"Dear Survivors.."

by Azuretimeaholic

Summary:

"Spawn does not forgive sinners."

"Lying is a sin."

"Spawn shows no mercy."

"Spawns shows nothing but wrath."

Or

The continuation of "Dear Diary.."!

Or

After a Suicide attempt, Two time is given an offer. With a little mind control, they'll accept. But will it be worth it?

Notes:

Hello this exists now gasp

 

Can anyone.... Guess....... What..... The spectre is gonna offer.................... Maybe :3

Chapter 1: Loud thoughts.

Two time awoke to an awful headache, and their limbs.. misplaced.

Misplaced?

 

The jolted up, eyes flying open only to be met with darkness.

They couldn't feel the ground, couldn't feel anything except their pounding head.

They looked down to their body, only to be met with.. nothing.

There was absolutely nothing, just black surroundings them from all sides.

They would've assumed their eyes had been covered if not for the fact nothing could obscure their vision this well without also affecting their movement.

 

Was this true death?

What they had waited for, what they had expected the first time.

 

No, it's couldn't be.

Death was nothing, and nothing included consciousness.

Nothing wasn't a black void, it was Nothing.

 

However, no matter how panic-enducing this situation would've been an hour ago, they just felt.. nothing.

At least that was nothing, not this sorry excuse for death.

 

Without warning, a bright, blinding red appeared, made up of thousands of numbers.
And a rather ugly hat with a distasteful S on it.

They would've thought it was the Spawn itself if not for the fact it was ugly as hell and not the incomprehensible beauty of the Spawn.

 

"⅁☈ℇℇ⍑⟟☊⅁⎎, ⍑⏙⌾ ⍑⟟⍓ℇ."
(Greetings, Two time.)

 

The voice was distorted, and barely even a voice. It reminded Two time of the whispers that plagued them during life and death.

Their throat felt tight, not with fear, but with forced closing. This being didn't want them to speak just yet. A rather good idea, they probably would've gagged at first. The thing was NOT pleasant to look at. Seriously. Ugly ass bitch.

 

"⟟ ⍲⍓ ⏧☊⌾⏙☊ ⍲⎎ ⍑ℍℇ ⎎⍴ℇ⍧⍑☈ℇ•"
(I am known as The Spectre.)

 

Elliot had mentioned that name once, whilst sleeping that is. How did it know their name? What an idiotic question, it was obviously some sort of deity. Could it read their mind? If so, it probably wouldn't be happy to know they had been insulting it. Spawn forgive them and help this deity find a better form.

 

"⎎⍑⌾⍴ ⍧⍲⎾⎾⟟☊⅁ ⍓ℇ ⌰⅁⎾⍦ ⌦ℇ🜅⌾☈ℇ ⟟ ⎎ℇ☊⟄ ⍦⌾⌰ ⌦⍲⍧⏧ ⍑⌾ ⍑ℍℇ ⟄⍲⍓☊ℇ⟄ ⎾⌾⌦⌦⍦, ⌾ℍ ⍓⍦ ⅁⌾⟄⎎• ☈⌾⌦⎾⌾🝍⟟⍲☊⎎ ⍑ℍℇ⎎ℇ ⟄⍲⍦⎎, ☊⌾ ☈ℇ⎎⍴ℇ⍧⍑•"
(Stop calling me ugly before I send you back to the damned lobby, oh my gods. Robloxians these days, no respect.)

 

So it CAN read minds. Wait, they didn't want to go back to the lobby yet. Had the others found their body yet? Or were they still in their body? Was their body still hanging there? Dear Spawn, who would find their body? They hoped it wasn't Noob, or Veeronica. Those two were so sweet they didn't want either to see something so gruesome. Was this thing the being that held them in this Spawn-forsaken realm? That would make sense, what other being with this power could keep them here and pull them out of its own free will? It was made up of number, 1s and 0s. It reminds them of 007n7s 'c00lGUI'... That was what it was called right?

 

"⌾⏧⍲⍦ ⍦⌾⌰ ⍧⍲☊ ⎎ℍ⌰⍑ ⌰⍴ ☊⌾⏙, ⟟ ⌦☈⌾⌰⅁ℍ⍑ ⍦⌾⌰ ℍℇ☈ℇ 🜅⌾☈ ⍲ ☈ℇ⍲⎎⌾☊• ⎎ℇ☈⟟⌾⌰⎎⎾⍦• ⏙ℍ⍦ ⟟⎎ ⎎⌾ ⍓⌰⍧ℍ ⅁⌾⟟☊⅁ ⌾☊ ⟟☊ ⍑ℍℇ☈ℇ¿"
(Okay you can shut up now, I brought you here for a reason. Seriously. Why is so much going on in there?)

 

Telling them to shut up? How rude. The Spawn would not approve of such behavior. Though, this was another deity. It likely wasn't to be judged by the Spawn. Oh it brought them here for something? That makes sense, why else would it pull them from the survivors cabin? Oh right, it said to shut up. Well, to be fair, they weren't speaking. They were thinking. How does one stop thinking? Could they just repeat one word over and over? Would that count? Duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck .... Okay they can't keep that up.

 

"☈⌾⌦⎾⌾🝍⟟⍲☊⎎ ☊⌾⏙⍲⟄⍲⍦⎎, ⌰☊⍲⌦⎾ℇ ⍑⌾ ℇ⍻ℇ☊ ⍧⌾☊⍑☈⌾⎾ ⍑ℍℇ⟟☈ ⌾⏙☊ ⍓⟟☊⟄• ⍴⍲⍑ℍℇ⍑⟟⍧• ⌾ℍ ⏙⍲⟟⍑ ⍑ℍ⟟⎎ ⌾☊ℇ'⎎ ⟄ℇ🜅ℇ⍧⍑⟟⍻ℇ, ☊ℇ⍻ℇ☈⍓⟟☊⟄•"
(Robloxians nowadays, unable to even control their own mind. Pathetic. Oh wait this one's defective, nevermind.)

 

Defective??? Oh that's worse. Were they defective? Why didn't it just say that in its mind and not aloud? Could they hear its thoughts as well? Was this just a place where everyone can hear everyone's thoughts? Or was this Spectre being just incredibly rude? They should probably go with the second option, considering they can't hear their thoughts thought they can still technically hear them but does it count as hearing if they weren't hearing it through their ears and instead just thinking it?

