being so familiar to Itrapped, those dull, empty eyes.

"Trap, what are you doing?" Azure asked, walking into his room after knocking. Itrapped stood by the rabbit cage, staring at the rabbit as he held it tightly, as if trying on purpose to crush it, to hurt it and be done. It was the only thing that made Itrapped get up from his bed, to feed it and clean it.

"Feeding Spade." Itrapped winced as he repeated that name, frowning deeply as he held up its ears, as if inspecting them. He wondered if it was deaf, because it never paid attention to him, always stomping.

"Spade? Who's Spade?" Azure asked, looking at Itrapped. Itrapped looked at him as if he was stupid, pointing towards the black bunny in his hands and the huge cage infront of him. Azure stared at him, holding back saying something, before finally letting it go.

"I really think you should rest, Trap." Azure stated, sighing as he rubbed on his temple as his lips quivered at Itrapped. The sight was painful, seeing Itrapped care for nothing. How he'd imagined a bunny, and a cage for almost a year now.

"What do you mean? It's biting my finger." Itrapped insisted, pulling his finger away. He felt a bite, causing him to yelp and drop the bunny. His eyes went wide, immediately crouching down as he picked up the bunny with worry, even if he threatened he'd throw it away.

"Trap, please.. You're imagining it again.." Azure begged, not wanting to hurt Itrapped. Yet the man didn't bother, looking at him for a minute before back at the bunny– Who seemed to disappear.

"Oh shit. Spade, Spade? Where are you?" Itrapped huffed, standing up as he began looking around, underneath his cabinets or something. He needed to find the–

The cage disappeared too.

The cage, the food, and now the bunny itself.

"Itrapped, you're fucking schizophrenic for God's sake– Can you stop fucking around before you like.. Die or something?!" 1x yelled, he was behind Azure the whole time, staring.

"Please.. Believe me, guys.. He was here– He.. He.." Itrapped begged, tears rimming his eyes as he desperately looked around, as if Spade would just pop out randomly.

"You believe me guys, right? Spade was here, you guys saw him, please.."

"We never saw him, Trapped. Go to bed."

"Please! Believe me!"

"I won't say it a second time." Itrapped frowned, watching as the two watched him walk back to his bed, getting under the sheets and curling up into a ball. Azure stared at him sadly, feeling bad he had to deal with that even when he was dead.

After closing the door, Itrapped could hear their muffled voices, walking back to the living room. They didn't notice how his room was filled with dinner plates, never eaten. Hell, he even forgot when he last ate.

"Will he ever get that?" -Azure

"Get what?" -Noli

"That he's schizophrenic. That this is all just some kind of dream to him." -Azure

Silence.

"It's not a dream, technically." -Azure

"It's a nightmare he's forced to stick with." -Azure

"Shut up, he can probably hear us." -1x

"I believe we are too far?" -Azure

"No, these cabin walls are thin as shit." -Noli

"Is he crying?" -Guest 666

"I don't know." -1x

"He curled up into a fetal position, he probably is.." -Azure

"I feel really bad. I wanna help him out, but we don't even get medkits." -Azure

"I can spawn in some?" -Noli

"Can you spawn in schizophrenia and heart disease medication? I dont think so." -1x

"I'm trying to help." -Noli

"Well you're not, so fuck off retard." -1x

After that hurtful conversation, Itrapped dozed off into his own dreams, just having happy moments with the ones he loved– Not with them, watching them. Caleb, Ellernate, and Chance.

Chapter Text

Chance fiddled with the rings on his fingers, staring at the three people infront of him warming up near the fireplace or drinking hot cocoa that Elliot had made. Chance was clearly worried for something, looking around desperately, and being impossibly quiet. Everyone took advantage of the silence, only the sound of Taph signing a few hands with his bangles clanking against eachother, or the fire hissing.

"Chance, are you okay? You look really worried." Taph signed, looking at Chance as Chance looked at him for a second before adverting his gaze to Two Time, who seemed to think about how to translate the words.

"The demolitionist is asking if you are okay, because you seem very worried." Two Time said as they laid on the couch upside down, playing around with their dagger and occasionally flipping their head to see what Taph was saying, since everyone was relying on them now.

"Agh!! It's just.. My coin! Itrapped took it last round– And.. And.. A round might include me but I don't have my coin so I won't be able to take my gun– It's so stressing I just want it back!!!" Chance complained, his hands twitching as he stared at everyone, Elliot sighing as he put his knees to his chest while listening.

"Just sneak in, 007n7 said Itrapped is always sleeping or in his bed cause of his disease or something.. He said he can't really get out of bed from what I heard." Taph signed, leaning back as he cautiously pulled off his hood, letting the small wings flare up against the warmish air.

"Taph's saying to sneak in, he said 007n7's already there and he told him that Itrapped stays in his bed sleeping or unable to get up because of his disease or something." Two Time translated with a yawn, he never really guessed Itrapped would have a disease– He wondered what it was.

Chance's eyes twitched as he remembered Itrapped's illness, it hurt him that Itrapped was dealing with it alone without any medication– Or help. He wanted to help, badly, but Itrapped hated him. He refused to look at Chance the first few times he was killer.Chance, from how much he loved Itrapped, he told everyone to not stun him by hitting his chest or anything, the survivors were concerned but obeyed.

"We can sneak in?" Chance's ears perked up, standing up with a huge grin. Taph and Two Time looked at eachother, gulping. While Elliot just sighed, he already knew what Chance wanted the most- His coin, he had to help him, he was his best friend, or.. Maybe closer. But still.

"Come on!!! We need to get going, get up!!" Chance yelled, his mood nothing like before. Taph hesitated, pulling his phone out and quickly texting Dusekkar his live location, telling him to follow them incase something happened. He really didn't trust any of these guys, except for Two Time and maybe just a bit. 

Two Time and Taph reluctantly got up, grunting as they were quickly pulled in by Chance, while he threw his arms around them. Thankfully, Chance's arms didn't reach Two Time that much, but he was still touching them. Taph had Chance's arm around his waist, it's not that he didn't like it– He felt more secure with it. But, he did feel insecure that Chance could feel how feminine his body was.

But Chance's mind was only filled with when he'll be using his coin in rounds– Taunting every killer. And maybe also thinking about Itrapped, but that wasn't the point. They had a goal to achieve. Just as they were about to leave, Dusekkar walked in a bit worried, making everyone freeze, or well.. Chance freezing and stopping everyone with him.

"A glint in your eyes, a secret you hold. A story of mischief, about to unfold." Dusekkar started, rubbing his temple. "Whats going on, I ask with a peek. There's a mischievous rumble, a plan YOU can't speak?!" he asked, looking towards Taph, but then scanning their faces. Each face said another story, Taph.. Well, he couldn't really see. But Two Time was uncomfortable and nervous, Elliot was done and about to crash out, while Chance was beaming yet it had a sense of fear behind everything.

"We're gonna get my coin back!" Chance beamed, letting go of everyone and moving to grab Dusekkar's hands, gripping them with joy. "It's gonna be so fun! We're gonna go to the killers' cabin, we're getting my coin back! My lady luck!!" Chance yelled, raising his arms with Dusekkars. All that happened while Azure was watching through the window, gulping with a bit of reluctance before pulling his phone out.

KILERZ ?!

azuremrald: survivors r planning to raid the cabin to get the gamblers dumb coin back

noleeforme: ok WHAT

azuremrald: im as shocked as you are, i was doing my daily thing of taking some seeds from jane's garden for my own but then i saw tt and stared for a while and then they started talking to some mute bitch and now theyre going to our dabin with NO plan whatsoever

noleeforme: r u really salty because your they likes that mute bitch more than u

azuremrald: no???

GEUST666: yah sure bru

#1shedhater: Are we gonna ignore how they're planning on raiding our cabin?

Itrapped: we gonna get our dinner 

azuremrald: def ur dinner you ass eater

itrapped: excuse me.

azuremrald: your excused

MISSING1: 1T !S Y07R'3 N0T Y07R

noleeforme: john beat up azure he steals ur pink lady's garden stuff

MISSING1: ₩H0 1S P1NK L@D6?

noleeforme: nvm.

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The 5 stood outside the door, wondering if they should talk. Taph lifted his hands up, his bangles making a loud noise before he froze. Elliot facepalmed, Dusekkar putting his hands infront of his mouth– Shocked. How stupid is he? Taph quickly signed frantically, Chance looked at– Two Time had disappeared.

"Where the fuck is Two Time?!" Chance whisper-yelled, looking at Elliot and Dusekkar. They just got here and they already lost one of them. Elliot looked around, his instincts screaming at him to run away and go back, but he didn't. Dusekkar put a spell on the three of them, attempting to shield them.

"You guys go inside, don't fret or frown! I'll stay outside, to watch this town." Dusekkar gestured, Chance about to state how it isn't a town before getting pushed inside. There wasn't really anybody, he only spotted 007n7 with his kids while Noli sat by– They were far away, they wouldn't notice him. Taph followed, getting his tripmines ready. Elliot just stood there, the only thing he had was Two Time's dagger. Which he didn't know how to use.

"I'll go look for Itrapped's room." Chance whispered, the two nodding. He tip toed, staring at the staircase as he quickly walked up them. Being met with a hallway full of doors, he approached the first one. He looked for a sign, anything that said a name. The first one was Jason's, so he hurriedly walked to the other, which was John Doe's room.

This might take a while.

He sighed, skipping a few doors that were coloured green (1X), then red (C00LKIDD), then blue (BLUUDUD), then pink (PR3TYPRIINCESS). He landed on a door that just had a simple icicle poorly drawn. He took a deep breath, he had only a gun that will likely explode on him, so he was nervous.

Putting his hand on the knob, he slowly turned. The room was.. Basic. It looked new, it wasn't decorated, it barely had any stuff other than a simple desk, a closet, everything a bedroom would have, and of course a bed with someone laying on it. He hissed under his breath, he had to be careful. One single wrong move could end his life painfully. 

"Who is it." A voice spoke up, it was Itrapped. Chance froze in his spot, gulping. Was he already getting caught? He was too far in to tip toe quietly back outside, and his voice was way too familiar for Itrapped. He couldn't think of anything, only watching as the man traced circles on his bedsheets, waiting for a reply.

