To Be Seen

by r_miitski

Summary:

Elliot has always known there was something wrong with her. She hated being perceived as a female. It wasn't her. She always pushed the feeling down, especially now, that she was in this hellhole. No time to think of such tomfoolery.

But still, everytime she was adressed by anything feminine, it made her pick at her skin. she hated it. She wouldn't ever tell her fellow teammates, or friends, well, both, that. It wasn't until Noob found a crying Elliot in her cabin, that she finally told someone how she felt.

And Chance and Elliot are idiots in love (it's painful to watch, everybody knows)

Notes:

Soooo. After a depressive episodes, Modern Baseball songs and my sense of dignity still in tact (somehow) I finished this. I know I have like a billion fics I need to do but the trans elliot angst got to me first

Chapter 1: Things Left Unsaid

No one had time for feelings in this place. Not when there was blood drying on the floors and screams echoing through the maps. Grief, fear, exhaustion — they were luxuries here. If you slowed down long enough to feel anything, it would eat you alive. By this point, everyone was used to it.

It was either;
Crack, whip, dead.
Or
Slash, nom, win.

Sometimes, Elliot wondered if they would ever even get out. The answer was obviously no, but, deep inside her heart, she hoped that one day, they’d be able to go back to the real world, and not be killed everyday.

–

Elliot was on the couch, sighing as she sat near a group of Shedletsky, Chance, Guest 1337 and Builderman. They were, of course, playing 21. It was a game everyone played when they were back from the rounds, aside from pool, some card games and just normal chatter. Dusekkar and Taph were in their own corner, Taph signing as Dusekkar responded with those rhymes of his.

Noob was talking to Two Time, as they cleaned their dagger. 007n7 was, of course, nowhere to be seen. Presumably in his cabin. Not like most of the survivors really cared, honestly. Elliot never understood why Guest 1337 was so nice to 007n7, he was an exploiter. Once an exploiter, always an exploiter.

…

But, well, Guest 1337 was the most liked of the group. It made sense. Guest 1337 is a sweet guy. He had a positive, if not, neutral opinion on everybody. Elliot always looked up to him. He was strong, he was fearless, he was manly.

…

Manly.

The words tasted right yet bitter on Elliot’s mouth. Elliot never felt complete as a female. She always felt like something was wrong. She’d always play with what they’d call boy toys. She always hated the idea of femininity. She told her family she wasn’t a girl. But no one listened, so she hid it away. She started bottling it all up. She hid it all away, living her life as someone she wasn’t.

But, she can’t just… Change. She’d throw it all away. She’d lose her friends, right? They’d all think she was weird. She’s a girl. Once a girl, always a girl, right? She knows what would happen if she spoke up about it. Guest 1337 would look at her funny, Shedletsky and Builderman would probably call her a disgrace. The others? They’d never support it, right?

As much as she told herself that, she knew that some of the others were queer. Well, kind of. She knew Two Time was non-binary, along with Chance. The Spectre gave them some sort of… Skins, clothes. Noob was genderfluid, they just never spoke up about it.

…

She’s thinking too much. She should forget it. She’s destined to be a girl. Everyone knows her as a girl, maybe she should just continue on as that. Maybe, just maybe–

Elliot was snapped out of her thoughts as Chance waved a hand in her face “Ells.” Elliot looked up at Chance with a dazed look, noticing the confusion and worried expression of the others. “You good, you’ve just been… Staring off for god knows how long.” Chance said, putting his hand down as he shuffled the cards. They sat back down on the floor, waiting for a response.

“Yeah,” She responded, a soft smile on her face, yet, it didn’t reach her eyes. “I think the rounds are catching up to me. Might get some goodnight’s rest.” She said, getting up.

“Alright, night, Ells!” Chance said, smiling at her. Elliot responded, waving at them and the other survivors, before heading out to her cabin.

–

Elliot was in the bathroom of the cabin, staring at herself in the mirror. She hated her face. The features made her look anything but masculine. Her long hair, which reached a little after her shoulders, made her feel worse. She looked down, seeing her chest. Another reason she hated her body. Everything about her was feminine. She would never be able to escape it.

Elliot wiped the tears threatening to fall with the back of her hand, not wanting to seem weak. She was strong, she swore. She brushed her teeth, splashing her face with cold water before slumping over to her bed. All she wanted was to sleep. She dreamt of a reality where the world wasn’t so harsh on her. Where she could be who she was, no judgement.

She hated her body.
She wishes it was different.
She wishes she was more masculine.
She hates how soft her voice was.
She wishes it was more deep.
She hates how big her chest is.
She wishes her chest was flat.
She hates her long hair.
She wishes it was short like a boy.
She wishes to be a boy.
But she can’t.
She’s in hell, tortured forever. She’ll never be who she truly is.

And so, the tears start to spill before she even knows it. She started silently sobbing, biting down on her nails till they bled. Hurt was a sign of manliness, right? But crying wasn’t. Men don’t cry. She’ll never be a true man. She’s destined to die in this hellhole isn’t she?

At one point, Elliot ends up crying herself to sleep. She hopes nobody heard her sobbing.

–

Chance was playing 21 with Builderman, Shedletsky and Guest 1337 back in the main cabin once more.

“Aw, c’mon! That’s not fair! WHY DO I KEEP LOSING???” Chance whined, his cards in his hands. He went over 21, landing on 25. Meanwhile, Shedletsky had won, his cards at 20. “Admit it, Chance! You’re losing your luck! We’re better than you!” Shedletsky laughed, making fun of him.

Chance had lost every single round they’d played. It was unfair! Either Shedletsky, Guest or Builderman won, it didn’t matter, he was PISSED. Yet, he was still slightly worried for Elliot. He noticed how her personality has slightly shifted. Of course, she was still the same Elliot they all knew. Bubbly, always ready to lend a hand. But recently, something has felt… Off. He just can’t quite place his finger on it.

“Chance, you good? You look distracted.” Guest 1337 spoke up, his expression one of worry. Chance looked at Guest, his smug smirk on his face. “‘Course I am! Just, Elliot seemed off, but I can’t place my finger on why.” He said, shrugging. Builderman, Shedletsky and Guest looked at each other before nodding.

“I suppose she did seem more… Dull? But, she kept getting targeted. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was just tired from that and needed a break.” Guest 1337 responded, reassuring them Elliot was fine. The others nodded, realizing how late it was getting.

“Yeah, try not to dwell t’ much on it, Chance. Get sum’ rest, it’s late and we got a big day tomorrow.” Builderman added, smiling as he stood up, his joints cracking. Chance nodded, standing up as he put the cards back in the deck.

“When don’t we have a big day?” Shedletsky muttered under his breath, standing up as he left to go to his own cabin. Builderman rolled his eyes, a faint smile on his face. “Bastard.” He muttered, walking away and walking to his cabin too. Guest 1337 and Chance stared at each other for a long minute, before Chance frowned slightly.

“Kid, she’ll be okay. She’s fine. Just tired from today.” Guest 1337 said, seeming as if he was reading Chance’s mind.

“I know. I just…. I care for her. A lot. I hate seeing her like that. My gut tells me something is wrong, yet I don’t know why.” He said, his coin in his pocket as he rubbed his arm. God./

“I understand. Get some rest, you need it. She’ll be fine by morning. I’m sure of it.” Guest 1337 said, ruffling Chance’s hair, an old habit of when he ruffled Charlotte’s hair.

Chance sighed, nodding as he chuckled at the ruffling, fixing his hair and hat. “Night, Guest.” Chance said, walking out of the main cabin.

“Night, kid.” Guest 1337 replied, a tired smile on his face.

–

Chance tossed and turned in his bed, seemingly not being able to sleep. He didn’t know why! It wasn’t just Elliot seeming off. It was just… Elliot. The way her smile made the whole room brighter, the way she worked so smoothly and efficient. The way her clothes stuck to her skin with sweat after each round.

