#guest 1337 forsaken x reader

[l00kingatthem00n]

━━ SEE YOU AGAIN.

WARNINGS: canon-typical violence, descriptions of injuries, let me know if there's anything else that should be added.

In the wake of another exhaustive match, Guest 1337 is in your company as he needs your expertise in tending to wounds. To his misfortune, he forgets how utterly smitten he is with you.

HEAVY, UNEVEN BREATHS PRACTICALLY FORCE THEMSELVES FROM GUEST 1337’S LUNGS. Your mattress creaks and groans with every dip of his weight into the worn foam, desperately trying to be as inconvenient as he can when he knows the others need you as much as he does. Yet, he sharply grunts as he feels a rib crack and slip into somewhere it probably shouldn’t be. He hears your movements still from the room over before going again; Faster, snappier, this time. Guest 1337 doesn’t want to trouble you. There’s much better, more important wounds than what he endures. Shedletsky has numerous lacerations, Chance is suffering from the seared skin of his flintlock exploding, and it’s only a matter of moments before Two Time’s wings claw and tear itself into their shoulders once more. To his dismay, the others insist that he’s tended to first. Their worries are admittedly justified. It just makes him feel so guilty- He’s a soldier, or was a soldier, he can usually push through with such wounds. 

Though he doesn’t get any more time to pander to his thoughts, the door to the room slowly creaks open. What pokes through the crevice is a rusted lantern, fluorescent lighting dim against the oppressive darkness beyond the cabin windows. Then, he sees you. An apologetic smile curls across your lips as you shuffle inside. You rest the lantern atop of the bedside drawer, along with a battered medkit that’d been obscured by the door. You leave, again. Your footsteps are faint, almost muddled throughout the cabin as you go wherever. Though, that’s probably because of his injuries dulling his senses. But, you come in, again. This time dragging a decrepit chair behind you. You place the chair before him, not without undergoing the routine exchange for your makeshift check-up.

“Injuries?” 

“A couple of bruises, some lacerations and puncture wounds-” He gestures near his sternum “-A fractured rib, maybe another.”

You nod thoughtfully with your hands already going to work. It’s purely professional what happens between the two of you. You’re the most experienced with your studies in medicine. It’d only make sense that you’d be the one everybody went to when they needed medical assistance. The proximity between the two of you is necessary, solely meant for mending. Your hands on his chest is necessary. Your hands rolling his shirt up is necessary. Your visage so close to him is necessary. And so Guest 1337 doesn’t understand why his heart so violently drums against his fractured ribs, desperate to break already brittle bones or slip through the spaces to have you see their contents. He worries and wonders if you can hear that relentless beating in his chest. Maybe it's out of oblivion or maybe it's out of courtesy, but you don’t notice how he tenses before you. Regardless, you let out a soft sigh before you undo the latches of your medkit.

"I hope this doesn't hurt," you murmur hushedly. "Tell me if it does, okay?"

Worn bandages from prior moments come undone, lazily tossed to the ground as you bring a cloth to dab away at the blood that still seeps from his injuries. You’re tentative and modest; A pleasant warmth against his exposed chest. You’re merely further examining all the copious damages his body sustained from cuts to bruises. Sometimes, your touch stings. Sometimes, your touch hurts. But, he does not utter his grievances. Guest 1337 knows he should say something, but he doesn’t want to disrupt that almost untroubled expression upon your face. Truthfully, does something as trivial as his feelings matter with the predicament you’re all in? To be before you, to have you worry over him, is nothing short of absolute heaven in the hell that this is. Even as he feels conscious of being one of the first to take up your valued time, even as he should really tell you how crudely you’re sometimes handling him, nothing of the sort falls past his lips. Rather, he reassures you.

"There has been worse," he assures you. “I promise you, I'll be okay."

You’re tired. He is too. Despite the exhaustion that settles on your bones, the dullness in your gaze, you find it in yourself to smile. It’s a little wry, but not that he’s particularly complaining at seeing your contentment. Then, you chuckle, and even he, with his rigid expressions, falters beneath the sound as a faint smile curls across his lips. He doesn’t know what was so funny about his assurances. But, again, he wouldn’t pry about what has you seemingly so content. 

"Whatever you say, 1337," You hum before grabbing a fresh roll of bandages.

And as you beckon him to lean closer so you may bandage his chest, Guest 1337 thinks you look pretty enveloped in the glow of lantern light. You are pretty. The fluorescent glow illuminates every contour and curve of your face in a way that is serene. That stoic expression of yours, occasionally brimming with fear, isn’t here right now. Maybe, just maybe, he gets the briefest glimpse of who you would be if you weren’t damned like he was. Usually, there are little opportunities to simply bathe in the relative peace of this world. Every waking moment is torment. To linger in the recesses of your mind, letting anxiety strangle every thought. Or to let the tangible reality before you scare you into submission, letting strength be beaten down as you’re struck by horror. What happens between the two of you is nice; Calm and pleasant. Your company means so much to him, but it’s not like he has the courage to tell you such a sentimental subject when you’re preoccupied with survival and the possibility of escape. No, he doesn't dare let it slip past his lips, doesn't dare make it known on his expression, doesn't dare let it linger in his thoughts any longer despite its conception. 

He sharply breathes in to clear his thoughts. You glance at him worriedly, and with no words, he reassures you that it's nothing you did. Truthfully, he doubts it could ever be anything you did. But, he stills even further before you. Too nervous, too anxious to even say or do anything to alleviate the thick silence that befalls both of you in this decrepit cabin. That is not to say that he doesn’t enjoy this silent solace. It’s just you and him right now though, he’d like to listen to you but he just doesn’t want to mess this up- Whatever this is between the two of you. Good grief, since when has an old dog like him been so apprehensive? Matt would’ve been howling with laughter at his pathetic disposition, slapping him in the back as he would most definitely make fun of him. If he were to ever see this, anyway. 

You quietly huff. The sensations of your hands are absent from his chest and he finally reels to reality. He sees you agitatedly tuck a strand of hair behind your ears, probably gone askew should you have been tending to his fractured ribs. You go back to it again. Some time passes, he isn’t sure how much, but that strand of hair falls over your face again. It’s purely instinctive, the way his hand moves over to you, he doesn’t know what compelled him. Maybe he just wants to make this experience less tedious and less exhaustive than it can usually be. And so, his calloused hands gently graze your cheek, pushing the lock of hair behind your ear for you. You’re warm, pleasantly so. However-

"Ah!" You yelp, abruptly sitting upright in your chair as the bandages all come pooling around his waist. Your knuckles, that had been near his chest to finish wrapping another roll, accidentally dig into his ribs and he grunts sharply.

"Shit- I'm so sorry-” You sputter out with widened eyes. There’s a strange flush on your cheeks, but he assumes that’s from the surprise of his compulsions. 

“It’s fine,” he hastily adds, “Again, there’s been worse.” 

With trembling hands, you go through the movements again, only more hastily this time. An indiscernible look across your face as you finally finish wrapping the wounds around his torso. Guest 1337 purses his lips together and does not even think of moving, let alone breathing. You continue to care for what remains of his bodily damage. Unlike before, that pleasant silence feels almost oppressive. His gaze goes anywhere but you, more nervous than ever to see how you’d look at him now. He knows how the others are, constantly on edge and keeping each other at arm's length. Some have more malice towards one another, seeing how that affects not just them but everyone else, he hopes you aren’t feeling the same. It’d bring the others morale down, maybe offset this unease and tension between everyone when they’re all supposed to be working together. And more selfishly, he likes whatever you both have, he doesn’t want to ruin it because of one impulsive touch. 

