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[piplup335]

1x1x1x1 x reader! (but this time it’s the eggs skin lmao)

*ahem*

HELLO, F E L L A S -

sorry for vanishing, I got burnt out recently D:

took a break for my own mental health and bc idw to go insane ;-; I know this isn’t part of my requests, but I just wanted something to comfort myself :<

also I had some school orientation stuff yesterday and it was TIRINGGGG I fell asleep more than once during that thing so yea I’m kinda writing for this reason too-

I’ll get back to work ASAP :,) for now, enjoy this fic!

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Killing survivors day in, and day out was a mundane and tiring task. But that's what the Spectre wanted- mutual suffering. It wanted the survivors to experience the endless loop of dying over and over again. It wanted to bore the killers to the point they go insane and take out their anger on the survivors...which in turn completed the vicious cycle. Die, respawn and die again. Kill, get bored and kill again.

When it was your turn for "killing duty", as you liked to put it, it started with you motivating yourself for the round ahead and ended with you walking back into the killer's cabin, groaning in pain. Slash wounds covered your body and bruises were present all over your limbs, the blueish-purple marks an eyesore for everyone in the cabin. As you opened the door and stumbled in, all four killers turned to look at you and glanced at you in horror.

John Doe almost dropped his water. C00lkidd looked at you, unable to say or do anything as his small, innocent eyes glanced up at you with dismay in his eyes. He disliked seeing you in a pained state...he disliked seeing any of the killers in a pained state from playing around with the survivors, after all. Jason looked up at you from the couch, unable to bring himself to get back to reading upon seeing how roughed up you were. 1x1x1x1 was the only one who didn't seem too concerned. That was probably because they didn't want to burn themself, however, since they were busy cooking something on the stove. You had no idea what it was, but it smelled divine.

C00lkidd ran up to you and hugged you tightly. Despite being much younger than you, he was almost up to your height.

"(Y/N)!!! I missed you! Are you okay? What did the survivors do to you??"

His eyes welled up with tears as he looked at you. The sight of your injured form almost made him cry. He didn't like seeing you injured.

You groaned as you recalled what happened in the match. You lost horribly.

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The survivors planned out a deadly combination beforehand and used you as their test subject. They sent Two Time to search for you and once they found you, they made a run for it...towards some other part of the map where Builderman set up a sentry. The moment you got in range, the sentry started firing at you, the pain of the bullet barrage slowing you down. As you approached the sentry to take it down, Shedletsky ran out from behind a wall and hit you with a nasty slash to the back. The pain burnt and you stumbled forward, landing on your knees on the dirt beneath you. You had to take a moment to breathe through the burning pain. You didn't have John Doe's pain tolerance...that man could be hit with knives or guns and would give himself a two-second pep talk before pushing through the pain and getting back to work.

The moment you got back up, you tried yet again to destroy the sentry. You raised your blade, swinging it down at the damned metal thing that was still firing rounds at you.

Instead of meeting steel, your sword struck the firm surface of Kevlar. Guest 1337 had parried your attack.

With another crushing parry to the face, you were back on the floor, clutching your cheek in pain. The damned sentry stared down your injured form, still firing bullet after bullet at you.

When you finally got back up, your rage-filled swing sent the sentry crumbling to the floor in a burning heap. Two Time stood some distance away from you as if taunting you to attack him.

Without a second thought, you rushed towards him, ready to deliver a brutal strike that would be guaranteed to send him scuttling away from you, his spiny wings sprouting out of his back as a signal that he had entered his second life.

As you ran towards Two Time, your rage-filled state was unable to detect the tripwire that lay before you...sending you crumbling to the ground. You faceplanted into the floor, and a soft beeping could be heard to your left.

You turned your head, curious as to what the source of the noise was.

A square frame with a crystal encased in it phased back into existence, the tripmine glowing brighter and brighter as the crystal emitted a loud humming noise. It exploded with a flash, and for a brief moment, all you could see was the hot pink of the tripmine covering everything in sight. You tried to stumble towards Two Time, but your vision was still blurry from the sheer intensity of the flash. Shedletsky wasn't gonna let that moment slide and he sliced at you with his sword, followed up by Guest 1337 charging at you and bashing you into a wall...

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You were exhausted, tired and drained from the crappy day you had just gone through. As you collapsed on the couch, C00lkidd ran over to you, his small hands holding yours as he looked at you with concern in his bright eyes. "Aunt/Uncle (Y/N)!! Are you okay? What happened to you today? Did the others play dirty during tag again?"

You nodded, a soft sigh escaping your mouth. You made an agreement with the others to tell C00lkidd that everything was a game of tag so that he wouldn't be too traumatised at his age.

As C00lkidd rambled on about how future games would be okay while lightly hugging your arm, your attention was diverted to the heavenly smell coming from the kitchen.

Something was cooking, and it smelt good.

Your eyes locked onto 1x1x1x1. They wore a chef's apron and a matching hat along with their usual domino crown. They even put on a chef's uniform for funsies.

And if you had to be honest with yourself, they looked kinda cute in it. 1x1x1x1, Shedletsky's manifestation of malice and hatred, wearing something normal for once.

He once told you that he got his cooking knowledge from Shedletsky. 1x1x1x1 and Shedletsky were both one and the same back in the past, where 1x1x1x1 was simply a seed being nurtured by Shedletsky's negativity. They saw everything through Shedletsky's eyes and heard everything through Shedletsky's ears...including all the cooking lessons and courses he took. They'd seen Shedletsky cook and learnt everything from him. So when 1x1x1x1 finally parted ways with Shedletsky, they took the shared knowledge with them, even after being forsaken.

Regardless, 1x1x1x1, just like their creator, could cook like a professional chef. Fifteen minutes later, all the killers sat at the table, a fresh plate of carbonara in front of them. 1x1x1x1 stood at the head of the table, their hands behind his back as he glanced over everyone with his crimson eyes.