How the edge of her eyes crinkled when she smiled, how her face features were so perfect and soft. How soft and genuine her laughter always was, how her food tasted perfect. She was perfect. She was so beautiful.

Chance didn’t get why they felt this way. Elliot was just a friend. One of their bestest friends! He can’t just… Ruin their friendship. They’re in hell FOREVER, if they ruin something with someone, they’re gonna have to live with that embarrassment until the Spectre or whatever controls them gets bored of the games they put them all in.

“Fuck.” Chance mumbled, screaming into his pillow. He was doomed.

What are these feelings? Why does his stomach feel funny around Elliot? It can’t be. The last time he felt something was with–

…

Maybe he shouldn’t think so far back.

Chance sighed, hugging his pillow as sleep overtook him.

He’d figure out what he felt tomorrow.

He always knows.

He’s Chance.

He knows.

Chapter 2: One Step Forward

Notes:

credits to my father.Kai. For helping me with Elliot coming out to Chance thank ou bye

Elliot slowly opened her eyes, looking over at the clock that Builderman had built for everyone. It was buzzing. She slowly sat up, blinking the sleep away. She lightly tapped the alarm, shutting it off. Elliot stood up, going to the bathroom to brush her teeth and change. Of course, she tried her best to avoid the mirror.

After she changed and brushed her teeth, she left the bathroom, ready for another round in… 6 hours. Damn. Luckily, it was Guests' day to cook, so she didn’t have to worry about that. Guest was a good cook.

She sighed, walking out her cabin as she spotted Chance walking out of their own cabin. Her cheeks tinted pink, but just faintly. She hoped Chance didn’t notice. She waved at him, smiling. “Hey, Chance!” She yelled.

Chance looked over to where Elliot yelled their name, and they immediately ran over to her. “Mornin’, Ells!” They said, standing in front of Elliot. “Sleep well?” Elliot nodded, continuing to walk back to the cabin as Chance just talked to her, rambling.

They reached the main cabin, smelling the sweet scent of pancakes. The Spectre was evil, but at least they gave the survivors different food options aside from pizza. “Pancakes, sweet!” Chance said, walking over to the table with Elliot sitting beside her.

“G-good morning E-elliot, G-good morning Chance.” Noob greeted them, smiling as they took a bite of their pancake.

“Good morning, Noob.” Elliot responded, smiling as Guest 1337 put the pancakes he made on the table. Chance smiled, grabbing some with his fork.

“Leave some for the others when they wake up.” Guest 1337 said, and Chance smirked as they rolled their eyes behind their glasses. “Fine, fine, just let me know if there’s more after.” They said, chuckling as they started eating the pancakes. Elliot smiled at Chance, before putting some pancakes on her plate.

Guest 1337 looked at Noob knowingly, sitting down.

–

Elliot was on the couch, sitting next to Chance. The distance between their fingers was thinner than air, heavier than words. They didn’t dare to move their hands, or speak up about it. They were both too nervous. Elliot’s head ran wild, seeming hesitant yet barely leaning into the touch.

Did Chance like her? No, they couldn’t. They’d never like someone like her. What if they found out about her? They wouldn’t like the mess they’d find inside of her. God, who is she kidding? Chance is probably only doing this to make her feel better, right?

Elliot bit her cheek, looking over at Chance, noticing Chance was looking at her behind his glasses. Chance blushed, pulling his hand back as he turned his head, hoping Elliot didn’t notice. She was a bit disappointed when Chance pulled his hand back, but she didn’t show it.

She laughed, seeing how embarrassed Chance was. But… The way he looked at her–

He’d never like you, Elliot. You think you’re a boy. He’d think you’re weird for that if he ever found out.

That voice.

Those words.

It hit Elliot like a truck, giving her a headache. She put a hand on her forehead, the headache turning into a migraine. Chance noticed her laughter dying out, and he looked over at her. His expression turned into one of slight worry, moving closer to Elliot.

“You good?” Chance asked, wrapping an arm around Elliot’s shoulders, pulling her closer till her head was on his chest. She nodded slightly, her head pounding. “I got a sudden migraine. I don’t know why.” She hummed, looking up at Chance as she leaned into his touch.

“Happens to the best of us.” Chance said, running his hands through her hair. He looked up, seeing the countdown on the wall.

10 minutes until the next match.

“...If it makes you feel better, the next round is in 10 minutes.” He said hesitantly, looking back down at Elliot. Elliot glared at him, rolling her eyes. “Can’t wait to possibly be decapitated or painted with blood in 10 minutes. Makes me feel sooo much better, thanks Chance.” Chance chuckled, shrugging as he looked at the fireplace. “Wah, wah, wah.”

 

–

THE KILLER FOR THIS ROUND IS 1x1x1x1.

Elliot opened her eyes, taking in the map. Yorick’s Resting Place. They’ve been getting this map more than usual lately, which was odd, but at least now she knew the map like the back of her palm. She spotted a generator nearby, already walking over to start doing it.

She sighed, looking at the list of people in the round as she did the generator. Everyone was still at full health, 1x1x1x1 probably couldn't catch them. That's good. She went back to the generator, but her mind was elsewhere.

Really, she’s thought of it over a hundred times. The voices say the same thing, over and over. She’s not a boy. She’s a girl.

But her soul says otherwise.

She wishes she wasn’t different. Why couldn’t she have been born a boy? Life would have been so much easier. She’s disgusting. She’s a liar. She should just die already. She’d respawn, but maybe, if she kept dying, she’d finally die once and for all.

Elliot connected the final wires, repairing the generators as she got up and looked around. She spotted Builderman, Dusekkar and Taph in the house in the map, so she ran over to them, because, you know what they say–

Safety in numbers.

Builderman spotted Elliot coming up to them, and he signaled for her to come. “Elliot! Seen the killer?” He asked, Elliot standing in front of him. “No, surprisingly. It’s weird, though. Normally, 1x would have ended us all already.” She said, looking around.

”Maybe he’s targeting Shedletsky again?” Taph signed, shrugging.

"The beloved Taph must have it right, for Shedletsky’s trailed, out of sight." Dusekkar commented, noticing Shedletsky’s healed going down by 20. Elliot saw Shedletsky auras, and went to go heal him.

–

“Shedletsky! Catch!” Elliot yelled, throwing a pizza towards Shedletsky. Shedletsky catched it, eating it and restoring his health. “Thanks!”

…A couple rounds later…

And, like that, the rounds ended. Everyone was teleported back to the cabin, exhausted.

THE SURVIVORS HAVE WON.

They all stood up from the chairs they were sitting on, looking for things to do. Builderman went to talk to Guest with Shedletsky, Taph was talki– er, signing, to Dusekkar as Dusekkar responded with those rhymes of his. Elliot never understood why he rhymed so much, but, it was their life.

007n7 went to his cabin as usual, not wanting to bother anyone. Noob was sitting on the porch, reading some newspaper that they found on the floor. Two Time…

…Elliot raised an eyebrow, noticing Two Time sitting on the top of the shelf. Yeah, she wasn’t gonna question.

And Chance?

Chance was sitting down next to Elliot, realizing how distant and zoned out she was.

“Ells?”

Elliot was lost in her thoughts, tears welling up in her eyes as she realized how ugly she must’ve looked. Everyone hates her. They’d probably avoid her and stop helping if they knew–

“Ells.”

Chance said, firmly putting a hand on her shoulder. Elliot snapped out of her thoughts, looking over at Chance.

“Mm- Yeah?” She asked, trying not to worry Chance.

“Are you okay?” Chance asked, his tone filled with genuine worry. Elliot’s breath catched in her throat, not knowing what to respond with. She put on a fake smile, patting Chance on the shoulder. “Yeah-! Just tired. Non-stop hours of rounds, haha.” She said, hoping to fool Chance. She stood up, smiling at him. “I’m gonna go get some rest.” She said, walking away. Chance hesitated, but decided to run after her.

“Ells, wait.” Chance said, stopping her in the doorway. “You know you can talk to me, right?” He said, his voice almost like a whisper. He was worried. He just wanted Elliot to be okay.

