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you were living a not so normal life - you would often go hang out with your friends ti exploit together and destroy stuff. you guys weren't really good people. before one day you got hit by a car. next thing you knew, you were in a cabin that was totally not a hospital. all of your exploits were taken away now. later, the more people came and explained it to you. welcome to forsaken! this is your forever home whenever you like it or not. nobody cares about your complains. you always annoy other survivors with questions. they think its just because youre new, but no. you were always a curious person - sometimes you would even ask killers some questions, but of course, you got none except death. but there way only one killer.. and you may or may not have caught their attention. they didn't seem interested at all, but you.. you felt attached to them already.

◌𓂂𓈒♡ come do the E. T dance! :] please throw up your hands, everybody say yippie yo n yippie ya! XD E. T is an alien and he is kinda spacey! '-' coming from the universe to party n go crazy! ^0^ E. T is an alien and he is kinda spacey! ._. coming from the universe to party n go crazy! 'o'

𝕐𝕒𝕟!𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕩 ℂ𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 · · ─ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆ ─ · · 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎... 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗. · · ─ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆ ─ · · 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛! 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎! 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝! 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞? ... 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜.

You are Mexican, someone who was eating the delicious food your mother made while playing forsaken on your phone wich gave shitty graffics, and when your parents werent looking, you vanished.

" A PROJECT WITH MY LITTLE SISTER @kaychuuuu ." ⤷ "Two gods created. One a talkative, hot headed soul and the other? A two-face sweetheart that's always quiet and polite. These two gods were created to balance out their lands but however one altercation between them, led to a execution of them both. This leading them to the hell hole they're in now. A brown wooden cabin with all types of survivors. Just trying to survive the spectre's hell game while their creator sits from the above and worries about their well-beings." ... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ "These two god's separated, despite dying together. The hot headed god wishes to reunite with their lost other half, while their other half wants to stay distanced. But will they reunite? Will something else hidden be shown to light?" Well I don't know, read it. Start :: September, 15th, 2025. Monday, 9:44. End :: I have no idea. Will I even remember to update this? [OUR AU AND HCS, MAY NOT COMPLETELY MATCH UP WITH THE LORE OR WHATEVER.] John, Christina, if you see this. I am so sorry. This was meant for my sister who's writing this with me. Don't shank me or anything please :(

☆In a world where the survivors despise you, for the one thing you did, to the one person you harmed, to the person you killed...but slowly...their hate turns into love....then into obsession...☆

*burps* idk