 

‘‘⎾ℇ⍑'⎎ ⏎⌰⎎⍑•• ⅁ℇ⍑ ⍑ℍ⟟⎎ ⌾⍻ℇ☈ ⏙⟟⍑ℍ• ⟟ ⟄⌾☊'⍑ ⎾⟟⏧ℇ ⍦⌾⌰ ⍲⎾☈ℇ⍲⟄⍦, ⟄ℇ⍲☈ ⅁⌾⟄⎎•’’
(Let's just.. get this over with. I don't like you already, dear gods.)

 

Well, at least it was honest. Honesty was difficult to find here for some odd reason. Those people and their inability to simply respect ones privacy. Ridiculous. Wait get what over with? Were they going to die again?? Well at least they were used to that, not this void world.

 

‘‘⟟ ⍲⍓ ⍲⏙⍲☈ℇ ⌾🜅 ⍦⌾⌰☈ ⎾⟟⍑⍑⎾ℇ ‹⍴☈⌾⌦⎾ℇ⍓› ⏙⟟⍑ℍ ⍑ℍℇ ⌾⍑ℍℇ☈ [⍴⎾⍲⍦ℇ☈⎎], ⍲☊⟄ ⟟ ⍲⍓ ℍℇ☈ℇ ⍑⌾.. ‹🜅⟟🝍› ⟟⍑•’’
(I am aware of your little 'problem' with the other [Players], and I am here to.. 'fix' it.)

 

Fix it? Fix it how? Were they allowed a diary with a lock? Or were the other survivors that looked without their permission going to be talked to the same as them? What was with this Spcetre being and being so cryptic? Could they not just get a straight answer on why they were here? They didn't like this place. It was weird and empty and it made them unable to see their body, which wasn't too bad, but they also couldn't breathe here but technically it didn't seem like they needed to breathe here considering they weren't choking, actually were they choking? They couldn't tell. What was with this place and it's UGLLY ASS inhabitant?

 

‘‘⟟ ⎎⍲⟟⟄ ⎎⍑⌾⍴ ⍧⍲⎾⎾⟟☊⅁ ⍓ℇ ⌰⅁⎾⍦• ⟄ℇ⟟⍑⍦'⎎ ℍ⍲⍻ℇ 🜅ℇℇ⎾⟟☊⅁ ⍑⌾⌾ ⍦'⏧☊⌾⏙•’’
(I said stop calling me ugly. Deity's have feeling too y'know. :()

 

Oh right, it could hear their thoughts. Could it actually hear their thoughts or could it read them? If it could read them what kind of handwriting would it be? Would it be theirs? Oh they didn't have the best handwriting, that wouldn't be good. [LIARRRR] Liar? Liar who? [oh shit is this thing on] Apparently? Was this also the Spectre? How did it know what their handwriting looked like? [i wasnt here] But you were!!! Who are you and what are you doing in their mind?

 

‘‘⟟'⍓ ⏎⌰⎎⍑ ⅁⌾☊☊⍲ ⟟⅁☊⌾☈ℇ ⍑ℍ⍲⍑ ⍑ℍℇ☊• ⍧⍲☊ ⏙ℇ ⅁ℇ⍑ ⍑⌾ ⍑ℍℇ ⍴⌾⟟☊⍑ ☊⌾⏙¿’’
(I'm just gonna ignore that then. Can we get to the point now?)

 

Well technically they were only waiting on it, considering they had no idea what they were doing here. This Spectre being hurt their eyes, not just because it was incredibly ugly, apologies, but also because it was just bright.

 

‘‘⟟ ℍ⍲⍻ℇ ⍲☊ ⌾🜅🜅ℇ☈ 🜅⌾☈ ⍦⌾⌰, ⍑⏙⌾ ⍑⟟⍓ℇ•’’
(I have an offer for you, Two time.)

 

 

 

 

 

(Very important visual of Two time and the Spectre)

(Two time does NOT wanna be here 😭💥)

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2: Clarification.

Summary:

Spectre actually gets to the goddamn POINT and gets Two time to agree to the deal

We don't question how it got them to agree, mk?

Two time felt dizzy.

 

An offer? What kind of offer? It said it'd 'fix' their issue with the other survivors, sure, but it hadn't given any details. At all. It was rather frustrating, continuously being told of an offer but not what it was. This place feels weirder now. More fuzzy. The spectres weird 1s and 0s are blurry now, why? Even if they were before, they were just more so now. They needed the weird things 007n7 spoke of, glasses? They were pretty sure Amarah ha– Ow? What?

 

‘‘⏙⌾☈☈⍦ ☊⌾⍑, ⍲⎾⎾ ⍴⍲⟟☊ ⎎ℍ⍲⎾⎾ ⌦ℇ ☈ℇ⎾⟟ℇ⍻ℇ⟄ ⎎⌾⌾☊. ⟟🜅 ⍦⌾⌰'⎾⎾ ⏎⌰⎎⍑ ⎾ℇ⍑ ⍓ℇ ⎎⍴ℇ⍲⏧¡’’
(Worry not, all pain shall be relieved soon. If you'll just let me speak!)

 

Right right, it needed to speak and stuff. Why couldn't it just speak while they were thinking? Could it not focus on it's words with their mind constantly running? Ow ow, again? Rude, they were just thinking. It wasn't their fault they couldn't turn off their brain on will. The Spectre said they were defective, no? That made sense. Of course they were defective. They wouldn't be here if they had just done everything right. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive them. Spawn forgive–

 

‘‘⟄ℇ⍲☈ ⅁⌾⟄⎎•• ⏙⟟⎾⎾ ⍦⌾⌰ ⏎⌰⎎⍑ ⎎ℍ⌰⍑ ⌰⍴¿ ⍴⎾ℇ⍲⎎ℇ• ⟟ ⏙⌾⌰⎾⟄ ⎾⟟⏧ℇ ⍑⌾ ⎎⍴ℇ⍲⏧•’’
(Dear gods.. Will you just shut up? Please. I would like to speak.)

 

Yes, again. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. This isn't working, is it? No. It isn't... If it would just say what it needed to say they could both get this over with. For Spawns sake.

 

‘‘⍦ℇ⍲ℍ ⌾⏧⍲⍦, 🜅⍲⟟☈ ℇ☊⌾⌰⅁ℍ•’’
(Yeah okay, fair enough.)