Elliot nodded, smiling at him. “I know, but, really. I’m fine. Just tired.” She responded, squeezing Chance’s hand before walking out to her cabin. Chance stood there for a second, knowing that she was lying. He hated seeing her like this.

He sighed, walking back over to the couch, he sat down, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. Should he just tell her already? How he felt?

 

No, she’d think he’s disgusting for it. Besides, they’re in hell. Only a bastard would tell her.

Well, unfortunately for Chance, he is a bastard.

–

Elliot ran to her room, shutting the door, before letting the tears spill. She sobbed, a hand over her mouth as she tried to silence her sobs and sniffles.

Chance.

Why would they ever want to help her? Why were they so nice to her? Why did she feel her heart skip a beat when they were so close to her? It’s fake, right?

Nobody would love someone like her.

She walked to the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy, tears still streaming down her cheeks. Her face was red, and her hair was all messed up. She let down her hair, throwing the hair tie somewhere on the floor. She cried, holding on to the sink for dear life.

She looked down, noticing a pair of scissors on the floor she used once to cut some newspaper for fun.

She didn’t care anymore.

She crouched down, grabbing the scissors. She stayed still, examining them before looking up at her in the mirror. She grabbed her hair, cutting it short.

God, she looked ugly.

But boy ugly.

…

She won’t ever be a boy, will she? She did that for nothing.

She dropped the scissors, sitting down on the floor as her tears got louder. She leaned back against the wall, pulling her knees up to her chest.

–

Noob noticed Elliot running over to her cabin, seeming concerned for her. They watched as Chance’s face dropped, sitting back down on the couch. They wondered if they should check if she was okay. They fidgeted with the newspaper, and after a few minutes, they got up.

She was probably okay. Right?

They tried convincing themself, knocking on Elliot’s cabin. “Elliot?”

They said, hearing the sobs, and then the sound of something dropping.

####.

They knew entering into places without permission was bad. But…

They gently opened the door, seeing as Elliot wasn’t in her bed. They walked inside, hearing the cries coming from the bathroom. They took a deep breath, entering the bathroom.

Their eyes widened, and they immediately ran over to her.

“E-Elliot! What’s wron-wrong?” Noob asked, hesitantly, noticing the scissors and hair on the floor. They pulled Elliot into a hug, and Elliot immediately melted into it, soaking Noob’s hoodie with tears and snot.

“I-I-I can’t- I’m sOrry- I’m- I hate- I’m Not a g-girl-” Elliot blurted out, the words spilling before he could think. Noob processed the words, before nodding. “...I under-understand how you feel, Elliot. I-I really d-do. Why didn’t you say any-anything sooner?” They asked, watching as Elliot broke down in their arms.

“I was- scAred-” Elliot admitted, his sobs only getting louder. “y-YoU do-don’t think i’M weiRdd-?” Elliot asked, looking up at Noob. Noob shook their head no, smiling.

“Why w-would I-I? Yo-you shouldn-shouldn’t be afraid to sp-speak up about who you are…” Noob said hesitantly, seeming a bit nervous. They were always nervous.

Elliot’s breath catched in his throat, realizing.

“R-really?” Elliot asked, his voice shaky. His sobs slowly came to a stop, but tears still streamed down his face.

“Mhm.” Noob nodded, looking at how badly Elliot cut his own hair. “Y-you kind-kinda suck at cutting hair…” They joked, trying to lighten up the mood. They realized how bad that was to say, and immediately started apologizing.

“Wait- I-I’m sorry-”

Noob was cut off by Elliot’s laughs, and they sighed in relief.

“What do I-I do with my hair…?” Elliot asked, realizing how botched up his hair actually was.

“Chan-Chance is good with fixing hair. They fi-fixed my hair once…” They said, looking at Elliot. Elliot hesitated, fidgeting with his fingers. “What if he–”

“El-Elliot. He won’t ju-judge you for wh-who you are…” Noob said, getting up, helping Elliot get up. Elliot nodded, sighing.

–

Chance was in the main cabin, sitting on the couch. He knew it. Elliot was acting weird, and he didn’t know why. Was it his fault? Did he say something? Did Elliot hear his heart beating faster than normal when he talked to him?

Why did he feel this way? He hated the word, but God, he knew. He had a crush on Elliot. Why else did he wonder how Elliot’s lips felt against his?

He misses Elliot already.

 

“Missing your girlfriend?”

Chance turned his head, seeing Shedletsky sitting down next to him with a smug grin on his face. “She’s not my girlfriend!” Chance yelled defensively, his face turning red behind his glasses. “So defensive, are you sure?” Shedletsky teased, hearing the snickering of some of the others behind.

“SHUT UP!! I don’t like her!! I- well- I do like her- BUT AS FRIENDS!!-” Chance stuttered, hiding his face with his hands. “Sure, kid.” Shedletsky hummed, making kissy noises. Chance gritted his teeth, standing up as he left the main cabin. “IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!!” He yelled, running to his cabin nervously.

Shedletsky laughed, looking back at the others.

–

Noob walked into the main cabin, noticing the others laughing. Elliot stood behind them, making sure he wasn’t visible.

Noob cleared their throat, catching the attention of the others. Noob froze, not used to the sudden spotlight. Elliot noticed, and spoke up. “Uhh… Have any of you seen Chance…?” Elliot asked, standing next to Noob.

“Better question, what happened to your hair?” Guest 1337 commented, noticing how fucked up Elliot’s hair was. Elliot and Noob looked at each other, before Elliot spoke up again. “Better question– where’s Chance?” Elliot said, his voice a bit more stern now.

“He’s in his cabin or something.” Shedletsky said, grinning. Elliot smiled, thanking them silently before running over to Chance’s cabin. Builderman looked at Noob, raising a brow. “Are you setting them up?”

“N-no… Chance is just good with hair and Elliot kin-kinda fucked u-up wh-while cutting his hair…”

The room felt silent for a second, a few confused looks on the others faces. Noticing the silence, Shedletsky, being who he is, spoke up.

“HIS?”

He asked, confused. Noob froze, realizing they slipped up.

“Ah- I- well- Elliot- uh- I- nEED TO GO-! BYE!--” Noob stuttered, before running off to the cabin where Chance and Elliot were.

–

Elliot sat on the bed, Chance behind him as Chance fixed his hair. Noob entered, watching them. Elliot saw them in the corner of his eye, waving. Elliot looked WAY better now.

“So, now that you’re here, mind explaining to me what happened?” Chance said, looking at Noob then back at Elliot. “Ahm, well…” Elliot looked around, noticing Noob left. He was alone. With Chance.

“You can tell me whatever. I don’t judge.” Chance said, cutting Elliot’s hair evenly.

“.. I don't feel comfortable in my body. Being referred to as a girl at all makes me want to scratch my skin off and rip my hair out. I don't like being a girl, I feel- weird saying this but- I feel so much more comfortable with being a boy. I know you're my best friend or- something, and I trust you, but if you feel uncomfortable with me being like this you can leave- I'm sorry- I know I’m weird-"

Elliot stuttered, regretting the words that spilled out his mouth. He stopped himself, looking at Chance. “I-I’m sorry- I didn’t-” “No, it’s okay. I get what you feel.” Chance said, his voice hesitant as he kept combing Elliot’s hair. His touch was gentle, not wanting to hurt Elliot.

Elliot’s heart skipped a beat, his breath catching in his throat as he realized how close they were. “You do…?” “Obviously!” Chance said, his usual smile on his face. But it wasn’t smug this time. It was genuine. Soft. It was rare to see Chance smile a smile that wasn’t teasing or smug.

“...Thank you, Chance.”

“Of course, Ells.”

…

And, with that, Chance kept fixing Elliot’s hair till he looked okay. Chance sighed, putting down the scissors and comb. “There! Beautiful!” Chance said, Elliot staring at himself in the mirror. “You remember when the Spectre gave us our clothes from back home?”

Elliot nodded, raising a brow.

