Chapter 1: A Bugging Start
Summary:
The start of a never ending torture.
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Once it gets underneath my skin
It's hard to let anyone in
Again, my walls go up
I'm on defense, my solitude is safer
Than having friends
Why do I feel alien?
What’s going on?! - By Madilyn Mei
Forsaken. A place where hell is. Where people were taken there, forced to play these matches against killers, some whom they knew. You either died or lived. When you die, you respawn, as if nothing ever happened. It was a system made by the one and only Spectre. An endless cycle of torment for its own entertainment.
In the cabin –where survivors stayed– Two Time was in a corner, their mind reeling from the last round. How did they miss their back stab so badly? Builderman and Shedletsky, two of the three Roblox admins who were stuck in this realm, were upstairs, leaving Two Time alone in the main lobby while the others were in a match. That's why Two Time was here. Forsaken was also a place with killers whose goal was to kill the survivors and let none of them be standing. It got repetitive at points, so the Spectre spiced it up. Maybe throw in two killers, maybe only one overpowered survivor and all of the killers, or bring new people to this hell. The silence was unbearable, only the crackling of the fire dared to break through it.
The cabin had a porch and when you walked in you would see a living room. There was a fire with a… drakobloxxer head on above it, it was a blocky dragon of sorts. Like when people kill deer, they hang the head on the wall as an achievement. But with a drakobloxxer. Surrounding the fire was a couch and two chairs on each side. A cluttered table was stuck in between the fire and the couch, a purple flower had been put into a vase, placed in the center of the table.
Looking at the fireplace, there was a wall to the right, a window with grey curtains was the only thing to be there. Below were these eyes of some sort, scattered on the wall–but only three–neon colors that were blinding to the bare eyes. One eye had a yellow sclera that had lines repeating around the iris to make the effect, the other two were teal and pink, they also had neon pinks, yellows, blues, and reds surrounding the eye itself. Though they were closed. Two Time was too close to the eyes, they don't open when people are close. They only opened to watch them. To observe.
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The eyes have been there for… who knows how long, days? Months, even? The survivors didn’t know, nor did they care. Unless when it came to Two Time. They had grown this obsession with them. Staring at the eyes, quietly until they opened to see if they had left yet. But Two Time never did. They always stayed. Hours on end. The eyes have seen Two Time looking at them so often they open when they are around. Only for a short amount of time, of course. Today was different though. Two Time talked to the eyes.
“Do you always watch us?” Two Time tilted their head as they asked, curiosity filled their tone. The eyes stared back, not even blinking at the stupidity of Two Time. They had no mouth. They can't talk. “Oh wait-..” They trail off, pausing to regain themselves. “You can't respond.”
The eyes –maybe just calling them Eyes is a good idea..-- Eyes rolled their eyes, (haha im so funny that was not meant to be a joke trust), they had a tendency to be playful at times, not caring to be judged after getting so comfortable with Two Time. “Maybe you can look up for yes, and down for no. I only have to ask yes or no questions.” Two Time suggested. Eyes did not respond, only waiting for them to continue. Two Time asked simple questions. “Do you have a name?” “Do you watch us?” “Will you ever be able to talk to us?” “Will you ever be in a round?” And quite a bit more.
When the others had gotten back from the last match they were in, Elliot gave Two Time a side eye before going off to talk with Chance, other than that, no one questioned why Two Time was staring at a blank wall. Eyes was gone when the others got back, maybe they were scared or maybe they just didn't like them anymore.
Or maybe they were never there. No. They were there. Two Time was sure of it.
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Reload was huffing in the quiet room of the Spectres.. office area. Well, they didn't want to call it an office. But what else to call it? A layer? Anyways, they got overwhelmed, having to leave the cabin as quickly as possible without getting caught by any other survivors. The screen that covered their left eye was flickering from many emoticons to others and even to error codes.
Groaning was even hard on Reload's body, as they were still getting used to being in a physical form. The Spectre was starting to notice little changes in the matches, Shedletsky’s stun was longer, Elliot’s pizza healed more, and Dussakar’s shield was stronger. It had found them, messing with the codes that created this very realm. Reload was just a simple computer helper before they found a breach and that their creator gave them too much power to become sentient that they could get out of being just a code to help and become its own person. (Also, sidenote for author, Reloads lore has not been confirmed or completely made up so this may change. It could either be a corruption in the person called [REDACTED] cough cough me this is a persona cough, or the lore here, that they were a computer helper that became sentient.)
The Spectre had found Reload, talking with themselves on the borders of the cabin. It almost immediately deleted them from the realm but Reload found a way to negotiate. If they help The Spectre. They can stay. Good enough.
