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The Spectre was a being full of power. It relished and fed on the sufferings of its victims. This high and mighty being was the reason why some selected few were forced to endure a torturous routine of dying over and over again. 

  But something was missing. It was as if the realm that the Spectre had personally created was...boring them.

  For the first time in what seemed years, the Spectre had no ideas in its "all-knowing" mind. 

   Until something...clicked in its mind.

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    Click. 

  Elliot turned off the lamp in his cabin. He was exhausted with last round, since last round had been straining, not to mention he was Last Man Standing against John Doe.

  His eyes were blanched in dark circles, his hair not in a good state, but he still kept trying to be useful for the team.

  He walked over to his bed in the dark, as he laid down on the stiff mattress.

“How long has it been? Weeks? Months? Years?” 

Elliot thought to himself. It felt like he was in this hell for eternity, this damned prison that kept him and other Robloxians from returning to their lives.

I mean, how could any of this happen? One day he was just tossing pizzas and delivering them to customers, next thing you know he's out here fighting for his life and healing whoever is on the brink of death!

Elliot shook his head to get out of his thoughts, staring at the ceiling even though he couldn't see it. As he sighed, Elliot shifted slightly over, facing the dark room of the cabin. He checked his watch; the ONLY thing that would keep him on track with the time. 12:47 AM.

Damn it was late.

Elliot groaned slightly, as his eyes slowly closed to the fatigue. 

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Shedletsky. Former Admin of Roblox HQ, the right hand of Builderman, the CEO of Roblox HQ.

They were partners, co-workers, keeping Robloxia safe from threats, bugs, hackers, all that stuff!

Shedletsky was a respected figure in the community, especially after making a certain realm called ‘Sword Fight on the Heights.’ He was all mighty and powerful, and a good man nonetheless…sometimes.

But things change, and so it did.

And there he was, a former admin and in some terms; a god, resting pathetically on his bed. Sure, he was powerful and all but..in here? That seemed impossible. Ever since he was captured and left to face off the same foes for so long, he couldn't help but feel...helpless. Useless.

 Unable to protect.

 I mean, that was his job! A protector of Robloxians, no matter how..unruly his past self was or how he ran things back then. But things are different. He was different. 

 He ruffled his hair as he got ready for bed, waiting to suddenly fall asleep and forget everything that was happening all around him.

He didn't know if there was ever going to be a way to get out of this prison. The survivors have tried, multiple and countless of times. Even one time, Shedletsky wandered all around the main cabin and outside all around to see if there was a way to escape. How the hell did he not lose his sanity you ask? Even he didn't know.

Shedletsky started to close his eyes after half an hour, now finally asleep after thinking about the past for so long.

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    What the fuck.

    WHAT THE FUCK?

  Elliot woke up once he saw he was in a totally different environment. The place was way different than his cabin and the Forsaken Realm, which clearly alarmed the poor pizza delivery driver. 

  He tugged his sleeves out of habit, not wanted to overstimulate and assume the worst. He sat up from the bed, which was oddly comfortable and softer than the one in his cabin. He took a deep breath as he neatened up his red shirt, leaning over a bedside table to see if he still had his visor, which turned out was on his head from the start. Odd. He tilted his head up after exiting the small little house where he woke up, which was set in a place seemingly underwater.

    UNDERWATER? 

  Despite being a Robloxian, a citizen of one of the places where the most astonishing thing could happen, he never would have expected that a place like this would have existed, since well...he was breathing underwater.

  Elliot sheepishly walked, still unfamiliar with the place as he trotted through the sand. It seemed he was alone, which made Elliot feel uneasy. Even though this place was weird and wacky in all categories, the calming sound of the water and the oddly warm environment made Elliot feel like he was witnessing nature at its peak. The pizza delivery driver kept walking until he spotted a small silhouette in the distance. From Elliot's perspective, they wore black clothing. When he walked closer to take a look, he knew it was someone from the Forsaken Realm, a certain someone who Elliot had to throw pizzas at periodically because of his luck.

  Even so, Elliot was relieved seeing Chance alright. The gambler still didn't notice Elliot, but he seemed somewhat...familiar with the terrain. Elliot quickly ran to the unaware gambler, tapping them on the shoulder as he jumped up in surprise. 

 "####!" Yelped the surprised gambler, who's fedora almost fell off his head. When they saw who tapped them on the shoulder, they quickly regained their composure as they took a deep breath. 

 "Telamon..you scared me there heh...seriously. Stop doing that."

  "Whoops, sorry Chance! Didn't mean to scare you!"

   Elliot chuckled a bit, apologizing to Chance as they both looked around the place again. Seemed like they were in the middle of nowhere..minus the fact that there was a huge structure smacked in the middle of the place. Was the huge structure always there or was Elliot's eyes betraying him? 

  "In all my years I've been alive, I've seen exploiters and met a ton of admins. But never have I ever seen this place before." 

  Elliot said, the both of them heading towards the big structural wall that was smacked into the middle of the realm. It seemed to be a long bridge above the water, six platforms surrounding the bridge. The closer the two got, the closer they saw that there were hostages tied on each platform. They didn't seem to have a facial expression, but this sight made Elliot feel uneasy, while Chance was straight up curious.

  "What the hell? This is uh.... intriguing!" 

   Chance said, who was now climbing upward and now atop the bridge. Elliot followed in pursuit, curious at what could be up here. After staring ahead, they spotted another one of their comrades at the other side of the bridge, trying to figure out...something? From where Elliot was standing, he couldn't really see what he was doing. The other had curly brown hair, yellow wings, and a sword attached to his hips. 

  "Shedletsky?"

  Chance and Elliot said in unison, looking at each other before running towards the admin. The swordfighter immediately turned around, looking at the other two as he walked towards them. 

   "Sup. Seems you're both here as well, ey?" The admin said, pointing out the obvious. Chance nodded, still looking around as if he was searching for confirmation on where they were. "The place seems familiar to me, but I can't wrap my head around it." Chance said, still admiring the serene view. Shedletsky hummed slightly as he thought deep as well. Elliot looked back and forth between the two, which made him look like he was the only one who didn't know about this place's existence which with all honesty? Yeah, he never did.

  "I've been here years ago. I don't necessarily remember this place, but it was one of the more uh...closed off realms. Sure, people do come here often but it's just..not fairly public to the eye."

 Shedletsky said, now looking around while the three were caught in an awkward silence with each other. Elliot sighed as he waited for the other two for a response, since he wasn't familiar with this place at all. 

  "OH! Yeah, I remember now. Uh..the Dreamsphere. Basically...I think?"

    Shedletsky said. I mean, he was an admin for a reason, but why the hell does Chance feel familiar with this place? Right after Elliot had that thought, Chance let out a soft "oh" sound, as if they remembered something. "Oh yeah, I think my..friend mentioned this place before. Said he worked here, I suppose? Eh, I forgot."

  Chance said, shrugging as if it wasn't important.

    Elliot never really paid attention to some parts in school when it came to learning about realms honestly, it was always the same thing every topic. But now? By Builderman, he wished he actually did pay attention. 

  "What's that?" Elliot asked, now pointing at the little table with six buttons on it. Shedletsky shrugged as he looked over. 

  "Dunno. It didn't do anything when I tinkered around with it." Shedletsky said, now walking down into the water again, the other two following right behind him. "Uh, where are we going?" Elliot asked. Elliot hoped that Shedletsky just wasn't going in one direction because his gut said so, he tends to do that quite a lot during rounds. "Back to the little bed in the house. I remember having to do that in here." Shedletsky said as the three ventured back to the little house which was not that far away from the structure.

  Damn. Maybe Elliot is blind.

  After arriving back to the little house that barely holds the three of them, Chance sat on the bright red bed, which was soft and comfortable. Suddenly, a pop up appeared in front of the three saying: "VOTE TO SLEEP."

  Assuming that was choosing yes was the only way to get out of this realm, they quickly clicked on it. They were all then shoved onto the bed, being pulled by a powerful force of gravity until their vision went black. 

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  After a few moments, Elliot's eyes opened up. He groaned as he sat up groggily, now laying down on the bed while his other two teammates were dropped on the ground. Elliot observed the room around them, seeing the same old red bed and the same brown interior that surrounded the three survivors. Where the hell were they anyway. 

 Elliot slowly got off the bed as he crouched down to check on his still sleeping teammates. They were going to wake up sooner or later anyway, so best he left them alone. Elliot couldn't even pick them both up and put them on the singular bed even if he tried anyway. 

  As Elliot tidied up the bed a bit, he suddenly heard a female voice. A somewhat high-pitched voice yet a stern tone called out to the pizza delivery guy, wary of his sudden appearance. 

  The woman had dark brown hair in low ponytails, and a big brown hat covering her head. She seemed like she was around the age of twenty, and she was probably the one who lived in this house. 

  "Who are you?" 

  Said the woman, Elliot and her staring at each other in awkward silence.

    Okay seriously, what the hell could Elliot do in this situation? 

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    Upon traveling further on the ocean floor, they realize that this dream is called ‘Ocean Lab’. They wander endlessly, soon finding a structure with…six hostages that are dead silent. Elliot looked skeptical about this entire place, while Chance and Shedletsky glanced at the control panel accompanying the huge structure. The control panel doesn’t seem to do anything except change the colors of the hostages, so they left.

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   Walking. Walking..is that all happens in this dream? Chance keeps looking around, hoping to find something different than just some foliage and sand. Speaking of which, some sort of hole seems to be engraved in the sand, which Shedletsky finds quite strange. Shedletsky has never seen this before while he was traveling the Ocean Lab, so to be sure, he looked down the hole, which turned out to be some sort of tunnel that led to another dream. Elliot squinted his eyes to look downwards at the dream below, which looked snowy and blue. “Ten-Mou.” Shedletsky said as he suddenly jumped down without a warning, leaving a dazed Elliot and an intrigued Chance. 

  “If the admin himself jumps down, must mean we can go down I guess.” Chance said before joining Shedletsky in the dream. Elliot sighed as he breathed in and jumped down as well, which..there was a softer landing than expected. “Huh. That wasn’t as bad as I thought!” Elliot said as he got up, patting the dust or snow that got on him in the process. The three of them looked around, seeing the buildings, orbs, and the bridges they were standing on that were connecting from one place to the next. “Since my last meeting with Eunoia, there should be a place where you could go to the Upper Ten-Mou, to see Lady Dream.” Shedletsky said as he fluttered his wings again out of instinct. Probably because it was chilly in this certain dream realm.

  They started climbing up on top of a building, where there was a blue platform with a transparent blue beam gleaming out of it. Assuming this is the portal, they walked into the platform, only to be teleported to a snowy and cloudy crater.

     Upper Ten-Mou.

   “Hello! Isn’t it such a lovely weather today?” An ethereal voice called out to the three. They all turned around, only to be met with a woman, or specifically a female android selling items in her shop. She had a light cyan-ish blue hair, with a snowflake tiara on her head. She wore a white apron, underneath is a grey-ish teal dress with a red ribbon tied around her neck area.

     “Lady Dream.” Shedletsky started as he bowed his head down in respect, while the android did the same. “Fancy seeing you here Telamon! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Eunoia asked as she gave them a radiant smile. “Oh? Have you brought more acquaintances? I don’t think I’ve seen them before in the Dreamscape.” Eunoia asked curiously as she stepped out of her shop post, walking a bit closed to the three of them. “Best we introduce ourselves, it’s best we know how to address one another before assuming what we were named.” Eunoia said as she clasped her hands together.

   Elliot smiled slightly as he took his hand out to greet Eunoia, while the android did the same. They both joined hands and started shaking together. “Elliot! Pleasure to meet you, Miss Eunoia.” Elliot said professionally, hoping to make a good first impression on the princess. “Likewise!” Eunoia said as they both released their hands. Eunoia shifted towards Chance, while Chance bowed down slightly. “Chance, Lady Dream. It’s an honor seeing you today.” Chance said with a bit of a charm, while positioning his shades. “Pleasure seeing you too.” Eunoia said as she did a slight curtsy. “Now that’s out of the way, what is your business here? Only some come here on important business, so I assume it’s the same here?” Eunoia asked as she led them inside of the stone place around them, leading them to a table. They all sat down around the table, while Eunoia went to go get some snacks and tea for the three. 

    When Eunoia returned to the table, Shedletsky started speaking first. “Well..Lady Eunoia. We were never supposed to come here at all. The Spectre never allowed contact to other realms. So when we came here, we didn’t know if this was some sort of meaning. So we walked and walked until we found the tunnel that led to Ten-Mou.” Shedletsky started with. Eunoia nodded sometimes as she placed her hand to her chin, clearly thinking deeply about something. After some time, she started to speak. “And what is this Spectre? Why is it so relevant?” Eunoia asked. “To summarize it..it’s just some ###### entity that likes to torture us. In a hell. An endless cycle of surviving and dying basically.” Chance jumped in, his hand resting on his cheek as Eunoia took in that information. “That’s odd. That story matches to when my absent Squire suddenly went missing. He recently returned back, so he should be around here somewhere. Best I could ask him?” Eunoia suggested. 

   A Squire returning back..a squire that went through a constant cycle of dying?..

  ‘It sounds a bit familiar.’ Chance thought inside of his head. 

 Shedletsky nodded, along with Elliot and finally Chance. Eunoia nodded back in response, and gotten up to go get this Squire. Moments later, Eunoia went out of the picture of the room. Chance glanced at the other two, who were looking back at Chance. “That Squire seemed familiar by Lady Eunoia’s words. Honestly, sounds like a certain mafioso…get what I’m sayin’..?” Chance said quietly, speculating something. Shedletsky looked away, contemplating. “Yeah it sounds sort of like him..but do you think he’s here?” Shedletsky asked while Chance shrugged. “It could be possible. I mean, we’re dreaming and temporarily outside of the Forsaken Realm..thought something like that would never happen.” Elliot responded back. 

    A few moments later, two different footsteps were heard through the halls as both Eunoia and said Squire walked into the room. The three looked at the Squire, all of them thinking the same thing.

    ‘Oh shit. It really IS him.” 

      Mafioso. 

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   Mafioso, one of the higher ups of the Mafia, Right Hand man and Squire of Lady Dream; Eunoia. 

Suddenly one day, he was snatched from the Dreamsphere and into a prison of some sort. Some just called it a prison, others more specifically call it the ‘Forsaken Realm’ or something. He and his selected men from the Mafia were given one role from this so called Spectre.

  “Kill them all. These are the people listed by Lady Eunoia that are in debt. Your job is to exterminate them all.”

Well he exterminated them all, alright. But this kept going on repeatedly. Like it was some sort of game. He’s seen many of these survivors die by his hand, but never permanently gone. Even his men have grown tired, trying to capture those who are claimed to be in debt by the Spectre. It was getting irritating. But he couldn’t just fight the Spectre now, can he? He couldn’t just barge in on the Spectre, it’s clearly non-existent in a physical form. Hell, even Mafioso had even taken a liking into one of the survivors during the time. He had always thought that one gambler was always intriguing when they see each other. The gambler pointing the flintlock in front, gambling his chance of whether or not the said flintlock would explode on him or not.

   Never mind that, he told himself. He couldn’t just dwell on that. He has to find a way to head back to Lady Eunoia; she must be worried that some of her men have disappeared without a word. 

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   Sweet Builderman, he was back to the Dreamsphere. After irritating rounds of endless murder, he finally escaped. It wasn’t like he totally wasn’t done with murdering people out of business matters, at least his job in the Dreamsphere actually gave him occasional and longer breaks than what the Spectre had given him since many sleepwalkers aren’t actually as stupid to start attacking Mafia members, OR fall off cliffs or ledges to decrease their studs. Minus a certain one of course, but that wasn’t as important as right now. Mafioso and his men were transported in one of the dreams: Ten-Mou. Seeing as they were free, or assumed they were, they rushed to find one of the closest Eunoias they could find. When they got to Eunoia, the first thing they saw was Nashatra, happily chatting with Eunoia. What was Mafioso going to do?

   Chase her of course. She IS one of the sleepwalkers on their target list. Just because Mafioso was gone for some time didn’t mean for Nashatra to have an easy time in the Dreamsphere. After said fiasco, Mafioso and Eunoia quickly checked up with each other, since they were both great friends with each other. Never mind whatever happened in the Forsaken Realm, he hopes he never gets to see anything related to that realm.

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   Fate is such a cruel thing. Not only is he seeing three certain people from said Realm, one of them was that damned gambler. What was he going to do? Another one of these survivors was that pizza man from Builder Brother’s Pizza. He always liked their pizza, so he used to send men to the real world to collect some. The last one was Shedletsky, the all powerful Telamon from a few years back. He remembered seeing him visit the Dreamsphere a few years ago, since it had caught a bug that the admin had to come down for maintenance. Huh. Interesting reunion of many sorts. 

   “Fancy seeing you three again.” Mafioso responded to the three, his voice intimidating yet straightforward. Chance smiled awkwardly while Elliot took a sharp breath and glanced back away from him. Both of them had one thing in common; they always feared Mafioso because of his menacing demeanor. “Hey Mafioso! Soo..like..tell me you’re not the only one confused about how the Spectre decided to let us be here? Well, we ARE dreaming obviously BUT…” Shedletsky questioned Mafioso awkwardly. Not like he really feared the Squire, it was that it was fucking awkward that he worked for Lady Eunoia? Sure! He saw a little version of him, he was sure…but he didn’t know Mafioso was the same Squire from a few years back. So it was pretty awkward indeed.

   “The Spectre released me and my men a few days earlier, so I assumed that I would never get to see you again.” Mafioso sighed as he sat down next to Eunoia. “The Spectre hasn’t been doing anything in the Forsaken Realm for the past few weeks. Seems it’s bored.” Mafioso explained, sharing his speculation to the others. “For you all to be in the Dreamsphere shouldn’t be possible unless you are outside of the Forsaken Realm. So it’s best for you to wake up and check.” Mafioso said as Eunoia nodded slightly. “Considering your situation and stories, the Spectre does not allow any of you to even dream in the realm.” Eunoia said. 

    “It’s best you all wake up now. If my Squire has returned to his former realm, you have returned as well.” 

The three nodded, their hearts pounding.

  Does this mean they can go?

  Can they finally rest?

  See their families? Loved ones?

   Maybe..just maybe they finally can as the three of them rests their eyes, and awake in different locations.

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   This certain Robloxian was woken up by a startling sound. Crying. Wailing. What in the Telamon is going on?