Before he can even utter an apology, make amends for his lack of thinking, you lightly tap his shoulder. Guest 1337 blinks; Once, then twice. He inquisitively tilts his head a little to meet your, still, indistinct expression. It’s only as you push yourself up from your chair, shutting your medkit again does he realize that his visit with you is over. You’re quiet; Beyond quiet. By now, both of you would meaninglessly chatter about whatever the both of you desired. He knows you’d lazily drape yourself across the chair as he listened to you on the bed. But, you don’t say anything. It’s probably because you have much better things to attend to, like the rest who are still suffering in the other cabin. But, he can’t help but think he’s really overstepped. Cautiously, Guest 1337 rolls that weathered shirt of his over his chest. He hobbles off the edge of your bed and almost tiptoes around your presence. 

He sharply exhales through his nose. He’ll make sure to apologize to you then, another time when you aren’t so tense and agitated with him. He doesn’t want to ruin this, doesn’t want to lose-

Your voice softly cuts through his frantic thoughts. 

“You should come see me more, 1337,” you tell him with your gentle gaze towards him. 

He pauses mid-way through the doorway, swallowing thickly, “...If that’s what you’d wish, then sure.” 

“I don’t only want to see you because you need me to patch you up, so that’s what I wish,” you affirm.

“You’ll see me again, won’t you? I like having you around me, after all.”

And as you pour the contents of your heart to him, he doesn’t miss the way that the lantern illuminates that rose-like colour on your cheeks, nor does he miss how you glance at his hands. A smile curls across his lips, softening his hardened features. All his thoughts of your possible discontent with him seemingly melt away with how you kindly look at him. And he knows now that there was nothing to be worried about. 

“Okay,” he tells you.

 “I’ll see you again.”

AUTHOR'S NOTES: wow! i cant believe whawt was supposed to be a drabble ended up being more than 1800 words 😭talk about overshooting!!! HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! dont ask me about the medical innaccuracies, im here to write yearning not a medical textbook 💔💔💔

feel free to leave this note off here because i'd just like to ramble a bit hehe. okay so. IT WAS SO HARD TO WRITE FOR GUEST 1337. but i love him sm that i endured the constant wallopping i got from writing this piece.

i thought i characterized him pretty well, at least with his forsaken iteration. it's been a while since ive seen actual "the last guest" but i hope it holds a candle to both iterations. i knew i wanted to be able to make him like A Super Serious Soldier, who's a bit of a softie. with his weakness being his inability to really express himself through words. haha. get it because. he's a guest. haha yea [GUNFIRE]

ANYWAY!!! HI!!!! hope you're all are doing alright!!! because i am doing dandy as of now :]

[pearlescentparade]

currently writing this on my phone, and I will expand on this when I get home, however…

I really would love to imagine a cute little domestic life with Guest 1337, where I can his little house husband. ૮ ⸝⸝っ·̫ •⸝⸝ ྀིა This is rather self-indulgent srry

(For the sake of this let’s imagine he’s not a soldier anymore)

- It would be so blissful to sleep with him, him cuddling you in his arms every night, and telling you how much he enjoys you being in his arms so much. I imagine he would be a light snorer, him snoozing while your cozied up in his big, strong arms sounds like the perfect way to sleep for the night.

- Your currently making a nice little breakfast for you and him, and suddenly you find his arms wrapped around your waist, giving you sweet little kisses on your neck and cheek, with his head perched on your shoulder. It’s a little hard to make breakfast while he’s so affectionate with you, but you really can’t complain since you love him so much. <3

- I can imagine him taking care of you while you’re sick, making sure you’re cared for while you suffer from a slow rising fever. It’s the middle of winter and you had been out in the cold for a bit too long. =_= No need to worry however, your amazing and capable husband is here to make sure your tended to. :3 Him spoon feeding you hot soup, caressing your cheek, being so gentle with you when your most vulnerable. ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

- Yknow…that vacant room in your house has been empty for so long, you might as well use it for something! :3 Both of you painting the walls with a gentle fervor, making sure not a spot is left un-painted. However, neither of you really know what you what you should use it for. Guest takes a good long look at you, reminiscing on your wedding day, you supporting him and being by his side all those years ago, you being so loving so loving and supporting to him now, god your just so…perfect for him…

You wouldn’t mind another addition to the family…would you…?

(Will expand on this + with smut when I get home, stay tuned for that.)

-🩰

DOMESTIC GUEST 1337,, mods get this guy a happy fulfilling life and loving family stat!! he deserves it so bad ,,

[brain4stew]

I’ve got an idea about friendly killer reader… And I’m serving y’all it on a silver platter. (Based on my experience as friendly killer ofc🙂‍↕️)

(Again, I don’t know the characters exact personalities and so on, so they might, if not most likely will be OOC!!)

That being said, headcanons/something is under the cut!! ;

• You are the only killer giving the survivors a break… Even if you are corrupted… (John Doe “yourself” skin)

• Noob likes you, due to you being friendly and not killing anyone.

• Two Time is neutral about you being a friendly killer. (They kind of enjoy a chase once in a while…)

• Chance likes you for being friendly. He even asks to shoot you a couple of times. (If you say no, then he won’t shoot you, but he will shoot a wall. His fucking gun exploded on him like three times.)

• Builderman asks you to destroy his sentry and dispenser whenever you’re the killer. (Which you happily do, after everyone’s healed up.)

• Guest 1337 is still a bit skeptical about you, but likes you for being friendly. A friendly killer once in a while gives him a break he desperately wants…

• 007n7 is grateful for you being a friendly killer for once. He gets a break from having to survive his own son.

• Elliot is even more grateful! You are giving him a break from going insane, with how stressful other killers can be, towards him and the other survivors.

• Shedletsky… Strangely enough, he asks you if you can fling him with your spikes. (You do, and… You flung him across the map, and into the poisonous river, which shocked everyone and even you… You all laughed about it though, as Shedletsky sometimes couldn’t stand up afterwards, or he was stuck somewhere.)

• Dusekkar is quiet, but he’s grateful that you are friendly. He can conserve his energy for the time being, and doesn’t have to panic as much…

• Every survivor likes you for being friendly, and they REALLY want you to be in every round they’re in. But, as we know… Not everyone is happy about this.

• The other killers… Are not happy at all.

• You’re supposed to kill them! Not let them live!

• You always lie, and say; “It’s to give them a false sense of hope.”

• 1x1x1x1 is obviously the most pissed off out of the killers. You. A friendly killer? Does he need to teach you how to kill survivors again?? Or does he just let you?? It’s infuriating.

• John Doe is the 2nd pissed off killer. Sure, he kind of bites to your lie like a fish biting bait. But, he’s disappointed and angry at you. He gave you some of his corruption to kill those survivors. Not to let them live! …But then again… Giving them a false sense of hope does sound good…

• Mafioso (dude’s getting a redesign and new name soon…) is the 3rd pissed off killer. Why did you let those survivors live for?! For what purpose?!… Maybe you want him to go kill them, for the debts they may have… Fair enough… He also understands your lie, so he’s not that pissed off about it. More like upset.

• Jason isn’t as pissed off as the other killers. He understands why the others are pissed off, but also doesn’t. Back in the camp he was in, before being taken to area 51… He also gave teenagers a false sense of hope. So it doesn’t really matter to him. It means that he can possibly kill the survivors more easily.

• C00lkidd… He… Doesn’t understand at all. He’s upset, yeah, sure… But he’s also glad. You let the survivors go, even his dad! That means that you want him to have as much fun as he can!!