Seeing that Itrapped didn't speak for a bit or move, he cautiously walked backwards, attempting to not make any noise before stepping on his own foot, crashing down at full speed and kissing the floor. The loud noise caused Itrapped to look, his eyes going wide as he saw Chance. He didn't know whether he was a hallucination, he started believing into the others' words of him being schizophrenic.

"Cha..nce..?" Itrapped's voice trialled, he couldn't really believe his eyes. Like.. Literally. He was schizophrenic. He couldn't believe anything. He stared as the boy attempted at getting back up, failing again. Itrapped got up, helping him up while staring at him. He could see how Chance was shivering under Itrapped's gaze, it was almost too realistic.

Chance scanned Itrapped's body language and face, he didn't look too upset at seeing him– Just.. Surprised. He looked like he was holding back something, and as much as Chance wanted to leave– He was curious on what he would do. His eyes looked like they were full of love, making Chance almost melt– He missed that gaze, especially from Itrapped. He had to admit that he still loved him.

Chance watched as Itrapped's hand raised, gently touching his cheek and rubbing small circles on it. It felt.. Good. Chance felt himself getting closer to Itrapped once again, leaning into his touch. Itrapped continued, his other hand placing itself on his hip, twitching a bit while tracing his waist with his thumb.

Chance completely forgot why he was here, he was too busy enjoying the touch he always yearned for from the person he pined for. He didn't care if it got way too sexual, maybe he'd enjoy that. Who knows? He could feel Itrapped's heart racing rapidly, he was a but worried considering the man had a heart disease– but he decided to push that thought away.

"I missed you, Chance.." Itrapped murmured, pushing him against the wall. He didn't doubt for a second that he was a hallucination, he knew it was real– And he took advantage of that. Lifting up Chance's head, his thumb lingered on his chin for a bit before he connected their lips. It was slow at first, soft and gentle. Their lips paired up perfectly, as if they were two puzzle pieces meant for eachother.

Though, it got sloppier the more they kept it going. Both, being desperate, pressed themselves onto eachother. A few quiet whines left Chance whenever Itrapped bit down on his wet, bruised lips. Chance was the first to attempt and try to grind himself onto the man infront of him, his desperation of friction and pleasure heightening. Itrapped lowered his hands down, gripping onto Chance's inner thigh as he didn't stop him from what he was doing.

"Trap– please..—" Chance begged as they pulled away, he positioned his head as Itrapped moved down to plant soft kisses onto his jaw, trialling down as he bit a specific place on Chance's neck, kissing it once Chance yelped to relieve the pain. Chance loved it when Itrapped had his hands running down his body, teasing him with every move. It set flames to his heart.

"Chance!?" 

A loud voice began yelling, making Itrapped pause and look at Chance with a raised eyebrow. Fuck. Chance thought, it was a really bad timing to call him, considering his position right now. Seeing Chance not react, made Itrapped reluctantly move back, continuing after getting his approval. Chance just hoped that they wouldn't find him, or he'd be in trouble.

Itrapped could hear Chance breaking down at each kiss, the soft moaning coming from him gaining his attention easily. The top of Chance's shirt was already unbuttoned– And his tie was nowhere to be seen. He could feel the way Itrapped suckled on his collarbone, the way his legs were lifted by Itrapped's arms, or the way Itrapped pressed himself against Chance. It all made him flutter.

Itrapped looked to the crack of his door for a second, seeing a black figure with a cloak staring at them with their hand on their mouth. He quickly yelled, gaining the attention of Chance. Chance opened his eyes, looking at Itrapped before adverting his gaze to what he was looking at. His eyes widened, locking with Taph's immediately.

"Taph– Taph-" Chance whined a bit as Itrapped let go of him hesitantly, letting his legs drop to the floor. He looked towards Itrapped and Taph, how could he explain? Seeing a survivor attempting to hump a killer was a traumatic experience. What will he tell Taph? Or everyone in that fact. He saw Itrapped move to his side table, pulling out a small coin. He quickly tucked it into Chance's taken off blazer.

"Trap– Um.. I'm– Gonna leave." Chance whispered slightly, picking up his blazer, hat, and glasses. He didn't care enough to button up his shirt, or even look for his tie. He just pulled Taph away while leaving, closing the door after himself. He could hear Chance's mumbling outside, slowly fading away as he left.

"Did I.. Just get stood up..?" Itrapped asked himself, staring at the tie Chance had left behind. He wondered what they were here for, why Chance was here. He thought it was probably because of the coin, which he had to give back to him. But he felt a bit sad that Chance didn't exactly come for him, only for that piece of metal. He stayed standing in the middle of his room, dumbfounded.

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"What happened?" Two Time asked as they were walking outside, Chance's disheveled look, his crooked glasses, his missing tie, and his unbuttoned shirt worried Two Time a bit. Yet it didn't worry Elliot one bit, it made him just a bit upset. Maybe, a bit, was an understatement.

"N-..Nothi—"

"Bitch- Were you having sex while we were verbally arguing with those purple red bitches?!" Elliot yelled, looking at Chance with shock. 

"No—! We didn't have sex.. Yet.." Chance denied, waving his arms.

"YET—?!"

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Elliot glanced at Chance as he walked inside the main cabin, staring at him as he buttoned up his shirt almost too gracefully– It bothered him how easily he gave up in Itrapped's touch, maybe it bothered him because he will never feel him melt in his own touch, letting everything go. He was upset, he fought for Chance and in the end Chance almost got laid.

He wanted to yell at Chance, to tell him what he was thinking. But he kept it in, he refused to break down easily infront of him. Maybe he was upset Itrapped got to him before he could. He didn't know what Chance saw in that guy– He was literally just Noob with a crown. Did that mean he liked Noob too? He tried pushing the thought away, he couldn't get jealous over some dumb schizophrenic.

But he was already jealous, just staring at Taph and Dusekkar. Atleast, Taph had someone who could understand him even without any words. Someone who had studied him like a book. Chance being with Itrapped.. The image replayed in his mind, since Taph had showed them a picture. Two Time already had a stalker they were swooning over, he debated if he should get with the blacklisted member, but he already got two people on his roster.

Everyone had someone to care for, even Noob. While Elliot.. Had no one. Not a killer or surviver. Maybe he shouldn't have been brought into this world, maybe his mother's words were right. He wished that she had done what she threatened to do, that she brought him into the world and will take him out of it. Even if he knew that wasn't really.. True unless by murder, he still wished for that.

Elliot wanted to take a gun and shoot himself. He understood why every killer went after him, because he was a healer– Everyone said that they would be dirt without his pizzas, but he took it personally. He always took it personally. Maybe that's why they don't like him. He used to care openly, begging and asking when someone wouldn't include him in something to tell him why.

But, in the past few years, he had learned that it's pathetic. It wasn't even fixing anything, so he just stopped. He stopped caring openly, he left his thoughts to himself. He never vented, afraid it would pull someone away from him. He never spoke too much, he only did his work with making food, cleaning, and healing.

Something he found out, was Noob used to have a person– Who was dead. He told him that it was Guest 666, but Elliot could've sworn he saw him today. He didn't want to tell Noob, though. He liked it when Noob talked to him when Chance or Two Time weren't, he liked it when Noob attempted to make him a weapon when they had free time, Noob was a great friend.

He hated that one match when Azure had his first match, how happy Two Time looked. It messed with him, he got so mad he threw a couple pizzas on Azure's face, staining his witch hat. He insulted it infront of everyone, watching as Two Time grinned saying he bought it for him. It messed with him, he stayed quiet most rounds or breaks with new killers. Yet he always made the same mistake, insulting the killer and then getting scolded for hurting someone's feelings.

Hmph. They're all sensitive freaks anyways.

He thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he walked in on Shedletsky and Builderman making out. Did they have a humiliation kink? He contemplated. The way they awkwardly stopped when they heard him boiling water in the kettle, the nervous looks as they waited for him to be gone. It pissed him off, like.. This was an open cabin for everyone. Why were they so pressed about him being in it?

Maybe because he never understood. He never understood why making out felt so good, or how getting kissed on the neck made them get butterflies in their stomach. Hell, even sex. He never understood the hype on it. He never understood it when people said getting jacked off was good. Maybe he was Aroace, or.. Whatever Noob called it. 

Maybe it was how Elliot was made to be, weird and unapproachable. It pissed him off when he thought about it, almost everyone had 2 people they could go to or more. He barely even had one. And he said almost because Noob had that 666 guy, but he had nobody. He was such a loser to think of it, he was just.. A basic white person. Or.. Yellow.. Whatever it was, he was.

Though, Elliot did not want to think too much of it. He didn't wanna make another scene like what Taph did with Two Time's dagger. He always thought everyone was overdramatic, like. He could end his life and he'd respawn, he could cut himself and it would be gone the next day. Sure, the mental pain stayed, but they couldn't fix that.

Everyone thought Elliot was a jackass, c00lkidd often asked him in rounds asking where the old pizza worker was, and when he'd say it's him he'd shake his head saying you're not nice enough to be him. It humbled him a bit, but it also hurt him. Nobody really knew what was going on in his thoughts the past few years, since he only expressed anger and sarcasm.

Ugh.. Maybe he did need some help. 

Maybe he did need to talk to someone.

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Dusekkar has been trapped in his own cabin again, only leaving for a few minutes to take his food and go back to his personal cabin. Taph usually wouldn't think much of it, but the way he has been constantly locking the door and giving excuses to not hang out with Taph made him want to trap his whole cabin with everything he has made, such as bear traps. But Taph didn't want to hurt Dusekkar, but he also did want to so bad.

So as Taph laid against the wooden dock viewing the ocean, he contemplated whether he should talk to Dusekkar once lunch comes. Then again, he could go back to his cabin, paying no attention to Taph. But Taph wouldn't let him just shimmy back to his cabin, he had to put an end to this– Even if it meant that Taph had to be alone with nobody.

"Taph! Lunch's ready, you gon' eat?" Shedletsky yelled out from the porch, watching as the familiar black shadow looking nodded. Taph got up, dusting off his cape and sleeves as he began taking steps to the cabin. Seeing Dusekkar also heading into the main cabin, he ran faster before tapping him on the shoulder.

