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Life here wasn't so bad, at least for Jason it wasn't. He was alright. Sure the rounds seemed dreadful, it was like a chore but what mother says goes.
He spawned backed in his limbo. There were trees everywhere, an endless forest that reminded him of the walks his mother took him on. He turned to a lone door that stood within the forest. It stood upright without an issue, and Jason knew why.
Much like the survivors' cabin, the killers had their own. But it functioned much, much differently. Notably that most doors led to own personal limbo and that locked doors appeared every so often. The key having to be found, and usually found within a few days.
Jason went over and opened the door. Then quietly exited his limbo before quickly making his way over to the bathroom. Entering and locking the door behind him as quickly as possible.
Jason removed his mask and placed it on the countertop. Then took off his jacket and hood, throwing it on the floor. He looked up at the mirror, staring closely at the parts of him that everyone had mocked. He'd been careful about not showing his face to the rest of the killers, but the worry was eating away at him. Looking only made himself feel worse. He rinsed his face with water and washed his hands. Then changed into more comfortable clothes. It's a slim chance he'll be killer again tomorrow, so he can wash his clothes later.
He put the dirtied clothes into a small bag, tossing it beside the washing machine. He put his mask back on, then left the bathroom.
He walked through the halls, no one else was there. No one really used the main cabin since everyone else had their own. But he knew that Jeff and Slenderman were likely busy. So he walked through the halls, glancing at each door. But one was off.
Jason stopped at an unkept door. What was once a vibrant colorful door that'd remind someone of a carnival was now a dull forgotten mess. Small cobwebs formed in the corners of the door and the doorknob had dust collecting on it. It had been forgotten about for months. It's key likely never found so everyone else forgot.
But he didn't want to repeat what happened to those who'd been forgotten. Even if it had been months, he didn't like the idea that someone had been forgotten or shun by everyone else. He wasn't sure why he felt like this but...eh. Didn't matter to much, did it now?
He pulled a few paperclips, then carefully fiddled with the lock until he heard a click. Then backed away as he opened the door. The dust of the doorknob getting onto his hands as the door also creaked loudly, making him pause. Then pushed the door open, revealing to him a large theatre.
Rows upon rows of empty seats with a single light shining onto the stage. It felt lonely. Like whoever up there was trying to show the world something but that world ignored them.
The person in question looked like a mascot, with a large yellow spherical head that had a face on it. Their clothes were bright, catching his eyes quickly. The ruffles on the cuffs if their sleeves and around their neck made Jason think of a jester or clown.
Confetti and popped ballons were scattered around the stage. But the person didn't seem to mind it, instead making some ballon animals with a frown. However once they saw Jason they quickly put on a small forced smile and stood up.
Jason tilted his head before walking over to the front row of seats. All of which were empty and dusty except for one.
"Hello there sir. You must be here for the show, correct?" The jester asked, walking over to the edge of the stage with the single stage light following their movements.
He shook his head. 'No. I wanted to get you out.' Jason hoped the person would understand him, so he watched as they proceeded what he'd signed.
"Oh...I see. That's very thoughtful of you but I'm fine here. I don't see why I should leave unless it's to entertain."
'Because you need healthy connections. Also I can hear your stomach growling.'
The jester opened their mouth, then closed it as they pondered. Looking away in guilt at the fact they'd forgotten they hadn't eaten anything in a long time.
"I know but I don't want to leave...I like being here and who knows how the people outside are like. I know that at least The Spectre appreciates my performance."
Jason raised an eyebrow at the mention of The Spectre. 'The Spectre? Who is that?'
Their eyes widened quickly. "You don't know? He's the shadowy figure with a top hat. Mostly black but also some bits of red. He can shapeshift I'm pretty sure." Jason was still confused, however decided to let it go for a future conversation.
'I see. Moving on, do you want me to bring you some food?'
"Sure. I'd really appreciate it. Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself! Silly me. My name's Charlatan, the best entertainer and gamehost of all of Robloxia!"
'Jason. Nice to meet you.' He extended out a hand to Charlatan, which they took and shook his hands excitedly. He let go before asking, 'One small question, are you a woman? It's hard to tell with your voice slightly muffled.'
"Yes, I am a lady. Thank you for asking. You seem very polite for someone your age."
'What.'
"What? I'm just being honest."
Jason was left with his mouth open, then quickly pulled himself together. Now walking towards the exit slowly. 'I'll be back with some food, anything I need to know?'
"Nothing spicy or too bitter. I like sweet and sour things." She yelled back, "and absolutely NO fish."