"Dinner is served. Before you is a plate of carbonara. The pasta was freshly made by yours truly, topped with locally sourced bacon and authentic parmesan."

A grin made its way onto your face as you listened to their explanation. Not because you were impressed at the quality of the ingredients, but because you were trying so hard not to laugh at their explanation. You knew that in reality, they were making the most of the supplies the Spectre provided for its inhabitants.

The few of you could make requests to the Spectre and it would grant them, provided that the request was within reason. Everyone only found out about it when C00lkidd wished for a giant lollipop and it appeared at the cabin's doorstep, neatly wrapped in cling foil. Now he regularly requests lollipops from the Spectre, sometimes for his own consumption, sometimes to cheer the other killers up and sometimes so he can use them to play "tag" with the survivors.

You picked up your fork and dug in. The carbonara tasted divine. The noodles were just the right texture, and the bacon really hit the spot. As you scarfed down the meal, John Doe and C00lkidd shared a look.

"Uncle Doe, (Y/N) really is hungry..."

"Yeah. Can tell."

Once you were done, you sat back, satisfied with the hearty meal. After tossing the plates into the dishwasher, you retreated into your room for a nice, warm shower.

You zoned out from the comfortable feeling of the water cascading down your back and stayed inside for a bit too long. When you finally got out of the shower, now in something more comfortable, you saw 1x1x1x1 sitting on the side of your bed, a small bowl in hand. Instead of their chef's uniform, they wore a baggy shirt and a cosy pair of sweatpants.

"...hey. (Y/N). I made you some crème brûlée. Thought you had a rough day today, so I want to cheer you up."

Your eyes widened in awe. During the time you spent in the shower, they managed to make your favourite dessert for you. 1x1x1x1 passed you a small spoon, and you gently tapped at the caramelised sugar on the surface. You cracked the layer, scooping up some of the custard and sugar, and putting the spoon in your mouth.

It tasted sublime...just like how you used to remember it before you got thrown into this forsaken world. Tears pricked at your eyes, and you wrapped your arms around 1x1x1x1 in a tight hug.

"...it's perfect...thank you."

The chef froze up before a smile formed on his face, his hand reaching up to rub your back as you buried your face into his shoulder. After a long and tiring day, you needed a break...and 1x1x1x1 could see that.

"Relax, just relax, my dear...it's over. It's okay...I'm here now. Those pesky survivors are nothing more than annoying pests. I'll deal with them next time, honey."

You knew he was mainly talking about Shedletsky, but you could care less.

For now, all you needed was your lover's comfort.

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and that’s it for now, fellas! hope you enjoyed it :D

as a little side note, if you enjoyed the fic or have any feedback, do let me know! I thrive off people saying they enjoyed my fics + I know I’m at least doing something right :,) hope you all don’t feel that I’m too selfish or smth-

oh shoot I’m rambling ANYWAYYYY-

take care, and I’ll see you all soon!

also if you liked it please drop a follow- *dies*

[piplup335]

Hello! And thank you again!! Same reader who requested merchant reader x forsaken/chance and mafioso, yes im completely fine with that idea!! Do as you'd like and take as much time as you'd like ^v^=

alright, thank you for your understanding! :D

[piplup335]

PEAK HAS BEEN POSTED, R I S E -

Forsaken x reader

Note: This has only been read over once so please don't mind the mistake spelling/pronouns

P.s : divider is by me

WARNIGS: Blood, vague gore, violent behavior, etc. read at your own risks!

PROLOGUE

The light dripping sound filled the empty mansion. The body in your hold, pinned against the wall, bleeding from the claw wounds. You can’t remember who you’ve killed, sadly you’ve already bitten off the half top of his head so you couldn’t put your finger on who. Even with the military Vest. Oh well, you would be careless. All the survivors are the same, just trying to survive you and your.. friends.

You can’t really call them that with how they treat you.

“Tch..”

You threw the body to the side, watching as it slid on the ground. Smearing their Delicious blood across the floor. Now you’ve got one of them, five survivors left.

You’ve got plenty of time to find them, each ticking second is just a countdown to their demise that you can’t wait to bring. Oh how lovely it would be to taste their flesh once more.

There’s a glow outline at the corner of your eyes, and with a grin you dash towards the highlight. Reader to claim yet another victim to feed yourselves.

The humming of a generator got closer as you sneak around, not wanting to be spotted yet. But your prey seems to hurriedly get up and run. With a frustrated huff, you pursued. Not wanting to lose this catch. It’s odd how they can spot you even as your steps are light as a feather. They know first hand if you’re close or not, just not your location. At least that’s an advantage.

Your stamina is slowly running out as well as the prey’s. You saw how they start to slow down and you take your chance, pouncing and pinning them down. Keeping them in place, under you, and tearing their skins and flesh with your claw. Making a big mess of the scene.

The red pooled underneath them, painting the grass. Matching it with their work attire. The sweet scent. A low growl escaped your throat whilst getting up, sniffing the air to find a new victim. You licked your fang in delight as another outlined show itself. It wasn’t far from your location, making it easier to pinpoint where. You waste no time, approaching the survivor, taking them by surprise with a slash of your claw from behind.

“Found you!”

You watch as the survivor grimaces and runs. You found this.. amusing. You love the mouse and cat chase they give!

You spare a glance on what they’re working on, a sentry. You presumed. Sad you broke it, it looks cool too. Not wanting to lose them, you pursued in the chase. Able to catch up to them. The fear on their face is an amusement. No doubt you’re gonna miss it after taking a bite.

“Boo.. even a kid is better at tag than you are.”

The melodic crunching sound satisfied you. Watching as their body limply hit the ground with a ‘thud’. You spat out the pieces of the construction worker hat in disgust before girnning. That’s two!.. Three left.

