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-Builderman POV:-

Builderman was currently hunched over at the desk in his cabin and working on some blueprints for a new sentry design that could withstand more hits from any killer he and the other survivors have to go up against whenever the power eventually cut out again…. (Yeahhhh y’all know what’s happening next 😭).

The lamp on the desk —the only thing illuminating the dark cabin in the darkness of the forest he and the others were trapped in by the Spectre— flickered and eventually cut out completely. “Damn it…” Builderman groaned, rubbed his temples, and grabbed his trusty hardhat from beside him and put it on before pushing away from the desk and leaving his cabin to join the others who were probably already in the main cabin and working on a game-plan to fix the generators.

This wasn’t anything new, he and the others have been doing this mind-numbing cycle for the past what? Week? Year? Decade?! Nobody could tell anymore, nor did anybody care at this point. Death wasn’t anything to care much about either because anybody who died during one of these ‘rounds’ would just wake up in their cabin like they didn’t just get brutally ripped apart by John Doe or Jason. (Anyway enough with the hc’s and worldbuilding, let’s get to the plot !!).

After a bit of discussion Builderman spoke up to finalize the plan, “So here’s what we’re gonna do; Two Time, Noob, Dusekkar, Chance, and 7n7, y’all get t’ do th’ generators. Guest and Shed will go beat up the killer. Elliot, you will be on standby just in case one of us gets hurt. I’ll set up th’ sentries and dispensers in their usual spots.” Everybody seemed okay with the plan, or at least they couldn’t think of anything better so they headed out.

-Map of choice for convenience: Yorik’s resting place-

(Don’t ask how they got here, I’m writing this at 4:45 am, I’m tired af 💀💀)

Builderman silently breaks away from the chatty group to go set up a sentry by the graveyard. The gravestones were chipped and worse for wear and there were still some faint blood stains on them from past rounds. Once he hammered the last sheets of metal into place he decided to get to work on the generator that was tucked behind a few gravestones not even 6 feet away. Builderman had done this hundreds of times, this would be a piece of cake. (No, it would not💀)

Usually the generators would be easy for an experienced mechanic like him but for some reason the damn hunk of metal just wouldn’t start up. The chilling breeze bit at him despite the jacket he was wearing and the smell of rain wafted in alongside the breeze.

Wait…

Rain..?

That was… weird. The weather had always been clear skies with a slight breeze and the moon was always out and shining. Builderman looks up at the sky and sees dark clouds slowly making their way across the star-filled void. The wind was picking up and it was clear a storm was approaching. Rapidly.

What made this situation ever weirder was the lack of the other survivors’ presence, usually 007n7 or Chance would have come by now and helped with the generator or picked up a medkit or something. He hadn’t even seen any trace of the killer, no corrupted spikes or any of c00lkidd‘s minions. Maybe it was just Jason playing the long game? Eh, it’s probably nothing to worry about, that just probably means that Shedletsky and Guest were doing a good job.

As Builderman sat there lost in height and studying the abnormal weather he failed to notice the generator leaking oil onto the grass and the smoke emanating from it, until the wires he had in his hands sparked and he was forced to let go and fell back to the ground only to notice the catastrophe unfurling in front of him. The generator looked like it was gonna blow. Builderman barely had any time to react before the generator blew up and stray shrapnel tore at his right arm. (Yeowch)

Builderman knew he had to leave, the sound of the explosion could attract the killer to his location and possibly put the others in danger. With a grunt of pain, Builderman successfully managed to push himself up from off of the ground and stumble away from the graveyard. He needed to set up a dispenser but his —now bleeding— arm hurt too much to function properly. “Fuckkk, where is Elliot when ya need him..?“

Builderman continues to walk around, trying to find Elliot or anybody who could offer a medkit. Rain had started to fall at this point, obscuring Builderman’s vision and making the search for assistance more difficult.

Builderman eventually stumbles across a figure that was facing away from him, a couple steps closer and he recognizes the bright red uniform shirt and visor, though Elliot appeared to be on… fire? Maybe he was just caught by c00lkidd’s walk speed override and was still under the ‘burn’ effect. “Elliot?” Elliot turns to face him with a deadpan, almost annoyed expression.