  007n7 rises up from his bed, which was somehow more comfortable than the one he usually sleeps on in the cabin. Did he get a new mattress? Is this an apology gift from the Spectre? Nah, don’t be ridiculous..the Spectre is not one for apologies or sympathy. He groggily rubs his eyes as he lunges over to the small table next to him, trying to locate his glasses. More focused and awake, he notices the cries are growing louder and louder, as footsteps rush on the wooden floorboards. 

   “DAAAAAAD!!” 

 ‘Dad?’ 

  007n7 thought, surely taken by surprise. Wasn’t this the voice of one of the killers? C00Lkidd, right? Why was he calling him dad? Was 007n7 a dad? He doesn’t remember ever having a kid.

   More stomping can be heard as a small, red, and slightly demonic figure ran into the room, tears visible on the child’s face. “DAADD! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY!!” The little kid screamed, leaving 007n7 starstruck. He was so confused, so he froze. The red kid jumped onto his bed, and started to squeeze the LIFE out of 007n7. 

   “I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!! PAPA IM SO SORRY!” 

007n7 tilted his head slightly at the little, pathetic child in his arms. He looked around the room, only to find many different picture frames of him and this kid. After a few moments, he finally looked down at the kid. He felt the wetness prodding his eyes. He tightened his hold on the little being in his arms, who was constantly apologizing in his father’s arms.

  This was his child.

   His baby.

  Did his baby come to his senses? Did the Spectre finally give them mercy? 007n7 felt the tears falling down, his head resting on top of C00LKIDD. “My son..my son..!” 007n7 exclaimed happily, as he tightened the hug. He thought he would never see the son he raised up, and forever lost to the Spectre’s twisted game. “PAPA, I DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT THEM! I NEVER MEANT TO HURT THEM!! DAD I DIDN’T WANT TO HURT YOU!!..” C00LKIDD wailed out. 007n7 hushed C00LKIDD down, patting them repeatedly and rubbing his back. “I know. I know. You never wanted that to happen. It’s fine okay? Your pops is okay. You’re okay..” 007n7 said, trying to reassure C00LKIDD. 007n7 looked around once more, paying closer attention to his surroundings. He seemed to be back in his own house, before he got transported to the Forsaken Realm. 

  007n7 scooped up C00LKIDD, and brought him to the kitchen which was…a mess! There were still dirty dishes..which were somehow still intact and not molded yet. He checked the fridge, just to see some more surprisingly not rotten either. Hey, at least the Spectre showed a bit of mercy on the house. The counters WERE dusty though, and there were spider webs all around the place. He sighed as he placed C00LKIDD down on the couch, as he looked to find at least something to feed his kid. He checked the freezer, where he found a popsicle. ‘Better than nothin”.’ 007n7 thought as he brought it over to the quiet child. “C00LKIDD, buddy, come on. Eat this. We’ll find something better for you, alright?” 007n7 said as C00LKIDD took the popsicle and started eating it. 

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   How long has it been since him and C00LKIDD got transported to the Forsaken Realm? Surely at least a few weeks. The hacker and his son were taking a walk around the place, which still looked the same from before. A few steps further, he saw a familiar pizzeria, one he and his son used to terrorize on the daily. Before said fiascos, 007n7 and Elliot did have a stable friendship for a year, until 007n7 started his passion in hacking. 007n7’s younger, and immature teen mind would think it would be funny to terrorize his friend’s family business a few times..but it certainly didn’t work out. He knows he’s not forgiven in the slightest, but there are times when Elliot does speak with 007n7 sometimes during their days in that hell. 

   “C00LKIDD, let’s go to that fast food restaurant over there. We need to get you some food.” 007n7 said as he led his son over to the nearby restaurant. “Okay!!” C00LKIDD exclaimed. C00LKIDD never seemed as joyful as before. His voice had a bit of a pained sound, but come on, the kid just realized he murdered a ton of people when he thought he was playing tag…poor kid.

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 They arrived at the fast food place, now waiting in line. 

When it was finally their turn, 007n7 quickly placed an order for two regular cheeseburgers, a side of fries, some chicken nuggets. They went to go eat their food, which were piping hot and delicious for the two. 007n7 took a bite of his burger, which made him sigh in satisfaction. He had forgotten how much a good ol’ burger would hit for times like these. 

  Maybe they could go back to their old lives. 

   But something feels off.

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    Holy shit it actually happened. He was finally free. 

    He can finally see his wife. 

   Shedletsky awoke in front of his old house, which was still the same as he remembered. Seeing this house gave him adrenaline, and he couldn’t wait to see his wife who he missed dearly. He had fought so hard in Forsaken, every stun he landed, every slash he missed…it was all worth it in the end. He clutched his chest as he gotten up from the hard sidewalk. His wings fluttered in excitement, as he ran to the door of the house. He tried to open the door, but unfortunately, it was locked.

         Well no shit. Common sense.

   Shedletsky sighed as he checked his pocket, which for some reason, he still had the house key from before he gotten Forsaken’d. He looked at the dangly little trinket in his hand as he slid the key in the keyhole, finally opening said door that was blocking him to lunging on his wife. He looked around the interior of the house, looking at the old picture frames of him and his wife, him as Telamon, his wife, and…another small being in one of the picture frames. He then closed the door, and started walking forward to the master bedroom. Then he saw her. A woman in a purple bun, rainbow glasses..purple hoodie.

         It’s her. Brighteyes.

  Brighteyes looked up from the bed, who was formerly looking at her wedding ring still on her finger. Before looking at the other admin, Brighteyes looked like she was irritated, yet still sorrow. When she looked up and saw Shedletsky, she froze and her eyes widened. After what felt like forever, Shedletsky started taking a few steps further toward Brighteyes, as the said woman quickly rose up from the bed and ran into Shedletsky. Like wind passing through an object violently, Brighteyes lunged into Shedletsky’s arms as Shedletsky gladly greeted her with open arms. 

    “Where were you?! I was so worried!” Brighteyes cried out, yet her words muffled since her face was buried in her husband’s chest. How long has it been since they actually seen each other? Shedletsky dug his face into Brighteyes’ shoulder as he tightened the hold on his wife, afraid he’ll be forced to go into torment once again. “Brighteyes- oh my god! Ha ha ha..how long has it been since I saw you?” Shedletsky asked. Brighteyes looked back at her husband, who was still burying his face in her shoulder. “Six months.” Brighteyes answered. Shedletsky tilted his head to show his eyes to his wife. Six months of being alone. Six months without seeing his wife. “You waited for that long? Glad to know that all the time in that hell I was transported in was worth it if this was the prize.” Shedletsky said with a bit of sarcasm. “Hm..glad to know that my husband still is too prideful to admit defeat.” Brighteyes said as she smiled, then giving Shedletsky a quick peck on the head.

“Hahaha.” Shedletsky laughed as the couple moved a few steps back and into the bed, the bed they shared since they had gotten married. “I love you so ####ing much.” Shedletsky said as he drifted to sleep. “Same here.” Brighteyes replied, not yet going to sleep but just hugging and cuddling the husband she had waited six months for.

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      It’s been a while since he’s seen these familiar walls. The lights, the red carpet, the sound of utter joy and bliss in the hall of a casino. He’s been to this casino many times, even memorizing the routes all around the establishment wasn’t that hard to this certain gambler. Ever since Chance he had gotten forsaken, Chance had missed the feeling of joy and excitement from all of the rounds and matches he played in while gambling his luck. He only had his flintlock, which could explode at any time when used. A coin, which decides whether he’s lucky for the rounds or not. 

   ‘Damn. It’s been a while. How I miss this place!’ Chance thought in his head, a nostalgic grin on his face. He walked up the path to the huge entryway, where he could see all of the other customers striking their luck. He finally walked inside, seeing the golden interior and red highlights all around; an amazing sight to Chance. He looked around the place, looking at staff members after a few months long disappearance. 

   ‘Some new, some old. Hm..interestin’.

      Chance thought again, looking at the new and old faces he had seen around the casino. Many other people noticed Chance, all of their eyes focused on him. Chance felt good walking into the place like a celebrity; hell, he lived for it. The old staff members that remained in the casino were all shocked, which was…not surprising. Chance had been gone for…around six months or so. He walked further back to where the slot machines were at. He smiled and then chuckled. He flipped his coin as he reached for the lever and pulled it. He looked at the symbols and numbers that were spinning until the three spaces had finally stopped.

         FUCK YEAH! JACKPOT!

  Oh how he missed this feeling. The feeling of gambling your luck to earn the winnings you desire. He had always focused on upcoming rounds and killers that he hadn’t thought one bit about the delicious feeling of gambling until you go short on cash. He pulled the lever again, once again, spinning until it stopped rolling. He chuckled more as he flipped his coin confidently. He knew that his luck was getting better once being out of the Forsaken Realm, so best he used this to his advantage. 

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    A woman named Cerina walked onto the sidewalk outside of the casino. She had dressed herself up in a red dress, and covered in a black cardigan. She also had a fur boa around her arms, as well as sunglasses on her face, and a giant black bunny cuddled in her arms. She walked out of the limo and out to the casino entrance. Another day as passed, and his son shown no sign of showing up. He had been gone for six months without word, and she was certain something had happened. But she certainly couldn’t give up on the son she had raised up. 

  Her face cool and professional, she took a deep breath as she walked into the casino. Same damn lights, same damn red. She still loved the casino, but recently, it had just been a reminder that her son had gone missing; and she HATED that feeling. Shaking her head slightly to herself, she spotted a staff member, one of the bartenders that worked with their family casino for years. “Austin. Has anything happened today?” Cerina asked as she walked further to the man. Austin turned around from the bar, holding a glass of alcohol and giving it to a customer. “Certainly, I’m sure you’ll love to hear the news ma’am.” Austin replied. Cerina’s eyebrow perched up, her interest piqued. “How so?” 

    “Your son. He came back.”

   Cerina ran. Ran with the boa flying in the wind. Ran with the continental bunny in her arms as she cradled the giant baby. She couldn’t believe it; her son had returned home after six months! She was overjoyed. She ran until she started to pant, finally looking up to the man who wore a pair of shades, a fedora, and a sharp looking suit. “Mamá?…” Chance said as he approached his mother who was currently panting with a big bunny in her arms. “!Mi hijo..! [My son..!]” Cerina cried out as she hugged her son like so. “Mamá!” Chance tightly squeezed his mother as well as she is to him. Even after all of the nagging she did to Chance, Chance couldn’t help hug the woman that raised him to be like who he was today. “My god..is that Spade?!” Chance said as he looked at the chunky bunny squished between the mother and son. 

   “Hahah..yeah! Spade’s been growing a lot more these past few months.” Cerina laughed as she gave Spade to Chance, who was now cuddling with the black continental bunny. “SPADE! You do not know how much I missed you AND your fur!” Chance said as he squished onto the rabbit tighter. “I’m so shocked this bunny is now bigger than my head…oh how it hurts that I’ve missed you growing up!” Chance wailed out as Spade nuzzled closer to Chance.

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    Guest 1337 woke up somewhere…seemingly a hospital ward of some sort. His eyes drowsy, he rubbed his eyes until he can clearly see where he was. Last thing he remembered was being in a cabin in the Forsaken Realm. Guest 1337 didn’t know where he was, so his first instinct was to sit up and stay silent, to observe what in the Robloxia was happening. He was about to sit up when he saw he had bandages on his arms, which hurt like hell. It wasn’t as remotely bad as being beheaded by 1x..but he wasn’t invincible to pain.

    He winced slightly at the bandaged wounds that he didn’t remember having, and looked around again. It was a white tent full of medical supplies and beds. They were all empty, so it was kind of eerie for Guest 1337 to be the only one remaining in the vicinity. Just then, he heard different voices outside of the tent, some unfamiliar, some the same that Guest 1337 remembered. He heard multiple discussions about the Guest, and how he suddenly appeared once again.

   “How can you possibly know this isn’t some trick?”

    “The war ended like a few months ago! There’s no way the Bacons can suddenly start being hostile after everything!” 

     The second voice sounded like someone Guest 1337 knew from a while back. He knew who it was. There was no way that Matt was here, he saw his best friend getting shot in the battlefield! But yet, he knew it was the same friend he knew since they were kids. The tent opening was moved slightly, and soon appeared another soldier and a brown haired man; Matt. Matt looked worried, and relieved to see his best friend once again. Matt’s breath hitched slightly as he ran over to Guest 1337 to check the wounds that Guest 1337 was still confused over. “Oh my god man..we all thought you ####ing died! Oh my god!..” Matt said repeatedly after checking his wounds before gently pulling the Guest to him and patting him on the back gently. “..Matt. Oh my god. Sweet builderman, holy Robloxia..you’re alive?” Guest 1337 smiled brightly as tears started to appear on his eyelids, threatening to come out. “How long has it been since I was gone?” Guest 1337 asked the man hugging him. 

   “Around six months.” The other one answered. “You should go see Daisy. She still thinks that you’re still dead. You have got to see your family.” Matt said as he chuckled slightly, playing with the Guest. “I will! I will. That’s the first thing that I want to do.” Guest 1337 replied to Matt, who stood up and offered a hand to the Guest, which Guest 1337 proudly accepted.

         “Let’s go, buddy. You’ve been away for far too long.” 

     Daisy was outside playing with her daughter Charlotte in the sandbox they owned in their house. It’s been six months since her husband had “died”, and a year since her husband had gotten drafted into the army to fight the Bacons. Daisy was still sad over the months that have gone by, but she’s been working incredibly hard to support herself and their daughter while Guest 1337 fought in the army. She looked at Charlotte, who was playing happily in the sandbox. “Mommy, look at the sandcastle I made!” Charlotte giggled happily as Daisy looked over at the sand structure her little baby had done. “That’s so good Charlotte! Here, let me take a picture!” Daisy smiled brightly as she whipped out a camera as Charlotte posed near the sandcastle. Even without Guest 1337, they could still rely on each other. But Daisy still didn’t give up on supporting and honoring her husband’s heroic sacrifice in the war. 

    Just then, the backyard door clicked open, as Daisy heard the sliding of the door. Daisy quickly turned around in surprise, as well as Charlotte. Upon seeing who it was, Charlotte abandoned the sandcastle and ran up to her father’s arms. “Daddy!” Charlotte ran to Guest 1337, who had just arrived home after a long time of not being with them. Daisy couldn’t believe it, but yet she still could. Her husband was here, and he didn’t die. He truly was determined to come back and see his family. Daisy got up from the sandbox and walked towards Guest 1337 as he placed down Charlotte, placing one little kiss on their daughter’s forehead. Guest 1337 looked at his wife, smiling in utter joy. He opened his arms as Daisy slowly closed the distance between them and hugged her husband tightly.

     “I love you so much.” Daisy finally said as she hid her face in Guest 1337’s neck.

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   Builderman was suddenly back in the Roblox HQ. He looked around in his office, seeing the massive windows, dusty desk, and his ban hammer leaning on the wall. He took a sharp breath as he stood up from the rolling chair he was sitting in when he woke up from his slumber. He walked around the office floor, looking out at the window, observing the warm and clear sky. He looked down below, seeing the City of Robloxia once again after being gone for so long. It felt like a sigh of relief as he went down a floor to get some coffee. The building was supposedly empty, meaning that it must be after-work hours. Builderman sighed as he grabbed a mug and turned on the coffee machine, which was dripping out coffee slowly as he remembered from before. 

   ‘My goodness, I can’t be waitin’ for this damn drink. Same as always.’  Builderman thought, slightly irritated. After a few moments, the coffee machine reached the end, which resulted in a black and rich drink that Builderman poured in his mug and stirred some creamer and sugar into. He went back upstairs to check on his work, as he sat down and turned on his computer, checking the monitors to see if there were any bugs to treat. Apparently when he was gone, there seemed to be new Robloxian Realms, or Experiences since he last saw. He smiled slightly, looking at the new realms as he tilted his head towards a picture frame of two yellow figures. 

    One having pink hair, the other with yellow. 

   He sighed as he remembered what had happened when John Doe had gotten corrupted by the corrupted code of old Robloxia. He specifically told John Doe that it wasn’t meant to be dealt with, but the man had always been naive, even when as an adult. So now here he was, John Doe being corrupted and infected by the code, while forgetting who his sister was, his wife, and everyone else he had met. He was now a killing machine formed by the code, and now Builderman was left to clean up the horrible mess his creation had done. 

   Builderman wondered if Jane was alright. He looked at the second creation, his eyes full of pity. Jane had lost her brother, who had forgotten who he was and what Jane had meant to him. Where was she now? Was she in her house, still mourning the loss of her brother? Was she doing alright? 

      ‘She should be fine. She is an adult after all. Can’t have me up all in ‘er business.’

        He was so fucking wrong.       

   Builderman decided to do one last check on the monitors, just in case. He looked into the cameras, only to find a certain Robloxian portal that wasn’t supposed to be where it was. He sighed as he stood up and grabbed his ban hammer and his landmines; his usual equipment to deal with bugs. He looked at the spawn point inside of his office as he walked up to it and stood on it, using it to reach the middle of the city, where he had to take a long way down into an underground place for the portals. After quick certification, he looked at the endless supply of portals that had long pathways leading up to it. He checked which portal it was, and started his trek upwards to the odd one out. After finally reaching his destination, he checked the coding and scripts of said portal, but it didn’t give him anything he was looking for. Just then, he heard a familiar voice from behind him.

       “Hey David! You here to investigate too?” Shedletsky appeared behind him, hand on hip with his Windforce sword in hand, one of the many swords of SFOTH. Builderman tightened his grip on the hammer on his shoulder as he looked at his right hand man. “Yer’ know it. Strange. I checked the codin’ of this portal, but it ain’t showin’ me ####.” Builderman said as he double-checked once more. “Well. You know how it goes! We gotta waltz in to check for the bugs.” Shedletsky answered as he looked at the portal, which was radiating an ominous feeling in them. “Y’know..it’s kinda creepin’ me out. Ha..not like we haven’t dealt with this before!” Shedletsky laughed a bit as the two looked up ahead, ready to go in. “Glad I told my wife that if I’m gone for a long period of time, I’m either stuck in a limbo or something.” Shedletsky said sarcastically. 

     But something told Builderman that this wasn’t just a bug, and there was something waiting for them. 

       They didn’t know that they were being watched.

        “Welcome to the game. Entertain us once more.”

     A familiar voice called out as the two admins walk out of the portal, looking at their surroundings. Tall buildings with a variety of colors, but yet nothing seemed like it was about to be colorful paradise. The mood was dark, and the fog made everything feel like they were being watched. Builderman gritted his teeth as he processed who that voiced belong to, which Shedletsky had already figured out, his eyes full of surprise and anger.

