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Nashatra makes rushed decisions and almost get hers herself killed in the process as to be expected when visiting Lesmosyne Maelstrom
for the first time.When trying to fix injurys acquired afterward she and Richardson have a conversation about her reckless spiraling.
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29 Sep 2025
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Spoiler alert, the water is not fine
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here had been far better things to do than give it a proper burial, so the decision had been made to dispose of its body in the lake. Some raised concerns about toxins coming from its corpse potentially harming any wildlife, but no one had even seen as much of a glimpse of a fish, so that argument was tossed aside.
Suffice to say, no one was particularly thrilled now when Chance practically sprinted into the main cabin, frantically yapping about how something was wrong with the lake.
They left no one behind when they went to check, that risk couldn't be taken, they were stronger as a group, so they stuck together.
It took a moment for everyone to fully register what exactly was happening, but slowly, the pieces came together. The frantic little waves concentrated around one spot, the faint silhouette of something beneath the surface, and finally, a clawed hand breaching the water for just a second before being swallowed up again.
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Tldr, I throw 1x in a lake
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29 Sep 2025
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He knew that there was a before. He also knew that there was a now, in this place. But anything in-between was missing, a memory just out of place; a string that, no matter how you try, you just can't seem to grasp.
Not that it stopped him from fumbling for it every chance that he got. He needed to know how he got here. He needed to know how to leave.
Out in the woods, in the dark, alone, was not a situation that anybody wanted to be in. Except maybe campers. But Elliot wasn't a camper. He had no supplies, no knowledge, and it wasn't as if this place made any sense anyway. If it did, it would have made leaving that much easier.
Or; while the Spectre's Elliot plays the games, the real Elliot finds himself elsewhere. The killers' lobby isn't a fun place to be. (Until it is.)
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- Part 1 of Say It Back
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21 Sep 2025
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[ Yes, Forsaken tag is only for reach. ]
“ Grief is a natural, emotional response to loss of any sort, shown through the following stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance “ . . . But what happens when someone simply can’t accept it?
What is a man supposed to do when he’s witnessed everything he’s worked so hard for, just disappear in just a matter of hours? His home, his career, everyone he’s grown to know? *Them*? And he just has to accept it?
Now forced to fit into a new society and to adapt to change, he finds no belonging amongst the citizens of Robloxia. Driven into madness, he yearns for the past. He seeks for something, anything to bring it all back.
In his worsening state, he’s led to other-worldly measures, guided by an unnatural hand in support of his goals. He gets them back, but will the cost truly be worth it?
[ 1xdoe centred fic , along with others, both romantic and platonic ]
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16 Sep 2025
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"You're weak" A familiar, deep, glitchy voice spoke from above him.
He was faintly aware of footsteps approaching. "Just from one hit you're on your knees" 1x1x1x1x mocked, dragging his swords on the floor as he crept closer. "Whatever happened to your fighting spirit, oh great Telamon?" They tilted their head upwards to stare down at the weak form squirming.
"I..." He wheezed out, squinting up at the killer through quick blinks. His vision was swimming, barely able to make out the killer's form and if they were standing still or creeping closer. "I'm bored" He chuckled (though it sounded like a sob) as blood trickled down his lips. "What's the point, right?" His eyes were able to stay open long enough to see 1x1x1x1x tilt their head and take the remark into consideration.
Shedletsky had grown quite bored of the perpetuity of his life. What better way to break out of the repetition than to seek the help of 1x1x1x1x, who seemed to feel the same way?
OrShedletsky somehow ends up braiding 1x1x1x1x's hair
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09 Sep 2025