Sacrificial Pawn - Forsaken Fanfiction

by iiDollieFluff (Corpsetalia_fan_the_Brotato)

Summary:

If there is anything this fandom likes, it's anything but happiness. Have agony, in it's purest form.
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007n7 had been regarded as many things in his life. In the realm of the Forsakened, he is all-for-naught. He is a pariah to his fellow survivors, and he has nothing useful to offer them in their never-ending quest for survival.

What happens when 007n7 let's go of every shred of self preservation he is in the name of dedicating himself to keeping the other survivors alive? Shouldering all the wrath and pain of the killers whilst slowly sinking into a bottomless pit of dehumanization and self-imposed cruelty?

The Spectre is more than happy to indulge in this troubling turn of events, and the game begins to unravel before their eyes.

Notes:

• For Me. I gift this work to me..

Chapter 1: Warnings and Statements

Warnings and Admissions Segment

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Hello there and welcome to this fanfiction. This fanfiction is bound to be on a slow burn slow update state of writing. Seeing as I am an adult, and work a job. Traction will highly affect how often I wish to write on this fanfiction. However, with that being said do not be pressured to comment, leave compliments, or even give the work kudos. 

Let's get into the meat of the warnings shall we. 

 

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+ Mentions of Suicide

+ Suicidal Thoughts and Actions

+ PTSD

+ Mentions of PTSD

+ Drama

+ Angst

+ Blood and Injury

+ Mentions or Murder and Death

+ Cults / Potential Sadism / Masochism

+ Potential Mischaracterization and Accidental Misgendering

(If the Misgendering happens, please let me know in the comments so I can fix it.)

+ Alternate Realities

+ Head-canons

+ Potential Hints to Ships (not confirmed) 

 

Remember if you are not comfortable with one, if not most of these things it is highly implored you do not read the contents of this fanfiction. If for any reason you feel offended, uncomfortable, or dislike the content click off and do not read it. This is not for my benefit but yours. 

The personal safety, emotional security, and general comfort of the audience comes first and forefront. Do not push yourself to consume content you are not happy with or can't handle. It is my job as a writer to make sure the audience knows the potential this story has. Both in terms of bright ideas, to negative aspects that can affect the human psyche or sense of literary satisfaction of the users which will make up my audience. 

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Admissions: 

I am still new to forsaken, but I will be doing what I can with the lore I have read, and what I have ran across that has been sourced on YouTube. 

This means that there may be accidentally messed up information regarding characters. While I may let some of it slide, anything important I can try to adhere to. 

I have gotten more familiar with the lore, other characters, and other means of Forsaken related lore and content. However, not everything is going to cater to canon, or be true to canon related lore. There will be acceptations, exclusions, and bypassed lore that are key to the Forsaken plot that I may not know about. This is not always intentional- but it will likely happen anyhow.

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Creator Notes:

Despite the context of this fanfiction there will be notes here. With times changing there will be notes put into fanfictions to ensure the crows knows where I stand with the lore. 

- The Creator of this Fiction, Myself, Chrystophylux / Corpsetalia-fan do not condone or enjoy actions in this story that are seen as problematic. 

I know the difference between literary work, and fictional work and I am making it clear everything in this fiction is purely made to be fictional. Any and all actions taken in this fiction are a work of fiction and meant to be treated as such. 

By reading this literary work, you are being made aware of anything in this fic that may disturb, or otherwise cause discomfort in you as a reader. I will not be held accountable for any mis-happenings or personal problems with this literary work as I have made sure to warn you, give you an out, and advised any possibly alternative's or help lines for people sensitive to content.

- There are heavy themes related to self-harm, dehumanization, self-esteem issues, social anxiety, social ostracization, blood, murder, gore, torture, self-imposed torture, trauma, and other means of dark psychological content that can be perceived as disturbing. Please note that the author is not a psychiatric worker, doctor, or a person that actively studies mental illnesses. Whilst they are being used in the plot as a major plot point- if there is any terrible representation of something that a reader has- please know it is not intentional. Everyone's perception of mental illness, their reaction to trauma, and the general situational construction of these conditions is subjective. Not everyone will be able to relate to these things and that is okay. Everything will be approached as accurate as possible based on what I do know. However, do not expect 100% accuracy. Any potential mischaracterizations and offensive portrayals of mental illness is not intentional, and constructive criticism is more than welcome. 

 

- Any REAL / Existing Characters (ie Shedletsky, Dusekarr, ETC ETC ETC) are not related to this fanfiction in any way

and this fiction is supposed to be separate from them. Please keep the fandom version of these characters separated from the real-life. This includes 007n7, Builderman, and any other potential characters that were made utilizing someone's avatar on the platform rather than just a character made using Roblox assets with no real face behind it.

Versions/people that made the names/characters in the past as they are not one in the same. In Lore or IRL. 

