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I’m Rustic Jungle, one of the greatest crafted FE2 maps, with the most unique OST a map can get. I’ve gotten some difficulty to me too. It’s hard for me to open up to people, but if you really understood me, I could be the best friend you’ll ever have…

So, why does everyone hate me?

Every day my life consists of sitting in a corner, watching all the other Crazy+’s enjoy their life for hours upon end. I’m supposed to be one of the most respected Crazy+’s! It takes a big deal to beat me, It takes a big person to lead a role like this; I should be a hindrance to everybody’s eyes!

Six hours pass, a rebirth x348 player shouts, “RJ! RJ!” which is the acronym for my name. I shake a little. Finally?!

“No, not RJ!” another player spams, as they unlock Central Mass Array.

“DUHHH! DUHHHH!!!” CMA says, about to get chosen for the 500th time during these six hours.

The rebirth x348 player uses 17 trillion coins, and votes for me 8,493 times. I felt… so honoured. The respect I deserve. The chat says “bro”, “rlly bruh”, “not rj…” but I got chosen. My time to shine.

Everybody runs to the walljump, and goes straight to the first longjump, which I love, of mine.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5,,, six,,seven,, nobody’s pressing my button, oh my god–

“BRO REALLY”

“LAZY”

“BRUH WHO SOLD.”

In my six hours. I got.. Twelve seconds to shine. It’s okay! It’s all gonna be okay! I got chosen, that’s all that matters, even though the rebirth x348 player JUST left the server! It’s okay! It’s okay, it’s fine it’s,

“W sell chat. Nobody wants to play longjump jungle.”

“LOL, LONGJUMP JUNGLE!”

“Who fr designed this spammy longjump map anyway.. Heheh, longjump jungle.”

Longjump jungle. Longjump- my months of being here, the effect I’ve created and I’m known for being,, longjump jungle!? Are you- are you serious?!

Immediately after the whole server votes Central Mass Array, and the chat starts to cheer. “DUHHH! DUHH!” I have to hear from Central Mass Array.

Desert Ruins puts his hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay kid. We all shine sometimes, and we don’t shine at other times. All that matters is that you lived. You could be a dead map.”

I shake my shoulder to get his stupid hand off me. “You don’t know how it’s like to be ME, DR! In fact,” I look at all the Crazy+’s, “none of you Crazy+’s do! All of you can piss off! All of you should bow down to ME, but everybody here is just so ignorant, get your heads out of your butts!”

Everyone else including DR looks at me disgustedly. DR says, “Well fine, all I did was be kind to you, but I guess you hate kindness, jerk.”

“Yeah, heheh, loser!” Sub-ZeroSphere shouts out, the rest of the C+’s laughing.

I turn around and start crying, the C+’s going back to what they do. I-.. I didn’t mean it guys… I’m just upset… Nobody knows how hard it is to be a LongJump Jungle…

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Each and every Flood Escape 2 map had its little apartment room they lived in by difficulty. The apartments had one room per story. The first story was for the Easy maps. Castle Tides, Lost Woods, and Axiom conquered. The second story was for the Normal maps. Flood Island, Oriental Grove, and Mysterium conquered. The third story was for hard maps. Snowy Peaks, Wild Savannah, and Sedimentary Temple conquered. The fourth story was for the Insane maps. Dark-Sci Facility, Familiar Ruins, and Sinking Ship conquered. The fifth story was for the Crazy maps. Active Volcanic Mines, Mirage Saloon, and Decaying Silo conquered. The sixth story is where this tale takes place. And was for, you already know, The Crazy+ maps. Desert Ruins, Whirlwind Wasteland, and Central Mass Array conquered.

                  Until only recently, Whirlwind Wasteland came. Unsurprisingly he got a lot of support from the chat, a huge screen in every room. The screen was based on the difficulty the server was in... Every time a server dropped down or up a difficulty, the screen would change to an already existing server that was on their respective difficulty. So, at maximum there were six servers in Flood Escape 2, being watched by the maps separated by difficulty. The other servers had copies of the maps, but they weren’t the actual conscious ones.

                  The chat loved Whirlwind Wasteland, he always got picked by the servers, and nobody ever complained. Whirlwind Wasteland was your chill dream-guy.

                  So, all the chats around FE2 were sad when Whirlwind went away, not for the average, 3-4 weeks, but two months. They even got new maps during his leave, Minds of Misery, Eye of the Storm etc.

                  With both of those factors, you could imagine how it was like when Whirlwind came back.

                  Rustic Jungle had to see some stuck-up kid called Distorted Ignis Dimension AND Whirlwind come back at once, every time their chat voted, it was always one or the other. No escape. Whirlwind felt welcomed and safe each second he ever existed in their apartment. Stupid kid. Rustic Jungle made the mistake of not having the same energy as the rest of the Crazy+’s, because when Whirlwind asked Sub-ZeroSphere, “what’s wrong with the emo kid?” Sub-Zero made up the worst rumours about him.

                  “Oh, Him? Hehe, don’t worry about LongJump Jungle, he just likes sitting in the corner, mesmerising about all of our deaths. I think he has a kink for that! Don’t look at his direction, and especially DON’T touch him, and you’ll be fine.”

                  Whirlwind frowns. “Ew that’s weird. Well, erm– I hope he gets well soon but I’ll make sure I’ll avoid him at ALL costs.” He laughs. “Don’t want to get into any drama.”

                  Sub-Zero grins harder. “Heavens no you don’t.”

                  As Whirlwind further explores the room Rustic Jungle puts his head up and angrily stares at Sub-ZeroSphere, wondering what he ever did to deserve that. Sub-Zero doesn’t feel any remorse, giving poor ol’ Rustic the death stare, with the most evil smile in the world. Ever. In the world. It was super evil (by the way)

                  A 6.1 map is not treating a 6.5, (should be raised up to 6.6) map that way. No he is NOT no sir! Rustic Jungle shows signs of feeling afflicted. He stands up, two feet, and Sub-Zero screams;

                  “A 6.5 IS TRYING TO FIGHT ME!! EEEKKK!!”

