THERE'S TWO OF THEM?!?!?

by Canvassing

Summary:

Basically, real 1×1×1×1 meet forsaken one (hold up why is Tubers there...) and eventually some of the killers might meet their own other self. (YIPPEE)

I may know summary but I suck at this.

Notes:

Hey, this is my first time writing. So, please feel free to comment how I should improve and I'll try my best to fix it. Also, these characters might be a bit out of characters. Probably. Thank you and enjoy reading!

Chapter 1: Prologue (Rewrite)

Today was such a beautiful day, the sun was shining bright but not to the point of burning, just enough for anyone to take a leisure walk in the park. The wind blows through the world of Creativity and Imagination as different servers and worlds were filled with bloxian.

Players went around playing their favorite games, exploring or trying something new while bonding or enjoying themselves. Developers planning and creating their imaginary place to reality. Npcs relaxing while doing what they were coded to do while still having free will.

A great day for the admins and everyone in the liveliness of this bright yet chaotic and silly world of games.

Far away from the lines of codes and restricted areas, was a huge abandoned mansion amongst the glitchy forest, the mansion belonged to the hackers, exploiters and myths that often come together whenever they wish to either have a break, play games or catch up with one another.

They considered it as their 'lair' or lack for a better term, 'hang out place'.

Within the mansion, in the kitchen area, were three bloxian who were... Laying in such an awkward and bizarre position. Though, At least one of them was normal.

Tubers93 was on the chair, his legs on the table as his arm draped over his face and his shades was lopsided, on the verge of falling. His snore... Sounded like the car engine, echoing through the mansion.

c00lkid, on the other hand, was sleeping in the cabinets on the wall, half of his body was out as his face was pressed flatly against the kitchen table. His loud snoring muffled by the table.

Finally, 1×1×1×1 was the normal one, sleeping on a couch, in the living room near the kitchen area, hugging a large plushie in his arms while his head rest against the plushie with a blanket wrapped around him.

The three had played a game last night, which was a game of truth or dare with a twist. The one who backed down from the dare or refused to tell the truth has to drink one cup of grape juice.

As they slept, a tiny white light manifest from thin air, it flew slowly towards 1×1×1×1, boop him by the forehead before it decided to choose another one of its victim.

The light approached the red guy, sleeping so bizarrely. As It was about to touch c00lkid's head, a strong wind entered through the space between the abandoned mansion, causing the light to follow the wind current and landed on Tubers93.

This resulted in Tubers93 also being teleported alongside 1×1×1×1. The light realized the dire of the situation and began to panic, unsure what to do.

It swiftly moved across the room, as if thinking what it should do to fix the situation. It turned to c00lkid, it knew it doesn't have any more choice.

It sighed, almost exasperated and sulkily before dematerialize into the air.

At the same time, Ellernate, Caleb244 and Itrapped walked into the living room and noticed the two missing bloxian.

They stood there, slowly blinking as they seemed to have realized something wasn't right about the room. They were pretty sure that Tessa and Tubers were in the room before.

They slowly looked at the loudly snoring c00lkid before turning to look at each other before thinking as the bunch of besties they are, 'Oh Flippers.'

Chapter 2: The Beginning of Chaos part 1

Notes:

I might rewrite the prologue and this chapter since I found many mistakes in them. AUGHHH 💔💔💔. How do you change those font thingys...?

 

Note: I figured it out now!

1×1×1×1 thought this was gonna be another normal round like the endless times it was. Hunting the survivors, teleport back and deal with those imbeciles (+ babysitting those kids) in the Killer cabin.

The current map was Yorick's resting place.

He was chasing the pizza man (he didn't bother himself in knowing the names of the survivors), knowing his main ability to heal others. They don't want that since it will heal that damned Telamon.

She lifted her Daemonshank as she was about to strike the pizza delivery man with mass infection when she felt the ground began to shake abruptly.

