Forsaken one-shots [requests open!]

by Ac3Appl3s23

Summary:

Forsaken one-shot book. Feel free to request, but I won't be writing any smut because it does NOT feel good to write.
Tags will be added as book expands :D
First page is rules, second is a random oneshot, then I will take requests!

Chapter 1: Request page!

Welcome to my forsaken oneshot book!

I do take requests, here is a list of what I will/will not write.

WILL:

Angst

Fluff

Gore

Cannibalism

Death

Sickfics

other things if I get asked!

WILL NOT:

Smut

Rape

Anything sexual

Fetishes

Stalking/creepy behavior

 

 

Thank you for requesting if you choose to do so!

Chapter 2: Trans Taph

Summary:

this is my favorite ship ever to exist

Dusekkar sat in his room, writing in his journal. How many times had he missed his spells? How many times had he fumbled in rounds? It was exhausting to even think about. He closed his journal and went downstairs to the main cabin area. Taph was there, sitting by the fireplace.

"Taph?" Dusekkar asked. "Why are you by the fire, in your already warm attire?" Taph looked up to see Dusekkar at the balcony railing.

'Just cold,' Taph replied. She turned around and continued to watch the fire burn. She hadn't been feeling her best lately, both mentally and physically. Even in her black robes, even next to the fireplace, she was still cold.

"May I ask if you are feeling okay- you become more secluded every day."

'I don't feel right,' She signed. 'Like my body doesn't fit on me.'

This made Dusekkar frown. "May I come down to give you support? Or would it be best if I am cut short?"

'No, you can come down.'

Dusekkar floated down the stairs and sat on the couch next to Taph. "What is the problem?" He said, not bothering to rhyme.

'I feel wrong when I'm addressed as a girl,' Taph said. Their eyes met Dusekkar's pumpkin head. 'It makes me feel like an impersonator.'

"So what shall I refer to you as?"

'A boy? I don't know,' Taph signed feebly.

"Would you like a haircut?"

---

Dusekkar was trying his best to give Taph the best haircut. Taph had decided on short dreadlocks, and Dusekkar did not fail. Taph looked at his new haircut in the bathroom mirror and nodded, approving of his new haircut.

"I can give you a binder if you want," Dusekkar said. It wasn't as if he owned more than one, but he could summon one with his magic. Taph wiggled it on in the bathroom and was very impressed with how it fit. No more absolute BOWLING BALLS attatched to his chest. (Taph is exaggerating dw)

"Are you ready to show the others tomorrow?" Dusekkar asked. It was late at night, so Taph asked if he could stay in Dusekkar's room for the night.

"Sure," Dusekkar said. "I don't really have anywhere to sleep other than the bed though, and I flop around a lot in my sleep."

'That's fine,' Taph said. 'I'm really grateful that you exist.'

---

The next day, Taph decided to tell the others at breakfast.

'Hello,' Taph signed. 'Wanna see a magic trick?' Elliot and a few others nodded. Taph flew his hood off, revealing his awesome new haircut. Elliot clapped. "Nice haircut!" he said. Dusekkar floated down from the balcony and began their magic act.

"Swiggity swirl," Dusekkar began. "Taph's a guy, not a girl."

They got a few shocked glances from the dining table.

"And if you say otherwise..." Dusekkar eyes the survivors. "You will very much dies."

Chapter 3: Bluudude's day

Summary:

Bluudude gets sick and comforted by his family

"Dad!"

"Dad, wake up!"

007n7 groggily blinked his eyes open to find C00lkidd sitting on his bed.

"Alright, alright, I'm up..." 007n7 sat up from bed. "Did the others make breakfast?" C00lkidd shook his head. "We want YOU to make breakfast," he said. 007n7 walked out of his room towards the kitchen.

"What do you want for breakfast, kids?" 007n7 asked. Princess wanted waffles, Bluudude didn't care, and C00lkidd agreed with Princess for simplicity's sake. "Waffles it is, then," he said, looking for the waffle iron. He found it in the appliance cupboard and began getting out flour, eggs, milk, and sugar.

As he made the waffles, Princess watched, excited for waffles. "Can I make one?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Thanks dad!"

Princess poured a bit of batter onto the waffle iron, closed it, and waited. The light beeped after a minute, and with 007n7's supervision, she used tongs to take the waffle out of the iron and onto a plate.

