Who are you?

by thewonderfulworldofwinter

Summary:

We used to have nice moments,
Underneath the sun
It was light-hearted and warm
All in good fun.

Now it’s not the same,
And it hurts because it’s true.
Now when I see your face
I know it’s not really you.

Notes:

guysss don’t kill me but i’m a rarepair shipper

(p.s. there’s death and swearing in this, no major death tag cuz they respawn tho)

Chapter 1: Noticed

He didn’t even know himself that this was possible. It sounded so ironic that even 1x1x1x1 could find humor in it.

1x1x1x1 was in love. And to c00lkidd’s father, nonetheless.

For some reason he couldn’t focus all of his energy on killing the survivors anymore. After hearing 007n7’s stories about them he just couldn’t bring himself to hunt them down like a rabid bloodhound.

Almost every killer knew (except c00lkidd), and their reactions varied. Noli straight up started bawling, John Doe was supportive, Slasher— well, Slasher couldn’t say much, pr3ttypriincess shrugged and said “alright” and bluudude laughed really loudly and then tried to pretend it was a cough.

1x1x1x1 himself was engaged to 007n7, and was happier than ever before, even though the creation of hatred would strongly deny it.

He struggled with affection and how to show it, and of course with how relationships work in the first place, but eventually 1x1x1x1 got the gist of it.

But 007n7 tended to share a lot of stories, all of which were about the survivors, mostly. How Elliot gave him pizza even with the strain in their relationship, how Guest blocked a corrupt nature to save Dusekkar, how Taph managed to flashbang the killer 7 times in one round.

And, most importantly; how they were a team and helped each other through thick and thin.

Hearing these stories made 1x1x1x1 just have less desire to kill in general. When you know the people you’re killing, their families and backstories and struggles, you start to feel for them.

So 1x1x1x1 started being less harsh on them. Nothing too noticeable, but just enough to make a difference.

He’d be a bit more gentle with how he killed them, give them just a bit more time to escape a mass infection wind up.

He didn’t think anyone would notice, and, if they did, that it wouldn’t matter.

But unfortunately it got noticed.

By the Spectre.

Chapter 2: Unrecognizable

Summary:

I can see your face

But I know it’s not you behind those eyes.

It was just a normal round as far as 007n7 was concerned. He turned a corner, and there was his beautiful fiancé.

 

“1x1x1x1, love! I didn’t know you were killer.”

 

She turned around, glaring at 007n7.

 

He smiled at her, expecting maybe a ‘hello’ or a hug.

 

What he didn’t expect was a mass infection to be thrown at him.

 

“1x1x1x1– what’s going on? W-why’d you—“ he started, cut off by two swords flying past him. He took this as a chance to run, 1x1x1x1 tailing him closely and around every corner— like an animal locked on a piece of prey.

 

He gasped for breath, Guest 1337 stunning her momentarily, giving 007n7 a chance to regain his composure. His breaths were ragged and shaky, searing pain from the mass infection flooding his body.

 

But, most of the pain was from 1x1x1x1’s reaction to him. She had never responded like that, at least since they started dating. And he noticed one small thing that didn’t cease to bring tears to his eyes.

 

1x1x1x1’s ring finger was bare.

 

The golden band was missing, the one that 007n7 knew 1x1x1x1 treasured more than anything. The one that he’d picked out for her himself.

 

He heard commotion coming from around the bend, wiping his eyes and looking.

 

1x1x1x1 was ruthless. She was killing survivors off like an expert in a shooting range, aiming at targets.

 

Quick, effortless and precise.

 

Her black hair whipped around wildly, a manic smile on her once calm face.

 

Elliot scrambled to get away hobbling as Chance following closely and actually dropped that confident smile. They knew 1x1x1x1 wasn’t like this, they knew this wasn’t normal.

 

Guest was limping, pizza being tossed at him from a small structure where Elliot was using a medkit, blood trailing everywhere that the eye could see.

 

She swung her head around, looking for any survivors.

 

Now, following the blood trail would be easy, but there were so many trails— so many hurt survivors, that it’d be nearly impossible to follow.

