You are a Bacon and Roblox has gone to shit, but then you meet a really cool Robot who changed your life for the better, but is it meant to be? (Fucking suck at making descriptions) _______________ #I am not associated or working with Forsaken, any characters in Forsaken belong to the original owners and not me. The Reader Character is Gender neutral so everyone can be included. This is part of two acts, the before Forsaken act and the Forsakened Act. This book contains no smut or sex as I am uncomfortable with that kind of stuff, but will have detailed character deaths and repeated fear. The love in this book will be a slow burn Upload schedule is inconsistent as I have other works to get done.

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𝐘𝐚𝐧!𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 SOLIDER!𝐆𝐍!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. - - - 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝘰𝘤•𝘤𝘩𝘪•𝘰•𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯) 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. - - -

⋆ ₊ ❝ 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 should 、be 𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 ❞ ༉₊ . ━━━ ft. Survivor & Killers x Black Dahlia! reader ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✧ ┊ ┊⋆ ┊┊┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ┊˚✧ ┊⋆ ╰┈➤ 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 : 𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦." 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳... 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦. ── ₊˚⊹. ۶ৎ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 ; Forsaken © Forsaken Dev Team Black Dahlia © Reverge Labs ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ © sayoko-ou ❝ ♞ S T A R T E D - 07 / 21 / 25 ❝ ♛ E N D E D - 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵

RE-WRITTEN UNDER THE SAME NAME AND COVER!!! Burning. That was the last thing they felt. An agonizing, painful burning. Where were they now? It feels calm, but extremely cold. They weren't used to the cold. It promised they'd never feel cold again. That the only thing they'd ever feel was the aggressive burn of flames. They'd think about it later. For now, at least, it felt like a good idea to rest their eyes. They couldn't see anything around them anyways. Welcome to my first xreader fic, and my first fic in general. The photo on the cover is found on google, but I added the text.

[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?

Forsaken x grace! Reader After being judged for what felt like an eternity, you accidentally got the chance to finally escape . However, the hand that pulled you out of the prison had it's own reasons to do so, leading you into another realm. Unfortunately, that realm and your grace had more similarities than differences. OR.. YOU, the messed up insane person being judged finally find a way out but the entity that brought you here probably wished on your downfall. Now you made it's everyone's problem.

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

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."

[Yandere Forsaken x Reader] You aren't sure of where you are - or who you are, for the matter. The place you find yourself in is odd. Sometimes you'll be in a random location with generators waiting to be fixed. Other times in a cabin isolated from any civilisations, populated by the robloxians you see ever so often during what they call as a "match". You wonder why they are forced to be chased down by the... killers. You can see why they're called as such - their appearances too abnormal to give off anything but warning bells, presence far too heavy to feel safe. Too bad it seems that you are resigned to being a mere spectator, unable to be seen by anyone - or, well, the ones you want to be seen by. A part of you wonders if things will ever change. Or if you even want them to in the first place. After all, isn't it best to be safe than sorry?