Unexpected Round.

by L4ZynBoredWriter

Summary:

What if 1x1x1x1 decided to fuck every survivor instead of killing them one by one? ----> Something I saw on Twitter.

Notes:

I'm not good at writing scenes. So you might expect a lot of errors or mistakes. Opinions are allowed.

Chapter 1

So you saw the summary yeahh. I'm not done with it yet.

Chapter 2: So-called 'Soldier' (1)

Summary:

The survivors barely ends up actually watching anything. Whatever is playing is mostly just on in the background while they chat. Not until the timer ticked, then- everything went black.

Guest wakes up, in an unfamiliar map. Huh. He never seen this place before, and not used to it. The map is also... Kind of confusing.

The survivors gathered upstairs, some of them sitting on the floor, Shedletsky being greedy and sitting on the bean couch and laying his other leg on Builderman's lap. 

 

"Shed."

"What?" 

"Get your legs off."

"...nahh."

Builderman gave Shedletsky a side eye then turned to the TV, a panda. How cute.

 

Chance was lying beside Elliot. Elliot didn't mind, but it was kind of annoying. Chance would purposely poke Elliot's waist and make Elliot jerk in surprise.

 

"Hey-! I told you to stop doing that!!"

"Come on dude, it's funny!"

"I'll poke you back then!" 

"Both of you, stop. You're gonna fall..." Guest snorted at their interaction.

"He started first!"

TwoTime sitting at the corner, praising the 'spawn'. Of course... They would do this kind of shit.

007n7 being extremely silent, sitting on the floor beside Guest. Dukessar floating around, in a sitting position with a bored expression. Taph trying to catch him because he thought of holding Dukessar legs like holding up a balloon... 

 

Until the timer ticked, then- everything went dark.

 

Guest woke up, he was surrounded by a rugged environment with towering structures and ominous entrances leading underground. 

 

The air was thick with tension, and the usual chatter of other survivors were absent. This round, he was alone. The silence was only broken by distant echoes and the occasional creak of the environment settling. 

The killer this round was 1x1x1x1.

 

Determined to survive, Guest cautiously approached one of the large holes in the ground. He knew these led to the underground sections of the map, areas that could either offer refuge or become a trap.  

 

Taking a deep breath, he descended into the depths. The underground was a maze of tunnels and chambers, dimly lit and echoing with every step he took. As he navigated the labyrinth, he stumbled upon a generator, its design more intricate and challenging than the ones he remembered.  

 

He approached it, ready to connect the wires and activate it. As he worked, he remained vigilant, ears tuned to any sign of 1x1x1x1's approach. In this unfamiliar map, with its treacherous underground and formidable killer, Guest relied on his instincts and determination to survive. 

 

Guest's fingers moved quickly over the controls of the generator. Its longer wiring and pulsating sparks made it more complex than anything he’d fixed before—but he was focused.

 

Then it happened.

 

A hum broke through the silence. It was music—distorted, stuttering. Guest froze. He knew that sound. It wasn’t ambiance. It was 1x1x1x1’s theme.

 

He immediately let go of the generator and stood upright.The lights above flickered once. His breathing steadied, shallow but controlled, as he scanned the dim corridors of the underground maze. The noise was louder now, like the killer was shifting reality just by being nearby.

Guest stepped forward—slow and deliberate—eyes trained ahead, shoulders tight with readiness. If 1x1x1x1 came out from the shadows, Guest was ready to lunge, ready to fight, or at the very least, escape.

 

The eerie hum of 1x1x1x1's distorted theme echoed in the walls, making it impossible to ignore. Every nerve in his body was on edge. He didn’t know where the killer was—but he felt it. The sense of being watched. It was almost suffocating.

 

Then, without warning, the cold fingers of the killer wrapped around Guest's neck from behind. A brutal shove sent him crashing against the wall, knocking the breath from his lungs. His vision blurred for a split second, but his instincts kicked in.

 

Guest’s hands shot out, clawing at the killer’s wrist, but the grip was unyielding, like steel. He gasped, his throat constricting.