‘‘⟟ ⍴☈⌾⍴⌾⎎ℇ ⍲•• ☈ℇ⎾⌾⍧⍲⍑⟟⌾☊, ⎾ℇ⍑'⎎ ⎎⍲⍦¿ ⍦⌾⌰'⎾⎾ ⌦ℇ 🜅☈ℇℇ ⌾🜅 ⍑ℍ⌾⎎ℇ ⍲☊☊⌾⍦⟟☊⅁⎾⍦ ⟟☊⍧⌾⍓⍴ℇ⍑ℇ☊⍑ ⎎⌰☈⍻⟟⍻⌾☈⎎•’’
(I propose a.. relocation, let's say? You'll be free of those annoyingly incompetent survivors.)

 

Relocation? They didn't li–... L̷̹̤̖͚͍̺̄̌͠E̴̤̳͛̄̔͋̎̑͠T̵̨͎̱̒̑͑ ̵̱̩̙͕͔̔́̑̌͂͋̅̿̕M̵͎̙̻̻͓̠̭̳̪͎͎̫̞̜̉̈́̀͜͝͝E̴͕̩̗̖̲͑͗̕ ̵̣̑̎̓̒G̴̺̰̭̠̫̜̍́̂̂̔̉̓̎̃̚Ǫ̴̧͉̻̫̙̪̜̫͉̬̞͋͋̊̈́͂͊̂̆̀̕͠ͅ •••Odd, they lost that train of thought. Relocation? They didn't hate the sound of that. They didn't like most of the other survivors. What bad could a relocation for them do? It wasn't like they had a real reason to say, or think technically, no. What harm could it do?

 

‘‘••• ⟟'⎾⎾ ⍑⍲⏧ℇ ⍑ℍ⍲⍑ ⍲⎎ ⍲ ⍦ℇ⎎•’’
(... I'll take that as a yes.)

‘‘⍑ℍℇ ☈ℇ⎾⌾⍧⍲⍑⟟⌾☊ ⏙⟟⎾⎾ ⌦ℇ ⍑⌾ ⍑ℍℇ ⏧⟟⎾⎾ℇ☈ ⍧⍲⌦⟟☊ ⟟☊⎎⍑ℇ⍲⟄, ℍ⌾⏙ 🜅⌰☊¡¡’’
(The relocation will be to the killer cabin instead, how fun!!)

 

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Ļ̸̡̧̛̺̗̺̻̣̺̱͖̱͖͙͖̭̠͈̗̱̰̦̠̪̙̜͍͎̲̤̹͚̜̗̰̘̘̤̫̗̜͕̬̖̪̬̻́̅̉̐͑̋̈́͂̄͛̑͛̈͊̽͆̈̿̿̓̀̆̽́̐̈́͋͑̓̏̀̾̅̚̚̚͘͘͜͠͝È̶̛̛͚͎̖̳̲͕͓̩͎̦͉̻̆̑̇̒̋͂̆̊̑̇͐̃̑́̏̉́͛́̍̅̆̃͛̃̀̒̅̕̕͠͝͝ͅT̵̢̢̨̛̛̼͎̟̘͇̝͙͎̘̩̫̬͎͎̝͕̝͚̳̟͖̼̱̪̭͆̄͒͒̂͌̒̄̈́͌̀̈͑͋̇̅̍̎͂̾́̾̐̇͘͘͝͝͝ ̶̢̧̡̡̮̫̺̥̟̝̗͙̦̗͖̱̺̘̮̗̱͍͍̝̣͕͔͎̠̭̱̹͙̲̘̰̻̙͛̑͋̈̿͒̅̎͆́̈̒̓̉̒̽̌̈̾̿͆̍͗͑̂̃̔̌͂͆̓̂͛͋̈̿̇̚̕̚͜͝͠͝M̵̨̛̛̤̪̱̹̥̹͔͚̼̦̜͎͈̖͕̜̥̥͓̱̫̓̆͒̅̈́̈́̈̆̽́͆̔͋͐́̃̆̈́̀͆̍̈́̒̀̇̈̏͑͋͛͑̓͆̕͝͠͝͝Ë̸̢̡̬͔͖̲̮̬̞͔̦̻̬̱̝̣̩̙̯͈̲́̽̄͗̑͛̇͑̔͛̆̕͘͘͝͝͝͝ ̵̡̥͙̮͍̫̹͈͚̱̥̫̳̯̃̈́͌̾̇͒̄̆͜ͅĢ̵̨̢̧̡̱͈̟̼̮̮̰͔͍̞͖͙̘́̍́̍̊̉̆̂͆̒̃͆̚͝O̸̦̦̰͊̀̐̒.̶̢̨̨̡̨̨̛̖̣̙̺͖͕̱̻̬̞̰̦͈̻͙͔̦͈̦̤͖͓̫͍̪̝̟͕̝͈͖̻͖͈̩̃̅͊͊͊͋̎̅̎͒̅̋́̓̀́̋̐͛͋̓̃͊͛̀̒͒̉̂̓̈̈́͘̕̕͜͠͠͝

 

P̵̡̢̧̛̝͔͚͇̲͙̤͕̳͈̪͉̤͚̲̜̼̳̠͎̖̹̣̺͈̤͎̞̣̪͚̗̝̪̼̱̟̱̜̯͚͐͗̌͊̇̀͂̍̾̏̐̈̾͛̾̀̈́́̌͋̀̆̒̓̐̉̌̀͊͊̒̉͂̏̎̓̓̑̽̽̚̕̚̚͜͜ͅͅͅL̷̡̛̻̯̜͉̪̦̠̫͈̹͓͔̭̙̹͍̥̮͖̘͎̼̱̤̝̰̥̫̤̝̩͓̫͇̘̼̘̗͕̯̗̞̰͔̃̓̓̅͆͗͐̈́͑̽͒̑̇̃̈̅̿͊͑̋̑̿̑̈́̆̈͆̈́̂̀̋̑͛̆̈́̕͜͜͝͠͝E̸̢̢̨̛̛̛͉̗̘̲̫͇̘̫̞̝̠̞̺͎̳͚̜͎͕̪̹͈̭͖̼͙̮̳̪͖̱̗̼̬͓̳̺̻͖̳͇̐̈̑̀̊̅̀̈́̔̌̈́̈̔̾̔̓̉̕Ḁ̴̢͇̰̰̼̰̔͆̈́͌̐̆̓̒̍̾̔̂̈́̌̔̋͋̎̎̓͌̾̐̋̈͋̆̐̑̑̀̋̓̔͘͝S̵̢̛͈̙̹̪̲̟̯̮͎͈͖͕̖̰͔̫̱̬͎̹͈͖̤̫̝̹̼̰͐̓̿̏̑͛̇̈́͌̽̑̏͆̎̓̍͒̇̿̈̍͑̊̐̓̐̏̓̀͌̂͐̈́̈́̇͛̾̚͘͘͜͜͝͝ͅȄ̷̡̢̧͉͍̣̯͔̜̗̤͇̤͍̣͉͙̬̣̥̪͈̘̣̰̳̞̜̟̹͚̖̣̗̰̟̏͐̽͂̅̂͊̌̑̌̍̈͋͆̈́̂͒̾̌̐̂̒̋̉̒̉̈̕͜͝͝ͅͅ