The sudden shake causes both the survivors and killer to stop what they were doing, confusion seeped within them as the shakiness of the ground became more and more intense. As if an earthquake was about to erupt.

It was at that moment, the sound of cracking echoed through the hellish place, as if glass was slowly breaking due to high pressure.

The sound of cracking caught all the survivors including the killer's attention. Everyone's eyes glanced up to the sky, staring at the massive line-like crack that was definitely not there before. The survivorlist that were still in the round took a step back, others prepared for something unexpected.

This was something out of this world's ordinary.

It was like witnessing the end of the world, dread and fear seeped within the survivors while some felt determined to face whatever the worst outcome.

The crack on the sky spread causing some survivors to flinched while others stared in a dazed, frozen in place.

Finally, the crack opened as a swirl of colors could be seen behind it, enchanting few survivors and killer. A Strong gust of wind blew through the area, the loud rustling of grass and trees followed the wind. (Since when there's wind here?)

The timer that showed throughout the map, glitched, similar to a certain killer's ability. But the difference was, it stopped, showing a text that had never been there in their experience.

Error!

Before anyone could react or process what was happening, something had fallen from the portal and was approaching towards Elliot and 1×1×1×1 at a high speed.

Elliot managed to dodge it in time as the sound of the debris echoed like a bomb. For once the pizza man was thankful for his the instinct that had build in this forsaken world. It was not perfect like Guest but it was enough to be able to evade the killers and possibly other dangerous situation.

The pizza man's breath ragged from the fear and panic he felt, his chest hurts as sweats trailed down his face. He coughed, lifting a hand to fan away the dust surrounding him. His hands shaky, fingers dug into the dirt.

His eyes hurts as some of the dust had entered it, his mind began to raced,

What was that?

What is it?

What is happening?

He wiped the dust from his eyes with his fingers as he blinked twice to adjust his vision.

Dust surrounded the area as a glow of red eye could be seen through it all. The killer seemed to have frozen in place, a clear sign towards the unexpected turn of event.

Within a few seconds, 1×1×1×1 approached the area where that something had landed, ignoring the man in red uniform on the ground.

Elliot couldn't stop the being, all words in his throat had died down, unable to find his voice. Who wouldn't? Whatever that was nearly killed him if he was near range of its impact. He couldn't trust his voice for now so he simply watched with curious yet wary eyes

The Being stopped in front of the area, he could feel the ground beneath crumbled from the impact as she watched the dust disappeared.

He saw... Two bloxians, one looked like a bacon with a shade and another has a red shirt and curly hair.

Their outfit were covered by dirt, possibly by impact earlier. Their hair messy and disheveled, a few strands of hair out of place like a cartoony scientist getting electrocuted.

1×1×1×1 was silent for a moment. The Deamonshank in their hands disappeared into the air as they moved to grabbed both of the sleeping bloxian by the back of their shirt, holding them up for them to see. (How does one even sleep from the crash?)

The being of Hatred doesn't know why but their eyes settled to the one with the red shirt with a skeleton design, feeling a sense of deja vu. He couldn't lift a finger as to why.

There was nothing special about this person, they looked like noob but with more sense of style and red shirt as well as curly hair similar to his.

Before he could manage to process this confusing deja vu, he felt a gunshot pierce through him which caused him to be stun and dropping the sleeping bloxians to the ground.

With the timer being fixed to its original state, ticking with each seconds. It looked like everything is back to normal.

The survivors were now snapped from their daze state, their minds had geared to a new objective upon seeing the killer holding two figures.

Guest1337 took the opportunity to swiftly lifted the unconscious figures and placed them onto his shoulders before running away.

The action made 1×1×1×1 filled with rage and hatred, annoyance seeping through him as he was rudely interrupted. She materialized her weapons once more, her eye brighten red as she began to use Mass Infection.

That was unfortunately stopped by Shedletsky. What makes it worst, They were blinded by a bomb belonged to that stupid mute who had thrown it towards them. Amplify the side effects on them.