 

With a grunt, Guest’s leg shot out, connecting with 1x1x1x1’s face with a sharp, satisfying kick. The force sent the killer stumbling back, momentarily disoriented.

 

Guest stood tall, his chest heaving with adrenaline. "You..." The killer growled under their breath. Their voice was gritty with fury.

 

"SON OF A--"

 

1x1x1x1 lunged, a surge of glitching energy around them. Guest's hands shot out, just in time to block the killer's corrupted attack. It was like trying to stop a wave of dark energy with nothing but his bare hands. The mass corruption thing that 1x1x1x1 wielded was like a reality-bending force, distorting the world around them in ripples of chaos.

Everything is happening to fast... Then-

One chain snapped taut around Guest's waist, dragging him down to one knee. Guest grunted, his breath ragged. His hands trembled.

1x1x1x1 approached slowly, footsteps silent. Seems proud at their work. Guest snarled, baring his teeth, eyes blazing with fury and defiance. The chains pulled tighter—his body creaked against the pressure.

"Ugh!-"

 

The chains constricted tighter.

 

With a final metallic snarl, they wrenched Guest’s arms behind his back, locking them in place with a sickening click. His legs buckled, and he collapsed onto the cold, broken floor of the underground—his cheek pressed to the mud, breath shallow and fast.

 

He tried to move. Nothing. The killer knelt down, tilting their head. 

 

 

..

 

 

GET CLIFFHANGED LOLOLOLOL

Chapter 3: So-called 'Soldier' (2)

Summary:

Choking, finger fucking, humping (?) I guess.

Notes:

"Stop moving."

"Like HELL I would listen to you!"

Guest keeps struggling, maybe it could make the damn chains to get off him.

Not until he felt something pressed against his ass. 1x1x1x1 rubbed their crotch against Guest's behind. 

It took a while for Guest to realize what's going to happen to him.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" 

Guest yelped as he felt a smack on his ass.

"Shut up, will you? Be grateful I don't feel like killing you today."

Guest keeps moving, struggling, trying to break free. 

"Stop moving."

"Like HELL I would listen to you!"

"Aight, you're making this harder for me."

His breath quickened. He clenched his teeth, not from fear—but from frustration.

With deliberate slowness, they lowered their weight, knees pressing down onto the backs of Guest’s legs, pinning them flat to the floor.

Guest grunted in pain, his cheek against the mud as his legs were forced to spread and stay down.

1x1x1x1 grinded against Guest deliberately, pressing harder.

"Have you ever thought of taking a break?" 1x1x1x1's breathing was heavy, while grinding his crotch behind Guest.

A break? Well, it's been a while, he never let himself relaxed.

"M-maybe if you and the others decided to stop killing my companions every damn round!" God, is he enjoying this? Trying not to moan, he doesn't want to admit that actually feels so fucking good.

"I'll think about it."

"Mnhh- f..fff-fuck you!-"

"Oh?" 1x1x1x1 tilted their head, Is he actually fucking enjoying this?

"You call yourself a soldier? Yet you're squirming at my touch." 1x1x1x1 smirked, the well trained, soldier, is now enjoying getting fucked by a killer? Well, not yet.

The killer pressed harder, firmly. Grinding against him again. But more aggressive, Guest grunts, in pleasure? Shit, he felt so embarrassed now. 1x1x1x1 grinned, who knew a soldier could be so... Sensitive?

Guest felt his pants gets torn off, now his ass is exposed, and Guest felt a little cold from it.

"What are yOUmhMpH-" Guest was cut off, his sentence trailing into a surprised, punched-out moan as 1x1x1x1 shoved their finger in.

"YOu-!" The killer's fingers moved in and out of Guest with brutal precision, each thrust accompanied by a mocking whisper. 

"Hm, what would your teammates think if they saw you like this?"

Guest could only respond with another moan, which satisfied the killer.

"A strong, soldier, getting fucked by a killer?"

"Mffh-g..hh..s..shut..upmmmm..."

"...not surprised that you'll still talk back, I hated your guts. It's annoying, you know? You always ruined my plan when I almost killed him."