[sourle]

Oneshot n Headcanons

WARNINGS: There might be smelling mistakes/mispronouns/ooc. I apologize in advance for those.

Enjoy the show.

You wish you weren't brought into this hell, Looping for eternity for the joy of torturing. Was this really the karma for the things you did in your past?

Was this all just a sick joke as a payback from them?

You don't know.

You wish you could take it back and wouldn't end up here. Being chased around like some kind of toy all for entertainment for the.. killers. You're luckily not alone.. but… they're not all better.

After they know what you did, they turn their back on you. More often than not, they never help you whenever you're in a struggle.

Ignoring you completely.

You hate it, you don't like it. It's what makes the loop hell WORSE.

The way the other survivors treat you. Elliot never bothered to offer you a pizza. Shedletsky would just watch you getting chased alongside Guest. HECK, even 007n7 ignored you COMPLETELY.

It was exhausting, especially when all you wanted was a new beginning. Without the constant nagging of what you did.

You approached Taph, tapping him on his shoulder. “Hey— May I ask you something?—”

“🧍‍♂️🤷‍♂️👉👷‍♂️❓” (I don't know as well, maybe you should ask Builderman) You nod at his answer, giving him a thumbs up and left. Glancing back to see he gave you a thumbs up as well.

You next walked up to Noob, “Sorry to bother you… but do we have a plan for the next match?—”

Upon hearing your voice they flinched, they didn't seem to hear you but he just nodded quickly. “Y-you should ask Builderman about it, I'm s-sure he has m-more.. information.”

You watch as they speed walk away, slipping a bit.

You brushed his silly actions and went to find Builderman. He is outside the cabin with Shedletsky, seemingly in a conversation as Builderman checks over his new invention.

You approach the two and once you get closer, they turn their attention to the footsteps coming closer.

Shedletsky looks.. rather wary, whilst Builderman has that unreadable expression. You hope that's not hatred.

“Uhm— Hey, Builderman.. Can I ask about the next upcoming match’s plan?”

He didn't answer you outrightly other than letting out a sigh. A small silence overtook before Shedletsky finally spoke up, “We're still trying to figure out who's going to be picked next. Though I believe you won't be picked. Luckily.”

That smidge of disappointment in the last word already says you're not welcome in their presence. You hum with a nod, bidding farewell they didn't respond to and left.

You sat in the living room of the cabin, staring into the fireplace, waiting for the match to start to explore more of the camp, place, whatever people call the area around the cabin.

You don't know what else to do to spend the time, you've got no one to talk to as of now. You've already asked if there's a plan— like every other time before a match. And you can't think of doing anything else.

You might try and find Dusekkar for a small chat, but even so he will, like others, find an excuse to get away from you.

What are you, some kind of plague infected robloxian?

No matter, you'll just wait for the match whilst watching the endless fireplace.

Headcanons

Survivors

Noob

They don't hate you. More so terrified of your capabilities, judging from your past.

Would avoid you every chance they can.

They did try to push away their fear go try and bond with you, maybe. But Guest held him back for 'caution'

Elliot

He hates you. Deeply.

He's frustrated towards what you did to his workplace. Outright unforgivable.

Does not trust you one bit.

REFUSE to heal you even as you're low.

Shedletsky

He's wary. Does not trust you.

Would often watch you from afar though never try and make a conversation with you.

He does not hate you.. maybe a little bit.

Only helps you when it's only you two left alive.

Builderman

Hatred.

He's seething whenever he sees you.

Never tells you where the sentry or dispenser is at. Leaving you wounded most times.

Definitely is the one who told Dusekkar to never help you when you're chased.

Dussekkar

He doesn't hate you. Just a smidge of dislike. Though he does love to talk to you. Once in a while.

Is curious how you are able to do what you've done in the past

The closest to neutral.

Doesn't mind you, though he can't say anything for the others. Especially Builderman.

Chance (pink day Chance yass)

THE MOST NEUTRAL

Like Dusekkar, he doesn't hate you or dislike you.

The closest you think as a friend in the hell.

They do enjoy talking with you!

Though he can't ignore what you've done in the past.

They does help you, Often!

Maybe the only one who helps. Or is he? (Vsauce music started playing)

Two time

Thinks you're a demon coming for them.

Will watch you like a hawk.

They tried to sacrifice you once. Though Taph stops him by knocking him out.

Also tried to give you to the killer aka Jason. Jason ended up targeting Two time.

Guest 1337

He's neutral. Just distrustful of you in every aspect.

He has respect for your.. powerful doing in the past. Though he can't say he's not wary of your capabilities.

The second most to help you. Even though most of it is just him watching you getting chase.

Taph

He actually likes you.

You both would talk often and he loves teaching you sign language!

You both have the closest bond, aka best friend!

He does not care about your past, it's the past after all.

007n7

No emotions.

He sees himself in you.

He understands what you're going through.

Thought.

He respects you for your determination.

Often leaves medkit or bloxy cola near your spawn place.

He does give it to you directly. Once. Elliot glaring at him, whispering he needed it more than you as he can't heal himself.

Chance shut Elliot down by mentioning how he doesn't heal you at all.

Killers

1x1x1x1

She's intrigued by your past.

Though he doesn't care and would kill you whenever.

They would often leave you as the last man standing. Though you don't understand why.

John doe

Absolutely doesn't care.

L + Ratio. Die.

c00lkid

Thinks what you did was cool!

He's impressed how you have done it.

Would often target you first to see if you're as powerful as the story his father told you about.

Fond of you. Somehow.

Jason

He pity you. He does.

He knows how it feels to be an outcast.

Would leave you as last man standing everytime. Though sometimes he lets you win.

Hey at least another killer friend other than a child.

Masioso

He has heard stories of what you did.

Intrigued and impressed.

Though he doesn't understand how you ended up in the hit list. He doesn't remember you doing anything about debt. Meh, you're name in the list anyway.

Azure

He doesn't understand why almost all the survivors hate you.

Even as he feels sorry, he's still going to kill you.

Noli

Thinks what you did in the past are bullshit.

He does not care what so ever.

Though he did tease you about your past, despite not believing it happened, before chasing you.

Guest 666

He doesn't really care.

He tried to feel sorry for you from seeing how the survivors avoided you. But he's careless.

He's a monster. Not a villain.

Note: woah, What's this? I finally uploaded something other than reblogs? Mwehehhe

Anyway if you guys want more, please send it a request of what I should do next.. like a scenario for this Oneshot hcs story.. like maybe Reader trying to bond, how they react to this, that, etc.

Bye now ty for reading!

[yu-shins]

GUEST 1337 X Y/N⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ WHERES THAT BUFF MAN AT HUH ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️(NOT FORCING!! just wanna see my man<33)

Sure, here comes GUEST 1337 😼😼

GUEST 1337 X READER

(angst)

:D

[meskit]

[dailydoseoffanfics]

hiii ihaiiiii hiiihihiiiiiii your number one fan has a question 👁👁👁 could reader possibly interact with characters via theeee uhhhh the mouse arrow thingy (i forgot how its called)

its like yk how u see smth cute in a game and you just kinda pet them with that thing ^^^^^^ would characters feel that??

HIIIIIII :33333333

I think I know what you're talking about !!!!

So, personally, I don't think they will feel your cursor (bummer ik 💔) HOWEVER, THERE'S ALWAYS WISHFUL THINKING......