Jason nodded, opened the door to go back to the main realm. He slowly closed the door behind him, looking around and see that there was still no one. How did everyone, including himself, forget about this door? It's a shame they didn't open it earlier.
~ 'Nighttime' ~
"So what, you're telling me we've had the only woman here locked up by accident?" Jeff asked in surprise, leaning against one of the wooden beams of the dock.
"Basically." Jason nodded.
"Then we should make her introduction to here as smooth as possible. She'd be bombarded with questions if we told everyone else. So many of them are nosey people." Slenderman responded, giving Jeff a bloxiade. Who opened the bottle and quickly drank it all. "Jeff don't drink that fast, you'll get hiccups." Slenderman scolded, but made no attempt at stopping Jeff.
Jason chuckled at the sight, looking back at the lake infront of them. His mind was still on Charlatan. She seemed sweet enough, but no one here is exactly innocent. So what happened to make her arrive here?
Maybe he'll find out sooner than he thinks...Or maybe he'll find out something he never wanted to know.
Notes:
There's a good chance I abandon this like all of my other projects but we'll see, also I need more Charlatan fics I'm foaming at the mouth for any fluff and/or angst fics PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!
Chapter 2: The First Round
Summary:
It's been a few days now, and Jason wants to get a few people to meet Charlatan in person. However he can't help but worry about what might happen.
Charlatan in the meantime gets her first round, perhaps she'll enjoy it more than one expects her to. Maybe she'll even prove herself as more dangerous than expected.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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It'd been days since Jason meet Charlatan, and he'd gotten her to agree to let a few others come over today. He was nervous, how would she react to the others? What if they find her weird instead? His mind was starting to flood with worry, but he couldn't get distracted now.
A round was starting soon. It could be him next, if not then definitely the first round tomorrow will have him. He held his breath as he was the timer ticking.
5
4
3.
2..
1...
...
It wasn't him.
He let out a sigh of relief, looking away from the timer to look behind him. Though quickly got jumpscared by Phosphorus. He quickly took out his machete and pointed it at the snake man, but Phosphorus had pushed the machete down.
"Sheesh man, no need to be so jumpy. I get you're like, insane or whatever but that's a bit far..." He chuckled, slithering towards to the couch.
Jason watched before putting the machete away. Sitting down on the couch beside Phosphorus. 'It'd be surprising for someone to not be insane.' He responded, looking over at the fireplace.
"Ha! You're right about that aren't you? But you look more anxious then normal."
Jason glanced at Phosphorus, raising an eyebrow underneath the mask at his words. Silence filled the air for a few moments as Jason tried to come up with something to say to the larger man. A clawed hand rested onto his shoulder, making Jason regain his focus.
"Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But y'know I'm here when you're ready. This is hell but we've got each other's backs. None of us are going truly crazy anytime soon."
Phosphorus grinned, showing the many sharp teeth that the snake man had. "Besides, it'd be a real shame to lose someone as nice as you."
Jason nodded. 'Thanks. It's just that someone new arrived and I'm worried for everyone's reactions.'
"Ah, what's the worst that could happen? We might hate em but we'll learn to at least tolerate them. It's practically impossible here to fully avoid someone with those uh, double trouble rounds."
'I know. I have to go now.'
"Alright, have fun."
Phosphorus let go of Jason's shoulder, letting him stand up and walk upstairs. He went down the long hallway, ending up at Charlatan's door again. He knocked, but no response came from inside. Curiousity got to the better of him, so he slowly opened the door. Looking at the large theatre, it was the first time it'd been truly empty.
Wait. That meant...Oh. Oh no.
He quickly rushed downstairs, running past Phosphorus and went over to the clock. Sure enough, underneath the timer it said; Current Round: Charlatan
He stared for a few moments. Worry starting to creep up but managed to push it down. She seems like she could figure it out quickly. Hopefully she just doesn't get too injured.
He tore his eyes off the clock and went back upstairs and over to the bathroom. Rummaging through the cabinets he managed to find some first-aid kits and some painkillers. Then went back to Charlatan's room. He put the stuff on a first row seat. Hopefully it didn't take too long for her to come back.
~ Round ~
Her head feels like it's pounding. She doesn't know where she woke up, but she could see a timer on her overalls' screen. Standing up felt like torture, static quickly filled her vision as she holds onto a nearby object. Once it clears she sees that she's in a ballpit and that she'd holding onto a broken generator.