Guest trying to muffle his moans by biting his lips, not until 1x1x1x1 flipped Guest over, making Guest facing them.

"Even though I sometimes succeed and you failed to protect him." Finally 1x1x1x1 pulled out his finger, Guest gasped at the sudden emptiness. Guest glared at 1x1x1x1, he had never handle this kind of humiliation before.

"Let's see how long you can hold that." 1x1x1x1 grinned.

Guest gasped as the killer suddenly wrapped a hand around his throat, choking him. He barely had time to register the sudden lack of air before the killer thrust in hard, their thick length slamming deep inside him. He threw his head back, his bodyjerking forward from the rough entry.

The killer thrust in hard, ignoring Guest's body tensing up. began ramming into him as hard as he could, focused on nothing but destroying him from the inside out, watching as Guest's moans all came out as strangled mumur

Guest drooled, either from the ruthless pounding or from being choked. 

"P..pp..please..-" 

1x1x1x1 didn't slow down one bit. They instead got rougher. Their thrusts began to be more sloppy and faster as 1x1x1x1 chased their own release. 

Guest felt his vision start to blur. He felt his consciousness fading... His vision blurred, his ears ringing, and his breaths becoming shallow and rapid. Then 1x1x1x1 finally came inside Guest, a neon, green, cum. 1x1x1x1 pulled out, his cum flooding from Guest's hole. Guest's body goes limp and unconscious from the intense sex. 

1x1x1x1 dressed himself up, didn't even bother to remove the chains from Guest. 

With an eerie stillness, 1x1x1x1 walked toward the slope that led back up to the surface. No stairs. Just an angled passage carved into the terrain.

At the edge of the incline, the killer paused.

Their head turned—just slightly—toward Guest.

"One down."

And with that, 1x1x1x1 disappeared into the shadows above, their theme music glitching into silence.

 

Notes:

Aight this is my first time writing this so there might be errors, I don't mind opinions.

Edit: Please leave comments and give me your opinion... Thanks. And your reaction too. Thanks again.

Chapter 4: Hey.

Whoever is sending links to a MINOR of my fic. Fucking stop, that's a lot of comments of them commenting shit and I had to delete them. Stop this shit for once.

Chapter 5: Into the trap. (1)

Summary:

Unlike Guest, the other survivors managed to find the others, some of them spawned next to each other.

Now they're gathering at some corner, not used to this kind of map.

"Has anyone seen Guest??"

Weird...

Where's the killer...?

No. No. Where's Guest?

 

Unlike Guest, they weren’t alone.

 

—

 

Taph had spawned beside 007n7, the quiet glow of their bombs lighting the dark corners of the map. Taph didn’t speak. (Obviously)

Elliot, breathless and anxious, had spawned not far from Noob and Builderman. The trio met near around the corner, the hum of a nearby generator pulsing in the air.

-

The survivors gathered until they realized someone was missing.

 

“Hey… where’s Guest?” Noob asked, voice quiet, eyes darting nervously around the ruins as thunder echoed overhead. The others could tell—they were anxious. Understandably so. This round’s killer was 1x1x1x1… and Noob knew all too well they were usually the first to be hunted.

 

Elliot rubbed the back of his neck, trying to sound casual, but the worry in his eyes betrayed him. “I… I don’t know. Maybe he just spawned somewhere else. He hasn’t been attacked or anything—so maybe he's okay? Because if he were, I could sense where Guest is.”

 

Shedletsky, leaning against a broken wall, clicked his tongue. “This map’s confusing, dead ends—anyone could get lost down there.”

 

“Yeah, but...” Noob shifted uneasily. “What if he’s not just lost? What if—what if 1x1x1x1 found him first?”

 

Builderman crossed his arms, voice steady but stern. “We would’ve seen the signal. Just like what Elliot said, he can't sense anything. There’s nothing yet.”

 

Chance, crouched by a half-lit generator, looked up. “Eh... He's fine. He's Guest. Yk?"

 

Dusekkar stayed silent.

