How to make bad decisions, tutorial by Lance

by Anonymous

Summary:

Useless. Pathetic. Waste of space.
That’s what Lance Hayashi is, then he got ran over by a car. A shady entity thing has offered to revive him for a cost, and now he has to play death games until god knows when. Atleast they’re getting rich while doing it..

Or in other words
FORSAKEN SI !!1!1!

Notes:

• Inspired by World's Worst Swordsman (Forsaken Self-Insert) by Aquvo, Asperanna, Cotton147, crazyman1c_here_1ma0, Gr4yscale, InfiniteChaosRai, JustAdine, MimicalMorph, PhightingForMySanity (auspiciousAuthor), SpACE_Venturer, Vauschen

Chapter 1: I can’t even die right

Lance Hayashi, one of the worst people who has free will. All he does with his life is play video games and slack off! he barely gets decent grades in school!

He can be good at some things.. like folding piles of laundry in under 10 minutes or being semi-competent at cooking.

He’s ok at video games, well pjsk at the very least. But when it comes to forsaken he’s absolutely dogshit at it.
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“BRO GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND HELP MEEEEEEEEEEAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH” my friend genuinely sounded like he was actually being chased by a edgy spawn of hatred, but I’m doing a generator so it’s not really my problem.

‘Click.’

‘Click’

How long is this gonna take..

‘Click’

 

I finally finished that god forsakened generator, I really hate those things. But then I hear it.
Oh god.

The LMS theme..
God I’m so cooked..

There is no way in robloxia I’m going to win against a milestone IV 1x. I started to run in the opposite direction of the killer.

Then..

“LANCE! GET DOWN HERE NOW.!”

Oh..my…freaking..GOD.

You have to be joking.
I was in the middle of a match.
What is this? Some sorta Ao3 fanfiction??

“IM COMING MOM.”

Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom. But holy fucking shit I was in the middle of a match.

“Yeah..?”

My mom and dad are both downstairs..

Staring.

Judging.

It’s never enough.
I’m never enough.

Stop staring..

“Lance! stop staying in your room all day. Go outside.”

oh..

“Right now..? I don’t really feel up to it.”

“Yes, all you do is play video games! Go play some with some people your age. Your father agrees, right?”

 

“You should be studying.”

 

It’s always that. Study, study, study.

“….”

‘Sigh.’

“I’ll go play outside..err.. see you guys later..”

 

I might as well buy some snacks since I’m out.

I started walking towards the gas station a couple blocks from my house.
The only really notable thing about the walk there is that I have to cross a street. Other than that it’s just suburban hell.

‘Clack’

Hmm.?

oh shit- I dropped my wallet in the middle of the road.
Looking both ways, there’s no car.. I should be fine..

Bending down to pick it up, a lot more stuff dropped out of my pocket than I assumed.

I eventually picked it all up

“That should be all” I said to no one.

..hey what’s that.. is that a car.?

‘CRASH’
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Everything hurts.
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I can’t see..
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Am I dead.?

Then all of a sudden a heavenly.? light shines directly in front of me

 

Be not afraid..

“Im going to bang your mom”

“…”

“…”

“I’m sorry-“

“Sigh..I don’t get payed enough for this.”

“Look you died, I’m here to offer you a way to revive”

“…why do you want to revive me.?”

“ you get to play that silly little game, called uhh forsaken?”

Holy cheese. That sounds like those ao3 fics I read.. there’s no way I’m not gonna give up this opportunity.

“WHEN DO I START??”

“Well it’s not like you had a choice, anyways you will have your consciousness transported into the game and you will play as if you are one of the characters. You will have medical and dentist insurance, and will be payed about 4,000 dollars in-“

“If I die there will I die again in real life? Or do I get stuck there permanently or……….” If I learnt anything from Ao3 you have to know everything about a shady isekai deal.

“QUIET YOUR RAMBLINGS..ughhhh your giving my non existent brain a god damned migraine”

“So to answer your questions you won’t die permanently, time will slow down when you enter the spectre’s realm so you don’t have to worry about being away for too long, we’ll tell your parents that you got a paid internship at a packaging company, you can leave whenever you want. You just have to get Atleast 4 hours of entertainment every week, you can only be one character, and finally you can’t break character or else you have to deal with the consequences.”

“Oh okay! When do I start?”

 

“Right now.”

“…I just got ran over by a car..I think. Atleast give me some time to recover..geez ”

“Oh, one more thing I forgot to mention. You will be playing as the last character you used”

Oh. Hell. No.
I was playing as Elliot.
I CANT DO THIS
MY AIM IS TERRIBLE

“WAIT-“

Everything fades to black once more as I feel a tug in my chest.