                  Immediately every Crazy+’s head shoot to Rustic’s. Desert Ruins flies up and holds Sub-Zero’s entire body TIGHT, covering his eyes. “What do you think you’re doing Rustic?! Go pick on someone your own size!” Rustic sits. “DR I PROMISE I wasn’t trying to do anything; you know ho-how mothers like, punish their children t-t-to like, discipline them, y–y’know?!” DR’s buzzling lava boils. “BLAH, BLAH, BLAH! ALL... EXCUSES!!! I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT!” At the top of his lungs, he screams. CMA starts at it again, “DUHH!!! DUH DUH!!!”

                  Sub-ZeroSphere looks at Desert Ruins with his Sub-Missive little eyes. “Dwserty, it’s okay… CMA doesn’t like loud noises… Calm down… 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮… please Dwserty…”

                  “Fine Subby-ZeroySpherey, if you insist… I’ll quiet down… only for you. This DOESN’T mean I forgive you LongJump Jungle. I swear when we’re alone I’ll have a HELL of a time with you.” Desert Ruins still holding Sub-ZeroSphere leaves the room to This Portal.

                  This Portal lets two maps maximum stay there, for thirty minutes max. It brainwashes the server to hate on the map for however long they stay there. After the thirty minutes pass, there’s a five-hour cooldown until the two people can go back in there again. Crazyblox added this to ensure freedom and no rebellion from the maps.

                  Abandoned Harbour starts talking. “Rustic Jungle, are you bloody serious that you were trying to fight a 6.1 map? Me as a humble 6.3, I cannot feel but shame, shame! Each map was crafted in this sort of peculiar yet... amazing! Eye-opening way where, there is this kind of hierarchy, very, very peculiar and-” Rustic Jungle groans and puts his head in his legs again whilst Abandoned Harbour keeps talking.

Abandoned Junkyard taps his shoulder. “Ah, Ah, Dude, Ah,”

“What is it that you must interrupt my fine speech?!”

“Dude, he- He isn’t listening to you.”

“Oh, bloody hell he bloody isn’t.”

…

                  3:56 A.M. Not many people are playing Flood Escape 2. All the pros (yes they all live in the USA no there aren’t british pros yes this is targeted) are in a rest. The other five difficulty apartment stories are still going at it, the Crazy+’s sleeping at the same time the pros are.

                  Knock, knock, knock.

Wildwood Waterways is a light sleeper. The respectful yet eery knocks of the door easily wakes him up. “H...Huh..? Who is that?!”

ElectroBlast199 opens the door. “Hey Wildwood. Can you wake up the others?”

…

In the dark, All the Crazy+ maps sit in a circle with a giant campfire in the middle. Electroblast’s armour clangs as he slowly circles around the sitting group.

“I haven’t told the Crazies about this yet.” His deep voice, full of bass like Walter White. “I fear they will be too… scared.”

Abandoned Harbour looks at him. “I have two things to say, Sir ElectroBlast, before you continue if I may.”

“What. What is it.”

“One. How come your map Central Mass Array has down syndrome? I think Rustic is quite annoyed by it.” Electro gives Rustic a side eye. Sub-Zero scoffs. “Rustic, you ableist!” Rustic simply put his hands on his eyes.

“Now, now, calm down friends, maybe my curiosity got the best of me, for that I am sorry.” Abandoned Harbour says this, and everybody calms down. Except Rustic. He stays the same, feeling threatened just by being here.

“My second statement is that I think I am non-binary. The way I see ElectroBlast talk, the peak of masculinity, feels opposing of me, though I do not feel ladylike, with all due respect to my future female counterparts, my life is telling me to forfeit this gender war, that I am none at all. I’ve been feeling like this the moment Electro walked in the room,” he says---I mean they say.

“Wow, I’m really proud of you…” Wildwood quietly mutters, thinking nobody hears him.

“Yes, yes, thank you Wildwood Waterways, if I came out as a lady, I’d say your humble statement had made me water but I am an entity so I may not.”

“Wow that’s cool, Abandoned Harbour, right? We’re all proud of you.” Whirlwind smirks.

Minds of Middery laughs, “You aren’t an Idiot! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

“I am glad all of you accept my transition to the land of the nonbinaries. Just seeing ElectroBlast opened the LGBT door, so thank him too!”

CLANK!! ElectroBlast hits his armoured arms against each other. “Screw all of you. I killed Eye of the Storm. He’s dead. ALL I wanted to say, I’m OUT of here.”

Desert Ruins face becomes serious. “A dead… a dead map?”

ElectroBlast’s muffled voice from the lower story can be heard. “I JUST KILLED EYE OF THE STORM AN HOUR AGO!” All the Crazies from the lower floor maps started screaming.

“Holy, that’s probably devastating for them” Rustic Jungle says in pure sympathy.

Sub-ZeroSphere eyes him. “Wow really LongJump Jungle?”

Once again, instead of SZS having implied a rude remark, the Crazy+’s saw him as a little 6.1 making fun and jokes in a time of darkness. Nobody even acknowledged Rustic’s comment.

Desert Ruins raises his arms up. “Ara ara, gang! Let’s just get some sleep, and be glad it wasn’t us, am I right?!” All the crazies except Rustic go, “RIGHT!”. Oh, and also except CMA too but he went “DUHHH!!!” (he meant ‘right!’)

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If you’ve played Flood Escape 2 Pro Servers before you’d know the map Wildwood Waterways always have mixed opinions from the chat. People loved him, hated him, said he’s “mid”, said he’s “ehh whatev’s”, etc. However, most of the Crazy+’s had no opinion about him. They respected him, treated him like everybody else, but in the end they all knew Wildwood Waterways simply existed to be their toy. Their pet. Their doll.

The Crazy+ maps would get a bit… bored, being in an apartment all day, and their… hormones, would get, woozy.