     “OH SWEET ####ING BUILDERMAN, WE WERE TRICKED!”

     “Welcome to The Robloxia: Until Dawn. Let the games begin.” 

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      “####! WE’RE STUCK!” 

    Shedletsky cried out as he looked back, only to find the portal not there anymore. He was irritated, annoyed even. Builderman was even more worried, hoping no other person were here to suffer the same fate as he and Shedletsky are. “John. Breathe for a second.” Builderman shifted to Shedletsky who was looking at the ground, tightly gripping his Windforce. It had only been three hours since everyone was transported home, but there was Builderman and Shedletsky, who had just been deceived into participating in another hell against their will. Shedletsky took a deep breath in as he straightened his back upward. “Alright. Alright..” Shedletsky breathed out as he looked at Builderman. His eyes still held anger, but Builderman can understand why. 

    “It’s alright. We’ll find a way to get out, we jus’ need’a…be patient with this realm.” Builderman responded as he looked around where they were. They found themselves on a high platform on green grass with a stone path leading to the lower part of the realm. Looking at the formerly colorful buildings, Builderman recognized this place. It was Bloxburg, one of the realms he explored from a while ago. Often being confused for the modern-day Bloxburg, which is where people can get jobs, have families, and build homes. But this Bloxburg was used in many other realms as a sort of structure, so it’s pretty famous for using it as a base. 

    “Bloxburg.” Builderman said as both Builderman and Shedletsky observed more. It was more foggy, and more abandoned than before. “Looks like this is where we wait until rounds start. Just like the main cabin.” Shedletsky said as they looked up. Just then, they heard rustling and fast footsteps coming from one side of the place. It sounded like they were running, and in a hurry too. Builderman gripped his ban hammer just in case, but he didn’t expect to do much from it since his granted items were always limited in some cases. He heard many voices coming from the same direction as the footsteps, and they seemed like they were out of breath.

 “Hurry up! Come on!” A male voice came out.

 “Alright hold on!” Another voice yelled back at the other. 

“This is torture!” An irritated voice came out.

  A few moments later, Shedletsky and Builderman were met with three different Robloxians. One of them had a red shirt and a Linked Sword, another had a white shirt with a bloxxer icon in it, as well as a rocket launcher in his hand. The other one was one of the classic Robloxians from years ago; a Guest. They all rushed up to the high platform in a fast pace, each one not looking back. 

  “More…survivors?” The man with the rocket launcher panted as he caught his breath. Shedletsky and Builderman looked at each other skeptically, and nodded slightly. “What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you both admins?!” The man with the Linked Sword asked. He seemed more confused and irritated looking at the two admins. “What brought you here?” The man with the rocket launcher asked, straightening up his posture. 

   “Well..” Builderman started, before hearing one more person running from the direction the other three survivors came from. It was a woman with pink hair, tied in a bun. She was wearing a black hoodie saying ‘ROBLOX’ on the back. She was carrying a green medical kit in her arms, running to where the others were. When she stopped to catch her breath, the other three looked at her. “Jane! Are you alright? You were a little late to come back.” the Guest asked, walking up to her. “I’m…good. Just—ugh..” Jane said before looking upward. When she looked up, she spotted Builderman. 

    Builderman couldn’t believe his eyes, looking at the woman standing a few feet away from him. He looked at his creation, conflicted and confused. ‘How in Robloxia did she get in this mess?’ Builderman asked before walking slightly towards Jane Doe. 

   “Builderman?…” 

 “Hello! Welcome to Builder Brother’s Pizzeria! How may I be of service to you?”

   A cheery voice said to the customer. Elliot smiled at the customer, who was deciding to pick what she wanted to get from the infamous pizzeria. “Can I have the cheese pizza with the soda?” The lady asked Elliot. Elliot nodded as he pressed the buttons needed to send an order to the kitchen. “Yeah, of course! That’ll be twenty-five robux please.” Elliot said politely as he said the price of the order. The lady smiled as she gave her payment to the man, and went to go sit down. Elliot sighed as he wiped the sweat from his head. He checked his watch on his wrist, looking at the time.

‘Oh. Double Time is over. Oh well, I think I did good for my first day back after..what…six months Mom said?’ 

  Elliot hummed out of his thoughts, and continued working. He knew that everything would be smooth sailing from here.

   After his shift, it was around evening by this time. Elliot clocked out of the pizzeria and went to go take an evening walk outside. He felt the cool wind brush against his yellow hair and neck, his back shivering slightly to the sensation. Walking a bit more, he spotted some familiar faces he didn’t want to see. He looked at the retired hacker who was accompanied by his little red kid; the same kid that burnt down the pizzeria. He squinted his eyes at the pair, seeing how 007n7 was walking the strangely behaved C00LKIDD. 007n7 spotted Elliot, and hesitantly waved at the pizza man, but still smiling slightly. “Elliot!..Hey! How..are you doing?” 007n7 asked Elliot when they had gotten closer. 

   “..Just fine.” Elliot flatly responded, making the other man slightly shrink back awkwardly. “Right..right..! Uh..mind if we just talk?” 007n7 smiled a bit, making Elliot somewhat falter his cold attitude toward 007n7. Seeing this man reminded Elliot so much of that fateful day, and he hated it. He never imagined that he would have to run back to 007n7 again for the hundredth time, even after escaping that realm of the Forsaken. But the man did seem to change after all, so Elliot was willing to try. “Sure I guess. But I can’t stay long.” Elliot responded as 007n7’s face brightened up a bit as the three of them watched towards a nearby bench and sat down. 

    At first, they were all just sitting there awkwardly, until 007n7 heaved a sharp breath and started speaking quietly. “Listen..I know you don’t have fond memories of me…a-and the..incident. But!..I just wanted to let you know that I hope we can move past that at some point.” 007n7 started, stuttering nervously a little bit. Elliot looked a bit skeptical at the retired hacker, and then glanced at C00LKIDD, who was also glancing at the other, almost like he did something bad. Well..he did, but that was at least a year ago. But still, usually C00LKIDD would be naive and overly energetic, but the kid really wasn’t. Before 007n7 could continue, Elliot jumped in to question about the kid’s behavior. 

    “Did something happen to him?” Elliot asked to 007n7, pointing to the red kid who was sitting in the middle of the two. 007n7 sighed a bit, as he answered the curious Elliot. “C00LKIDD didn’t exactly know what he was doing in the Forsaken Realm, so when we were freed, he remembered everything for some reason. The kiddo thought he was..playing tag.” 007n7 said as he reached out for C00LKIDD, resting his hand on the kid’s shoulder. Elliot listened and looked back at the kid. All the times that he killed people, they returned to his mind like a full on train. He felt bad for the kid, but Elliot didn’t think it was fair for the kid to be hidden from the truth forever, so he was somewhat relieved. “Poor kid.” 

   After a few moments of silence, Elliot sat up from the bench, and reached his hand out to 007n7. 007n7 looked slightly confused as he watched Elliot reach his hand out to the retired hacker. “Come on. You said one day we’ll get over that incident. I think it’s about time.” Elliot somewhat smiled at the hacker, even though it was a skeptical one. 007n7 returned the hand and gotten up, tightening the hold slightly and letting go of Elliot’s hand when he got up from the bench. 

   “Hey..do you need a walk home? I think I have some time to spare.” Elliot asked the former hacker, who was getting ready to leave. “O-oh! Yeah..I’d appreciate that! Thanks Elliot..” 007n7 responded awkwardly as all three of them stared walking down the road.

    But did they know what was coming?

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    007n7 and Elliot along with C00LKIDD walked on the side of the road, looking at the setting sun in the horizon. It was oddly chilly for a spring day, but they didn’t mind it at all. The three were slowly walking for some reason, even though Elliot said he didn’t have much time. It’s been a long day for sure, so maybe Elliot just wanted to walk with the retired hacker. He felt like had freed himself from this overwhelming feeling of hatred and anger he had towards 007n7, and he was proud of himself for letting himself go of the incident. Elliot sighed, looking at the hacker who stopped to pick up the now tired C00LKIDD that kept on insisting he could walk on his own. 

   Elliot chuckled at this sight, which caught the attention of the hacker, smiling at Elliot, confused at the sudden outburst of laughter. “What’s so funny?” 007n7 asked as they all started walking again. “Nothing, nothing. Hahah..” Elliot coughed as he stopped his sudden laughter. Maybe forgiving 007n7 after all of this wasn’t such a bad idea. The incident WAS a couple years ago, so he shouldn’t be getting all riled up on the hacker for this. “Daaaad! I can walk on my own!!” C00LKIDD insisted to 007n7, but 007n7 wasn’t buying it. “Kiddo, you were getting all drowsy on the bench thirty minutes ago. I don’t think I should risk you falling over.” 007n7 said softly as C00LKIDD pouted, but didn’t fight back anymore. 

  A few moments later, they were a few blocks away from 007n7’s house. Elliot looked at the other man and his kid again, as 007n7 stopped to check his watch. “8:49. Sorry Elliot for dragging you into walking with me and C00LKIDD for so long.” 007n7 apologized awkwardly as he looked at the pizza man with soft eyes. Elliot wasn’t sure why he was apologizing, since he himself was the one who insisted on tagging along. “Nah, it’s fine! I am the one who insisted anyway. No biggie!” Elliot responded warmly as he looked at the retired hacker. 

  But something was wrong. It was oddly cold. The atmosphere was dark.

    A few moments later, they reached the destination. Elliot observed the house of the former hacker, and he seemed to have a pretty decent house for two people. Elliot looked at the other man who was walking towards the front door of the house, his red child in his arms. “So…would I still be blacklisted from the pizzeria?” 007n7 asked nervously as he shifted his body towards the pizza man. “Knowing my boss? Probably.” Elliot responded with a bit of sarcasm. 007n7 chuckled at that, and nodded in agreement. “That’s pretty fair.” 

   Elliot didn’t know why, but he watched as 007n7’s eyes started to widen in shock, his face swimming with fear as he pulled out his C00lgui.

“ELLIOT! BEHIND YOU!”

007n7 yelled out, practically waking up C00LKIDD and causing Elliot to look back. 007n7 ran out to Elliot, unaware he still had C00LKIDD in his arms. Just then, a deafening screech roared out, as a glitchy portal appeared, sucking in the pizza man. “####!” Elliot cried out as he held onto something, while 007n7 quickly started to use a command to close the portal. Doing commands like these took around a minute, so he ran towards Elliot cautiously, without realizing his kid was also being sucked in to. “####! C00LKIDD!” 007n7 yelled while his kid was practically screaming in fear.

    “DAD!”  

   That was the last that he heard from C00LKIDD when he was sucked into the portal. But yet, the portal seemed to be unsatisfied, and wanted to bring in more victims to transport them to the other side. 007n7 practically jumped towards the portal, but he felt a strong tug on his arm. He tilted his head back, seeing Elliot somewhat angry. “Don’t you dare!” Elliot yelled out as 007n7 tried forcing his hand off his arm. “ELLIOT LET GO! MY SON IS IN THERE, LET ME GO!” 007n7 screamed at Elliot, who’s face was unreadable. “THEN LET ME!” Elliot screamed out as he let go of the fence he was holding for support and into the portal. Before being sucked in, he looked at the hacker who practically had tears in his eyes. “See you soon.” Elliot had said, tears forming out of his eyes with a smile on his face, finally sucked into the portal.

   The portal was then closed, the command finally finishing its job. 007n7 collapsed to the ground, as he bent down and cried in agony. He had just returned home with his child after months of running away, and now he had lost Elliot and C00LKIDD to whatever force had made the portal. Elliot had also just gotten home too, so why did he have to risk everything he had gained back just for 007n7? He didn’t know. But his gut wrenched in guilt, as he stood up and started typing on his C00lgui. He can’t be crying now. He started typing a teleportation code on the C00lgui, his determination spiking up. He wondered what he had done to even deserve having his loved ones taken away after finally working things out. He was done. 

   He was tired of the bullshit. 

  “Elliot, swear you’ll find my kid while I find the both of you.” 007n7 said under his breath, hoping to find them quickly before anything happens to them as more tears had gone loose, his eyes tired.

   “I swear I’ll find him.” Elliot thought, as if speaking telepathically to 007n7, not knowing when he will be out of this limbo he’s now being transported to.

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  The Spectre was not one for sparing its victims. It is cold hearted, and craves entertainment every second of its lifetime. It knows that it cannot fill the void that rests in its core, yet it still tries. But they cannot be satisfied, leading to many deaths im vain. 

  A portal from realm to realm? Ha, easy. The Spectre was all mighty and powerful, manipulating and controlling, a force that should be feared by all. The Spectre craves the screams and the fear of its victims. The cries, it is music to one’s ears. Having such appetite can lead to violent behaviors. The Spectre smiled, knowing exactly what to do to this poor soul that was now transported to another limbo, a red child crying, head buried in his knees. 

     “You poor soul. You seem to be lost, how may this one assist you?” 

  A seemingly endearing voice called out to the child, its voice echoing across the space around him. The kid’s head shot up, tears streaming down his swollen cheeks, hands that were once covering his face now hovering downwards. “..Who’s here?” The kid asked hesitantly, now looking all around to find the caller. 

   “I am here to accompany you, little one. You seem to be in a predicament.” 

   C00LKIDD recognized this voice. This seemingly friendly voice was once the ‘friend’ C00LKIDD had kept hearing, saying that everything was a fun game of tag. It lied, of course. C00LKIDD may be ten years old, but he was indeed smarter than to believe what this voice said. “Go away! GO AWAY! Liar, Liar!” C00LKIDD resisted, his voice echoing back at nothing. The little kid covered his ears tightly, trying to not give in to the endearing voice. The Spectre was getting impatient, trying to constantly dote and convince this damned kid, but he wouldn’t budge. 

    “C00LKIDD, oh C00LKIDD. What would your father think, being all rude to someone who just wants to help a soul. I’m giving you a chance to escape this horrible nightmare, won’t you reconsider?” 

  “NO, NO, NO! GO AWAY!” C00LKIDD yelled back, squeezing his ears tighter than before. The Spectre was reaching its limit. This kid was smart enough to not give into the same manipulation than before. The Spectre usually shows some pity to victims when they’re young as children, but this one was a pain. 

     “You leave me no choice.”

   That was all the Spectre said before an excruciating pain shot up in C00LKIDD’s head and stomach, as well as his chest. The kid started screaming in agony, ragdolling to his side, bringing his legs up to his stomach, as tears were flowing more rapidly than before.  The pain was horrible, making it difficult for C00LKIDD to breathe.

  All he wanted was to play. 

      All he wanted was to play.

   Elliot woke up on a grassy floor, clenching his chest as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were swollen, and his eyes were watery. He tried to stand up, but to no avail, given how exhausted he was after what had happened today after his work. He couldn’t believe it. He was in another hell. Elliot soon then looked around, observing where he was. Tall buildings, foggy atmosphere; that was all Elliot could see. Elliot puffed as he heaved himself upward, now successfully standing up on his two legs. He looked around again, trying to find a certain child that was sucked in the same portal he was in. ‘Shouldn’t C00LKIDD be here if we went into the same portal?..’ Elliot thought. He thought about 007n7, the poor hacker. Having returned to his son after months of seeing his dear child harm others, he was sucked away once again. He wondered if 007n7 would be alright if they were both gone, out of his presence. 

   Elliot was lost in his thoughts until he snapped his head around, hearing a loud ‘bang’ noise. A glitchy portal, similar to the one he got sucked into appeared before him, somewhere far in a corner. Elliot braced once again, only to find out that some Robloxians are running out of it, and in a hurry. He didn’t recognize any of them, accept maybe one or two, until the last two came out. 

      Shedletsky and Builderman. What on earth are they doing here?

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    Jane was running with her other companions that were lucky enough to survive. The only fallen survivor during this round was Guest, having being brutally torn to shreds by Drakobloxxer, one of the killers in TR:UD. She had performed quite well in this round for her second day here, and she hoped she’ll do better in the next, since there seemed to be no way out. She was also quite surprised to see her creator suddenly transported into the same hell she was in, as well as his right hand man. After everybody made it to where they can spot the center of the town, they saw a yellow Robloxian in a grey jacket, wearing a red uniform and a red visor on his head. The man looked so confused, yet his expression shows that he was once in something like this as well.

   The yellow man’s head turned towards the other survivors when they climbed up the stairs to the central plaza. Jane looked at the man, as Builderman and Shedletsky turned to the man. “Elliot?” Builderman asked, looking at the man across from him as he stepped further to the yellow man. ‘Oh, so that was his name. Another survivor? Poor him.’ Jane thought, looking at Elliot. Jane looked at the others, not seeing some of them since they wanted to rest since last round was exhausting. “Builderman? Shedletsky? What is happening?..” Elliot asked, tugging and fidgeting with his grey jacket. Builderman sighed as he placed his ban hammer to the ground, placing his hand on the end of the ban hammer.

  “That damned Spectre brought us here, if ya didn’t know” Builderman responded to Elliot, whose expression wasn’t surprised in the slightest. “Figured. The Spectre sure loves tormenting us.” Elliot rolled his eyes in slight irritation. Jane was quite curious at the man in front of them. Jane then left the three alone since Jane needed to rest as well.

   It’s been tiring these last couple days of being here. 

   A few moments later, Jane was sitting on the wooden picnic table, looking at her roughed up hands. Just then, Elliot sat next to her, providing her a plate of pizza. “Hey! You alright? I saw you earlier, but you decided to walk out. What’s your name?” Elliot asked Jane. Jane looked at Elliot awkwardly, accepting the plate of pizza as she ate the slice. “Jane. Jane Doe. Just call me Jane!” Jane replied to the pizza man. Elliot’s eyes slightly widened in surprise, his smile twitched and his face unreadable. Jane saw Elliot’s face, looking confused. “Is…something wrong?” Jane asked, slightly worried. “..Doe. Oh! No! No no no! It’s alright! It’s just…! Unpleasant memories..” Elliot said with an unhinged tone in his voice. 

  Jane nodded slightly, now curious of the pizza man. Did something happen? Was her name weird? She didn’t know. But while she finished eating the meal, Elliot started to ramble on about some things. “A kid got sucked into the portal.” Elliot said, his tone changing drastically. Jane froze for a second, looking at Elliot with a complicated expression. A kid? A..kid? “I swore to find him, but I’m not sure where he is.” Elliot covered his face with his hand, exhausted. “Do you..happen to know who this kid is?” Jane asked. “He’s…my..er….friend’s son.” Elliot stuttered slightly, as if his mouth was unfamiliar with the word ‘friend’. “Oh. I’m sorry. I hope you’ll find him here.” 