Chapter 2: Just killed a man, feeling good

Summary:

Pulled an all nighter for this

Elliot POV

‘We lost..again..
Seventh round of today and every single time we’ve died. I need to be better, I have to be better. Maybe I should take Guest1337 on that offer for training me…nah who am I kidding, I should just stick to healing. Hopefully round number eight will go well.’

Elliot, deciding to prepare for next round started making his way over to the community kitchen to prepare pizzas.

‘Alright we have the..
Dough,
Sauce,
Cheese,
And..
Peppero-‘

Already feeling a tug in his chest,
that meant it was time for another round. But this time around it felt less..malicious.?

Then for the eight time today everything
Faded to black.

‘Ugh.. teleporting hurts like a bitch. what’s the map..
Theres a ..Ferris wheel, fountain, my unconscious body, and a- wait what the hell.’ A couple inches away was my unconscious body, looking down I noticed that I my lower half was semi-transparent fading into nothing like a messed up gradient.

Am I dead..?
I can finally leave this hellhole.
But what about my family? Even though I’ve been stuck here for Telamon knows how much time I could’ve escaped. I never got to say goodbye. And what about my teammates.? Who’ll help them now..?

“Ughhhhh… I just got hit by a car, yet that felt worse..”

…
Why is my body talking on its own???
Did I get hacked..
WHOS CONTROLLING MY BODY?
Did the spectre so this? …
FUCK YOU SPECTRE

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Lance..?

My senses suddenly reactivate. Nothing feels right. My skin is too tight, everything’s too loud. It hurts

Stop hurting
Make it stop .
Make it stop .
Make it stop .
Make it stop .
Make it stop .

 

Then just as quick as it happened the pain subsided to a dull ache.

‘It’s ok I’m fine.. just get up, put one foot in front of the other.. I’ll be fine’ Standing up feels..weird. I feel like I got taller and yet somehow the ground is too close.

“Ughhhhh… I just got hit by a car, yet that felt worse..”, I mumbled out to no one.

I think I’m at the c00lcarnival map..?
There’s a Ferris wheel and everything but it feels so surreal seeing it up close.

Ok..ok
Remember you have an objective.
Stay in character, do this for like an hour..I wonder if the time passes differently here. If time passes differently here then how long is a round.? But then, what if-

Get back on task! I have to focus
And my last objective is too
Not die..again.
Dying is not fun.

Maybe I should go find a generator.. yeah that’s a good idea..

After exploring for a bit I stumbled upon a red building, I think this is that one place with the drakobloxxer statue. If I’m right there should be a.. Generator!

Lock in.. I have to lock in..

How do you open this thing

After intellectually opening the panel (hitting it until the hinges of the panel door fell off)

I can finally..

What

The

Fuck.

WHY IS IT LIKE THAT?! All the wires were intertwined with eachother, some not even seeming to have a match at first glance. Forsaken made this seem so much easier………

It’s fine! I can do this.!

‘Click’

‘Click’

‘wait wrong colour’

‘Click’

‘Click’

‘Ding!’

I DID IT FINALLY DID. One, one wire.
Out of twelve.

“….”
“#############################################”

Lance then decided for some reason to repeatedly kick the generator.

A sound of footsteps started to come from the nearest entrance.

Holy #### I’m going to die..
Wait a god damned minute- can’t I just jump the thing approaching me?

…

That’s the best idea I’ve had since forever.

The footsteps sounded like they’re right around the corner

Wait for it…

And…

“Hey Elliot! Is that a new outfit you ha-“

NOW!

I then lunged at the thing, swinging at its face until I was certain it was dead.

The thing- I mean person I attacked had a black fedora, headphones, what used to be sunglasses, black suit, and a coin and some sorta gun lying a few feet away.

I’m pretty sure that’s Chance.

Huh, I wonder how much weakness they had.

 

 

…

 

 

Oh god.

 

 

 

 

 

I just killed Chance.

I JUST KILLED CHANCE.
IM A HORRIBLE PERSON, HOLY SHIT.

WHERE DO I HIDE THE BODY UH- UHHHHHHHHHM…

I picked up the body and dragged it behind a pillar.. I think I’m going to be sick.

Alright..let’s just sit down for a moment and calm down.

Calm.

Everything’s calm. Breathe. Just breathe

 

All of a sudden the round ends.

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And

      my  

           vision

                 fades

                        to

                           black

                                once    
                                     
                                    more.

Notes:

Next chapter probably will have character designs, also to put some research into this fic I’ve decided to try and get max levels on Elliot too fully understand the struggle. Before hand I’ve already had 26 levels……
I’m a two time main, been one before the rework please give me some grace T-T

Chapter 3: Headcannons and character designs

Summary:

Unfortunately my schedule has left me with little to no free time
So I made a character design in catalogue avatar creator and drew over it a little bit
My designs will be drawn…eventually..

ALRIGHT WHOS READY FOR HEADCANNONS!!1!1!