And Wildwood Waterways was the tiniest, tightest, twinkiest thing a map could be.

...

Eye of the Storm reached out his free hand to me. All my life I’ve been bullied for being grey, a burden to interact with, an errand to talk to, an aura that brings displeasure to anybody wanting to contact me… a nightmare to be around… a castle of nightmares…

A Nightmare Castle.

Eye of the Storm has always had the same qualities as me, yet he is so loved… He doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve to be saved…

I step on his hand, and he falls into oblivion.

My dopamine bursts. Vengeance. We’re equal.

Goodbye Eye of the Storm! He’s falling to his doom he is already experiencing, forever, because of me! Hahaha!

In fact, he’s still falling now…

Because of me.

The guilt glues my feet to the floor. I can’t move. It was just a quick decision, I, I—He’s falling, in a way I can’t comprehend, because of my emotions!

The cliff I stand on starts to break apart, but I stand there full of my guilt. What I      did was terrible, I can’t go back!

I get yanked into the forever falling void.. My body’s warping, I can’t feel it any-

“AAAAAGHHH! RAAGHH!!!!! AAAAAAAGHHH! AAAAAAHH!”

Nightmare Castle in her bed gets shaken.

“Kid, its midnight and you’re screaming at the top of yo’ lungs!”

“Agh! Eye of the Storm?!”

“No, it’s me, Mirage, Mirage Saloon.”

“Oh, Mirage… Thank you…” Her tears glimmer in the dark.

“You’re lucky everyone here’s a tough sleeper. You would’ve woken everyone up.”

“Yes, I know… I’m sorry, I had another nightmare--”

Mirage Saloon had already left.

“Oh.”

Mirage fell asleep, but Nightmare Castle still couldn’t. She got up and went to Eye of the Storm’s bed. Eye of the Storm was temporality gone to be finalized, but she had a spiritual telecommunication, and she hoped Eye of the Storm could feel her spirit as she could feel his.

“Eye of the Storm, look. I’m sorry. For not welcoming you with open arms. It just hurts, the sexism and all... But this isn’t about me, this is about you. I wish upon you, that any slim chance of me receiving a dream, the dream will be replaced with your slim chance of having a nightmare. I will endure it for you, Eye of the Storm, I just hope your spirit can forgive me.”

“Goodnight, Eye of the Storm.” she says, then goes to her bed, being able to sleep better, knowing she’ll have to endure another nightmare.

4:00 A.M.

ElectroBlast’s voice shatters all the Crazy maps ears. “I JUST KILLED EYE OF THE STORM AN HOUR AGO!”

Decaying Silo hears this and she immediately shrieks, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The rest of the Crazies start shouting and crying, and as soon as Electro knew they heard, he slammed the door and left the scene.

Nightmare sees him run off, he can’t just say something like that, I have to go after him!

Nightmare Castle opens the door and runs after Electro. An hour ago?! I was sleeping then! He can’t do this to me.

“Electro, don’t do this!” Nightmare Castle shouts, but ElectroBlast overstimulated and freaked out, not knowing what the Crazies could do to him, opens his hand in NC’s direction, and this blue electricity blast like the exploding orb in CMA spurts out and hits Nightmare Castle right in the chest, ripping her apart, burning her soul. The blast froze her body, and as she disintegrated into nothingness, Electro ran away and left the apartment.

Nightmare Castle was eradicated.

...

Wildwood Waterways sees no natural occurring end. Seeing Abandoned Harbour proudly open up immediately when they felt the smallest bit confused gave Wildwood motivation. He had to do something about his insecurities. The trivialized map opened the window to be introduced to a cold, windy night. He looked into the stars for ten seconds, before he said:

“Oh, my father, from the stars. I ask to talk, though you are far.

My maker, inventor, oh don’t get worked up. I only ask for you to fill my cup.

So, descend from the exosphere, how you stay there, so high!

And talk to your child, caregivers be nigh!”

The sky began to glow, purple beams flying out of one point. Everything close heavily vibrates. Wildwood Waterways’s unaffected though, being so used to vibrations.

Then the purple explosion popped, there he is. Flying in the air, translucent.

“hi”

“8elprup... my creator...” Wildwood breathily spits. “It’s been so long.”

“yea lol”

“I’ve been wanting to get something off my chest. A pain I have to endure. I don’t want it anymore. I have to start opposing it.”

8elprup stares.

“what”

“Oh, yes. What were you thinking when you created me? Which part of your brain wanted to start this whole mess! Who did you want we to be? And whatever it is... why do I know am I not it?! I’m going insane, father, I only want rest...”

“well uh i never even knew you were really even gonna sentient. how should i know lol. i thought i was just making like a pretty map or something idk”

“Wait.. Huh? You never knew that?!”

“actually no nvm i cant say that. forget i said anything.”

“No, I want to know what-”

“uhh look here kid, if your going trhough any problems or like anything crazy. just find someone special to resonate with lol. like theres people out there who feel just like you. no matter hwo complex the situation is theres probably one person going through not the exact same thing but feelings as you so just find them.”

Wildwood cries. “Thank you father 8elprup, for summoning me.”

“yea your welcome bye”

8elprup pulls out a six-foot long purple crystal wand. He raises it over his head, the wand horizontal, and quickly brings it back down with a loud whoosh him disappearing as it goes.

Wildwood Waterways sighs.

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“I’m actually so outta it today DR.” Abandoned Junkyard complains. “This new speed up update stuff is ruining my map, I’m just upset man.”

“Dang dude, that’s tough. Hang in there.”

“Oh yeah, and, now that A-Harbour’s, A-Gender, our platonic situationship has gotten worse somehow! Like it was going good, right?”

“Mhm.”