 “Maybe.”

  A few hours later, another round started. Shedletsky was exhausted and mainly irritated. He had just gotten home to see his wife, only to find out that he’s stuck in another hell. Fucking great! They were transported to Crossroads, or at least a broken down version of the Crossroads. There were bodies everywhere, and debris surrounding the place. They were supposed to collect flags as their objective and so they did. They didn’t know who the killer was, but they didn’t hear anything of the usual sort.

   Shedletsky checked the list of survivors; Elliot, Builderman, Guest, BrickBattler, Himself, and Bacon since it was Bloxxer’s turn to take a break. He sighed as he then saw in the corner of his eye that Builderman was in battle. Shedletsky rushed over to him, only to see a familiar figure chasing the CEO. A green crown, menacing aura, deadly dual swords accompanying the holder…his own manifestation. 

    1x1x1x1. 

   Builderman whacked the entity of hatred, stunning the killer temporarily. This resulted in an annoyed scream, as the other survivors came to the scene to assist Builderman and Shedletsky. BrickBattler looked at the newly introduced killer, his linked sword at the ready. When 1x started chasing the other survivors, Brickbattler tried stunning 1x but missed his dash, gaining 1x’s attention. “R1nG 4R0uND Th3 R0s!es..p0ck3ts fuLl of P0s1es..” 1x said as the killer slashed Brickbattler on the shoulder. Seeing Brickbattler’s health go down drastically, Shedletsky used his Windforce to interrupt 1x’s approach on Brickbattler. Elliot ran up on the scene and yelled “Pizza Delivery!”, healing BrickBattler slightly into a better state. 

   When the Windforce met 1x’s arm, 1x looked at Shedletsky. The two faced each other, swords in hand. 1x1x1x1 was levitating off the ground slightly, while Shedletsky’s wings were moving with the breeze. 

   “Sh3dL3Tsk¥.”

    “1x1x1x1.” 

   Shedletsky looked at his own creation bittersweetly, remembering some moments from the long, forgotten past. But those moments were buried in the dirt forever, never meant to relive them again.

     As they both got into stance, they lunged at each other.

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    Hatred, anger, brutality. 

   This is what 1x1x1x1 was made of; what they were taught. That was what their creator had planned, at least. Shedletsky, formerly Telamon, made a certain account a few years back. He planned to have a little partner or minion to help with clearing out terminated Robloxians that had been hiding under the admins’ radar. Telamon had thought that if he separated himself and his hatred for annoying robloxians and exploiters, maybe his creation will hold the same resentment toward them, therefore already marking the account’s job. So Telamon separated most of his hatred into the account, forming a physical form for the avatar. But instead of having a strong and reliable entity to clear the dirty work, he instead saw a pill-baby shaped body. When Telamon checked, his hatred seemed to cause a malfunction to the system, causing the account to revert back to a pill-baby form. 

  Telamon didn’t really care though, since at least with some time, the account can grow into a vicious yet loyal being to Telamon. The admin looked at the smaller life form in front of him, looking at its features. The pill-baby had white hair, white skin, and a green torso. Telamon picked up the pill-baby, holding it in his arms. 

  ‘Huh, maybe having this little one isn’t so bad after all.’ 

   “Creator? Where are you?” A voice looked around the house, a wooden sword in hand of the caller. They ran out into the hallway, white, fluffy hair flowing behind them. Looking through each room of the house, he spotted Brighteyes, sharpening her sword. Looking at the woman sitting on her bed, rainbow sword in hand, the being decided to take the initiative to ask where their creator was. “Miss Brighteyes! Do you know where the creator is?” 1x asked the woman who looked at the kid. 

  “He’s a bit busy now. Work has been a bummer for your old man..and for me too honestly.” Brighteyes replied to 1x, who let the kid sit next to her while she finished sharpening her personal sword. After some moments, Brighteyes stored her sword on its placeholder, now sitting next to the child on the bed. “Also, didn’t I tell you that you’re free to call me mom? I did take care of you for ten years.” Brighteyes asked 1x curiously, who was scratching his head slightly. 

   “Oh well, call me whatever you want. Your old lady can feel your creator descending from above.” Brighteyes said dramatically, as the door clicked open. “Told you.” 

   “Christina, 1x!! I’m finally home!!” Shedletsky entered the home, his wings fluttering in joy. Brighteyes and 1x walked up to Shedletsky, Brighteyes hugging Shedletsky as the admin basically lunged on his wife. “Ughhh, these exploiters…” Shedletsky groaned as Brighteyes patted her husband in comfort. “There, there, you big baby. Cmon, you need rest, John.” Brighteyes said as she led Shedletsky over to their room, plopping her husband on the bed as 1x followed them in pursuit. Shedletsky groaned as he covered himself in his own wings, 1x gently patting on the feathers of the wings, trying to get Shedletsky’s attention. “Creator? You said we practice sword fighting today!” 1x exclaimed to the exhausted Shedletsky. “Sorry birdie, can’t. Tired.” Shedletsky said before covering his face in his wings. Brighteyes patted 1x’s shoulder, 1x disappointed. “It’s alright buddy, another time.” Brighteyes reassured 1x, who nodded. 

  Yeah! Maybe another time.

   1x1x1x1 was alone. In a realm that was unknown to the point where Robloxia HQ had yet to classify what category this realm would fall under. 1x was sure their creator would come back for them, eventually. After all, Shedletsky had promised a safe trip to his work. 1x sat down against a wall, waiting in the dark. It was a black void of some sorts, which somewhat gave 1x chills down their spine.

“Dear creator, where did you go?”

   1x asked, looking around. Yet there was no one in sight.

   1x had enough. A week had passed. A week of loneliness and despair. A week without seeing the creator who had promised to keep them safe. Did he keep that promise? No. He didn’t. Hate was something 1x swore they weren’t familiar with, hate was something 1x feared to have in their core. But they couldn’t deny that hatred was what they were feeling right now. Gripping their own head in anger, they drastically gave in to the hatred that awoke inside of them.

    They had their conscious still intact.

   But they were no longer the same.

   Sword clashes can be heard from far away, as friction caused the blades to produce sparks of light in each clash. Shedletsky wasn’t in the best health, but wasn’t the worst either. Looking at the timer, they still had a couple minutes until the portal had awoken. Builderman was trying to help interfere with the fight, but always kicked out by 1x1x1x1 or Shedletsky during the process. “JU$t g1V3  UP! I7’s 1nev!t4bL3.” 1x screamed harshly at Shedletsky as he used his Windforce to gain the upper hand. Shedletsky blocked and slashed repeatedly, while 1x did the same. This could last for the entire round if they kept going.

   A few moments later, the portal had awoken as the other survivors rushed to the portal, Shedletsky included. He made sure he was the last one to enter, as 1x was still hot on his trail. After checking off every survivor that ran into the portal, he ran to it. But even after successfully reaching the other side of the portal, 1x slashed Shedletsky’s torso, leaving a wound on his stomach. This caused Shedletsky to groan as he reached the other side, yet still running. 

  As the portal closed, 1x1x1x1 stood where the portal was, looking at their dual swords. Holding the blade that stabbed Shedletsky last minute, they scoffed at the sight as they dropped their arms to the side, dual swords beside their legs. 

    Next time, they’ll succeed.

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      Two Time wandered through Yorick’s Resting Place, a realm where they had memorized the entire layout of the realm. They had thought that they were in another round, but there was no slight ticking in the background, only silence. They looked and checked again, seeing if there were any generators at any of the spots that they would spawn at, but none of them had any generators. Two Time was curious and intrigued, noticing how there was no timer, no generators, no nothing. It was just a quiet and oddly chilly place.

  Two Time walked around to see the manor, still looking like usual. Two Time walked inside, looking at the dusty interior of the abandoned manor. The windows were unkept, the chairs and furniture were sure dusty as well. There wasn’t anything relatively interesting in here, so why bother? Two Time walked out of the manor, still quite intrigued on the calm atmosphere. 

    ‘Has the Spawn granted me solace in these dark times? Have they?’ 

  Two Time thought. They were still deep in the belief of the Spawn, if it wasn’t obvious enough. But the following of said Spawn did have its drawbacks. They were unsatisfied. Two Time imagined that having a second life would mean eternal belonging and purpose to one’s being, but it just turned out to have within one’s soul, like a branch attached to a tree with many other branches. But Two Time didn’t complain; the cultist wouldn’t dare. Even if Two Time was left unsatisfied, they had done their mission. They followed the Spawn’s words, and that made them satisfied. Two Time smiled crookedly, looking at the ground.

    Yet they didn’t seem to notice a certain someone behind them. 

    SLASH.

    Came a loud cut, as pain spread down Two Time’s arm. On instinct, they gripped their dagger to face their pursuer, only to find a familiar figure standing across from them. Two Time looked at the other, as they recognized this person from a mere glance. Their partner, their comfort, their nightshade; Azurewrath. Azurewrath, or rather, Azure looked different than the last time Two Time had seen him. The last time Two Time and Azure had an encounter together, blood was splattered on an altar. And now, they get to see each other again. Two Time was filled with regret, yet thrill as the Spawn recognized the fragile cultist’s prayers for the partner they so dearly miss. 

   “Azure, is that you?” Two Time asked curiously, their smile twitching slightly, yet their eyes crinkling in remorse. Two Time wasn’t even sure that was their Azure, but yet they looked the same even if his appearance changed drastically. Rather than the gentle smile Azure wore during the past, all there was a warped entity, tentacles spreading around the host, a monster who had gave in to the resentment. “Two Time.” The figure had finally responded after a few moments. “At last, we meet again. Was the Spawn ever what you desired? What you always thought of first?” Azure continued, his voice bitterly, or rather the face on the hat’s voice; sincd Azure’s mouth looked like it were zipped up.

   “Azure, you must understand! This partner of yours only wanted the best, the blessings of the Spawn.” Two Time started, their hand gripping the wound on their arm. Even if it was hopeless to convince Azure of what Two Time had intended, they still tried. “The Spawn gave its order, it wasn’t this one’s own doing, I just finished what the great Spawn had wanted.” Two Time said, stepping back slightly. Azure’s eyes narrowed, stepping closer as Two Time stepped back. “That is what you always say, Two Time. Were the memories of our relationship nothing? Was there any purpose at all? Tell me, Two Time. Tell me how thou thought it were wise to execute that command?” Azure continued, his voice getting rather impatient. 

   Two Time couldn’t say any more, they knew it was a lost cause to continue. Just then, an exit way out of Yorick’s Resting Place appeared, as Two Time lunged for the exit, shame and guilt plummeting high. Azure chased after the cultist, desperate to catch them. In the end, fate had separated these two away from each other, as they both ended their “reunion” in a tragic end. 

     Two Time was forever damned to hold the guilt of what they had done to their partner.

   Guest 1337 had made it home to his wife and child, and everything was wonderful. Charlotte was over with Matt and Molly, as Guest 1337 was at home, reading a book in the library while Daisy went outside to take a breather outside. Guest 1337 sighed as he flipped through another page, as he closed the book and placed it on the coffee table next to him. He sat up, going to the entryway to look at the pictures Guest 1337 and Daisy had saved over the years. He looked at a photo of Guest 1337 and Daisy’s wedding, which was in a big frame, plastered on the wall for Guest 1337 to remember everyday of how lucky he was to marry his childhood friend. He looked at a little picture frame on the small drawer table, looking at Charlotte when she was a pill-baby. Oh how he remembered when he used to hold her in his arms. 

  Guest 1337 placed the picture frame down to it’s original spot, gently smiling at the pictures and memories.

  But everything was about to change for the worse.

  They can’t catch a break.

   Not until THEY are satisfied. 

   Guest 1337 heard a deafening scream outside, a female one to be exact. His eyes retracted in panic as he rushed outside, hoping that whoever screamed wasn’t who he thought it was.

   And when he came outside, he immediately ran to the scene, fists at the ready.

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      Guest 1337 rushed outside at the sound of screaming, a female voice. A female voice he loved to hear everyday and wouldn’t grow tired of it. He ran out the door immediately, looking out at the scene. He saw his beloved wife, Daisy, on the ground, her leg cut open and blood flowing out. Guest 1337 was furious, and immediately looked at the person, or..being, that attacked his wife. The creature was a tall, slender entity with giant arms with very sharp claws, its head a shadow, as its body glitches slightly. Guest 1337 lunged at the creature, punching and kicking the creature til it gave up and lost consciousness.

  It wasn’t able to attack, but it wasn’t dead either. 

   Without thinking, Guest 1337 ran to his injured wife, picking her up and running back insane in haste. Seeing how bad Guest 1337 attacked the creature, it was safe to say they had time to flee after patching Daisy up. “Daisy! Are you alright!?” Guest 1337 hastily asked as he grabbed the medical kit and started to patch up the wound. Daisy’s cut was deep, and blood was dripping everywhere. “I’m..okay. I-I think.” Daisy breathed, wincing at the pain of the cut. Guest 1337 cleaned up the blood, and fast but carefully bandaged her up and carried her to their car. Daisy looked distressed, and it seemed like it wasn’t even because of her own wound. “Daisy, we’re going to pick Charlotte up, hold on. We’ll get to Matt and Molly soon.” Guest 1337 reassured his wife, placing his hand on hers. Daisy nodded as Guest 1337 drove off, dialing Matt on his phone.

  When Matt answered, Guest 1337 didn’t waste any time to check on his daughter. 

    “Matt! We’re coming over! Something happened!” 

    “I know! Robloxia city was bugged with a code, and now these creatures are spreading out! Me, Molly, and Charlotte are alright for now. Those..monsters haven’t made it that far out. Are you alright?!” Matt answered, reassuring the stressed father.

    “Daisy got injured, I need to drop her off.” 

   Daisy looked at Guest 1337 with a but of surprise on her face. “Drop me off? What about you?…” Daisy asked as the car made a turn. “I need to drop you off. I need to go ask someone about this.” Guest 1337 replied, his eyes filled with slight hesitation on leaving his wife, but it was crucial to ask how to solve this problem. Daisy felt skeptical since her husband finally returned after so long, but she trusted him enough to stay alive. “..Alright. Return safely when you’re done, alright?” Daisy said as she held Guest 1337’s vacant hand as Guest 1337, still focused on the road, picked her hand up and pecked it. “I will, my dear.” 

    A few moments later, they both arrived at Matt and Molly’s house, immediately being brought in as Daisy was brought to the couch in the living room. Charlotte immediately ran to her mom, scared at the sight of her mother being wounded and can barely walk.

   “Guest! You’re going to head out?!” Matt exclaimed, his face full of worry. Guest 1337 sighed as he placed his hand on Matt’s shoulder. “I have to. I need to ask an admin about this.” Guest 1337 said as he took the hand off Matt’s shoulder, preparing to leave. “Stay safe, man.” Matt said, as he returned to Molly and the others.

   “I will.” Guest said before exiting out the door and starting the car once again.

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     Dusekkar was having a horrible day. Quite a terrible one. 

   The pumpkin had returned in Robloxia City, only to find out that Shedletsky and Builderman were gone like before, Doombringer unavailable, and Robloxia was going under a crisis. Many entities started roaming the streets of Robloxia, attacking many Robloxians in public. With the lack of the ‘main admins’, it was rather difficult to deal with such a situation as large as it is. Even with an abundance of lower class admins, they still had trouble with banning and killing off the entities. Hell, even the most skilled demolitionists, as well as the coders, were in fact EXHAUSTED. 

  So there Dusekkar was, shooting beams at the different creatures multiple at a time, since his magic weren’t as limited as before. He was blasting them with magic, exploding them with commands, hell; even resorting in his own personal ban hammer Builderman gifted him. But alas; they kept coming. He and some other admins have been doing this for hours on end, but they couldn’t figure out where the source was. Dusekkar wasn’t going to back down though.

   “My comrades, let us make haste—there is time we cannot waste!” 

   Dusekkar yelled as he encouraged the other admins to continue fighting. They were doing amazing, but the only thing was that there was too much to handle. Dusekkar, an all powerful mage, doesn’t get tired normally like the others; but the admins were still Robloxians, so they had the same stamina of an average citizen of Robloxia. If it were any other person to do this, they would get tired instantly. But a whole army of admins? It did some damage, but it wasn’t enough to stop the hoard. 

    Even after using the ban command on every single entity there was, they kept coming back. 

   Was there any way to stop them?

    Coding and scripting can be heard from the sky, as Dusekkar looked up, seeing the infamous hacker of Robloxia history. The hacker was accompanied by the C00lgui, and he looked pissed. 007n7 was lending a helping hand, which..well….no one expected from the man who terrorized multiple realms with no remorse. 007n7 froze the currently roaming monsters, as the admins started to ban them, but there were still coming from multiple directions. Dusekkar had never personally talked to 007n7 in the Forsaken Realm, or even before that. He never taken a liking to the hacker, but never despised the man. But after this, 007n7 seemed to changed so drastically from before. Maybe there won’t be hard feelings right?

   “Dusekkar!..You need a hand?” 007n7 shouted as he jumped down to the ground, meeting Dusekkar. “Alas, if you may—Then Robloxia can live another day.” Dusekkar replied, rhyming his phrases. 007n7 understood as he typed a command, giving himself a sword as he started to slash and cut the entities. Dusekkar stopped him in his tracks as he knew that was no way to reduce their numbers, placing a huge forcefield around them.

  “My friend, I’m afraid for what I have to say—for your method cannot make them go away.”

  “Then how should we exterminate them all?” 007n7 asked the admin.

   Dusekkar placed his hands behind his back, levitating.

  “We must search for the root—and destroy for them before they continue to pursue.”

   007n7 sighed as he brought out his C00lgui, locating the coordinates of whatever is causing this chaos. Dusekkar continues to cast the forcefield, as well as shooting beams from multiple directions at the annoying creatures. After a few moments, 007n7 looked at Dusekkar, his face with results. “I found it..or them. There are multiple spawn points where they appear, and they seem to be all around the border of Robloxia.” 007n7 said, Dusekkar taking in the information.

   “Let us go at full speed—we cannot waste the time that we need.”  Dusekkar said as he started to levitate in one direction, 007n7 following right behind. 007n7’s eyes shifted downwards slightly, while still following Dusekkar. How did this happen? Weren’t they all supposed to be brought home with no consequences? 007n7 was exhausted, and his eyes still swollen from the loss of Elliot and his son. 