“Heh.”

Chance smirked, pulling out a binder. Nobody knows where he pulled it out of, and no one wants to know. He threw it at Elliot, smirking.

“What the–” Elliot said, getting the binder thrown in his face. “Why’d you throw it at me???” He said, laughing.

“Don’t feel like givin’ you it by hand!” Chance said, chuckling as he laid down in his bed.

“Turn around.” Elliot said, glaring at Chance. “Alright, alright! Hold your horses. I wasn’t planning on lookin’ anyway!” He joked, turning around and covering his eyes.

Elliot took off his shirt and bra, putting on the binder. He heard it wasn’t good to wear it for more than 8 hours, but…

He put one of Chance’s t-shirts on, one that Chance gave him. He pulled out some shorts, putting them on before tapping Chance on the shoulder. “Done. Can I sleep over for the night? Don’t feel like going back to my room.” He said.

They’ve always done sleepovers together. No biggie!

Chance nodded, getting on the bed as he yawned. “Yeah, you’re my best friend, dude.” He joked, laying down on one side. It didn’t take Chance a second before he passed out. His fedora and headphones were on his nightstand, his glasses still on his face. Weird, but normal for him.

Elliot shrugged, laying down on the other side of the bed, taking a few minutes to fall asleep.

As they were sleeping, they unconsciously moved closer to each other, until at one point, they were just cuddling. Chance’s fingers were tangled in the other boy’s hair, Elliot’s arms wrapped around Chance’s torso, their breathings soft and even.

It felt nice to be held. Even in sleep. A small, soft smile appeared on Chance’s face, their legs a tangled mess. Chance snored, Elliot too.

And, with that, they slept peacefully. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

…

A nervous Noob sat on the couch, trying to figure out how to explain it as Builderman, Shedletsky and Taph sat next to them, clearly confused and wanting answers.

Notes:

RHAHH MY B ABY YYRYRFGBHGIFDHBFDS BGFRDIM SKBNBGIBNGRRMFBNGFDKNFVN

Chapter 3: Clues and Regrets

Notes:

hiiiii. mostly a lil taph focused at the end but its ok (p.s taph is using asl)

Taph walked into the main cabin, stretching hazily. He spotted Noob and a couple others surrounding him. He saw Builderman, Shedletsky, Guest 1337 and Dusekkar all looking curious and confused. But mostly, he just saw the guy he likes to call his best friend. He waved at Dusekkar, walking over.

”Bad timing, but, where are the others?” Taph signed, watching as the others shifted their attention from Noob to him. “Ehhh, I dunno. We need to find Elliot though. It's his turn to make breakfast.” Shedletsky said, his wings stretching behind him. Taph raised a brow, but then realized nobody would see since his face was covered. He sighed, signing.

”I’ll go look for Elliot, then.” He signed, walking out the cabin. Shedletsky turned his gaze back to Noob, sitting back down.

–

Taph walked around, spotting Elliot’s cabin. He walked up to the door, knocking. When he didn’t get a response, he knocked once more. Again, no response. Taph was a bit puzzled, but decided to open the door. Unlocked. Weird.

He took one good look around, seeing Elliot was in his cabin. Mm. Perhaps he already woke up and was with Chance.

Of course he probably was.

Taph sighed silently, walking over to Chance’s cabin. He knocked. No answer. He knocked again. No answer. Taph raised a brow, were they not in the cabins? Maybe he should enter.

He gently opened the door, looking around. God, it was dark.

His gaze landed on the bed, and his jaw dropped.

Chance and Elliot were snuggled up to each other, their breathing soft and slow. They seemed unbothered, as if they weren’t to get killed sooner or later. As if it was just them in the world.

Taph froze in the doorway, before stepping out and closing the door gently.

He ran back over to the main cabin, seeming as if Noob had just finished an explanation, but Taph didn’t care. He jumped onto Dusekkar, signing frantically.

”DUDE, DUDE, I HAVE TO TELL YOU WHAT I JUST SAW!” Taph said, dragging Dusekkar by his robe. Dusekkar didn’t protest, letting him be dragged to a corner of the room.

“Now, what is it that you have seen? Was Elliot not in a dream?” Dusekkar asked, looking down at Taph.

”He was just not in his cabin. I found Chance and Elliot cuddled up in Chance’s cabin!!!!” Taph said, the gay allegations against them turning out to be true.

–

Shedletsky watched as Taph spoke to Dusekkar, the words Taph signed clicking in his head. He knew it. Chance and Elliot were into each other, and this confirmed everything. He looked at Builderman, whispering in his ear. A confused look passed through the others as Builderman rubbed his temple.

“‘T this point, they’re jus’ stupid if they don't date. It’s obvious.” Builderman commented, noticing the others confused looks. Taph and Dusekkar noticed, realizing Shedletsky oversaw and snitched. Guest 1337, Noob and Two-

…

Ahem, nevermind. Perhaps Two Time should be left unbothered when they’re quite literally sitting on the top of the door. Guest 1337 raised a brow, looking at Two Time then at the others in front. “What? What happened?” He asked, clearly confused.

“Taph found Chance and Elliot snuggled up together in Chance’s cabin.”

–

Elliot’s eyes fluttered open, feeling a warm presence around him. He looked up, yawning as he noticed who he was cuddled up with.

Chance.

His face immediately turned red, nuzzling his face into the crook of Chance’s shoulder. He should probably get up already— it was his turn to make breakfast. But he felt warm in Chance’s arms. He didn’t want to let go. He just wanted to hold Chance closer.

Chance’s eyes fluttered open, yawning. It took him a moment to register the man cuddled up to him, and when he did, his face flushed RED. His heart skipped a beat, their bodies so close it was unnatural. Yet, their bodies fit like puzzle pieces. Like they were meant for each other.

Elliot noticed Chance awake, and he smiled as he realized Chance wasn’t pulling away, only holding him closer. “Good morning, Chance.” Elliot spoke, their legs tangled up. Chance’s breath catched in his throat, before a smug grin appeared on his face. “Mornin’ Ells.” He said, nuzzling his face into the other's hair.

“I have to make breakfast, it's my turn today.” Elliot said, slowly pulling away as he sat up. Chance was disappointed when he lost contact with Elliot, but didn’t show it. He nodded, putting on his fedora and headphones, adjusting his shades.

–

Elliot and Chance got changed, leaving the cabin as Chance rambled, as usual.

As they entered the main cabin, Elliot noticed Two Time sitting on top of the door. Yeah, he wasn’t gonna question. “Good morning, everyone–” Elliot said, noticing the slight tension in the room. Shedletsky and Builderman had a smug and knowing grin on their face, and the others looked like they knew something he didn’t.

“...I’m gonna make breakfast.” Elliot mumbled, walking over to the kitchen, leaving Chance alone.

“...So, what’s up, my mans?” Chance joked, though Shedletsky stared at him like he just found something crazy out.

—

As they all sat down at the table, they ate breakfast and chatted about new strategies. Everyone seemed pretty relaxed, only 10 more minutes till the next round.

Everyone quickly finished their food and washed their dishes, preparing themselves for a new round. Two Time sharpened their dagger, their usual maniac smile on their face. Chance loaded his gun with too much gunpower.

Nobody ever understood why. Chance always said he liked the adrenaline of not knowing whether it was gonna explode, do nothing or shoot. Why would he like that? He could die by being reckless!

But, at the same time, they respawned.

—

Taph was outside, looking around and enjoying the scenery. He went up to the NPCs, reading the dialogues. He spotted a note, and started reading it.

The name was blurred out… Maybe he shouldn’t keep reading. He put the note back where he found it, deciding to look near the cabin. And that’s when he spotted it. A white recorder. He picked it up, putting it up to his ear— or wing. Whatever.

He pressed play, seeing if the recorder said anything useful.

“Escape this realm and take to heart the things you’ve learned from every part,–” it started, the voice distorted and muffled. A chill ran down Taph’s spine. Why did that voice seem so… Familiar?