“I found out they’re BRITISH. So instead of it going good it was going okay, then NOW they tell me secretly that they’re aromantic, and I’m like so confuzzled, now they have to explain to me what platonic attraction is, that I still don’t understand myself?! So now it went from okay to weird. Like we don’t even have the same feelings for each other anymore. And the thing is Harbour just likes to TALK and TALK. Like no disrespect but something needs to be changed! And I have to endure hours of them talking to me in that disgusting, British accent?! The worst thing about this is... after five hours of conversation, they bring up they’re asexual and they hate any map contact or having any sex... So, I endured the talking stage- no, the talking stadium, for no reason!!! It’s not weird anymore---it’s terrible... and now they’re agender... I’m so confused dude...”

Desert Ruins smiles at the huge complaint, making A-Junkyard a little upset. Not for long though, because DR has the perfect idea.

“I have the perfect idea. It’ll make you feel better.”

“It will? Anything will help at this point...”

“Yeah.” DR looks around to see if any other ear twitched from his speech. Nope.

“You needa hop on the Wildwood Waterways train.”

“Wildwood Waterways... train?” Abandoned Junkyard ridiculously imagines Wildwood Waterways as a railway engine.

“You’re thinking of Wildwood Waterways as an actual train, aren’t you bonehead?”

AJ reluctantly nods and DR laughs. “Heheh, funny--- but no. It’s this thing that me, Rustic, Whirlwind, and Central Mass Array have been doing. Almost all of the others hopped on but we’re the best.

AJ’s eyebrow raises. “So what is it?”

“We get the twink Wildwood and compliment the shazz outta him. He can easily let loose, it’s like stealin’ candy from a baby. Then, you slowly get closer, to a point where you’re basically cuddling with him. From here you gotta get the conversation to be sexual, make him say he’s a virgin ‘cus he’s too scared to admit he’s hawk tuah’d all the boys, tell him to keep your wanted encounter a secret so he tells others he’s been used, then go down to town!!!!!”

“Isn’t that... terrible, and extremely manipulative?”

“Ermmmm, isn’t that poo poo and pee pee- Who the freak cares, dude? Y’know? You’re sounding a little like Rustic Jungle. You already know I’m all about morals, don’t test me bro! It’s all just a bit of fun n’ games anyway, it doesn’t flippin’ matter! If he says he wants to get pounded like the twink self he is, he wants to get pounded like the twink self he is! Nobody’s forced him to say that? Nobody’s forcing anybody to say-”

“Okay, okay fine... I get it. You can stop talking. I’ve listened to enough talking from A-Harbour, geez.”

“I’m sorry you decided to date an ohio ahh yapper, blud. But don’t get all angry and project on ME!”

“dude, it was a single senten- Can we both just chill out?!”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”

The silence after that was extremely unpleasant. AJ and DR could only hear the other breathe, for a good thirty seconds too.

With a newly formed headache, AJ breaks the silence. “I’ll hop on the Wildwood Waterways Train.”

Desert Ruins quickly nods. “Okay, cool dude.”

...

Mirage Saloon sits on a couch, smoking on dinkleberg as his beta counterpart End of the Line smokes on Galaxy Gas.

“Why’re you smokin’ on galaxy gas brah, not kewl. Dinkleberg where it at.”

“You killed her.”

“What in tarnation are you goin’ on about, kid.”

“Nightmare Castle. It was you, wasn’t it.”

“What the fu-”

“We all hated her. Nobody liked her. But it wasn’t that serious dude. You didn’t. Have. to do that.”

“I didn’t kill no on- wait. Nightmare Castle’s dead?”

“Oh don’t you try to play dumb now! You know what you did! I had a huge crush on her, I could’ve gotten into the succulent, Nightmussy but now her dead body isn’t even there! I knew you made her disappear on purpose and now I can’t even bang her while she’s dead!”

“...WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“I should be asking you that question! You killed her, Mirage!”

“YOU’RE BARKIN’ UP THE WRONG TREE PAL. DISGUSTING! AND HOW DO YOU KNOW NIGHTMARE CASTLE’S DEAD?! SHE’S PROBABLY LEFT OR SOMETHING??? I DON’T KNOW?! I HOPE GONNA CATCH A CASE BUDDY!”

“You’ll never admit it, but I know you did it! I’m telling everybody!” End Of The Line runs off, and then comes back to point at Mirage and blow his raspberry, then says “Nightmare Castle Killer!” and then runs off for real.

“What the freak is wrong with that kid…” Mirage Saloon takes another puff of Dinkleberg.

Mirage saw the ceiling get closer.

“huh.”

His entire vision became rainbow, flashing lights spiking everywhere invading his vision.

“MIRAGE L. SALOON!!!!!”

He heard, and without pause replied “SORRY DUDE… I’m too busy salooning.”

“MIRAGE, WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!”

“ahaha…..salooning…mirage salooning.”

“IF YOU DON’T REPLY I’M COMING HERE MYSELF.”

Mirage heard another voice. “MIRAGE LUXEMBOURG SALOON, WE NEED TO TALK!”

Mirage stuck his tongue out. “hahaha… talk tuah!”

An angry banana split walks in Mirages view.

“Mirage Saloon! End Of The Line told me NC’s dead?! And YOU’RE the suspect! You’ve gotten anything to say, Mista?!”

“Ice Cream?!” Mirage reaches out to the banana split sundae.

“DUDE! WHY’RE YOU TOUCHING MY BREAST?! I GUESS YOU DON’T FEEL ANY SHAME, PERVERT!”

In reality, the banana split never existed. Decaying Silo just got groped.

Active Volcanic Mines walked in after, and Mirage saw him as a juicy burger.

“MIRAGE SALOON. JUST BECAUSE YOU SMOKE ON DINKLEBERG DOES NOT MEAN YOU GET TO HARASS WOMEN. I BET YOU ACTUALLY KILLED NIGHTMARE CASTLE.”

“Hawk tuah,” says Mirage Saloon.

“WELL, I GUESS IT IS TRUE!! Hey CRAZIES, MIRAGE SALOON’S THE CULPRIT! HE KILLED NIGHTMARE CASTLE SO SHE COULD HAWK TUAH HIM!”