   After this, he was going to be sure they weren’t going to be taken away.

   Two Time woken up somewhere, their arm still full of pain. They had escaped successfully from their partner they once had to use for their second life, but at what cost? Two Time opened their eyes fully, only to see someone with white hair, white skin, and…a spawn point on their torso; only..it were broken in pieces. 

   “..Hello? Are you awake…?” A skeptical and quite shaky voice called out of the person above the cultist. 

   ….Just where were they?

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    Broken Spawn was out taking a walk like any normal day. The sun was out, the grass was looking healthy. Everything was going great in the town he lived in. It was a small town, not many Robloxians knew it existed. But the people there living in said town were happy and feeling great!

   Except Broken Spawn. 

   The poor teen had his friendship broken with his only best friend; a guy named Fire Ring. Fire Ring was short tempered; and Broken Spawn knew that for sure, but he hadn’t expected to be told that he was sick of Spawn so harshly. Was it something he said? Something he did? Broken Spawn was heartbroken, seeing their long friendship in the dumps. Many people tell him to let him go, but how can he? After years of friendship, how can he; Broken spawn, let his only friend go?

  His head hurt, his chest heavy, he trudged on the sidewalk. He needed to at least talk to some people, or he was going to go crazy. 

  Walking on the sidewalk, he noticed a figure fall down in the grass. Good thing they fell in a secluded area, or they would’ve gotten the attention of so many people. Broken Spawn looked at the figure, and decided to check out the fallen Robloxian and see if they were alright. Broken Spawn was quite skeptical of approaching this person, since he had never said this person ever in town, but they prevailed and continued onward. 

  Broken Spawn could see their appearance from far away. They seemed to have a black shirt with a spawn logo plastered on the front, a tail, and black messy hair. Their arm seemed to be in horrible condition. The person stirred as Broken Spawn got closer, who was now squinting his eyes, trying to see the now blurred face. That just reminded Broken Spawn he had forgotten his glasses at home. 

   The person finally woke up, their eyes opening as they were greeted by the sight of Broken Spawn. Broken Spawn tensed up, nervous of what to say. In the end, he only responded with a shaky statement.

   “…Hello? Are you awake…?”

   The person lying down sat up, looking at Broken Spawn. They looked quite curious, yet giving off an uneasy feeling. Broken Spawn didn’t like how the person started smiling at the teen, so he backed up by an inch. “Why, is that who I think it is?” The very intimidating person said, their face laced with a creepy smile. “Uh…do I know you?” Broken Spawn asked, even more nervous than before. 

   Okay. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. 

  But Broken Spawn thought again, looking at the person’s arm. It was bleeding out, and it seemed quite deep. Before Broken Spawn could offer anything, the person had said, “All mighty Spawn, have you blessed me with your presence?” 

  Pardon?

   “…I think you’ve got the wrong idea! I’m not..I think you’re confusing me for someone..or something else?” Broken Spawn replied, stuttering quite a bit. The person nodded in acknowledgment, their smile still on their face, but their eyes full of confusion. “Is it not you? Aren’t you the all mighty Spawn, the being whom me and many others worship?” The person asked once more, Broken Spawn shaking his head awkwardly. “No…? I was just born like this.” Broken Spawn said, tilting his head. They stared at each other for a good second before Broken Spawn looked at the arm. “…Do..do you need help with that?” Broken Spawn offered quietly, pointing to the injured arm of the Robloxian. “Much appreciated…how should this one address you?” The Robloxian asked Broken Spawn. 

  “Broken Spawn, or just Spawn. Either one..” Broken Spawn responded. “How about you?” 

   “Two Time! Pleasure meeting you..Spawn.” 

   They both shook hands, Two Time shaking Broken Spawn’s at a rapid speed for some odd reason. Broken Spawn flinched at this, but returned the gesture, but more steady and slow. Broken Spawn didn’t think he had bandages in his house, so he gained the courage to go to Wallmart, a local store in the town. “..Stay here. I’ll go get some uh..medical supplies.” Broken Spawn said as he walked in the direction of Wallmart, as Two Time waved to Broken Spawn as a goodbye.

    When Broken Spawn walked in, he swerved into a section, looking for a medical kit. After a few moments, he found it, now bringing it to the cash register, looking at Cozy. Cozy was the cash register of Wallmart, wearing pink headphones, and a pink shirt, as well as a pink glove. 

  “Welcome to the…ugh, you again?” Cozy said, her tone slightly bitter. Broken Spawn kept silent, medical kit in hand. Cozy scoffed slightly under her breath as she continued. “Well..at least that orange kid isn’t here. Such a relief.” Cozy sighed, as Broken Spawn quietly placed the medical kit on the register, Cozy looking at it. “Wait, you’re actually buying something today?” Cozy asked curiously, looking at Broken Spawn. Broken Spawn nodded, as Cozy took the medical kit and scanned it. “Speaking of that kid, you guys always spend time together. Without seeing you both together, I can guess you’re no longer friends, right?” Cozy said as she printed out the receipt. “Um..yeah.” Broken Spawn hesitantly as he payed, the tension increasing. 

  Before Broken Spawn can leave the shop, Cozy asked him one more question. “You haven’t bought from that green girl..have you?” Cozy said, her disdain for this girl clearly evident. Broken Spawn knew who she was talking about, and honestly, he didn’t even see her in a week. “Um, no..?” Broken Spawn replied awkwardly. “You better not be lying.” Cozy said, now signaling Broken Spawn to get out. 

   Broken Spawn sighed as he walked back to Two Time, kit in hand. Two Time took the med-kit and started bandaging themself, which Broken Spawn was surprised of since he was going to bandage Two Time up himself, but whatever. “Do..do you want to come along with me?..” Broken Spawn hesitantly asked Two Time, who seemed ecstatic. “Come along with the Spawn? I suppose it won’t do any harm.” Two Time said, as they tagged along the teen.  

  They walked around until they saw Lime Girl, who was leaning on her stand. This Lime Girl was also the same ‘green girl’ Cozy addressed her as. Broken Spawn and Two Time reached the stand, as Lime Girl’s eyes looked at the two. “Hey Buddy, I don’t have anything for you today.” Lime Girl said as she glanced at her empty boxes. Broken Spawn awkwardly tilted his head slightly at the girl as she looked at Two Time, now curious. “And who are you?” Lime Girl asked Two Time. “I am but a cultist named Two Time, pleasure to meet you.” Two Time introduced themself. “…A cultist?” Lime Girl said, skeptical of the person next to Broken Spawn. She became a bit worried for Broken Spawn and who he talks to. “Why yes! A cult of the Spawn, an exciting and marvelous group to be with.” Two Time boasted about the Spawn out of habit.  

    “..Okaayy?” Lime Girl said hesitantly before turning her attention to Broken Spawn, analyzing his face and body language. He looked worse than the last time she had seen him, and was getting worried for him. “Spawn, are you alright?” Lime Girl asked Broken Spawn, as if whispering so Two Time doesn’t really hear much. “..I’m alright. Don’t worry about it.” Broken Spawn replied quietly. Lime Girl wasn’t believing that, for sure. “Just get some rest, alright?” Lime Girl said to Broken Spawn as he was about to leave. Broken Spawn nodded at her, trying to reassure he will..

     If he doesn’t get any horrible nightmares in the process.

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THERES NO CHAPTER UPDATE. 

  I accidentally slipped my finger, and lost all of my progress. 

Forgive me as I grieve over my lost progress….I’ll make it up somehow by making 2 chapters tomorrow if I’m motivated enough. Again, no chapter update today since my fucking lost my progress and I’m sobbing like a little bitch about it…

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       Two Time and Broken Spawn walked over to the local bar, and probably one of the only popular bars in town. Broken Spawn knew the bartender, and the bartender knew him. He’s a really good man, but Broken Spawn doesn’t feel comfortable enough to walk in alone, without Fire Ring. The only companion that Broken Spawn has with him is a person who smiles eerily and doesn’t seem to stop talking about “The Spawn”, which was concerning. 

   Broken Spawn opened the wide and thick doors, which revealed a warm and comforting atmosphere, surprising for a bar. Even if this was a bar, the bartender always has something non-alcoholic for the teen. There front ahead was a yellow skinned man, around 57 years old. He wore a green hat, and a green crystal glove on one arm, as well as a slick green bow tie on his neck. He was checking a portrait of what seems to be a child and him until he saw Broken Spawn and Two Time enter the bar. 

   “Spawn, how is it going?” The bartender asked the teen, who tilted his head up to meet the adult. “It’s…um..it’s going alright.” Broken Spawn replied quietly, clutching his sleeve quite tightly. “Do you need anything Spawn? Water, juice?” The bartender asked, clearly concerned for Broken Spawn. “No..I’m fine, Mr. Barry.” Broken Spawn replied, clearly not wanting to trouble the poor man who already looked troubled enough. Barry looked at Two Time, who had their hands together behind their back, smiling as if they cannot read the room. “And you are?” Barry asked Two Time respectfully, as Two Time introduced themself. “Two Time, the pleasure is all mine.” Two Time responded to the middle aged man, reaching his hand to the man as Barry shook back. Barry observed Two Time more, squinting his eyes slightly skeptically. 

    ‘This person is clearly not from town. Where on Robloxia did they come from?’ 

   “Same to you, Two Time.” The man replied to Two Time as Two Time stopped shaking their hand and retracted their arm. Barry turned his attention to Broken Spawn again, evident that he’s concerned for the teen. Broken Spawn looked worse than before. Barry remembered seeing the carefree Broken Spawn when Fire Ring used to visit their town, but now? All he saw was a heartbroken teen who can’t seem to let go of his friend. Barry sighed as he asked Broken Spawn, “Spawn, are you alright?” 

   Broken Spawn was hesitant to answer, so he didn’t say anything. Barry nodded as he had a slight frown on his face, his eyebrows furrowing in worry. “Spawn, are you alright? You look quite uneasy, friend. May we go?” Two Time asked Broken Spawn, who was lost in hid thoughts. Was he zoned out for long? Were they judging him?

   God, he hoped not.

  “Spawn, you should go. Your friend is right, you need rest.” Barry said as he nodded, Broken Spawn’s eyebrows furrowed in disappointment; but not to anything else, just himself. Was he a waste of space? Did Barry not like him? No, no..he’s a good man. He’s just..worried for him!

     Maybe.

   Broken Spawn nodded slowly as he made his way to the doors, Two Time following. Barry waved them goodbye as the door shut, the two out of the establishment.

    Broken Spawn and Two Time were walking until Two Time stopped, suddenly looking at the tunnel that led to upper Robloxia on the street. They felt like they were being called over, and the calling was hard to disobey. Having no choice, Two Time called out to the teen. “Spawn, I must take my leave, if that is alright with you. Something has gone across my mind and I have no choice but to comply. Apologies, may thou be blessed with the Spawn.” Two Time said as they turned and started walking away, their eerie smile reflecting back at Broken Spawn, who was waving back. “..Bye.” Broken Spawn waves away, now finally alone. Another one gone, was he going to keep this up? But he was somewhat..glad. The uneasy feeling radiating off Two Time was enough for Broken Spawn to not get attached so easily, matter of fact, it made him afraid of Two Time slightly. 

   Broken Spawn walked to the bus stop, seeing Periastron standing in front of it. Periastron was a child, who was wearing a special crown made of special kinds of swords, as well as sparkles radiating out of him. Broken Spawn tilted his head in confusion as Periastron made responses in facial expressions. 

  “:O” 

“….Hello?” 

  “:/..”

  “:[..”

  Broken Spawn was confused, as he walked away from Periastron. And for some reason, Broken Spawn felt sick. It was harder to breathe, harder to focus on anything around him. Broken Spawn held his head high as he started walking towards his house to take a nap. As he closed the door to his house, he rushed over to his bed and flopped on the mattress, pulling over the covers as he took a nap with no hesitation, wanting the pain to ease away. 

             He hoped there weren’t any nightmares to taunt him.

     Broken Spawn woke up on the floor of a snowy place, which was unusual for a nightmare he has on the daily ever since Fire Ring had broken off their friendship. It was oddly calm, and very..bright. He heard muffling in the background, mainly male voices and probably one female voice. Broken Spawn opened his eyes groggily, his gaze still hazy and out of focus as he rubbed his eyes. Then, he heard a clear sentence spoken by the female voice.

    “A new sleepwalker? Interesting. Is that all you must say?” 

    “Lady Dream, this sleepwalker somehow spawned in the Dreamsphere without the need of that bed. They just appeared randomly. Plus..they’re a spawn Robloxian. We haven’t dealt with many of these. And according to the Made Man, they’re a teenager, a child. What is the plan, Miss Eunoia? We can’t just keep them.” A male voice said to the female, as footsteps occurred closer to Broken Spawn. Before he knew it, he was facing a woman in the shape of a humanoid android, and a slender and slightly taller man in black. 

     “Sleepwalker, what is your name?” The lady asked. 

         …I guess this is better than nightmares?

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   Broken Spawn was marveled at the sight of the Dreamsphere. He had never seen such surreal landscape and sky, and was dazzled by how calm it seemed to be. Broken Spawn learned about the Dreamsphere, but not much was said on how to get here, and many say it’s based off pure luck. Rumors had it that many Robloxian theorists tried to take medications and drugs just to enter the Dreamsphere, but they either went insane or died trying. Broken Spawn always doubted his luck when it came to many things. He doubted that even with how fascinating the Dream World can get, he always thought he’d never live to see the day where he would actually spawn in the realm. 

   “Pardon me? Are you there?” The lady spoke, the lady crouching down, her seemingly real hair cascading down her shoulders. Broken Spawn snapped up, looking at the calm lady approaching Broken Spawn. The woman seemed to look robotic and animated, but her hair and movement seemed to act human. 

   Broken Spawn flinched, clearly nervous at the sight of her. Not that she was ugly or anything or afraid or whatnot, he just felt..oddly at peace yet uneasy at the same time. Her appearance does not fail at making people feel uncomfortable, yet she has this soft yet stern tone for a lady like her. “You seem to be in turmoil, sleepwalker.” The lady said, now facing the teenager closely. Broken Spawn hesitated before relaxing his shoulders, dodging the conclusion as he doesn’t want to share anything.

   “…Uh..What’s your name?“ Broken Spawn asked, slightly awkward. The lady smiled gently as she fixed her posture and was resting her knees and legs on the ground, cushioning her bottom. “I go by many names, but Eunoia is just fine.” Eunoia said, her eyes closing together and making a seemingly happy face.

   “..You look like a royal.” 

    “..Pfft—Hahaha! No, I’m not.” Eunoia laughed at Broken Spawn’s thought. Broken Spawn slightly jumped up at the sudden outburst as Eunoia calmed herself down. It was a while since she had actually laughed like that before. “I’m just a mere shopkeeper. Don’t pay attention to what people call me, dreamers call me what they prefer or hear.” Eunoia said as she helped the poor teen up. “Assuming you wake up in a few hours, I’ll have a temporary place for you to settle.” Eunoia said as she gestured Broken Spawn to follow her. Broken Spawn obeyed as they walked inside, Eunoia now calling for a certain Mafioso. 

   “Oh Squire! I need you here.” 

   The Squire appeared a few moments after Eunoia called, his black fedora and black coat and fully black attire changed the atmosphere a bit. Broken Spawn looked up at the taller man, his shoulders retracting slowly. “Take this dreamer to one of the spare rooms. I trust you keep him company for now, yes?” Eunoia said as the Mafioso nodded, gesturing Broken Spawn to follow. Not wanted to cause trouble, Broken Spawn went ahead, Eunoia trudging out of the view, going back outside again. 

   He felt safe, for now. Anything like this was way better than having those awful and terrible nightmares he keeps having on the daily. He felt eased around Eunoia, and he wasn’t sure about this Squire..but he knew he was a man doing his job. 

      He felt at ease for once. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

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       Eunoia was a highly intelligent android device, many carbon copies of her scattered across the Dreamsphere. She’s the head of the Mafia, the number one priority of said Mafia. She goes by many names, most from when many sleepwalkers have encountered her. You may hear some say “Lady Dream” or “Princess of the Dream”, but none of that matters to her. She is just following her code that her creators have locked within her. She’s majestic and serene, seen as some fragile robot about to crumble any second. 

   But she’s the opposite of that. 

  She knows how to defend herself, her arms turning into weapons she prefers, whether a rifle, a laser gun, or a sword. She can do all these things, yet her creators think that she needs protection from the Mafia. Before, Eunoia was usually alone in her shops, no protection needed from the Mafia. It was bliss and serene without them when Eunoia was alone. But in recent days, Eunoias from all over the Dreamsphere has been taken down, even with the built in mechanisms in her robotic body. Ever since those incidents, the CielCay company paid the Mafia to station to every Eunoia found, and Eunoia of course wasn’t offended, but she did miss the days when she could talk to Nashatra so easily.

  Ever since Eunoia had met Nashatra, Eunoia had felt a strong sense of interest in the sleepwalker, but the opposite can be said about Nashatra to Eunoia. Eunoia was very observant to many of her acquaintances, Nashatra was no different. Eunoia knew Nashatra didn’t know how to feel around the android, and Eunoia knew full well of that. The android really did enjoy talking to the sleepwalker, her metal chest and inner body feeling oddly warm for a robotic specimen. Nashatra still of course appeared, but doesn’t seem to talk to Eunoia as much. 

   Huh. Maybe one day they’ll talk it out one day, surely!

     Eunoia was walking out to her shop in Upper Ten-Mou, standing outside. She walks behind the stand as she waits for another dreamer to come buy something from the store. Eunoia thought of the Spawn Robloxian that had arrived suddenly without warning, seeing his poor figure shrivel down in awkwardness. Eunoia giggled at that sight again, as she hummed, cleaning the stand in the meantime. Eunoia stopped cleaning and tidying the place a bit for a second, feeling her face light up in a slight smile.

   She felt comfortable around the teen, which was unusual for an all-knowing android in the Dreamsphere, and it was a teen? Ha, not many can believe that Lady Dream of the Dreamsphere would care that much for a teen. Seeing no one was coming, the android decided to go ahead and talk to Broken Spawn before his time here runs out. Eunoia started to walk back inside, her feet crunching in the snow. She walked to the room that Broken Spawn was in, before knocking on the door as Broken Spawn opened the door.

