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PUNCHPARTY FIC LORE

• Party Noob in Forsaken
• The Spectre is the thing possessing MR and protecting Poob in Regretevator
• The Spectre takes Poob to Forsaken while sending Noob to Regretevator
• Noob takes a liking to Pest, as he reminds them of Guest 666
• Canon ships outside Punchparty:
• Paycheck
• Buildermon 
• Azuretime
• Noob666
• Johnjane
• Voidcode
• In this AU, Shedletsky (Telamon) adopts 1x4 and Taph to train them to take Telamon’s place. Builderman eventually comes into the picture and helps
• 1x4 is older than Taph and had more pressure on them
• 1x4 became Telamon’s hatred, Taph became Telamon’s insecurities
• Builderman and Shedletsky think they failed the kids, but Shed hides it by thinking that it’s 1x4’s fault
• Azure and Guest 666 are killers in this AU
• Azure still loves Twotime, but the Spectre makes him kill them against his will
• Twotime doesn’t fight back, thinking that this is what they deserve
• Guest 666 HATES Noob
• Guest thinks that Noob abandoned them, unaware that Builderman was the one who banned him
• When Noob gets sent to Regretevator and replaced with Poob, 666 notices. He knows this isn’t the right noob, but still targets them anyway
• John Doe loves Jane, but can’t recognize her
• Chance protects Elliot anytime he can. Elliot doesn't really care, but does get annoyed with his antics
• MEANWHILE, in Regretevator…
• Everyone is confused about why Noob is here
• Pest likes Noob, but weirdly misses Poob
• Folly and Null are trying to figure out what the hell is going on, MR won’t explain

POOB LORE

• Support abilities for Poob
• Party horn
• Poob blows their party horn, any player within a 20 stud radius gets healing (5% per second for 4 seconds)
• Does NOT heal Poob themselves 
• 2 second windup
• If a killer is in their vicinity, the sound stuns them for 1 second
• 30-second cooldown
• MR’s blessing
• Heals themself (2% per second for 2 seconds)
• Gives them helpless and invincibility V for 3 seconds
• 20-second cooldown
• Party Hat Drop
• Poob drops their party hat, giving them speed III for 4 seconds, while giving them weakness II and highlighting their aura to the killer for 5 seconds
• 25-second cool down
• Surprise!
• Poob throws a surprise party for the killer. With a 6-second windup, they can make a 15-stud radius, where if the killer is inside, they get stunned for 5 seconds but ONLY WHILE POOB IS INSIDE
• If the killer doesn’t walk into the party for 20 seconds, the party ends automatically
• 2 surprise parties per round
• 45-second cooldown
• Must use Party horn twice to unlock the ability
• Poob in Forsaken
• Poob is terrified of what’s happening to them
• They miss their home and family
• 1337 tries to comfort them and protect them during rounds
• Poob always tries to heal 1337 in return
• Relationships
• Huge crush on 1337 (in this AU, Daisy is just a friend to 1337)
• Jealous of 007n7, as he and 1337 are friends
• Likes to hang out with Elliot and Chance
• Mafioso’s men have a crush on them
• Matt HATES them, because he likes 1337
• Views Builderman and Shedletsky as their dads (unaware that Shed is Telamon)
• Scared of Slasher, but once 1337 opens up to them about him, Poob has lots of sympathy, yet they’re still scared
• Lives in 1337’s room despite having their own
• They can see and hear the Spectre, but they are unable to tell the rest of them that
• 1x1x1x1 HATES Poob specifically because 1x4 thinks Poob is Shed and Builderman’s replacement child
• Likes building nests with Taph
• Dynamics with 1337
• Sleeps with 1337 every night
• Likes his man titties
• Threw a surprise party for 1337, gave him PTSD flashbacks, and hasn’t forgiven themselves yet
• Love language is gifts and physical touch

GUEST 1337 LORE

• Same abilities as in-game
• One bonus: if healed by Poob’s party horn, it goes from (5% to 7.5% for 4 seconds)
• Basically, everything in Forsaken is canon for this AU, except for Daisy, Charlie, and Matt. Daisy is a close friend, like a sister, and he is a single father
• Matt was also forsaken when he got shot
• Worries about Charlie every day, wondering if anyone’s taken care of her since he’s gotten forsaken
• Matt is like a brother to him, unaware that Matt actually loves him

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PROLOGUE A — Guest 1337

Guest 1337 was stuck here. He needed to realize that. He’d never see his friends again, he’d never see his daughter again.

Elliot was patching up his wounds from the earlier round; the burns from C00lkidd’s corrupt nature reminded him of the war. The smell of blood, dust, and fire consumed him like it once did. 

“Guest?” He snapped out of it. He cleared his throat, trying to seem fine. Be strong, always be strong. That’s what his parents used to say.

“…Yes?” Elliot cut the gauze with scissors before moving to sit down next to him. His eyes filled with concern.

 “You okay? Trust me, I know C00lkidd is a little shit, but something else seems wrong.” How can Elliot sit there and act like they aren’t in hell? That’s what this god-awful place is: Hell. He just wants to go home, see his daughter, and act like his life hasn’t been ruined.

He can’t explain that to Elliot, though.

 “I’m fine, the burns just sting, that’s all,” he lied. Elliot sighed. He slapped his thighs and stood up.

 “I’m getting Matt. If anyone can reach you, it’s him.” Matt doesn’t even know everything. He thought. How could he explain to Matt that the thought of his daughter makes him want to cry? Fuck, he was a veteran, he had fought more people than he could count, and he’s on the verge of tears? Before Matt could come to him, 1337 went to his cabin; he couldn’t handle people right now.

He doesn’t know if he ever will again.

PROLOGUE B – PARTY NOOB

“HAI PEST!!!” Party Noob yelled. They loved seeing Pest. They knew it wasn’t reciprocated, but who cares? Anything to distract them from the ć̸͙́͗̊́u̷̡̦̝̠͓̥̔̋͝ļ̴͉̺̖̹͗͑͜͜t̸̙̲̉. Pest chittered in annoyance. 

“Of course you’re here,” he replied harshly. Y is he so mean??? Poob thought. All they wanted was a friend. Sure, they had Split, Melanie, and K̶͚͗̆͊͐̎͠a̶͕͆͌̌͗s̷͚̬̍̍̓̊̈̅̽p̴̰͕̬̬̻̾̍͐̄͂̃̕ͅë̷̡̙͖̱̙̗̝́ŗ̸͕͛̍̎̆̀- Infected. But they were too busy doing their own stuff to care. Poob went to a corner of the elevator, waiting for their apartment, praying that lord-knows-what hadn’t destroyed it. 

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to their apartment. “Bai Pest!” they exclaimed before walking into their apartment. Their smile deflated. Of course, their apartment had been destroyed, but that wasn’t the worst part. The picture of them and their friends, somehow, even Pest too, got destroyed. They kneeled to grab the photo, trying not to bawl. 

They got up after a couple of moments and collapsed in their bed, not caring about all the jewelry they had on or the fact that their hair wasn’t in a bonnet. 

They clutched their pillow, pretending that it was someone. They didn’t know who, but they knew they wanted someone. 

Anyone.

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CHAPTER 1A — Guest 1337 

Waking up to hear Two-Time losing their shit isn’t rare for all of them. 1337 especially, since Two-Time’s room is right next to his. But strangely enough, Two Time wasn’t freaking out about the Spawn or their old friend… Indigo? Lilac? Something purple or blue. Guest tried to sleep, but Two Time was screaming. He sat up and stretched. He put on his blue slippers before leaving his room and knocking on theirs.

 “Two-Time, are you okay?” he asked, his voice low from sleep. Two-Time slammed the door open, their white eyes filled with panic.

 “Where’s Noob?” they demanded. Guest 1337 blinked. He could hear everything in this cabin; if Noob left, he would’ve known. 

“What do you mean? Is Noob not here?” he asked

 “They’ve been replaced with an imposter! There’s someone in their bed who looks exactly like them, but they aren’t Noob!” Jesus Christ, Two-Time, he thought. He pinched his nose bridge. Of course, Two-Time would say that; he was 95% they were going insane again.

“Two-Time, are you sure it’s not just Noob? Did you check?” Two-Time looked at him like he was crazy.

 “OF COURSE I CHECKED!!! It’s an imposter!” they yelled. He sighed and was about to go check for himself before the “imposter woke up.”