All the Crazy maps started creaming and crying in the exact same way they screamed and cried when they heard that ElectroBlast killed Eye of the Storm.

Mirage Saloon’s Dinkleberg effects stopped. “Wait what?”

Decaying Silo cries, “Nightmare Castle killer!” and blows her raspberry at him. All the Crazy maps come in one by one, and when they’re all there, End Of The Line smirks and goes “We should all throw tomatoes at him because he’s a murderer!”, everyone else replies, “Yeah!” and Mirage Saloon had to intake disusting red gloop thrown everywhere.

End Of The Line also goes, “We should also put bleach in his eyes!”, everyone else replies, “Yeah!” and Mirage Saloon could NOT intake bleach, his screeches going to every corner in the room.

End Of The Line goes again, “We should also hang him upside down and let bugs bite off his skin!”

Everybody immediately left, blink you’ll miss it.

“Oh! Guys?! Guys!!!”

“Huh, I guess nobody’s here. I guess I’ll have to do this myself. Don’t worry, this’ll only hurt a bit...”

Mirage Saloon in fear stares at him. “WHAT THE FREAK!!!!!!!!”

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“Well yeah A-Junkyard... I’m a big fan of books actually... I haven't told anybody that ever in my life...” says Wildwood Waterways.

“Wow. Uh. Tell me more... personal stuff about you.”

“Umm... nobody knows this about me but... I have autism.”

Abandoned Junkyard remembers what DR said. From here you gotta get the conversation to be sexual, make him say he’s a virgin ‘cus he’s too scared to admit he’s hawk tuah’d all the boys,

“Oh! Autism. I didn’t know that. Of course-- I didn’t know that because, you said that! That nobody knows.”

                  OH MY GOD ME we’ve been talking for ninety-six hours just say something sexual STUPID STUPID STUPID

“Autism... That’s hot.”

Wildwood Waterways puts his hands on his face to cover his eyes. “You think my autism is cool? Thanks.”

“Hot... as in cool. Yeah... totally. You're welcome.”

Wildwood takes his hands off his eyes, making actual, eye contact with A-Junkyard. “Can I tell you a secret, Junkyard?”

“Umm, yeah. Sure.”

“Every time someone has a normal conversation with me it always ends with me having to intake sexual encounters with them. I’ve been banged by Desert Ruins, Rustic Jungle, Whirlwind Wasteland, Abandoned Harbour, even Central Mass Array, and he’s retarded... I feel disgusting. Like I have no worth. 8elprup told me to find someone to relate to... and I think you’re him.”

Dagnabbit. Thinks A-Junkyard. I keep putting myself into more problems.

“Oh-you really think so! How nice. Nice.”

“Do you... want to be my... best friend? I have no real friends. I think you’re the only real friend that’s not using me for my body.”

Junkyard’s eyebrows sadden as he smiles. “Yea-Yeah I’ll be your... best friend.”

The Crazy+ server listened to the level 30 player’s request and Wildwood Waterways got voted.

“Oh! Well, erm, that’s my cue. I’ll see ya later... hehe... best friend. We can talk, same time tomorrow!”

“Okay, bye!”

Wildwood Waterways runs to The Place to Shine, and leaves Junkyard’s view.

Junkyard says to himself, “Oh my god. This reeks, this REEKS.”

...

It’s Rustic Jungle’s time to shine. He makes slow and small steps to The Place to Shine, the chat complaining about how long the map’s taking to load. Abandoned Harbour shoved him, “Hurry up, you’ve rivalled against a sloth, how dire shining is!”

Rustic Jungle just had to intake all the bullying, from even the lower maps.

His runtime ceased at 80 seconds, since the last escapee had to do a shortcut in the tower. Eighty seconds could be called rare for him, so he didn’t complain.

But the other Crazy+’s did.

“Dude Rustic Jungle.” DR laughed. “You should kill yourself, NOW! You have no purpose, nobody likes you, I think you should do the only thing that would make your parents proud of you and put the rope on your neck! HAHAHHAHAHAHaHaHAHA! Yeah, I’m a jock.”

“You are mighty slow, Rustic Jungle.”

SZS manically laughed. “Guys, remember, it’s LongJump Jungle! HA HA HA HA HA!”

SZS, AJ, AH, DR, WWWL, DID, CMA, and MOM all start to point and laugh. But RJ on the outside stopped giving emotional feedback to them, so they could stop the bullying. They didn’t bully RJ to see him sad though, they bullied him to make themselves happy. The maps were ecstatic. RJ melted mentally. It was going the worst way possible.

The saddest part about the whole situation was how RJ always went through the bullying that happened almost every time he got picked. Maybe he should listen to DR and never go to The Place to Shine ever again. The devs will try to fix him, but it’ll never work. And they’ll finally delete him, he’ll be free from the bullying! He’ll be free, so free!

No. I have to live. I can’t end it.

AH taps RJ’s shoulder. “By the way, I personally think you don't have to live, and you can end it because I hate niggers.”

Don’t listen to him Rustic Jungle. Just keep- “WAIT, THE N WORD?! AH, YOU’RE BRITISH?! HE JUST SAID THE N WORD?! HARD R AND EVERYTHING? DID Y’ALL JUST NOT HEAR HIM?!”

“What? No sir! My skin tone does not match the needed one to say that disgusting word! Plus, I hate cussing, no, no!”

SZS growls. “How could you say something so bad, so terrible?!... About AH? A-Harbour is super nice and demure, and also his pronouns are they/them, homophobe.”

AJ struts to RJ. “How could you misgender my bro, bro?! We have a problem?”

“Gulp.” gulps RJ. “No sir. It was an accident; I love my nonbinary brothers.”

“BROTHERS?! I’M GONNA BEAT YOU UP!”

“I MEANT NONBINARY SIBLINGS! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME PLEASE!”