0:20 seconds on the clock.

1×1×1×1 ignored the timer, her eyes focused on the one with the red shirt. Once the weakness had reached its end, she immediately chased after Guest1337. It was as if she had forgotten her main focus, who was once the pizza man.

Guest1337 could hear the sound of footsteps approaching him, he recognized it was belonged to the killer so he instinctively began to run faster.

He took a shape turn to the left, able to cause the killer to lose him mid chase. He knew to be wary since 1×1×1×1 is able to see him by using Unstable Eye.

He approached the mansion and hid the unconscious bloxian behind a wall, he doesn't know why the Being of Hatred suddenly became interest in the new figures but he need to protect them from the killer.

Who knows what they want from these figures. It could be anything of the worst outcome and he doesn't want that.

From the corner, Builderman manage to arrive by his side and began to build a sentry. He eyes the two newbies before focusing on building.

He didn't say anything regarding the two new bloxian, knowing it's not the right time. Not when there's a killer on their tail, able to appear at any moment.

He looked at the timer, '0:10 seconds. The times is about to end, but he doesn't let his guard down yet.

He took a step forward since he was done with what he needed to do when Guest1337 pulled him back to where he is.

The sound of ticking could be heard as a slash of Mass Infection nearly hit Builderman. He sighed from relief as Guest1337 gave the other an apologetic expression before it shifted back to the serious

1×1×1×1 had manage to found them. One thing that seemed to be clear from their behavior;

they were getting aggressive.

0:04

The Being rushed towards the directions of the mansion, moving straight towards Guest1337 as they lifted their sword.

0:03

Guest1337 blocked the attack, preparing his stance as he aimed a punch towards the killer.

0:02

1×1×1×1 dodged the punch, kicking the soldier by the stomach to get the man to be pushed away. His movement was slowed by the sentry but she didn't care and simply threw one swords towards it to break the machine.

0:01

The Creation of Hatred lifted the sword once more, pushing forward by the heel of his foot to strike the soldier with her singular sword in their hand.

0:00

But the timer had ended.

Notes:

Fun fact: I was originally planning on letting Tubers be awake at this moment buttt i think I got something more funnier. I think.

Note: I also use OG!1x's current look which is the yellow and red avatar.

Second Note: if there's anyone confused as to the sudden change in my fic, I'm rewriting everything and plan to continue this fic. But it will be a slow update.

Little HC: Variants that were created in different games could recognized their original but if the og has a different appearance, they have a bit of a hard time to recognize.

Chapter 3: The Beginning of Chaos part 2

Notes:

Another chapter? YIPPEE. Also uh, please tell me if I did the southern accent right. I don't know how to do accent in text so please correct me.

Note: Thank you Groovy_Gravy for correcting me on the accent!

The survivors who were still alive; Shedletsky, Guest1337, Builderman, Elliot, Taph and Dusekkar. They all had teleported onto the chairs with... Two new bloxians.

The other survivors alongside other members in the main cabin, had a look of curiousity, wariness and wonderment etched on their faces. They had watched the round, it was quite unexpected and out of their imagination.

Builderman was the first to break the silence, "I'll say, this was somethin'." He muttered, standing up from his chair as he moved towards the two (still-sleeping) bloxian. He couldn't understand how these manage to sleep so heavily.

Guest1337 was the next to move, standing beside the admin as his eyes began to study the bloxian, making sure they don't have any possible injuries on their body.

"Through danger’s roar they slumbered deep, I wonder from what land such dreamers creep." Dusekkar stated, his tone filled with wonderment as he stared at the two bloxian.

Taph, beside him, nodded with agreement, sharing the same sentience with the pumpkin sorcerer.

Shedletsky simply watched the scene in front of him, his eyes staring at the newbies as well. He seemed to have a few theories in mind as his eyes perked up to Twotime, who began to chimes in,

"Such curiousity arise, but I believe we should move them to someplace comfortable for them to slumber. It's not best to leave them in such an awkward position." He stated, clasping his hands as he was holding a Spawn necklace.