"Breakfast is ready!" 007n7 called. Bluudude came out of his room and sat down first, then Princess, then C00lkidd.

---

Bluudude still hadn't eaten much of his waffle yet.

It was odd, especially considering the fact that he was the oldest kid and usually ate the most. This was... odd.

Princess stopped eating her second waffle to look at Bluudude. He didn't look great. "Bluudude?" Princess asked. "You good?" In response, Bluudude groaned and walked to his room.

Maybe he's just tired, Princess thought.

After breakfast wrapped up, Princess went to Bluudude's room to check on him. She knocked on her older brother's door. "Bluudude?" she asked. "Can I come in?"

"Mhm."

Princess opened the door, and gosh, Bluudude looked pathetic. He was flopped on his bed, sweating bullets, clutching his head. "Should I get dad?" Princess asked.

"Yeah," Bluudude said. He felt nauseated and hot. He felt miserable. Princess left him alone, alone with his pounding headache. He flopped over to the bathroom near his room and drank water, splashing it all over his face.

Whoah-

Too much water- Bluudude ran to the toilet and felt himself lurch forward, gagging. He threw up into the toilet, crying. Why was he sick in the first place?

C00lkidd poked his head in on the scene and came in. "Are you okay?" he asked. Bluudude shook his head as he released more disgusting stuff into the toilet. C00lkidd patted his back, allowing Bluudude to release the last wave of illness. 

Soon after Bluudude finished, Princess and 007n7 walked in on the scene. Bluudude flopped into his adoptive father's arms, who picked him up and carried him to his room. Everything hurt. He felt 007n7 hug him as he was placed into his bed. He blinked, ever so slowly, and fell asleep.

---

Princess stayed in Bluudude's room, monitoring him, making sure he was okay. He was shivering in his sleep, which was worrying, but surely he would get better, right? He had to. A few hours later, while Princess was reading one of Bluudude's books, Bluudude woke up. 

"You're awake," Princess said. She felt Bluudude's forehead, which was warm but not hot.

"Princess- I-" Princess came closer to hear him clearer. 

"I want a hug."

And a hug Bluudude was given. Almost on cue, C00lkidd walked in and added to the hug. "Are you better now?" C00lkidd asked.

Bluudude nodded. "Mostly," he said. 

"So... do you wanna go skateboarding?"

"Maybe." Bluudude sat up, breaking the embrace of the three siblings. 

So Bluudude went skateboarding around the neighborhood. he could only thank his brother and sister for helping him feel better.

For helping him through a hard time.

Because that was what siblings were for, right?

Chapter 4: Taph falls asleep on two time

Summary:

literally title

It was nearing the end of the last round of the day. Taph was camping out near one of his little birb nests with Two Time by his side. He could see Jason chasing down another survivor, but there were only 20 seconds left on the clock. 

19...

18...

"Taph?"

Taph looked over to see Two Time by his side.

'Yes?'

"Can I tell you something?"

'Sure.'

"I-" Two Time looked around to see if anyone was watching. "I love you, Taph."

Taph blushed under his mask with embarrassment. 'I don't know how to respond to that...' Taph walked forward and hugged Two Time.

3...

2...

1...

Taph felt the sensation of the teleporting back to the main cabin. He collapsed onto the couch by the fireplace, deep in thought. Did Two Time's feelings reciprocate to him? He sighed, feeling tired.

"Want to talk?" Two Time asked him, sitting beside him on the couch.

'Tired but yeah,' Taph signed.

And the two of them had a conversation, discussing the oddities of the rounds and laughing. It got later and later, and soon they were the only survivors awake. 

"Taph?"

They, meaning Two Time. 

Taph had fallen asleep on Two Time's lap. He looked cute, Two Time thought, brushing the extra cloth away from his eyes. Slowly, Two Time repositioned himself so that they and Taph were laying parallel to each other, Two Time closer to the fireplace.

"I love you, Taph," Two Time whispered.

"I really do."

Chapter 5: Seven Eleven is depressed in his cabin

Summary:

once again, title
My tooth is loose RAAGHH
TW self harm and I CONVERTED IT TO A SICKFIC WITH PLOT :(

007n7 sat at the dining table, picking at his food. He had failed miserably in the past round, and the other survivors weren't letting him hear the end of it, especially Elliot.