 

Thank you all for reading this page. 

Chapter 2: Chapter One - Cat and Mouse

Summary:

In the realm where every move is precious, and connections are vital... 007n7 has no place. To him, to everyone around himself he does disgrace.

((007n7's Current State ,my art ain't great, but it's a visionary. Will change over time.))

 

When you have a past among people where your name is stained with the crimes of the past, there is no such thing as freedom or reprieve. There is no such thing as leaving scores to be settled at another time. Every single day bled into the other, especially in this god forsaken place. Where agony is temporary and eternal simultaneously. 

A pariah, a blight, a means to an ends among the heads of the living. The sentient. The sane. The former hacker had always found that he was the one that never fit into any equation. He was always the odd man out, the one that needed to be hammered in to appear not out of place. However, that never stopped the staring, or the whispers. Nor did it do anything to settle the turbulent mind and the thoughts that left him with restless nights, and lack-luster days.

As a youngster, 007n7 could not deny he had problems, no matter how often he denied it. He struggled with self acceptance, and even more so- he struggled with powerlessness. 

007n7 hated that he couldn't control what happened around himself, and how he reacted to such things. He forged himself a new path through code and careless harm to others who dared to look at him wrong. He carved a walkway out of the shortcomings of others because all he had was he, himself and... well... Noli. That reputation continued to follow him around like a thick fog, reminding others of his crimes and just what kind of person he was before. Perhaps even still was, even if he wanted to deny it. 

This realm of suffering was not reprieve. Even in the midst of suffering, and working together, there were just some stains that could not be washed free from the table, no many how many times 007n7 put his hands under the water in desperation to prove that he was trying. 

They didn't owe him forgiveness. None of the others he had hurt owed him a goddamn thing. 

Perhaps... in some way, or another... 007n7 would make his mark. 

To prove that he would do anything to try and keep these new allies safe from harm to the best of his ability. 

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Heavy, labored breathes, and trembling rasps of air flooded 007n7's lungs like an air pump to a ball. Vitality reached his ailing form as he stopped for the shortest of breaths. The killer in this round had been 1x1x1x1, the being of hatred and turmoil itself. It's green and black form trailed behind 007n7 with ease as 007n7 ran amongst the wooded line. 

Words of taunt and sly, wretched words spilled from the mouth of the beast as it chased it's pray. The game of cat and mouse was most enthralling when all the mouse did was run. After all, what else was 007n7 good for? He was a coward through and through, all he ever did was run when things started to go haywire. It's how he's made so many mistakes, how he is still making mistakes. 

Apologies and remorse would not save him.

Nobody and nothing would save him.

He was not worth saving...

Just as 1x1x1x1 started to hone in closer, and as the timer for his sprint ran low- 007n7 rasps for breath once more. His lungs straining and yearning for the oxygen that they missed so. 

One greedy breath after the other, until there was nothing left.

"I know you are here somewhere you burger-capped cretin. Don't think for a second I can't smell the fear on your breath, and hear your throbbing heart in that pitiful chest of yours- screaming for two seconds to regain that fragile composure to keep running like the cowardly wretch you are." the black and green creature of hatred cooed out into the darkness. The groaning form of the skeletal humanoid leered and guided it's piercing red gaze around- panning the surroundings for life. 

007n7 held his breath, everything baited as he swallowed back a groan of discomfort, and growing pain. One of the rocks on the ground was sharper than he anticipated, and it had been crammed into his calf by a haphazard attempt too sit down and conceal his form behind a fallen tree. The adrenaline had drowned out the pain he should have felt from the sharpness of the sediment- now that the adrenaline had warn off- the lingering ache of white hot pain blossomed quickly. 

Barely moving his leg a centimeter earned a harsh hiss from 007n7's grit teeth as he closed his eyes, trying to stifle any possible noises to alert the killer of his location. 

Just as 007n7 struggles to pull himself to a clumsy stand, grasping the nearest tree with his least damaged arm to hold himself steady. 

A movement, one foot in front of the other. Inside leg, outside leg. Keep moving, and do something useful...!

'Come on you sorry piece of shit, stop being so pathetic and try for once. What are you? A child, this little cut is nothing, grow a pair and start running...!'

The nagging thoughts, just on time...  here to flood his troubled psyche with more of their garbled nonsense and terrible enthusiasm..

Straining his body with the effort, 007n7 lurched forward, holding a tree branch as he walked. His pace unsteady, and eyes unconcentrated. He didn't have for, the last generator was surely close. He could get it up and running and do something for once. To make sure he contributed to his own survival in this nightmare. 

Just as he stumbled forward, a large snap was heard, and everything around 007n7 went still. The animals, and insects made no move to make noise. The groan of worn timber and snapping of brittle wood resounded in such a way that 007n7 knew- he just knew... that 1x1x1x1 was coming. 007n7 shivered and tried to surge forward just to collapse to his knees because his leg that had been gashed open by the rock was still not wanting to move properly. 