The ticking sound on the bar on your wrist reminds you of the time you have left, One and a half minute. Doesn’t matter, you can still find them and catch them. Seeing the all too familiar outline you didn’t hesitate on approaching it.

You found one and another. Even after the meal, you know you have another one left. The time luckily expanded from twenty seconds to a minute and fourteen seconds. One left till victory, just.. one more.

Seeing the highlight was far across the map, you grumble. Slowly closing the distance and once the one minute exact mark hits, you make your move. Chasing the last survivor.

Their burger hat was recognizable, 007n7. Who else would wear such a ridiculous hat?

Their hat.. It’s making it more endearing. Though you can’t deny, it is kind of adorable

You’ve been chasing them.. for straight FORTY SECONDS. You’ve fallen for their clones, MULTIPLE TIMES. How bad am I?

You’ve hit them a couple times, yes. Yet even that isn’t enough to bring them down. You tried to leap and pin them down but they teleported away LAST SECOND.

Once the timer hit zero, you froze. You can’t believe you lose to someone as useless as 007n7. Seeing the all familiar brick walls of the dungeon that’s keeping you and your friends locked up brings frustration in your blood.

“How did that PEWNY robloxian SURVIVE ME!?”

A glitchy chuckles comes from behind, a familiar noise from the one and only-

“Hey.. Noli..” You grumble out, turning to face the half faced man. The dim light from the torch only illuminates half of his face, seeing how it’s slowly decayed from the codes gives you a perturbed feeling.

“S-S-SupRISED M-M-Me!.. Y-YoU’ve- LOST!” His voice glitched and changed in pitch. It's often disturbed you the first few weeks you come in this entertaining loophole of a place.

“Gee… Who would’ve guessed!” Noli looks displeased with your sarcasm, lightly hitting your head.

“Don’t S-SarcAs ME!”

You rolled your eyes, already tired by his presence. You felt the hand once more on your head, lightly patting your head on the spot it previously hit.

“I’m leaving..” You whispered, turning away to walk into the hallway on the far back at the right bottom of the throne.

“[Name]! [Name]! Are we gonna play again?”

c00lkid, the youngest amongst the killers. Grabbed your hand, lightly tugging it. How did I almost stumbled.. This kid is hella strong-

“Hey Kiddo... I’m sorry, I don’t think I can.” This time you really stumbled once c00lkid pulls harder.

“Pleaseee?” He pleaded, trying to pull you out towards the garden. You hate denying the kid but you’re extremely tired from last round.

“.. After your round next, yeah?”

“Ok!”

Watching the kid walk speed away, you let out an amused hum while shaking your head. You wonder why a kid like him was forced into this.. Loophole of a place. You wouldn’t say he doesn’t deserve it.. more so you’re concerned for the kid.

The sound of echoing footsteps from the distance gave you a chilling feeling, shivering your skins. A heavy weight hits you as you begin slowly walking back towards your assigned room in the forsakened castle. It was no mistake, the fog full of hatred feelings belongs to none other than 1x1x1x1.

“I expected more from someone trapped here as long as me.” You hum in response to their words, sending them a soft glance. His approaching steps echoed in the hallways, getting more loud as you both walked next to each other.

“I.. Wasn’t expecting him to guess my patterns..” You muttered to the embodiment of hatred next to you, walking slowly side by side through the halls. “I do wonder if they figured out a way to fight us back.. but it seems only the useless one is able to figure a way to avoid our attacks.”

1x1 let’s out an amused hum, glancing at you before forward. “At least someone other than me keeping tabs on the survivors.” You nod, not knowing what else to say. The rest of the walk was filled with awkward silence.. or was it just you being nervous around this.. entity who’s full of nothing but hatred. Why does she gotta stay near, her room is across the castle!

Once you’ve arrived at your room, 1x1 didn’t say anything other than patting your shoulder and leaving. What an odd individual.

Entering your room, you rolled your shoulders. Tired from the back to back match. I guess The Spectre is feeling like bullying me today.

You wonder if c00lkid will be next, he’ll definitely be worn out from hunting the survivors. That’ll give you time to rest at least.

Having nothing else to do for the day you decide to just take a small nap, maybe 5-10 minutes. Laying down on your bed, you close your eyes.

The loud ticking sound awoke you from your slumber, you felt dizzy. Your nap felt short. It’s just pure darkness, nothing else. You opened your eyes, expecting the usual mossy ceiling.

But above you was a wooden ceiling. Odd.. Has the spectre decided to give you a new room?

You slide your feets off the bed to the side, feeling your legs felt lighter than usual. Glancing down you noticed how the corrupted part of your legs are.. normal?

You rubbed your eye with your hands not expecting the soft feelings and it made you flinch. Your eyes widen, the rocky corruption, is it really gone?

Your body feels odd and weird, like it de-morphed itself. Your hands and feets feel lighter, glancing down to see why. The corruption that had covered them is gone. Like it never existed- yet the horns and tail still stays.

There’s no traces of it. Like it never existed. You quickly got up tumbling with your vision darken as your blood rushed up your head from standing up too quickly.

The room.. felt unusually, it’s not yours. The walls are made of wood instead of the usual rocks.. cement?

Your body felt odd and weird, like it de-morphed itself. Your hands and feets feel lighter, glancing down to see why. The corruption that had covered them is gone. Like it never existed- yet the horns and tail still stays.

You stumbled a bit, looking around the unfamiliar place. It looks like any normal room when there’s a new killer.

The room has a small wooden cabinet next to the bed with an oil lamp on top. A window was on the far back right near the bed, giving a view of the ocean. It was almost like a near replica of your original room without your personal stuff and trinkets you’ve collected.