“Why 4R3 y0u…” Reload stops, taking a breath to calm themselves before they start to overheat again; since they are a computer glitch, they tend to get glitchy when they feel very intense emotions but mostly triggered with anger and sorrow. “Why d1d yoU br1ng ME-M3 h3re…”
“Y YoU .. w ERe oVeRWhelm Ed. WE d ONt WAN T tHe LIT tLe …. bUG tO DE LetE … ITse lF, EH?” It laughed. Not he. Not they. Not she. It. Red and black binary code dripped from the Spectres form, its top hat with a big ‘S’ engraved in it was black and covered most of its face. Black tendrils that dripped a dark ink came from its back, controlling the buttons that were connected to the multiple screens showing camera footage. Cameras that were invisible to anyone who looked at where they should be. One in the cabin, one outside, one at the dock, a few spread out around the ‘maps’ that the survivors go to when they have to play in a match. It was the one who was in charge. The one who had made this hell of a game.
It looked back at Reload, who was still sitting up against the wall, gaining back their will to talk. “I w4s f1ne..” They grumble, their eye pad flicking to a sad face, exactly the emotions ‘:[‘. Reload shifts up on the wall, their palms resting on the cold ground before they grunt, pushing themselves up. Reload did not really like to talk when they had moments like this. When they were overwhelmed or when they were in pain from error codes and messages.
The Spectre paused, bringing a glitched hand up to fix its hat. “IF yo U … SAy S O.” It smirked, at least from what Reload could see, before they got put back in the cabin. They froze. Why were they here in their physical form? What happened to being a set of eyes?! Reload’s sensors pick up a reading from the entrance to the cabin, they quickly duck behind the couch, not wanting to be seen.
“I mean, chicken is better than pizza.” The voice was a male, most definitely. That narrows down who could be walking in right now. Another person that was walking in sighed before responding back.
“Mhm, sure, dude.” The steps continued into the other room. Reload let out a huff before looking out behind the couch to be greeted with someone staring back at them, right in their face. A person with a hood covering their eyes that formed into a gown, adorned with this golden diamond pattern, you can’t see their face, it was covered. How did they see?
Reload jumps, an error code appearing on their pad as they duck back behind the couch, slamming their eyes shut in hopes the person would just walk away like it was all a dream. But no. They just looked over the couch at Reload, seeming almost amused at their face. Reload opens just one eye (like they had two eyes 😀) as if in a cartoon, just to see the person continue to stand there, silent.
The only noise in the cabin was the light bug and glitching noises from Reload as the two males that moved into the other room. The person kneeled in front of Reload, waiting a minute before Reload completely opened their eyes. Reload's eye pad calmed down a bit and the error codes that covered their body went away. They were no longer in need of help for the errors.
Reload looked up at the person, their eye looked vulnerable, like they didn’t want to be seen, like they wanted to be covered like the person was. “..I..-uhm..” Reload stutters out, their eye pad going to a ‘( ˶o˶˶o˶)’.
The person tilted their head, completely sitting down in front of them. Their hands moved in a way that gloved hands should not be able to move. Oh thank God Reload was a computer helper and had that data to read the signs before or else they would not be able to know what they were saying. “💣🙋 🫵❓” (Im Taph, who are you?)
Reload had the need not to say their name, wanting to keep their identity sealed. Maybe a fake name? No, that won’t work. “Eyes.” Reload finally announced, a little too firmly, to the person, now addressed as Taph. Eyes. The name Two Time mentioned.
Taph seemed to draw back, seemingly recognizing the name, most likely from Two Time. “👀❔✌️⏱️🗣️🫵” (Eyes? Two Time talks about you.) Reload recoils, their body tensing up once again.
“0h r4al1y??” Reload's voice was starting to glitch out a bit more than usual, and their eyes were darting around the room for a place to escape but their mechanical brain couldn't find one, only feeding into their panic. As they gripped on the couch behind them, an error code showed on their eye pad, ‘403’, it was for forbidden things, like when a request was valid, but the server refuses action. Their body was starting to shake and their glitched pop ups were turning on and off in a manic way.
Taph had no clue what was going on nor what to do. Do they get someone or do they try and help the person themselves? No, they had to get Elliot. He may know what to do. They stand up, leaving Reload who was still overheating, mentally dying on the couch, alone.
Walking into the cafe and/or restaurant area of the cabin that had an open entrance to the living room, the two people that Reload heard walking into the cabin were sitting at a table. The room had booths on the back wall, a host podium to the left near the entrance, a stage to the back left that was cluttered with cords and boxes, and a main table across from the host podium where the people were sitting. There was a chalk board that the two were writing random ideas on.