"F O U N D   Y O U!" The words, low and guttural tore through 007n7 like a knife through paper.

007n7 squeezed his eyes shut, trembling as he braced for impact, there was nothing that teleporting or using a close would do now, after all. Why he had not thought to initiated them when trying to stand is beyond him. Perhaps his troubled mind locking him in the depravity of his thoughts, drowning out the reason that would have prevented such a fate. 

The former hacker scrambled, trying to move to get away, something to stay out of the daemonshanks path.  Just as he felt the air get thinner around himself, a loud gunshot resounded through the stalks of the tree, tearing the remnants of the tranquility that remained to bits. The blade went clattering to the ground with a firm thud, and 1x1x1x1 was left seething in the wake of the events, cursing under it's breath as it's beady eye narrowed at the intrusion on his well-earned kill.

His heart beating in his throat, 007n7 turned his head in the direction of the sounds origin- trying to place who his savior could have been.

(To Be Continued)

 

Chapter 3: Chapter Two - Chances of Pain

Summary:

Being saved by your fellow survivor is not what hurts, its the way the others look at them for saving you.

"Haha, looks like lady luck just may be in my favor for this round, eh?! Who woulda thought that the gun would hit it's target...!" Chance, the gambler of ample bravado, and even greater charm found himself surging forward. He dropped to his knees and helped 007n7 stand back up with a somewhat unsteady laugh.

007n7  didn't know what to make of the action at first, his pain temporarily dislodged just slightly by the turn of events. 

"Whoa there man, that looks nastyyyy, we gotta go. Skedaddle, ya know?" The gray skinned gambler chuckled to himself before looping his arm under 007n7's own to best support the larger man's weight the best he could. "You're lighter than I thought ya would be, burger man!" he chimed out into the emptiness as he slowly brought them both to running speed. "Maybe I am stronger than I thought I was~"

Though it was miniscule, as they had began their strained sprint- Chance's face seemed to sour, and he recoiled his arm for a moment with a small grit of his teeth. The expression seemed to come and pass within seconds, fleeting by without much more than a second thought.

007n7 made no comment, his weary eyes downcast and mouth planted in a firm line. 'Come on say thank you at least, can't you at least do that?' he scolded himself. However, no matter how many words of self slander crawled past his innermost psyche- he couldn't bring himself to say it. 'Say thank you... say something... stop staring at him like a fucking moron.' Despite the amount of slander that threw itself around in his mind, 007n7 could not will himself to speak. 

He couldn't tell if he could even feel the pain in his calf anymore, or if the numbness of his own mentally whispered hatred of himself made it hard to feel anything more than what was surely self pity coupled with his own loathing. 

An uncomfortable silence fell between the two retreating men as their irregular steps slam into the disheveled ground below. Leaving the faintest of imprints in the dirt. Not like it mattered if there were tracks or not- the perusing killer already knew the maps like the back of it's hand. 

Chance was never one that thrived in the tension of social situations. He had always found a way to make idle chatter until the rooms tension cleared. The darkness and tension around 007n7 was like a fog settling over the sea on a still, and somber night. Unable to be penetrated by the brightest light any lighthouse had to offer. There was always a permeable shroud of misery and pity around the former hacker. One that others just couldn't seem to break through- and others didn't want to bother seeing. 

"Hey, hey, I would say lighten up man, but you're like a feather in the wind." he tried to let out a chuckle, rounding a corner with 007n7 as his own sprinting limit was reaching it's end. "I'm glad I managed to keep you from becoming mince meat this round though- dying isn't fun!" He tried to offer another smile, but... 

007n7 looked away, there was shame all over his face. 

Here he was, being saved. He couldn't do anything right, let alone stay out of the way. 

These thoughts continued to run rampant in the former hackers mind as they ran, the feeling of hot and sticky liquid on his injured leg long forgotten. Though, this was likely due to the fact that the burger-hat enthusiast was starting to feel a wave of nausea. Light-headedness and distant thoughts of pain being drowned out by sudden drowsiness. 

Their running coming to a canter, both men approached the last remaining generator as Builderman worked on it. His eyes were furrowed in concentration, trying to make sense of the madness that was the cords inside. It seems this Generator was just The Spectre trying to be cruel, who would have imagined?

At least a mess of 30+ cords and wires, all having to be sorted by color and shade in the darkness of the map. There was no real amount of light to be provided by anything, and the most Taph could do was offer up a meager trip-mine which let off a small modest glow in the darkness that consumed the immediate area.