Letting an exasperated sigh, you felt a bit frustrated at the unfamiliar room. Though you guess The Spectre changed the castle to be the cabin, again. You decide to go and finally play with c00lkid plus explore more but as you walked towards the door, you heard some noises from the other side. Odd.. You did not smell any scent indicating anyone was near.

Ever since being in this room you can’t even smell your own scent.

Placing a hand on the handle and twisting it, you did not expect to be face to face with not one, BUT TWO survivors. You don’t not know the names but you do recognize them as the one who would always build and the other would always slashed you with their sword.

They both freeze, pausing their conversation as they finally take notice of you. The one with an orange hat narrowed their eyes, sending you a glare. While the other one just glanced to the side. Who the fu-

[piplup335]

Hello! Noticed (I think if I saw right) you still had a spot left for requests; so could I request the forsaken cast (or maybe just chance and mafioso) x a reader who works like merchant in rounds?

They're pretty chilld about their work and customers and cant reallyy die (and does not require to die to win the round) and they provide stuff for survivors AND killers (like medkit and bloxycolas, bear traps and detectors), though it does come with payment... Ofcourse they can pay later, in the next round! but if they skip the bill more than a few times, they'll just kill the person skipping the bill right on the spot once they see them infront of their shop, and they're extremely strong and ruthless when killing so.

They can get hit though, if either they get punched or shot, they'll give a warning (I took some inspo from Sebastion Solace from Pressure if you don't mind ^^;;)

hello! I fear that this may be too long to write as an actual short story, so would you mind if I mixed it up a bit and tried combining headcanons with the story?

[piplup335]

not a request but i loved the world building of roblox itself in the 1x1x1x1 x chill reader oneshot ^_^

ohhh thank you! :D

[piplup335]

100 FOLLOWERS HELL YEAAAA-

after more than a year of writing shit

WE FINALLY HIT A HUNDRED CUSTOMERS

HELL YEAHHHHH GG BOIIIIIIS-

[piplup335]

1x1x1x1 x (chill) reader!

HELLO, F E L L A S

okay so first of all-

to the anon who requested this I’M SO SORRYYYY I tried to incorporate the calm reader part the most I could but I fear I got carried away too much D: if you want me to redo it just lmk ;-;

also ik 1x4 is genderfluid but idk what pronouns the fella goes by so I used they/them 😭

I tried my best but this might be a bit too ooc since I had to adjust some stuff to suit the story ;-; please leave any feedback in my askbox or in the comments, thanku-

enjoy! :,)

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1x1x1x1. Shedletsky's manifestation of pure negativity.

Hatred was all they ever knew. Hatred was what spurred them on to exterminate all the survivors.

That was until you fell victim to the Spectre's sadistic nature. The Spectre wanted a new plaything, one more person it could torture. It was tired of the survivors adapting to the killers' techniques and finding newer and more efficient methods to evade the chilling grasp of death.

Shedletsky had mastered the art of his blade. 007n7 had not only accepted his son's fall, but he used it to spur himself on. The Spectre watched him tell himself on a daily basis that his son, even after being forsaken, would still want his papa to be alive and happy. Guest 1337, despite the Spectre's efforts to hinder him, still managed to fight off the killers and keep everyone else safe. Even Noob kept giving the killers migraines by vanishing into thin air the moment any of the killers tried tracking them down.

The Spectre had enough. It wanted to see the terror and pure fear in the survivors' eyes, not determination and confidence each time they avoided the slash of a blade or the stab of a claw.

So, it kidnapped you. You, a Robloxian oblivious to the terrors going on in that hellhole of a dimension.

Unfortunately, the Spectre failed to do a background check on you.

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You grew up in a town that was overridden by hackers. You watched Builder Brothers Pizzeria get burned down on a regular basis. You've seen the image of a certain red child fill the skies before. Sometimes Guest 666 would walk into the library and request to read a book. If he didn't get it, the library would be reduced to nothing but a pile of rubble in fifteen minutes. Most of the libraries in your town ended up banning people from borrowing books so that they'd be able to keep the place up.

When you spawned into the world for the first time, you were frightened. You hated the fact that hackers could just kill you at any given moment. You feared the process of respawning. What if it was painful? What would happen during the process? Would Telamon sigh and shake his head at you in exasperation before sending you back to the spawn? Could you even respawn?

Your questions were answered one fateful day. A trip to Builder Brothers Pizzeria ended with you crawling out the broken glass doors of the establishment, the pizza place burning down behind you yet again. You searched the skies for any sign of hope, anything telling you that everything would be okay.

You were met with c00lkidd's decal painting the sky.

You tried to look back at the establishment, your neck aching as you silently pleaded for someone to help you escape the situation.

No one answered your plea. No one was there to be your saving grace. The last of the pizzeria's walls crumbled behind you, the same red decal flickering to life on the dull brick surface.

You tried to shield your head as a loud bang rang through the area. Something blew up. Flaming debris flew everywhere.

But it was too late. You saw a flash of white as a large piece of metal struck your head. Pain shot through your skull...which soon faded to nothing, as did your consciousness.

When you finally opened your eyes again, you felt...fine. Your final memories repeated over and over again in your head like a vivid nightmare.

But you no longer feared the nightmare. You knew it was over.

And your questions about respawning had finally been answered.

Ever since that day, you no longer feared life or death. You no longer feared the neighbourhood you lived in. A building collapsed? It would be repaired and in working condition by the next day. Your house got burnt down by another hacker? You could just stay over at a friend's house while Roblox sends a team over to fix the damages. Everything would be functional by the next day, and your house would be as good as new. Your stuff got stolen? You had nothing to lose at that point, and everything was easily replaceable.

You were so used to the chaos around you to the point that you treated anything other Robloxians considered "out of the ordinary" as just another regular day.

So when a random rift appeared in your living room one day, you didn't think much of it. You thought it was the work of some new hacker and didn't try to resist as you got sucked into the rift.