 

They jabbed their swords in the ground, took a breath, inhaled sharply and quickly and hoisted their weapons from the dirt, hands trembling.

 

Was it fear? Excitement? Pain? Cold? It wasn’t clear at all. They started sprinted, full speed to where Elliot and Chance were, a scream suddenly tearing through the brittle, dead silence.

 

A gunshot. A slash. A scream. A thump.

 

Another death. Another heart-wrenching series of noises that no one, no matter how hard they tried, could shut out or forget.

 

Blood pooled and dripped from a ledge, staining the grass messily.

 

007n7 covered his mouth with his hand, biting back a sob or gasp or scream. He just stood there, back pressed against the wall, praying that he wouldn’t have to die to the person he loved most. Praying that this was all some fucked-up dream.

 

He heard it again. A mass infection and a stun. Not that it would stop whatever killer this was. This wasn’t 1x1x1x1. This was something else, something malicious and violent and horrible and ruthless.

 

007n7 convinced himself to stop just hiding behind the wall, instead carefully and as quietly as he could venturing out to maybe distract 1x1x1x1.

 

He clutched his hand tightly around his mouth to keep from choking out strained cries, walking past the mutilated body of Shedletsky, his entire body shaking and weak as he saw more of them— his friends, dead.

 

Builderman, Chance, Noob… too many to feel calm. Too much damage done to feel like maybe they didn’t want the death to hurt.

 

Intestines and blood and ribs stuck out at nauseating angles, limbs ripped off violently— then strewn about like dolls or building blocks.

 

Like toys .

 

Noob’s body was especially bad— decapitated, ripped apart and stabbed on a broken piece of wood, mimicking John Doe’s killing style, except much more malicious— much more excited.

 

He coughed out a sob, catching himself as tears effortlessly welled up, threatening to spill. What happened… 1x1x1x1 wouldn’t do this…

 

Right?

 

The realization hit like a freight train. Maybe this was all a plan. A trick, like they were no more than stupid little objects, their heads’ ready to be torn off and displayed like trophies.

 

No. That couldn’t be true. 1x1x1x1 loved 007n7 and even a dummy could see that.

 

He backed up into a wall again, only him and Guest remaining. There were two minutes left on the clock. Two more minutes of this torture .

 

He slapped his hands on the concrete, deep, gasping breaths being drawn in by how shallow he was breathing before. He wanted to shut his eyes, just to close out the fucking nightmare that surrounded him. The blood, the smell, the bodies, the screams. He just wanted this all to end.

 

Cautiously, 007n7 turned around the arch. It was oddly quiet, wind whistling idly while grass and other plants rubbed against each other, a mild buzz filling the air.

 

It didn’t feel right.

 

Normally, this is the point where the survivors would drink a Bloxy Cola or use a medkit— the calmer, more tranquil moments that they seldom got.

 

But to 007n7, it just felt awful, like the pit in his stomach was being dug even deeper.

 

He couldn’t focus on anything. Not even making a clone, not even doing a generator. All he wanted to do was see the timer tick down to zero.

 

One minute remained.

 

It felt as though time itself was mocking him, moving slowly and methodically just to torture him even more. Just to make him want to claw his own skin off even more .

 

He found asylum behind another structure, slumping down to sit on the floor beneath his feet. He tried to distract himself, tried to focus on anything other than the smell of blood that clogged his senses.

 

Suddenly a sound that 007n7 hadn’t heard directed to him for a long, long time.

 

And a mass infection tore through him.

 

Pain boiled from everywhere. His skin stung like he had a million papercuts and he was suddenly being dipped in lemon juice.

 

And there she was.

 

1x1x1x1.

 

He held his hands in front of him.

 

“1x1x1x1! My love, it’s me. Don’t you recognize me?”

 

1x1x1x1 looked at 007n7, eyes narrowing, speaking coldly and bitterly.

 

. . .

 

“Who are you?”

Notes:

“wow this doesn’t have a major character death tag! i’m so proud of myself!” i says, unawares of the targeting that’s about to befall me

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Doomed Forsaken Shipfics!