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What mattered was Noob lying face-down in the grass, body jerking weakly, blood soaking into the dirt beneath him. His chest was torn open—007n7 couldn't bare to look at any longer than necessary, and every breath came out as a wet, choking rasp. He tried to speak, failed, and could do nothing but swallow blood instead. Something massive was lodged in his chest.
“𝙃𝙞𝙘— A— eugh—” Noob sobbed, choking between broken breaths. “E… Lliot…?”
It looked surprised.
“Woah! You already know about me!?” it laughed, genuinely pleased. “I’m so flattered.” A giggle bubbled out of it as it leaned closer. “Didn’t think I was famous enough for even the newest survivors to recognize me.”
It beamed.
“I feel like a 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮!”
007n7 stared.
Or.
The worlds of the originals and the Swap universe clash. How would they react upon seeing themselves and each other as killers? How would they react to meeting their loved ones who were lost because of the Spectre's influence, now acting normally as survivors?
What would come of their meetings?
(Everyone has chemistry with everyone at some point. Interpret their relationship how you like. )
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- Part 1 of Swap Au
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“You’re…” His said in disbelief, eroding his fury. “You’re the missing people. The ones from the news. The admins–everyone–”
Builderman’s grip loosened just enough for the man to slump to his knees, panting hard, hair hanging over his eyes. Guest 1337 kept one hand braced on his shoulder in case he lunged again, but the threat was gone for now. The rage had drained straight through the cracks of shock widening across the man’s face.
The suited person he’d been strangling, with their perfect tie, perfect posture, already smoothing dust from their jacket stared back at him with cold distaste, as if nearly being murdered was an inconvenience rather than an emergency.
“Missing people,” Shedletsky repeated under his breath. “Well. That narrows things down to… us.”
The man looked around wildly at the survivors clustered in the main room.
These were faces from missing posters.
From obituaries.
From forums flooded with grief and confusion and freak theories.
“You’re real,” the man whispered. “You’re all real. You’re alive.”
aka
Two new people land in the Forsaken realm. Whether to trust them or not, no one knows. But this is their story. -
When the god of chaos falls in love with a mortal who loves destruction. by orphan_account
Fandoms: Forsaken (Roblox)
17 May 2026
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As the title says, I just wanted to write about the dynamics of an immortal entity in love with a mere mortal.
SilentHatred because they deserve more AND I AM BORED :3 And the creator is angry about the recent fanfics about Taph.
Taph is a mortal who seeks the approval of the gods he admires, but ends up attracting the attention of a rather unexpected god.
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Jane Doe, tormented by fragmented memories and the loss of her once-loving husband, John Doe, is growing desperate. Despite her trauma, a singular thought haunts her: “He didn’t choose this.” Determined to uncover the truth behind his corruption, she decides to find someone who understands the inner workings of the old Robloxian code, someone who’s seen what lies beneath the surface.
She reaches out to Taph, a recluse demolitionist known for working with the admins and for having intimate knowledge of forgotten protocols and digital ruins. Taph, suspicious and defensive, initially refuses, until Jane shows him a fragment of corrupted code extracted from John Doe. It's code Taph once handled during a demolition assignment... code that was never supposed to resurface.
Reluctantly, Taph agrees. Together, they begin an investigation into John’s fall and discover one or more thing about the true nature of The Spectre.