“–In a club unknown, where secrets are sewn, recite your tale in its depths alone.” It finished, finishing with a bloodcurling scream before it was cut off. Taph dropped the recording, feeling as if he wasn’t supposed to intervene with that.

But what did it mean? “Recite your tale in its depths alone,” he thought. That sentence ran through his mind, trying to understand. But it made no sense.

He ran back to the cabin, not wanting to think of it again. But he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Something told him that it was a clue. He should keep looking for clues—

His thoughts were cut off by the start of a new round.

—

It was a couple hours later. They did around 10 rounds in total, and everyone was exhausted. Taph immediately ran up the stairs, leaving the others confused on where he was going.

Taph saw Mart, the NPC, watching the TV with the panda as usual. Not like the NPC moved or anything. Taph sighed, before looking at the TV…

He started poking it, trying to see if anything would happen. He kept poking, and after around a minute or so, he gave up. Right as he did one final poke, the TV went static, a message appearing for a split second before giving an error code.

Taph saw the message, his eyes widening.

“Near.”

Near? What does that mean? Is this another clue?

Taph flapped his hands, a habit he did when he was curious or excited. He did it with his wings, too, but his wings mostly flapped when he was upset or embarrassed.

He ran down the stairs, almost tripping on his robe. He balanced himself, not noticing the others staring at him with odd looks. Taph took a deep breath, still jumping around as he looked for more clues.

—

Taph sat down on the couch, his head suddenly feeling like it just got crushed. He didn’t understand why it hurt so bad, and why he was so tired. He didn’t even search that long. Yet, his body felt like it was already falling asleep.

His eyes were fluttering shut but he refused to fall asleep just yet. He slowly stood up, almost falling back down. His body hurt like hell. As if something was telling him to not search anymore. But he wanted to. He felt like he had to.

He slowly walked into the kitchen, seeing as Chance, Elliot, Shedletsky and Guest 1337 were playing pool. Noob and Builderman were talking, Two Time was watching the others play pool, 007n7 was in his cabin, he assumed.

And Dusekkar was silently watching over them, making sure they were all okay.

Taph’s body felt weaker. That bloodcurling scream played over and over in his head. He heard whispers. He wasn’t crazy, he’d only started experiencing this after he found out some clues. Was this the S—

Before Taph could think of what it could be, his vision started feeling blurry. The voices around him sounded distorted and muffled. His head throbbed, and all he could feel was his head being crushed over and over.

 

His vision went black, his body going limp as his eyes fluttered closed. No— he can’t— not now—

But, before he knew it, he fell unconscious. The pain went away as he heard the others panicked movements, before he fully blacked out.

Notes:

i love making taph suffer.

Chapter 4: A Confession and More Clues

Notes:

I AM SWEATING SOO BAD O HMY FOD

Shedletsky was playing pool with Elliot, Chance and Guest 1337. He didn’t know how they managed to convince Guest to play with them, but here they are. Elliot was on a winning streak, despite never really playing it. Chance was getting frustrated, not understanding how the other was winning.

“Dude, how?!” Chance said, dropping his stick. “You’re cheating.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest. Elliot chuckled, rolling his eyes with a playful smile. “No I’m not!” He defended, shrugging.

“Just admit it, Chance, you suck!” Shedletsky laughed. “You guys always do this to me! I start off good, then I start losing because you guys start cheating!” Chance said, scoffing. Though, there was no real bite to his words.

Guest 1337 looked around, noticing Taph near. He seemed normal at first glance, but once Guest actually looked closer, he realized Taph seemed wobbly. His wings were folded, and he seemed like he was gonna pass out.

Guest 1337 immediately dropped his stick, catching the attention of the others as he immediately ran over to Taph, catching him before Taph hit the floor fully. “Taph!” Guest yelled, shaking him as he held him steady.

“What happened?!” Builderman asked, seeing as Guest stood up with an unconscious Taph in his arms. “I don’t know- he just-” Guest 1337 said, checking for a pulse. He’s not dead, thank the lord. Just passed out.

Guest 1337 let out a sigh he hadn’t known he’d been holding, seeing as the others came over quickly, especially Dusekkar. Dusekkar immediately floated over as fast as he could, seeing his best friend unconscious. Dusekkar put his staff aside, grabbing Taph.

“Get him to his cabin, Dus.” Guest 1337 said, letting Dusekkar take Taph. Dusekkar nodded, walking out the main cabin.

“What even happened? He was bouncing around the place 10 minutes ago.” Chance said, flipping his coin out of habit. “Bouncin’ around the place?” Builderman asked, raising a brow. “Y'know! He was looking around, I asked him what he was doing, he said he was finding clues or something.”

The others looked at each other, not liking what it implied. “Yeeeeeep.” Guest 1337 sighed, rubbing his temple.

—

Dusekkar laid Taph down on his bed, putting the blanket over him. Dusekkar sighed, sitting on the edge, he looked at Taph’s sleeping form, wondering if he was okay. They didn’t understand what happened. He was fine, then he passed out, now he’s here.

He should probably keep watch of Taph, just in case. Dusekkar moved closer, sitting down next to Taph, making sure he was okay.

—

Elliot walked back and forth around Chance’s cabin, Chance on the bed.

“Dude, he could’ve hurt himself and hit his head!” Elliot said, looking at Chance with a panicked expression. “But he didn’t, Ells. Guest caught him! He’s fine. Dusekkar is with him.” Chance replied, snapping Elliot out of his thoughts.

“But it could’ve happened!” Elliot replied, sitting down next to Chance. He put his face in his hands, putting his leg over his knee. Chance draped an arm over Elliot’s shoulders, pulling him close. “But it didn’t. Ells, take a chill pill.” He snapped, looking at Elliot.

Elliot groaned, putting a hand on his ribs. “Yeah… You’re right. God– my ribs hurt–” He said, grunting.

…

“Ells… How long have you had that binder on?” Chance said, raising a brow. “Ehmm…” Elliot thought, trying to recall the hours.

“Well… I slept with it… And then 10 rounds…” He said, realizing. “...13 hours…” He mumbled, but Chance still caught it. “13 HOURS??? Elliot!! You need to take it off.” Chance said, glaring. “Okay, okay. Turn around.” Elliot said, getting up. Chance turned around, closing his eyes as he started rambling.

“You know, today's rounds went smoothly!” Chance said. Elliot unbuttoned his vest, taking it off. He pulled his shirt up, taking it off as he took his binder off next. “I’m surprised! It was like John Doe got weaker overnight. At least we won! Heh.” Elliot put his shirt and vest back on, taking off his shoes. “Yeah. You can turn back now.”

Chance opened his eyes, laying down on the bed. Elliot sat down on the bed next to Chance, the air filled with comfortable silence. Elliot sighed, closing his eyes for a minute to relax. Chance looked at him, a soft smile on his face.

Neither of them said anything, letting themselves be at peace for once. Sure, it was silent. But the silence felt natural. Like they didn’t have to speak, their presence was enough for one another. For one, Chance let himself relax, his hands gently moving to linger on Elliot’s.

Elliot noticed, smiling as he locked their pinkies together, as if it was a silent promise. Chance held back a breath, worried he would ruin the moment. But as he saw how calm Elliot was, he let himself. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing Elliot’s hand.

Chance looked over at Elliot, scooting himself closer as he placed their intertwined fingers on his heart. He scooted closer till their sides pressed against each other. Elliot looked over at Chance, raising a playful brow. Chance shrugged, his glasses on his head. He stared into Elliot’s eyes with genuine love and warmth. It felt nice. Elliot's face tinted pink, their eyes locked. It felt like the rest of the world faded away, there were no killers, no dangers to hide away from. It was just them, and this peaceful moment.

Elliot leaned in, breathing softly as he waited to see if Chance would pull away. But Chance didn’t. He leaned in, searching Ellliot’s eyes for any sign of hesitation. Once he saw nothing, he finally leaned in, pressing his lips against Elliot’s.