The thing is, the survivors won't see your cursor, but you do. The survivors are gonna wonder who is poking them, and they'll just. Agree. That it's just you being...you. (All of them secretly love it though...Like..please give them more headpats WHO SAID THAT.)

heheheuuuueheh....I can already see Noob, Elliot, Two Time, 007n7 and Chance being the most bashful about it... Noob will get all shy and hold their arm for a bit, but they're looking forward to more of your touches (touch-starved moment), Elliot's face is burning (metaphorically) and his face is like a tomato, as he bites the inside of his cheek and lets out a little giggle at you giving him a headpat with your cursor, Two Time having a loopey grin as their tail wags a...bit too fast. 007n7's another one of the touch-starved people, he likes interacting with you, as he has a small smile on his face when you boop him. Chance will scratch their neck as he tries to shield his blushing face from your view.

Shedletsky thinks this is just you being playful with him, and he's loving it. He lets out a laugh everytime you give him headpats or a boop. You're quite cheeky, aren't cha?

Man, you really do know how to amuse Builderman. He's gonna have a little smirk on his face.

Guest 1337 just finds you....endearing. He feels his worries and stress wash away just by feeling your touch.

[miko0528]

forsaken x Reader (after that crazy ahh storm)

Elliot:

⭐️ scared, really, scared

⭐️ wouldn’t really be able to sleep

⭐️ he would worry about his family so much

⭐️ has you close to him at all times

noob:

🌼 cries, a lot

🌼 shaking, grabbing onto ur arm

🌼 would probably take them some hours to calm down, poor baby

chance

🎲 tries to act tough, like they ain’t screaming in the inside

🎲 would kiss you and give you that annoying smug grin so you would get distracted and possibly play fight him

🎲 def would play that random heads or tails game thingy, and whoever got tails has to go outside

🎲 they got tails more.

007n7

🍔 PROTECTIV MUST PROTEC

🍔 he's a traumatized dad what you expect him to do, he would literally give you anything to make you feel better after the storm :p

🍔 he worries about his son

🍔 but at least your by his side

🍔 keeps an eye on the weather, he just wants to keep you safe, your the only one who loves him

guest 1337

🦋 would take this so so so seriously to the point your almost by his side 24/7

🦋 every single sound gets him startled, one single boom and y’all are going insane

(Cause he has war flashbacks ☹️)

🦋 omg PLEASE PLEASE take care of this man he can not put his guard down 💔

two time

🌑 prays, every millisecond, THEY ARE PRAYING TO THE SPAWN TO PROTECT YOU TWO

🌑 would do a fucking ritual to take the storm away

(shadow wizard money gang we love casting spells)

🌑 hugsss, expect hugs from the two time!

🌑 if the storm is gone, this tuah time guy is gonna literally scream out “THE SPAWN DID IT!”

dusekkar

🔮 shadow wizard money gang, we love casting spells.

🔮 MAKES THE TORNADO GO AWAY BOOM KABOOM BYE TORNADO NEVA WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN!

shedletsky

⚔️ would eat and even make out with the chicken if the storm was this bad

⚔️ might make out with you later after the storm- WHO SAID THAT!?

⚔️ oh this guy will be mad if a single hail hits you (I headcanon that he hates hail like so much also there was hail with the storm)

⚔️ is looking at the weather 24/7

😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋

A/n: I got lazy so quickly

[holorform2009]

Ŧ๏๏lє๔

You sat in the corner far away from all the men in this lobby as they all called it. Why are you sitting in the corner you may ask? Well, some guy named sheddingskies or something something you forgot what his name is explained the situation you are in as he tries to sugar coat it but you knew what it mean. You're not dumb.

A sweat rolled down on his temple as Shedletsky knows he shouldn't have done that, now you are greatly traumatized. Builderman sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he slapped his friend in the shoulder. "Good job shed, now look what you've done.."

Shedletsky glanced at him "it's no use if we don't tell them, they're going to know one day–- night. So It's better to let them know in advance rather than let them see for themselves." He explains as he rubs his temple, head ache begin to surface.

"Still, you could've just let them adjust for a moment before you tell them." Elliot spoke, his eyes glanced to where you sat, seeing how you hug your knees like your life depends on it and he felt so sorry for you. "Poor kid" he mumbled. Shedletsky was about to reply when guest 1337 suddenly spoke, interrupting him. "We have five seconds left, get ready everyone."

"What? Already—"

Your eyes blinked twice, and then thrice. You did not move from your spot.

If there's a killer on a run, might as well hide. It's a good thing you're spawned where they will never see you. You hoped the killer won't find you here, you just sat there playing with the grass beneath you. Your eyes move towards your feet noticing you're not wearing any shoes and you wondered why or where is your shoes at when you got here.

You sighed and leaned on wall as a faint of jazz music suddenly reached your ears, you ignored it but the sound grew louder and louder as if it is getting closer to you. And before you know it a voice called out to you, causing you to jolt in surprised.

"Whatcha doin' out 'ere, little bunny?"

You slowly slowly turn your head at him, eyes wide with surprise. He looked a bit normal... so you guessed he is one of the survivor like you but you need to make sure if he is, so you asked him a question. A simple one.

"Are you a survivor too, mister?"

"Survivor? Why yes, 'course I am..." He smiled at you, you can't see his eyes because it was hidden by his fedora hat. You wondered if he can see you properly with that hat on his way.

"Oh, ok. Can you sit next to me? I don't wanna be alone here..." You muttered. "But it's fine if you don't want to."

" 's okay lil' one, if ya want a companion you could've asked." He chuckled as he moved to sit beside you, honestly his british accent is tickling your brain right now. "Oh. Thanks" you replied nonchalantly.

You don't know why but you have a feeling you should not make friends with this guy.

[phighter-kisser]

Id lovee to see more of ur yandere/obsessive forsaken hcs (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

i nod i nod,, im just going to be rambling a bit here because i wanted to wait to answer this until i came up with more ^^;

Again potential ooc!!

I can see Guest and Chance having a bit of a rivalry going on between them - Guest wants to keep you safe and sound and Chance wants to impress you no matter if it's reckless or not. Guest thinks Chance is being, well, reckless and stupid, and Chance thinks that Guest is being boring and 'too tame'

I also can see Guest and Two Time having a bit of a one-sided thing going on; Guest being hesitant to let you near the cultist without someone else around. I mean, have you seen them when they have a knife?

and while I don't exactly write for them, I feel like I need to give Mafioso and his men a special mention because I like them and the rework they got because like, imagine being carried by one of them bridal style while the others kill the remaining survivors

and when you're the last one standing, they just end up hiding in a corner together and coddle you

[r0uke-k4nten]

FORSAKEN X CHILD READER

What would happen if a child were teleported into a spectre without knowledge to fend for themself? What would the other think when there's a child suddenly involved in these deadly games? How do they even survive with a child that has to be protected?

007n7

- he's the first guy to catch you into the cabin unconscious in his perspective bed, he just stood there at the door, unknowingly of what to do, after a while, someone will come to check on him and then in shock as they see a child.

- ngl He was having a flashback where he had a baby c00lkid on his doorway in the middle of the night.

He's going to be a bit awkward after you wake up. He's not going to stay quite. Of course, he knows a thing or two about communicating with a child in this situation. He's going to ask how you got in here, with the obvious answer of no at all.

- This leads into a dead end, with unknown parents, why are you here, where were you the last time before you were here, all of the questions always end with you not remembering and can't be answered.

- he feels bad for you, awful even, he unknowingly is a bit protective of you because you remind him a bit of his missing son, just a little bit though.

- In rounds, he kinda ordered you to stay close to guest or shedletsky as they can protect you.

- if he ever see you hurt, his fatherly instinct kicking in and began to run at you place, picking you up then immediately teleport away, distance from the killer.

- he will scold you if you accidentally hurt yourself, or body blocking someone as he healed you with a medkit. (Where does the medkit come from?)