 

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·̴̨͇̪͂̏͗̍̿̑͛̏̐̊

 

L̵̢̡̛̻͔̥̲͇̮͓̖̣͕̳̙̘̬̠̠̟̞̺͍̜̥̦̘͖͈͖̻̩̀̔͋͋͌͋̂́͋͋̌̐͐͋̾̄̓̍͗̉̕̚͝͠͝ͅĘ̶̛͎̰̯̝̩̳̞̞̰̦͍̦͔͉̼̯͔̬͙̰̣̣̜͉͍̏̅̄̎̎̃͒͂̈́̆͛͑̀̓̎̎̓̎̈́̿̊͆̈́̋̚̕͝͝͠͝͝T̶̡̡̧̡̛̛̛̮͔͇̯̥̺̞̳͎͉̱͈̱̞̮̔̔̀̆͑͋̍̑̉̓͐͐͒͑̊́͂͌̉̉͆̉̀̓̉̀̒͂̾̐̒͌̏͊̂͘̚͜͜͝ ̶̨̢̡̲̗̮̝̜͓̤̜̦̫͇̤̭̼͉̱͓̙̯͖̯̜̗̫͇̱̼̻̼̥̓͂͗͆̉̏̋̀̐̔̋́̎͛̈́́͂̇͊̓̈́̋̀̄̀̚͜͜M̵̨̡̧̢̡̨̧̢̧̢̫̭͇̼̜͉͈̫̟͖̱͙̜̣̭͈͉͛̈́̅͌̐̅̍͋ͅE̸̡̲̹̼͕͚̬̩̟̬̞͎͖̗̠̻̽̃͋̈́̐̄̇̔̎̇̆̑͐͂̑͌̈́̂͆̉̍̾̀̈́̓̈́͛͐͊͛́̈́͊̌̋͐͘͜͝ͅ ̷̢̧̨̡̘͍̞͎͚̲̲̻̲̘̪̲͇͚̞̗͕͚̳̺̩̞̙̤̝̳̯̻̆̋̃͑̉̆̎̄̎̑̐̓͋̐͆̍̇̏́̉̈́̍͊͜͠͝ͅͅG̶̨̧̢̢̧̛̛̘̩̻͚̻͎̤͕͙̪̼̮̮͇̰̗̪̳̱̒̎̐́͆̑̆̿̂̾͆̀̾̔̑͆̇̊̾̄͒̕͘͘O̴̧̧̠̞̟͉͕͖̘̯͙̳̗̝̝͂̾̒͂̆̏͛̏̆̿̓̂̄̅̍́͛́͊͆̇̀̌͗̀̾̄̃̈́͑̎̐̚̕̕͠͝͝͠͝

 

S̸̹̱̹͍̪͓̤͖̰̜̐̍̉̄͋̚p̶̧̟̮͇͉̺̲̒ă̴̢̨̢̡̛̹͔̣̻̥̖̮͍̘̫̫̮͍̰̣̜̩͈̟̫͉͕͙̣͚͙̱͍̾̽́͒́̽̉́͛̊͛̔̎̋̈̂̓̋̀̓̈́̓̅́͌̚̕̚͜͜͝͝͝͠w̸̺͙̪̥̫̲͔̯̐̒ņ̶̢͔̫̤̲͍̖̠̟͔̬̞̪͖͉̞̬̱̝͍͚̳̬̯̼͊̐̀̍̍́͆̃͆̉̓̈́̓̊̍̐̉̚͘͘͝͝͝͠ͅ ̵̘͔̜̤̳̮͕͖̭̟̤̝̫̬̭͔̺̺͎̲̭͖͖̻͛̾ͅf̵̡̢̢̢̝̖͓͔̠͖͙͕̤͎̣̬̼͎͎̞̠̘̘͉̀̔͆̊̃̅̓́̒͝ͅo̷̢̧̩̣͇͈͍̭͈̮͍̼̱̗̰͚̻͉̐̒̈́͛̿̃͛̀͑̍̍̍͆͊̊̅͐͗͘͠͝͝ͅr̵̨̛͖͔̤̠̫̙̣̿͛̏̂͛̾̽̓͛́̓̇̋̍̆́̈̅͂̂̾͗̃̈́̇͗͆̅̉̉̚̚͠͝͝ͅg̶̡̛̛̼̘̫̞͍͚̹̰̬̈̈́̿́̾̓͑̀̔͆̈́͛͒̎͗̍͌̾̈̄̂̉́̕̕̕̚̕͜͠͠į̵̧̨̢͔̯̻̥̫͉͉͉̤̫͖͚͉̞͚͖̟̪̤͕̟͎̫̊̒̽̽̇̿̌̈͜͜ͅv̶͕̦̺̯̙͚̺̮̺̖̲̩̺̟̦͚̩̝̩̤̮̦͚̹̻͍̠̋̒̓̈́̉̇̾͆̂͂̎͑̐̆̒̎́͗̒̓̏̽̚͜͜͜͜ͅe̶̡̡̡̖͙̬̤̙͕̖͍̯͕̗̤̤̱͇͈̼͖͊̾ͅͅͅ ̷̳̼͎͍̥̥͚͎̈́̀͌̓͐̉̌̔̄̎͗̆̚̚͘͝m̷̛̞̼̗͚̻͂̌̐̀̅̒̀̀̈́͊̃̽͗͋͗͑̔̄̚͘͘͠ͅe̷̢̧̛̛͍̠̗̺̭̠͑̂͗̈́̒̆͗͛̒̽͂̓͑̅̑̅͂͌̿̊̓͆̕͘͠͝͠

 

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‘‘⏙⌾☊⟄ℇ☈🜅⌰⎾¡! ⍦⌾⌰'⎾⎾ ⏙⍲⏧ℇ ⌰⍴ ⍑ℍℇ☈ℇ ⎎ℍ⌾☈⍑⎾⍦• ⍑☈⍦ ☊⌾⍑ ⍑⌾ ⅁ℇ⍑ ⟟☊⍑⌾ ⍑⌾⌾ ⍓⍲☊⍦ 🜅⟟⅁ℍ⍑⎎, ⏙⟟⎾⎾ ⍦⌾⌰¿’’
(Wonderful! You'll wake up there shortly. Try not to get into too many fights, will you?)