 “where am i?” they yawned and ran their fingers through their yellow locs. They looked at Guest, and he froze. They were… beautiful. He cleared his throat. Now’s not the time for that.

 “What are you doing here?” he said firmly. The noob took out their party horn to reply.

“I… I dont kno… I went to bed and now im here…” Guest’s brow furrowed. Was this a new arrival? Guest didn’t think so; they were all forsaken at the same time. And even if they were, where the hell was Noob?

“What’s your name?” he asked, and while he waited for them to respond, he took a second to take in their features. 

The noob had yellow locs that matched their skin tone, with multi-colored rings in them. They were chubby, adorably chubby. They had a blue hoodie and green pants—just like Noob did, but theirs were decorated with keychains and jewelry. We’ll need to take those off before their first round. He thought.

He snapped out of it when he heard their voice.

“Party Noob.” Party Noob? Huh… odd name. 

“Or poob for short!!1!” they exclaimed. Guest sighed. How was he going to explain this to the others? He heard shuffling from Two-Time behind him.

“Two-Time, put the dagger down now,” he commanded. He heard a squeak from Two-Time before they put the dagger down.

“We’ll need to explain this to the others, and we need to look for Noob,” he explained. Two-Time nodded and went to grab the others. Guest sighed.

“Not right now! Ugh- Two-Time!” he exasperated, but it was too late, the survivors were already piling into the room, staring at Party Noob. Guest explained what had happened. Builderman spoke first.

“Well, you can sleep in here or in someone else’s room if they don’t have a roommate. We can look for Noob and figure out what the hell is going on in the morning.” Party Noob glanced at everyone. The poor thing was terrified. Guest couldn’t stop himself before saying-

“They’re sleeping with me.” Everyone looked over at him. Shit. He cleared his throat. 

“I mean… if they’re okay with that, that is…” Why the fuck did he say that? Guest 1337 looked over at Poob, something deep in his heart begged to whatever deity there was that they would say yes. 

Party Noob glanced up at Guest. The guest got the honor to look at their perfect lips whisper the word 

“Yes.”

CHAPTER 1B — Party Noob 

oh my god. was the first thing the Noob thought of when laying their eyes upon Guest.

The man was ripped, but pajamas that Mr. Scrooge would wear covered his muscles. Take them off. Take them off. The back of their mind was chanting. They tried to snap out of it when the other people walked in. 

When the man, apparently named Guest 1337, said that Poob would be sleeping with him, their heart soared. 

The effect Guest had on them was short-lived as the others questioned them. They got overwhelmed; some people were trying to comfort them, while others were suspicious. Party Noob clutched their green cargos. 

Guest noticed, 

“Leave them alone, they’re clearly overwhelmed.” Poob looked up at him, their eyes filled with gratitude. They mouthed the words Thank you. 

Guest’s eyes softened, and he offered them a hand. Party Noob hesitated for a second before grabbing his hand and walking with him to his room. 

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CHAPTER 2A — Guest 1337

ShitShitShitShitShitShit— Was all he could think as he led the colorful noob by the hand to his room. He could hear their little blow horn go off softly as they walked. His room was perfectly organised, but he was still worried Poob wouldn’t like it. They were so… bright… to say the least, and his room was the complete opposite of that. 

He opened the door for them, and they murmured a quiet thanks before walking inside. 

“I know it’s plain- but um… if you end up staying here for a while, you can decorate it. You just seem rather… colorful… so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he rambled. Shit, what was he doing? He’d always been stoic and confident, and now he was rambling like a fucking teenager. 

Poob glanced over at him and smiled softly, letting out a little chuckle. Guest 1337 froze; they were beautiful. 

“tank you fo’ letting me stay here,” they murmured. All Guest could do was stare before mumbling,

“No worries, I just want you to be comfortable, and lord knows Two-Time won’t do that.” he smiled awkwardly. Poob laughed.

“Wat’s up wit dat guy? They seem a lil’… odd…” Guest chuckled as he set up the bed.

”Two-Time is just… Two-Time, they seem a little odd, but they’re sweet,” he replied. Poob nodded and watched Guest prepare the bed. Guest patted the mattress and looked at them. Poob tilted their head.

“Wat r u doin’?” they asked. Guest rolled his eyes playfully.

“Don’t you want some rest? Get in, I’ll sleep on the floor-“ Poob quickly blew their party horn before yelling,

”No! I’ll slep on da floor! You get da bed! It’s ur room!!1!!” Guest sighed.

”Poob, you’re new, you don’t know what this place is like, you need some rest before tomorrow’s ro-“ he quickly paused, he couldn’t explain the rules of this god-awful place just yet, “tomorrow… yeah… tomorrow.” Poob’s brows furrowed before sighing.

”Fine… but u sleep wit me!” Guest could swear his heart stopped beating. They wanted to sleep with him? What if he snored? What if he ends up cuddling them? What if he rolls on top of them and suffocates them in his sleep? What if he pokes them with his morni-

“Gueeeeesssssttttttttt!” They smiled and tilted their head. “Do we have a deal?” Guest swallowed before nodding hesitantly.

”Fine, as long as you’re comfortable with it,” he sighed. Poob squealed and hugged him. Guest’s jaw almost dropped, they were so soft, so warm, he wanted to hold them forever. Guest’s arms slowly wrapped around Poob’s waist as their face was between his pecs. 

“Um… Poob? What are you doing?” he questioned. Poob looked up at him, and time froze. Poob grinned.

“Hugging u, dummy!” Poob explained. He couldn’t hide a smile.

”Get some sleep, dummy,” he retorted. Poob giggled.

”Yes, sir!” they smiled before jumping into bed. Guest followed them. Poob immediately snuggled up to him, smushing their cheek against his left pec. Guest sighed and wrapped his arm around their shoulder. Poob smiled and swung their arm across his stomach, their hands felt the skin under his pajamas, feeling the muscles… and wounds.

”Wat happened!?” they asked, their eyes filled with worry. Guest sighed and instinctively held Poob tighter.

”It’s just some wounds from war and the rounds-“ Poob interrupted him with a gasp.

”WAR?!” they exclaimed. Guest nodded.

”I used to be in the military before I was sent here, fought a couple of battles.” He glanced down at Poob’s concerned eyes. He sighed and gently ran his fingers through their dread locs. “I’m fine, Poob. It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

All Poob did was hold him tighter. Why weren’t they disgusted by him?

”I’m sory, Guest… ur very strong...” they whispered. Guest melted, he leaned back and whispered, “Thank you, Poob… you’re very… sweet.” 

Poob smiled, “So r u! now get sum rest!” they replied enthusiastically. Guest thought for a moment, he was exhausted… but he didn’t want to give up this moment with Poob.

“I’ll stay up until you fall asleep.” Poob pouted. 

“nooooo!!!! i don’ wanna…” they protested. Guest sighed, but couldn’t hold back a laugh.

”Why don’t you want to?” he asked. Poob looked up at him with their bright blue eyes.

”Becuz ur my new best friend!! I don’ wanna say bai to u!” Poob replied. He blushed, he was already their best friend? Well, that’s new.

”Well, you need some sleep for tomorrow. Builderman’s gonna explain a lot to you, and I think you’ll need the rest.” Guest explained. Poob tilted their head, confused. 

”Wat is he gonna explain to me?” they asked. Guest faltered. How was he going to explain the whole point of this place to them? Guest swallowed and replied:

”You’ll see later, Party Noob.” The noob clenched Guest’s shirt tighter and nodded silently. They knew Guest was hiding something, but they weren’t going to push it. Poob rested their head on Guest’s stomach before whispering:

”Goodnight, Guest, see u in da morning.” Guest’s lips curled into a warm smile as Poob said that. He held them tighter.

”See you in the morning, Poob.”

CHAPTER 2B – PARTY NOOB

Party Noob woke up to a 250-pound weight on them. They squirmed slightly as their eyes opened. They were not expecting 1337 on top of them, his arms holding onto their love handles, his face buried in their neck. The noob’s face heated up; they had just met the guy, yet they would never expect the military man to be so… clingy. They hesitantly placed their hand on his navy blue hair, running their fingers through it. The guest grumbled softly in his sleep and held them tighter. Poob’s mouth curved into a smile. He was a comfortable weight on their chest; they didn’t want him to ever get off. 

”Guest..? Wat r u doing?” they inquired. The veteran grumbled even more and nuzzled into their jawline.