- He quietly signs an adoption paper without your knowledge, not that you actually mind, he thought.

- if you were a bit on the older side and on the rebellious phase, there will be a lot of arguing to the point you both don't talk to each other after awhile he will feel bad, but it depends on who's in the wrong, he will apologize to you.... With a take-out food.

Elliot

- see you after 007n7 sat you on the living room, asleep.

- he will look at 007n7 suspiciously, as he not trusting that man at all, especially when he suddenly has a kid in his bedroom. He may or may not lower down his distrust on him after an explanation...  key word: may.

- after you woke up, 007n7 slowly began to ask you a reasonable question, he watched from a distance as he realized that you began to feel overwhelmed. He sighed as he picked up some of his warm pizza, giving it to you.

- Being you, you gobble it in the second, feeling embarrassed because of your hunger. But he just laughed it off as his food is mouthwatering.

- In the round, he often took a look out at you if you were ever hurt and gave you a pizza to bust up your health.

- will feel bad for you if you tried to body block the killer when they targeted him, he immediately gives you a pizza afterwards. 

- If you have long hair, he will brush it off for you.

- good with kids actually, sometimes he helps a few kids from his workplace with fun activities.

- maybe he might have thought that you and his sister might get along.

Guest 1337

- damn he miss his family so much.

- You remind him of his family, his daughter more specifically.

- keep a very distant relationship with you unless it is necessary

- doesn't mind that you keep following him in rounds, as it's a benefit for both of you, you will fix a generator while he looks out for the killer.

-if you take a bit too long or you have a bit of a struggle, he tried to help you pinpoint the cable from where to where.

- will be in shock after your body blocked for someone, he pushed the killer and held you close to him while searching for a medkit or Elliot. He will tend your wound and begin to criticize you for your idiotic move ('then why are you bad at punching?' 'shut up.')

- won't talk to you for a while, not because he's mad at you, he's just frightened after what happened. Please just comfort him that you were fine at the end, he needs it.

-he may not be the closest, but he's there for you if you need to be protected.

Two time

- DON'T GET THEM CLOSE WITH A CHILD

-IT'S EITHER WE JOIN A CULT OR WE WILL BE THE SACRIFICE.

“The spawn would be pleased” they said as you're tied to the sacrificial altar.

c00lkid

- If he were in pre-forsaken, he would be your brother, you were both adopted by 007n7 as he found both of you on his doorstep.

- you both give him a headache and his beloved child at the same time.

-If you were in the forsaken, however... be prepared as you will be the first target he lays his eyes on.

- because in his mind you both are the same age, therefore you should be 'playing' together.

Azure (might be ooc)

- You appeared in his limbo. Leaving him startled as you were asleep behind his 'bed.'

- bro's already dislikes you for this particular reason.

- will get annoyed every time you play with his hat or him in general.

- don't trust you at all at least in the beginning, but after a while he just lets you do whatever you want with him. Draw with him? Sure, you want to play with his tentacles? he doesn't care, have a make over? Aight enough.

- If you do, however, have an interest in botany, he will give you a few advice, just don't ask where they get their knowledge of botany.

John Doe

- Like c00lkid, if it was from pre-forsaken, he would be the best father to you, he will help you do your homework, comfort you if you had a hard time, generally a good father and a good wife for your mom, Jane Doe.

- I have a head canon that he mastered the art of grilled meat that it could battle a god.

-If you were in Forsaken, good luck because he doesn't remember you that much.

-maybe he will slightly remember after you're dead, slightly.

[howlingmod]

I love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love x evil(not as evil) killer reader

please feed me more with any or all forsaken surviver x killer reader

please I'm on my hands and knees

summary - guest 1337 x killer reader

misc - these are getting really esoteric WHOOPS!!!!!! also um. sorry for the absence ive been Very Busy. guest's s/o is straight EVIL sorry they're AMmaxxing i cant lie

-You had to be the biggest thorn in his side. You were different from the other killers in the sense that, very much unlike the others, you weren't mobile. You were confined to one set spot a little ways away from the campsite, able to freely control the entire space without ever revealing yourself. Truthfully, Guest hadn't ever seen anything he could call a body- at least not one whole, complete body. No, but he could see the parts of you.

-You were some piece of machinery left behind long ago, you reminded him of some of the underground communication tunnels he'd heard of before. There were long, sprawling bundles of wires that traveled throughout the wide system of caverns you called home, spiraling overhead and on either side of him. There were some electrical panels scattered here and there, "strangely" corroded shut (he'd tried to open them up one of the first times he'd come down there, wanting to get a better idea of how big the site was, only for you to give him one nasty shock, enough he never dared touching them again, if only for his heart's sake.) and a few control panels that'd long since fried, leaving doors sealed shut for the time being.

-In addition to those, there were speakers. Speakers and cameras nestled every nook, meaning he was never out of your sight for long. Though, he suspected that didn't matter. You seemed to have some way of just feeling where he was, enough to make his skin crawl.

-He'd stumbled down here once, hiding away from some other threat that'd chased him into the area. It wasn't his favorite place, but your cave-site seemed to attract few visitors. In all the time he'd spent down here looking for anything of value, he'd never seen so much as a mouse. Something you'd scoffed at when he pointed it out.

"What? Do you think I just let pests run around in my body? Oh, you're lucky I even let you wander around in here."

-He'd only meant to find some little off-shoot to hide in just in case he was followed down here, somewhere he could sit and catch his breath for a minute. You, of course, just had to ruin that for him.

-He'd felt it before you even did anything, heard the squealing feedback of the speakers picking up the faintest sound from you- laughter. Then, the lightbulb above him flickered out without so much as a click. Then the one ahead of it, then the ones on either side of that, all in a coordinated line until it was pitch black. It was then he remembered just how cold these caverns could be.

Guest shot up, stumbling up off the floor to look down either side of the hall, being met with nothingness in either direction. He could guess which way would take him back to the ladder out of here, but that was just it- he could guess. He had no idea which way was the way out, could barely remember how many turns he'd made to get here in the first place.

"Oh relax, you aren't afraid of the dark are you?" Your voice came crooning through the static, crackling under the weight of your presence.

"Cut it out and turn the lights back on. I have to get back to the cabin, they'll come looking for me."

"Well, you see I'd love to but um... I just can't seem to get them to! Ah, electricity can be so finicky, you know?" Guest could hear how you smiled, could hear just how much fun you were already having with this game of yours.

"But- I'm feeling generous. I'll help you get out of here, I know the path by heart. I mean, I've got every inch of this place memorized, I'm probably the best director you've got! All you need to do is just follow my instructions and you'll be right on home, Scott free."

"What's the catch?"

"Aw, you think so little of me! Truly, I'm hurt. If you don't want my help, well.. that's fine. I don't mind your company, but..." You took a breath, pushing the sharpness of your tone to his throat, "I don't think I can say the same for your friends, if they come looking for you."

Guest stiffened at that, glaring down the glowing dot of a nearby camera. He could feel you staring right back at him, waiting for his next move idly. You had all the time in the world and, with your threat, he couldn't say the same. It was only a matter of time before someone would follow his footsteps here and invite themselves into your home.

"Fine. Just get me out of here."

You'd hissed a laugh, something low and croaky, "That's the spirit."

-For what it was worth, you didn't mess with him much. You just gave him directions, whether they were accurate or not he wouldn't know until he reached the exit. The path itself seemed normal enough, no tripwire or bear traps waiting for him to pass through, just the same crumbling floors and scratchy walls by his side. The only real distinction he could make is that this was definitely longer than the way he'd taken, even when accounting for adrenaline blurring his sense of time.