“Sir RJ misgendered me! We shall throw tomatoes at him, yea?” The Crazy+’s reply, “Yeah!” Then disgusting red gloop engulfs RJ almost like Wildwood Waterways when he gets when he gets when he gets when h

“His eye shall be poisoned by sodium hypochlorite and water!” The Crazy+’s reply, “Yeah!” Then RJ’s screams almost hurt their ears as much as the bleach hurt him, and everybody started screaming as they continued putting bleach on his eyes.

The screaming stops.

DR scoffs. “Okay so A-Harbour kinda got chosen to shine so we can’t follow his third order. Who wants to substitute for him.”

“I can.” Goes WWWL.

“Okay, go for it.” DR replies.

“We should also hang him upside down and let bugs bite off his skin!”

Everybody immediately left. Blink and you’ll miss it.

RJ gulps. “Don’t touch me!”

“Nah, I wasn’t actually gonna do that honestly. A little birdie just recommended I said that. I dunno why.

“Oh okay. Thank God.”

A-Harbour came back. “What activities did I miss out on!”

...

Abandoned Junkyard’s chilling against a wall. He’s crossing his arms, one knee up with the bottom of his foot implanted on the surface. His mind lacks content from the result of his super needed meditation. “Super needed” to get away from one, Abandoned Harbour’s nonsense, two, Wildwood Waterways calling him his best friend, and three, the glitches the new updates had caused in him. Now there’s tilt added to freaky mode and speed up, and it felt like insanity had mauled him. So now he needs... to be alone. It’d been twenty minutes since he started meditating; it didn’t fail him, his body thrived.

Unfortunately for Abandoned Junkyard, The-Same-Time-Tomorrow that Wildwood Waterways talked about is now.

“Hi best friend!” said Wildwood.

“AGH! Oh, Wildwood.” He yelped (while having to squeeze himself back into existence). “Hi. Wildwood.”

“So! Are we gonna talk about stuff again?” Wildwood beamed. Like, anything.”

“Uh, yeah. Soooo...”

Silence poisoned the air. The only thing audible was Desert Ruins and Sub-ZeroSphere clappin’ and plappin’ but let’s just say it was silence that poisoned the air.

“They’re having sex.” goes AJ.

“Yeah they are. They always do.” Wildwood blatantly replies.

“DDUHHHHH!!! DUHH DUHH DUHH!!!!!”

“I guess Central Mass Array’s joining in.” Goes WWWW.

“Yeah.”

They look at each other for a while, fear installing in Wildwood. They’re supposed to be best friends, and best friends always talk without needing to think about it. AJ still wanted to hop on the Wildwood Waterways Train, even if it was the last thing he would do.

I need that Wildwood bussy

“I lowkey wish I was Central Mass Array, not ganna lie.”

All the fear in Wildwood uninstalls. “Right?! He’s so challenging, the pros love him, all the other maps respect him, only the noobs hate him.” His face lights up. “And that exploding core thing is sooo cool! I wish I was made by ElectroBlast... I’m glad someone can agree with me.”

JE. SUS. CHRIST I FREAKING HATE THIS WILDWOOD DUDE. ONCE I GET INTO WILDWOOD’S WATERWAYS I’M GONNA RAM HIM MORE THAN A FIVE FOOT TALL RGB COMPUTER BECAUSE HE’S SO FREAKING STUPID.

“I know right Wildwood? Me too.”

Of course it’s “me too” I said the thing first.

“Oh! I got voted AJ, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, Wildwood, bye!”

Abandoned Junkyard wishes instead of him saying he’ll be right back he would say “See you tomorrow” or something. The server worsened, they started spam voting Minds of Misery and Whirlwind Wasteland.

AJ takes a deep breath. It’s all just so I can hit. He thinks. And once I hit I can never ever tawk tuem again. God, please let this demure ahh boy hawk tuah me instead of tawking tuah me.

Abandoned Junkyard stands around awkwardly, knowing when Wildwood comes back their attempts at “conversation” will be even more awkward. He felt clueless.

CMA goes “DDUHHH~!!!! DUH DUH!!!! IM ABOUTAA DUHHHHHHHHH!” and his squirt flies everywhere coating the room in white.

Central Mass Array is lucky, but I know I’m gonna be just like him by 9:00 P.M. Abandoned Junkyard looks at his watch. “WAIT A MINUTE, IT’S 8:50!”

I HAVE TO HIT ON WILDWOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wildwood Waterways skips back right to AJ’s chest before he says happily, “AJ, I’m back!”

Unexpectedly from AJ without pause he goes “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE LET ME HIT!!! PLEASE I WANNA HIT SO BAD PLEASE JUST LET ME HIT THAT WILDUSSY PLEASEEE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!”

You can call AJ Georgie Porgie the way he kissed a girl and made them cry! Wildwood Waterways busted down in pure tears upon hearing "Wildussy". If I were him, I would've killed myself but what do I know.

Anyways follow @ccheesecaker on the gram im a big black beautiful queen i shake it every day on there and give u special dms if u comment frequently ight im out

...

“I’m useless, I’m disgusting,” WWWW sobs to himself in a corner. In the end all the persuasion caught up to him and he let AJ hit. He felt this odd pleasure pain physically from the (Flood Escape 2 map) Abandoned Junkyard’s thirty-inch dongitylongalong, and the only person he blames is himself because he always just kept letting himself into these situations he doesn’t even want. Just pleasing people. Thinking about himself second. He doesn’t deserve anything.

All he says now is that he’s useless and disgusting. Those are the only words in mental rotation because every time he gets banged by a Roblox map his brain works less and less. He worries now that any time anyone talks to him, no matter how friendly or platonic they seem, all they’ll want is to pound him. Even his best friend just used him. That’s all everybody does!

His biggest wishes were to chop off his feet arms and knees to feel peace. If only that could happen. Maybe he should never go to The Place to Shine ever again. The devs will try to cure him, but it’ll never work. And they’ll finally delete him, he’ll be free from the bullying!