”Mph… no…” he whined. Party Noob’s lips curled into a sweet grin and scooted Guest closer to them, if that was even possible. Guest smiled, gently caressing their body.

”You’re so soft…” 1337 murmured. Poob tilted their head, allowing the soldier to nuzzle further into them.

”U think so?” they questioned. Guest 1337 nodded as he slid his hand up their hoodie, feeling the warmth of Poob’s stomach. Poob’s face turned bright orange—what was he doing? 

”I’m gonna do everything I can… to protect you… Poob…” the guest whispered under his breath. Poob raised an eyebrow. Protect them from what?

”Protect me? From wat?” they asked. They wished they hadn’t, because that question woke the soldier up. His eyes shot open, and he sat up, realizing how he was on top of the noob. His face heated as he ran a hand down his face.

”Jesus… I’m so sorry…” he muttered as he stood up and grabbed his uniform. Party Noob tried to reassure him that it was okay, but Guest was already leaving the room.

”I’ll see you in a bit, Poob.”

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CHAPTER 3A — Guest 1337

Why the fuck did he do that? He just let himself be babied and cuddled by Party Noob? They’re probably so weirded out by him now. Shit, of course, he just had to ruin the one chance he got at getting Party Noob to like him. No,w all they’re going to view him as is a creep.

The shower was cold, the droplets like little icicles raining down on him. He needed this; he kept repeating to himself. He needed to get it into his skull that Party Noob was not his to have, no matter how kind, how pretty, or how sweet they were. 

After the shower, he tried to get ready like everything was normal. He put on his military uniform, and he put his hair into his classic swoop. He noticed a couple of streaks of grey among the ocean of blue; he frowned. He was getting old; did that mean he couldn’t protect people like he could when he was younger? Would he fail a̸̮̙̋̒̾̎̃̓̓́͝ģ̵̨̛̲͉̬̻̖̟̣̣̈̓̒͂͂̆̍̍̑͜ạ̵͈̣͖͓̬̣̠̮̹̰̻̍͛̑̃͘͘͝į̶̖̳͈͕͚͎̽̈ͅṋ̵̢̛͔̮̜͉͂͊͋̔̈̀́̐͗̾̀͘? He couldn’t do that, not with Party Noob here now.

As he got his vest on, he heard a faint knock.

”Yes?” he replied.

”Guest? U in there?” It was Party Noob, shit. Guest cleared his throat, about to tell them that he was fine and they could leave, before the noob explained,

”I got u brekfast! The pizza guy made eggs!” Guest’s expression softened. How could they be so nice to him after what he did?

”Thank you, Poob. I’ll be out in a minute,” he answered. He heard the little toot of their party horn before hearing their voice.

”Oki! I’ll wait for u in da kitchen!” they exclaimed before leaving to go to the kitchen, where he assumed the others were. 

Once Guest finished getting ready, he left the bathroom. He walked over to the kitchen to see everyone enjoying themselves. Builderman and Shedletsky were arguing over something stupid; Elliot and Chance were playing cards; Twotime was, well, Twotime, but Guest noticed the emptiness in their eyes, more than usual, to say the least. He could tell they missed Noob. Dusekkar was trying to cheer Twotime up to the best of his abilities. Matt and 007n7 were laughing and sharing some of the food Elliot made. Jane Doe and Brighteyes were also eating some food, but they were quieter than Matt and 007n7

The veteran looked for his colorful noob and saw them watching Taph build a nest. Guest smiled, Poob looked so happy… they deserved to be happy after what he did. 

Party Noob noticed Guest walking in and blew their party horn, making everyone in the kitchen flinch before continuing what they were doing.

”GUEST!!!!!111!!!!!11!1” they squealed as they tackled him into a hug. Guest faltered. Why the hell were they hugging him? He didn’t deserve their affection. 

”Hey, Poob,” he replied. Party Noob handed him the breakfast they saved.

”For u!!!” they exclaimed. Guest hesitated before taking the plate from them and nodding in thanks. 

“Thank you, Party Noob.” The noob smiled and dragged Guest over to where they were with Taph. 

“Taph’s making a nest! Apparently she makes dem all da time in da ‘rounds?’ I don’t realy kno’ wat thos’ are but da nests r so cool!!1!!!1!” Everyone turned around and stared at the noob, shocked. Did no one teach them what this place is? Builderman spoke first. 

“Party Noob, come here.” 

Guest panicked. How was Poob going to react to this? He wanted nothing more than for Party Noob to be happy, but that wasn’t going to happen when they realized the purpose of this purgatory they were all trapped in. 

The noob sat down across from Builderman and next to Shedletsky. Guest wanted to sit down next to Poob, but was scared to. 

As if the noob could read his mind, they looked up at him, silently urging him to sit down next to them. Guest nodded in acknowledgement and sat down next to Poob. Poob scooted closer to him. Guest allowed a smile to grow on his face. He was still confused about why Poob was being so kind, but he wasn’t going to complain. He glanced around the table and noticed Matt staring at Party Noob. This was an… odd stare. Not a normal or curious one. Matt’s eyes burned into Poob, and confusion and worry washed over 1337. Guest’s protectiveness kicked in, and he wrapped an arm around Poob’s waist and held them close to him. Matt may be Guest’s closest friend; he would even consider the man a brother, but he would not let Matt scare Poob.

His thoughts were interrupted by Builderman’s voice. 

“So, Party Noob, we need to explain to you what this place is,” he explained. The noob’s brows furrowed as their attention turned straight to the admin. Builderman continued. 

“This world is divided into two: survivors and killers. We… we were all Robloxians at one point, but we were sent here, to whatever the hell this place is.” Poob shifted uncomfortably, and the soldier held them tighter, trying to comfort them to the best of his abilities. 

“Is every1 here a survivor?” they asked, looking around the group. Builderman nodded. 

“Yes, we don’t know where the killers stay outside of the rounds.” Poob nodded silently, and the admin explained further. 

“There are rounds, rounds are at any point in time, hell, they could happen right now. Rounds are when we need to survive the killers to the best we can. If you die, you get revived, but the injuries you get are real, you can feel them.” Party Noob’s eyes filled with fear as the admin continued. 

“You get abilities, each person is divided into three groups based on them: sentinels, supports, and survivalists. You can see what you are based on your room, or more obviously, your abilities during the rounds.” Poob nodded. 

“There’s five killers: C00lkidd, 007n7’s son;” the hacker flinched at the name of his son, but Builderman continued, “John Doe, Jane Doe’s husband; Noli, 007n7’s old friend, we don’t know what happened to him; 1x1x1x1…” Builderman’s gaze fell upon Shedletsky before continuing, “…and Slasher, a bacon.” 

Guest’s eyes widened at the mention of Slasher. Slasher… he was a bacon… memories of the war flooded his head. He noticed Matt’s eyes on him, a reassurance that it’s okay, he’s not on the battlefield right now.

He felt shaking next to him. He looked down and saw Party Noob shaking uncontrollably. Guest 1337’s brain was immediately filled with nothing but the need to comfort Party Noob, but before he could do that, the noob ran. Guest immediately followed; he didn’t care about anything else but Poob

CHAPTER 3B – Party Noob

Party Noob couldn’t breathe. How could they at a time like this? They didn’t know where to go or what to do. They ran to the only place they were familiar with: Guest’s room.

They slammed the door open and jumped into the bed, covering themselves with the warm blankets, trying not to cry. They couldn’t cry; they needed to get themselves together. How would Guest still want to be friends with a sobbing mess of a noob?

They didn’t even hear him walk in. The blanket suddenly lifted, and they felt a weight shifting on the mattress. Arms slid around their waist as they were rolled over into Guest’s chest. Guest took off their party hat and buried his face in their hair, whispering soft words into it. 

“I know it’s scary… I was like this too when I got forsaken. It’s okay, I’m here. I won’t let any of them hurt you,” he promised. Party Noob broke, sobbing into his chest, clutching whatever they could find.

 “Hic… I’m so scared, Guest… wat’s gonna happen to me?” Guest held them tighter. 

“Nothing Poob… I won’t let anything happen to you,” he answered. Poob just sobbed harder, burying their face into his neck. 

“Don’t leave me alon’… plez don’t…” they begged. Guest moved so he could cup their chubby cheeks. 

“I won’t, Party Noob, I promise.”