She slowly lets go as she stabilizes herself. There's a baseball bat on her back. Her hand pulls the bat off her back, and inspects the sharp wire that covered it.
Meanwhile Noob had watched nearby. They hide behind the corner of a wall, using their ghostburger to not get spotted immediately. Who was this person? They seemed familiar, but more importantly reminded them of some sort of mascot. Did they run a show they knew? Or was it an amusement park? But their thoughts got cut off as they realized the invisible effect had ran out.
The killer looked around and noticed Noob. They quickly ran, not wanting to be the first one out. Fate had other plans as the wire bat hit their head hard, making them stumble forwards. The back of their head bleed out, the blood starting to get onto their face. The world started to get blurry from blood loss, they could barely dodge the next attack. This time it barely scraped at their leg.
Before Charlatan could get another hit at Noob, Chance shot her. She yelped, silently cursing while holding her head tightly. She watched as Noob ran off, then quickly turned towards Chance, who was standing beside Clockwork.
The two quickly ran away, but Chance didn't run far enough before getting a hit to the chest. Knocking him to the ground, he swore their ribs just broke. They tried grabbing their flintlock but due to his weakness they got a nasty hit to the head. A large crack formed, blood spilled onto the floor and onto his clothes. The world spun before going black.
1 down, 7 more.
Charlatan felt some kind of sick joy from seeing the sight of Chance's split skull. She had to physically fight back bursting into laughter at how pathetic they were. But she focused back on the task at hand as she heard footsteps behind her.
She decided to look through her pockets, and found a rocket launcher somehow stored there. She dropped the bat, then pointed the launcher at the unlucky person behind her. The rocket flew out, hitting the person and causing a large explosion. Dust flying everywhere, blinding anyone nearby, including Charlatan.
The person that got hit stumbled around, before eventually looking over to see Charlatan. Charlatan looked back at the person, coughing from the dust. A black box covered their face, making her raise an eyebrow but soon recognized the bastard. Without thinking she quickly took him. Bashing his head until she no longer could hear his breathing. The blood splattered into the grass and short brick walls nearby.
Her breathing started to slow as she looked away. Her mind was starting to get worse, she could hardly focus without acting out. Perhaps the Spectre had been right about saying her mind was too far gone.
She continued her killing spree. Having bashed the head's or body of most of them. Only two were left, Noob and Guest 1337.
The two of them just finished a generator in the well room. Noob started drinking a cola, the last few seconds of the round were stressful. They were only a hit or so away from death. Guest 1337 looked over at them.
"Hey kid, don't worry. I've got your back if anything happens." He tried reassuring Noob, giving them a small smile.
"I...I know but it's...I feel like this new guy is so- they just..." Noob huffed, trying to get themselves together to properly speak. It was just...odd. A new killer, and much less one that was able to wipe over half the team?
"It's weird that they're good? I agree, but maybe they have experience with this stuff before."
Noob nodded at Guest's words. That seemed logical enough. They calmed down, walking over to Guest. He watched as Noob came closer, then looked around and noticed a rocket. He quickly pushed Noob out of the way, tanking the hit. Noob's eyes widened, but they quickly drank their slateskin potion.
Charlatan raised her bat, about to hit Guest but he blocked the move. The barbed wire scratched his arm, creating claw like wounds. He punched her in the chest. She let out a low growl, but the round ended before she could get out of the stun.
~ Theatre ~
The sudden brightness of the stage blinded her. She struggled to stay up as the adrenaline started to leave her system. A figure made it's way over to her, and judging by the frantic movements of it's hands she guessed it was Jason. He held her up, and she let her body limp on him. But she managed to give him a smile.
"That was the best thing I've done...ever."
Jason lowered her to lay on the ground, at least tried. Her mascot head was making it difficult, but he wasn't sure if he should take it over or not. So he tapped on her head, then waited.
"Hm?...Uh...Do you want to take it off?..."
He nodded.
"...Sure but only this once."
He took the head off, trying to ignore what her face looked like as he got in a more comfortable position on the ground. Then started to tend to the wounds that the survivors had managed to inflict on her. He would've swapped her clothes for clean ones but decided against it, not wanting to make the situation more awkward then it already was with her foam head off.
He sat beside her once done. They couldn't die here but he didn't want her to be weakened. It always pained him to see someone so weak and helpless.
...
Maybe he didn't like seeing a reflection of his own past.
Notes:
Hope you guys enjoy the new chapter! I tried focusing more on Charlatan this time. I'm happy with myself for the round part. ^^