Elliot hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the group. "Why don't we split up and find him?" he suggested, concern evident in his voice.

Noob shifted uncomfortably. "...That sounds risky," they murmured, their eyes scanning the shadows.

Taph, began setting up trip wires and subspace tripmines around their current location, creating a defensive perimeter.

Builderman stepped forward, determination in his eyes. "I'll go alone," he declared. "I can build a dispenser to defend myself and retreat to Taph's trap if needed."

Elliot looked at him, worry creasing his brow. "Are you sure?"

Builderman nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I can just run back."

As the others discussed their plan, Shedletsky casually leaned against a wall, holding a half-eaten chicken leg—the emergency one he was supposed to save if his health dropped.

With a loud crunch, he took another bite.

Elliot turned, eyes wide. “Hey! You—You're not supposed to eat that now!!”

Shedletsky raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. “What? I was hungry. Besides, you’ve got pizzas, right?”

Elliot stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded. “I mean… yeah,” he muttered, hugging the pizza box closer. “Still. That was your heal item, dude.”

Shedletsky shrugged, mouth full. “Moral support heals me better.”

“💀🍗🫵🐖‼️” (FAT ASS)

Shedletsky choked on his last bite of chicken, pointing with outrage. “Oh, you—why you—!”

But Taph was already bolting off, cape fluttering behind him as he grabbed 007n7 by the wrist and dragged them along like a silent hit-and-run. 007n7 barely had time to react, stumbling into a sprint.

“Wait—w-hey-!” They disappeared behind a row of broken crates.

Elliot stood there, the pizza box still in hand. “...I haven’t even finished assigning partners yet…”

He looked at what was left of the group—Builderman already walking off alone,

Elliot was still mid-sigh when Chance strolled up beside him, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.

“Well, guess I’m stuck with the pizza boy,” he said with a smirk.

Elliot gave him a side-eye. “You stood there while I tried to plan.”

Chance shrugged. “I go where the chaos tastes best. Besides…” —he leaned in a little— “someone has to make sure you don’t turn into cheese bait.”

Noob, still looking uneasy, found themselves next to Dusekkar, who floating silently.

“I guess it’s just us then…” Noob said.

Dusekkar gave a single nod. Calm. Reliable.

“…Cool. I’ll, uh, follow your lead.”

—

Not far away, Shedletsky watched Builderman disappear into the path ahead. He adjusted his grip on the now sword and cracked his neck.

“Yeah, nah. He’s not walking into that mess alone,” he muttered, taking off at a jog toward Builderman’s direction.

 

-

 

Builderman crouched near the wall and started working quickly, hands moving with practiced precision. From his toolset, parts clicked together with metallic pings.

A few moments later—whirr—click—shunk!

A dispenser stood ready, its lights blinking softly.

Builderman had only gone a few steps past the dispenser when he felt it—

A familiar shift in the air, like the world itself was corrupting.

Then the music started.

 

A dreadful hum that vibrated in his bones.

 

“Shit…” he breathed.

The sound was getting louder. Closer.

1x1x1x1 was coming.

 

He turned to glance back—just in time to see the faint, figure of the killer.

But then—

CLUNK! WHIRR!

The dispenser was activated.

It locked onto 1x1x1x1 and with a sharp PCHOW, a bolt of concentrated energy blasted straight into the killer. The impact made them stagger for a second.

Builderman didn’t wait.

He turned and ran, boots slamming against the grass. Behind him, he heard the dispenser fire again—

—followed by a terrible CRUNCH.

The next second, 1x1x1x1 tore through the dispenser like paper, sparks flying, metal screeching as it was obliterated in seconds.

But by then—

Builderman was already gone, vanishing into the dark map ahead, breathing shallow, heartbeat racing.

Builderman’s heart raced as the hum of 1x1x1x1’s theme grew louder, the melody warping the air around him. Suddenly, a sharp, sound pierced the air.