You would just respawn back home after dying again, right?

...right?

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As soon as you landed, you realised you were in Planet Voss. You liked the place. It was a nice little park for you to do whatever you wanted. Sometimes, you'd go there just to see the little birds chirp and fly around in a beautiful midair dance. You'd watch young Robloxians throw bread towards the pond, and gaze on as a swarm of fish fought for the crumb of bread. Sometimes, a daring fish would jump out of the water just to catch the food in midair.

But you knew that something was off.

For starters, Noli hacked a bunch of Robloxians and used them to absolutely wreck the place. The arch collapsed, the walls were reduced to ruins, and even Roblox himself said that the repairs were expected to take at least two weeks since the team specialised in repairing buildings, not restoring parks.

At least the animals were spared...

But that wasn't your main concern.

Your concern was the fact that it hadn't been a week ever since Planet Voss got destroyed, yet the park looked as good as new.

A chittering noise could be heard nearby. You saw something flying towards you. Something that glowed a toxic neon green.

Before you could run, it sliced you in the stomach. Pain blossomed in your lower abdomen, and you could feel something spread. Something that burned. You could feel the blazing sensation flare to your limbs.

Heavy footsteps thudded against the ground. Someone knew you were here...and it did not have benign intentions.

A blur of white sprinted past you. Shedletsky.

“Wait...Shedletsky? Didn't he go missing a few months back?” You thought to yourself.

There was no time for you to question the current situation, however. A loud clang was heard as Shedletsky's sword struck flesh, eliciting a pained groan from the person behind you.

You turned your head to see what happened. Shedletsky's sword was stained with what seemed like an inky black substance.

"RUN!" Shedletsky yelled, before sprinting off into the distance. But you paid his warning no mind as it fully registered in your head who Shedletsky had protected you from.

An unknown substance trickled down your attacker's pitch-black arm. The faint green glow of their torso drew your eyes to the ribcage visible through their body.

You glanced up at your assailant. The viridian green domino crown that sat atop their head was all it took for you to realise how screwed you were.

1x1x1x1, of all people, stood before you.

Your legs took off by themselves, adrenaline coursing through your entire body. Not even the adrenaline could save you from the lethargy, though. For some reason, you felt way more tired than usual. You just wanted to lie down and take a good rest...regain your stamina and keep running...

...perhaps this was the effect of whatever new realm you were in.

A slash to the back pulled you from your thoughts. You were probably going to die. But you knew you'd respawn, so who cared?

Another slash to the back slowed you down. Yep, you were definitely dead.

A clawed hand grabbed the top of your head and forced you to look at your aggressor. 1x1x1x1's glare seemed rather intimidating to you, but you were used to this sort of thing. After all, a life surrounded by hackers can work wonders on one's mental state.

Their daemonshanks seemed to shift slightly in their grasp as if waiting for their master to finish you off.

All you could do was let out a weak chuckle as 1x1x1x1 drew their arm back, ready to stab the daemonshank through your skull.

"Heh...well, that was a nice first encounter. Looks like it's time to say goodbye, 1x1x1x1. It was nice seeing you."

With your final words uttered, the daemonshank pierced through your skull with a sickening crack.

As your limp body fell to the floor with a soft thud, 1x1x1x1 couldn't help but feel unsatisfied.

1x1x1x1 was a being of negativity. The only way they knew to derive enjoyment was by feeding off the survivors' fear. The look of sheer terror in their eyes never failed to make their day. Their futile struggling was the cherry on top for 1x1x1x1. It allowed them to feel the anxiety radiating from their very souls, which they relished.

You gave them none of that. You just accepted your fate and even told them it was nice seeing them.

1x1x1x1 was a manifestation of hatred. Hatred was all they knew.

But they felt different when they saw you. Your calm demeanour seemed contagious. Even the burning hatred in their heart for Shedletsky calmed down for once.

Hatred was all they knew. Hatred was what they had lived with ever since their creation. And with the introduction of a completely foreign feeling, 1x1x1x1 resorted back to hate.

They hated how you made them feel. They hated the way you smiled at them even when your head was in their hands, only moments away from being filled with poison and crushed like everyone else's.

They hated the way you laughed while they were chasing you. It was like you were having fun, and they despised it. They hated the way you never showed fear or panic even when in the face of danger.

Over time, however, as matches went on and on...the more they chased you...they started to admire you.

1x1x1x1 got used to whatever they felt. They accepted it as a part of their new lifestyle...and with that, their eyes were opened to the world before them.

With you around, they saw things from an entirely new perspective. They were no longer blind to the wonders of life. They saw how survivors helped each other out. They saw the smiles on their faces as the survivors made small talk while working on generators.

For the first time since their creation, 1x1x1x1 felt calm. Gone was the burning hatred in their heart, now replaced by a sense of tranquillity and peace.

And they found themself liking that new development.

You, on the other hand, managed to make small talk with 1x1x1x1 over time. They rarely spoke and often communicated in scratchy hums and groans, but that still made you happy. 1x1x1x1, one of Robloxia's most notorious hackers, had finally relaxed for once.

At some point in time, they even decided to spare all the survivors and go on a short walk around the C00l Carnival with you.

1x1x1x1 found themself liking your presence more and more. Eventually, it developed into a warm feeling in their nonexistent heart that they couldn't comprehend.

It felt torturous to them. Every time they saw you, they felt a fuzzy feeling in their chest. They didn't know why, but they wanted to shower you with affection. They wanted to hold you close and protect you from any of the dangers the world had in store...

Eventually, they caved in. 1x1x1x1 spilt out all the emotions they had been feeling for so long. They spilt it all out to your listening ears.

Only then did 1x1x1x1 find out that what they had been feeling was love.