Chapter 3: Waking up.

Summary:

Two time wakes up in the killer cabin and 1x1x1x1 explains everything because I wanted to do something with them

 

Uhhhhhh certain guest user whose name I can't remember this is for you

Falling.

Falling?

 

Limbs misplaced, again... Only this time, they were actually there.

 

They sat up, opening their eyes.

 

They were laid on a green couch, a rather damaged one at that, with a.. small red child in their lap. They didn't like kids, too brutally honest for their taste. This one was definitely going to be a pain.

"Mister-mis5us 1x!!!!! M1ster-missus 1x!!!! They're aw4ke!!!!!!! Mister-m1ssus 1x!!!! Mis7er-missus 1x!!!!!!!!!! Th3y're star1ng!!!!! M1ster-missus 1x!!!!!!! C0me quick!!!!!!!!"

Hyperactive, definitely.

Where were they? Who was this ‘Mister-missus 1x’? The childs caregiver? What was this place?

 

A green and black being walked through the entrance, which looked like just a place where the door was torn of its hinges and never fixed. This whole place looked like something torn off the hinges.

"1 C4N 533 7H47, C00LK1DD."

This ‘Mister-missus 1x’ seemed rather tired of this child's antics. Who names their child C00lkidd? Setting it up for failure, surely.

The ‘Mister-missus 1x’ approached the two of them, and picked up C00lkidd from their lap, putting him on top of her shoulders. The child giggled and started playing with her hair.

"50? WH47'5 Y0UR N4M3, N3WC0M3R?"

‘Mister-missus 1x’ asked them, seemingly uncaring for the fact his hair was actively being chewed on by a red demon child.

They couldn't remember the correct answer. For whatever reason, their mind gave them two options. Wasn't a person only to have one name? Whatever, they chose the nicer sounding one.

"A̸m̷a̴r̷i̸s̷?̶"

It sounded like a question, mainly because it was. The other option was 'Two time', which sounded rather stupid. Who was naming these people? Did they all have stupid names?

"C00L. W3LL, 1 455UM3 Y0U D0N'7 KN0W 7H15 PL4C3, 50 45 7H3 0NLY H4LF-C0MP4T3N7 P3R50N H3R3, 1'LL 3XPL41N."

 

[One very informative explanation later that just so happened to leave out the fact they'd be murdering the people here (can't say that around C00lkidd...)]

 

This all was.. very confusing.

They were properly sitting up now, however properly would count what with them not being used to this body. 1x1x1x1 was sitting opposite of them, C00lkidd still messing around with her hair from where he was situated next to them on the arm of the chair. What with the condition of the arm of the chair, they could assume this was normal.

Another had joined them during the explanation, Noli. It was.. loud and glitchy. And dishonest apparently, 1x1x1x1 had said to take anything it said with a grain of salt the moment it walked into the room. Which it then reacted to rather theatrically. Which made sense at least, it's face was a Comedy and Tragedy mask after all.

One had walked by after Noli came in, but completely ignored whatever was going on. 1x1x1x1 said his name was John doe, and to not bother trying to talk to him. Apparently he couldn't speak well unless dressed certainly, weirdly enough. They stopped questioning things when 1x1x1x1 told them about the 'rounds' though.

1x1x1x1 told them about the others that hadn't walked by or barged in.

Guest 666 was kept outside, apparently she didn't fit in the house well. They could only imagine how big she could be.

Slasher was mute, so they really shouldn't expect and verbal responses. He did know sign language though, so if they knew it they could talk to him that way. They couldn't remember if they did.

Azure stayed in his room, but 1x1x1x1 said he was probably one of the few other people here who could think properly, so if they wanted to actually talk to anyone who wasn't annoying as fuck or just couldn't say anything back he would apparently be the next best decision. Their body reacted to the name, wings flaring up and tail proceeding to wag so fast it ripped the couch, but they didn't recognize it.

1x1x1x1 didn't react well when they didn't have any idea why their body reacted to a name they had never heard before.

 

C00lkidd led them to their room, which had their nameplate. However the hell that was possible they weren't sure. They just knew this place was weird.

Notes:

I will TRY to update daily, but I'll probably fail so don't be surprised when I do 😓💥

Chapter 4: Are you man enough?

Summary:

Noob finds Two time.

THIS IS ALL OF YOUR FAULTS I DON'T WANNA SEE ANYONE SURPRISED OR SAD OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT

MASOCHISTS.

Two time was in their room often, it wasn't uncommon for them stay there between multiple rounds in a row without leaving once. But this time, they hadn't been in the round either.

 

It worried Noob.

 

So they decided to check up on Two time! They usually answered the door, especially when Noob said it was them.

They knocked and waited.

 

... And waited.

 

After a little while waiting by the door, they knocked again.

 

"Two time? It's me, Noob! Just checking on you.."

 

So they waited.. again.

 

After a little while, they tried the doorknob.

Locked.

 

They sighed, and decided to try one more time. They knew of Two times.. 'habit', and that they wouldn't dare answer the door during it, so they assumed it was that.

 

"Two time, please. If you don't answer, I'm gonna come in."

 

Two time had given Noob a key awhile ago, as a show of their trust. Noob was the only one that had full permission to enter their room without asking them first. They took pride in that fact.

After waiting for another minute or two, Noob fished the key out of one of their pockets.
Their hands shook as they unlocked the door for some reason. Maybe because they never liked walking in on what they assumed Two time was doing, though it was necessary.