A green-glowing sword (aura?? Effect??) (Idk how to explain that shit so just have this.) materialized mid-air, hurtling towards him. Before he could react, it struck him squarely in the back. An electric shock coursed through his body, and his limbs locked up. The world around him seemed to slow as 1x1x1x1 approached. With ease, the killer lifted Builderman off the ground, pinning him against the wall.

Builderman struggled, but the killer's grip was unyielding. 1x1x1x1 stood inches away, towering over him.

Builderman dangled mid-air, his back pinned harshly against the wall.

“Tch. So light. I forgot how short you are.”

“Uffhhmm- What are you trying to do-?!”

Builderman's breath hitched as he felt the cold wall against his back and the killer's strong grip holding him in place. The killer's voice was low and mocking, sending a shiver down his spine.

“You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck someone your size.”

Builderman stiffened. “Oh telamon,” he muttered, 

 

Notes:

Get cliff hanged again

Chapter 6: Into the trap. (2)

Summary:

Builderman gets his brains fucked out 🫵

1x1x1x1 slammed Builderman harder into the wall. Builderman winced, gritting his teeth through the impact.

Builderman's legs dangled just off the ground, dangling uselessly in the air. 

“You think that scares me?” Builderman spat, breath heavy but defiant. “Go ahead. Throw another tantrum. You’re nothing but a fucking-”

1x1x1x1 used their sword.

SWOOSH.

The sword slashed downward. Builderman flinched—but there were no injuries or blood.

 

Instead, a sharp rip sounded as the blade sliced clean through his pants, dropping to the ground and revealing his underwear. Builderman's eyes widened, trying to move, or maybe kick the killer.

The killer's eyes glinted with sadistic glee as he watched Builderman squirm. With a free hand, he slowly unzipped his pants, revealing his dick. 

“Wait, wait!- We- can talk about this- there's no need to AH!-” 

Builderman gasped in surprise as 1x1x1x1's fingers hooked under the waistband of Builderman's underwear and ripped the underwear off, tearing it in half.

“Hm, not much of a big talk now huh?”

...

“Lift your hips.”

“What?”

“I'm not gonna repeat myself, vermin.”

The killer lifts up Builderman's leg instinctively. He grabbed it and threw it over his shoulder, holding Builderman's ass. Builderman's arms were bent at the elbows and his forearms pressed against the wall for support.

“Damn it, at least give me a secon-”

The killer tightened their grip on Builderman's thigh, causing him to gasp in pain. With one hand, he reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it slowly while holding Builderman against the wall. Then they gripped Builderman's thighs hard, spreading them wider. They pushed their length inside without mercy. They ignored Builderman's cry of pain as his tight entrance was forced open by his thick inches. They didn't give him time to adjust.

They started pounding Builderman mercilessly into the wall and making Builderman's eyes water with pain and pleasure. Builderman could only clench the wall for support.

“Mmngff- a..ahhh..-!”

The killer pulled out completely, leaving Builderman empty for a brief moment. Then, with a sudden, brutal force, he slammed back in, hitting a spot that made Builderman see stars. He did it again, and again, each thrust faster and harder than the last. The killer was hitting so deep that Builderman could feel his balls slapping against his ass with each impact.

(Enjoy Builderman moaning sound idk I guess)

“Mphm-..mhm! Hah..hah..mm..!”

“Mmmph!!!-”

”Fuck... fuck...”

Shit. Shit. This is bad.

“MMPH... MMMPH... MMPH...!-”

If they keep going like this!-

1x1x1x1's hips moved like a jackhammer, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the area.

The killer's hand tightened Builderman's thigh and lifted it higher, opening him up even wider. They plunged into him so deep that their entire length disappeared inside Builderman's quivering body.

“NNNGGGHHHH... MMMMMMPHHHH...!”

I'm going to!-

Builderman's body tensed up, and he felt the warm release against his stomach, some of them on the floor.

“Pathetic.” 1x1x1x1 grinned as they looked down at the mess Builderman made. Builderman's eyes were half-lidded and teary, and drool was coming out from his mouth.

