°💫.ೃ࿔*✶⋆.˚ Реакции по яндере форсакену (в дальнейшем возможны небольшие истории и хедканоны) ▫️Определённого пола Т/И нет (есть исключения в некоторых главах). ▫️Реакции не взаимосвязаны между собой. ▫️Реакции деляться на две части (выжившие и убийцы). ▫️Иногда могут быть не все персонажи. ▫️Редко могут присутствовать дополнительные персонажи (не вышедшие или "не главные"). ▫️Могу быть ошибки в тексте. Всем приятного прочтения

You're in the middle of the woods with no recollection of how you got there. But hey, at least you got a teddy bear!

- In a realm casted over with cruelty, a new soul emerges. This time, the Spectre didn't get to choose whether or not they were brought there, as they were more than capable of choosing for themselves. Afterall, you are the owner of this dimension- or rather- the entire concept of this reality! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ - TRIGGERS? : cursing, mentions of injuries, injuries, mentions of death, dark topics, probable character death but not confirmed, HEAVY CRINGE AND PLENTY OF MISPELLS, probably more that hasn't been thought of yet. - CREDITS? : Any art used dosent belong to me and should be credited rightfully. I do NOT own Forsaken nor any of its characters- only this version of Reader and the following concepts used. this book will not be posted anywhere else other than wattpad under the original author! @OKNOOBY (also known as myself! Xd)

[ Forsaken Reader Insert ] You're not a survivor...you're not a killer. So who are you? You're not supposed to be here but you are and the Spectre has allowed it. Every match you enter you're hunted down; not by the killers, no...by the survivors. You are their way out, to make the match easier for them. In return...the killers protect you. It's only a matter of time before this becomes something you cannot escape. You need to escape it.

"This is all a game, and that means I can do whatever I want without consequences. Characters aren't real, they aren't people and never will be. It's fiction for me to enjoy." ||Forsaken x Sparkle!reader||

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ྀིა₊ ⊹ ᧔•᧓ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ྀིა₊ ⊹ A single mama dies because her stupid son didn't look both ways when crossing the road so she jumps in and takes the hit like an idiot. her son is also really evil and tries to exterminate people whenever he feels like it. Basically your kid is Eric Cartman lol ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ྀིა₊ ⊹ ᧔•᧓ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ྀིა₊ ⊹

" 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗. " ┆ As you were shallowed whole by the fireworks, you find yourself in a new place. Survive at all cost. It hurts, the aches burns but when you wake up, it's all just a dream ┆ ︴But the Stars will remind you it wasn't. ︴ Yes this is a remake. -🍂 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 • 𝙄𝙉𝙂 - a strong feeling of wanting something or someone that's missing. It's like a gentle ache or yearning for something that's not there. 𝙉𝙊 • 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 - ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴ - not anything; no single thing. ᴀᴅᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ - having no prospect of progress; of no value. ᴀᴅᴠᴇʀʙ - not at all. ⏤͟͟͞͞☆ ALL BOOKS I MAKE HAVE OCS AND FANMADE CHARACTERS. BE CAUTIOUS. I DO NOT CARE IF YOU HATE OCS. - 🌙 W3 d0n'7 4nd w1ll N3V3R supp0r7 7h3 d3vs 0f 7h3 g4m3!! - 🌸 🌙 - EMMA MOON 🍪 - CINNAMON 🍂 - AUTHOR(AUTUMN) ❄ - WINTER 🌤 - SUMMER 🌸 - SPRING

You are [Name], a being of shadows, a well known person in your small village. A woman shielded by the shadows and blessed by the stars, seen and watched by what you call 'chat' . You were minding your own business, maybe doing some petty theft...but that doesn't matter! You only took some strawberrys...anyways.You were running, running from what? The village guards, what a silly one you were :]. "SHIT-! CHAT IM I COOKED?!" ART IS NOT MINE, CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE FORSAKEN DEV TEAM AND [Name] BELONGS TO YOU, THE READER! Heh so like this is my first fic so please be nice🙏

How many more events will you have to endure until you've crumbled down into your withered state? You can't escape; you never will, can you? It had nothing to do with you at first, one of the many casualties there were, until it became you, and now you're stuck there, forced to live in a foreign realm as a pillar for many. You have a reason to exist. But it's not as bright as you think it'll end. These feelings come slowly, but it'd be too late for you to flee from their needs when the time comes. You keep on protecting, on caring, but then you'll lose hope when you realize your place. But like a bouquet of dying flowers, you are, how beautiful you look, rotten and crumbling, now twice as delicate as they hold you. "People never change, but skin will rot in any weather." -Femtanyl. ___________________ No beta yet, we die like alphas. (SLOW UPDATES! As of now...) 25-12-2025 - #1 in Joke 28-12-25 - #12 in xreader 1-1-26 - #3 in psychological horror 3-1-26 - #9 in Gender Neutral

[Yan!Forsaken x Killer!Reader] Oh-oh Round and round we go Holding onto pain Driven by our egos Feelings untold Spinning our own versions of the past That you could never know How would I know?