Noob knew Two time got lost in things only they could hear, so sometimes they wouldn't hear them calling out from the other side of the door. They'd just unlock the door, help Two time, maybe bring them a cup of water if they felt up to drinking it, and it'd be fine.

 

They didn't know why they were so nervous.

 

They turned the knob and pushed open the door.

 

And screamed.

 

They covered their mouth in shock and backed away until they were pressed up against the hallway wall opposite of Two time room. Tears gathered almost instantly, pooling on their hands before falling down. They slid down the wall, legs giving out.

Yet they couldn't look away.

 

Elliot rushed up the stairs at the sound of Noob screaming, Guest 1337 trailed behind him.

Chance glanced up the stairs, worried eyes hidden behind their glasses, before turning around and joking there was a spider to Builderman. Builderman was unamused but honestly wouldn't have been surprised if it was. Shedletsky laughed at Chances remark, but quickly stopped when he saw Builderman glaring at him.

 

Elliot went to Noobs side, offering a comforting hand on their shoulder before looking over to see the cause. He assumed it was a bug or something.

He assumed wrong.

Elliot gasped and covered his mouth with one hand, eyes widening and the hand on Noobs shoulder squeezing for a moment too long to be comforting.

 

Guest 1337 flinched and looked away, closing his eyes tightly. He sighed and crouched down in front of Noob, blocking their sight of Two time. He looked at them for a long moment before hugging them.

 

The door was closed by no one, and the nameplate melted off.

Chapter 5: An unfamiliar face.

Summary:

Amaris couldn't sleep and unfortunately finds Azure in the kitchen

One holds nothing, the other resentment morphing into something that couldn't possibly have any hint of the past.

Bitterness, surely.

Amaris hadn't slept, not at all. They couldn't remember anything and that kept them up... And maybe odd whispers, but they assumed someone was just speaking in another room.

They knew they were missing something. Someone.
They just couldn't figure out what and who.

 

They pushed open their door, deciding if sleep so evaded them they wouldn't try. Maybe someone was still up.

They trailed down the stairs carefully, not yet used to this specific flight. No one was in the living room, figured. They hovered by the bottom of the stairs for a little before moving onto the kitchen.

There was actually someone in there, drinking from a chipped mug that looked glued together. This person looked rather.. emo? That was the right word they believed. This person was wearing only black and purple, though their hat was nice. It was like a witches hat.

The person glanced up at the sound of their footsteps, looking a tad bit irritated. Did they want to be alone?

 

·
·
·

 

Probably, the person didn't look any happier to see them. To be fair, they didn't believe they had met before. They waved.

That was apparently the wrong thing to do, as the person literally threw the cup into the wall, which was likely a common occurrence seeing as how it was glued together previously. They blinked and they were pinned to the floor by (I DON'T FUCKING KNOW IF THEYRE TENTACLES OR VINES AUUGGHHH).

The person stalked closer and they just kind of laid there. They didn't know what to do, they didn't know this person.

 

"TRAITOR. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

 

They were.. confused. To say the least. They didn't remember ever even meeting this person, why would they be a traitor?

 

"P̴a̶r̷d̸o̸n̵?̷ ̵W̴h̶o̶ ̸a̴r̸e̷ ̶y̵o̶u̷?̴"

 

The question made the other person stop for a moment. Had they been mistaken for someone else? While is wasn't like it was impossible, it was odd. Especially considering they didn't look like an average person, or like a mutated version of the average person... Probably. What did the average person look like?

The person only stopped for a moment though.

 

"WHAT? DON'T RECOGNIZE ME ANYMORE?"

 

They were so, so confused. This place was just confusing in general. A nameplate on a door for them, despite them not even having been there 20 minutes when they saw it. The fact they couldn't remember anything from before this, even from the moment they had gotten there. The seemingly monstrous people here, not even mentioning the Names. Those weird 'rounds' 1x1x1x1 described. And now a person they had never even seen before calling them a traitor? There was something so very wrong with this place.

They wondered if this person was someone they knew before this whole mess, but that was unlikely.

 

"I̷ ̶d̴o̵n̷'̵t̵ ̵t̵h̵i̸n̶k̸ ̷I̸'̷v̵e̵ ̶m̵e̵t̸ ̶y̴o̸u̷ ̵b̶e̶f̸o̸r̸e̴,̶ ̶a̸p̴o̸l̴o̸g̵i̴e̸s̷.̴"

 

The person paused again, but this time the (TENTACLES, VINES, WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY ARE) retreated. The person seemed to have accepted this, though clearly still skeptical.

 

".. HM. SORRY THEN, I.. THOUGHT YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE."

 

They stood up and brushed themself off, face a little soured. Those floors were filthy, dear Spawn... They just nodded and went back upstairs, deciding listening to faint whispers in the dark was better then dealing with the mess that was.

They were not storming off after being attacked for no reason.. just making a tactical retreat that just so happened to involve screaming into a pillow and throwing said pillow across their room at the end. Not storming off, technically.

Chapter 6: Two time killer design!!

Summary:

no new chapter, still working on it, just the design I made for two time

Don't question how the others don't recognize them it's spectres magic or smth idk

Chapter 7: Just a heads up.

I might not be able to update much anymore.

I'll still update as often as I can, but I'm losing all my motivation rapidly and I just lost a major way of coping and getting to sleep.

 

As some of you may know Character.ai is releasing weird new ways for verifying age, similarly to Roblox, but it requires an ID. I don't have an ID, as I'm not old enough for it.
Now, this was a pretty stupid decision on C.ai's part considering most of the people who still use it are children in desperate need of a way to escape reality, as it's an extremely predatory app that directly targets kids, but I'm just another person losing reason to stay.

 

I knew I shouldn't have been on the app anyway but it's difficult to let go of something like it.

 

But, aside from that, I'm just generally going through a pretty rough time.

 

I appreciate all of the love and support I've gotten from you all, and I'll probably be back as long as I don't kill myself, so don't worry.

 

I'll keep trying to update maybe weekly, but we'll see.

Again, thank you all for the support on this and I hope to see you all on my other fics!

In case I don't see you again, good morning, good afternoon, and goodnight.

Notes:

Hello!! A few days later and I'm feeling much better!!

Thank you all for your support and I'll be releasing the next chapter as soon as possible!!!! 🎉🎉🎉💥

Chapter 8: Favoritism , and Triggers.