The killer suddenly grabbed Builderman's jaw with one hand, forcing his mouth open. He kissed him roughly, biting his lip hard and pushing his tongue inside. The killer's tongue was incredibly large and thick, filling Builderman's mouth completely as they kissed him. It curled and twisted, exploring every inch of his mouth and pressing against his tongue, dominating him completely.

Saliva filled Builderman's mouth as the killer's tongue moved relentlessly. The killer pulled away suddenly, leaving Builderman gasping and coughing as he tried to catch his breath. They leaned forward, biting down on Builderman's shoulder, making Builderman let out a loud, guttural moan while 1x1x1x1 continued their relentless pounding.

The killer let out a deep groan as he finally released his load, pumping his hot seed deep inside Builderman. They held him tightly against the wall.

The killer let out a low, satisfied chuckle as they felt their cum leaking out of Builderman's hole, the green neon liquid dripping down his thigh and onto the floor. They slowly pulled out, watching as more cum spilled from Builderman's hole. Builderman let out a grunt, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and went limp.

As Builderman passed out, the killer carefully lowered him to the ground, They sat there, stroking Builderman's hair absently as he admired the mess his release had made of Builderman's hole. 

 

...

 

Then, a voice came out of nowhere,

 

...

 

“B-Builderman?!”

 

Notes:

Alright that's all, might have some errors lol. Eat up .. PoisonDispenser shippers.

Chapter 7: Quick question.

Okay so do y'all want Elliot to walk into 007n7 getting gangbanged, and gangbanged Elliot?

Chapter 8: Creator

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

UHH.

Shedletsky and 1x1x1x1 epic fights

 

Fuck 

 

How do I write this 

Chapter 9: Creator (fr this time)

Summary:

Headcanon that whenever 1x1x1x1 stab themselves (to summon the bots) Shedletsky could feel pain too.

Shedletsky clenched his jaw, wiping sweat from his brow.

“God.”

He took a shaky breath, trying to ground himself.

 “He walks so fucking fast...”

There was a pause, then a mutter under his breath, almost bitter:

“No wonder he’s short.”

The sarcasm drained from his tone. Something deeper gnawed at the back of his mind—a strange, growing discomfort. His fingers twitched.

 “Also... I’ve been getting... weird feelings.”

His breath quickened. His vision blurred at the edges—not like dizziness, not an illness, but something... deeper. Sharper. Hotter.

 “It’s like I’m in heat.”

“My whole body’s burning—”

He leaned on the wall, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his shirt clinging to his skin with sweat.

Shedletsky turned a corner, still flushed and uneasy, forced his composure back on.

 

Pass through some walls... 

And then he saw them.

1x1x1x1.

At their feet—

Builderman.

Unconscious.

Fucking half naked??

What the fuck.

Builderman's legs twitching after getting fucked brutality.

“What the fuck did you do.”

 

Okay that's all because I'm fucking losing motivation 

 

Notes:

Also I'm saving 007n7 and Elliot for last hahahah wait till you rot.... /J.

Chapter 10: Creator.. (WIP)

Shedletsky didn’t even remember being pinned down. One moment, he stood defiant; the next—his back hit the floor, and pain bloomed like fire.

With a sickening crunch of tearing flesh, 1x1x1x1 drove the jagged, sword into his left arm, just beneath the shoulder. They shoved it deeper—inch by inch, forcing the blade through muscle and sinew until it ground against the bone.

“..AHH! ARGHHH-!”

Shedletsky’s breaths were shallow, wet. His vision swam. He could barely lift his head.

That’s when he heard it.

A single word, spat like venom.

“Pathetic.”

“UGHH.-”

1x1x1x1 was on top of him, straddling his torso, one leg pinning down his waist, the other pressing hard into his ribs. The killer's weight was unbearable—crushing. (FAT) /J

 

 

 

 

Chapter 11: Yo

I just realized I'm starving my readers and errr I'm going to rewrite the creator chapter thingy and TwoTime might be next while I rewrite Shed and 1x1x1x1

Chapter 12: Back because of school and getting into a hospital

Hello my ball sacks (yes you. That's what I'm gonna call you.)

So the gate door, (automatic one) fell on me and broke my arm lol.