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              Walking home through an especially sketchy alley, wasn't something you'd desire, fact you'd actually rather not walk through any alleys.  You shuddered from not only the cold, but also from a stupid and childish feeling of being watched.  All the horror movies you've been watching recently have been really getting to you.  God... I really shouldn't be watching horror movies.  You thought as you sighed almost disapprovingly at yourself.

                 Finally getting out of that alley, you step out onto the street.  You were dreaming of getting home and flopping down into your nice soft mattress- a huge contrast to the uncomfortable chair you sat- used to sit in 8 hours a day.  A few steps in you were almost to the other si- Nope.  Apparently fate had other plans for you that day, and they weren't in your favor.  A pair of headlights were barreling towards you with flashing red and blue lights just beyond the car that were about to run you over.  C-come on... move..!  You were exactly like a deer in headlights right now, fact, you were in headlights- SPLAT.              

               You screamed as a horrible squelching sound was made.  Your vision blurred and your head lolled back onto the freezing concrete.  No- I- I- Why couldn't I m-move..?  Why didn't I move...  You were lain on the road, blood pooling out of you with agonizing pain surging through your entire body.  A disgusting metallic taste and smell was flooding your senses, mingled with an indescribable, excruciating pain.  Your body felt too cold.  Why was this happening to you?  You'd already lost your job, burned yourself with a pan today, poured scalding coffee on yourself by accident- This day was an absolute disaster.  You couldn't stay awake any longer.  The last thing you'd seen were flashing lights.  You'd ended up on the news the next day, but you wouldn't know that; "Pedestrian struck by a speeding car in pursuit by police, pronounced dead the next morning."  was the pitiful headline of the morning news.

              "Two Time!" A voice hissed, "Be gone thy foolish cultist!"  A wise voice spoke commandingly.  You opened your eyes to see a pale figure looming above you. 

              "Oh thank the Spawn you're awake!" They cried out, ignoring the... BLUE PUMPKIN?!  What the fuck?  The strange person was whacked away by a staff. 

              "Forgiveth thy cultist for thou's foul behaviors."  Mr Pumpkin, as you had named him, spoke with a tone of disgust when he said cultist.  You sat up, leaning against a wooden wall.  You winced and doubled down as a sharp pain shot through well... everywhere.  When you looked up, your head was pounding and you were surrounded by a frightening amount of people, which was not good for your social anxiety.              

              Your eyes widened and you tried backing yourself up more than you already were, but you ended up hurting yourself.  "Hey, easy there." A man with a southern accent spoke, coming towards you.  When he reached you, he crouched down to your level, and lightly put a hand on your shoulder.  You were shaking with anxiety mixed with pain.  You were starting to spiral into a panic attack.  Something about the way they haven't done anything but be calm, except for the apparent 'cultist', who had shouted something, that was incoherent to you at the time, about... the 'Spawn'?  Never mind about the strange sounding thing that seemed to be made out as a deity by the 'cultist'.  The fact they were being nothing but kind and patient with you was helping to calm you.

              "W-Where am I..?" You croaked out, your throat dry and coarse.

              A new voice spoke, one that was even more authoritative than the last, "We don't actually know.  We all just woke up here."  You blinked at the blue haired man in a military uniform.  He was leaning against the couch, which had a very ugly color in your opinion.  You looked around to see a man in a red... Builder Brother's Pizza uniform?  How much weirder could these other people get?  You thought as the red uniformed man walked into the kitchen.  He did look familiar, but you couldn't tell because of your headache that was worse than all the others you've experienced.

              You didn't notice this until now, but a cloaked person was peeking over the back of the couch.  They jumped when you noticed them, and signed to the 'southern accent man'. "🫵❓ (Who's that?)"

             "Right," He sighed.  "I'm Builderman, that's Guest 1337, but we all just call him Guest." He said, pointing to the blue haired man you had seen leaning on the back of the couch.  He nodded to you in acknowledgment as Builderman continued, "That's Taph, Dusekkar, and Two Time." He pointed towards the cloaked figure on the couch, then towards 'Mr Pumpkin', and then toward the 'cultist' sitting by the fireplace.  "Elliot's in the kitchen preparing for the next round, and that's Chance."  He motioned to a gray robloxian, who was flipping a coin for some reason, at the mention of his name, they winked at you, their ocean blue eyes piercing.  He also mentioned someone named 'Shedletsky'.  As a robloxian yourself, you knew who he was.  "We also have two other survivors, 007n7 and Veeronica." Elliot walked out of the kitchen with a glass of water and a slice of pizza, he scowled at the mention of 007n7.

             Elliot handed you the glass of water and pizza.  You started eating, and for some strange reason, you felt a lot better than when you first arrived.  But... all the information you were receiving was a lot.  You had so many questions!  What do they mean by 'next round'?  How did you all get here?  What is this place?  What was in the food that made you feel so much better?  Is anyone else here?  If so, who?  The list could run on for hours.  Yet, for all your questions, there seemed to be so little answers.