    Eunoia observed the teen, noticing his eye-bags and poor posture. Goodness, did this kid not take care of himself? “Sleepwalker? You seem to be exhausted.” Eunoia said as Broken Spawn nodded quietly before letting Eunoia in the room, setting herself on the bed, same with Broken Spawn. Eunoia shifted her head towards the teen, a gentle smile on her face as she placed her hand on Broken Spawn’s head, patting it slightly. “Take care of yourself, alright? We can’t have you exhausted to the point you fall over.” Eunoia said, Broken Spawn nodding. Eunoia chuckled as she took her hand back.

   “Say, I never gotten your name. Do you mind telling me what your name is?” 

 Broken Spawn opened his mouth slightly, and then responded with, “…Broken Spawn. Or..Spawn is okay.” Eunoia nodded as she placed both of her hands in her lap, intertwining them together. Both of them sat in silence, before Eunoia had asked Broken Spawn a question that would spark something.

     “Do you ever have attachments you cannot let go?” 

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       “Do you ever have attachments you can never let go?”

    Broken Spawn looked at the android, seeing her curious gaze at the Robloxian. Did he ever have attachments? Oh yes, that’s the whole reason he looks so distressed. Broken Spawn was always a shy yet outgoing young teen, being energetic only around Fire Ring. After the whole incident, Broken Spawn had become distant to many people, said people not quite understanding what Broken Spawn was feeling to a certain point. But seeing how Eunoia can tell just from a glance, had she felt the same? Was there something eating her away that even the all-knowing android cannot handle?

   “…Yes.” 
  

 Broken Spawn answered hesitantly at the android, her face unreadable. When Broken Spawn had first seen her earlier today, she seemed like a regular robot, with no inner feelings in her system. But it’s always best to know who you’re dealing with before assuming. Eunoia’s smile shifted upwards as she relaxed around the teen. 

      “You want to know something ironic Spawn?” 

   Eunoia asked Broken Spawn, who tilted his head towards the lady. She fiddles with her sleeves, giggling a bit at her thoughts. It’s a bittersweet thing she was told, but it was indeed true. Broken Spawn was now intrigued, wondering what Eunoia has got to say. “My creators have said that robots cannot have deep meaning or connections, and just do they are told. But yet here I am. Isn’t it strange?” Eunoia said, scoffing at the message. Broken Spawn nodded slightly, wondering. How long had Eunoia been lonely? Well, she wasn’t lonely literally, but had anyone come to check up on her where she could rely on someone? He didn’t know, and he knew it wasn’t his business to know so. “…You said you also had deep attachments to someone?” Broken Spawn said to the robot, thinking back at what she had said earlier.

  Eunoia gives no response for a few moments, only just stares calmly. After a moment, she finally speaks. “Mhm. As much as I hate to admit it, but I’m afraid she’s too wary of me to get close. I don’t mean ill intentions, but it’s difficult talking to someone you know doesn’t trust you.” Eunoia said as she hums. 

   “…Does she not come here?” Broken Spawn said, Eunoia giving Broken Spawn a reassuring smile, as well as a pat on the shoulder. “No, she comes quite often than you can imagine. But..it’s still uneasy knowing she would prefer stealing over talking to me. But no matter, it is what she prefers.” Eunoia said as Broken Spawn yawned, showing signs of waking up, clearly earlier than Eunoia had expected. “My, seems like you’re ready to wake up, yes?” Eunoia said as Broken Spawn just nodded, not knowing if feeling tired in the Dreamsphere meant waking up to the real world. 

   Eunoia sighed as she opened her arm towards Broken Spawn, grabbing him gently and placing his head on her lap. Eunoia knows how pressured and nervous this child is, so the best she wants to do is comfort him while waking up. As Broken Spawn froze at the gesture, Eunoia pats his head slightly, as well as the wings that flutter on the side of his head. Eunoia truly was a gentle robot, surprising for a mafia boss. But that didn’t matter to Broken Spawn, cause all he thought of was her being like some sort of mother. 

    A mother, a sister, it didn’t matter. All Broken Spawn knew was that he found someone other than Fire Ring to be happy with before waking up in his house, feeling easier than the past few days. He smiled slightly as he clutched his arm in habit, making his way out the door. 

   Maybe its not so bad after all.

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       It’s been a week in TR:UD, and Elliot had gotten used to the mechanics of the realm by now. No matter how much running they did, their stamina never seemed to deplete unlike in Forsaken. They even seemed to run quite fast, and they were able to jump off the ground by about five to seven feet in the air. But they had to go scavenge for supplies during rounds, unlike where they were just provided with the basic needs to live.

  They also have their own living space, just like in Forsaken as well. Even with how cozy they feel in their own space, they can’t help but long for escape. But who can blame them? It’s apart of human nature.

    Elliot feels himself packing up his bag with pizzas, just in case a round would start. His gut instinct is usually right, so he always follows hit gut. And his instinct was to prepare for a round; so he did.

   And god he was happy he did.

  A round started right after he finished preparing for a round as he walked outside to the portal to lead them to the round. Usually it was easier to just get in there manually than resist, not like you have a choice to resist. Elliot saw everyone participating in the round, some he now recognized after a week of confinement in this hell. Builderman, Jane, Bacon Hair (Bacon for short, Guest, and himself. Shedletsky still had a nasty wound from fighting 1x, so he had to stay until he’s ready to head out.

   The survivors teleported to Desert Town, a town which seemed to be unoccupied by its past inhabitants. Elliot searched for wooden planks to decrease the timer, and was also scavenging for leftover supplies from the town. By some luck, he found a stash of flour, and maybe some water. This could be enough to use for pizzas and drinks the survivors need. Elliot placed the supplies in a separate bag as he rushed out of a house and checked the list of survivors alive. Some were in a chase, some were injured. Elliot wondered who the killer is; so he rushed over to find the survivors that were injured and gave them some of the pizza. 

 A few moments, Elliot ran out to where Builderman was, still running and fighting the killer. Elliot was in a daze from all the running until finally, he saw a familiar red chasing the CEO.

  A red Elliot can NEVER forget.

   “It can’t be…this can’t be happening again!”

   C00LKIDD was out for blood once again, wielding a sharp knife and black tentacles shooting out of his back. Elliot looked at the kid, his chest feeling heavy. How the FUCK was he supposed to protect him now if he was the one going for them?! Elliot’s breath hitched, C00LKIDD still chasing Builderman. His eye was injured somehow, his hands and legs covered in dried blood. 

  C00LKIDD did not look that bloodthirsty in Forsaken, did he? He just looked like a kid playing a fun game, but now..he seemed like he knew what pain he was causing. How did such a mischievous yet pure kid turn into a monster? How was he supposed to feel safe around C00LKIDD now after all of this, how was 007n7 going to feel when he sees his pride and joy killing again?

   But Elliot didn’t know what was happening with C00LKIDD, not internally at least.

    A ten year old, forced to watch his body do horrible things right before his eyes, not able to communicate to the ones beyond the vision. All he saw was blood, fear, and a world of hurt. Then he saw him. 

    Elliot.

  He didn’t want to hurt Mr. Elliot, never again. But his body doesn’t obey C00LKIDD’s command, and does the exact opposite. The yellow figure ran away, full of shame and conflicted thoughts. C00LKIDD didn’t want this. He never wanted this. He screamed, cried, begged to be heard by the others, but no avail. Then, a painful thwack met C00LKIDD’s back, pain surging around. C00LKIDD screamed, but his body didn’t, only just a pained expression.

  The child was also forced to endure every pain given to his body, even though it was self defense from the other survivors.

    “LET ME OUT! I’M SORRY! PLEASE, I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE!”

    He screamed, as loudly as he can, his knees on the floor as he clutched his head.

              “I WANT MY DAD!..”

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      “Chance, don’t you miss me?”

Said a mocking tone as Chance looked back at the familiar man he doesn’t want to hear from. He recognized the yellow skin, the rich and slick hair, the blue tuxedo and green pants, and the Ice Crown. Chance didn’t want to remember him, didn’t want to recognize him. ITrapped, one of his closest friends he ever made during his time before he had gotten Forsaken’d. He had always shared a drink with him, played Russian Roulette with him multiple times, yet he had gotten betrayed by him. 

   The man before him was not the ITrapped he knew, or what he seemed to know. It was a twisted interpretation of what Chance saw now, and what he thought of. He hated the fact that after all these years of “friendship”, it was all a masquerade, some sick and cruel joke. Chance knows he will never get to see him again; thank GOD. 

   But Chance had a deep connection with ITrapped, even if it was mask for ITrapped to hide his intentions. Chance can’t help but stare at the figure before him, the figure now walking towards the gambler slowly and steadily, taking his time as he laughed. Chance couldn’t see his face, couldn’t remember at all. All he saw was a man with a blank face. 

    “…You’re..You’re not real.” Chance said as his breath hitched, stepping back a few steps while “ITrapped” stepped forward, hand on Chance’s chin. “Oh am I not? Ha ha ha…Chance-y, think again.” ITrapped said before a sword pierced through Chance’s stomach, blood spilling everywhere.

    “HOLY ####!” 

 Chance screamed, breathing heavily as he was clutching his stomach, his eyes brimmed with tears out of fear and confusion. After a few moments of calming down, Chance looked around, only to find a certain Squire leaning over him, an unreadable expression on his face. “Chance. Breath.” Mafioso said, helping Chance sit up properly. Chance hyperventilated, his eyes trembling and heart pounding. Was he in the Dreamsphere again? Chance took a final shaky breath as he looked at Mafioso, who was patting his shoulder, his face hidden by his black fedora. Chance started at the slightly taller man, who was sitting on his knees next to Chance.

   “Chance, did anything happen?” Mafioso asked Chance, who seemed worried for the gambler. Chance smiled slightly at this as he coughed a bit and stood up, Mafioso standing up right after. Chance sighed as he leaned on Mafioso suddenly, which was out of character for the oh-so confident Chance.

      “…Chance, sit up straight.” Mafioso said, placing his hands on the gambler’s arms, assisting Chance when standing up. Chance sighed as he finally stood up straight, Mafioso crossing his arms. Chance slightly gazed at Mafioso, who walked away but then shifting towards Chance, gesturing to come with him. Chance took that opportunity to chat with his old friend, and not running away from Mafioso covered in blood. 

     “…Okay I know my luck is great and all but why the hell am I here again.” 

   Chance asked, his voice sarcastic. Mafioso didn’t say a word as they continued to walk around the place. It seemed to be a mall, an abandoned one. “Hey, what is this place anyway? Never seen it.” Chance asked as Mafioso sighed.

    “Dying Mall. This is where the Mafia hides out for a break.” 

 Chance nodded as then asked Mafioso another question. “Where are you takin’ me, Maf?” Mafioso didn’t reply for a second, his black silhouette shifting to the shorter man. “Somewhere where you can talk to me with no disruptions.” Mafioso replied.

   Chance chuckled at this, as he followed the Mafioso. “Lead the way then!”

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      Dying Mall was…really tall. Even with Mafioso here, they both had to walk manually to get to the spot where Mafioso desired to go to. Chance groaned out of exhaustion, even if he didn’t feel tired one bit. The two stayed silent for the past thirty minutes before Chance saw a bunny waltz past them, Chance’s eyes flickering to the bunny. The bunny had snow white fur, fluffy ears, and anything you would expect from such a delicate creature.

  Chance stopped, marveling at the sight of the bunny. Chance laughed at the sight until Mafioso walked up and placed his hand on Chance’s shoulder. “What got your attention?” Mafioso asked the awed gambler.

   “Are there always bunnies roamin’ around?” Chance asked, looking back at the Squire, a genuine smile on his face.

  Mafioso nodded, and then looked at the bunny, his eyes softening a bit. “When you live around these parts, you get used to seein’ these creatures more.” Mafioso said as he led Chance away, Chance sighing. Chance knew Mafioso had a soft spot for bunnies, but wouldn’t admit it.

   After a few moments of grueling miles and studs of walking, Mafioso sighed and grunted, clearly tired from all the miles they had to walk up. Usually he wouldn’t complain but with Chance here? It was only a matter of time before Chance started complaining.

  “This isn’t going as fast as I thought.”

   Mafioso said before taking out a net from the inside of his coat, as if he kept that for the entire time.

  “…Why the hell do you have a net.” Chance asked, curious of what the Squire is planning to do. “Just grab on tight.” Mafioso responded as he opened his free arm to Chance, who Chance oddly accepted, Mafioso placing his hand tightly on his waist, which resulted in a confused and flustered Chance. 

   “…Okay what on Robloxia are you doing Maf..” 

   “I forgot I had this so I’m using it.”

 Mafioso said as he span the net, jumping into the air as they floated higher off the ground. Chance was astounded, but mainly irritated.

“..YOU COULD’VE USED THIS THE WHOLE ####ING TIME?!”

   Chance screamed, Mafioso grunted. “I forgot. Jeez, cut out on the screamin’.” Mafioso said. Chance sighed as he regained his cool, the both of them landing on the platform once the net’s effect ran out. 

  “Okay I gotta admit, that was pretty cool.”

   Chance said as they walked to the place they finally reached the destination, which was a small store with a few couches and a coffee table in the middle.

  “Guess it was worth it for the horrible process to get it I suppose.” 

  Mafioso said as they both said down, both sitting next to each other, Chance crossing his legs as Mafioso sat down normally. “Sooo..why did ya bring me here Maf?” Chance asked the man next to him as Mafioso shrugged.

  “Just wanted ya to talk to me since you’re barely here in the Dreamsphere because of its rarity.” Mafioso said as Chance nodded, his arms now behind his back.

  Chance is just glad he doesn’t have to fight Mafioso from here on out.

   They’re both glad they can rest.

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   007n7 and Dusekkar arrived at one of the spawn points, which was located in a dark, bushy forest with a bunch of old foliage around the area. The Spawn point looked like a regular respawn platform, but it was inverted and malfunctioning due to the misuse of the platform. 007n7 quickly used a burning command on the spawn point, while Dusekkar dissolved the pad.

  “That should be the…tenth one? Sweet Builderman..” 

   007n7 said as he cleared out the rest of the entities surrounding the forest with a linked sword. Dusekkar used his staff to disintegrate the other entities. 

   “How much of these left, we must lack. Let us get the remaining ones, for we should be almost done with our task.” Dusekkar said as he leaned over to 007n7, who was checking his C00Lgui for more spawn points.

“…That’s strange. We knocked out like ten! We should’ve made progress.” 007n7 said as he checked the waypoints and coordinates of each spawn point, which appeared to be more than last time they checked. 

   The pumpkin looked at the gui, intrigued. How was it possible for the spawn points to regenerate at a quick rate? 

    Unless…

   There was a third party interfereing with their progress. Dusekkar shifted to 007n7, who already figured it out. “Have you already figured out what has been causing us problems?” Dusekkar asked the exploiter. 

  “Yeah. We have to go fix that.” 007n7 said, closing the C00lgui. 

   A few moments later, they teleported to where the spawn points were respawning. But something unexpected had happened, and 007n7 couldn’t believe it.

  The darkness had appeared, or so people had said when a certain exploiter had surfaced on Robloxia. What 007n7 could see was a twisted version of his coworker and old friend, a memory oh so lost to time. 

  One half of this hacker was rotten and a disgusting purple shade, while the void star was on his head. Was 007n7 being tortured in the most horrible way? He didn’t know. 

   But he saw his old friend again for the first time in years when he had gotten a permanent ban from Robloxia.

   But why was Noli even doing all of this?

         “..Noli?”

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     “Sixer! I got you some chocolate with caramel!”

  A yellow figure rushed out, yellow hair rushing through the breeze as the figure sat down on a bench next to a Guest. The Guest wore a dark hat with a red rim with an ‘R’ on it, as well as a black hoodie with the watermark ‘ROBLOX’ planted on the center of the hoodie. This Guest was a regular Robloxian, or specifically a Guest that lived a normal life. “Noob! You remembered my sweet tooth?” Guest yelped in joy, Noob happily giving them a bag of chocolates and caramel. Noob laughed a bit as they bumped their elbow, nudging their friend a bit. “How could I forget! You always light up with joy when I bring you these.” Noob said as they also took one chocolate out of the bag, snacking on it as well.

  “Hey, you hogger! Ya said it was for me..hahaha!” Guest laughed along as they swatted Noob’s hands away from the little bag. “Come on!! You know I like snacking with you!” Noob yelled out as they got up and snatched the bag up and started running, the Guest laughing along as they chased the Noob. 

   “Noob!! Get back here! Give me my horrible yet delicious caramel and chocolate!” 

      “….”

      W H A T     A      N I C E        M E M O R Y . . . 

        ”NOOB! ARE YOU SERIOUS!? YOU FRIENDED ‘HIM’?!”

     A vague memory can be recalled, a Guest yelling at an exhausted Noob, standing in front of a Bacon. Guest filled with jealousy and greed, they had gotten into an argument near a pond at the dark of night. 

        “GUEST! HOW CAN YOU TELL ME WHO I WANT TO FRIEND?!”

   It was an ugly memory, one that Guest didn’t want to remember. They didn’t remember the Bacon’s face, but they knew that the Bacon was something that had taken their friend away. The next thing they remembered was the sound of water, splashing everywhere, Noob nowhere to be seen. 

   No one had really understood Guest’s pronunciation of speech, but Noob was the only one to interpret and understand what they meant. Seeing Noob with someone else, especially one where Guest had a grudge with, it wasn’t something pretty. Their friendship began to wane, Guest and Noob falling apart as they drifted. Guest didn’t remember what they did next, but they knew they consumed something to make them a monster.

   They barely remembered, but they clearly remember Noob running away in fear, never coming back after. 

    Months later, they were brought to a black void, with another Guest standing across from them. She seemed to have long hair, and seemed to be corrupted. They had the same hat they wore, as well as the hoodie since it was regular uniform for all Guests. But the other was twisted, she was corrupt and unlike anything Guest had ever seen. 

    Red eyes stared at the Guest, the irises squinting as Guest felt a sharp pain everywhere in their body. 

             “AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

                                    So now, there were two people of the same kind, now combined into one

                                   NEVER able to separate until the Upper Being decides to grant them mercy.

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        Elliot had grown tired of being here. Sure, he really liked everyone there, but was being trapped in a prison everything that would happen to the pizza man? Doing these rounds over and over, it was making him go mad. Even seeing C00LKIDD every time made him question whether forgiving was something not made for them. 

   Looking at that child had made things worse between Elliot and 007n7. Elliot felt horrible for feeling this since he swore there were no hard feelings, but he can’t help it. Elliot couldn’t help but feel that maybe…

     It wasn’t a good idea to even be involved with them.