-Elliot

Pineapple pizza is his favorite pizza but refuses to tell anyone it’s his favorite 

Nervous cooker, when nervous or uncomfortable he will cook like an entire god damned feast

Would like very generic pop music

before/at the very start of his pizza career he used to be very mean and a jerk 

he knew 007n7 pre-c00lkidd (007n7 in his college days would often hack WAAP and would target Elliot specifically for no reason other than it was funny. Elliot hit him with a frying pan once)

distantly related to builderman, would only occasionally see him on giant family gatherings 

during forsaken they got closer and now Elliot calls him uncle builderman 

Elliot was more skilled at cooking pizzas and working cash register, while the lobby pizza guy would do packaging and deliveries more

most of his clothes consist of his work uniforms and a couple of black-grey turtle necks

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Lance

this is kinda canon bc Lance is my OC/self insert

cannot cook to save his life, except sandwiches for some reason

Plays PJSK

is a two time and noob main 

Is blind as hell (wears rlly thick glasses)

Before dying he used to be very paranoid about traffic and road safety

wears whatever the fuck he can find 

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So outfit differences…
Basically my version of Elliot wears
-black no sleeves turtleneck as an undershirt
-red polo work shirt thing 
-short black fingerless gloves 
-black slacks 
-work boots?? 
-the iconic red visor
-long ass hair in a ponytail 
-his red visor says pizza 
-5’11
-that’s like it, it would make more sense after I draw it trust 

Lance (as Elliot) wears
-boxy glasses (he is forever blind)
-generic black short sleeved shirt 
-long black fingerless gloves 
-Kandi bracelets and cuffs
-black slacks
-black Nike shoes 
-red polo shirt(same as Elliot)
-messenger bag (mostly to store items he brings from the real world but that won’t be relevant for now)
-his red visor says ROBLOX
-shorter hair, slightly above shoulder 
-5’6
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And thatsss it for nowwwww

for refrence this is what lance (as Elliot) looks like 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Plssss commmmmenttttttt I genuinely wanna know if people actually read ts

Also if the image doesn’t show here’s a link to my tumblr where i posted the image
https://www.tumblr.com/l4nce-plays-pjsk?source=share

Chapter 4: Sleep doesn’t come for sinners

Summary:

Chapter 3 yay
I’ll edit this later..

Lance

Light invades my senses again.

I open my eyes, I’m in a cabin..? Where am I?

Oh right, I died and then made a deal with an ominous entity..yay..

Then after that I was thrown into a round and I.. I..killed….Chance…

I don’t remember anything else after that.

…

If I’m in a cabin, doesn’t that mean I’m in the forsaken lobby?

Looking around, everything checks out. There’s a couch with a coffee table, fireplace, the cat, and even the dracobloxxer plague!

Maybe I should explore a bit. Yeah it would be nice to get familiar with the place since I’m going to be stuck here for a bit.

Getting up from the ground I walked up the stairs and into another room. In the other room there was some chairs, tables, a half finished Jenga tower, a shelf with a missing poster on it, and two bean bags facing a TV.

Isn’t there usually a NPC that hangs around the bean bags?.. maybe the npcs are actually sentient and moves around, who knows. Anyways after plopping down on one of the bean bags I started to feel the gentle pull of sleepiness.

A nap wouldn’t hurt, right? Hey, this could be a dream and I’ll wake up.. what a funny dream this all is…….

Zzzzzz…Zzzz

 

“Hey Elliot! We need to talk.”

Someone’s here. I need to leave RIGHT NOW.

I got up from the bean bag, and ran for the exit.

I am NOT going to end up like 007n7. No way in heaven or hell I’m going to end up as an outcast.

I jumped straight down to the first floor, bolted for the exit. Now I’m outside, straight ahead there are smaller cabins. I went into the first one I saw.

 

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Spectre

 

How peculiar.

There’s a pest within my system, pretending to be one of my believed playthings.
How haven’t I seen them until now?
They have to be exterminated from my realm. A simple kill command should end their pitiful existence.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”

Ah.

There it is.

The pest.

“Why not?”

“How about this.. let’s make a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yes a deal. You let my client stay here, and I’ll get you more despair.”

“And how will that work?”

“It’s simple. I’ll have my client spread some hope and joy, make the survivors trust him, then he will betray them. Basically giving them a false sense of hope.”

“My methods are fine. I should just exterminate you and the pest right here right now.”

“You can’t just have your ‘playthings’ as you call them continuously drown in their misery. Eventually they’ll grow numb. So give them some false hope, I promise you it once they lose that hope you’ll get a feast of agony and despair.”

 

“…. Fine.”

“Let’s talk about the fine details on a later date. But your pest will stay here for now.”

 

“Pleasure doing business with you.”

Notes:

I made this so I can get better at writing..