“There ya are man, I need a lil help. One of them generators exploded an’—“

Builderman was cut off by having a pizza thrown at him and hitting him directly in the face and before he knew it, he too was on fire. And it hurt. It hurt a lot. Elliot (..?) pushed him to the ground and was about to finish him off with a whole ass box of pizza when he saw a flash of neon green and pitch black push Elliot (..?) to the ground before his vision went black and everything felt fuzzy…

(Erm, idk anymore 💀💀)

I’m tired of trying, here’s my deviant art page if y’all wanna see the designs 

https://www.deviantart.com/gorpthegorpling/gallery/96344679/ao3-swap-au

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-Dusekkar + Two Time and Noob-

The retired technical director was currently working on a generator in front of the manor with Two Time on his right and Noob to his left. Dusekkar held his Staff of the Winds tightly, he felt a twinge of unease in his gut. It had been unsettlingly silent save for the sound of the poisonous river and the breeze rustling through the half-dead trees.

Dusekkar snapped out of his thoughts as he felt the generator whirr to life. He stood up and brushed any dirt and dust off of his robes before noticing the faint pillar of smoke rising in the distance. From the looks of it, it appeared to be close to the graveyard.

“Something appears to have been set ablaze, as one can see by the smoky haze…” Dusekkar comments, gesturing to the smoke.

“O-oh dear, w-what if somebody got hurt..?” Noob replies nervously, the poor guy was shaking like a leaf even though there had been no sign of danger the entire round.

“I suppose we could go check it out. I pray to the Spawn that nobody of great importance was injured..” Two Time says with an unsettlingly cheery attitude.

“Then I suppose we should go with great haste, for we have no time to waste,” Dusekkar notices the dark clouds drifting across the sky and covering the moon. “For in the distance I see a great rain, and getting stuck in that shall be a pain…” The pumpkin-headed technician took the lead and started floating his way down the steps and in the direction of the smoke. Noob and Two Time followed closely behind.

The rain started off light, then it transformed into a heavy downpour in a matter of minutes. The three survivors had to press on though, curiosity and concern getting the better of them and clouding their judgement. Dusekkar’s levitation made travelling much easier compared to Noob and Two Time, who were occasionally slipping on the wet grass.

The group approached the graveyard and started searching for the cause of the fire, it was more difficult due to the smoke clearing up and the rain obscuring their visions. The search was put to an end when Dusekkar heard Noob nervously call out to him and Two Time saying that they found the cause of the problem... A destroyed generator that appeared to have exploded or something like that. The smoking seemed to have mostly stopped and the fire was put out thanks to the rain.

After further investigation, Dusekkar found a small splatter of blood on the grass that somehow wasn’t washed away by the rain yet. Noob also sees the blood splatter and starts panicking a bit.

“O-oh god… somebody did get hurt, a-and the generator’s b-broken! How are we g-gonna get power now!?” Dusekkar had to put a hand on Noob’s shoulder to keep them steady.

“Perhaps we should regroup with the others,” Two Time suggests, “that is, if we can even find them in this weather… by The Spawn, I’ve never once seen any rain here at all and now there’s a whole storm, should we be concerned? What if this means the Spectre-” Two Time gets cut off by the sound of a twig snapping, they turn around and are met face-to-face with a winged, hooded figure holding a glowing silver sword. The Illumina…

There wasn't any time to react before the hooded figure lunged forward at Two Time, swinging their sword and striking the cultist in the side of the head, knocking them to the ground and activating their second life. Dusekkar jumps into action and tries to zap the new foe, which (unsurprisingly) misses. The figure turns their attention towards Dusekkar and throws their sword at him similar to how 1x1x1x1 would use their Entanglement ability. The Illumina hits Dusekkar head on and stuns him, which gives the hooded figure another chance to attack.

Noob was watching this from the sidelines, completely frozen in fear. What were they even supposed to do in this situation? All they had was a can of bloxy cola and a ghost burger. Some random angry bird man started attacking them out of nowhere in the middle of a rainstorm. The sentinels were nowhere to be seen, there was nobody to help so they ran. They ran away from their attacker. They ran away from their friends who desperately needed them.