     No! Nonsense, they had gone through so many awkward and unnecessary arguments, there was no need to start contemplating right now. He was in a round for fucks sake! It’s been a month since this torture, and all he hoped was for some peace and rest. 

   There was too much going on, and Elliot couldn’t take it.

     Jane was running to the portal after a few minutes have passed. She had gotten some supplies for their hideout, and a good amount too. She had gotten some gallons of water from a storage room, and some bread from a seemingly abandoned bakery. 

   So now she’s running to the portal, along with the other survivors.

   But something seemed off about this portal.

    By the time Jane opened her eyes, all she saw was Robloxia in shambles. She had spawned in a familiar house, the lights turned off. She knew exactly where she was. She rushed over to turn on the lights, and she looked at the area she was in. 

  This wasn’t right. 

  This can’t be right!

   A picture frame can be seen sitting on top of a drawer on the side of a kitchen counter, Jane hugging a man of yellow around the same age of her in the picture frame. 

   This was HER home. Why was she freed? 

     She bolted out of the door, not even caring about leaving the door open. What she saw mattered more than some door. What she saw was her brother, corruption flowing through his veins as spikes erupted from the ground, debris everywhere. 

    Just then, a figure ran towards John Doe, a woman with black clothing, a black hat, and pink hair. Jane knew who that woman was, how could she not?

       “SIS!”

    The woman looked back at Jane, her eyes widening as she ran towards Jane. She had an old pistol in hand, but put it away once she saw Jane. “Jane! Get out of here!” The woman screamed, grabbing her hand and fleeing the scene. 

    They both fled, their hearts full of bitterness and guilt. The woman hugged Jane once they fled the scene, hiding behind a tall building. “I was so worried for you Jane.” Jane sniffed as she hugged back the woman, or Mrs. Doe back. 

     “How did this happen?..”

       HOW DID ANY OF THIS HAPPEN? …

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    There were many different realms in Robloxia, some old, some ancient, some relatively new. There are always new realms being made in Robloxia, made by many creative and wonderful creators. Robloxia was a growing world, with many places and activities for Robloxians to do. For example; Sword Fight On The Heights. It was a popular realm for many to sword fight and respawn without troubles, made by the famous admin John Shedletsky. SFOTH was probably one of the first hits that are still known today, an iconic realm no one could forget.

   But never mind that, this isn’t about SFOTH.

      Deep underground in realm at an abandoned train station lies a museum, one forgotten by many. Its name was The GardenView Museum, one of the establishments from an old franchise named ‘Dandy’s World.’ It was a famous show for teaching young kids the basics of good manners, basic skills in communicating, and just life lessons for children. It was discontinued due to unknown reasons, and the center and the museum were shut down because of safety protocol. 

   But what nobody knew was that the toons, or the characters that starred in the show were still in Robloxia, dealing with a personal hell of their own. 

     Ding! Floor 15.

    Sprout, Astro, Looey, Rodger and four others rushed out of the elevator to search for machines to extract ichor from, which is a black substance that has unknown properties. Looey rushed out of the elevator to search for the twisteds, or infected versions of the toons overcome by ichor and personal experiences they had been through. After gathering all of the twisteds, Looey moved somewhere else while the other toons were quickly extracting machines and getting snacks and supplies for the others living in the center. 

  “All twisteds gathered! Let’s roll!” Looey said as their face had a smile planted on his face as he ran out of sight with the twisteds. The other toons nodded as everyone split up, while Sprout kept an eye on Looey just in case he went on one heart. Picking up a few candies and tapes, Sprout found a machine as he used a copy of a Veemote, a copy of Vee’s favorite remote which can fill up a machine once. After a few moments, a bright and cheery voice called out somewhere. 

    “Get to the elevator! I’m on the last machine!!” 

That voice belonged to Shelly, one of the toons and fast extractors of the team. Sprout ran to the elevator, as well as the other toons. Just then, the elevator opened, as well as the timer on the clock. Shelly sprinted to the elevator full speed, while Looey ran into the elevator swiftly as Sprout waited outside of the elevator to yank a few tapes off the twisteds.

    “Woo..is everyone here alright?”

   Sprout asked, fidgeting with his scarf as he walked over to everyone in the background, checking to make sure they didn’t get hit, especially Looey.

  “Yeah Sprout, we’re pretty good.” Rodger said as he checked his capsules he collected.

  “Mhm..yeah. Uh..I should be good.” Astro replied, the crescent moon tugging his blanket that covered himself a bit tighter.

    Everyone had the same responses, and Sprout felt easier.

After checking everyone was alright, they continued to trudge forward down the floors, getting as much as they can until it was their end. By the time they had reached floor twenty four, half of the team was gone. It was alright for now since they always wake up in their rooms when dying, yet it still hurt. 

     The only ones who remained were Sprout, Astro, Poppy, and Gigi. 

Extracting as fast as they could, they reached the next floor until they had reached their demise. It was a blackout on one of the most cramped floors ever, and to make it worse….

   It was Twisted Pebble AND Twisted Gigi on the same floor as well. The fastest twisted with the item stealer? Yeah, no…horrible floor, they were doomed. Sprout healed everyone as much as he could, until he was the final one standing. He was used to this at this point, but it still made him feel bitter at how poor he was healing everyone. After dying to Twisted Pebble, he didn’t just wake up in his room, but instead…he woke up in a city full of debris. 

     ‘Wait…where am I?!’ was all Sprout could think, standing up as he clenched his scarf and tapes he had stashed in his bag.

    Before he had time to even register what was going to happen, all he heard was a loud yet broken voice, one full of malice.

       “TH1S !$…..M4S5 1NF3CT!0N !”

     Before Sprout knew, he saw a gigantic wave of green energy zooming towards the strawberry toon, too fast for Sprout to have a reaction and flee.

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     “UGH!!” 

   Sprout groaned loudly, his arms flexed in front of his face for protection or out of instinct as the green projectile flashed towards Sprout. The strawberry braced for the pain as he felt his fragile heart break, black liquid leaking out of his arms and green rashes spread outward from his injured arms. Sprout got to his knees as he held his tears in stubbornly, gritting his teeth as he took a deep breath. He checked his bag, checking to see if he had any heals on hand. After checking his bag full of candies and food, he sighed as he didn’t have any on hand. 

     Unfortunately, he didn’t. He dug his hand further in a hurry, but to no avail. After not seeing he didn’t collect any, he grabbed his bag and sprinted into another direction away from where the projectile came from, his arms burning up with a spiky sensation that creeps through his body, sending a chill down his spine.

   “1 S3e Y0u..” 

   A voice called out, loud thumps can be heard from behind Sprout, but he didn’t dare look back. Sprout was known for having one of the few toons with the highest stamina, and it’s clear why. Sprout ran for a solid five minutes without looking back, dodging other projectiles the pursuer had sent towards the toon. But Sprout was getting tired, and his legs were becoming sore as sweat dripped down his red skin. 

   Sprout dug through his bag without looking, relying on this hands to feel for the soda can inside his bag. Once he successfully found it, he opened the can and downed the contents inside his mouth, feeling the burst of energy soar out and into his body as he continued running, trying to get away from the chaos happening all around. But that feeling of energy soon ran out, now Sprout downing down more soda until he reached his last can. With only drinking half of it, he sprinted farther away from whatever is behind him, not daring to look how Sprout is dodging the attacks without even looking. 

   Sprout knew he had to escape quickly since he wasn’t anywhere in Gardenview, but somewhere else. Sprout knew that if he were to fall victim to death, he wouldn’t come back so easily. 

    After a solid thirty minutes of chasing and running, Sprout ran out of items to use to make him go faster or determined. He was out of luck, his bag empty to the point where the bag just flew in the wind. Seeing he needed to regain stamina, he finally looked back at his chaser. What Sprout saw was a figure, adorned in a black cape, a green domino grown and as well as unbroken chains around the torso of their body. What he also saw was their ribcage, faintly shown inside their torso. 

    “W3LL w3lL…WH4t k1nD 0F cR34TuR€ are ¥0U?”

The figure asked, two black dual swords accompanying the sword master. Sprout didn’t answer, but instead sat there, his arms supporting his figure up. “I should say the same about you. What ARE you?!” Sprout exclaimed, taking his time to stall. The other laughed coldly, white hair flowing at the slight breeze. “TH4t d03s N0t cOnC3RN Y0U.” The figure replied, their voice deep and full of mystery. Sprout’s breath hitched as the figure raised their sword up, the sharpest tip pointing towards Sprout’s chest.

    “Y0u 4RE !N m¥ M3R€Y.” 

   The figure raised one of the swords up, and then brought it down swiftly and precisely, supposedly aiming for Sprout’s head. Sprout was about to run until a shadow loomed over the two from the sky, as if a bird was taking flight and observing closely. 

    “WATCH OUT!”

  A man with wings swooped down onto the area, deflecting the sword slash that the other green figure was about to pull on Sprout. D4MN1T! !T’$ 4LWA¥S Y0U SH3DLetSK¥!” 1x yelled, putting pressure on their sword as the other slashed at 1x. Sprout recognized this man from years ago when Dandy’s World was still in its popularity, the one who helped fund Delilah and Arthur, founders of Gardenview and Dandy’s World. Sprout gasped as he got up, looking at Shedletsky who was fighting his creation. “GO! I’LL COME AFTER YOU!” Shedletsky yelled as he kicked 1x by the leg, resulting in a yell from 1x. 

   1x was crouching down on one leg, regaining the energy to fight back as Shedletsky took the chance to take off after Sprout, wielding his Wind Force. But before he could flee, 1x suddenly sliced Shedletsky’s wing, heavily damaging the intricate structure of said wing and leaving Shedletsky to run on foot. Shedletsky winced at the pain, but fleeing the scene as he followed Sprout to safety, leaving 1x alone. 

        They’ll get them next time.

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    Shedletsky grunted as he dragged his legs and his injured wing, clutching the broken bone and feathers. He followed the little toon that was sprinting with a bated breath, green leaves flowing in the wind as he ran. Sweat drenched the admin’s face as he gripped both his sword and his wing as they both hid inside an abandoned building, or rather a shop. They hid behind a counter as Shedletsky slid down to the floor, his breath hitching. Sprout nervously shrank down against the counter, his eyes widened as if he was traumatized.

   After a few moments of sitting in silence, Sprout sat up and gently grabbed Shedletsky’s injured wing, observing the wound.

    “…What’re trying to do?” Shedletsky asked as he groaned, his tone sharp as he got defensive over his wings. Seeing the man wince and flinch back, Sprout immediately let go of the wing as he checked inside his bag again to see if he can convert some tapes into a cupcake. Seeing that he had around two hundred tapes, he used half the amount to make a cupcake. Sprout fidgeted with the tapes, soon making a cupcake to give to the admin. “What..what are you even makin’?” Shedletsky asked as he looked over the toon. 

   “Just— something. Your wing is injured and you need to get it healed!”

   Sprout said as he handed over the small cupcake to the admin, Shedletsky staring at it. Shedletsky was confused, but ate the little baked good anyway. He felt a rush of energy, feeling his wing easing with pain as he checked it. The wound and bleeding stopped, only leaving a wounding scar on the wing. Sprout checked the wing, but for some reason, it didn’t heal the entire wound. “Huh…you’re a healer?” Shedletsky asked the toon curiously as Sprout anxiously checked the scar again. “Yeah. I heal. I just- why didn’t it heal all the way?!” Sprout said, his voice cracking with irritation.

   Shedletsky shrugged as he tugged his wing away from Sprout, resting it. “Eh, the pain went away and the bleeding stopped.” Shedletsky answered, his smile present on his face even after all the chaos. “I think I’ve seen and met ya before.” Shedletsky said to Sprout, the little toon nodding to the admin.

  “You did. At the first opening of Gardenview, you were the one who funded the entire franchise.”

  Sprout said as he sighed. Shedletsky perched his head up, remembering a vague memory of him, at a museum. “Ohhhhh! Yeah you were the one described as stubborn and protective!!” Shedletsky said as Sprout’s mouth twitched. 

   What the HELL did Sam tell this man?!

   “I’m not that stubborn! Protective I won’t deny but I only want everyone to be in good shape!” Sprout said, his voice getting louder as he spoke. Shedletsky patted the strawberry’s shoulder, stopping his outburst. “It’s alright. It’s alright to be a little stubborn sometimes, it’s apart of your character.” Shedletsky said, his arm resting his head as he leaned against the counter. Sprout slightly grumbled as they both sat there in silence, awaiting for the perfect time to flee from this building and out into the open world.

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        Elliot woke up frantically, his eyes bloodshot as he got up from the dirty ground. He looked around where he was, looking at the amount of debris and abandoned buildings. Elliot started walking around nervously and wary of the area, trying to locate of there was any danger nearby. He seemed to be in the main plaza of Robloxia City, the formerly bustling city of the world of Robloxia. 

 ‘This is probably another of those replicas in TR:UD. The Spectre can’t allow us to escape THAT easily.”

  Elliot thought in his head, smelling the horrible stench of ash and blood mixed in the atmosphere. Clouds of dust were drifting and shifting forms, even though the buildings still looked new and just like the usual. He paid attention to his surroundings, taking in everything that he should use to his advantage in case something happens. He swerved right, aiming for a tiny crack between two buildings as he touched the wall, feeling the imperfect edges and rough surface of the wall, unlike the ‘perfect’ yet wrecked material he’d feel every time he was out scavenging in TR:UD. He squinted at the rough edges of the wall, observing it. After a few moments of observing the imperfections, Elliot felt a breeze in the air as he walked out of the crack and out into the open again, walking more studs around until he heard voices and chaos from the distance. 

   Elliot flinched up after hearing the outburst, running to the scene as he saw limbs everywhere, black monsters roaming about. Elliot froze up as he lunged over to a wall, hiding between the cracks of the buildings so he didn’t get detected. He took a breath, calming himself down before looking over the wall that hid his presence from the mutations. Elliot soon spotted a mutant growing closer to where he was, and he clasps both his hands on his mouth together to keep silent. 

   Elliot felt the air get thicker, the smell of dust and blood in the air. The steps ventured closer towards Elliot, who was trying with all his might to not make even a little sound. His eyes were staring at the little sharp corner of the building, hoping the creature would retreat from its tracks. 

   Elliot shut his eyes, his shoulders tensing up as he waits for the mutation to either pass or spot the pizza man.

     Beep…Beep..SWOOOSH!

    The mutant never came, in fact, all that came was a terrifying scream as well as exhausted sighs and annoyance from someone. Elliot shifted over to the edge of the wall, examining the area around him. When he looked, he saw a bunch of un-anchored mutants, blood, and as well as a certain figure in the distance. There stood a man around the mid-twenties, holding a replica of a linked sword, as well as a black panel with red outlines around the rectangular window floating in front of the man.

   Elliot felt his breath drop a bit, an uneven smile building up on Elliot’s face while he leaned on the wall for support.

  007n7 looked around, checking the tracker on his C00Lgui for any remaining mutants and unwanted creatures in the distance. He sighed as he was about to dissipate his C00Lgui until his tracker located one more person, hiding between two buildings behind the exploiter. 007n7 shifted to face the two buildings behind him, spotting a red shirt as well as a grey jacket tied to the waist of a figure that was hiding in the crack. 

   007n7 used his C00Lgui to teleport to where the person was, sword at the ready in case it was a problem to be dealt with. After a few moments of standing still, 007n7 teleported in front of the person who was frightened to death by the sudden appearance of the exploiter. 007n7 stumbled back a bit, looking at the pizza man who basically shrieked in shock. “…Elliot?!” 007n7 said as he lunged in front of Elliot, now kneeling on the ground with Elliot. 007n7 placed both of his hands on Elliot’s shoulders, checking to see if it wasn’t a cruel joke or a dream. “You’re here!” 007n7 said as he took a breath shakily, his voice cracking with joy as Elliot chuckled a bit, seeing the poor exploiter. 

   007n7 was very tired of trying to coordinate where his son and Elliot were, since he hasn’t used the C00Lgui in its full power in a while. His eyes were really baggy, and dark circles were clearly visible on his face. After seeing Elliot, maybe there was hope that C00LKIDD was here as well. “Where’s C00LKIDD? How was he?” 007n7 hastily asked Elliot, who’s face contorted by the mention of that kid. “…You don’t want to know.” Elliot said as he took 007n7’s hands off his shoulders. 007n7 was confused, yet still pushed a bit further to know how his beloved son was doing and what had happened. “..Elliot. Seriously…this isn’t funny. Where..Where is he?!” 007n7 asked once more, his voice rising up with worry. Elliot was getting impatient, as well as 007n7. 

      “Seven, you seriously!—“ 

    “Elliot! Please! Tell me where he is!!” 007n7 practically shouted, Elliot’s face filled with rising anger and annoyance. “LISTEN SEVEN! SINCE YOU WANT TO NAG SO BAD, LISTEN UP!” Elliot snapped without a warning, leaving 007n7 silent. Elliot’s breath hitched as he distanced himself a stud back away from the exploiter awkwardly. “…Your son is a killing machine. He is GONE. I can’t..” Elliot rustled his hand through his hair as 007n7 listened, his face becoming pale.

    “No. I swear something must’ve happened!..” 007n7 started as Elliot cut him off with a finger, shutting the exploiter up. “He is gone. You have to get a move on. I can’t believe…” Elliot catches his breath, 007n7 digging his fingers into the ground. “Elliot..how. How can you say that?…” 007n7 stuttered, unable to process the words that Elliot had said. Get a move on? On his son? That’s impossible to 007n7, to say the least. 

   “You KNOW I can’t let go of him! He is NOT gone! He…can’t.” 007n7 gritting his teeth in denial. Hearing his child killing mercilessly once more, how can he believe it? Is the Spectre playing a game with them? He didn’t know, and with how things are, he guesses he probably never will. Elliot stood up, his movements full of hesitation. 

    “You..you are probably one of the unluckiest people I’ve ever seen.” Elliot started out, 007n7 looking up at Elliot who was about to leave. 

       “Elliot?…”

    “As much as I’m glad to see you again, I can’t help but feel like…”

      “It were better if we never crossed paths.” 

    That sentence hit 007n7 right in his very core. As much as it hurt, Elliot was right. 007n7 had caused multiple disasters upon Builder Brother’s Pizzeria, and had been responsible for the damages. Elliot’s family was always the ones paying for the expenses, which sometimes led to Elliot working double-time, making 007n7 to believe that maybe, just maybe, they were meant to always never cross paths again.