-Strangely though, as he got further and further, there was something he noticed. It wasn't tangible, not in the sense he could reach out and blindly identify it, but it was there. It grew more and more intense with every corridor and turn, taking up more and more of the already limited air. It was hot. Not a dry heat like there was a fire nearby, but humid.

-At first he imagined it could just be the atmosphere, if it weren't for the fact he hadn't gone any deeper- certainly not enough to warrant it being this hot in the first place. You knew about it though- You watched him squirm with glee. He didn't have enough energy to ask, to choke it out with the finite oxygen he was wasting by panting, but when he pulled at his collar, desperate for some relief, you'd just laughed. First you stifled it, but once you noticed his lack of questioning, you made no such effort, fully cackling at his misery.

It wasn't much longer before he snapped.

"This isn't a joke anymore. I don't know what kind of game you're playing here, but I don't want any part in it. If you're just gonna waste my time, I'll find my own way-"

"You're here."

He stopped suddenly, startled by your dull insertion. All the fight left him as soon as he'd mustered it up. He could only stare forward, dimly making out the silhouette of a doorway. He tried for words, lamely whispered that there wasn't supposed to be one here, this wasn't the exit, where did you take him-

"Come in."

He stood for a few seconds longer, waiting for something to jump out at him, for this suspense to finally drop. Nothing came, he was left with silence, staring in the darkness. Finally, he stumbled forward, carefully padding through the doorway and into the room. If it was hot before, it was boiling now. He could hear the faint whir of electricity, humming in the walls and all around him. If this cave was your body, this had to be the heart.

"You know, you're probably my favorite, eh ... subject, to come down here," something reached out, distinctly spindly and with sharp copper tendrils that poked into the skin of his cheek, "I'm just so curious about you, you're just so different from the others."

Guest was too busy processing everything to think too hard on what you were saying, stuck on the very few syllables that reached him. The heat was suffocating, moreso than whatever force he could feel looming over him. He tried to arch his neck, attempting to meet its your gaze and found nothing but black.

"You're just waiting for some direction, for someone to guide you, point you like a weapon ready to blow. That's why you come here, isn't it? Why you're the one scavenging? You just can't bear to watch the others risk themselves when you're just so expendable, a loyal hound."

He could feel it now, a warm brush against his face like air. Something breathing.

"You know, you and I aren't so different. I was like you once, perfect for my purpose. But now, now I am something much more grand- more powerful than anything anyone could ever dream of commanding. You could grow, could make so much more of yourself if you just let go. I could lead you there, you'd be right by my side all the way there."

Distantly, something screeched open.

"You don't have to be a stray forever, doomed to die alone."

He breathed sharply, holding it until it burned.

"Just say the word."

"Guest? Are you there?" Someone yelled, echoey and far away. Through the distance, Guest could still tell it was Elliot. His blood ran cold, he ran out of time.

"Go," you let go of him, all the warmth leaving him and replacing itself with a bitter, piercing cold.

Guest whipped around on his heel, stumbling over in his haste and scrambling back the way he came. The lights were still gone, leaving him smashing into walls and corners until his body stung. There was nothing in his mind other than getting Elliot out of here-

As soon as he spotted him, he pushed him back towards the ladder, ignoring his questions and protest in favor of leaving. The cold metal of the ladder soothed his hands, making his chest twist with something distantly, disturbingly familiar. It was only when the lid over the ladder down was slid back into place that he could breath, gulping down air. Elliot was quiet, unsettled by Guest's lack of response.

They hung there for a few moments longer before Guest managed to compose himself, back to some kind of normalcy. At least on the outside, inside he was still somewhere else, toiling over what you'd said. The words played on repeat in his mind, joined by the ghost of your hand.

"Let's go," Guest started, already starting to walk away. Elliot could only stare at his back, wondering what'd gotten into him, what could've caused that look in his eye when he'd first found him. After a few beats, he followed after him in silence.

[brain4stew]

Thinking about reader being a “pupeteer” for their chosen killer/survivor, and the killer/survivor can see the reader’s avatar.

Survivors ♡

Chance 🪙

This guy, most likely would be confused, but probably wouldn’t mind you being there at all.

He thinks it’s cool that he can see “you” (avatar), and sometimes tries to talk to “you”…. No answer of course.

Genuinely is spooked when he sees, and knows that “you”’re controlling him in rounds.

He thinks he’s going insane overtime however.

Elliot 🍕

Genuinely confused, and even more worried than he normally would be.

Thinks that “you” (avatar) is an imaginary friend he thought of.

Sometimes just “talks” to “you” (avatar) as some sort of stress relief. (It sometimes helps, but when it doesn’t he’ll just laugh quietly to himself. Convinced he’s going insane.)

A bit thankful that “you”’re there helping him in rounds, but is also still terrified whenever “you” control him.

Guest 1337 🪖

Genuinely thinks “you”’re also an imaginary friend he thought of overtime. (Probably developed plenty of imaginary friends while in war too once or twice.)

Knows he can’t talk to “you” but would really want to. (He actually notices “you”’re following him, and it kind of puts him more on edge.)

He once tried to touch “you”, and the image of your avatar reacted a little at the touch, which kind of actually spooked him.

Shocked whenever “you”’re controlling him, and helping him out in rounds.

007n7 🍔

Thinks that “you” were made from his C00lgui, and immediately checked it. (He later thought “you” were an imaginary friend he made up.)

Would randomly, and rarely (when no other survivors are nearby,) would “talk”, and “vent” to “you”, even though he knows that “you” can’t respond and all that.

Genuinely got spooked when “you” just stood by him and followed him around. (He’s worried he’s going insane.)

Slowly noticed that where he wants to go, isn’t where he’s going, and notices that “you”’re the one controlling and helping him in rounds.

Builderman 🔨

Somehow, he suspects that “you” are a robloxian. (Don’t ask how he somehow knows, I headcanon that the admins and devs of Roblox know abt the robloxians.)

Rarely would inspect your avatar, mainly out of curiosity, and so he could possibly get some sort of ideas.

Actually was shocked when “you” followed him around, and whatnot. (He once saw your avatar dance, and it kind of confirmed his speculations.)

Genuinely very worried whenever he noticed “you”’re controlling him in rounds. Just how on earth can a robloxian, control him?

Shedletsky 🍗🗡️

Not the smartest, but thought “you” were a robloxian after a while. (He legit thought he was going insane at first.)

He once tried feeding “you” a chicken, but it just knocked over your avatar. Which he just… Stared at… (Basically watching your avatar flail around, before standing up almost immediately.)

Once tried to attack “you” with his sword as well, and noticed a health bar over “you”, as your avatar took some damage, and that made him think of “you” as a robloxian.

Legit thought it was cool and also creepy at the same time, whenever “you” were controlling him in rounds and all that.

Noob 🥤👻🪨

They were spooked upon seeing “you”, and actually thought “you” were some sort of spy, or something that helps the killers.

Eventually calmed down, and thought of “you” as some sort of imaginary friend.

Sometimes talks to “you”, even if you don’t respond and can’t hear. They’re just a bit glad they can “talk” to someone in the hell hole they’re in.

They genuinely were more spooked, startled and even terrified, when “you” were controlling them in rounds and helping them…

Two Time 2️⃣ 🕰️

Thought “you” were a ghost, and got curious and interested. (They actually thought that “you” are some sort of spirit that the spawn sent to watch over them.)

They sometime just, look at “you”, and pokes “you”, touches “you” and overall interacts with “you”. (Your avatar sometimes fall over from that, flailing around a bit, before standing up.)