"We need to talk after lunch. Stay and eat with us." Taph signed, watching as Dusekkar sighed before nodding. He kinda had to nod, remembering what happened last time when Dusekkar refused to talk. Taph was really stubborn, Dusekkar was stubborn but.. Less than Taph. A lot less. Walking inside, the two took a seat next to each other like usual. 

"Oh, big man's decided he wanted to eat with us today?" Builderman laughed as he saw Dusekkar sitting down. The pumpkin was oddly quiet, as if he had a lot of things swarming his mind. He got nudged by Taph, watching as he pointed towards the shared plate infront of him. He wondered where the other plate went, looking around he found everyone with their own plates but Taph and him.

"Why are we sharing a plate, I implore.. This messy arrangement, I can't ignore! There should be another one, a spare! So where is it, is it not there?" Dusekkar asked, this was a running problem for a while– But yesterday, they found a plate. Why is it not there anymore? Why are they so poor? Everyone looked at eachother, seemingly also confused.

"I broke it while washing it." Elliot responded nonchalantly, already beginning to cut his food to eat. 007n7 gave him a glare, as if Elliot was lying.

"We all know thats not the full story."

"Shut up, old hag." Elliot huffed as he nudged 007n7 harshly, the two's messy relationship was as messy as the arrangement. Dusekkar rolled his eyes, he didn't even wanna know now. Looking at the plate infront of him, he saw how Taph had split the meal for eachother, Dusekkar having more. It confused him, why didn't he wanna eat now? Usually, he'd have the same amount or a bit more, it wasn't subtle but Dusekkar didn't eat much so he didn't care.

"Why have you given yourself less to spare? take some of my side, it's must be fair." Dusekkar whispered slightly, subtly pushing some for Taph. Taph shook his head, pinching Dusekkar's side. Dusekkar stared at him, acting jokingly offended. They silently fought for a bit before getting called out by Two Time, so in the end they ate what they could.

As Dusekkar got up, his arm got grabbed by Taph. A subtle reminder. Dusekkar sighed, letting himself get pulled into his own cabin. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight for both of them, since Taph usually bombarded his cabin in the middle of the night asking to be let in. He usually was let in, since Dusekkar was a bit insomniac, they both usually fell asleep together.

Once Taph let go of him, he pulled out his keys, quickly unlocking the door while entering with Taph following behind him. The two sat together in his small, cozy living room, Taph sighing before lifting up his arms, bangles clanking against the other bracelets. Dusekkar had noticed this, that boy loved golden items. His body was filled with gold; necklaces, bracelets, rings, anklets, literally anything.

Taking down his hood, his hair popped out. It was fluffy and a dark colour, almost blending with his skin. It was something the pumpkin had admired. "Duse, have you been okay these days? You've been trapping yourself in here for days at a time, even during matches you see, to be exhausted– It worries me, I feel like everything is happening again." Taph signed, breaking him out of his daydream.

"Oh, I promise it's nothing. Builderman's just rushing me, no stress." Dusekkar waved his hand, he usually didn't rhyme a lot when he was alone with Taph. It wasn't anything, really. He just felt more relaxed with him. "Just have some work to do, then I'll be free." 

"..You can't be serious." Taph huffed, rubbing his temple. Dusekkar looked at him with confusion, raising his eyebrow. He had never seen Taph act like this, so.. Annoyed, and kind of mean? 

"Dusekkar, none of us have seen you for more than 10 minutes the past WEEK! It isn't 'some' work, it's a lot and you need to atleast ask for some help– Like from me, or Shedletsky, since he's also an admin." Taph signed frantically, his eyes wide as he looked at Dusekkar.

Dusekkar seemed taken aback, shuffling under Taph's gaze. "It's nothing– Taphy, I'm fine!" Dusekkar insisted, waving his hand around. He didn't like the look Taph was giving him, it intimidated him– It made him feel like he was the prey.

"No– No you'e not.. Please Duse, let me atleast help you– Or I'll burn everything." Taph threatened as he took off his cape, throwing it somewhere in the room. Dusekkar was getting distracted, he wanted to hold that body and feel it up and down his hands. He would never tell that to Taph, though. He wasn't straightforward as he was. He'll just wait, until Taph to—

"Nhg.. Taph, you're like– Really handsome right now." Dusekkar whispered lowly, his role of being a prey slowly switching. Taph stared at him with his jaw dropped, pinching himself to make sure this was real. Was Dusekkar attempting to distract him from the problem, or was he actually a bit turned on. Or, maybe, a bit was an understatement.

None of them moved, only their eyes tracing each other's body. That was until Taph made the first move, straddling Dusekkar's lap and slowly connecting their lips once Taph took off his mask. It was sloppy and harsh, all teeth and spit. Taph's sharp fangs digging into his bottom lip as their tongues fought. Dusekkar was already writhing underneath him, whining as Taph slid his hand underneath his undershirt.

"Taph–" Dusekkar gasped as he felt Taph rolling the pink bud between his fingers, a loud moan escaping his throat. The suddenness of the situation made him already overwhelmed, his head disconnecting their lips as he threw it back. He tried his best to control his noises, but he couldn't help but slip a few– he could feel Taph's grin whenever he did that.

Seeing Dusekkar unintentionally give him access to his neck, he leaned down. He slid the grey robe aside, giving him more access. He planted a few soft kisses on his jawline, though he quickly got bold, suckling on the skin and biting down every once in a while– It made Dusekkar go insane, the harsh, painful feeling that accentuated the warmth in his stomach.. He couldn't help but pant.

Dusekkar attempted to buck his hips atleast, to get some friction— Yet Taph denied access, leaving him a whimpering, whining mess. "Patience, Pumpkin.." Taph laughed, trialling one of his hands down to press onto his crotch area, making his body jerk with the sudden pressure. He waited for some kind of reaction, grinning once he felt Dusekkar twitch.

"Taph, come on.. I'm.. Hng.. Close.." Dusekkar begged, the pleasure heightening as Taph moved his hand, rubbing onto the spot. The mix of the soft kisses and licks on his neck, and the rubbing, rolling, and biting made him go crazy– He felt overstimulated. Taph drank up any noise Dusekkar let out, his wings flapping as he continued with his torture.

"Already? Guess I have to make this fast, hmm?" Taph taunted, leaning down and unbuckling Dusekkar's belt, swiftly removing it before shuffling off his robes, leaving the pumpkin in nothing but his own boxers. Taph quickly followed after, undressing himself as he refused to let Dusekkar take off any of his clothes. 

Taph looked up at Dusekkar, his finger playing with the waistband of his boxers. He waited for his consent, before a nod came in reply. Taph pulled them down painfully slow, making Dusekkar forcefully grab at Taph's hands, pulling them off as his cock sprang out. Taph nervously looked at him, his wide eyes translating his thoughts.

Dusekkar was.. A bit more than average? Or maybe because Taph was a virgin, he just looked big. But Taph decided to shake his head internally, quickly getting rid of his own boxers. They were both leaking, their dicks against eachother. Taph lifted up Dusekkar's hands, an idea coming in mind. Using Dusekkar's hand, he began rolling it against both of their tips– Spreading the pre-cum onto the whole base.

Dusekkar was already whimpering, watching as they both twitched under his hand. Once Dusekkar was slick enough, Taph managed to lift himself up, a smile whine leaving him as the feeling of Dusekkar's hand stroking him left. He lined himself up, pushing the tip in with no warning. The feeling was already making his ears and cheeks redden, his lips parting as he sighed heavily.

He kept pushing further inside, until almost a quarter of him was inside. Dusekkar could see the strain in Taph's skin as he insterted him further inside his tight hole. "Taph, you okay?—" Dusekkar asked, his face was flushed and trembling a bit. Taph couldn't respond, wrapping his legs around Dusekkar's waist, desperate for more yet not knowing if it'll even fit.

But, without warning, Dusekkar thrusted himself all the way to the hilt. He flipped their positions, Taph being under him. Taph's eyes closed, his mouth opening in a silent scream. But instead, he let out a guttural moan— He wasn't really in much pain anymore, it had been given away to the immense pleasure. Yet there still remained pain.

He began to grind his hips against Dusekkar, who had grumbled at the feeling of it. He began thrusting in and out slowly, stretching the insides of Taph as they moved in time with eachother. Beads of sweet trickled down Taph's face as he felt Dusekkar slam into her again and again, whimpering while Dusekkar leaned forward, planting a kiss on his bare chest, his tongue scraping against his own bud.

Taph loudly and shamelessly moaned, his skin already so flushed and heated, he could barely breathe through the pounding in his head. Or.. Maybe that was just Dusekkar's hips slamming into his own again and again, repetitively. Then, suddenly Dusekkar went all in, curshing their hips together tightly and hitting Taph's prostate with force and ease.

Taph gasped as Dusekkar went harder each thrust, attempting to warn Dusekkar that he was literally about to finish. His eyes rolled back in his head as he reached his climax, his body convulsing as the orgasm came down swiftly, his body almost shutting down as Dusekkar continued, searching for his own release.

Once he felt himself also tip over the edge, he warned– His hips bucking wildly as he let out a loud moan, but quickly pulling out and coming after Taph a few minutes later. The sticky substance coated Taph's lower abdomen and hips, letting him feel it hot and burning against his already heated skin.

Dusekkar sat limply beside Taph, watching him just incase he needed something. They were both breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down after their messy moment. Taph managed to bring himself up, laying onto Dusekkars arms as he barely signed a simple "I love you..". His face was buried in his chest, hair dripping with sweat.

"Huff.. Love you too, Taph." Dusekkar replied, pulling him in closer. None of them wanted to get up, to clean themselves up. They let that be a problem for future them.. Right now, they just wanted to entangle themselves into eachothers grip, their heat warming eachother up.

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c00lkidd jumped onto the coffee table infront of the TV, making John Doe yell out some incomprehensible noises, while Noli rubbed his temple as if about to jump the young kid. "Praise me! I'm your.. Uh.. Lord! For today!!!" c00lkidd demanded, pointing his sword in Guest's way. The poor guy didn't even do anything, he was generally just walking around the hallway and struggling to get through the door due to his huge figure. 

"Uh.. Hi?" Guest mumbled, waving slightly as his claws scraped against the ceiling. 1x groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. It was one of those days where c00lkidd demanded everyone's attention, he honestly debated to drop him off in the survivors cabin and hope for the best. Come ot think of it, it was a great idea– He wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. 