"Chance, there you are, we were wondering where you went.." Elliot looked over to Chance, spotting him and 007n7 entering the clearing from a nearby line of trees. He was somewhat calm, before tension took his demeanor. He tried to ignore that 007n7 was there, and speak only to Chance as he approached. "Where the hell did you run off to?! Everyone thought the killer nabbed you when we weren't looking."

Chance, ever the confident man he was, smiled, and flipped his coin in his hand. "I needed to do a little savin', didn't have time to explain. 1x1x1x1 almost turned my guy here into a Kebab." The gambler grinned from ear to ear, before pushing his thumb at his own chest. "I wasn't about to let someone get skewered by an edge-lord for laughs, dying in this realm sucks when ya can die more than once. I saw him run off to the right a while ago, and figured he would be close by."

Elliot's face seemed to tighten  into a line as he shook his head, bringing his fingers up to the bridge of his nose to pinch the space between his eyes with annoyance. There was a certain charm to chance that made it hard to hate him- but by god if Elliot didn't want to ring the gamblers neck for his utter recklessness and sometimes stupid behavior- well... you get the gist. 

"That is not the point, Chance. You're right, dying in this place sucks because it hurts no less than it did  the time before that and the time before that. If we can prevent dying as much as possible, it should be done! Running off all willy-nilly on a whim that you would have found 007n7 WITHOUT telling anyone made us all worry, you nitwit!" The red clad pizza deliverer poked Chance on the chest, continuing idle scolding of the gambler, reprimanding him for his poor decision making. 

Putting his arms up in a means of peace-making and idle self defense, Chance laughed again, before shaking his head. "Come on now, you're such a mother hen. I know what I did was dangerous, but I'm not a child. I do know the danger I was getting into." the gambler sighed. "I will try to be more careful next time, okay?"

"You better be you moron." Elliot huffed, before turning his head. There was no real conviction behind the otherwise hurtful word. The blonde man seeming to try and subdue his stresses with hurried pacing. Just as he went to walk away, he noticed something. "Chance, hold up your arm again really quick."

Chance looked puzzled, but did so anyhow. "What, are my arms just that nice? I do hit the gym every once in a whi-" his little quip was cut short when Elliot grabbed his wrist, and looked him dead in the face. 

"Shut."

There was not a word from the gambler after that, just uneasy silence. As Elliot held the gamblers arm, he walked around the other side of the gray skinned Robloxian and sneered. His face wrinkled in worry and disgust simultaneously. 

"See, this is what i mean, dammit." Elliot scolded again, you  got hit by that stupid bastard of hatred's weapon, and you didn't even tell me!" he huffed, pulling a slice of pizza out of the now-enigmatic pizza box. Sure, it was full of slices, and replenished itself- but only one slice would light up with a green hue that signified the healing vitality it would have during a round when not on cooldown. "I swear I am going to beat the hell out of you with this Pizza box one day!" he huffed, before cramming the slice into Chance's mouth. 

"Hey, hey- Eli- wai-" Chance's protest was muffled by the pizza being crammed down his throat. "Come on dude, it wasn't that bad' he rasped out after finishing the slice. "It was just a cut, Elliot. I would have been fine. We could have used that for 007n7. He has a deep cut on his leg that needed healing more than a small scratch did." Chance gestured over to 007n7 who was leaning against a tree, using one of his own socks to keep the cut from bleeding further. However, the white garment was already soaked through.

Elliot seemed to pause, his entire form going stiff at the mention of 007n7. There was silence from him, before he frowned, looking toward 007n7.The former hacker had made it a point to sit away from everyone who was occupied. Working on his leg in silence, as he tried to cram the sock into the large gash that had formed on the back of his leg. He may have been somewhat cognitive but his movements were still slow and uncoordinated. Another sign of his growing fatigue. 

The only thing that he did know was that in the case of big gashes in the skin that run deep should be dealt with as soon as possible. He had underestimated the injury before, and now that the adrenaline was completely gone, it became a grim reality how much damage there really was.

Elliot stared at 007n7 for a long moment, Chance trying to get his attention. He felt nothing but simmering distaste for this man. This man that caused him all his problems and cost him damn near everything, even before they re-met in this endless time loop of death and torment. Part of him perhaps even enjoyed 007n7 getting a fraction of the pain back that he had caused. For all the lives he and his little demon spawn 'son' put at risk. He found himself almost reveling in the fact that he could be the one laughing now.

However, every sane bit of himself couldn't do it. He hated 007n7 with a passion, he had every right to.

That didn't change the fact they needed everyone they could get in this hellscape to survive. He wasn't a terrible man, or a villain, he wouldn't let 007n7 die just because of the hatred he felt coursing through every vein in his body. No, he wouldn't do that, because he wasn't a bad man. 

With a huff, and mutter under his breath, Elliot stepped forward, and knelt beside the struggling man, before huffing. 

"You're lucky I have a medkit on me, Seven."

((To Be Continued))