Guest1337 hummed, he wordlessly lifted the two bloxians once more as if they don't weight anything at all. He went upstairs to place the sleeping Bloxians where the beanbags were.

While he does that, Chance snorted a bit as he turned to he others while flipping a coin in his hand. "They look cool but I could smell the alcohol on them."

"Gosh, it's a good thing i'm not the only one." Elliot stated, pinching his nose with two fingers as he still smelt the alcohol in the air. Disgust etched on his face, he really dislike the smell of strong drinks especially smokes.

Noob, who had been silent for a moment began to ask, catching everyone's attention, "Um, s-so... What now?" They stuttered, rubbing their arm in a subconscious manner.

Silence settled in the air once more as the survivors began to think about what to do next. Chance had walked away to play those machines slots again while 007n7 was... Probably in their cabin.

It was then Builderman began to spoke, "Reckon, we’ll just sit tight for now, and have us a word with those two once they rouse from their lil' nap."

The other survivors perked up, turned to look at one another before nodding, agreeing with Builderman's words.

It's no surprised that he had always been the unspoken leader in the group since the man always knows what to do next and have great strategies that helped a lot of times in winning the hellish round.

Just in time, Guest1337 came down the stairs. He was looking at the other survivors, "I place them on the beanbags, it should be enough so their necks won't be sore." He reported, taking the last step of the status as he approached the group.

With that, they all went their separate ways, minding their business. Such as Taph and Dusekkar having a one-sided (not completely one-sided) conversation, Two time and Elliot were in the kitchen (the pizza man doesn't trust the cultist to be near the knives) while Builderman, Shedletsky and Guest1337 were discussing about something and had went to another cabin.

 

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Hours ticked by,

The sound of shifting filled the air as a small groan escaped ones's lips. Tubers93 slowly sat up, almost immediately, he reached for his head, feeling the headache coursing through his mind.

Ugh... He really regrets (not really) drinking too much last night.

He felt nauseous and dizzy. They certainly had carried away due to the game. It's not really their fault since all of them were quite competitive subconsciously.

So, as expected, he felt the need to puke.

The Hacker immediately jumped up, running towards the stairs which he uneventfully fall.

The sound of continues thuds could be heard by a certain gambler who was lounging on the sofa, his head turned to the sound and saw one of the new guy falling down the stairs.

He winched which each thuds before slowly moving towards the new guy when the fall thud stopped.

"....uhhh, you goo-"

He practically got shoved away, he didn't manage to stop himself from falling on his butt as he watched the guy ran out the door. He blinked twice.

What the flip happened...?

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Tubers93 manage to reached the deck, puking out the contents from last night into the water. He almost puke right there and then which he would like to save himself from embarrassment, thank you very much.

Once he was done, he took a deep breath as he wipe his lip with his sleeve. 'Worth it. c00lkid lost the round anyway. Heh.' he mused in his mind.

As he was deep in his thoughts, a hand rested on his shoulder. "You 'aight, pal? Here." A voice with an accent spoke which Tubers happily accepted a cold glass around his fingers.

He drank the water in one go, huffing from relief as he turned to the owner of the voice, "Hey, Than!-...." He paused mid-way as his vision was met with...

Builderman. Behind him was... Shedletsky and Dusekkar with a soldier behind them.

Before anyone was given the opportunity to speak, Tubers93 suddenly screamed. Not a dramatic one that Chance would make nor a fearful one like Noob.

Just scream, his voice disoriented and glitchy similar to... A certain killer as the guy with shades suddenly disappeared before them.

The admin trio and soldier immediately reacted to make a move, emotions swirled within them, confusion and disbelief as they went on a move towards the main cabin as they heard the sound of screaming from there.