"C00lkidd, do you wanna see your dad and his friends?" 1x asked, getting up from his seat at the couch all while John Doe tried to watch the TV. c00lkidds eyes widened, twinkling with excitement as he dropped down his sword, adjusting his crown before jumping off of the coffee table. "Yes!! Yess!! I wanna see daddy!" c00lkidd nodded with excitement.

1x sighed once again, watching as c00lkidd lifted his hand up– gripping onto his pinky finger. He began walking, opening the door and leaving. Just as he was about to leave, Guest had ran into the half closed door– Breaking it off from his hinges again, yet still leaving. The man cheered, running behind the cabin as he yelled some words of excitement to Azure who was working on his failing garden.

1x stared at the door, before shrugging. Itrapped will fix it later, and if he didn't then he'll give him a heart attack– Easy! The two straddled along the forest, hand in hand. Once seeing the big brown cabin surrounded by more cabins, 1x knew they arrived at the spot. He carefully carried c00lkidd, dropping him at the door.

"Okay, what you're gonna do is.. Once I leave, you're gonna knock on the door. If they don't answer, start banging– And don't hurt anyone, okay?" 1x said, crouching down as he looked at c00lkidd. C00lkidd eagerly nodded, a huge grin on his face. 1x quickly left, leaving c00lkidd all alone by hmiself. It scared him a bit, but he had to be strong– a man.

He gave a few knocks onto the wooden door, his claws turning into normal hands. The door was quickly barged open, revealing a huge grey man. It was the guy who always shot c00lkidd! He looked huge from when they weren't in rounds, he felt like a little ant compared to him. The guy seemed confused, about to close the door before c00lkidd quickly yelled in his small, squeaky voice.

"No!! Wait, misyer!! Is daddy here?!" C00lkidd asked, gaining his attention. The guy with the fedora looked at him, shocked. He paid no mind to C00lkidd's words, slamming the door on his face.

Chance stared at the floor, before pulling out his phone.

THE DEPTHS OF HELL 

casinogambler: what is coolkid doing here. why is he knocking at the door. 

pizzadelivery: You gotta be kidding me.

guest1337.: C00lkidd? What's he doing here?

casinogambler: i dont know but he doesnt have any claws and he doesnt look that harmful........ hes also EXTREMELY tiny. like he atcually looks like a 9 year old

pizzadelivery: Woah what????

guest1337.: Thats weird. 

casinogambler: HES BANGING ON THE DOOR PLS HELP LLS PLS PLS PLS I FEEL SO THEEATENING

Guest1337.: I'll come

Guest1337.: Lord you were right he's tiny as fuck. Like.. An actual 9 year old.

casinogambler: U LITERALLY FOOK MY JOKE OF HIMBEING AS SHORT AS A 9YEAR OLD

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Guest rolled his eyes, shutting off his phone before being met with tiny tugs on his pants. C00lkidd looked up at him with a grin, his tail wagging around. "Hey! You're my daddy's boyfriend! Can you let me inside? I wanna see my daddy.." c00lkidd begged, tugging more on his striped pyjama pants. Guest didn't know how to tell him that his dad wasn't exactly there.

"Uhm.. Your dad isn't here, kid." Guest said, leaning down slightly to face the boy. C00lkidd stared at him with skepticism, as if doubting his words. He shook his head, as if forcing the fact that his dad was there. Guest stared at him, rubbing his temple before swiftly picking up up and thrwoing him onto his shoulder, ignoring the punches landing on his bad and moving to the cabin's porch.

He knocked, the sound of Chance shuffling against the door was heard before stopping. "Chance, it's me– Open up the door." Guest called out, sighing as he heard Chance whimper and whisper to someone– Well, probably to himself since he was alone in there.

"How do I know you're Guest when you could be just voicing as him– Oh my God.. What if Guest's dead?! Then who would save me when I have weaknesses stacked upon me– Oh my G—"

"Open the fucking door, Chance!"

The door was slowly creaked open, a fedora popping out, checking who it was. The door was immediately barged open by Two Time running in, Taph attempting to follow after them with 007n7's c00lgui– But C00lkidd immediately snatched it somehow, giggling as he held it down. Taph stood by the two, hitting C00lkidd's head as if trying to trick him like a cat.

Guest ignored this all, walking in with Taph following after, and Chance cautiously watching the red boy's moves while still attempting to stay away. Guest plopped him down onto the red couch, snatching the c00lgui while Taph got on his knees as if swooning over Guest, kissing emojis and begging emojis moving ontop of him. Guest glared at him, shaking his head and putting the c00lgui underneath his arm. Taph glared back, nudging Guest a bit harshly while walking upstairs to Two Time's room with angry emojis floating ontop of his head.

"I wanna see daddy!! I don't like this guy!–" C00lkidd whined, before jumping at Chance and biting his head. Chance immediately began screaming, trying to kick off the devil ontop of him by his legs. Guest immediately picked up C00lkidd, giving Chance back his half eaten fedora and holding C0lkidd. This seemed to be a long night even from the start.

After a while, C00lkidd calmed down and began exploring. With the doors and windows locked, he didn't really have a way out. He was like an actual kid, just.. Red. Once everyone was home, he obviously put a goal to annoy everyone in his way– And to learn about them, no villainous intentions, just curiosity.

Guest pulled out his phone, clicking on 007n7's profile.

Direct messages - Burger boy --> Prettyy boy 

He stared into the save button, debating on clicking on it. But he hurriedly clicked on cancel, shaking his head and huffing. That was way too corny, they weren't even a thing yet.

Direct messages - Burger boy

Guest1337.: Sev

Guest1337.: Your kid is here, he wants to see you but you're no where to be found, your c00lgui was with Taph too.

SEEN

Guest1337.: Sev, you okay?

Guest1337.: Hellooooo

Guest1337.: Sev wya

SEEN

Guest groaned loudly, leaning back against the chair. Everyone looked at him, confusion read in their eyes. Guest looked up at everyone, a red flush painting his cheeks before he looked down, embarrassed. "What's wrong? Your expression seemed to fall." Dusekkar asked, his straight posture differentiating himself from everyone.

"Nothing.. It's just– 007n7. He's seeing my messages, but he wont respond." Guest said out loud, gaining the attention from the small kid beside him. Elliot rolled his eyes, mumbling some curses under his breath at the mention of 007n7. Nobody gave his frustrated grunts attention, some only focusing on their food while some listened to Guest.

"What do you mean? Haha! Папа не может умереть! Хм.. Вы все просто тупые–" (Daddy can't die! Hng.. You're all just stupid—" c00lkidd grumbled, still playing with the food on his plate. Shedletsky's eyes went wide, was that kid just speaking Russian? He didn't know he could use other languages in here, thats for sure.

" Извините?!- Кто вы такой, чтобы называть нас тупыми?- Вы просто тупой убийца! (Excuse me?!- Who are you to call us stupid— You're just a dumb killer!)" Shedletsky slammed his hands on the table, c00lkidd's eyes widening before he quickly covered his mouth. He definitely didn't expect anybody to understand him, if his dad found out he was making fun of his friends, he'd definitely drown him in the ocean or something.

"Wha– No!! This isn't fair! He understands me! Kill him!" C00lkidd whined, jumping onto Guest as he hugged his arm tight. Shedletsky rolled his eyes, mocking him. Chance made fun of him for being mad over a child, tears rimming his eyes from laughter. C00lkidd whined into Guest's chest, stomping his legs onto the chair as he pointed at Shedletsky.

Elliot and Two Time paid no mind to everything going around them, eating quickly before leaving to Chance's room– Their -not so usual- hang out spot. Chance didn't notice, he just kept laughing at Shedletsky and causing more problems between him and c00lkidd.

As dinner ended, C00lkidd sat on the counter while Guest aggressively washed the dishes. Seeing him wash them so.. harshly, C00lkidd gave him tips– Not knowing the man was extremely paranoid and was about to throw the plates at anyone he saw– And of course, it was Builderman. Now they were one plate less.

"Oh my lord– Are ye kidding me, Guest?! Are you gon' break all da plates until we have to eat from the God damn disgusting ass table?!" Builderman yelled, watching as the plate broke under him in pieces. Guest glared at Builderman, holding back from telling him off and cursing infront of the kid.

Ding! Ding!

Builderman and Guest looked at their phones, gulping as they opened their phones to see it was Dusekkar and Taph. C00lkidd loomed over Guest's shoulder, looking aswell.

THE DEPTHS OF HELL

casinogambler: taph dusekkar where did u guys meet

MagicPumpkin: Georgia

mutebitch: California

pizzadelivery: ?

mutebitch: ...I met yuo in cCalifronYa.. You todl me you lvoed me in georgia..

MagicPumpkin: I'm sorry Alpha...

007n7: What the fuck.

Guest1337.: Seven why aren't you responding to dms.

Buildertheman! Where are you. Are you hurt? Are you okay?

007n7: Ikm fine, just

007n7: Just a bit lost, would use my c00lgui but some crow ass hoe stole it

mutebitch: well SORRY BITCH

Guest1337.: Be nice.

mutebitch: WHAT THE HELL IM LIETRALLY OLDER THAN HIM

007n7: How old?? You in yo fucking foruties or what

mutebitch: ..YEAH?????

Guest1337: Oh sweet jesus.

mutebitch: .. plus me being brainroetted didnt mean that u guys HAVE to have a reuninion rn ugh

mutebitch: wait guys i was joking dont leave me here

mutebitch: guys

mutebitch: i swear im funny guys pls

casinogambler: thats how I FEEL BITCH

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Shedletsky sat by the dock, his wings swarmed around him, as if keeping him safe from any threats. His feet dangled in the water, the warmth felt comforting against the breezing cold air that Shedletsky failed to escape. For once, everything hurt. Not physically, it was more.. Mental wise. It messed with him when everyone kept telling him to shut up when he opened his mouth, or how much torment he endured from the killers when he pulled out his chicken to regain health.

Yeah, for them, it was a simple joke. Yet, it was ruining Shedletsky slowly, he stopped eating chickens– Or well, he stopped eating in general. He always made it clear to them that the fat jokes never really bothered him, but he only said that to avoid being a nuisance. If he did say it was a bother, he was afraid of being seen as a sensitive old guy who just cared about his own feelings.