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CHAPTER 4A — Guest 1337

Guest 1337 was scared to move. How could he not be? Party Noob was lying on his chest; they had fallen asleep 30 minutes ago. Guest was still holding them; he didn’t want to let go. He was still holding their face, admiring their features. Their eyes were puffy and red from crying; he hated that. He never wanted to see them cry. 

Yet, he could understand why. Finding out you were sent to a world just to be executed over and over again is draining for anyone to think about, especially someone as cheerful as the noob. Guest wiped the tear stains off of Party Noob’s plump face, which slowly woke them up, their royal blue eyes staring up at his own. 

“Hai guest…” they mumbled, still sleepy and upset. The veteran continued to hold their face. 

“Hi, did you sleep well?” he asked. Poob nodded and replied. 

“Yea… da best i culd at least…” they muttered. He kissed their forehead. Guest couldn’t help it; all he wanted to do was make the noob happy again. 

“It’s gonna be okay, Party Noob. I promised, remember? It’s my job to protect you now,” he grinned, trying to lighten the mood. A small smile cracked on the noob’s face before they burst into a fit of giggles. That sound was music to the soldier’s ears. Guest rolled over so Poob was on top of him, the noob grinned and moved their dreadlocks out of the way of their eyes. 

“You did promis dat, Guest.” they acknowledged as they straddled his torso, their hands on his chest. Guest’s face flushed a soft pink; they were a pleasant weight on him. The noob continued. 

“And how exactly r u gonna protect me?” Guest’s eyes lit up, and he chuckled, a deep sound tumbling out of his throat. 

“Hmm… block a couple of the killer’s attacks, maybe charge at them to get some time for you to escape… You know, the usual,” he retorted as his hands gripped their thighs, rubbing his thumbs into the tender flesh. He felt Poob’s thighs tighten around his waist, and he grinned. The noob replied, 

“How heroic of u, soldier boi.” Guest laughed again. 

“Indeed… do I get anything in return for being so heroic?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. Party Noob grinned even more. 

“Hmmm… dat depends… wat do you want in return exactly?” Guest laughed again. 

“I think I might want you curling up to me tonight like you did with your nap a couple minutes ago. Is that a fair price?” he questioned. Party Noob’s cat-like smile grew; they nuzzled into the veteran’s neck and nodded. 

“I’d do dat for free, dummy,” they retorted. Guest’s face turned bright pink. He smiled and pressed his lips into their hair.

“Oh, really? And why is that? Hm?” he questioned. The noob sighed in contentment before murmuring a reply,

“Becuz I think ur da nicest person i’ve ever met, Guest.” 

Oh god, this noob was going to be the life and death of him.

CHAPTER 4B – Party Noob

Party Noob’s breath was warm on Guest’s neck, they nuzzled further into the veteran, his heart was pounding. That made the noob’s lips curve upwards. They pressed their lips into his neck.

“Guesty… you’re so anxious rn… y is dat?” they questioned, knowing damn well the answer. He felt the man swallow before replying.

“Um- I’m not… I promise…” they felt his grip on their thighs tighten, opening them up. Party Noob smiled.

“U kno u can tell me anythin’ right?” they asked. Guest nodded and murmured.

“I know.” Poob rolled over so the soldier was on top of them, they slid their arms around his neck, gripping his blue hair.

“Then wat do u wanna tell me? Hm?” they questioned. Guest’s throat bobbled before he murmured.

“You’re making it very hard for my thoughts to stay pure, Party Noob,” that made the noob’s face heat up.

“And wat exactly r those thoughts, Guesty?” they retorted, trying to act like those words didn’t affect them. Guest groaned and buried his face into their neck, rocking his hips against them.

“How much I fucking need you, Party Noob.” he answered. The noob gasped as their back arched instinctively.

“Fuck… Guest…” they grumbled as heat traveled down their body. They tried to thrust up, wanting to match the veteran above them.

But, of course, the Spectre had to fuck with the both of them.

Instead of feeling the warmth of Guest 1337, they felt the cold air of the map around them.

Their first round is here.

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CHAPTER 5A — Guest 1337

The warmth of Party Noob was gone, replaced by the cool air, far too cold for comfort. The guest could hear the giggles of 007n7’s draconic child from across the map. Of course, the round had to have started right now. He was so close to the noob, and naturally, the Spectre had to fuck that up.

But that wasn’t important right now; he needed to find Poob. He made an oath, both to the army and to them. He was going to protect them, no matter what.

Finding the noob cowering in a corner was a heartbreaking sight, but not a surprising one. He immediately grabbed Poob’s hand and lifted them up. 

“It’s okay, remember my promise? I’m gonna protect you, don’t worry about C00lkidd,” he reassured the party lover. Party Noob was trembling; they clutched his arm and nodded silently. 

Guest led Poob to a secluded area; he could hear the screams of the other survivors, 

but he knew that the other sentinels were near. Guest was going to be selfish for once, anything to protect Poob.

He noticed the colorful beads that the noob was wearing jingling with every movement. Guest grabbed Poob’s arms and ripped off the jewelry; he tried not to break anything, though. Before the noob could protest, Guest explained,

“These will lead the killer right to you if you aren’t careful, Poob.” The noob’s expression softened into understanding, and they nodded and assisted Guest in removing the rest of their accessories.

Guest heard a whoosh sound, and he tackled Poob to the ground as a brick whizzed over the two Robloxians. Immediately, he stood up and saw the red child coming towards them. 

“POOB! GET OUT OF HERE!” he screamed as he charged at C00lkidd, knocking the child off his balance. 

“Awww no fair!” the child protested as Guest made a run for it. He managed to dodge his walk speed override; however, not without running straight into one of C00lkidd’s pizza delivery clones. SHIT! he thought as fire spread throughout his clothes, the flame seeping into his skin. Pain coursed through him as the heat went through his flesh, burning anything it touched. He would need to deal with this later; the others need him, Poob needs him. 

Guest 1337 ran across the map, weaving his way through the obstacles in case C00lkidd tried to finish what he started. He found the noob bolting a bridge, losing their party hat in the process, which seemed to speed them up. Guest smiled, assuming Poob figured out one of their abilities. But as soon as his smile appeared, it vanished as a yellow glow was summoned around the noob. 

Fuck, does their ability reveal their aura? He’ll keep that in mind for later. He attempted to run over to the noob, but the adrenaline wore off, and the pain seared through his body. His sprint turned into a limp, and Poob panicked. The guest collapsed onto their knees. They ran over to Guest, watching blood seep through his uniform. Trying not to sob at the sight of his pain, they breathed through their party horn.

The healing that fell upon Guest was unexpected. His wounds began to seal, the pain lessened, his body still ached, but it was at least manageable now. He gazed up at the noob, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. 

“Thank you, Poob.” The noob seemed just as shocked as he was about their ability. They smiled, and they seemed proud of themselves. Guest stood up, immediately cupping the noob’s face as he examined them. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked anxiously. He felt Poob’s cheeks heat up under his grip; the noob nodded. 

“i’m oki, guest.. r u? u looked rly hurt…” They seemed so worried. Some corrupt part of Guest’s soul made him happy. He liked how worried Poob was about him. He wanted Poob to care about him, and only him—wait? What the fuck was he thinking? He just met Party Noob a day ago; he had no right to make a claim over them like this. He let out a breath before responding, 

“I’m okay, you helped a lot.” He grinned down at them. Party Noob tried to hide a grin in return. 

“You promise?” they questioned. The guest nodded and kissed their forehead. 

“I do, silly, you know I wouldn’t lie,” he teased. He opened his mouth to continue before hearing a blood-curdling scream. They both panicked. Guest quickly commanded the noob. 

“Go find the others, find a safe place to heal them in any way you can. I’ll go distract the kid.” Poob nodded before bursting into a sprint to do what he ordered. Guest went to find whoever was in trouble. 

1337 found 007n7 clutching his leg, desperately trying to teleport with the C00lGUI. C00lkidd was on his tail. 

“FaaaaAAAAtheEEERRrrrr!!” the child taunted. 007n7 stared at C00lkidd in fear and a hint of something deeper. He saw tears form in the hacker’s eyes. Empathy washed over the veteran; he didn’t know how he could handle it if his Charlotte turned into something like that. He ran in between 007n7 and C00lkidd, blocking one of the child’s attacks and parrying it with a punch. Guilt entered the veteran’s mind; he couldn’t believe he had to resort to punching a child to survive, especially in front of his father, but he had to.

He ran with 007n7 to find either Party Noob or Elliot. Instead, he found Matt. 