And if you had to be honest with yourself, you loved the hacker too. You saw them grow as an individual. They were no longer simply a manifestation of one's negativity, but they were an actual person in your eyes. You spent so much time with 1x1x1x1, and you also started to develop feelings for them too.

One thing led to another, and you started dating the hacker. The Spectre somehow found that entertaining and ended up allowing you to visit 1x1x1x1's purgatory every now and then.

All that led to this moment.

You snuggled up to 1x1x1x1 on the couch. Their clothes were slightly stained with blood, but you didn't care. All you cared about was the individual before you.

The dim glow of their torso illuminated the inside of the blanket that the two of you shared.

As you fiddled with the zipper on 1x1x1x1's mouth, they reached a hand up and pulled the zipper open.

"1x1, I'm still surprised you can just...unzip your mouth at any given moment. If someone asks you to zip up your mouth you can take it literally."

1x1x1x1 let out a gravelly chuckle. Their voice was unnaturally deep, but you had long since gotten used to it.

"Yep...still, none of the survivors would have the guts to do it, would they?"

"Probably not, unless it's Shedletsky."

"Don't even get me started on that sword-wielding shitface..."

You buried your face into their shoulder. 1x1x1x1's presence was comforting to you. After all, they were the closest reminder you had of home, with your town’s main gig being the fact that hackers always visited the place for one reason or another. 1x1x1x1 gave you a sense of familiarity.

You were starting to feel sleepy. 1x1x1x1's body heat combined with the blanket made you feel comfy. Your lover's arms were wrapped snugly around you, and you shifted your head to rest against their chest.

"Goodnight, 1x1...I love you."

Right before you drifted to sleep, you felt the rugged metal of 1x1x1x1's mouth brush against the top of your head in a light, tender kiss.

"Love you too, sweetheart."

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…okay I’m gonna go cry now because idt I did a good job on this-

as always, I hope you enjoyed!

…

*runs back indoors and cries*

[piplup335]

Afterall these years... finally,a new Dtt fanfic.

and its wonderful! i love it! i like the way you write medic and Psycho! especially that section where you describe psychos backstory riding off with the train!

the only thing i think you should add is psycho stuttering a bit more, probably especially when he gets stressed, kinda based off the fact he twiches in his idle animation. although this is more just a headcannon rather than a criticism thing.

other than that, i love this, I'll probably indulge in this fic every so often,vkeep up fella :D

oooooo new headcanon! yippee!

thank you for the feedback, I’ll keep that in mind :D probably also do some edits to the fic when I have time

[piplup335]

Psycho and Medic angst to comfort!

ELLO, F E L L A S

defend the train req thingy

yeah uhhhh slight mentions of self harm by the way…

o boi I hope I did this request right ;-;

enjoy! :D

(to the random anon that suggested stuttering, thank you for your input! I tried to write it in the best way I could :,D)

⚠️ TW: self harm

(…I think that’s how topic warnings are done…?)

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Dubious Tasks Taken.

That was the name of the faction the three mercenaries worked at.

Gunslinger, Medic and Psycho. At first, when they joined the company, they did not know each other well. But they bonded over a shared desire to escape the situation they were in.

One needed to flee from the looming presence of the law.

One needed to end the unending cycle of mundane duties.

One needed to get away from the overbearing presence of a family trying to conform a young man to their standards.

Needless to say, the trio did their jobs, and they did it well. They stood watch on the roof of the cargo train they were on, keeping vigil and quickly taking down any threats that may arise. At the end of the day, the polished surface of the train would get scratches and dents that dull its shiny coat of paint, but it still protected its passengers. The crates would get holes and splinters from the hail of bullets that rained down upon the cart, but it still protected its cargo. Gunslinger and Psycho would get bullet wounds and scratches from those daring enough to jump on the train to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the mercenaries. Still, they were always protected by the backbone of the team- Medic. The one who, despite not being on top of the train half the time, would always be the one keeping the entire operation together.

And once everything was all said and done, they'd rest at the D.T.T.'s base of operations, where each of them had their own separate cabin to rest and recuperate before the next day threw its own set of challenges at the trio.

Everything was going well for the trio...but it wasn't always that way.

Medic joined the business first, then Gunslinger and finally, Psycho.

Medical checkups were much easier with Medic around, as he was skilled at his job despite his unlicensed techniques. The infirmary was no longer as full as it was before, and Medic's medical checkups only took a maximum of fifteen minutes compared to the two-hour checkups the other doctors on-site provided. Not only was it more efficient, but the company could save more money on manpower because of Medic's speed and resourceful nature.

All Medic wanted in return for his services was simply the chance to use his inventions and enough money to keep himself alive. Quite inexpensive for the D.T.T., considering the fact that Medic's prowess far exceeded scientific knowledge.

Medic was also in charge of conducting medical examinations on the new contractors, including Gunslinger and Psycho.

Gunslinger's medical examination wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He worked as a contract hitman before joining the crew, so apart from a few cuts and scratches he got from running from the authorities he was still in good shape. He was also slightly malnourished at the time, but Medic suspected that it was probably caused due to the lack of resources Gunslinger had when on the run.

Psycho, however, was a whole other story.

When Medic checked up on him, he was STRESSED. Medic tended to children before, so he's aware of how scared they can get when they see his heal gun for the first time. He'd always been able to walk the young kids through the entire healing process with a 100% success rate, some even daring to touch his heal gun later out of curiosity.

On the other hand, Psycho almost acted like a feral cat.

While checking up on Psycho, Medic's gaze first fell on Psycho's arms. They were littered with scars and wounds. Upon closer inspection of Psycho's body, he realised that his entire body was dotted with scars. Burn wounds, scratch marks...they were everywhere. Usually, a normal spray from the heal gun or two would solve everything and Psycho would be fit for the job, but this time was different. Not because the heal gun couldn't do its job well enough, but because Psycho almost seemed to fear the heal gun.