It hurt when the killers began realising how fast he was losing weight, how his iconic shit-eating grin becoming less and less bigger by each round, or how the spark from his eyes disappeared. They noticed faster than the survivors, or anyone else. Hell, 1x4 had began asking if he was alright, and gave him the least painful deaths. Even his creation of pure hatred had some mercy on him. Hell, even that purple jester stopped making fat jokes on him, only ever mentioning and asking where his chicken is– Or how his iconic bucket of chicken disappeared.

Maybe he should mask his feelings again, he didn't want to be seen as weaker by the killers- But God did it comfort him when they were so much nicer to him. It felt.. Good. He got genuinely happy when they spared him sometimes, he even got a chance to take a huge needed nap in the middle of a round with the killer leaving him alone.

Nobody noticed how he gets quieter at their meals, or how he stopped fully eating his plate, or that his smiles never seemed to be big enough to make his eyes squint. He began writing about his emotions everyday when 007n7 suggested it once, it didn't help much since Shedletsky wasn't that poetic, or good at writing. When Builderman found his journal, he was desperately trying to get it back. But when Builderman opened it, he didn't understand a single letter. 

So from that day Shedletsky decided he should write everything there, including his suicidal thoughts and intentions.

His eyes drooped, his tear marks became darker and more apparent. He stopped taking care of himself sometimes, his stubble grew into a little beard, his curly hair becoming tangled and sometimes a bit greasy, his teeth becoming more yellow. Hr chewed gum to avoid his mouth smelling, but it wasn't even gonna be that obvious considering that he won't even speak. He used cologne and sprays sometimes, he'd get in the shower two times a week, but even then that was too much. Mentally, and for his curly hair. It took a lot of time to dry when he showered.

He wondered, was he really that good at protecting his teammates? Has he given enough? His self-esteem dropped with the more he thought. He lifted his legs, pulling them to his chest and wrapping his wings around them even more. His wings around his face covered his glossy, teary eyes, attempting to cover the ugly tears that were beginning to fall down onto his cheeks. 

Maybe he wasn't good enough, he never really was. All that he was good at, based off of his friends' words, was eating. He didn't really know if he should call them friends anymore, even Builderman— The older man seemed to distance himself a bit, he understood.. People come and go. But that didn't mean he will get used to it. It hurt, it hurt when people left, it hurt when people muttered words about him under his back.

He had heard that day when Chance admitted to hating him, he heard when Two Time suggested doing rituals on him or taking food resources from him so he could get slim. Shedletsky had gotten insanely insecure after that, he began starving himself and refusing to eat food for days. He ate gum to avoid getting too hungry, and he got a bit slimmer, but not on the good side.

Shedletsky stopped trying to prove himself to them that he could get skinnier. 

He remembered when he tried proving everyone he could go on a diet, it failed miserably when he was caught by Taph, when he was binge eating. Taph said he wouldn't tell anyone, but Dusekkar began to guard the kitchen and everything– Before Shedletsky gave up, and being forced to admit that he had been binge eating in secret.

He remembered a distinct and vivid memory from him and his wife before he got into this world, he had promised her he would never attempt at suicide because of some people's hatred and jealousy towards him. He was breaking his promise two decades later, he felt the need to put a rope around his neck– To die a painful death, yet a quiet one. Everyone wanted that, right? For Shedletsky to be quiet?

He let out a few whimpers, a few gasps leaving him as a pang of cold air hit him. He shifted a bit, trembling and shaking from the cold underneath his feathers. He didn't like wearing many layers, it was too uncomfortable. Nor did he like wearing jackets, he hated the way they ruffled up his short sleeves. He didn't like anything anymore. Not even his chicken.

"Shed?" a soft voice called out, he didn't move, he didn't turn around, he just continued to stare into the ocean, tears running down his eyes. The person approached him, their boots stepping on a stick before knocking on the wooden deck, standing before Shedletsky. Shedletsky knew they could hear his soft whimpers and sniffles, they always heard that. It didn't help that they didn't know how to comfort him. Or.. Well, as if Shedletsky needed any of that. He was a man, he should figure it out himself.

No.. No. He couldn't. He couldn't figure it out himself, He could never do anything.

"Shed, dinner has been served an hour ago– Are you really sure you don't wanna eat?" Said the blue haired man. Shedletsky scoffed a bit, they didn't even invite him to dinner. They didn't even tell him. They just left him all alone to suffer with his thoughts. Though, even through the gruelling emptiness of his belly, he nodded his head. He wasn't gonna eat.

"Shed, thats like— The 2nd time you skipped all meals. Are you really okay?" Guest asked, rubbing his back in circular motions. Shedletsky akmost leaned into that touch, his longing for it being fed slowly. But he quickly pulled away, shaking his head internally before turning away from Guest, his small wings covering his face.

"Just.. Leave me alone, I ain't hungry for nuthin.." Shedletsky's voice was broken, but Guest sighed, almost disappointedly– Before turning away, his footsteps becoming quieter before disappearing, Shedletsky found himself wanting to go back into the cabin, longing for some kind of affection or comfort from everyone. But he knew they wouldn't give him that, they don't like touching the fat pig whose only job is to eat everything.

But he still got up, his wings still protectively covering over him. As he walked into the door, his wings quickly flared uo as he made himself bigger– Yet the wings on his eyes never left, as if they knew the consequences of being seen crying. He was getting stared at, he knew. He was moving so stiffly, so tensely. He knew those stares, they were ones asking if they should help him or not. The answer was always no, either way.

Shedletsky plopped himself on his bed, the old springs creaking loudly. Great reminder of how fucking fat he was. He thought to himself, before settling down on falling to the floor and curling up into a ball. His door was closed, not locked. Anyone outside could hear anything from him. He didn't care, maybe they did need to save him from whatever he was about to do.

He felt the need to hurt himself, to harm himself as punishment. Elliot told him that once.

Elliot was mean.

Elliot told him to kill himself.

Elliot told him to cut deep enough that the fat comes out.

Elliot told him many hurtful things.

Maybe, maybe Elliot was just protective. But being protective didn't mean that he tells a suicidal person to end their life, or to cut their stomach or harm themselves. Shedletsky wasn't suicidal though. Or, he hoped. Shedletsky was a healthy man. Elliot's words were just some words to encourage him to exercise and stick to a diet. But did they really encourage him?

No. Not really. Shedletsky was lying to himself. He had depression, he had anxiety, and he was suicidal. Wow! Who ordered the triple kill?! Probably Shedletsky because he eats for three! 

Yeah. These jokes are getting nowhere with his intrusive thoughts.

"Shedletsky? I'm coming inside." Turns out someone was calling out for him. He looked around his room, nothing seemed out of place– Except for the fact that he had a blade to his stomach, and a few bleeding wounds. That was nothing to worry about, he could easily get it disinfected and bandaged. But he was cut off with the door opening, he didn't have time to hide anything.

Builderman stared at the small pool of blood around Shedletsky's lower stomach, and his sides. He froze at the sight, glancing up at Shedletsky who stared at him with an expressionless face, dead, empty eyes, and a pair of lips who didn't even twitch. He looked.. Dead. He looked pale, was he dying?

"She— Shedletsky. Wh—" Builderman couldn't find the words to express how he was feeling, Shedletsky questioned if he wondered how he was feeling. But, everyone was a bit narcissistic, it didn't matter if they were in a life or death situation– They would all choose themselves over their teammates.

"I'm fine." Shedletsky mumbled, taking a few tissues as he dabbed at the slits. 

"I'm always fine." He mumbled as he wrapped a bandage around his waist with no help.

"I'm happy." Shedletsky said with a deadpanned expression, no smile on his lips, no spark, nothing.

"I'm always happy, maybe you guys will be happy when I'm finally gone. Yeah?"

THE DEPTHS OF HELL

buildertheman: BUILDERTHEMAN KICKED OUT SHEDTHISHAIR

buildertheman: Shed needs some serious help. Walked in on him, cutting on his skin and everything, and then he proceeded to say everyone will be happy when he's gone. 

Read by everyone.

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"Right? I'm annoying, I should zip my mouth shut." Shedletsky said, his voice going quiet as Builderman stared at him. Builderman took a seat beside him, tears rimming his eyes before pulling Shedketsky close. Builderman shouldn't be the one crying, he shouldn't feel like the one who was hurt badly. He was rather the villain in this story, he was never a victim.

"Shed, please.. Please. Why won't you talk to me? Why.. Why do you harm yourself like this? You don't deserve this." Builderman asked, tilting Shedletsky's head as he forced him to look at him. Those wings, they always covered his eyes– Sometimes, he really wanted to rip them out. Shedletsky told him that the eyes are windows to the soul, if so then why didn't he allow him to look? Why did he hide himself so much?

Builderman cradled Shedletsky in his arms, pulling him closer and more tightly each second. Shedletsky remained silent, before a small mumble left him. "Sorry." Why was he apologising? Why does he feel the need to apologise so much? He didn't even do anything wrong. Did Builderman say something bad? That he felt the need to try and make amends? 

"Why are you apologising? You didn't do anything wrong– You..- I'm sorry." Builderman said, rubbing circles onto Shedletsky's back. Was he maybe.. Too emotional? Was that why Shedketsky was so quiet? No words came out of him, no emotions came out of him– He was just.. Silent. Builderman wanted to calm down, but he couldn't stand seeing Shedletsky– Literally the love of his after-life, break down right infront of him and harm himself.

"I'm sorry.. Just.. Too overwhelmed. My head hurts, my body aches.. Hng.. Builderman– I'm.. Really.. Hungry.". Shedletsky admitted quietly and reluctantly, waiting for Builderman to make fun of him for being so hungry like everyone else. Yet Builderman nodded, gently pulling off Shedletsky from him and setting him on the bed. 

"Of course– You haven't eaten anything in the past– What.. 3 days? I'll get you some food– Okay? Do you wanna come with me?" Builderman asked, those love filled eyes meeting Shedletsky's. Shedletsky wanted to crumble in his arms again, to tell him everything that's been bothering him so much. But he didn't. He just nodded, weakly getting up with him.