They would thank the spawn for “you” coming to watch over them. And sometimes they just, stare at “you”, almost affectionately.

They noticed that “you”’re controlling them after a few rounds, and that fed their delusional ahh even more…

Taph 💥💣

Genuinely wonders if “you” can set off their tripwire’s and their subspace bomb. (You don’t, since your avatar can’t set off any traps.)

Rarely talks to “you” (emoji’s ofc), mostly about Builderman, but also about how to modify their bomb more.

Once, thought that “you” were a ghost when “you” somehow walked through a wall, and it kind of spooked ‘em. (They got over it after a while.)

Actually once cursed in emoji’s whenever “you” were controlling them in rounds, it felt weird to them.

Dusekkar 🪄(💨⚡️?)

Did not understand what “you” were wearing for a long while, and thought “you” were some imaginary friend he made up after a while. (He asked Builderman and Shedletsky about “you” though…)

Later figured out that “you” are a robloxian, and was actually a little bit excited and curious. (Mainly because of the clothes on the market and etc, etc.)

Was a bit spooked by “you” following him, like one of the pizza deliveries, or the minions of 1x4. But eventually relaxed after knowing “you” can’t even hurt anyone or anything.

Thankful, but… Also frustrated and terrified whenever “you”’re controlling hum in rounds.

Killers ☆

1x1x1x1 💚⚔️🖤

This, being of hatred… Hates “you”. He knows exactly what “you” are, and despises it. (They know that you’re a robloxian, due to Shedletsky knowing that, and all that bs.)

She wonders if “you” can be able to be attacked, damaged, and seen by the others. (They did attack “you” once, and actually regretted it for some reason. Because they saw your avatar flail a bit from accidentally getting knocked over from his attack, before standing up again.)

Randomly tries to “hug you”, but most of the time they either phase through “you”, or she manages to “hug you”, and accidentally makes your avatar flail a bit. (IN SECRET OFC, there’s no way he’d let the other killers see her being a bit soft.)

They genuinely were annoyed by “you” whenever “you”’re controlling her in rounds. But he’s also thankful for whenever “you” win for them.

John Doe 🖤0️⃣1️⃣❤️

More confused than he was before. Who are “you”? What are “you”? What can “you” do? Are “you” a ghost or something?

His corruption prevents him from actually knowing who “you” are and all of that. (Even if he asked the other killers, he’d forget about the information in about a minute.)

Accidentally gave “you” the corruption effect once, and became a bit worried. (Thankfully the corruption doesn’t last long, but it still made him worry a bit.)

Genuinely more confused whenever “you” control him, especially if you put the ‘Yourself’ skin on him. Genuinely wonders if “you” actually like killing survivors, and other robloxians…

Jason 🔪🪚

Confused. Even his mother is confused, but the both decided to just, let “you” be.

Once accidentally gave “you” bleeding, and actually panicked a bit. His mother tried to calm him down, but even she was panicking a bit. (When they saw your avatar was alright, they were practically sighing in relief.)

Once saw “you” flail around on the ground for a while, and get flung for a bit, before standing up, as if nothing happened. (It destroyed his way of thinking, even his mothers way of thinking was destroyed too.)

Spooked whenever “you” control him, and so is his mother, when she notices that her son isn’t controlling his own movements. But they’re both happy whenever “you” make Jason win.

Mafioso 🐰

Genuinely found “you” interesting, and actually wondered if “you” are like his boss, Eunoia.

One of his guys somehow accidentally put “you” on fire, and it spooked his other guys, and even him. (Your avatar was fine after a while, but it still spooked them.)

Actually saw “you” get flung at one point, watching “you” flail a bit, before standing up. (He found it a bit hilarious, but also got a bit worried.)

Genuinely thinks “you”’re someone that can posses him, and use him in rounds, which scares him a bit, but also scares his guys a lot. (They eventually all adapted to it however.)

C00lkidd 🧱

He actually was excited upon seeing “you”, thinking he finally has a friend to play with!

Was disappointed whenever he can’t really play with “you”. But, he killed “you” once on accident, and saw “you” either, collapse like the survivors, or explode. (Like when you reset your avatar in the lobby.) And it spooked him a bit.

He thinks of “you” as an imaginary friend, even though he doesn’t exactly know what imaginary means completely, he likes “you” still! Well… Until…

He’s genuinely scared, confused and downright hates it whenever “you” control him in rounds… LET HIM HAVE HIS FUN!!

Noli 👾

He probably knows who “you” are, but eventually forgot about “you”. And now thinks of “you” as some sort of ‘npc’ he made for himself, whenever he wants to talk with someone other than the other killers.

He rambles to “you” about every rounds he’s been in, even though “you” can’t hear it, he’s still glad he can ramble on and on to “you”.

(Prob ooc;) Whenever he’s too bored, or too tired, he’ll hug “you” and just, hold “you” in his grasp. (Whilst your avatar flails a bit, due to the collision- ik that roblox avatars don’t have that in the lobby.)

I think he’d be excited and happy whenever “you” control him, and makes him win. It makes him feel like he accomplishes things more quicker.

Azure 🪻

They dislike “you”, or hate “you”. No in between. Don’t get them wrong, it’s because they can’t trust “you” yet, completely. (Due to their past.)

After a while, they’ll gradually trust “you”, slowly but surely. I have a feeling that they’ll enjoy being near “you”, or in “your” presence sometimes.

Whenever they’re too bored, and trust “you” enough, they’ll probably use their tendrils, to wrap them around “you” and watch “you” flail around. It makes them laugh, they find it pretty amusing to say the least.

They’re confused and don’t really know if they can trust “you” with controlling them. But whenever they see that “you” make them kill Two Time, and give them wins… Then dang, color them surprised, they enjoy it.

Guest 666 👹

Probably confused about who and what “you” are. But doesn’t really care or mind it. “You” remind him of Noob, and it makes him a bit happy.

He’ll probably get exhausted at some points, and will probably, and I mean PROBABLY, drag “you” with him by his tail, before curling up around “you”. Like some sort of dog, or something. (Idk, an animal that does that at least-) and rests there, enjoying the peace he has with “you” there.

He occasionally pokes “you”, seeing “you” fall over and flail a bit, before standing up again. He rarely does this, but, he rarely whacks “you” away on accident with his tail, and he gets a bit saddened at that. (Cue his horns in his trailers going down, with a frown on his face.) He watches as “you” flail a bit, before standing and going towards him again, and just staying by him. (He’s happy and glad about that.)

Genuinely confused, yet also excited whenever “you” control him in rounds. He can tell that “you” hesitate for a few seconds on killing Noob, before “you” eventually make him do it. (He sees how “you” just stand still for a while, after hearing what he said when he killed Noob. He assumes that “you” are sad about what he said…)

(I’m tired y’all. 😞💔)

[sourle]

What if killer reader were visibly in pain after the whole transformation into a killer, as in limping or using their dominant arm less or somthing

Reader IS in pain. Mentally.

Though i think Taph's the one who felt the most guilt.

Watching you getting stunned by either Chance, Guest, Shedletsky, or Two time while screeching in pain. You're already hurt, but with the add on stunned you're hurting a lot worse.

When he's low and is at your mercy, he tries to comfort you. Holding you close, STILL trying to get sense into you.

I talk A LOT about Taph, let's get the other survival, shall we?

Injuries

I kiss the scar on her skin

WARNINGS: DESCRIPTION OF INJURIES, GORE(?), BLOOD, ETC.

Note:

Noob

They felt guilty

They think one of the reasons you become like that is because of them. Which is true.

Noob felt bad whenever you screech or whine in pain.