"Psycho, please...let me heal you. It's for your own good...otherwise, the higher-ups won't accept you." Medic tried to reason with Psycho, but the younger man just shook his head vigorously.

"H-how do I know that you won't be like T-THEM?! How do I know that w-whatever you're doing to me is gonna make me better? I don't even know you…wh-why should I t-trust YOU?!"

Psycho struggled against Medic's grasp. The doctor was trying his best to hold on to the brown-haired demolitionist, but it was no use.

"Psy, please- stay put- AGH!"

Psycho finally broke out of Medic's grasp, his shotgun pointed directly at the young doctor's neck.

"N-no…NO! I w-won't be taken advantage of AGAIN!!"

Medic dropped his heal gun in a panic, and it fell on the floor with a dull clatter. Psycho's manic eyes shifted from Medic's anxious expression to the heal gun on the floor.

It looked so fragile, so vulnerable...

...one single snap would be all it took.

Psycho lowered his shotgun and picked up the heal gun, giving it a once-over.

It no longer posed as a threat to him. The ball was in his court.

He could destroy it. Nothing to worry about. He wouldn't have to worry about the unknown anymore.

He snapped his shotgun back into the holster on his back. One of his hands held the handle of the gun, and the other held the nozzle.

"...I-I wonder what you'd do without this supposed HE-HEAL GUN of yours, huh...?!"

He glanced back at Medic. Medic's eyes were fixed on the heal gun, panic in his eyes. Medic knew that with a single snap, his hard work could go down the drain. The heal gun he used was his prized possession- he only made one, and without it, he'd be useless. To top it all off, he forgot how to create the actual thing and would need the heal gun as a reference.

Psycho could see the fear in Medic's eyes. It reminded him of...himself. Medic's fear reminded Psycho of when he was still working as an engineer in his old company.

"If you're such a skilled engineer, why not you upgrade our weapons for us too?"

"Go on, do it! Install some better upgrades!"

"Do better! You're a genius, aren't you?"

No matter what he did, he was never enough...

His fellow employees kept throwing him under the bus, blaming him for every little fault with the train...and that's how he got demoted to nothing but a coal shoveller. Sure, he still had to upgrade the train from time to time, but his main gig was to shovel coal into a dying flame and watch it rekindle itself over and over again.

As the coal burned brighter, Psycho's sanity began to wither away...until he reached his absolute lowest. That's when he finally had enough. All that time, he had been taking his anger out on himself instead of others, but how had he ever been thanked? He was never appreciated...

...and if better upgrades were what they wanted, better upgrades would be what they got.

That's when Psycho stole the train and fled, his past panic replaced by the overwhelming joy that filled his heart. Joy that would soon dull back to fear and anxiety as the train gave out under its own weight and blew up, leaving Psycho with the reality of his situation- he should have stayed. He would be picked on, but at least he wouldn't be alone.

As Psycho gazed into Medic's eyes, he could relate to Medic, in a sense. One was scared of having his precious invention broken into two, and another was scared of facing his past fears.

Maybe, just maybe...such advanced tech wouldn't hurt...

Psycho blinked. Medic's panicked expression stared back at him.

Hesitantly, he handed the heal gun back to Medic, his arms trembling.

"...d-do what you must, doctor, but make it qu-quick."

Medic glanced at the heal gun and gingerly took it from Psycho, but instead of healing him, he set it down on the table next to him.

"Psy. I see your fears. Do tell me what's wrong...as a doctor, my goal is to heal my patients, not hurt them...be that physically or mentally."

And that's when Psycho just broke. He poured out his heart to Medic. All his fears, his self-destructive personality...everything he had been through in the past.

Medic sat there. Not a word left his mouth as he gently lifted up Psycho's goggles, allowing him to cry. Not a single word from him as he gently rubbed Psycho's back as he sobbed and wept over his haunting past.

Maybe the medical checkup could wait.

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and that’s it! hope you enjoyed, and have a nice day!

if you have any feedback please feel free to let me know through my chats or my inbox by the way :D

[piplup335]

Shuriken x eepy airhead reader!

ello fellas! :D

sorry for the delay, was working on other stuff :( I’m not sure if this is okay, though-

I hope you enjoy! :)

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You had horrible sleeping habits. All the Phighters knew that, including your loving boyfriend, Shuriken.

You'd constantly pull all-nighters for what seemed like reasonable causes to you...but not to Shuriken, however. Regardless of whether or not you stayed up late to finish an important project or just to play video games, Shuriken would always tell you it wasn't worth messing up your sleep schedule for.

Of course, you never listened to him...you just wanted to do whatever you had in mind at the time.

This, unfortunately, would lead to you making some horrible decisions on an everyday basis. You constantly burnt yourself on the stove thinking it was off. Sometimes, you'd even try throwing your gear mid-fight because, as you once put it, "it's a ranged gear, so it should be able to hit people from a distance". You even scoured your house for thirty minutes trying to find your television's remote controller only to realise it was in your hand.

Shuriken noticed how your horrible sleeping schedule correlated to your brash and somewhat idiotic decisions. He always checked in on you over text before he went to sleep, and when he woke up he'd see that you replied at around three or four in the morning.

He knew this wasn't good for you at all, so he devised a plan to get you to sleep. Maybe it wouldn't act as a quick solution to fix your sleeping habits, but it could set you on the right track.

Maybe.

During today's phight, Shuriken overheard you saying that you wanted to eat chicken nuggets. Knowing you, he knew that it meant you were going to McDonald's in the wee hours of the morning.

Shuriken may not be the brightest out of all the Phighters, but he did know two things.