“Matt, you distract C00lkidd, I’m gonna find Poob,” he explained. The guest noticed something flash through Matt’s eyes at the mention of the noob, but he couldn’t tell what that feeling was. Matt nodded silently at Guest’s order and went to distract C00lkidd. 

Guest led the injured hacker to Party Noob, they were with Elliot, helping heal a burn the pizza-boy had on his calf. Chance was guarding the two with his rusty flintlock. Spawn knows if that would actually do anything against C00lkidd. Guest sat 007n7 down next to Elliot, tension arose on both of their faces, but now wasn’t the time for past arguments. The veteran turned to Party Noob. 

“Matt’s distracting the kid, I’m gonna go help him, okay?” he clarified. The noob nodded. 

“Builderman and Shedletsky r ovr by da… gen-er-ator? I t’ink dat’s wat it’s called.” Guest nodded in acknowledgement. 

“Got it, thanks, Poob,” he replied as he went to assist Matt. 

He ran around a corner, and his blood ran cold. Matt’s body was on the ground, mutilated and burned beyond recognition. Nausea pooled in his stomach. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen his best friend dead in this world, but he would never get used to looking at it, or the smell, the smell of copper and decay would never leave his mind, no matter what. 

His emotions overwhelmed him as he knelt to grab his friend’s body, pulling it to his chest as tears welled in the veteran’s eyes. That proved to be a huge mistake.

Pain seared through him as the child smashed a brick into the back of his head. The child giggled in delight as he picked up the veteran by the throat, 

“Not so strong now, are you?” the young boy mocked. Guest gasped for air, his throat being blocked by both the claw of the child and blood being coughed up. He choked on his own blood as he sputtered, struggling in C00lkidd’s grasp. 

The child squealed in delight as he watched 1337 squirm like prey caught in a trap. 

“The Spectre told me about your little friend! After you, I’m going for them next!” 

No. NO. NO, the guest’s brain screamed at him before the world went dark.

CHAPTER 5B — Party Noob

“GUEST!” Party Noob screamed as the veteran’s body was thrown across the map like trash. The noob tried to run to the guest, grief overwhelming them. They were held back by two strong arms. 

“Poob! Stop!” Chance demanded as he managed to stop the noob from running. Party Noob screamed. 

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!1!!! GUEST!1!” they sobbed. Chance’s hand moved from around the noob’s arm to covering the noob’s mouth. 

“I know, I know. He’s okay, don’t worry, he’ll be back,” the gambler reassured them. Poob didn’t care; they saw their—the soldier being tortured and thrown away like garbage. 

C00lkidd heard the screams from the party-lover and grinned in delight. The child summoned their pizza delivery minions before charging over to them. Poob screeched in terror. Chance pulled out their flintlock, managing to stun the kid so Party Noob could make a run for it.

The noob did just that. They ran to a staircase, sprinting to the edge so they could jump and make a run for it if need be. They knelt and clutched their blue tank top, trying to breathe. 

The static they heard was unexpected. At first, they thought it was C00lkidd and prepared to jump off the ledge to escape, but the static didn’t come with child-like giggles and music. They looked up from the ground and saw an entity across from them. 

The entity was a humanoid being made completely of a glitchy abyss outlined in red, with two pure-white eyes and pinpoint pupils staring directly at the noob. Party Noob’s mouth opened to speak, but was forcefully snapped shut by some unknown power. They clutched their throat, trying to speak. They reached out to the entity, just for them to vanish, and their mouth opened back up once again. They gasped for air. 

What the hell just happened?

Instantaneously, the round ended: the survivors won; however, not without sacrifice.

Poob appeared back in the main cabin, and they immediately stood up, questioning everyone on where the hell Guest was. Elliot suggested that he would most likely be in his room, recovering from the round.

They bolted to the guest’s room and found him sleeping peacefully, somehow without injury. Relief filled Poob’s heart as they pounced on the guest, sobbing into his chest. The veteran woke up, confused at first until he realized what was going on. His arms immediately embraced Poob, and he buried his face in their hair. 

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here,” he soothed, the term of endearment slipping out of the soldier’s lips without hesitation. That just made the noob sob harder. 

“I… I… hic… I…” Poob couldn’t get a word out; all they did was cry, clinging to Guest’s military vest. It was hard to snuggle up to the man with such a bulky outfit on. Guest 1337 took notice of this and slipped off the vest, gently comforting and cooing at the noob as he did so until they were back where they belonged: curled into Guest. 

“I’m okay, Poob… it doesn’t hurt… It’s okay…” the man continued, “… but I’m sorry you had to witness that.” Poob looked up into the guest’s sincere eyes, their lip trembling. They let out a pitiful whimper, and they sat up a little, cupping the veteran’s face. 

“I thought u wouldn’t com’ back…” they explained. A mixture of worry and reassurance filled the guest’s eyes. His hands rested on the noob’s chubby waist. 

“Oh sweet baby… I promised I would protect you, didn’t I? I’d always come back for you, you know that,” he replied. Party Noob sobbed harder. He just met the veteran, yet he treated them like they were his most precious treasure. 

They wanted to be his treasure—no, they needed to be his treasure.

But most importantly, they needed him.

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CHAPTER 6A — Guest 1337

He hated many things: fireworks, the Bacon General, mosquitoes, but he discovered something that he hated the most: seeing Poob cry. As soon as the noob walked into his room, all he wanted to do was make them feel better.

Party Noob was under the covers, snuggling up to Guest’s side as the veteran stared up at the ceiling, his hands running through their hair. His stomach growled, he hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast this morning. He slowly unlocked Poob’s hands from each other and slid out of bed. He walked silently to the kitchen and saw Matt there, sipping on a Bloxy Cola while watching TV. Guest smiled at his best friend before grabbing a slice of pizza and putting it in the microwave. He went to the booth Matt was in and sat down. 

“Hey man,” the guest greeted him. Matt glanced at Guest, a flicker of intensity appearing in the man’s eyes before they returned back to the TV. 

“Hi,” he said harshly. Guest’s brows furrowed, was Matt upset? 

“You alright, Matt?” the soldier questioned. Matt clenched his jaw as he rolled his eyes. 

“I’m fine, why don’t you go back to your little partner?” the man muttered. Guest frowned, what the hell was he talking about? 

“What are you talking about?” he asked. Matt scoffed and took a swig of his cola. 

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. You didn’t bother to come help me ward off C00lkidd because you wanted to go make out with that stupid noob-” Guest cut him off immediately, how dare he say that? 

“Get their name out of your fucking mouth, Matt.” Matt let out a bitter laugh, one Guest had never heard before. 

“Just proved my point, Guest,” he replied, “we fought in a fucking war together. Daisy and I brought you in after your parents died, and you’re throwing that away for some cock-” the man’s sentence was cut off with a CRACK! as Guest’s fist collided with Matt’s jaw. 

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Guest snapped. Matt grunted as he swung at the veteran. 

Guest narrowly dodged the swing until getting hit in the back of the head by a can. Matt tackled the veteran. Guest, being much stronger than Matt, grabbed the man’s fist and pinned them down. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he yelled. Matt scoffed. 

“You’re such a fucking slut! Does saving that noob’s ass give you a savior complex? Do you think that’s what it takes to get laid?” Guest tried not to absolutely kick his best friend’s ass. 

“I’m doing this because they treat me right, you bastard!” he responded. Matt laughed, 

“You’re acting like the rest of us haven’t treated you exactly like them! What makes them so fucking special?”

That made the veteran pause. What made Poob special? The fact they were so clingy? That they seemed to reciprocate his advances? Their adorable little body? What was it?

Matt took notice to this, he scoffed and muttered, 

“You can’t even answer that, Guest 1337.” Guest stared down at their best friend, blood trickling down the man’s nose. 

“Fuck you,” was all the veteran could reply with. Matt let out a spiteful grin, Guest was about to wipe that smirk off of Matt’s face before he heard a little mumble. 

“Guest? Wat’s going on?” The soldier turned to see Poob standing there, absolutely terrified. Guest’s blood ran cold. 

“Poob wait—” Guest stood up, abandoning the argument with Matt. Poob backed away, fear filling their eyes as they stared at the blood that splattered on 1337’s face. Guest tried to explain, 

“Sweetheart… he was talking shit about you—” Poob interrupted, 

“I don’t care wat he was doin’! I thought u knew better than dat!” That made Guest’s heart break. 

