Forsaken gooning
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"I don’t like him," Shedletsky lied with every cell in his body. Chance didn't reply right away. Just stood up and began making his way towards the kitchen.
"Good," he said casually. "Then it won’t be weird when I tell him you've been moaning his name in your sleep." Shedletsky's eyes widened. "What?! I did not!"
Chance smirked and walked off without answering. Shedletsky dropped his face into his hands with a groan.Series
- Part 1 of Forsaken gooning
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Elliot looked down, elbows resting on his knees. His voice came out flat, tired. "You want honesty, right? Since you like me talking to you so much?"
007n7 nodded once, hesitantly.
"Then here it is." Elliot shifted in place, letting his legs spread just a little wider as he leaned forward. His fingers moved to his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle breaking open. Oh.
007n7 flinched.
"You really want to make it up to me?" Elliot asked, voice low, warmer. "Get on your knees."Series
- Part 2 of Forsaken gooning
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1x1x1x1 stood just a few steps away. Then, he hurled a blackened sword.
It embedded into the wall— mere inches from Chance’s head. Fuck.
And then— because panic does weird things to the brain— he smiled. A horrible, awkward smile.
"Hey," he said, voice cracking just slightly. "You, uh... throw like you're trying to impress me." 1x1x1x1 tilted his head.
"...Excuse me?"Series
- Part 3 of Forsaken gooning
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They sat like that for a while. 007n7's gaze dropped to Guest's mouth for just a second too long.
Guest noticed.
"Hey," Guest said softly.
007 looked up.
And Guest was already leaning in.Series
- Part 4 of Forsaken gooning
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"They won't." Chance replied with a wink. "Or if they do, they won't talk loud. That's the whole point of protection. I gave them something valuable, they give me peace. Besides..." They gestured vaguely at the casino floor. "Who's gonna miss a guy who already lost everything?"
Nobody. Just you wait.
God, you really are perfect. Dumb, rich, and criminally short sighted.
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- Part 5 of Forsaken gooning
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"Well, I can be patient. But I am a curious man. Retired army or not, I still know when someone's withholding information."
Daisy's smile grew. "You trying to interrogate your wife over mashed potatoes?"
He shrugged innocently. "Just trying to determine the classification level of my gift."
Charlotte chimed in without looking up. "Is it a sword? Mommy mentioned something like that I think."
"Nope!" Guest quickly said.
Daisy took a sip of wine. "Not a sword." She replied. "But it does involve a sheath."Series
- Part 6 of Forsaken gooning
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Noob tucked their hands into their sleeves and looked around. Everyone else seemed to be part of something. A group. A pair.
They were still trying to find theirs again.
Then someone slammed into their shoulder.
Hard.
Noob stumbled a step back, nearly spilling their bloxy cola.
"Hey—!"
They looked up.
And up.Series
- Part 7 of Forsaken gooning
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He stilled.
A glint of a hood, barely visible past the field of broken lootboxes. His heart jumped before his logic kicked in.
It could be anyone. Could be bait. A bug. A bot left here to rot like the others—
But as he stepped closer, his breath caught.
It was Ellernate.
And beside him, leaning casually against a chunk of corrupted terrain, was a second figure.
Caleb.Series
- Part 8 of Forsaken gooning
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Guest didn't remember falling asleep.
One moment he was sitting in the living room, slumped forward in his chair with the TV on. The next, he was stumbling toward the bedroom.
He collapsed onto the bed. Didn't even pull the covers over. His eyes were barely open as his head hit the pillow.
When he opened his eyes, it was late.
Too late.
The house was dim and quiet, but the kind of quiet that didn't feel empty. Warmth pressed against his back— no, not warmth.
Weight.
Something was on top of him.
Guest tried to move but found his limbs sluggish, like they were stuck underwater. His chest heaved with a tightness he couldn't explain. He tried to twist— tried to look— but the thing on him shifted, straddling the small of his back with deliberate pressure.
Then came a hand.
Massive. Calloused but somehow... soft.
It slid down to his shoulder, thumb pressing into the muscle. Once. Twice. The knot in his shoulder cracked under the pressure.Series
- Part 9 of Forsaken gooning
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When Chance turned back, walking over with a glass of water in hand, something in iTrapped's shoulders relaxed.
He took the glass, staring at it for a bit.
Then he chuckled.
"I missed you," iTrapped murmured.
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- Part 10 of Forsaken gooning
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A voice buzzed through the speaker, thick with sleep and irritation.
"Who the hell...?"
Mafioso leaned in, pressing the button.
"It's me."
A beat of silence.
"You?"
And immediately after—
"Fuck off."