Elliot immediately melted into the kiss, his free hand coming up to rest on Chance’s neck. After a second, they pulled away. Elliot immediately leaned in for another kiss, this one more desperate than the last. Chance melted into it, overfilled with joy. He nipped at Elliot’s bottom lip, silently asking.

Elliot parted his lips, and Chance wasted no time. His tongue immediately delved into the others mouth, their tongues tangling with each other's.

After a minute or two, Chance pulled away to catch his breath. A string of saliva connected their lips till it broke. Chance rested his forehead on the other's forehead, staring deep into his eyes.

“Elliot…”

“Chance…”

They said, breathless.

“You’re beautiful.”

—

Taph’s eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision clearing up as he realized where he was. He was in his cabin? How? But…

He immediately sat up, trying to remember what happened. His head still hurt like hell, but less. He got up, balancing himself. He stretched his body, before deciding to get out of his cabin and check to see if the others were still awake.

 

He walked out, walking over to the main cabin. He noticed a piece of paper on the floor, and his curiosity piqued. He slowly walked to it, picking it up gently. He turned it over, his breath catching in his throat as he read.

“Water is the exit.”

…

What?

Taph blinked, and before he knew it, the paper disappeared from his hands. Did he hallucinate that? He couldn’t have. It was too real. It was too… Connected.

A sharp pain struck his head, and he immediately stood up, putting his hands on his head. He decided to figure it out later, but…

The pain stopped, and he sighed silently in relief. He walked into the cabin, seeing the others. They all immediately noticed him, Guest 1337 being the first to speak up. “Taph. You’re awake, are you alright now?” He asked, his voice rough.

Taph tilted his head, suddenly not remembering what happened. Did he fall asleep? The last thing he remembered was finding some of the clues around two hours ago, and then nothing. Weird.

”...I’m alright. Why? Did something happen?” He asked, tilting his head. Shedletsky looked at Builderman, raising a brow. “Ya don’t remember?” Builderman asked, clearing his throat.

Taph shook his head no, confused. Guest 1337 sighed. “Ah, alright. Well, don’t worry about it, Taph.” He said. Taph slowly nodded, but decided to just forget about it.

Taph immediately started walking around, trying to find more clues.

—

Elliot’s head rest on Chance’s chest, their breathing even.

“The others are so gonna tease us.” Elliot scoffed, smiling as he looked up at Chance. “Worth it.” Chance hummed, a smug smirk on his face. “It’s pretty early. Maybe we should go to the main cabin with the others.”

Chance shrugged, nodding. “Alright! I wanna play 21 anyway.” Elliot chuckled, getting up. He put on his shoes, waiting for Chance. Chance put on his glasses and fixed his fedora and tie. “C’mon.” Elliot said, taking Chance’s hand as they walked to the main cabin.

Once they got there, Chance looked in his pockets, realizing. “Dude. I forgot my cards.” He said, letting go of Elliot’s hand as he searched his pockets over and over.

“You dumbass. Your cards are inside the main cabin.”

“Oh…”

Chance chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Whoops?”

Elliot smiled, entering the cabin, Chance following behind.

Notes:

I AMS TILL SWETAING SO ABD OH MYGFOD

Chapter 5: One Stab, Million of Tears

Notes:

mreow uhhhh yeah im kinda sobbing rn

Chance was playing 21 with Elliot, Noob, Dusekkar, Shedletsky and unfortunately 007n7. Builderman and Guest 1337 were talking to each other, enjoying the peace. Two Time was on top of the Draxobloxxer NPC, watching the others play. Taph was walking down the stairs, sitting down on the couch. Builderman looked over at him, raising a brow.

“Find ‘nymore clues of those you were talkin’ ‘bout?” He asked, catching the attention of Taph and some of the others. Taph nodded, starting to sign.

But before he could even make out any words, banging was heard on the cabin door. Everyone stopped what they were doing, pulling out their weapons and getting up, far from the door.

“T'is must be a killer, or somethin’.” Builderman said, looking at the others.

“But how did the killer get past Taph's traps and your sentries?" Shedletsky asked, his sword gripped firmly in his hands.

“Shit, good question. So who is it?” Chance asked, putting gun power in his gun. Taph threw subspace trip mines at the front of the door, placing a tripwire in front of them all.

Two Time crouched, their dagger in their hand, ready to attack. Noob used their slateskin, prepared for any body attacks. Guest 1337 prepared to charge, just in case.

The banging got louder, seeming more aggressive each time. They all stayed silent, prepared for the killer.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

It kept going, until the door was busted down.

In front of them all, was not the killer. But instead, a white Robloxian with black pixels around them, seeming like code. It had no eyes, and the only thing you could make out was its black mouth.

Everyone froze, their eyes widened. “Who the fuck are you…?” Elliot asked, glaring.

“Well, that's not a nice way to greet your fellow Robloxians, is it?” The Robloxian said, its voice raspy and low. “But, I suppose I should answer, huh?” It chuckled, getting past Taph's traps as if they were just decor.

“My name is the Spectre, and really, I wish no harm.” It purred, stepping closer to them all. Everyone only took a step back, their eyes widening. Guest 1337 charged at it, but it only teleported away.

“Now, now. Let's calm down. Seems like you guys aren't so excited to see me… What a shame, really.” It watched as Guest 1337 looked around, confused.

“What the FUCK do you want?! And what do you mean ‘no harm’?! You put us in hell!” Shedletsky snapped, clearly pissed off. “Well, I really just wanted some puppets to play with. I mean no harm when putting you guys in matches, really.” It said, shrugging as a wide smile plastered on its face.

“What I want?” The Spectre said, dodging all of the attacks by simply teleporting. “It's simple, really. One of you has found out too many things they weren't supposed to see. And despite all the warnings, they kept looking.” It said, it's smile turning into a frown.

In a split second, the Spectre disappeared, only appearing behind Taph. “And I don't like those types of people.” It said, pulling out a white sword, stabbing Taph.

Everyone froze, their eyes widening. Taph froze, before trying to pull out the sword to no avail.

“TAPH!?” Noob screamed, watching as Taph fell down to his knees, bleeding out. “Awww,” The Spectre teased, tilting Taph's chin upwards to face them. Taph stretched an arm, silently asking for help. “Guess your little friend is facing the consequences of his actions. Don't worry, you'll see him again soon.” It chuckled, teleporting away with Taph.

Dusekkar tried to grab Taph's hand, but the Spectre teleported away with him before they could. Everyone was in shock, their eyes fixated on where Taph was and the blood on the floor. They should've pulled The Spectre away. They should've tried harder.

Everyone stayed silent, not knowing what to do or say. Taph just… Died. The Spectre is probably gonna turn him into a monster.

“Wh- I-” Elliot stuttered, the smell of fresh blood on the wooden floors only making them all nauseous.

—

Taph was in some sort of void, opening his eyes. All he felt was pain all over his body. He felt the sword piercing through his body, his body being torn open. He could feel needles stabbing him over and over, he could feel his eyes being pulled out. But it wasn't happening.

Taph wanted to cry. He wanted to scream, yell for help. He wanted to see his friends again. But when he tried, nothing came out. He was weak. He was nothing more than a mute puppet, destined to turn into a monster.

His mind raced, thinking of all the things he could’ve done if he wasn’t Forsakened. Sure, he was hated. He destroyed people’s houses. Sure, he did it with good intentions. But it turned out wrong.

…

Taph shook his parents awake, a big smile plastered on his face. His dad smiled down at him, getting up. “Christmas morning already, kid?” His dad asked, and Taph nodded enthusiastically.

He ran down the stairs, seeing all the presents under the tree. Taph’s wings fluttered, a big smile on his face. He looked over at his mom and dad, signing frantically. “LOOK WHAT SANTA BROUGHT!” He jumped, running over to the presents.

Taph smiled under his hooded face despite the pain. What nice memories. He missed being a child, he missed being so carefree and making friends. Sure, he’d get called weird for being mute, but he still made lots of friends. He missed them. He missed his other friends too.