             "What do you mean 'preparing for the next round'.....?"  You spoke shakily, still adjusting to the new environment as you look around.  They all looked at one another, unsure of how to explain to you what Builderman meant.  That's when a bell tolled, and your vision faded to black.  The only thing you were left with, was a feeling that something terrible would be waiting when you next awakened.

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              When you finally came back to your senses, you found yourself smelling... smoke?  Was there a fire here?!  You looked turned your head left to right to be met with small flames licking off of various objects.  You just stood there blinking at the scene.  This place felt... oddly familiar too.... you looked to your right to see a broken and burned 'Builder Brother's Pizza' logo on top of your childhood restaurant you used to go to all the time.  You felt strangely... drawn to the ruins. 

              You made your way over there, looking at the scene.  The smell of burnt pizza was still there as if the arsonist, c00lkid, had just burned it down only a few hours ago.  Any person who would have seen this, would have been immediately fill with terror.  Not the other survivors, they had seen this map a hundred times over.  Every aspect of this twisted universe was their, not so new, normal.  The restaurant was an absolute mess.  Booths and tables everywhere, fire all over the place, the kitchen in the back.  Oh it was all such a horrible sight for you to see.  You'd remember the days of hanging out with this boy on the weekend.  He had such beautiful blonde hair that you would kill to have.  Reminiscing on the past made you think about your childhood friend, Elliot.  He was here too, but in the state you were in when you had arrived, your head was pounding too hard too even recognize him.

              Elliot.  Both you and him needed no introduction.  Ever since your shitty parents would leave you at Builder Brother's Pizza for usually 8 hours a day, except for on weekdays, most days, he would be there. and until your parents got you your own phone at 14, you would be pretty bored without him.  You were snapped out of your thoughts by huge spikes with red code around them-?  There was no time to think- You screeched as one had hit you, knocking you down onto the ground.  The edges of your vision was blurred with red, your skin felt like it was on fire, though it wasn't.  There was a strange code that was enveloping your body, and it hurt like hell.  You were swatting at your arms trying to get it off you, but you couldn't get it off.  Even worse, you were near a wall, and from your only escape would be from behind- NOPE.  It was blocked off by the spikes.  A calculated and cunning move made by whatever had trapped you, like they had done this thousands of times before.

              You looked back only to see a man with an alarmingly large spike for an arm with the same red code that had felt like it was corroding your skin.  He was now... stomping?  And- HOLY CRAP... HE MADE THAT CODE APPEAR BENEATH HIM!?  You had gotten up as he was running towards you.  There was no doubt that he was friendly.  You thought your life was over until you heard a gunshot echo in the background.  The strange 'man' covered his head with a clawed hand as the spikes disappeared into the ground.

              "RUN!" a voice shouted from behind Spike Man.  At this point you're just creating names for people you don't know the names of.  You looked at the man behind Spike Man, you remembered them from the brief introduction Builderman had given back in the cabin.  Chance was the person with the gun, more specifically, a flintlock.  He must've been the one to shoot Spike Man.

             "W-Who or- what is that?!?"  You cried out as they grabbed your hand and started dragging you along side them.

             "No time to answer questions, Gorgeous!" He replied hurriedly.  Gorgeous...?  That's probably my nickname that'll stick with me forever, now.  You sighed- aaaannnddd just as you were starting to relax, Spike Man roared angrily in the distance.  You jumped at the sudden noise.  Spikes rose up between you and Chance, separating the two of you.  You'd gotten hit twice.  Yelping in agony as you started limping, your vision was blurring like the time you'd gotten run over by that car.  You started to stress even further as you- WHY CAN'T I RUN? COME ON! RU-  You were picked up by the shoulder, and seemingly within the same second, a huge spike was thrust through your back, and straight through your chest.  Pain flooded in as you started to seize uncontrollably.  Spike Man then put a huge clawed hand on your back, and quickly slid you off his spike-arm.  You were lain on grass, that same horrible metallic taste and smell all up in your senses again.  Your bodily contents were spilled on ground, with blood, yet again, pooling out of you, but quicker this time.  You started crying, though that didn't last long as your vision quickly blurred, then faded to black.  What would this purgatory like world have in store for you next..?

             Elliot was being pursued by the corrupted brute almost all round.  John Doe had left him alone for the time being, allowing him a moment to rest and pop a med-kit, that is if he could find one.  He didn't have one, and he sure as hell wasn't going out and risk being killed.  He was only on 25HP!  Curse whatever thing brought him and the others here that only made him have 80HP!  Suddenly, Elliot's skin felt like it was on fire.  He then realized he stepped into a digital footprint.  John Doe roared animalistically in the background, before charging his direction, leaving the survivor he was in pursuit with alone to go after one that was more vulnerable.  Elliot started running, but with slowness I  it was hard to run.  Where has Guest been this entire round?!  He thought worriedly as the smell of melted skin flooded his nose. 