Dusekkar tried to fight back but there was nothing he could do. His zap ability was still recharging and he was bleeding heavily from the injuries he had received from the mock entanglement. It didn’t take long for the attacker to have him down on the ground. The hooded attacker didn’t finish him off, instead they went after the fleeing Noob. With the last of his strength, Dusekkar reached for his Wind Staff laying on the ground next to him and used a shield spell on Noob before passing out and letting the void claim him.

Almost instantly, Dusekkar woke up with a start back in his cabin. He could feel the ache of his injuries even though the respawn process completely healed those who were unfortunate enough to die. He groaned and levitated his way back to the powerless main cabin where Two Time was sitting there, seemingly waiting for him and the others to either die too or return.

Dusekkar couldn’t stop thinking about the attacker. The only other person he knew who wielded the Illumina at some point was Shedletsky… surely the former admin wouldn’t attack them? All Dusekkar could do was wait and hope his teammates somehow restore the power and return to their cabins unharmed.

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-Noob-

Noob was currently running for their life. From what you may ask? The answer is an angry bird man weilding a sword that massacred Noob’s friends right in front of them.

Noob had gotten a head start thanks to Two Time’s unwilling sacrifice and Dusekkar's shield spell that he cast right before he died.

Now Noob was all alone, running through the rain and trying to escape an inevitable death from this new killer that was… not chasing them? Noob looked behind their shoulder to see nothing, no killer, no dead friends, nothing.

This confused Noob as much as it would anybody else but they had to keep going. They knew at this point that staying could very well be a death sentence and they weren't about to let Two Time and Dusekkar’s sacrifices be in vain. Noob speed-walks up the steps leading to the manor and takes shelter inside.

This was a weird and very terrifying round. Hopefully taking shelter would give Noob enough time to calm down and either try to find a way to re-group with the other survivors and figure out what the actual fuck is going on or make their way back to the cabins and cry themselves to sleep… again.

The sound of rain against the old and cracked windows of the manor was somewhat comforting to Noob. That was, atleast, until he heard footsteps. Loud and heavy footsteps that seemed to shake Noob’s very own soul. Noob takes multiple steps away from the door and tries to hide somewhere in the back of the manor.

The footsteps sounded like it belonged to 1x1 or John Doe. Both of them had detection abilities. What if they were here to finish them off? What made matters worse was that they heard Bluudud’s voice. It was muffled so Noob couldn't make out what he was saying but that didn't really matter since it seemed like everybody was about to find Noob and kill them.

The footsteps just grew closer and closer until they were at the door of the manor. Noob hid under the table to hopefully prolong their fate for a little while longer.

“Huh, weird, I coulda sworn I saw that yellow dude 1x was talking’ about run in here,” Bluudud says.

“Hmm, perhaps they were wrong… it wouldn't be the first time. We should have Jason take a look at their eye once we get back.” Another voice chimes in. This voice was familiar yet so different at the same time.

Noob peeks out from under the table slightly, maybe Bluudud and this new mystery guy weren't here to hurt them. What if they were here to help? Or they could be trying to lure Noob out with a false sense of security…

Noob decides that it's worth the gamble and they slowly and carefully climb out from underneath the table, keeping an eye on the doors to their right, another escape route Guest showed them the third time in Yorik’s resting place.

“H-here… I'm right here..” Noob speaks quietly as they slowly make their way to the entrance of the manor where they see a large man, similar in appearance to John Doe, just tired and without his corruption on his face and arms. On the man’s shoulders sat a small blue child who Noob assumed was Bluudud.

These certainly weren't the killers Noob was used to running from, were these guys even killers at all? They looked like they had been through quite a lot considering both of them looked a bit banged up.

“See,” Bluudud says, pointing at Noob and looking down at ‘John Doe’, who was carefully holding onto Bluudud and trying to keep the blue raspberry colored child from falling. “I told you I saw somebody! Hey, you kinda look like Noob but like- not all ghostly n stuff.”

Bluudud's comments about Noob’s non-ghostly appearance made Noob start to question a lot of things. Was there really a version of them out there that was not only a ghost, but one that also knows these passive versions of Bluudud and John Doe? This night just kept on getting weirder and weirder.