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- Part 11 of Forsaken gooning
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He leaned over and gave the bottle a spin. It twirled, knocking against someone's knee before settling...
Right between two people.
The circle leaned in, squinting.
"Wait, who is it actually pointing at?" John asked, head tilting.
"That's pretty centered." Two Time said.
It pointed straight at 1x1x1x1.
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- Part 12 of Forsaken gooning
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Their gaze wandered through the crowd— full of elegant clothes.
Then, quietly, someone slid onto the stool beside them.
Chance didn't glance right away, just caught the scent of perfume— light, floral, something expensive.
Blonde, hair done in loose waves, lips painted dark to match her black dress. She didn't look at Chance right away.
"A gin, please."
Chance smiled, always one for conversation. "You don't strike me as the gin type."
That got her attention.
The woman turned, smiling behind her mask.
"Oh?" She said, tilting her head slightly. "And what type do I strike you as?"
Chance chuckled lightly, resting their glass on the bar. "The kind who already knows what they want before they sit down. Get me?"
The woman leaned in.
"You'd be right."
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- Part 13 of Forsaken gooning
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"There's a knife," Guest said. "Right here. Diggin' into my thigh."
"Ohhh," Chance breathed. "That's where that went! Thought I lost it after the second bottle got thrown."
Guest gave him a hard look. "If I could reach it, we'd be out of here in five minutes."
"But you can't, can you?"
"No," he gritted. "Can't get the angle. Arms are tied up, you're tied down."
Chance winced. "Damn. So close."
So far.
Guest's jaw clenched.
He shifted again— more discomfort now— and then frowned, as though remembering something.
"I've... got mine."
Chance perked up. "What? Where?"
Guest didn't look at them. "Inner pocket. Right side."
Chance blinked. "That's… under your belt."
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- Part 14 of Forsaken gooning
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"You don't get it—"
"Then make me get it!" 007 begged.
Noli's fists clenched at his sides, words tearing out before he could stop them. "Fine! It's because I like you, you idiot!"
Silence followed.
Well... he couldn't take it back now.
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- Part 15 of Forsaken gooning
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A new message.
From Elliot.
"Thanks for the number, Mr. Sonnellino. Sleep well tonight. Goodnight."
Mafioso smiled. He set the towel on his shoulders, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.
He wanted to reply, a small thank you and goodnight.
But then, a droplet of water slid from his damp hair, landing squarely on the screen. His finger slipped.
Send.
A heart emoji.
Mafioso froze. Stared. Died inside.
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- Part 16 of Forsaken gooning
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Chance went on, gesturing animatedly. "Security's stacked. Guards posted outside the system nodes, cameras on every corner, turrets rigged to tear through anything that sneezes wrong. They don't want anyone getting a finger near their vault..." They huffed, rubbing their temples. "From my perspective? Impossible. But from yours…"
Their eyes flicked to 007n7. "Well, you're the legend, aren't you?"
007n7's lips curled at the word, not into a smile but something closer to a grimace. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Legends die, Chance. Usually because they think they still are one."
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- Part 17 of Forsaken gooning
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Guest's jaw tightened. A quiet hiss slipped past his teeth as Mafioso swung upward, aiming a heavy punch toward his ribs. The soldier's forearm came up on instinct, blocking the strike with a solid thud of muscle meeting muscle. The vibration traveled down both their arms.
There it was.
The parry.
By the gods— he's gonna get fucked again.
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- Part 18 of Forsaken gooning
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The gambler hummed under their breath as they walked. Their hands were tucked casually into their coat pockets, stride easy.
They turned the corner toward Elliot's apartment—
An arm hooked around their throat from behind. Their back slammed into a solid chest as they were yanked sideways, shoes scraping uselessly against pavement before their balance gave out entirely.
"What—"
The word strangled into nothing as they were dragged into the mouth of a narrow alley.
A forearm locked under their chin, bicep pressing against one side of their neck, the other hand clamping down hard on their shoulder to control their movement. They knew this hold.
They knew those hands.Series
- Part 19 of Forsaken gooning
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Why?
That question kept looping.
Why him?
Shedletsky had friends. Plenty of them. Good ones. People who were kind, generous, thoughtful in their own ways. He'd known loyalty, companionship, laughter, chaos.
So why did today feel different?
Why did something about Guest's attentiveness keep sticking under his skin?
Why did his chest keep tightening like this?
He dragged a hand slowly down his face.
This was ridiculous.
Except— he learned one thing during his long, complicated transition from being... what he used to be... to being human again.
When something kept gnawing at you like this, ignoring it didn't help.
And Shedletsky, for all his theatrics, wasn't stupid.
So he did what he always did when something bothered him.
He said it out loud.Series
- Part 20 of Forsaken gooning