“Poob I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” The guest tried to grab the noob’s hand, but they backed away. 

“I need space,” they stated as they walked away. Guest tried to follow, he needed to make things right, but Poob walked into their shared room with Two-Time and locked the door. Guest knocked on the door, ignoring Matt’s resentful gaze. 

“Honey please… I’m sorry…” the veteran begged, “Please don’t leave me… I couldn’t handle that…”

The doorknob twisted, and hope surged through his chest, but it was just Two-Time. The guest noticed a look on the cultist’s face that he’d never seen before. 

“The noob says they do not wish to speak with you right now, they request you leave,” they explained. Guest 1337’s heart went from broken to shattered. He nodded silently,

“Can you at least tell them that I’m sorry?” he asked hopefully. Two-time thought for a moment before nodding silently and closing the door. Guest leaned against the wall across their room and slid down, burying his face in his knees. He felt pathetic.

He stayed out there until his eyes grew heavy. He used all of his military training to try and stay awake, but his exhaustion took over. Eventually he fell asleep waiting for Party Noob.

CHAPTER 6B – Party Noob

When Party Noob saw Guest beating the shit out of his (supposedly) best friend Matt, they had no idea what to think. They were shocked, and felt betrayed. Was this the man Poob knew? The man that comforted them when they were damned to this place? No, this was a buried part of him that the noob had never seen before. A part that scared them.

If Guest could do that to his best friend, what does that mean for them?

However, a deeper part of them made them weirdly… happy. They loved how protective he was of them. But, they couldn’t let this slide.

They were now in their and Two-Time’s room, still thinking about what the hell to do. But it was hard to think with a cultist staring at them.

“Wat is it, Two-Time?” they asked, the words came off meaner than usual, but they were too upset to sugarcoat it. The cultist replied,

“I’ve never seen Guest 1337 act like that before, snapping like that. The Spawn must’ve worked through him in mysterious ways.” Party Noob knew the cultist was rather… odd. They didn’t know what the “Spawn” was, nor did they want to know what “Spawn” was. Two-Time continued,

“I must say, I would suggest you talk to him. He seems rather sincere in his apology.” The noob’s gaze softened, they rested their chin on their knees. 

“I just saw him beat up his best frien’... wat if he does dat to me?” they whispered. The cultist blinked before standing up and walking over to them. Two-Time’s smile was unwavering, to the point of it being uncanny. The noob tried to back away, but Two-Time grabbed their wrist.

“Then tell him that, not me,” they explained before helping them up and shoving them out the door, slamming it behind themself. Party Noob blinked in surprise as their eyes fell upon the guest before them, sleeping across the doorway. The noob’s eyes softened and they crouched down to the soldier. 

“Guest… wake up,” they whispered, hesitantly resting their hand on his shoulder. The veteran immediately shot up, his eyes immediately settling on the noob in front of them. He saw Guest’s eyes trying not to water as he buried his face in their neck.

“I’m so sorry… I'm so so sorry…” he murmured as he planted soft kisses into their neck. The noob’s face flushed as they cupped the nape of 1337’s neck.

“It’s okay… I know u didn’t mean to… I… I… I’m just scared…” they replied. Guest paused his onslaught of kisses as he rubbed their love handles like they were sacred. The noob continued,

“If u can do dat to ur best friend, wat does dat mean for me?” The veteran immediately shot up and cupped their face.

“Oh… sweetheart… I would never hurt you, I’m so sorry for ever making you think that,” he responded. Party Noob’s eyes watered. 

“U promis’?” they questioned. The guest’s eyes watered in return.

“I promise.”

And the noob and guest’s lips collided.

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CHAPTER 7A — Guest 1337

The kiss was a sudden burst of emotion. One filled with sincere apology, with hesitance along its edges. He didn’t know if Party Noob was comfortable with what he was doing, but he knew that if he didn’t kiss them, he would regret it.

The noob melted into his lips, getting on his lap as they wrapped their arms around his neck and grabbed his hair. A small grunt escaped the soldier’s mouth as he slid his hands down from their waist to their thighs, gripping them firmly as he rubbed his thumbs in circles. 

The two backed away to catch a breath, a string of saliva connecting the two, which made them both laugh softly. Guest held the noob’s face like it was the most precious thing on earth. 

“I’m so sorry, Poob. I don’t know what came over me. I would never want to hurt you. Please, don’t be scared,” he begged. He couldn’t believe what he made Poob think of him. To think that he made them think he’d hurt them? He didn’t know if he could forgive himself for that. 

“It oki… I kno’ u didn’t mean it, Guest,” Party Noob replied. How could Poob forgive him so easily? How could they be nice to him after what he’d done? He kissed them again before pressing his forehead into theirs.  

“You have no idea how much light you shine on my life, Poob. Thank you,” he murmured, almost a plead for the noob to stay with him, no matter what. 

The two Robloxian’s moment was interrupted by a certain cultist clearing their throat. They both looked back and saw Two-Time staring down at them, their smile more forced than usual. 

“I am thankful to the Spawn for giving you the blessing of love, but I must request you perform that blessing somewhere else.” The two of them laughed awkwardly before Party Noob dragged him away. Guest was still flustered, smiling like a kid as the noob led him to his room. Poob sat down on the bed and laid back with an inviting grin. Guest’s face heated up even more, he didn’t know what to do. What if he made Poob uncomfortable? What if he-

“Guest, whatcha thinkin’?” the noob asked. Guest swallowed awkwardly before mumbling, 

“Um… I…” he was interrupted by Poob standing back up and pulling the soldier on top of them, his arms landing on either side of their head. His face was on fire, his heart beating at a thousand beats per minute. 

“Guest… breathe,” the noob commanded softly. Guest tried to slow his breathing as the noob wrapped their arms around his neck. Guest groaned softly as he buried his face in the noob’s neck, warmth pooling down to his stomach, his body wanted them just as much as he did. 

Party Noob’s body felt like a comfort he never knew he needed. The ever-so-soft skin felt like he was on a cloud. All he wanted to do was mark it as his and his alone. 

“Poob… you’re perfect…” the man whispered. Party Noob smiled and kissed his hair, gently rocking their hips against his. Guest wanted to break, to surrender to Poob, but he couldn’t just yet. He started placing small kisses on their neck, slowly getting more and more intimate. Guest was in heaven as Poob rolled their hips up against his, the friction was impossible to ignore, and that made Guest greedy. Guest returned Poob’s actions, the two of them letting out soft whimpers and grunts. Guest was barely able to keep up with his claim on them. Poob noticed this and grinned, gently turning them over so they were straddling Guest. The noob held his hands and placed them on their thighs as they kept rocking together with him. 

“Guest… surrender to me… I won’t hurt u…” the noob cooed. Guest’s back arched as the noob slid off his pants, revealing how his body needed them. Party Noob smiled and gently kissed Guest. 

“Ur so beautiful like ‘dis, Guest…” they murmured, their voice warm and comforting, despite the compromising position for the soldier. 

Guest stared up at the noob, his body turning red from the embarrassment and surprise of being below someone. He let out a shaky sigh, trying to regain control. 

“Poob… I… ngh…” he grunted. Party Noob laughed softly. 

“Ur so cute like this, honey,” the noob whispered. Guest wanted them to break him. He wanted the noob to take complete control, but he was scared to ask. What if Poob thought of him as “less of a man?” What if Poob wouldn’t want him after this?

It’s almost as if the noob could read his mind. They cupped his face, continuing to rock their hips against his own. 

“Honey… I want u no matter wat…” they comforted, “let me make u feel good…”

Guest let out a soft whine. 

“Poob… you feel so good…” Poob chuckled, continuing to rock in slow, agonizing strokes. 

“Oh I kno’ baby… I know I feel good…” they continued laughing softly. Guest had no idea what to do except whine and match their thrusts with his own desperate ones. 

“Party Noob… please… please help… please help me feel good… please…” he begged. Poob silenced him with their lips. The soldier hungrily kissed them back, wanting every single inch of them. Poob smirked at his desperation. 

“Sweet boy… I’ll make sure u feel xtra good…” 

Oh God…

CHAPTER 7B — Party Noob

Party Noob wanted to scream. They had the man of their dreams below them, begging for their touch, their words, just them. They loved that so much. 