Why was the Spectre doing this to him?

A sharp pain struck his body, and he instinctively curled up on himself, his body shaking and trembling. It hurt so bad. He was in so much pain. Taph squeezed his eyes shut, memories flooding in.

He remembered the first time he started working as a demolitionist. He mostly worked for Builderman, but he did meet Dusekkar. Him and Dusekkar talked sometimes, and it felt natural.

Even in this hellhole, when they met again, they were still talking like old friends. Their bond grew stronger, bigger. It was nice to have someone you could trust.

He remembered playing cards or pool with Chance in the cabin, despite him not knowing how to play. It was fun to play with Chance, though he’d always complain whenever he’d lose. It was funny.

He’d remember the times where he almost died, and Elliot would throw him a pizza, or Guest 1337 would block for him, or Builderman would lead him to a dispenser. And the others also stunned the killer too. He did the same for them all, placing traps to protect them.

And the times when they weren’t fearing for their lives, it was peaceful. He’d be talking with Dusekkar, or playing cards, or just walking around. It was nice, he missed those times. He also missed being outside. Not dying everyday.

Why is this happening to him?

—

Dusekkar sat on the couch, his staff on the floor. Everyone was still in shock, Noob crying while Builderman comforted them.

Elliot was making dinner in silence, Chance watching. Two Time, surprisingly, was sitting down on the floor. Just… Staring down. Dusekkar didn't care, honestly. They just wanted Taph back. He was their best friend in this hellhole.

Dusekkar stood up, looking down at their staff, picking it up. They took a deep breath, not wanting to rhyme right now. “I'm going to bed.” They said, their expression unreadable as the pumpkin head they had didn't show facial expressions. But, the tone in their voice said it all.

“D–” Shedletsky said, noticing as his rhyming stopped. But, before he could say anything, Dusekkar left, gently shutting the cabin door as they walked to their cabin. Guest 1337 looked down, then at Shedletsky. They shared a look, and frowned.

—

Elliot finished the soup, putting it down on the table. He sighed, feeling nauseous just looking at the food. The sight of Taph like that made him feel horrible. Why did he freeze? He should've done something.

“Ells?” Chance looked up, his smug grin nowhere to be seen. “Hm..?” He replied, frowning. “I'm…” Their voice cracked, hugging Elliot. Elliot hugged back, trying not cry. Chance broke down silently in his arms, the images coming back. “I feel so b-bad. We could've… I could've…” Chance said, thinking of all the different scenarios that could've saved Taph.

“I know… I feel horrible, I just…” Elliot said, tears streaming down his face. He placed a tender kiss to the top of Chance's head. Chance pulled back, looking at Elliot as he wiped his tears. “I'm sorry.” He whispered, wiping Elliot's tears with his hands.

Elliot leaned into the touch, closing his eyes for a second before he looked over at the soup. “We should call the others to eat before the soup gets cold.” He joked, going over to the sink and splashing water on his face.

Chance nodded, going to the living room. “Mans, Elliot made dinner!” He said, his voice cracking just slightly. The others nodded, each getting up and sitting at the table.

—

Dusekkar sat on Taph's bed, laying down as memories came flooding. They sighed, Taph's scent filling the room. They hoped this was a bad dream. That Taph was really alive, and they just had a nightmare.

But deep down, they knew it wasn't. Taph was gone. And they couldn't handle that. Their eyes welled up with tears, and they tried to hold them back. Maybe sleep was best for them. They closed their eyes, their mind wandering off as slumber overtook them.

Notes:

dusekkar & taph my doomed yaoi

Chapter 6: Meeting The Others (In Alright Terms)

Notes:

Ermmm. This took longer than expected, soz if it seems rushed because it is..... Just enjoy expect a chapter tomorrow or soon after this idk my head hurts

Dusekkar laid on the couch, Taph sitting down next to them. They looked over at him, seeing as Taph signed and talked with them, Dusekkar replied, occasionally laughing at a joke. It was going smoothly, Taph’s wings brushing against Dusekkar’s face in a playful manner. Dusekkar laughed, brushing them away.

Taph froze for a second, before seeming as he seemed more tense. Dusekkar raised a brow, tilting his head. Taph started signing, his signing seeming more serious. “Why did you leave me to die?”

…

Dusekkar's face dropped, and a white sword stabbed Taph. He bled out, stretching out his arm. Dusekkar froze, tears welling up in their eyes. They tried grabbing Taph’s hand, but they were just thrown into an abyss, their brain replaying the scene of Taph dying in front of them over and over again. Why did this happen? They should’ve done something. They should’ve…

…

Dusekkar’s eyes shot open, sitting up immediately as they catched their breath. It was just a nightmare. A really, really vivid one. They looked around, noticing they were still in Taph’s room. They curled up into a ball, laying back down on their side. Taph was gone. Turned. They’d never see him again.

Dusekkar’s breath hitched, their skin itching. They just wanted to feel Taph’s body pressed up against theirs again. They wanted to joke and tease Taph like always, and get smacked by his wings. Dusekkar looked up, seeing the timer.

15 minutes left till the next match.

He overslept.

Dusekkar stood up immediately, fixing his robes and antlers. He coughed, clearing his throat. He grabbed his staff, leaving Taph’s cabin.

—

Builderman sat on the couch, seeing as everyone was preparing themselves for the upcoming round. He looked, around, seeing as Taph and Dusekkar were missing

…

Right. Taph was missing.

Nobody could believe it still. Everyone seemed more lifeless now. I mean, of course. They saw one of their fellow friends die and get taken away. Who wouldn’t?

God.

“Have any of you seen Dus?” Builderman asked, raising a brow. He rubbed his eyes, looking up.

12 minutes until the next round.

“...No. Not since… Last night…” Noob said, their voice shaky. Just as they said that, the door to the cabin opened, and there entered Dusekkar. “Hey, Matt. Where were you?” Shedletsky asked, his usual smirk on his face, but it seemed more forced this time.

“I overslept.” Dusekkar simply said, not bothering to rhyme. Everyone raised a brow at this, Dusekkar simply sitting down in the spot where they’d always sit down with Taph.

“You ain’t gonna say anything else? No rhymes?” Shedletsky asked, getting nudged by Builderman. “I was just asking—” He said, looking at Dusekkar again. “No, I don’t feel like rhyming anymore.” They huffed, cleaning up their staff.

——————————

They ran their fingers through the other man’s feathers, their touch soft and gentle. Taph leaned into Dusekkar's touch, a peaceful silence, occasionally broken by humming coming from Dusekkar. Dusekkar preened Taph’s wings, fixing the misplaced and crooked wings and taking the dirt off of them.

Once Dusekkar was finished, Taph stretched his wings, clearly happy by how pretty they looked. Dusekkar smiled, speaking up. “There you go, all clean. Nice and routine.” They said, unintentionally rhyming. The others looked up from their own things, giving Dusekkar a confused and odd look, but Taph looked at Dusekkar in amazement, despite the hood covering his entire being. He signed, looking at Dusekkar.

“You rhymed!” He said, signing a quick thank you after. Dusekkar nodded, seeing how Taph liked it. “I see so, but it was merely an accident.” They said, rubbing the back of their neck. Taph looked at him, before shrugging. “Still, you should rhyme more often! If you want, but I think you sound so cool when you do! Like…” Taph thought, trailing off. “Like mysterious? Or something.” He said, stretching his wings. Dusekkar nodded, mentally noting it.

Taph smiled at the memory, feeling the soft and faded touch of Dusekkar's hands against his wings, preening them. He was always a bit ticklish on his wings, yet no one except Dusekkar knew. Mostly because he never let anyone touch his wings unless it was Dusekkar or his parents.

Taph looked down, seeing as it was just dark. He couldn't see anything down, so he looked up. Nothing. He was stuck in a black abyss, nowhere out. Is this his death?

Taph shuddered at the thought. It couldn't. His friends. He's going to die alone.

Taph closed his eyes, if he was gonna die, at least do it while he was asleep.

