"𝙄'𝙑𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙋𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙎." 𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏, 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺.

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦-𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘕𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩-𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. "Two steps ahead." Serendipity "Finding something good without looking for it."

Being a killer in that forsaken place was... entertaining, at best. Especially considering that-unlike the survivors, who were painfully aware of every second spent in that hell-the killers had been stripped of any ability to perceive rounds. They just knew they were there for a single purpose, with no capacity to question it. And they had no issue indulging in it over and over again. But one thing they all agreed on was: the food situation in that place sucked. So, let's change that. ----------- Or: The Spectre thinks it would be fun to let the killers kidnap a certain pizza guy so they can eat a decent meal for once. (Elliot domesticating the killers one cooking lesson at a time). Or or: I made a crack fic to beat up writting block and poor Elliot has to suffer (ELLIOT-CENTRIC) ----------- Also on AO3

' mip! ' Forsaken x reader

Love? Trust? Hope? Those were just scripts... until [Name] started feeling them for real. Wandering around, entering a world after another, they didn't know why they were doing this, nor why they were even here. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the desire to feel. To understand how each world worked, how players laughed, cried, lived. but at the same time, they felt like they were searching for someone aswell, someone who watched them get taken away into nothing. except, they'd soon find her once they got sucked into a Forsakened hell, where they would see what had happened to her, She looked into their eyes, shining with guilt, she knew. She knew what was coming for [Name], 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍. ________________ Forsaken x Reader HELL YEAH I FINALLY MADE MY OWN I LOVE THE OTHER BOOKS AND THATS WHAT INSPIRED ME TO MAKE THIS yeah there's going to be drawings here aswell, all of them belong to me! :P Uhh I'm not exactly a responsible Writer nor have I ever written a full on book, so expect it for slow updates or alot of mistakes. PEACE OUT!

Write this later idk THE AUTHOR IS A MINOR

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!!

𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬!𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐱 𝒀𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑨!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- "𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓" ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ʀᴜɴ ɢᴏᴇs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ. ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴘᴀsᴛʀɪᴇs ʟᴇғᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ʟᴏᴏᴘ ᴏғ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍!!] ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ 24/11/25; ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴠs ᴏʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ, ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴀs ɪ'ᴍ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ɪᴛ

" When there is the chance to make a choice, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎make one that you know you won't regret ..." forsaken x trailblazer!reader

[FORSAKEN X GN.READER] You had one simple job, as you were part of a simple world, with a normal life. Yet, it got you wrapped up in a mess you had no business being in, fighting for your life while tortured souls pawed at you for your attention; oh, woe is you.