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Tubers93 teleported to the last time he saw, his head snapping towards the sleeping 1×1×1×1 as he began shaking the other like crazy.

"WAKE UP! WE'RE IN DANGER!! SHSJEHJWNEUJB!!!!"

Sounds of footsteps approaching could be heard as the group of survivors reached the area where the two bloxians were.

Builderman held up his hands, he doesn't understand the reason behind the guy's screams but he could see the panic tone. But right now, he needs to focus on ensuring peace first and calming the guy.

The other survivors watched behind Builderman, their eyes ranging from curiousity, amusements, wariness and confusion on the guy with shades's reaction.

"Mate, It's okay!"

Tubers93 screamed, hugging the sleeping one tightly. He teleported to the corner, where the wooden rails and wall met.

Sounds of reassurance and screaming continued to echoed the main cabin, causing a ruckus and lifted confusion in other bloxians's mind as to what was happening.

Suddenly, the loud sounds stopped. Silence had loomed over, caused by a hand gripping Tubers93's shirt.

The one sleeping had awake.

His face? Pure annoyance.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT???" The one with the red shirt yelled, shaking the one with the shades in a frenzied motion. "IM TRYING TO SLE-!"

Tubers93 grabbed his face and turned to the group of survivors which 1×1×1×1's eyes landed on the admins... Especially Shedletsky.

There was a moment of silence hovered in once more, sounds of distant crickets could be heard. None dared to move or say a word. Until, The two turned to the survivors and then at each other before returning to the group once more.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!'' Both Tubers93 and 1×1×1×1 screamed while hugging one another in the corner.

This situation was certainly filled with attempts to calm the two down while they're still screaming.

After what felt like hours (it was only 30 minutes), the two calmed down. The survivors were gathered alongside the two bloxians downstairs since it was much more spacious and Guest1337 suggested it.

 

"So..." Builderman began, his tone calmed yet a hint of curiousity betrayed his voice a little. "What’re y’all’s names?” His eyebrow quirked upwards slightly.

The two bloxians glanced at each other before looking at the admin who's sitting on the opposite side of the table.

Tubers93 slowly. Very slowly moved his hand under the table, a message box appeared below it as he tap 1×1×1×1's name before whispering to him, "He's not THAT Builderman... Right?"

To which 1×1×1×1 also privated his message for the bacon in shades as he spoke with a look that says 'obviously!!', "He doesn't have an accent, you doofus."

The other survivors can't tell what they're saying. From their perspective, they seemed to be giving the other a look and their mouths were censored by a random black screen. It made it difficult for them to know what they're talking about.

This increased their curiousity towards the two.

Once they're done, the one with the shades spoke, "Tubers93." He said in a friendly yet lazy tone. His voice was a little hoarse. (Due to a lot of drunkard argument back in the mansion.)

The admin and other survivors then looked at the other one silently, waiting for the next one to tell his name.

1×1×1×1 thought about telling his name but a mischievous idea crossed his mind as his internal-self giggled like a comically cartoonish villain.

He smiled widely, going full 'in-character' mode. He looked like a golden retriever which caused the survivors to subconsciously squint their eyes from how bright he looked. (Despite the tiredness on that face, he somehow looked brighter.)

The survivors didn't noticed Tubers93's expression staring at 1×1×1×1 with a weirded-out expression on his face. 'Who is youuu???' he thought to himself.

"I'm John Doe." The bloxian wearing a red shirt with skeleton design spoke.

One of the survivors, the one with a fedora can't help but accidentally blurted out with full disbelief, "JOHN WHAT!!!????!"

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Somewhere in the HQ,

"ACK- chooo!!!" John Doe sneezed, rubbing his nose a bit as confusion etched on his face.

"You good?" Roblox asked, his eyes staring at John as he was holding a stack of documents.

"Yup," John Doe popped, "but I think someone's talking about me." He frowned, wondering who was talking about him.

"You're delusional..." Roblox exasperated, rolling his eyes.