Just as he was about to say his 33,856th “I’m disgusting!”, Desert Ruins stomps to the corner he’s in. “Yo Wildwood. I’m feelin’ angry. You know the drill.”

Wildwood, cheeks puffy, with obvious tears running down his face, will not be receiving an ounce of sympathy from Desert Ruins. (instead he will be receiving twelve ounces of nut.) WWWW sniffs. “O-okay.” and got a lift up by DR’s hand to the This Portal.

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“GUYS CHOOSE DARK-SCI FACILITY!”
“OH MY GOODNESS, DARK SCI. VOTE IT, HURRY!
“chat we r COOKED :sob:”
“watch me beat dsf chat”

Dark-Sci Facility smirked. “Throughout heaven and the earth, I alone am the honoured one.” he puts his hood up and goes to The Place to Shine.

Lost Desert giggles. “Y’all isn’t he so fine. He’s my man foreal.”

“You’re not pulling Dark-Sci Facility dude.” Abandoned Facility laughs. “He has so much aura.”

“GIRL... Let a woman believe!”

The frame switches to Rustic Jungle at a door, admiring how Dark Sci Facility and the fact that he has glazers. How come a map so easy still gets so much love?

RJ begins to zone out, feeling confusion alongside admiration. Oh, to be like Dark Sc-

A basketball it seemed thrashed deep in RJ’s stomach. “YEEOUCH! Oh my God!” Something didn’t hit him; someone did. Closing his eyes, wailing in pain, he heard an almost silent whisper,

“I apologize.”

When he opened his eyes, the person had vanished.

“Odd.” He said to himself.

Rustic Jungle no longer felt safe, so he decides to go somewhere else. He wonders how it would feel to be with the Crazy maps. He went down a long hallway to the elevator, but it didn’t work for a while. It was probably the coward that ran from him in there. Honestly, he liked it. Someone hurting him whilst he’s defenceless, and then running away in fear. The respect he deserves.

When he opened the Crazy maps apartment door, he saw what he saw.

A ritual, they‘re trying to find Nightmare Castle’s soul, and Mirage Saloon’s the sacrifice. A giant stick is in the middle of his body, stuck up his arsehole and through the middle of his brain, and he’s getting lowered into a fire. The other Crazy maps sing a demonic sounding song going, Ooooooo, eeyyyyyyyy, alalalala, eeyyyyyyy. End Of The Line is the main ritual teller guy thing. In a demonically deep voice he went,
“Oh Satan! We give you our brother, Mirage Saloon, and we ask for you to refund the soul given to you Satan!” the singing infilled the room as he spoke.

Any detail on RJ’s face that could be widened is. “GUYS! WHAT’RE YOU DOING?!”

The singing and the lowering of Mirage ceases. The fire still cracks in the background.

Decaying Silo pointed at Rustic. “EEEK! A Crazy+!”

“What do you guys think you’re doing to Mirage?!”

Underworld Castle rolls his eyes. “It might look bad Mr. Crazy plus, but you guys don’t understand how it’s like to have a dead map that was once your friend!”

“So you need to kill someone else?!”

RJ, upset, stomps into the Crazy+ apartment room and the stick out Mirage’s pothole leaving a hole through his entire body from his head open. “Poor Mirage Saloon has to die because you miss your friends? What did he ever do to you?”

The crazies went, “We’re sorry Crazy+...”

“What Crazy+ even are you?” Decaying Silo asked.

RJ felt the honour come inside of him. “I... am Rustic Jungle.” sounding suspiciously like Jack Black.

“Oh, you’re that map that everybody hates.”

Ignis Peaks leans on Decaying Silo. “Decaying Silo’s right. People always call you LongJump Jungle. You’re going to keep taking that disrespect, weak boy?”

Mirage sees the bullying of Rustic, but he’s feeling the bullying of himself. He stares into Rustic Jungle’s eyes and feels his own spirit somehow.

Then Rustic stares back.

...

Mirage Saloon lay in bed, his eyes wide, his mind only able to think of what would’ve happened to him if Rustic didn't interfere. You’re the map that everybody hates he remembers clearly Decaying Silo saying that. Disrespect. He remembers Ignis mentioned. Rustic Jungle is disrespected. Mirage Saloon is also being disrespected.

“I’m being a weak boy,” He whispers to himself. “I’m not gonna keep on takin’ this darn disrespect.”

A need for justice overtook Mirage’s being. The blanket’s pressure on him feels so nice, the warmth so pleasurable, but he sticks out his used to be comforted arm, trying to embrace the opposing cold. I’m Mirage Saloon, I’ve been respected by my Crazy pals and loved by the players all my life. And now I have to uphold it. My honour. The respect I deserve.

Finally, his entire body is out freezing. He goes to the Crazy+ apartment. It’s three in the morning so everybody in there’s sleeping as usual. Mirage remembers the top dog is Desert Ruins, so he taps his shoulder. Desert Ruins snores louder, and the cold pisses Mirage Saloon off, so he just shakes the living shazz out of him until he gives a battle cry, “WHO IS IT THAT AWAKES ME?!”

“Woah fella!” goes Mirage.

“Dude what freaking time is it dude—Are you a Crazy brah? You need to go back to your room.”

“I know it seems odd bud, but nobody accepts me down in the Crazy room no more. I wanna talk to someone hella superior.”

“Uh yeah I’m tired like a mf bro but just tell me what’s up at three in the morning.”

“Okay, I’ll tell it to you DR. Disrespect to me in general’s everbloomin’. It feels like something-

HONK... SHOOOOOOOO

“Gosh, we’ve got a tired one.”

Desert Ruins is snoring so loud as a side effect from the twelve ounces of his desert sauce busted in Wildwood Waterways. Anyways, Mirage didn’t want to wake up Rustic Jungle, but he had no other choice. In the dark, he found a body and put his hand on his shoulder. “Hm?” Mirage heard before beginning to talk.

