Jester hates humans to a fault. Disgusting leeches that don't deserve to be anything but food for the circus. He reveled in the control he had over the fools, at least till one of them started to resist. Warning: Please read this if you are 18 or above. It will contain sadistic tendencies and sexual behavior. You have been warned.

Griefer/Brad art by Kosh on pinterest Background by n96u on pinterest Text & extra effects added by me --- Start NEW FILE? . . . Success! NEW FILE: IN WHICH--- a plain robloxian gets mixed up in a story never meant for them. No matter how much they try to leave, everyone around them seems keen on never letting that happen. They must dodge obsession like bullets, and make sure they can make it back home in one piece. If at all.

Out Of Luck A Forsaken x Reader Fanfic '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~' After leaving behind their job as a bartender and everyone they've ever known, (Y/N) moves to the heart of Robloxia for a second chance at something bigger. Recently hired into the Customer Service Department of ROBLOX, they step into a company still reeling from disaster. A dangerous exploiter attack left part of the department destroyed. Employees were injured. Some never came back. With positions suddenly vacant and the city's systems running slower than ever, new hires are thrown straight into the aftermath. And (Y/N) is one of them. Between processing citizen reports, navigating corporate tension, and trying not to drown in the fast pace of city life, they're forced to adapt quickly-or fall behind. But work isn't the only challenge. Robloxia City is full of personalities: chaotic top Robloxians who seem to attract trouble like magnets, and new friendships that test patience and loyalty. But slowly, those connections and friendships start to melt into something untrustworthy and disgusting. '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~' Story will contain topics of: Language & profanity. Body horror. Unconsensual touches. Toxic behavior. Obsession. Mentions of murder. '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'

When a certain Phighter refuses to play in the matches and refuses to do anything with the Flipside brother. Some unfortunate events happen to Y/N when they meet odd Phighters. But not to worry, they always have a trick up their sleeves.

Temporary cover, made by me, background found on pinterest! --- You can't do anything right. You never could. So you reserved yourself to a life of observing. Unfortunately it seems that the people around you are all too eager to see you do more than watch.

Even though the Underground is now empty, except for some people, you still stupidly managed to fall in the once prison for monsters. Who knew you would get away from the prison with someone following you behind your back? Who would have known an echo flower would have revealed too many things? Who would have known you'd fall in love again? Words count: 55.608

Can you get them out? Or is their fate forever tied to endless rounds of suffering? They didn't know this but you were their only hope to get out this Forsaken place. You were special to them (because you are reader duh) both Killers and Survivors. WARNING: HAVE DARK PARTS (MAINLY ABOUT FAMILY) DETAILED DEATH -----Story is inspo----- We See You Opal by SH4D0WM1LKCOOK14

Gender Neutral Reader x Forsaken. Tale about the Terror of Robloxia. Reader. One responsible for multiple games shutting down and many accounts getting deleted forever. It took a long time for the Admins of Robloxia to Ban the Terror themself, Never to be seen again. You think. Now, what would happen if the spectre let them loose in this cruel hell of theirs? Reader Morningstar, how pitiful of you to turn to such blatant hacking. You cliche bastard. Cover made by @omoyonism (ME) 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁! 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝘀𝗲!!

You know exactly what you're doing. A mask on your face, a deck of cards in your hand, and killers all around you-yet instead of fear, you bring trouble, jokes, and a smile. Most people try to survive. You? You play with fire. You tease dangerous men, whisper in their ears, and remind them you're not afraid. Not yet. But in a realm filled with yanderes, there's only one question left: How long can you keep the game going before the fire finally consumes you? And remember this: if you're going to be trapped in a nightmare, in this hell, you might as well make it entertaining. Yandere Forsaken (Roblox) x Male! Reader/ Yandere Forsaken (Roblox) x Reader

Gn!Reader Just a normal Robloxian with a pet scorpion...? (Name) lived a mediocre life at best, barely getting by with a job as a part time barista. However, Robloxia never allowed normality. "But I'm fine?" (Name) was then shot 57 times (and hit by a truck) and sent into... THEIR PERSONAL PURGATORY. ... Wait... where they're a killer? *Forsaken does not belong to me, only (Name) does