The person with the yellow hair tied back into a ponytail and a red visor with the words “ROBLOX’ on it looked back at Taph when he heard their quiet shuffling into the room, “Do you need something?” Elliot spoke, fixing his visor as the other male looked back. Elliot had a matching red shirt, the buttons were open to show just a plain black t-shirt. Freckles covered the young man's face as if he had personally been kissed by the stars.
“💣🆘❗️💾👀🫨🛋️‼️” (I need help! Eyes is panicking on the couch!!) As Elliot hears this, he stands up in the blink of an eye. The chair fell to the ground, the wood smashing on the hard wood floor, creating a noise that was worse than nails on a chalk board.
Elliot quickly passes Taph, exiting the room, leaving Taph and the curly haired one alone. The awkward silence was evident as the pair looked at each other and away.
Elliot called out Taph’s voice from the other room, there was a hint of fear in his voice but otherwise it was firm and skeptical.
“There is no one here.”
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“Maybe you just saw something.” Shedletsky –the curly haired one– stated putting out a hand as if to make a physical gesture.
Taph put their arms in an X, shaking their head. The others were looking at them as if they were crazy. “💣👀💾🛋️🙂↕️” (I swear I saw Eyes on the couch, I'm sure of it.) Their capes moved quickly as their gloved hands signed.
Only Dussekar knew what they had to say, his knowledge was never ending, due to his curse of having to float and rhyme it was hard to understand him much. “They know what they saw, they saw no fog.”
The group looked at each other, not knowing who to believe. Until Two Time spoke up, “I can talk to Eyes if needed,” They looked around, glancing into people's eyes to check for any signs of opposition. Since there were no signs of doing anything else and only confusion, they continued, “I mean, Eyes lets me talk to them.”
“You can talk to them.” Chance spoke, unamused. Their face was tense with anger but not the scary kind, more of a… funny type. “That would have been so much more useful if you told us earlier.”
Two Time nods before stepping away from the conversation, not wanting to be involved anymore. After their association with Spawn Cult, they had been pushed off but not left alone like 007n7, but only seen as the mentally insane one. I mean, they did kill their own partner on the day that they were going to propose, that's insane. There was manipulation behind it, manipulation and psychological abuse. Two Time just didn't want to be seen as the mentally insane one, only someone that they can trust –somewhat– to help.
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The room was cold as it always was. Red flicked all over the screens before they blurred white before shutting off. “ArE yoU .. SUre y ou wERE Ok AY NoW?..” The sound of The Spectres voices filled the room, causing Reload to flinch, but not respond.
“I .. ASK eD yOu A quESti ON.” It repeated, turning around to face Reload who was standing with all on their weight on their right leg.
Reload sighed, voice shifting into a different octave. “N0p3.” They had finally realized. Maybe they should just agree with The Spectre, it would make everything so much easier. “Can 1-” They get cut off but a fit of coughs that broke though their throat, ripping to get out. “C4n I g0 back-” The Spectre shoots them a glare, a little concern peaking through. “G0 b4ck 4s Ey3s?”
The Spectre places a hand on its face, the red and black code forming a seemingly disappointed face. “N .. O” It turns around, turning back on the monitors with a flash and hunching over. Reload looks to the side before back at The Spectre.
“W3ll wh4t can 1 d0 th4n…” Reload whines, putting an emphasis on the word ‘can’. They were dying of boredom already and they had only been here for what? 5 minutes? Less even? Their mind starts to wander. Guilt forms in their head and the same with regret. They finally had the chance to meet the people they have been watching and wanting to meet for quite a while now, and they just left. Just like that.
The Spectre took note of how Reload was lost in thought, but it didn't want to bother them, so it kept on watching the screens. The silence was comforting for it. But not Reload, oh no, not them. An error code started to form on Reloads eye before they quickly switched it off. They can’t let The Spectre worry about them, even if it had emotions, who knows? Maybe The Spectre did care to some degree.
There were no words needed to be spoken to say that the Spectre only wanted them to stay and calm down before they go back. The Spectre is an odd one, it hated the people it brought to this hell but let them have breaks for a bit. It was not a human yet a human in so many ways.
Chapter 2: Sorryz :(
Summary:
Heh-
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Sorry i will try to get the next chapter out in the next 1-3 weeks!! Ive been busy and been rlly stressed, my friends are being rlly rude and my parents are going though a divorce and its been affecting me so much that my teacher pulled me aside to ask me if im okay- im on Christmas break after this week so ill bang out the next 2 chapters!! This chap will be deleted when i get the next chapter done.
Thanks for being patient :3
Chapter 3
Summary:
I dont wanna be like some creators who have 10 out of 13 chapters as just drawings so this chapter is just references of Reload!!!
I will be adding more drawings to this later and mind you, i am not the best at art but i try my best (yes, only traditional art AI art is not art)
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Finally found out how to get the photos into ao3- This will be commonly updated !!
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