“Well, I suppose we should take you back with us. If we're here then the chances that our versions of our killers are here as well is pretty high.” John Doe spoke up, he had already caught on that they might be in an alternate universe somehow.

“Uhh, y-yeah. J-just lead the way I guess…” Noob replies, naively trusting these strangers with their life.

Noob wasn't too sure where John Doe and Bluudud were taking them, the scenery was completely different, it was as if they were in a completely new world. Noob felt a twinge of unease as the trio reached a set of dimly lit cabins, they could see an ominous lime- green glow from inside the largest cabin that made their heart race.

Bluudud climbed down John Doe's back and jumped down to the ground to open the door to the cabin for the other two. Noob noticed that this version of Bluudud was considerably shorter than his killer counterpart, it was certainly something Noob would have to get used to.

Noob didn't even take one step inside the cabin before having a dark green, almost pitch black, sword (which they assumed to be a daemonshank) thrown at them which miraculously landed in the dark oak wood right next to their head.

“OH MY TELAMON, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT BRINGING MORE OF THESE MORONS BACK!?!” a loud, yet familiarly static, voice broke through the silence, a large figure revealed themselves from a separate room in the cabin. Noob immediately recognized the red eyes, or rather, eye, the green domino crown, and the translucent green torso. The only differences to note was the crown was chipped and broken and 1x had all sorts of scars and injuries all over their body. “I DONT NEED ANYMORE IDIOTS TO TAKE CARE OF!!” 1x gestures to the couch behind them where a familiar figure lay bandaged and unconscious
Builderman…

Noob wasted no time pushing past 1x, who replied with an annoyed growl, to run to their friends side. “W-what happened to him?” Noob asks.

“The moron somehow got himself blown up and set on fire in the same minute…” 1x answers, they had calmed down a considerable amount since Noob had arrived thanks to John Doe offering a lime to 1x. “He was lucky I was there to beat up that pizza delivery fuck before he got killed.”

Noob connects the dots and comes to the conclusion that Builderman was hurt by the blown up generator they, Two Time, and Dusekkar had found earlier and had been attacked by the swapped version of Elliot. The memory of leaving Two Time and Dusekkar behind flashes through their mind and fills Noob with a sense of guilt. They hoped that everybody was safe and wouldn't be too worried about Noob and Builderman’s disappearance.

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-cabins-

The other survivors had managed to make it safely back to the cabins, unfortunately they could not finish the generators since one of them literally blew up so the cabins were left without power.

Chance was attempting to start a fire in the fireplace while Guest was doing a headcount of the survivors only to notice that Builderman and Noob were missing.

Shedletsky also noticed this and was panicking a little. His best friend and the most squishiest and helpless survivor were still out there probably lost and afraid, at least Noob was, Builderman was probably pissing off whatever killer that was supposed to be chasing them with his sentries and, as Chance would say, breaking their ankles.

Elliot had gotten started with trying to make dinner like usual but it was pretty difficult considering there was no power, which meant no oven, which meant no pizza. It was fine though, Elliot could just try to whip up something else from whatever leftover ingredients could be found in the refrigerator- oh wait. That needed power to preserve food… “damn it.”

007n7 was sitting on a couch next to Taph (yup he’s here now, don’t ask). Taph was fiddling awkwardly with his hands, occasionally glancing at the former hacker who seemed rather distressed, like, more than usual. “🫵👍❓ 🫵👀☹️”

007n7 snapped out of his thoughts and looked over at Taph, “Y-yeah, I’m fine, just… tired…” which was an obvious lie but who cares? Not his fellow survivors, that’s for sure.

Taph replies with a thumbs up and goes back to staring at the gambler who finally lit the fire after 7 matches and a last ditch effort from an old lighter Chance had somehow kept with him ever since he had been forsakened to this damned forest.

Two Time and Dusekkar were sitting at the table and discussing the new foe that had killed them earlier. Dusekkar considered telling Shedletsky about it but his gut told him not to do it. Two Time couldn’t get over the fact that the angry chicken man with a sword had instantly killed them, no second life, nothing.

Today was a weird day, that was for sure.