    Elliot turned away awkwardly, leaving the exploiter alone. 007n7 was hurt, yes, but so was Elliot. 007n7 turned back as he pulled out his C00Lgui, and teleported swiftly away from the place, leaving Elliot alone with his thoughts.

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    “Get it over with.”

    Said a raspy female voice, a figure slowly approaching out of the shadows. The figure was a guest, but not like any other guest. This guest could talk, speak, and do anything a regular Robloxian could do. This figure was a mixture of blacks and red, binary coding infecting the lower body while the arms were a bright neon red, claws sharp enough to cut through flesh. The figure also had a unique face too, one face split into two parts; one born to be full of malice, one full of anger yet mostly sorrow. 

   “…”

   The other half of the face stayed silent, red eyes looking away at the sight. He seemed hesitant and unfocused on the task that was set upon them, or rather he didn’t want to go through with it. 666 let out an exhausted groan, now lifting the heavy arm upwards, facing the sky. Sixer didn’t know how he had gotten in this predicament, but he sure knew there was no way out. 666 fused together energy and radiation together, as well as old codes that were deemed dangerous to Robloxia. Sixer watched as the body that the both of them were trapped in obliged to 666, now slamming the ball of energy into the ground. 

   “That should do it.”

   Said the female counterpart, now lifting themselves up from the ground while Sixer just watched. He didn’t know whether he should try stopping this or comply, but it seemed they had no other choice. “666, is this necessary?” Sixer asked the other counterpart, watching his volume in case they had been overheard by a certain someone. “Since when were you able to speak?” 666 quietly asked, Sixer becoming rather quiet after that remark. “…Ever since I gotten trapped here with you.” Sixer responded timidly. 666 sighed, the ground starting to shake.

     “Best you prepare for what is about to come now, though you will probably not listen to my instructions.” 

   Sixer didn’t know what she was talking about since she had better experience with…this sort of thing rather than themself. Sixer was just supposed to be one of the Guests that had the ability to speak and talk, but that got immediately taken away by an unfortunate event that happened in the past. He liked having the ability to speak, but now he doesn’t even know where they were now. But instead of defying 666, he decided to brace himself, which he was glad he did in the end.

   Hundreds of thousands of Guests appeared from the ground as if it were a zombie apocalypse. Seeing the sight made Sixer shiver, yet it didn’t show. “…What are we going to do with them?” Sixer asked, still focusing on the now risen Guests. 666 chuckled lightly as she moved over towards a certain Guest, a rather small one. “Do you see this?” 666 asked Sixer, gesturing at the small Guest in front of the figure. It seemed like a child, a small, weak, and pathetic kid. Sixer was not sure why the kid was relevant. “I do, but why is that?” Sixer asked, tension building up between the two souls.

  The little kid struggled to get up, its limp arms failing to lift the tiny Guest up.

     “These are what happened to most of the Guests that aren’t allowed to stay on Robloxia anymore.” 666 explained, looking at the glitched out face of the tiny Guest. Sixer looked around once more, looking at the formerly banished Guests that have now escaped the ground or the BanLands. “..This—..” This was inhumane, Sixer had thought, seeing the poor kid crouching blindly with no way to lift itself up.

    “Isn’t it horrible?” 666 had asked, her voice lacing with joy rather than anguish. 

      “Doesn’t it fill you with anger, seeing your kind being treated by the admins as so?” 666 asked Sixer, the counterpart looking at the other Guests with guilt. Most of them were blind, all of them now unable to control their own bodies. Hell, all of them weren’t even alive or conscious anymore. Sixer barely remembered why he was filled with anger, it just happened. 

   “Why did we deserve this? Why did some of us stay while others were forced to go?” 

   666 sighed, now getting tired of acting like a sympathetic robloxian. She led them both towards another group of mutated Guests, three in particular. A male, female, and a child it seemed like. 

   “This..is..”

    “A family.” 666 finished Sixer’s phrase. The said family were blinded by codes, their eyes blocked while the three held each other close. Sixer felt bitter, seeing this poor family suffer. He watched them twitch faintly, as well as letting out a pained groan here and there. Looking at this family, Sixer had contemplated whether he should watch everything unfold without lifting a finger, or to show malice for these poor Guests. 

   “Oh Sixer, dear Sixer.” 666 said, reminding him of the time when that nickname held no bitter memories, as well as a yellow figure. They twitched their claws instinctively while 666 continued on.

   “Just let it happen.”

          W E         H A V E         N O         O T H E R        C H O I C E .

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    Noob gasped as they kept on running, the adrenaline rushing through their head. They didn’t dare look back as they kept on rushing through streets and making turns here and there. They gripped their bright blue scarf out of instinct as they drank a bloxy cola to speed themself up. They seemed to be at an abandoned neighborhood, one that seemed lively before disaster struck. 

   The neighborhood looked like it had bright green grass, yet now it’s dead and full of ash. Noob looked at the abandoned houses, most of them having that signature yellow and red color theme. They rushed inside a house, trying to get away from the horde of Guests that were chasing the poor Noob. After shutting the door and barricading the door with a chair, they leaned against the wall to regain their energy. They looked around the house, looking at the blue floors, the yellow walls, as well as the familiar furniture. 

  They walked to the kitchen, hoping to find any supplies they could use to their advantage. Ever since they had been separated by their friends, they had to mostly on the snacks that they sneak inside their bag. 

  After scavenging the cabinets clean and storing whatever they could, they looked at the two beds that were across from each other on different sides of the house. 

  Noob, being the nervous, antsy, as well as a curious Robloxian, decided to look at the things in the drawers in case there was something they could use to survive. They started walking to a bed, cautiously looking outside the windows to see if there were any controlled Guests wandering the place.

      “This..looks oddly familiar..” Noob states, looking at the interior of the house. They looked at the nightstand beside the bed, a picture frame standing upright. Noob slowly picked it up, blowing the dust off so they could get a better look at the picture. “O-oh god..can it be?” Noob quietly muttered as they observed more closely at the picture frame. What Noob saw were four figures, one a Guest, a girl with rich maroon hair in a bun as well as a red scarf, a young man wearing a blue bandana with choppy brown hair, and finally Noob themself. Their breath hitched as they looked at the walls on the other side of the house.

     A pair of posters plastered on the wall, one with the infamous hacker John Doe, and his wife Jane Doe. Noob’s eyes dilated, quietly taking a step forward. Noob knew this house. They remembered faint memories of their three friends, happy memories that Noob could never forget. 

    “####! Acorn, they’re gettin’ closer!” a hushed voice called out from outside, Noob jumping up from the sudden noise. Noob’s breath hitched as they inched closer to the window, hiding behind it for coverage. “Bacon, just—okay…! We’ll hide in my house. Hurry!” cried out a girl, footsteps trudging up the stairs in a fast pace. Just then, the door that Noob had barricaded shook, grunts and hard banging can be heard from the other side of the door. Then, keys dangle out, making a lot more commotion than expected. Noob didn’t process who these people were, but they could tell they were in trouble.

  Noob hurriedly removed the chair that barricaded the door, now opening and grabbing the two figures and slamming the door shut. The two people crashed onto the floor, groaning tiredly as Noob quickly placed the door back in place. Noob was fairly nervous around people they never met, but they could tell they met them before. Noob quickly covered his face with his jacket hood, as well with his blue scarf. They huffed, now looking at the two figures as the three kept quiet until the horde of Guests had passed. 

   After a few moments of staying silent, the other man sat up exhaustedly as he adjusted his bandana while the girl tidied herself up. In the dark, gloomy house, the man asked Noob a question. “Who..who are you?” He asked. Noob squinted his eyes as he observed the other, the darkness surely not helping. But even with the darkness, they could tell who he was. Noob didn’t want to jump into conclusions as they shifted their attention to the girl with a bun and red scarf. 

   Noob cautiously took off their hood and moved their scarf out their face, breathing heavily.

     “B-Bacon? Acorn?..” They asked, their voice barely a whisper. Bacon and Acorn’s eyes dilated, looking at the figure before them. The nostalgic yellow, the familiar blue, and the signature bandages on their cheek. Acorn faintly remembered a bright and outgoing Noob, an energetic young adult. But now, all they see is a nervous robloxian, jumpy at the slightest sounds yet determined to get through it all. 

   “..Noob!” Acorn yelped out as she ran towards Noob, hugging them tightly, while Bacon did the same. Noob practically jumped at the contact, but accepted the hug with no hesitation. Noob’s eyes started to get wet, happy and joyful tears practically flowing out of their eyes. “Noob!! We’ve been worried sick. Where were you?” Bacon asked as he basically squeezed the life out of Noob. How the hell was Noob supposed to tell his friends that they had been transported to an eternal hell for six months? “I-it’s a long story…I don’t really wanna uh..g-get into the details..” Noob said as they freed themselves from the tight hug. 

  Bacon sighed as he moved to the window slowly, peeking out of the blinds covering the windows. “It’s clear, we should make a run for it.” Acorn hesitated as she backed up to a wall and slid down. “We should…take a break. We’ve been running for days searching for supplies.” Acorn stated as Noob sat down next to her. Bacon sighed as he walked towards the two, sliding down on the wall as well as the three hid for quite some time.

  After a few moments, a loud roar can be heard, making the trio jump up. “What was that?!” Acorn said, yelling in a hushed tone to not attract any sound. Noob clutched their blue hoodie while Bacon crawled to the window, his eyes growing wider as he backed away. “Stay..stay quiet. I don’t think—“ Bacon started rambling until spikes pierced through the walls of the house, causing the three to flee further away. 

   “O-oh god. It’s him!” Noob stuttered as they prepared the window for a swift escape. Bacon immediately followed, but Acorn was still confused. “Wait wait wait—who’s him?!” Acorn yelled out. “No ####ing time Acorn! Get out!” Bacon screamed as he tugged Acorn’s arm towards the window as they fled in the open, trying to lose their pursuer in the process. 

   Before the three fled to safety, Acorn looked back and saw who this person was.

      It can’t be him..can it?

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   The three ran away from whatever is chasing them, the adrenaline rushing to their heads as they made their way over to the nearest building possible yet far enough to hide. Bacon shuts the door behind them, barricading the door with any furniture necessary as they made their way over to the basement. 

  Once they closed the door that led to the basement, they immediately sat down far away from the door. Noob cracked open a bloxy cola as Acorn felt the room with her hands since the room was very dark. After a few moments, Acorn found a light switch, turning on the lights in the basement. The three looked around the room, which turned out to be a very familiar basement they went to a long time ago. There were papers everywhere, stacks and stacks of old documents on the floor as well as cans of Witches Brew and Bloxy Colas. To say the least…this basement was trashed. 

  “Isn’t this his basement?..” Noob started, getting up from the floor as they made sure to be careful of not falling on the papers and folders. “It is.” Bacon replied, now looking at a specific corner where most of the documents, records, as well as folders were stacked around. Despite all of the trash around the area, Bacon could see that there was a man, clearly focused on his laptop and also flipping through folders and records of whatever inside. The man had black headphones on, a black cap, and a black hoodie. Bacon took a closer look, yet not close enough to grab the man’s attention. He had small goat horns on his side, as well as black small horns on his head, representing a goat. 

   Acorn moved over to where both Noob and Bacon were, almost tripping on a can of Witches Brew in the process. “Is that him?” she whispered softly, moving a bit closer to get a good look at him. From the last time they saw him, he didn’t have these horns at all. It was as if they were always apart of him though when taking a closer look.

   “..What are yer kids doin’ down ‘ere.” Roblox asked suddenly, his head lifting up from his workload. He took off his headphones and placed it next to him, crossing his arms as the three jumped up in surprise. “R-Roblox! We…uh..” Bacon babbled, unable to make a complete sentence. The admin sighed as he continued to look on his laptop, typing a few things before acknowledging the three again. Acorn shifted towards Roblox a bit, now in front of Noob and Bacon. 

  “Roblox, I have a few questions to ask you.” Acorn started, the air becoming thick with suspension and silence between the four. Roblox sighed as he listened. “Shoot.” He replied. Acorn took a breath as she adjusted her hair with her hand. “Well..I wanted to ask uh..what is going on with Robloxia?“ She asked Roblox, the admin letting out an exhausted grunt as he rustled his hand through his grey hair. “ ‘M still tryin’ to figure that out.” Roblox said as he focused on his laptop again, yet still listening and telling the three about the current state of Robloxia.

   “Builder hasn’t been in office for quite some time, until last month. A few months back, he was an energetic and passionate man. You all remember.” Roblox started off, the three were silent the entire time. Ten months ago was the last time they saw Builderman. He had a different skin tone rather than gray. He was passionate in his work, always trying to be positive and always contributing to the community of Robloxia. 

   “He’s been missin’ for six months until last month. Came to see me soon after. He…was different than before of course.” Roblox said, now lying back in his chair. To Acorn and Bacon, this was new information, but to Noob..not so much. “..How different was he?” Bacon asked, now curious. Roblox’s eyes shut in irritation, but still answered his question. “His personality was different. The way he talked, the way his skin tone went from a bright yellowish-beige to gray.” Roblox responded, not wanting to give more information yet he carried on. “Somethin’ invaded Robloxia, and ‘m tryin’ to secure the codes and realms. I don’t really know what invaded Robloxia, but it sure as hell ain’t weak.” Roblox said again. 

  “…Well.” Acorn said hesitantly, clutching her sleeves on her grey jacket, clearly changing the subject. “I heard that two of the prisoners went missing from the BanLands..and I think I have the right to suspect it was them. I know you haven’t told me about what happened last time but—..” Acorn stuttered, getting slightly emotional. “Acorn, calm down..” Bacon said quietly, trying to soothe Acorn. Acorn then slammed her hand on the table, startling Noob and Bacon. “It’s them, isn’t it? It is. Do not lie to me.” Acorn said, tears building up in her eyes as Roblox looked at her with slight pity. “..Yer know I can’t answer that.” Roblox stated, putting his hands together on his lap. 

  The tension was thick, Bacon and Noob standing next to Acorn in worry, yet not interfering between the girl and the admin. Acorn’s breath hitched as she stared at Roblox, eyes looking deeply in Roblox’s. After what felt like forever, Roblox sighed as he kept his composure. “I apologize. It’s better you see for yourself.” Roblox vaguely hinted. Acorn did her best and kept her composure, yet her face was full of frustration and irritation. Acorn walked away to the other of the basement, Noob looking at her from behind as Bacon rushed to get to her. Noob’s eyes were full of sympathy, as well as guilt for keeping something that they knew the rest didn’t.

      Roblox is right. I hate to admit it, but he really is. 

   Noob thought silently, now finally joining the other two and sitting down right next to them. 

    Just then, Roblox spoke yet not picking up his head and focusing on his workload. 

     “Some things are better left unanswered.”

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   Taph had his lights turned off in his house, sitting down on his couch as he preened his feathers. He sat in the darkness as he plucked out old debris and dirt from the gaps and edges of his wings, silence overtaking the atmosphere. It was eerily quiet, and although Taph was mute and couldn’t talk, he hated the quiet. He looked over the couch and towards the boarded windows and the door that was surrounded by traps and tripwires. He fluttered his wing, shaking off the excess dirt out and moving onto his other wing. He carefully removed some broken feather bits, as well as….a small twig? How did that even get in there..?

Taph took it out, now finishing with his wings as he stood up and walked to his kitchen in search for his favorite snack: Pop Rocks. He opened his cabinet, grabbing out a grocery bag of sweets. He dived into the bag, digging through the piles of sweets until he found what he was looking for. His wings fluttered when he grabbed the Pop rocks out of the bag, now walking towards his couch as he snacked on the pop rocks, the tingly sensation taking over in his mouth as he swallowed the small pop rocks down his throat.

Taph moved over to a closed window, carefully looking through the cracks of the wooden boards covering the window as he gazed outside. It was barren, and no one was outside. Taph wasn’t aware why it was so desolate, but he knew better to not deal with it rather than having more problems for him to deal with. He walked away from the window, now sitting on the couch as he turned the TV on, switching channels every so often. He watched the cooking shows, yet uninterested. He switched to cartoons, but he hadn’t really been into them as well. It was until he saw the news, the network channel he barely checked because he was too busy defending and trapping himself in the comfort of his own home.

Taph tilted his head, his wings fluttered in curiosity as he stayed on the Ro:News. He listened as the TV changed, a man sitting professionally on the screen with a slick and neat black suit. The man on the screen looked more aged than the last time Taph had turned on the TV, gray hairs visibly sticking out from his usually neat hair and eye bags visible.

“Hello Robloxians, Myths, CNP’s, Bacons, and everyone, welcome or welcome back to Ro:News. Builderman — he is gone. Nowhere to be seen. As of a month ago, Builderman had returned for a short moment after disappearing for six months straight, but now he hasn’t been seen anywhere. Some speculate that he was abducted, but who would dare to go after the CEO of ROBLOX HQ himself? No one knows, and we have no leads whatsoever.”

Taph lifted up his head, listening to the news given to him on a silver platter. Builderman was missing? Again? Taph turned off the TV, now pacing in circles as he rushed to the fridge to get some water. Taph opened the bottle, throwing the bottle cap somewhere that didn’t matter, drinking the liquid in one go. To Taph, Builderman was one of the most important and possibly one of the most powerful people he had met during his work, and admired him greatly. Finding out that Builderman was missing again made Taph upset.

After a few moments of just standing there, a loud BAM echoed through the walls of Taph’s home, Taph slightly jumping as he quickly brought out another subspace tripmine to throw at the front door. Taph assumed it was one of the rebelling Robloxians out for Taph’s head, but he would usually hear loud screams. Instead of the said screams, all he heard was the sudden bang on his door. A terrifyingly loud bang on his door. All Taph could think was..

‘What the fuck.’

Nevertheless, Taph deployed another subspace tripmine for good measures, in case the attacker in fact DOES break in. Scary. VERY scary.

Taph slowly crouched down, slowly crawling to a boarded up window which he took down the wooden boards off, as an escape route to flee. Taph was actually glad he did just that, because right after he took them off, an…an ARMY OF FUCKING GUESTS just barged through his door, activating the traps. Taph jumped out of the window and fled, running as if the hoard and everything behind him didn’t matter. He had to find someone. ANYONE, that he knew.

He knew whatever was happening right now, shit was about to go down. 

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I'm sorry everyone! This fanfic will be discontinued from now on.

I've just lost interest in Forsaken, and I believe that I've unfortunately added too many fandoms to this crossover.

I will still be writing, but I'll be writing about my current hyperfixation as of right now, thank you for understanding.