“Oh… Guest… I know u feel so good… so let me make u feel even better…” they cooed as they ran their hands down his chest, sliding up his shirt and sliding it off. They blushed softly, he was even more muscular than they remembered, with a happy trail of navy blue hair trailing down to his boxers. All Poob wanted to do was to rip them off, but they had to be patient, they wanted to spread out this moment as long as possible. 

“Ur so beautiful, Guest…” they murmured. They loved how obedient Guest was being. The soldier was at least twice as strong as them, he could easily take over if he wanted to. But he chose not to. 

The guest was currently bucking his hips wildly, desperately whining and begging for them. Party Noob gently shushed him as they pinned his wrists over his head. 

“There we go… just how I like it…” Poob grinned. Guest arched his back, his abs flexing below them. 

“Please… Poob… I need you…” The veteran begged. Party Noob laughed softly as they buried their face in his neck, planting kisses and hickies all over him. 

“Oh I kno u need me… and I ne’d u, sweet boy…”

More than anything.

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CHAPTER 8A — Guest 1337

Guest 1337 was spent, both of their bodies covered in sweat and… other… bodily fluids. This time he was the one curled into the other’s side, his hand wrapped around their chubby waist as the noob ran their fingers through his hair. He leaned up into their hand, craving their touch, their affection, their love. They wanted anything this noob was willing to give him, nothing more, nothing less. 

“Guest… u oki?” Party Noob questioned. Guest nodded sleepily and rested his cheek on their chest. 

“Mhm… more than okay…” Party Noob laughed softly, kissing the guest’s forehead. 

“Well I’m glad u t’ink so,” they replied. Guest practically purred at Poob’s affection. 

The two of them eventually had to get up to clean themselves and the bed, they walked into the kitchen to see everyone there, with Matt in the middle. 

“Well, it’s the lovebirds again! How was your fuck-buddy, Guest? Enough dick for you to manage?” the man mocked. He clenched his fists, enraged, but he knew Poob wouldn’t want him to resort to violence. 

“Don’t talk about Poob like that,” he commanded. Matt laughed, 

“What’s stopping me, hm?” Elliot placed his hand on Matt’s shoulder. 

“Matt, stop it-” Matt interrupted him. 

“No! Are you kidding me? I was his best friend for his entire fucking life! And he throws that away for some noob-dick?!-” 

“Matt, stop. Now,” Builderman commanded, Matt looked back at the admin, shocked, but he obeyed. 

“Fine. Enjoy your little noob, Guest,” Matt muttered as he walked out of the cabin. Guest was still in his fight-or-flight response, fists clenched, pupils wide, heart-rate fast. A quick hand-squeeze from Poob helped him snap out of it. Guest saw everyone looking at the two of them. 

“Um… well… that was… exhausting,” Guest sighed as he ran a hand down his face. Shedletsky laughed. 

“You sure that’s not the only thing making you tired? You guys weren’t exactly quiet-” he was quickly cut off by a nudge from Builderman. Guest’s and Poob’s face immediately heated up, their cheeks orange while his were pink. Shedletsky laughed. 

“Never pegged ya for a bottom, man. But hey, who am I to judge?” the admin laughed as he threw Guest a can of beer. The veteran caught it, trying not to run out of there. 

“Um…” he had no idea what to say. How was he supposed to explain that he got his brains blown out by a noob half his size? Poob quickly took over. 

“C’uld I get 1, Shed?” they asked cheerfully. Shedletsky barked out a laugh. 

“You sure you’re old enough for that, kid?” The noob blew their party horn in protest. 

“Heyyyy! I’m 26!” the noob whined. That just made Shedletsky laugh harder, but he did pass them a beer like he did with Guest. 

26 huh? That’s an 8 year difference… Guest thought. Wow, he was getting old.

Poob was trying to open the can with their teeth, the soldier quickly took it from them and opened it up for them. 

“There we go, don’t break your teeth when I’m right here, Poob,” he explained. Poob laughed softly and kissed his cheek, which made the man blush. 

“How c’uld I forget?” they replied as they walked over to sit with Elliot and Chance. Guest wanted to give Poob some time to socialize with the other survivors, so he went to go sit with Shedletsky and Builderman. Shedletsky spoke first. 

“Well man, I never expected you to go for someone so… cheerful, ya know?” Guest rolled his eyes, trying to hide a smile. 

“Yeah, well I did, and it’s perfect,” the guest retorted, which made both the admins laugh. Builderman patted 1337 on the back. 

“Well good for you, kiddo. I never thought I’d see the day where Guest 1337 was head over heels for someone.” Guest scoffed. 

“First of all, don’t call me kiddo! I’m only like… 20 years younger than you. And I’ve had partners before! Just… not one like Poob,” he explained. Shedletsky and Builderman looked over at each other with knowing glances. Shedletsky was the first to speak. 

“That’s called being in love, idiot.” Guest almost spat out his beer. In love? No way, he hadn’t even known Poob for a week yet, there was no way he could be in love yet. 

“There’s no way in hell I’m in love with Poob yet. It hasn’t even been a week,” he protested. The other two didn’t buy it, but they decided not to press any further, they changed the subject. 

“So, Builderman, your sentry on that ledge in the glass houses map was perfect, it really distracted Noli a couple days ago, and Guest! Good job for using that block when he was trying to destroy it,” Shedletsky praised. Guest smiled warmly, Builderman’s face turned a deeper shade of grey around his cheeks. They both thanked him and continued with the conversation.

After they finished talking, they were sent to another round, this time Poob wasn’t here. Phew… That’s good. Guest thought, his mind flooded with relief. But he couldn’t be too happy, he still needed to protect the others as well.

Based on the lack of giggles, glitching, or generator malfunctions, he assumed the killer was Slasher.

Slasher terrified Guest. Not because he was a bacon. He couldn’t blame the guy for his heritage. But rather, the soldier saw himself in him. If he never met Daisy… or even Matt… would this have happened to him? He didn’t like thinking about that.

Guest found Chance hopelessly flipping his coin, they seemed to be out of charges for their gun, just weakness stacking upon him. Slasher was right on his tail. Guest managed to charge into the killer, tackling him to the ground. Slasher managed to strike his knife into the guest’s side, which made the veteran grunt in pain as he picked himself up and ran. Slasher was right behind him. He managed to block an attack, parrying the bacon’s behead with a punch. He quickly bolted as far as he could while the killer was stunned. Elliot threw him a pizza as the soldier hid by a generator, protecting Dusekkar and Noob as they connected the wires. Elliot quickly stated, 

“I’m gonna go find Chance, his aura just popped up. He’s hurt.” The pizza-boy ran to find them. Guest looked at each corner of their hiding spot. The map was Haunted Hotel, they were in the party room, surrounded by annoyingly bright yellow walls, with printing on the floor that looked like a ball pit? Guest didn’t understand the point, but now wasn’t the time to worry about the Spectre’s… questionable decorating skills. 

Elliot came back with a limping Chance. The gambler still had their signature grin, despite being at 40 heath with weakness XII. Elliot helped the others with the generator as he waited for his pizza throw cooldown to finish. Chance was flipping his gold coin, his eyes behind his glasses flashing gold whenever the coin landed on heads. Guest continued watching as a guard until he heard the killer’s signature music. The soldier popped out from his hiding spot to charge at Slasher. The bacon raised his knife, panic surged through Guest’s chest, his block cooldown wasn’t finished yet. He wouldn’t be able to block the attack if he tried. He braced for impact, only to hear a BANG! as Chance fired his flintlock. Guest looked back to see Chance, body still aching, managing to aim at Slasher. 

“GUEST! You fucking idiot MOVE!” he yelled. Guest wrapped around one of the purple walls scattered around the party room, sprinting down the hallway before stopping to regain his stamina. 

1337 avoided the zombie arms crawling out of the ground to go back to protect the other survivors, Chance was good, but only when their luck was good. Who knows what’s happened in the few moments he’d been gone?

What he saw when he came back was horrifying. Slasher stabbing into Chance’s flesh, their clothes being soaked with blood, with a final slash right on the neck, beheading Chance and killing them. 

Guest backed away, trying to pull himself together. It’s okay, it’s fine. Chance’s death only brought the timer back up to 3 minutes and 30 seconds, and they’ll be back soon. 

Slasher noticed the soldier, the killer’s eyes flashing with something unrecognizable before he went after Guest. 1337 looped around the purple walls, but Slasher was catching up.