"You could have gotten us all killed!" Two time ranted. "You basically led the killer to us."

"Guys- I'm sorry- I-"

"Shut it, Seven. You're a waste of a survivor," Elliot snapped. "You're a quitter. You don't even try in rounds."

The berating continued. It only made his belief of his self-worth stronger in his heart- He was only a measly extra 30 seconds, after all.

"Go to your room and rid us of your presence," Dusekkar said. Of course he had to listen to him, right? 007n7 got up from his chair and walked to his cabin. It was a good deal away from the other shared cabins, but it was still close by. He closed the door and cried on his bed. God, if Guest were to see him like this...

He went to the bathroom and opened his drawer, finding what he needed. A box cutter he had accidentally- but thankfully- brought to this realm. He locked the door and pressed the blade to his left arm. He winced with satisfaction as he drew it out, steady and long. You led the killer to us. Every cut was another reprimanding. A waste of a survivor. You couldn't even protect your own child. He continued, the red blood staining his arm as he dug in. You should just do us a favor and die forever-

Ow ow ow ow ow too deep too deep

His mind filled with warning bells as he watched his blood steadily flow into the sink. Do it again, his mind whispered. It's not like they would care. So he did, the flow of blood getting faster, and he began to feel lightheaded. It occured to him that he could die from blood loss, would that be preferable? One more. One more, then he would stop.

Agh-

He rinsed off the box cutter and put it back in its drawer, simultaneously rinsing his arm littered with cuts. But he deserved it, didn't he? He deserved the pain of the stinging water, didn't he? He wrapped up his arm and put on his jacket, making sure that there was no blood anywhere. He felt better. He could count twenty regular cuts and three deep ones, but those would be a later problem, he thought, as he tucked himself into bed.

---

"You shouldn't have said those things to him," Guest 1337 scolded. "I'm dissappointed in how you think you can treat other people." He left the table of sheepish-looking survivors and went to his shared cabin. 007n7 would already be there, but he assumed he wanted some alone time. He waited by the docks for twenty ish minutes before entering. 007n7 laid on his bed, asleep, which was weird- he never slept in his jacket. In fact, he complained of the cabin getting too hot at night. Guest went to bed before waking up the next morning.

"007n7?" He asked, seeing if he was awake.

"Hm?" 007n7 responded.

"Are you okay after last night?" 007n7 nodded and turned back to his bed, deep under his blankets. Guest's daughter used to do that when she had a fever, so of course he got concerned. He slowly walked over and felt his forehead, which screamed of a fever.

---

007n7 woke up feeling terrible. He was hot and cold at the same time and he definitely was NOT hungry. His left arm screamed in pain at him, and it was an overall nightmare. He felt someone put a hand on his forehead and take it off, which made him wince. He curled up in bed, feeling his bandaged cuts.

Oh no.

Two of them were leaking something through the bandages.

Had they been infected? He had tried to take good care of them last night, but what if he wasn't careful? These two were deep ones too, so they could easily get worse. He had to tell someone if he didn't want to die a slow and painful death. Then again, he wanted to. But he wouldn't perform well in rounds, the berating would get worse, and the cycle would continue. He couldn't die quietly.

"Guest?" He croaked.

"What is it? Do you know what happened?" 007n7 nodded.

"Infected wound," 007n7 said.

"How did you get it?" Guest asked, his tone softer. This was the chance to tell someone. But did he want to anymore? Did he want the others knowing how weak he was?

It wouldn't matter, anyway. He lifted his sleeve to reveal his bandaged arm. Guest gasped in horror. "May I... May I unwrap the bandages?" he asked. 007n7 nodded, preparing for a lecture on mental health. Guest's face went from focused to absolutely shocked in the span of taking off the first bandage. "Hey," Guest said, his voice softer than it had ever been before. "I'm going to help you through this." 007n7 nodded and winced as Guest applied some antibiotics. "Do you want breakfast?" Guest asked. 007n7 couldn't tell if he was still full or not, so he accepted breakfast.

Big mistake.

As soon as he ate a bite of his eggs, he had to throw up. He cried over the toilet and Guest 1337 rubbed his back.