The two walked down the stairs, with Builderman balancing Shedletsky with his body. They walked into the kitchen, Builderman insulting and judging everyone by their stares. Shedletsky didn't really mind, like said, he liked attention. But when he had just harmed himself and had a mental breakdown, he didn't really want the attention anymore. He wanted it gone. 

Taph approached the two first, a small plate of brownies in his hand. He had made them beforehand, they were his favourite food. He knew Shedletsky loved them aswell, so he tried offering some– As an apology for being so rude and mean to Shedletsky. To Shedletsky, Taph hadn't done much damage– It was just jokes they both made against eachother for being birds. There wasn't body shaming, he never called him fat or told him to be quiet, they were good.

"Thanks, Taph." Shedletsky quietly said, giving Taph a nod of appreciation. He knew Builderman was beside him glaring at Taph, tellung him to get away– Taph didn't quite get the memo, moving closer to Shedletsky before giving him a hug. Shedletsky would be lying if he said he didn't need that hug. But he hugged back, a small smile flickering on his lips before leaving.

Once Taph left, Builderman put the food they had made before in a big plate. He didn't include Taph's brownies, he didn't think Shedketsky actually wanted them. But once he saw him snatch the plate with him while walking up the stairs, he thought about how he didn't know a lot of things about Shedletsky— Even though Shedletsky loved rambling. 

They set down everything in Shedketsky's room, Shedletsky hesitating on eating before getting told to. While Shedletsky ate, Builderman looked through his journal. Shedletsky.. Didn't really worry that much, his writing looked like a toddler's. He wouldn't understand anything. Shedletsky didn't need any help. The journal was definitely not a cry for help.

"Whats happenin' on February 6th? Pre'y close if you tell me." Builderman joked, Shedletsky suddenly choking on his food. He suddenly remembered what he wrote to do on that day– How his words took two pages to finish. That was years ago, but he was still worried Builderman might understand. So, he snatched the journal away from Builderman, looking into the page.

"February 6th, 12th year in this world.

Today was my birthday. Nobody remembered. Well. Except for the new demolitionist, he remembered. I told him about it a year ago, he remembered. Don't even know him, not even his name. But he's pretty nice. He doesn't talk. He listens to me. It's pretty sad how Builderman and Dusekkar have been my bestfriends and admins with me for years, but they never celebrated my birthday because they don't celebrate theirs. I don't know why they think that them not celebrating means they don't celebrate everyone's birthdays. But they celebrated the pizza boy's birthday, and the exploiter we all hated on in meetings. I don't understand. Aren't we supposed to hate him? Although, it's been 12 years, I never really memorised anybody's names. I just called them by how they acted or looked like. Maybe thats why they didn't celebrate my birthday, because I don't even know their names– Who celebrates someone's birthday when they don't even know your name? 

I miss my wife. I miss my kid. He probably hates me though. Everyone's been saying this weird word, "ship". They keep saying I ship Builderman and Shedletsky, or Shedletsky and Taph. Who even is Taph? Where are they gonna ship us to? Are we going on vacation? I kind of need aa vacatin. 

Everything hurts, though. That old cult boy yelled at me today after I told him not to touch my thigh. He kept telling me to harm myself. He tried pulling my wings out. I was bleeding and nobody helped me. I did harm to myself though. I cut my stomach again. It hurts. I should really lose some weight. So then I could say the scars are stretch marks. The old cult boy said my scars are too white to be stretch marks. The old cult boy keeps touching me. I don't like it. I feel like a little boy who gets told that they only hit and touch you cause they like you. I feel very hopless. 

November 1st, 12th year in this world.

I don't think anybody likes me in this world. I do know the mute boy's name though. He wrote it, it was Epitaph. He said I could call him Taph. I think it's really cute. If I remember well I think it means grave. Suits him for a demolitionist. A new guy came in today. He said his name was Two Time. Turns out he's kind of like the old cult boy's figure son. It feels weird knowing that guy has a son. I think he's a really bad representation. I hope Guest 1337 or someone teach him better.

I found out the old cult boy's name. It's Amarah. It's really weird for a guy. It's a girl's name. But he is in a cult. Maybe they have different ideas there? I don't know. I hope he dies. I want him gone. I hate him. He makes me so uncomfortable. I don't know how to tell Builderman or Dusekkar. I don't know if they can fix it. I hope he dies permanently. I hope he never comes back.

November 4th, 12 year in this wolrdd.

Amarah is gone. I murdered him. I'm so scared. I staged it as a suicide. I couldn't handle it anymore. It hurt too much. I don't know why I told Taph. I feel like he'll use it against me. Two Time cried over him disappearing. He kept praying to this spawn thing. He kept saying that he'll come back. I hope he doesn't. I'm scared he'll get back at me for revenge. I shot Amarah and pushed him into the ocean. They all think he disappeared. I think he did.

Those memories came right back at him, Shedletsky's mind was filled with guilt– He really deserved it if he did hurt himself or kill himself. "Shed? You okay? You're like.. Crying." Builderman knocked him out of his nightmare, putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing circles on his back. Shedletsky looked at him, his lips quivering slightly. Should he tell Builderman? About.. Amarah's disappearance? Or will Builderman kill him next?

"I'm.. I'm fine." Shedletsky sniffled, wiping his nose and tears before slamming the journal shut. Builderman tensed at this, he felt the need to know. But he ignored the thought, watching as Shedletsky pushed it away under his bed. He gulped slightly, this was surely not good. Whatever he read or wrote in there was definitely something bad, Builderman wanted to fix it, to help him.

He'll do that later.

Builderman watched as Shedletsky took the last bite, he noticed how he slightly gagged– But he didn't say anything about it. Shedletsky pushed the plates away, moving as he pushed himself onto Builderman's side, moving his head til it lied on his shoulder. Builderman didn't mind, he raised his hand and ruffled up his curly hair, sliding his hands right through the locks. 

"Shedletsky, can I ask a question?" Builderman said, looking towards Shedletsky. The man nodded, pressing his eyelids against eachother as he yawned. Builderman sighed slightly, as if preparing himself to speak. He straightened his back, cleared his throat, before he began to speak.

"What did you read in that journal to make you.. React that way?"

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It all started when Shedletsky joined the now familiar world.

Shedletsky opened his eyes, he was expecting to be in hell for well.. His past mistakes. But he wasn't. He was in a cabin, it wasn't that small– Nor that big either. He immediately panicked, his pupils shrunk in size, fear rushed through him. He shuffled away, his back hitting a soft fabric of a red couch. There were people staring down at him, some were talking, some had bandages in their hand– It was all such a blur.

"Calm down– Calm down, Shed!" A deep voice spoke, their hands placed on his shoulders. The voice was so familiar.. It gave Shedletsky a sense of comfort, he felt safe even in a place he didn't know. He looked around, he only recognised three people– Builderman, Dusekkar, and.. That dumb exploiter. Who ruined everythi—

"Shed, put your sword down— You're in a safe place!" Builderman yelled, Shedletsky was now aware of his surroundings— He had a sword pointed to the exploiter and a stupid guy disguising as him. They both had their arms raised as if they were held at gunpoint– Or, well.. Swordpoint. Haha. That's funny. Good joke, John. 

Shedletsky lowered the sword, still wary of his location. He looked around, he spotted a guy in military uniform, a grey guy wearing a suit and a dumb pair of glasses, a pizza looking guy, and a weird guy who stood in the back in grey clothing and a spawn necklace. That was of course, other than the people he already saw. Everyone looked weird, and too welcoming.

"Hng.. Where am I." Shedletsky asked sternly, glaring at the guy in the back. He piqued his interest, he was too quiet for his liking– He did have good hair though. Builderman seemed to look down, as if not sure of his answer. Shedletsky was about to say something before the guy with blue hair spoke up, his voice cold and.. Scary, in Shedletsky's opinion.

"We don't know." He said, crossing his arms. He stood behind the couch, where Shedletsky was laying at. The two other men stayed beside him, one of them kept flirting– It made him insanely uncomfortable and awkward. He wanted to see him bleed and cry right under his knees after Shedletsky holds him hostage.

"Ugh.. What even is this couch– It's so badly made.." Shedletsky whined as he attempted to sit up, before letting out a guttural groan. The pain was so bad, everything hurt so bad. The guy disguising as him walked over to him to help, while the good looking guy loomed over him. As Shedletsky was getting sat up like an old man on his death bed, everyone introduced themselves. Of course, he didn't pay much attention– He didn't care, they were all just prey. Though two people caught his attention.

The handsome one was called Amarah. The one in disguise was mute. He was using sign language yet Shedletsky didn't understand. He only understood that he was a demolitionist too.

As everyone left to do their own thing, the demolitionist and Amarah stayed with him. He felt kind of unsafe with Amarah, he just gave off weird vibes. The demolitionist was nice, only because Shedletsky didn't understand him. The Amarah guy really loved staring though.

"Your name is Shedletsky? Correct me if I'm wrong." Amarah asked, a small soft smile on their lips. It didn't feel fake, it felt.. Heartwarming. It felt like it was real, it looked like his wife's smile. It was.. Cute. But Shedletsky internally shook his head, looking away with a roll of his eyes.

"Call me Telamon. I don't go by that shit." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. The mute boy's eyes seemed to sparkle under that ugly mask that Shedletsky wanted to rip off, but Shedletsky didn't really wanna know why.

"Hm.. Telamon. Pretty name, how old are you?"  That question was weird. Did Amarah wanna see if he was legal? But Shedletsky looked like an old man, how would he not guess his age?

"I'm in my late 20s." He glared, he was lying– The smile made him really uncomfortable now. It was really weird. Shedletsky wanted to tear it off of his face. Amarah looked like he wanted to assault him.

"Oh, well.. I'm in my mid thirties–" 

Suddenly the mute boy let out a heavy breath, using his hands as he showed three fingers and a four after it.

"Thirty four? You're still young, dude." Shedletsky mumbled as he turned to look at Amarah, who seemed to be more nervous than before. Was Shedletsky being weird? 

"Yeah, but considering I've been in here for 10 years.. It's a bit sadder." Amarah laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with a smile. He was so creepy. So freaky. So weird. Shedletsky liked it though. Whatever made him unique!