“Rustic Jungle... I owe you my life man, for what cha did back there. I mean—you didn’t have to do it, but cha did. And I think ya did it because ya saw yaself in me. You’re hated they say. I guess what I’m trying to say is I can be a part of ya life now. Just a thanks for saving me from those Crazy maps. I hope the others see as much potential in ya as I do. That’s all Rustic. Seeya.” He rubs Rustic’s shoulder and walks away, grinning ear to ear.

And Wildwood Waterways wonders why some rando called him Rustic Jungle.

...

Rustic Jungle wakes up to Mirage Saloon next to him. When Mirage Saloon came back to his bed after saying his little speech, he couldn’t sleep for two hours. That’s why he brought a torch to sit next to sleeping Rustic and awkwardly sit on the bed and kick his feet. Well, more than that. Mirages head sat on Rustic’s stomach and he drooled.

“WOAH, MIRAGE!”

The last encounter RJ had with him was RJ simply trying to save him from a ritual. Just normal human empathy, nothing more nothing less. And now they’re SLEEPING on each other?!

Then Mirage Saloon gives Rustic Jungle the cutest sleepiest little look ever and whatever he thought about saying against him crumbled. “Hm?” went Mirage.

How come some weird cowboy looking dude could be so cute? Rustic Jungle began to play with his curls until---

“OH MY CRAZYBLOX!” a truly terrified screech comes from the other side of the room. Mirage feels foreign watching all the other Crazy+’s crowd around someone.

“Waterways you good bruh?!” goes Abandoned Junkyard. Wildwood Waterways shakes at the rodent daring to ever talk to him again. “Get away from me!” He throws a pillow at AJ and he tips over on Sub-ZeroSphere.

“Ow, dude, what was that for?!”

“GET AWAY! STAY AWAY FROM ME GET BACK!”

Sub-ZeroSphere shoves AJ off of himself. “Ew.”

“It seems Wildwood needs his space, how we should respect him.” goes A-Harbour. Desert Ruins shrugs and backs off, the rest of the maps following. Wildwood Waterways grabs the pillow from the floor and shoved it in his face. He vibrated whilst sobbing into the pillow like it was a mother.

“Is that feller there okay?” Mirage looks Rustic in the eyes. RJ gulps and says in his throat, “Tha... that’s Wildwood, don’t worry- don’t worry about him.”

Mirage Saloon’s worry’s all on him though. His brain focuses only on the poor dude’s voice, going, “I’m gonna do it...I’m gonna do it... I’m gonna commit I have to commit I have to do it I’m gonna... I’m gonna...” he began hyperventilating, casually being ignored by the Crazy+’s.

Mirage got off of Rustic Jungle’s stomach. “Yeah, I oughta check that out. B.R.B.”

“Hey pal, ya alright?”

Immediately Wildwood recognizes his voice. He thought he was dreaming, but that wouldn’t make sense anymore. His breathing becomes slower, still heavy. He felt a hand rubbing his back.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now, partner.”

Wildwood Waterways can’t know how he’ll be able to trust him. But he wants to try his best to believe that he’s a good guy. I mean, he sounds like a generic cowboy, that’s cool, but he can’t know anymore.

“Look, we all got problems and trouble, y’know? Some worse than others. But we’re all gonna be okay in the end. Whatever happened to you, if it’s rare, or common, it’ll pass, and one day you’re gonna be so happy! I’m looking for a way to smile in anything, no matter how bad it gets. And I hope the same be for you. Even if I’ve never talked to you before.”

Wildwood put his face out of the pillow. “I can’t trust anything anymore. Even your words. I’m sorry.”

“Can you trust Rustic?”

He remembers that guy was trying to talk to “Rustic” last night, but he never explicitly said what Rustic did. Apparently Rustic saved the guy’s life. What’s so good about this Rustic guy.

His voice cracks upon saying, “What, Rusti- Rustic Jungle? What about him.”

“You’ve never seen anything different in him? Anything... special?”

Immediately he remembers 8elprup’s words,

if your going through any problems or like anything crazy. just find someone special to resonate with lol

Maybe Abandoned Junkyard wasn’t the special one. His naivety blinded him.

“Earth to... what’s your name?”

“Wildwood. Wildwood Waterways.”

“I’m Mirage Saloon. Nice to meet you kid.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

“So, you mind telling me what happened?”

Wildwood hesitantly shakes his head. His decision wasn’t hesitant though, he was stern on telling nobody.

“It’s fine.”

They sat next to each other quietly. “I can tell you about something.” Mirage Saloon went. “Yesterday, I got framed for killing Nightmare Castle shortly after Eye Of The Storm died. All the relationships I’ve built with my peers, vanished. They didn’t let me have a single say. Nobody interfered, nobody went Mirage Saloon wouldn’t do that! They just. Believed I did it. They tortured me. They put a stick through my body. They hung me. They almost sacrificed me.”

“And then Rustic Jungle, saved you?”

“Don’t know how you know but you’re damn right he did. He went ‘Poor Mirage gotta die ‘cause you miss your friends?’ He defended me. He didn’t know me but he defended me.”

“Wow. I didn’t know a 6.5 could be so nice.”

“I thought all Crazy+’s were terrible people. We don’t know alotta stuff down here after all. And the truth is, when they let me out of the torturing device, and targeted their hatred to Rustic... I saw his soul. Through his eyes the purest spirit beholds. I felt this sense, this bond. I bet he saw himself in me too.”

Wildwood breathed in then out. This is who 8elprup was trying to point at, not AJ. Wildwood you stupid, stupid, stupid! I should’ve just been patient and tried not to force anything. My stubbornness has led to this.

“It seems Rustic is a good guy,” Wildwood said, though it hurt. Rustic still had more sexual encounters with him than platonic encounters and that left a bad taste in his mouth. But he may be the key to everything. He looked across the room to see Rustic dissociating. He’s just like me...

“Fine. I’ll go see what’s up.” Wildwood said, wiping his tears and standing up.

Mirage Saloon cheered.