One, it would be horrible for your sleep schedule. He knew it would result in you pulling an all-nighter to eat your nuggets while scrolling through random YouTube videos. Two, it would be dangerous for you. Although he didn't read the papers often, Slingshot and Vinestaff did. The duo would keep him updated on the latest news throughout the Inpherno...including recent crimes. And as of the past few weeks, crime rates in Crossroads had skyrocketed. From petty thefts to Inphernals wrenching each other's horns out in a gruesome display that always left at least one Inphernal dead, he knew nowhere was safe. Especially not at that hour.

He wanted to keep you safe by all means. You were his one and only love, after all. One of the people that made him truly happy.

He knew he had to protect you and make sure you were safe, and the best way to do so was not to accompany you to McDonald's, but to make sure you never went there to begin with. Not in the middle of the night, at least.

Shuriken knew what he had to do.

You glanced up from your book as your clock made a soft clicking sound. It was three in the morning...meaning it was time for you to go get your nuggets.

For some unexplainable reason, you enjoyed going out at horrible hours of the day to get your food. Sure, it may be dangerous for you, but hey, it also doubled as a nice nighttime walk for you.

You also couldn't sleep. Probably the result of your constant refusal to go to sleep at a reasonable hour, but oh well.

After putting on something casual, you grabbed your keys and your gear, ready to get your food. You wanted to bring your gear so you could stay safe. After all, Crossroads could get dangerous at night.

Just as you opened your door, a hooded figure dropped down from your ceiling, wrapped their arms around you, gently pushed you back into the comfort of your own home and shut the door behind you. Before you could struggle against the unknown person and shoot them, the figure quickly took off their mask.

"(Name), calm down! It's just me, Shuri!"

The sight of his lime green horns confirmed his statement, as well as his tattooed left arm. In his free hand was a bag of McDonald's, which he handed to you.

"Love, I know you were craving nuggets for the entire day today, but it's not safe for you at this hour, okay? I don't want you to get hurt!"

You hesitantly took the bag from him, your thoughts in a jumbled mess. Why was Shuriken at your door at this hour? Why did he bring food just for you? Why did he even take the time and effort to travel all the way from Lost Temple to Crossroads? The trip wasn't a short one, after all.

Before you could organise your thoughts, Shuriken locked the door behind you and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. "I love you, (Name)! You mean the world to me so please...stay at home for me, yeah?"

Shuriken didn't want to leave you at home alone. He was concerned for you! So, he made the decision to spend the night with you.

Fifteen minutes after his arrival, the both of you were bundled up on the couch. The lights had been dimmed to a comfortable setting, and you had brought out soft, fluffy blankets so that you'd be more cozy.

Shuriken was spooning you, making sure you wouldn't get up to do anything stupid in your sleep-deprived haze. The empty box of chicken nuggets lay on the table next to you, your cravings satiated by the treat Shuriken brought for you.

The two of you snuggled together on the couch, Shuriken holding you close as you rested across his lap. You looked up at him with sleepy eyes, a thought coming to your mind.

"Shuriiii...what would chicken nuggets taste like without the chicken?"

Shuriken let out a soft chuckle. By now, he was used to your antics and your stupid questions.

"Love, what are chicken nuggets primarily made of?

"...chicken?"

"And if you take away the chicken, what will you have left?"

"...nuggets?"

"No that's not- never mind..."

Shuriken held you in his arms, idly carding his fingers through your hair. Despite his outgoing nature, he still enjoyed these small moments between the both of you, sitting there with you and enjoying the silence.

His breathing was almost therapeutic to you, the soft and rhythmic puffs of air gently lulling you to sleep.

"Good night, Shuri...I'm sleepy..."

As Shuriken continued to stroke your hair, you felt so drowsy...and eventually dozed off into a blissful world of nothingness.

He glanced at your sleeping form, a victorious grin on his face.

Mission accomplished.

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that’s all for now! sorry, my writing may not be up to par because of my mental state ;-;

thanks for reading! :,)

[piplup335]

Walks In through funnily shaped door

Can I get uhh,, vinestaff comfort with reader who's been feeling like. Emotionally numb lately,, thankuo (you don't have to if your not comfortable with it btw!1)

Walks away

…my fudging door-

(added to the list! :D 👍)

[piplup335]

Can you maybe make an angst fic about Medic thinking of his family and wondering if they're still looking for him after he escaped ran away from them (since he's from a highly-military-family)

:D 👍

[piplup335]

HAIIIII!!

Can I ask 4 Two time x reader Angst? :3

butttt! Reader has a crush on 2Time And 2Te knows that but since like 2Time lore and stuff they doesn’t want to have a repeat of what happened with his his ex friend,so 2time tries to get reader away from him By ignoring him and sometimes threatening reader . :3

also reader personality is kinda like Twotime but just calm always calm

(reader’s is in the same cult as 2times hdbdvsjshsj)

Srry if this a bit much btw 😓

-🌀🍀 anon

I can do that! where can I find lore, though? Forskaen’s discord server got raided and my only source is GONEEEE D:

[piplup335]

CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHING WITH BANHAMMER!!!! :33333

I think I can :D what sorta stuff do you want?

[piplup335]

okay SO

I was wondering if you could write friendly killer reader chilling with the survivors during a round? to the point it pisses the other killers off when the round ends. 1x1x1x1 would be like "Why the hell didnt you kill anyone?!"

I want it to be oneshot please! /lh

thank you!!

(this is based from my own experience from being friendly killer, the reader's weapon is up to u!)

:D 👍

added to the list!

[piplup335]

hiii I was wondering if you could do a mafioso x bunny reader? probably fluff or something like he finds reader

no pressure!! thank yew:3

hi! just to confirm, is the reader essentially just this pleb

and mafioso adopts reader?

[piplup335]

Tisha x gn reader angst?

One of us got lost on a floor during a run (either reader or Tisha). A rescue team is preparing to come and rescue. However, (either the reader or Tisha) are too worried and impatient and tries to do the rescue themselves.

ooooo a description, thank you! added to the list :D