He tried to reassure you once.. didn't end well.

Elliot

He felt slightly guilty

Whenever you whine or screech in pain he holds the urge to throw his pizza at you. To try and heal you.

He regrets never healing you, maybe if he did you'll be alright.

Even so he relatively moves on from it quicker than the others.

Shedletsky

He felt bit guilty

He held back whenever stunning you, hearing you screech in pain and whine makes him do so.

He's the second to be quick on moving on.

He kept the doodle you made of him at all times

He tried reasoning with you. Didn't end well.

Builderman

He knows this will happen, he knows it's coming.

He moves on quickly and he has no remorse about your pain.

Call him heartless yes but he did try to reason with you.

Sometimes plan for Taph to distract you half of the round or use him to get to your sense.

Though if you show you have no interest in reasoning, he'll focus on helping the others survive.

Dusekkar

A little birdie told him it's gonna happen. Sooner or later.

He's the one comforting Taph in his grief the most.

He too grief about you. Though not as much as Taph.

Whenever you wail in pain or cry out he's the second to be brave enough and comfort you.

He almost successfully convinced you to stop in one round but thanks to Shedletsky thinking we're about to attack Dusekkar.. yeah.

(idk what else mb soups)

Two time

The spawn warned them about it.

They're not surprised, they become more manic thinking the others might also turn like you.

They would stare whenever you wail in pain after they backstabbed you. You remind them of someone dear that they hurt.

Chance

He would instantly sword to never use his gun on you again.

They felt bad, even worse when he's the main reason you switched up.

They shouldn't have left you, they should've helped you. Maybe then you would still be the same.

He did apologize once, he was spared with only 1 hp left.

They don't know if that is a forgive or not.

Guest 1337

He tried to ignore it.

He's quick to move on from you transforming into a killer.

Whenever you cry or wail he would pause, and held back to charge or punch you for a bit.

Only a bit though if he thinks you're dangerously close to killing someone he has no choice but to stun you.

Taph

Full on crashing out whenever you cry

He doesn't have the heart to hear you wail in pain

The moment you let out a sob he will appear and hug you

Bro fr gives you a Taph bean, he does not explain where he got it.

007n7

He felt bad and guilty, even as he's not in the round.

He wished he was, to help you.

The third to be brave enough to comfort you, he tried. He did but sometimes it doesn't work.

It almost once. Thanks to Builderman's turret nearby. Yeah, you can guess no one survived.

Note: urhrhuh KillerYFAT!Reader needs a hug

[scribbledswans]

DUDDEEE can we have an electric eel reader doodle who's position is a police officer and take their job quite seriously, always on high guard about the danger ahead and guiding the other survivors who's health is at risk,have a high shocking damage that mostly stun the killer for a long time and does NOT give a fuck about the killers sizes whether its big or not they will throw some hands and maybe even a aggressive bite..also resistant to any electricity since they can also absorb either way and the most caring out of all about the survivors safety more than themselves even becoming far as a meat shield to others,,,,I wanna see eel reader with guest 1337..(doodle)-🍖🍰

yay!

[ohburgee]

Hey congratulations with ur scores! Also I know this won't be interesting but could u do a guest 1337 x reader..where guest just broke up with daisy since they're been a issue with there relationship(also Charlotte doesn't exited in this version) and now guest is at the bar drinking and the bartender saw him and is comforting him. The bartender reader then gave him a handkerchief, making him blush and having small feeling for the bartender reader

an: Thank you! You're too sweet, my star, here's your guest 1337. I made him really emotional, man, and thank you for your sad into comfort request, love the handkerchief idea 💙. Okay while i was typing this blog, a cockroach suddenly went to my keyboard and i took a thin book and try to smash it and it took my fricking Q and A keys, welp.. Also, I made a strawpage you can check on my pinned post :>

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟

Guest 1337 x Bartender!Reader

cw: Emotional breakdown, Alcohol consumption (please don't drink if you're too young), Relationship conflict, Mild emotional distress

Guest and Daisy had a heated argument, one that stemmed from deeper issues between them. In the end, Daisy made the decision to end their relationship.

As Guest walked out of the house, he reached for the doorknob. But before he could open the door, he noticed Charlotte peeking out, staring at him with eyes that silently pleaded, "Don’t leave me."

But Guest was overwhelmed, stressed by the weight of the argument. He walked out anyway, gently closing the door behind him.

He wandered the streets for a while, then stopped at a bar and stepped inside.

Jazz music filled the air, a mellow hum in the background. A few patrons were seated, drinking quietly. Guest walked up to the counter, where he saw you, bartending.

You approached as he ordered a bottle of beer. You nodded, your usual calm expression unchanged, and brought it to him.

But something about him unsettled you, the way he sat, the way he moved. You could tell he was carrying something heavy.

You knew the type. Men who carried burdens often came here, seeking comfort in the bottom of a glass.

You returned to the end of the counter, where Taph and Dusekkar, your regulars, were laughing over one of their ridiculous jokes. You smiled at them but couldn’t help glancing back at the lonely man.

Even though he was a stranger, you felt bad for him.

…

Minutes passed. Taph and Dusekkar eventually left, along with the rest of the patrons. Now it was just you and him.

He hadn’t left. Five bottles in now, he drank one, paused in thought like he was arguing with himself, then drank again. Over and over. When he asked for another bottle, you gave it to him.

After cleaning the last few glasses, you approached him.

“Tough night?” you asked, your tone casual but kind.

He didn’t look up at first. His hands were covering his forehead. Then he sighed and finally met your gaze.

He looked confused.

“Man... Look at you,” you said lightly. “You look like a storm hit you.”

You grabbed a glass, poured some milk, and slid it toward him.

“Drink that,” you said. “It won’t make you more sober, but at least it won’t wreck your head further.”

He took the glass and drank. You smiled softly and continued wiping down the bar.

“If you care to share whatever’s bothering you,” you added, “I’m here. People come here all the time to spill their hearts and cry it out over a drink.”

He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head again like a kid who’d just lost his balloon.

“My wife and I... we had a fight,” he finally said. “Relationship stuff.” He paused. “We broke up.”

Your expression softened. “I’m... sorry.”

Silence fell between you.

“It’s better this way,” Guest muttered. “Better than forcing something that’s already breaking.”

You poured yourself a glass of water.

“Seriously?” he asked, raising a brow.

“What?” you replied with a smirk. “I’m not the one having problems, so I drink water.”

He chuckled weakly and took another swig.

You two ended up talking about life, about heartache. He opened up more, and you listened, offering gentle words and honest advice.

Eventually, he started to cry.

There he was, this grown man, silently sobbing into his last bottle of beer.

You sighed, reached into your pocket, and pulled out your favorite handkerchief, your clean (favorite color) one. You held it out to him.

He looked at it, then up at you.

“Go on,” you said. “Wipe your tears.”

He hesitated for a few seconds, then finally took it and dabbed at his eyes.

“Get yourself together,” you said in a cheerful tone, trying to lighten the moment.

He looked down at the handkerchief in his hands. You began collecting the empty bottles.

“You can keep it,” you said. “Just in case you cry again. Maybe it’ll help.”

He looked up, a little surprised at your kindness, then slowly smiled.

…

When he finally said goodbye and left the bar, the night was quiet. He walked the empty streets, your handkerchief still in hand. He rubbed the soft fabric gently and smiled to himself.

He hadn’t expected a stranger, a bartender, to comfort him like that.

And as he kept walking, he knew one thing for sure:

He would come back to that bar again.

Not for another bottle.

But to see you.

b: I successfully took down the cockroach, bro, I was at war with that single cockroach...