His thoughts slowly came to a stop, his breathing slow as slumber took him.

—

“Are you gonna go play tag?!” C00lkidd asked, jumping up and down as Jason nodded. “Ok, tell Papa I said hi, and have fun! I wish I could join…” He pouted, waving off at Jason as Jason teleported to the match. “Bye bye!”

1x1x1x1 scoffed, before looking down at C00lkidd with a smile. “D0n't w0rry k1dd. Y0ur turn 1s 4ft3r Jas0n's t0 pl4y. (Don't worry kidd. Your turn is after Jason's to play.)” it said, patting C00lkidd on the head. C00lkidd nodded, giggling. “Yaayy!!” He exclaimed, jumping up and down. John Doe sat on the other end of the table, watching as Bluudud took off his headphones, sitting down on the floor.

John Doe watched as Pr3typriincess groaned, seeming as her wand got dirt on it. “My wand is dirtyyy!!” She complained, stomping. “Clean it up, then.” John Doe said, his voice rough with code. “That's what I WAS going to do, but Bluu took all the wipesssss!!” She glared at Bluu, and he just chuckled. “It's not my fault my headphones get dirty easily!” He snapped back, a smile on his face. C00lkidd pulled out a rag, seeming as if he got it from the table. “Just use a rag, princess!” He said, walking over to her and handing her the rag. She nodded, taking the rag and starting to wipe off the dirt.

1x1x1x1 sighed, crossing his arms across her chest. A sudden thud was heard, and everyone stopped what they were doing. C00lkidd tilted his head, but pr3typriincess was the first to speak. “What was that?” She asked, looking around. C00lkidd looked around, spotting a figure on the floor. He stepped closer, clearly having no survival skills.

He bent down, examining the body before realizing. “K1dd, 1 d0n't th1nk y0u sh0uld j— (Kidd, I don't think you should j—)” “It's Mr. Taph!” He exclaimed, looking at the others. John Doe and 1x1x1x1 shared a confused look, getting up and walking to where C00lkidd and the supposed Taph were. 1x1x1x1 took one good look at the body, confirming it was Taph. Only, his wings on his head were way sharper, way too sharp. His hands had claws, similar to John Doe's corrupted hand, yet on both his hands. His figure seemed way taller, but everything else looked normal. His robes and masks and hood covered his body, and he was passed out on the floor.

John Doe bent over, picking Taph up. “Is h— [CODE] a killer now?” John asked, and Bluu shrugged. “Seems like it. Hey, we should wake him up.” Bluu said, getting up and walking to where John Doe had Taph. “H0w? Just sm2ck1ng h1m 2w2k3? (How? Just smacking him awake?)” 1x1x1x1 asked, smacking Taph on the head harshly.

Taph bolted awake, the pain waking him up from whatever memory he remembered in his dream. He blinked the dark spots from his vision, trying to make out the people surrounding him. “See! He's awake.” Bluu said, smirking. Taph looked up, seeing as John Doe was looking down at him. He panicked, kicking as his wings flapped in fear. A sharp pain struck his entire body as his wings touched him, and he stopped, going to touch his wings, realizing his wings were sharp. He looked at his hands, seeing as they had claws. A deep realization hit him as he looked at all the killers around him.

He turned into a killer.

C00lkidd watched as Taph kicked and moved around before freezing and stopping. He tilted his head in confusion, his expression seeming worried. “Is Mr. Taph okay?” He asked, looking at John Doe and 1x1x1x1. Before any could answer, they heard footsteps. Taph slowly turned his head, a burning pain in his neck.

“N0l1, 4zur3. (Noli, Azure.)” 1x1x1x1 said, taking a step away, showing them the Taph in John Doe's arms. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Seems like one of the fellow survivors turned into a killer.” Azure teased, seeming surprised yet amused. Taph's heart beat faster in fear, the pain making it all worse. John Doe placed Taph back down and the floor, and Taph just curled up into a ball, his knees pressed against his chest. He looked up at all of them, realizing he was going to have to kill his friends. He couldn't, he wouldn't. He swore.

You will.

Taph froze as he heard that voice. It was so familiar… He's heard it before, he just doesn't remember where.

I’ll make you.
Everyone else here kills naturally, Taph.
But you resist.
Put up a fight,
you'll only make it harder than it needs to be.

Taph shuddered at those words, a feeling of uneasiness crawling up his neck. He looked up, seeing C00lkidd looking at him, before seeming as he came up with an idea. “Mr. Taph! Do you like hot chocolate?” He asked, giggling. It took Taph a second to process those words. Wh… Whatever. He nodded, his hands trembling as it felt like his skin was burning off. “Okay! I'll make some hot chocolate! Come with me!” He said, an arm stretched out, waiting for Taph to take it. With trembling hands, he took C00lkidds hand, standing up as he towered over the kid. He looked at the others, realizing how tall he suddenly was. C00lkidd ran over to the kitchen, pulling Taph along with him.

—

The killer has won.

Jason teleported back into the killer's cabin, seeming proud of himself. “S33ms l1k3 the r0und w3nt w3ll. (Seems like the round went well.)” 1x1x1x1 chuckled, already imagining the faces of the other survivors as Jason killed them. Jason nodded, before pulling out his notepad to write since the others didn't really know sign language. He pulled out a pencil from his pocket, starting to write before showing it to them. “Yes. I didn't see Taph, though. Like, at all. And the preys seemed upset and were slow with their movements, which made it faster to kill.” Noli smiled wickedly, chuckling. “See-seems like they're ups-upset about Taph—!” He laughed, pointing over at Taph, who was sitting down on the table next to C00lkidd, Bluudud and John Doe. He looked scared. Who wouldn’t? He was a survivor, now he’s hanging out with killers, who might kill him if he turns back into a survivor.

Jason looked at him, then back at 1x1x1x1, Azure and Noli. He wrote down in his notebook, before showing them. “Well, that’s something… Do you think he's next after C00lkidd?” 1x1x1x1 shrugged, “M4yb3… (Maybe…)” He trailed off, looking at C00lkidd passed out on the table as John Doe picked him up, seeming as if he was trying to bring him to his room. “...N0t… (...Not…)” She finished. “Seems like it’s Taph’s turn soon. He’ll probably figure it out himself or have the Spectre control him. I really don’t care.” Azure sighed, plopping down on the couch.

—

Taph watched as C00lkidd was gently placed on the couch next to Azure, snoring. He fidgeted with his gloves, seeming as if he folded the wings on his head, he would get hurt by them because of how sharp they were.

“1t’s y0ur t4rn s00n, T4ph. (It’s your turn soon, Taph.)” 1x1x1x1 said, crossing its arms across its chest. Taph trembled, looking down at the mug C00lkidd gave him. “C00lk1dd f3ll 4sl33p, s0 y0u h4v3 t0 g0. H4v3 f4n.” 1x1x1x1 teased, laughing before leaving Taph alone.

28 minutes until the next match.

Notes:

My fucking baby

Chapter 7: A/N

Hey guys... I'm going to be rewriting this entire fic because all these chapters were pulled straight out my ass and ummm I don't like how rushed it was
It's still gonna have the same plot, just less... Rushed, in a way
Also sorry I haven't been posting, I know this isn't the update you guys wanted :[
I've recently been accepted into art school and it's taking a toll on me. Also I've just been very busy dealing with stuff, I hope you guys understand
Anyway, enough of my sob story!
When I rewrite the chapters, the X next to the chapter names will have a checkmark instead and then when its chapter 7 (aka this one) this will be edited and this will be removed and it'll have an actual chapter!

Chapter 1: X
Chapter 2: X
Chapter 3: X
Chapter 4: X
Chapter 5: X
Chapter 6: X

Notes:

He/They Chance
They/Them Noob
They/Them Two Time
He/Him Guest
They/He Dusekkar
Taph uses any pronouns
He/Him Shedletsky
He/Him Builderman

theyre all woke in their own ways btw some just refuse to admit it