The sting of a knife getting sliced into your flesh is something Guest was used to, but it wasn’t any less painful. He grunted in pain, he couldn’t cry, he had to be strong. Elliot threw him a pizza, he caught it and ate it, his health going from 30 to 90. He managed to block the killer’s attack, but decided to save his punch charge for later. 

Dusekkar casted slowness upon Slasher, giving Guest a chance to gain more distance. Noob was around the corner. At the sight of Guest running, they knew the bacon was nearby, and ran in her own direction. 

The round came to a close, all four of them learned how to loop effectively enough to avoid Slasher for the most part. 1337 returned to the cabin with minor injuries, the largest being a gash in his side, but it was quickly being healed by Elliot’s pizza. 

He stood up from the winner’s table; Poob was talking with a revived Chance, but they smiled as soon as they saw the soldier. 

“Guest!!1! R u oki? R u hurt?” they quickly asked. Guest smiled softly, his pupils dilating at the sight of the noob. 

“I’m okay, thank you for asking,” he replied. Poob smiled back and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which made the veteran’s face turn a slight pink. 

“Gud!” the exclaimed before returning to their conversation with Chance. Guest’s flustered expression faded back into a smile as he sat down next to Party Noob, wrapping his arm around their waist as he leaned on their head. 

“Mmmm… Sleepy…” he mumbled as he flicked off their party hat to replace it with his head. The noob laughed. 

“U can slep whil’ i talk to Chance,” Poob replied. Guest nodded as his eyes grew heavy. The guest yawned before sleep took over him.

CHAPTER 8B — Party Noob

Party Noob was not expecting Guest to just… fall asleep on them, especially next to another survivor. Currently, 1337 was laying down, with his head on their lap. The soldier had to change positions to get more comfortable. Poob was running their fingers through his soft blue hair, frowning as they felt the clumps that were bonded together by blood. They gently started trying to brush them out. Chance continued talking. 

“So are you and Guest a thing now?” they asked. Party Noob thought for a moment. We’re the two of them a thing? I mean… they’ve acted like they were. Especially in the past 24 hours. The two should probably discuss labels later. 

“Well… we hav’n’t put lab’ls on anythin’ yet… so maybee? I don’ rly kno’…” the noob explained. Chance nodded in acknowledgment.

“All I’m gonna say is this: don’t rush into anything too quickly. Guest is a great man, but you just got here, ya know? I mean… I’m not gonna tell you how to run things, but that’s my advice.” Party Noob smiled. 

“Ur rly sm’rt when u wan’a be, Chance!” they teased. Chance gasped in mock offense. 

“Heyyyy! I’m smart! I just choose not to be sometimes,” the gambler replied. 

“Righttttttt…” Elliot replied sarcastically as he walked into the room. Chance’s face darkened to a deeper, more reddish grey. 

“Ellie! Whose side are you on!?” he questioned. Elliot looked over at them and raised an eyebrow. 

“Obviously yours, Chance. You know that, but I’m not gonna lie,” the pizza-boy explained. Chance laughed. 

“You’re not fairrrrr!” he whined. Elliot sighed and threw Chance a slice of pizza. 

“Better?” he asked. Chance’s pout turned into a grin as he nodded and began devouring the slice of pizza. Elliot sighed, 

“This is the shit I have to deal with, Poob.” Chance stuck their tongue out at Elliot. 

“You know ya love me, Ellie.” The pizza-boy rolled his eyes, trying to hide his own grin. 

“Yes I do, but I still don’t enjoy dealing with your shit,” he replied. That seemed to shut Chance up, his blush deepening. Party Noob smiled at the two of them before looking down at the sleeping guest on their lap. They kissed the soldier’s forehead as they continued to comb through his hair. 

“Sleepy boy…” they cooed. Chance and Elliot heard them. The two of them smiled. 

“Can I take a picture for blackmail-” Chance asked before quickly being shut up by a not-so-discreet nudge from Elliot, but Poob nodded. 

“Totally,” they grinned. Chance snapped a picture of the sleeping veteran before laughing, 

“Oh this is totally gonna be shown every time he decides to be a smartass,” they explained. Party Noob grinned, 

“Send dat to me, 2!!!” Chance nodded before walking away to print the photos out, with Elliot following the gambler. It was just Poob and Guest now. Poob’s grin softened to a smile as they murmured, 

“Guest… wake up, hon’y… we got’a get u in bed,” The guest groaned and curled further into the noob. 

“Five more minutes…” he mumbled. Poob laughed, 

“Guest… that has to be uncomfor’able for u…” they replied. Guest stretched as he shook his head. 

“It’s nottttttt…” Party Noob sighed, giving up on changing 1337’s mind. They continued combing through his hair. 

Static hazed their vision. They blinked a couple times, trying to get the awful fuzz away. They noticed the red figure, its glitchy being standing a few feet away. The noob tried to speak again, but their throat constricted. They gasped for air, trying to speak. The being approached Party Noob, its glowing eyes piercing through their own. 

“T̶̢̨̟̱̬̰̝͎̈͆͑ǫ̶̢̨̨̣͖̝͈̫͍̞̲̝͗́̑̇̊̄͒͘ͅ ̴̝̲͚̌̎s̶̢̳͇̬̣̗͚̱̟͈̮̥̺̹͌̏̆̍̃ą̸̫̙̩̩̊̔̉̔̈́̅̚̕͝v̶̡͇̲̘̰̤̺̬̱͓̩̗̤̀̈̑́̈́̿̂́̉̆͜͝ḛ̴̀ ̶̨̨̧͚̞̼̥̪̼̦͇͓͈̺͉̊̑͑̍̓̾̎̾͂̇͠t̶̺͙̺͉̭̝̼̙̅̓͗̍̐͛̈́̎̿̅̚͜͝h̵͍̜̬̥̱̞̖̹̩̏̉̄̓̈́̎͂͜ͅͅè̶̝̦͕̠̦̺͉͓̯̣̹̐͊̽̇͛̃̈́̕i̸̠̺̜̋͛̌̿́̓̋̕̚͠r̶̝̼̜͕̝̜͈̱̗̈́̎̿͆̕ ̵̢̡̟͓̫͓̺̬̺͚̏̈́͌͊͗̾̌́͋͋͛̚̕s̵̳̠̰̪͌̃̅̈́͊͜ö̴̱́̃̒̓̇͊͒͂͒́͑̆̃ú̵̯͈̲̜͖̮̭̬͙̲͚͈͂̉̋́̓̓̾̈̓̆̚͘͠ͅļ̴̤̍̈́̊̏̅̃͌̾̉̏͛ͅs̴̨̺̠͇̤̲̠̗̱̗̉̆̈́̽̕ͅ,̵̛̺̣͕̣͖̟͔͍̖̬̦͍̟̐͑̆͜ ̸̗͕̙̹̫̮͉̾̀͊̔͐̃͒̚̚ͅs̷̛̝̝̑̅͗͝͝͝ą̷̖̟̜̲̜͐̄͛̋͒͂̔̿̿̎ç̶̝͓̣̞̪̖͉̽͛̄͘̕̕r̴̫̞̎͆͆̽̆͛͠͝ị̸̰̲̫̞͈̠͔̙̰͓̣̪̈̇́͑͘f̵̩̤̥͖̩͖͎̺̠̬̀̈́̉̋̊͛̀̉̚͝ī̴̢̙̩͚̙̫̩̫͉̹̗͙͖͖̞͋͂̓̑̊ċ̸̢̢̢̛̛̭̠͇̗͓̻͙̣̥̪̏͊̈́̾͝ȩ̸̧̼̩̘͕͙͙̙͓͇̰͖̺̔̏̔̾̊ ̶̳̺̹̻̯̃̽̽̓͜y̸̛̛͇͖̍̽̂͗̆̂̆͒̀̌̄͝͝o̴̝̩͕̝̬̪͙̒́̑̐͊̃ư̷̮̣̥̂̽ŕ̴̥̰̄͂̄͋̈̐̈́͋͑̕̕̕͜͝ ̸̡̯̭͍̪̞̙͇͉̘͕̹̲͍̕ơ̷̢̥͉̜̥̜̳̮̌͐͂̉̐͒̂͌̅͒w̸͈̠̑͋̇̉n̸̢̢̻͖̙͚̦͎̹̲͓͚͓̻̋̄̓̈́͋͘͘͜͠.̶̢̱̠͔̞̓͑̇” the figure spoke, but Poob couldn’t understand what the entity was saying, they tried to hear the entity again, but it vanished.

What the hell was that?