"Why? You got the mentality of a 24 year old dude? Cut it off, man." Shedletsky insulted, waving his hand before checking his nails out. The nail polish was chipping already, maybe because he bit his nails.

"No– No! Wha–" 

Shedletsky remembered how much he loved making Amarah seem like the weirder person, how he loved getting reactions out of the old hag. They were closer than everyone, they had even began kissing each other and cuddling out in the open. And Amarah openly told him that they're the first couple in that world, even though they never made it official. Amarah knew Shedletsky didn't like saying it was official. Yet he pushed him through it.

"Aghhh!— Amarah, you're biting my god damn thigh!" Shedletsky whined, grabbing at Amarah's hair as the man laughed underneath him.

"Hehe.. Shed, It would be better to make some use from them– Y'know, like suffocating me with them?" Amarah joked as he nuzzled himself against his thighs, kissing against the skin.

"That's like— Really fuckin' weird.." Shedletsky mumbled, a bit turned off by his words. Amarah only wanted this for his own pleasure and satisfaction though.

"Them fat thighs need to get into work, y'know? They're getting too big! Want me to set you up on a diet?" Amarah laughed, it sounded more like a mock and taunt than a joke. 

"Don't wanna.. I like how my body looks." Shedletsky mumbled weakly, looking down as he played with Amarah's hair. 

"I think a change would be better, you'd look gorgeous slimmer, y'know? Like.. When you first came in here, yeah?" Amarah suggested passive aggressively, a shit eating grin on his face as he looked up at Shedletsky.

"I think it's the chicken, maybe you should stop eating for a while– Yeah?" Amarah advised, getting a heavily concerned look from Shedletsky.

"Stop eating?!– In general?! I can't do that." Shedletsky still attempted to deny, shaking his head.

"Yeah, of course you can't." Amarah rolled his eyes, his lips turning into a frown when Shedletsky said that. Shedletsky felt the need to do as he said, to stop eating and fit into his standards. He really didn't want Amarah to leave.

That was the start of his eating disorder, when Shedletsky started vomiting after each meal to stay slim. Amarah cheered for him because of that, he even helped him eat smaller portions til he started eating nothing. Of course, that affected Shedletsky, he became weak. He became a main target for every killer. Amarah started being rougher with him too. He took advantage of him being so weak and exhausted.

"Mara.. Not now.." Shedletsky mumbled as he stared at Amarah with glossy eyes, the older man was on top of him– Already attempting to start biting on Shedletsky's neck since he was shirtless.

"Come on.. You tempted me, you can't say no now." Amarah whispered seductively against his ear, tracing his hand and brushing against the man's bud. "You're excited too, you're hard. Think I didn't notice?"

"I can't stop that— Please.. I'm really not in the mood, I'm tired." Shedletsky begged, attempting to push Amarah off of him and failing miserably.

"That isn't what your body is telling me, you want this– Just say it." Amarah forced, his hand leaning down to grab at Shedletsky. Shedletsky had a single tear roll down his eyes, everything hurt and Amarah was making it so much worse.

He remembered that night, where Amarah forced him to do stuff he didn't want. He kept saying things about how his body spoke more than words, and how his body needed it even if he didn't. 

Amarah stared at Shedletsky's bloody body, affected by all the small deep slits that seemed to never stop bleeding. Shedletsky was crying, he was sobbing. Amarah was grinning, the sight made him happy– He's finally got Shedletsky obeying him.

"Mara.. It hurts– Please— Make it stop.." Shedletsky cried, begging for the pain to end. A few minutes beforehand, Amarah had handed Shedletsky one of his daggers. He told him to use it, like he told him to. Against his skin, slicing it like it was butter.

Amarah wanted to see Shedletsky's body ruined, he never liked how perfect he was, he never liked how flawless he always looked. He wanted to ruin Shedletsky, he wanted to see him crying and begging for him to do something. And Amarah wouldn't.

"Shut it– Stop being a crybaby." Amarah hissed, grabbing the dagger with a small smirk and carving out an A on Shedletsky's thigh, he wanted him to remember the torturing he forced him to go through every single day, he wanted him to remember who made him a man once.

"I can't– Amarah! Stop! Please—" Shedletsky yelled, he was losing more blood than he wanted. He was so scared. Amarah wasn't helping him. Amarah was laughing at him and making it worse.

Shedletsky wishes that if Amarah would be back, he would remember every single S Shedletsky carved into his body that day, every single long and big slit Shedletsky gave him and forced him to endure while dying. He hoped that he felt the water fill up his lungs as he desperately tried to swim up, yet with his cut off arms already gone– Amarah couldn't.

He hoped Amarah suffered as much as he did, that he was hurt as much as he did. He knew, the man would never care even after everything, but Shedletsky did. At least he got his fucking revenge. At least he went to sleep safely knowing that there wouldn't be someone sneaking up on him and attempting to touch him in his sleep.

Rather than that, he now had a loving.. Man. Who didn't force him to sleep beside him, who didn't force his desperation onto him, who didn't tell him to stop eating or go slit. He respected his boundaries, he left him alone when he knew he needed to, he didn't tell him any hurtful things. Builderman loved him. Not in the way where he manipulated or gaslit him, no. Builderman actually loved him.

And Shedletsky loved him oh so much more.

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THE DEPTHS OF HELL

Theywiththedagger: Hello everybody! May the Spawn bless you all, I fear we have a new round starting! Please get ready.

Buildertheman: Who's the killer?

Theywiththedagger: I fear I do not know..

007n7: Amarah. It's Amarah

Theywiththedagger: What do you mean? Amarah is not evil!

007n7: Yeah he's not, but it explains it since he disappeared and I saw him in the killers' cabin

mutebitch: What. What do you mean??? He's back????

007n7: Yeah, surprising you aren't happy

007n7: You and Shed loooved Amarah

mutebitch: Um

mutebitch: Nevermind.

Seen by SHEDTHISHAIR

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"What do you mean– Wh—" Shedletsky begged as he looked at Taph, before the two of them were quickly dragged into a round. Shedletsky looked around desperately, memories immediately rushing through him as he stared at the familiar tall figure. He got up quickly, tripping a few times before running past a few of his teammates. 

Shedletsky's kneecaps were bruising, pain shooting through him both physically and mentally. He fell onto his knees, grabbing at his face as he started sobbing loudly. Tears did not hesitate to roll down his eyes as he broke down, with Elliot and Chance helplessly staring. He stained his shirt with the amount of tears, he didn't like any of the memories he remembered, everything hurt.

"Shed! Shed! Are you okay?!— Are you hurt?! Why are you crying?" Builderman ran as he fell down infront of Shedletsky, a hand going over to brush his startled wings. Shedletsky couldn't form any words, rather letting out incomprehensible noises as he stared at Builderman with fury and terror. His knees looked bruised, but he didn't have anything to help.

"G-get him away– I don't wanna see him! I don't! He– He's gonna hurt me again— He- he's gonna r—" Shedletsky begged, his voice cutting off by his desperate cries as he clung onto Builderman. The older man seemed scared, not of him, but for him. Did something happen that Shedletsky didn't tell? Why was he so scared?

Builderman- Shedletsky! Run!" 

Shedletsky slowly turned around before being grabbed, he watched Builderman run away, and he could see the blood seeping out from his torn shirt. Shedletsky was terrified, why wasn't he helping him?

"Wow.. I've missed your face, Sky! Still so perfect. I see you've lost some weight, huh?" Amarah's voice rung in his ears, watching his eyes widen. That voice didn't give him comfort anymore, he purposely made it sound creepy to throw him off, to have more time to take advantage of him. Shedletsky knew this. He wasn't that stupid. He refused to show fear.

"You're actin' tough, you know I don't like that." Amarah taunted, grabbing at the base of his wings. The sudden touch triggered Shedletsky, his wings flaring up while his feathers seemed to quiver, beginning to breathe hard as he tried to kick Amarah. He told Amarah how much distress he'd feel whenever someone approached his wings or touched the base of them, and now he was using it against Shedletsky.

"What's wrong? Little birdie's stressed out? Scared? Or in heat?" Amarah was creepy, he was openly sinister. He made Shedletsky uncomfortable on purpose. He said weird stuff to throw him off guard. He accused Shedletsky of everything.

"No! Let go of ME!— Cut it out!" Shedletsky screamed, his voice almost echoing throughout the map. Amarah laughed, taking a few steps forward before tripping on some tripwire, dropping Shedletsky. The fall was horrible, he fell on a rock and it made a huge bruise along with a cut. He attempted to crawl away, yet watching Amarah's arm reach over terrified him and made him freeze. Suddenly, the man was pulled up and held over Taph's shoulder.

"Taph?" Tears swarmed Shedletsky's eyes as he was carried, his arm going over to grab onto Taph's coat tightly. At least someone wanted to be there for hi– 

Suddenly he was hearing Amarah's screaming. He looked up, the sight blurry yet still possible to see. He could see Builderman standing away from a sentry, watching as it shot at Amarah. Chance shot him with tears shamelessly flowing down his eyes, it was almost a familiar sight to Shedletsky.

"Shut up.. Shut up.. Shut up.. SHUT UP!" Shedletsky screamed as his grip around the gun tightened, staring at Amarah's scared, teary eyed face. His lips quivered in a smile, attempting to convince Shedletsky.

"Telamon– Honey, please.. What are you doing?" Amarah desperately asked, attempting to shuffle up and stand before Shedletsky kicked his body back down with his heel. The older man stared at him with a saddening expression, Shedletsky didn't know if he was trying to trick him into stopping, or if he was actually heart broken. (Spoiler, it was the second option)

"Amarah– You're fucking dead to me, you hear that?! I let you.. I let you ruin my life because I loved you. I ruined my health, I risked my happiness, and now my fucking dignity too. I hate you.. I hate you.. I fucking hate you!" Shedletsky sobbed, a loud gun shot screaming before Amarah could say a word. Shedletsky stared at the sight, the blood.

Shedletsky dropped the gun, he didn't know what to do. If they found his body– They will definitely tell 007n7 to find out who did it. He looked towards the dock staring at the sea, an idea coming into his mind. He was a fucking genius. 

He dragged the older man's body all the way until it reached the water, slowly picking it up before throwing it away. This part of the ocean was far away from the cabin, so nobody hung out here. They wouldn't see the blood flowing through the water, they wouldn't see anything. Shedletsky was innocent, yet not guilt-free.