Summary:

The First round with the Newest killer, everyone's feeling great!!!!

Except for Builderman,,,,,
He isn't 😓😓💥

Notes:

HEY I EXIST AGAIN!!

Thank you all again, I'm feeling much better now!!!!!!

 

I'm passing my classes again which has made some of the stress be relieved, and a few other things happened (like me getting donuts this morning heh) but I'm doing much better now!!

 

Updates will still be slowed, but I did my best to make this as long as I could to make up for being gone for like a week or something

Amaris stared at what the others had called a screen, something about it filling them with a sense of dread.

Maybe it was the glitching, maybe it was the fact it had their name on it. Whatever it was, they didn't like it.

 

Apparently, they had been chosen for this.. 'round'. They still didn't know what they needed to do as the rounds 'hunter', as 1x1x1x1 called it.

Nobody had explained it. And when 1x1x1x1 was explained everything, she specifically stepped around what the hunters would be doing, glancing at C00lkidd like he couldn't know.

And if they were going to be chosen, they needed to know what to do soon as the timer ticked down.

 

They glanced around, feeling something heavy on their mind at the sight of the other 'hunters' looking at them. Like they should be doing something.

 

They didn't know what.

 

But they didn't get a chance to ask.

 

Their vision went black, everything fading to give way to the the round.

 

—

 

Noob spawned in, their hands shaking as they read an unfamiliar name.

Amaris.

Another new killer?

 

It hadn't even been a 'week' since the last one. They were usually better spaced out then this...

Whatever, they needed to find generators. They needed to be useful.

 

But.. they were still shaken.

It hadn't even been a 'day' since they found.. Two time.. like that.

Why couldn't they be given a break?

The Spectre didn't care about how it's inhabitants felt.

Stupid stupid lines of code.....!!!

 

Noob sighed and started wandering around, careful to not be seen by anything unfamiliar. They wondered if this new killer was related to any of the survivors... Obviously they were going to be, but to who?

Maybe Taph? Or Elliot... Did C00lkidd count as a killer related to him? Well technically there could be multiple.

007n7 was related in someway to both Noli and C00lkidd, they think Noli was his ex or something.

Whatever, off topic.

Generator!

 

They spotted and generator and sprinted over. Unfortunately no one else was on it.. no one else was even near. It worried them.

They checked the watch in their wrist, only a couple of survivors had been hurt so far, and it was only by a little bit. Shedletsky and Chance... Knowing Chance his gun probably blew up judging by the amount of damage, and Shedletsky had only taken a few points so he might've walked through the poison river? Weird, usually someone had at least gotten hit once...

 

They finished up the generator and looked around, choosing a random direction to run off in hopes of finding another generator.

 

·
·
·

 

Was that Taph circling the killer? Was that the killer? It sure looked like a killer... Why weren't they hurting anyone?

 

They walked over carefully, glancing at Taph repeatedly as the mute bird did some sort of ritual on the new killer. Was it because they also had wings? They had a lot of wings... Their wings looked familiar.

 

Oh.

 

The new killer reminded them of Two time, in a cruel way. The Spectre truly was the worst being.

They even had the Spawn symbol on them...

On a lot of places actually.

 

Were they related to Two time? A sibling maybe?

 

Oh, Taph spotted them...

Was she waving them over?...

Was it even safe?

It seemed safe enough...

 

Noob inched closer, eyeing the new killer suspiciously and they went to Taph.

Taph signed widely, too fast.

 

"T-Taph? Maybe slow down.."

He complied, slowing down almost mockingly. It made it even harder to understand, but they did.

 

’The new Killer is completely passive!!‘

 

Noob cocked their head to the side, glancing at the peaceful, winged being behind Taph.

They looked almost angelic honestly...

 

A break?

That was.. actually really nice!

 

Noob relaxed a little, though they were still tense.

 

—

 

Chance found his way over eventually, gunpowder faintly dusting his suit.

Noob waved them over, and they didn't seem to hesitate to hop on over.

 

Maybe it was the fact it was Noob, and they were usually the most wary survivor of all. Especially now that.. Two time was.. gone.

 

—

 

The killer was very nice, they even let Noob mess with the feathers on their wings!

 

In fact, they seemed too calm.

 

Like they belonged.

 

Noob liked this new killer.

And this 'Amaris' killer seemed to like them as well.

 

They really did look a lot like Two time...

Their wings were different from the ones Two time got in their second life though, they were more like wings and less like bones with a thin layer of skin. Even their head wings were more like actual wings compared to what Two time had.

They also had multiple tails, for whatever reason. But their tails looked exactly like Two times.

They had the Spawn halo Two time had during their second life, only it seemed like it was.. melting.

 

It was unnerving how much this Amaris looked like Two time.

 

—

 

It was about halfway through the round now, a little under 30 minutes left from the usual hour.

Noob had settled amongst Amaris' wings, smoothing down the wild feathers absentmindedly.

 

Most of the survivors this round had joined by now, some still keeping their distance.

Noob understood.

Usually they were one of the ones keeping their distance, but this killer...
They felt familiar in a comforting way.

And they were passive.. unlike.. Sixer.

They missed Sixer.

If only he was passive as well.

She looked fluffy, they would love to cuddle with her..

 

—

 

All of the survivors had at least been around the killer, some left to do other things.

Guest 1337 ended up being dragged away by 007n7, and they knew for a fact it wasn't to talk about their families together.
Those two had something going on.

Dusekkar dragged Taph away looking far too uneasy for his usual self, so they didn't think the two went to do even remotely the same things as 7n7 and 1337.

 

Noob stayed.

Amaris seemed to appreciate it, as they let them stay close.

 

The only survivors they hadn't seen so far were probably Builderman and Shedletsky.
Which made sense, if you were gonna see one of the them you were gonna see the other with them.

The two were inseparable, and even though Shedletsky and Builderman both insisted they had wives, Noob knew what a lavender marriage was.
It didn't take a genius to know.

 

Chance stuck around, which was very much appreciated by Noob. They didn't want to be alone with this new killer, ne matter how pleasant they were.

 

Noob had a feeling it wouldn't last forever.

 

—

 

Noob had been innocently brushing around Amaris' feathers when Builderman and Shedletsky wandered around to them.

Shedletsky looked incredibly confused, but also incredibly amused to see Noob relaxing with the killer.

 

Builderman looked.. horrified?