"Do you want to tell the others?"

"I guess I have to, don't I?"

When 007n7 was cleaned up, he took off his bandages except the ones covering the infection, exposing his new and old scars, and left his jacket in the cabin. He went to the main cabin to join everyone for breakfast, even if he wouldn't participate in it himself. Everyone's eyes went to his left arm as soon as he sat down, horrified at what he'd done to himself. 

"007n7 are you okay?" Chance asked. 007n7 shook his head. "I'm tired of tanking all the things you've said to me," he said. "I had to. I can't keep living the double lifestyle."

"How long have you been doing that?" 

"Ever since I came here. One cut for every truth I'm told."

"Seven- I-" Elliot started. "I was just angry at you. I didn't think you'd think I meant it."

"All of you mean it," 007n7 said blatantly. "I'm the scapegoat for all of your problems. I know I've done wrong before, but I've changed. I've been changed for more than ten years, and all you see is the evil hacker. The father of a monster."

Silence.

"I'm tired of being treated like- pardon my language- dogshit," he said. "Don't think you can change me to your liking. The damage has already been done."

Chapter 6: noob and chance take a bath

Summary:

the nile is a river

Chance was taking a bath.

He liked taking baths- it reminded him of when he was young and he got to play in the bath for hours on end. But now he had to be careful- rounds happened every few day hours. He had learned the hard way to get it done fast or else he would be teleported into a round mid-clean.

Someone knocked on his door.

"Ch- Chance?"

It was Noob.

"Hello," Chance greeted. "What is it?"

"I'm sad," Noob said. "I need help."

"What do you mean?"

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah sure."

Noob came in and recoiled at the sight of Chance playing in the bathtub. They immediately burst into tears. "Nonononono don't cry," Chance said, putting on a towel and giving them a hug. "What's wrong?"

"I- I HAVE TT'S!!!!!! :(" Noob cried, more tears flowing down their face. "I DON'T WANT TT'S!!! HOW- HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH THEM?!"

Chance flushed with embarrassment before hugging them tighter. "I really don't," he admitted. "I just pretend they're badass machine guns attached to your body."

"That's,,," Noob paused. "That's not a bad idea." They hesistated for a moment, then asked a question.

"Can I have a bath too?"

"Sure." Chance did NOT care if people saw him. Before you knew it, the two were having pretend machine gun wars.

"PEW PEW PEW PEW!" Chance said, flailing his arms everywhere. "FEEL MY MACHINERY!" Noob was laughing very hard. "This is why I love you," they said.

"What?"

"I- I love you-" Noob got cut off by a kiss. It was beatiful, Chance was very kind and considerate.

"PEW PEW PEW PEW!!!!!!!!"

"AGH I'VE BEEN SHOT!" Noob feigned a falling into the water, but Chance pulled them out very quickly.

"No drowning. Only pew pew pew pew," He said sternly.

Chapter 7: ANGST AND FLUFF RAAAHHHH

Summary:

Taph gets brutally murdered in a round and goes outside. Dusekkar finds him.

IM SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER I HAVE NO MOTIVATION :(

 

"5 b-b-big bo- booms!" Noli said to the demolitionist before throwing him to the ground. Taph winced as Noli geared his foot up to crush in his skull, but did not resist. He knew he couldn't, and he knew he didn't want to. Taph felt something hit his head before spawning in the lobby.

Taph had been scarred by all the deaths. When he respawned, his physical injuries were healed, but he remained scared. He feared Noli the most out of all of the killers. Noli was too much like Taph himself, but a killer. He always remained scared after being killed by Noli.

He left the cabin and headed to the docks, concentrating on the sky. It was pretty, considering they were in a hellscape.

Perhaps the Spectre pitied them.

"Taph?"

Taph swung his head around to see Dusekkar holding his staff. "I was sent to check on you," Dusekkar said. Taph beamed. At least the others cared about him. Taph stood up and hugged him. 'The stars are pretty,' he said. Dusekkar nodded. "They are," he said, sitting beside Taph. They sat next to each other for a moment. Then suddenly...

'I NEED A PP!!!! :(' Taph ai-text-to-speeched sadly.

Dusekkar slowly tilted his head to look at him in fear.

"What?"

'Nothing :3'