He turned his head around as he heard some shuffling, he walked through the tall grass, following the sound. He could hear it pressing on sticks, and right when he arrived at the crime scene– The blood was gone, the gun was gone too. Everything was.. Clean. He was too mentally exhausted to even care, he had honestly planned to kill himself after but the gun was gone so he had no choice.

So, casually, he walked back into the cabin. Taph looked at him once he walked in, a wide smile painted on his face. It always warmed him up, it made him happy too. Even if he just did a homicide.

"Shedletsky, for fucks sake! Can you hear me?!" Elliot screamed at him, Shedletsky popping back into reality. He was staring at Taph, admiring him through his tears. Elliot and 007n7 were working on his wounds, since he had gained a lot from that simple interaction. His mouth was shoved with a piece of chicken, Taph forcing him to bite on it.

He couldn't help but wonder if Builderman and Chance were okay, or Two Time too.. He felt bad for Two Time having to see their father like this, but it was too late to grieve now. Amarah is bad. Amarah was always bad. Amarah just tricked everyone into believing he wasn't.

"Please.. How much time do we have left–..!?" Shedletsky choked, his head resting on the cold stone. Taph signed to him a twenty, he was confused. He couldn't last 20 more hours or minutes. But before he could even form that thought, they were teleported back to the cabin. Shedletsky, of course, unable to stand due to his wings being fucked up. He was confused, didn't they have more time?

But still, even through all the pain, Shedletsky was glad he didn't have to endure that anymore. He was relieved he didn't have to stare at that face anymore longer.

Two Time was sobbing, though. Shedletsky doubted they even helped throughout the round, they probably just sat around like those pick me girls telling Amarah this isn't them.

But Shedletsky didn't care, he was too busy with the warmth of Taph helping him to preen his wings, and Builderman comforting him even though he didn't need it that much anymore. Still, he was happy at the attention he got from the two men. Especially with how Dusekkar stood before them all, casting some dumbass healing spells on Shedletsky.

He loved them all. They were his best friends. Even if Dusekkar didn't help much, he was still there for him at some times. He knew he was only there because Taph was, Dusekkar was.. Like lice. He was always sticking to Taph, even when Shedletsky was getting healed, Dusekkar was still standing by Taph while shielding Guest who was fighting Amarah.

They were cute together.

Shedletsky hoped Builderman saw him in that way too.

Chapter Text

Let down.

It was a word Taph recognised, a let down. After being called it so many times by countless of admins, it was a name Taph accepted into carving on his masked face. He was a demolitionist– A life ender. He blamed and ruined so many peoples lives, including one of the fellow survivors who had seemed to forget where he had come from. Taph wasn't the victim, he was the villain. 

He forgot where he had come from, he forgot his point in this afterlife. After losing his voice countless of years ago by a small mistake he had made, he learned to keep his opinions to himself– That they wouldn't matter to anybody if he was just a heartless freak acting like the victim. He was never the hero, the damned job consequences even followed him after his death.

One of the new killers, an old admin. Or.. Maybe an ex one. He was always targeted first, screamed at and getting told that Taph was ruining his life. That Taph deserved to be the one dying in the explosion rather than him. He admitted, it hurt. But S#-4|9T32 was right. If it wasn't for Telamon “protecting” him, he would've died by the first time he tried being a demolitionist.

Taph was a failure at everything. Dusekkar even admitted it. 

It was the first night Taph had gained his wings, he didn't feel refreshed at all. Telamon lied. All that Telamon did was lie. He was a damn liar. He felt tired, limp, and exhausted. He had gotten a few houses down, but his body wasn't keeping up with him anymore. His back kept bleeding, still getting used to the huge wings painting his spine. At one point, he had gotten injured from fainting as a tripmine was exploding. 

Dusekkar would understand, Dusekkar always told him its okay to take breaks, Dusekkar will surely give him a bit of time to get used to his feathers. 

"Pumpkin, may I take a few days off? I'm desperately in need, my back is aching and my head is roaring." Taph asked patiently, standing in front of the familiar desk. For once, Dusekkar huffed. He knew the man was being overworked, he must be stressed. Taph will not complain, well.. Unless he doesn't get his well deserved break. He had been working his ass off for days and during one of his shifts he had gained the damned wings. 

And he got scolded for it. 

For causing chaos and painting the land with his blood.

"Taph, you can't keep taking breaks, it's clear. We need you on the job, right here! You're our only sole expert, though it's grim, the only slightly good one on the team." Dusekkar took off his glasses, seemingly really bothered. What did he mean by slightly? If they were so confident in themselves then why don't they do it?

"You've used your quota, every single one. Your 'emergencies' are truly done. No sudden crisis, no more pleas. We can't afford another one with such ease!" Dusekkar almost raised his voice, yet remembering the awful complaining about how Taph's hearing got sensitive with the wings, he attempted to stay calm. Keyword: Attempted.

Taph could only stare in shock, this was the first time Dusekkar wasn't willing to help him. He had only had 3 breaks his entire job career, and they were all due to injuries. Only one of them which were willingly asked for, the other two were forced on him. When other demolitionists took vacations away, Taph stayed and did their jobs. He never used up the vacations.

"Dusekkar. I need one, I have fainted a few times on duty– It's quite dangerous, you can't seem to afford losing me either." Taph signed, his hands shaking. He didn't even notice how nervous he felt by Dusekkar's fed up reaction, he had never even seen Dusekkar like this before. But he tried keeping his composure, although it was showing by his gloved fingers' struggle with moving.

"I am not afraid to lose you, let that truth be plain. Mo pang of sorrow, no lingering, hurtful pain. I certainly afford to watch you walk away, so make your choice. I have no more to say." Dusekkar stood up, his once warm eyes turning into a dark, cold glare. Taph shifted against the floor, backing away frim him ever so slightly.

"I've already told you, the rules are clearly drawn. Why can't you abide by them, just for a single time? You always cross the boundary, committing the same crime." He stated, his teeth gritting against eachother as his hands whitened into a fist. The ballpoint pen was almost aimed perfectly at him, as if he was ready to strike at any moment given.

"Your rising path, your freedom to ascend, does not mean courtesy and deference should end. For growing wings means progress, it's a noble art. But it never justifies a disrespectful heart." Dusekkar lifted his hand, rubbing his temple before letting out a scoff. His words surprisingly hurt Taph, he was just being straight up about it. Dusekkar never did that. Dusekkar was.. Dusekkar was nice. So why did his hurts sting so bad into his heart?

"A failure is a great name for you, Taph. It's plain to see. Just leave my office, don't bother me. Your presence here is just a delay, so turn around now, and walk away." Dusekkar shooed him off to the door, shaking his head before sitting back down. His eye twitched as he looked back up towards an astonished pigeon, before he watched him leave with heavy steps.

Dusekkar forgot about that, most likely. It had been proven that he had heavy memory loss, often forgetting huge chunks of his memory. He hoped he did, he didn't want Dusekkar remembering how he sniffled as he left. He didn't want Dusekkar remembering the reason why his hands shook and how he seemed to make himself smaller whenever he saw Shedletsky handing him a pen.

It was embarrassing, but it was for his own good to keep Dusekkar away from that memory. He never asked why Dusekkar did that, he never doubted the pumpkin. Dusekkar always had reasons for everything, for every single word he says. He was probably thinking about that for a long time, which why his words sounded so perfect and truthful.

He never got his break that day, and he still got heavily scolded by fainting and bleeding while on duty. Telamon worried slightly for him, casting a few resistance and healing spells onto Taph for a while. But of course, those broke off at some point. And the pain that came after the spells was undeniably worse than he would've felt on the spot.

"Heyo, bomb boy! Whatcha thinkin' 'bout? Builderman's ignoring me and Dusekkar's well.. Pretty much scowlin' at me." Shedletsky jumped beside the demolitionist, settling himself next to him. The man had trouble remembering names, or he rather chose not to. At some point him and Tela– Shedletsky. Worked together, thats why they kind of bonded immediately. 

"Me and Dusekkar. Our.. Past together." Taph signed, before sighing and shaking his head as he watched Shedletsky pull out a notebook and pencil. It had become a habit, usually one of them carried it around to talk to eachother. Of course, Shedletsky attempts at signing– But he always failed. So they just settled on that.

With Shedletsky watching him write, he chimed in. "What past? Your little dates?" he teased, nudging a disappointment and pissed off pigeon. He coughed, clearing his throat as he watched Taph begin writing again, rather pressing hard against the paper.

"We never went on dates. The last few years were just fights. He" Taph paused. "He hated me." Taph shoved the book to Shedletsky after closing it, it was his way of saying he didn't want to talk. Shedletsky seemed a bit taken aback, before nodding awkwardly and getting up.

Taph continued to stare into the bonfire that was frequently lit up, watching as the sparks danced around in fury.

He should go on a walk.

Dusekkar tells him walks are the best if you think everyone hates you. 

Dusekkar always helps him.

Maybe thats why he's a failure, because he failed to protect the pumpkin back.

"Taph!" Dusekkar lit up, smiling as he settled down beside the demolitionist. Taph gave him a slight glance, one filled with exhaustion and doubt. Dusekkar attempted not to give any attention to it, clearing his throat before beginning to speak. "The day has flown, you've not been near. Is everything alright, my dear?" he asked with a sigh.

"Fine." Taph signed one word. Barely. He didn't even look at Dusekkar. Now, Dusekkar was wondering if he did something wrong. He hasn't seen him the entire day, what makes this boy so afraid? 

"For 'fine' isn't a good reply, you see.. It hides the truth, or so it seems to me. And then my question remains, sharp and strong. Please tell me truly.. Have I done something wrong?" Dusekkar asked gently, setting down his staff vulnerably. Taph just stared, under his mask was a scowl he couldn't seem to figure why it remained.

Taph stayed silent, attempting to figure out the pumpkin's expression. He was intimidated, and confused. Maybe a bit sad too but his fire didn't have a blueish tone to it. Taph couldn't admit, he loved seeing him like this. Vulnerable. It made him feel like he held more power than he does. Dusekkar was naive with him, he easily believed what Taph said.

Maybe he had more power than he anticipated.