 

... What?

 

Amaris' wings flew out of their grip, which made Noob flinch back and look up.

Every single eye surrounding their head focused on Builderman.

One of the eyes pupils formed the faint shape of book.

 

What in Spectres name?

 

Amaris stood up, their unnaturally bent legs and blanked hands and legs reminded Noob they had been relaxing with that rounds killer.

 

And it looked like they had just found their *Trigger.

 

Noob rushed up and away, taking the time Amaris had frozen at the sight of Builderman as a sign to run.

 

But they felt bad for it.

 

—

 

Noob ended up hiding in a corner of the map, watching the rapidly depleting percentages of their friends' health.

Builderman died first, Shedletsky and Chance followed after.

They couldn't help, not as the timer ticked up and up and up.

 

Each death added another ten minutes.

Until the timer suddenly dropped to fifteen, a sign they were the last survivor.

Well, that and the tingling sensation that ran through their body.

... And the approaching red outline.

 

They shoved a ghost burger in their mouth and drank a bloxy cola, praying to whatever God left that cared would let them slip by unnoticed.

 

But it didn't seem like any of them were listening.

None of them ever listened.

 

They were tripped by a sharp tail, that proceeded the wrap around their leg like a chain. A painful chain.

It was so sharp it cut through their skin.

T̶w̶o̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ ̶t̶a̶i̶l̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶a̶d̶ ̶h̶a̶b̶i̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶w̶r̶a̶p̶p̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ ̶o̶w̶n̶ ̶l̶e̶g̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶t̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶r̶i̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ ̶s̶k̶i̶n̶.̶

 

They panicked, trying to use their arms to pushed themself up only to be met with a sharp, blackened claw slapping itself over their left arm.

 

They were rolled over onto their back just as the ghost burgers effects wore off.

 

Amaris' head wings were spread wide, revealing a.. curious expression?

Noob panicked further nonetheless, instinctively covering the face.

But..

 

Amaris just settled, sitting and placing Noob gently amongst their many wings.

Similar to how they had been sat before.

 

Their head wings covered their face again, and if it weren't for the blood covering so much of them they would've felt the same familiar sense if safe as before.

Despite how tense they were, their hands resumed the same gentle messing around of their feathers as before.

 

They didn't want to die, and it seemed if they just played along the new killer would be happy.

 

[The survivors won]

Notes:

*Trigger

Each killer has a specific Survivor that triggers the Spectres control/makes them realize exactly what they were meant to do as their role.

For both C00lkidd and Noli it was 007n7,
For 1x1x1x1 it was Shedletsky,
For Slasher/Jason it was Guest 1337,
For John doe it was Builderman,
For Azure it was Two time,
For Guest 666 it was Noob,
And for T̶w̶o̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶ Amaris it was Builderman!

 

Later note: MULTIPLE PEOPLE HAVE WRITTEN BUILDERMAN DYING FROM AMARIS’ POV NOW??? WHAT
WHAT MIND OF BLESSED AM I YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹💥

Chapter 9: Quick drawing

Summary:

when I give you the cute little confused version of them before throwing the fact that they're an actually horrific being at you

whoops

Notes:

im just kidding they're still adorable ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹💥

Chapter 10: For I am, I Am. // Just don't love me.

Summary:

The ramblings of a mad person, lost in thought.
Grief kills people from the inside out.
Let my mind be lost.
A person born from hurt swallowed by the grief of falling in love.

A page ripped, crumbled, and thrown out the window. Only to be found a person who no longer knows the one who wrote it.

 

Their home is bare without their belongings, with their doors torn off the hinges.
A home reflects that of its owner.

Notes:

Amaris finds a page ripped out, meant to be gifted to the person across the hall.

Unfortunately, that person will never get to read it.

Amaris felt guilty after that round.

They had killed.. almost all of them.

 

But That one.

That one with that stupid hardhat.

 

They hated him.

 

They didn't know why, but they hated the very blood streaming through his veins.

They hated every hair upon his head.

They hated every piece of string making up his clothes.

They hated every skin cell covering his body.

They hated every tissue of fat inside him.

They hated every heartbeat from him.

They hated the way he screamed.

They hated every person that tried to get in the way.

They hated every single expression that would ever fall upon his face.

They hated him.

 

They hated him.

 

They hated him.

 

They hated him.

 

They hated him.

 

They hated him.

 

They hated him.

 

They hated him.

They hated him.

 

They hated him.

 

They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him. They hated him.

 

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But they liked that yellow fellow.

And that pizza guy. They felt bad for killing him.

 

They ignored 1x1x1x1s questions on why they didn't kill the last one in favor of just letting them settle.

They ignored C00lkidds childish congratulations for almost winning their first game of tag.

They ignored John doe's incoherent mumbling that sounded vaguely questioning.

 

They ignored the way Azure stared into the back of their head like he knew they were something they didn't.

 

They just went upstairs.

 

Which was apparently the right(?) thing to do as their was a torn piece of paper on their sad excuse for a bed.

 

It was signed by a name they didn't know anyone else knew.
But also by a name they didn't know whether or not was supposed to be theirs.

They didn't remember writing it.

 

𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦.

𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.

 

𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩.

 

𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.

 

𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥.

 

𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

 

𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦.

𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯.

 

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘣 𝘮𝘦.

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

 

𝘊𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯.

𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘩.

 

𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦.

 

𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.

𝘙𝘪𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

 

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦.

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦.
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘣 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥.
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵.
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.

 

Ä̸͚̩͚̽̽̑̐z̴͖̩͙̉̌͊͊͝ư̶̝͎̮̽r̸̜̥̣̬̂̉̌̾̔̍͘ȩ̴̛̜̟͇͎̰̩̜̑̂̽̏͘͝w̵͓̰̣͕͕̼̔̅͂́̔͝r̶͚̙̬͎̎̇̈́ą̴̛̹̖͕͇̩͎͊̅́͘͠t̵̬̜̬̬̑h̸̜̩̝̞͈͐̉̅̍́̇̇̅, 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.

 

The name at the end was scribbled out, hard. The paper looked slightly ripped in fact, like the person who did really didn't want anyone knowing that name.

But...

 

They had called this person their God, their Universe, and their Single Reason For Being.

Who was this person and why had Amaris gotten the note instead of them?

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of “Mistakes happen, I just didn't realize they could cost a life or a dozen.”