               After the effect of corrupted I slowness I ended, John Doe had gotten to him by then, and he was left on 6HP after that.  Like the corrupted brute had always done, he'd pick up any survivor, low enough in health, by the shoulder, and thrust his giant spike for an arm through his chest.  Just as that had been done to you, and countless other survivors, the same happened to Elliot.  He'd lost count how many times he stepped into a digital footprint and ended up dying because of it. 

              He respawned back at the cabin, his wounds from the previous round had healed, but his chest was still throbbing with immense pain.  He was disappointed he had made such an amateur mistake, considering the amount of time he'd been here- or the amount of time he'd assumed he'd been here.  No one kept count.  Especially not after everyone realized that this was just an eternal loop.  An eternal loop of pain and torture.

              Guest1337 had been walking around the entire round, distracted from his promise he realized he had broken just this round.  He was ashamed of breaking his unspoken promise he'd made to the rest of the survivors.  He'd been wandering around the map for so long, just being lost in thought.  he hadn't even noticed the last survivor, Elliot, had died.  John Doe's roar, that was normally louder than the rest when in Last Man Standing, was the only thing to alert him that the others had died.  He sighed and remember the phrase his parents had always said to him as a kid.. "Be strong, always be strong."  That was the only thing he had to remember his parents by.  He despised the Bacon Army more than anything else in the world.  They were the reason his parents were gone.  They were the reason so much pain was inflicted on so many people.  So many innocent lives.

              As he was thinking about canon events that happened in his life, John Doe snuck up on him and hit him once, causing 28 precious health points to be shaved off 115HP.  As he lost those precious HP points, he snapped out of his own thoughts, becoming aware of the ruthless killer behind him.  F-Fuck!  87HP with an entire Last Man Standing to go against this guy?  He thought, reading his bar of health from the corner of his vision.  John Doe tried hitting Guest1337 again, but this time was different, he had blocked.  The corrupted looking brute fell right into his plan.  With a painful crack, John Doe roared in pain and fury as he got stunned, raising a clawed hand to cover the spot where Guest1337 had punched him.  Three seconds is all it took for Guest1337 to have the upper hand in this Last Man Standing. 

              After three seconds of being stunned, John Doe roared like a feral animal, using his 404 Error ability to see exactly where Guest1337 was.  John Doe charged towards the loading area.  Guest1337 was still making as much distance as he could.  Guest1337 had a huge stamina advantage, making John Doe result to a desperate attempt to hit Guest 1337 with Corrupt Energy.  Unfortunately for Guest1337, he got hit three times. dealing 36 damage in total. 40 seconds left with only 51HP left.  Off of first glance, he seemed trapped, but with closer inspection, there was a little gap between the spikes.  Limping across the other side of the building, he squeezed through the small gap, just barely big enough to fit through.  John Doe followed behind him.  30 seconds left.   Guest1337 decided to knock back John Doe a little bit using Charge.  Guest1337's luck seemed to be in the gutter this round, as when he charged into him, he hit him at the same time.  15 seconds left with 23HP left.

              John Doe had caught up to Guest1337 after just a few seconds.  Guest1337 had tried to time a block at 5 seconds left, but John Doe was expecting it.  He didn't swing at him.  Guest1337's eyes widened as he missed his block, he couldn't run due to missing his block.  John Doe picked him up by the shoulder, thrusting his huge spike cleanly through his chest.

ROUND OVER: THE KILLER WON.

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              As the round ended, and the survivors were brought back to the cabin, you woke with a gasp and cold sweat all over your body as you sat up.  Your body hurt like it did when you were run over by that car.  Remembering the feeling of bones being snapped, limbs hanging on by only a few ligaments, the feeling of your warm blood oozing and gushing out of you body.  This only reminded you of that, but this felt worse.  Feeling organs being punctured and sliding out of the hole from your chest, the way your spinal column was snapped so easily by that corrupted looking brute.  You would have never thought blood could gush out of a person faster than what you've already experienced, but the universe, or whatever deity was here, just had to prove you wrong.

              Laying back down for a few minutes, you felt a presence near you.  You looked up to see Two Time, the same pale figure from earlier, yet again, looming above you.  "Oh thank the Spawn you're awake!"  They cried out, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you towards them.  Are they... cradling me in their lap..?  What the fuck?  You thought quite uncomfortably as their intense gaze never left yours.  They were rambling on about the 'Spawn'.  "Before I tell you more, what's your name?"

              "...(Y-(Y/N)," You responded, "I hear you're... Two Time... if I'm not mistaken."  Two Time nodded and blushed slightly as you recognized their name.  No one had made them feel like this ever since they had...

              "Let me tell you (Y/N), my perfect little nightshade, the Spawn is our savior and the reason for all life!  They're the reason why you're alive, why I'm alive, why everything is alive!"  They rambled on, almost sounding maniacal.  The way they had called you theirs made you a bit uncomfortable, but it'd been so long since someone had last held you like this... ever since... No... You sighed, relaxing in their arms as they rambled on.

              "Two Time!" That same voice from earlier hissed at the cultist.  You saw Dusekkar floating down the stairs.  Internally, he felt jealous at the sight of Two Time holding you like that.  He couldn't help but feel so... attracted to you.  He felt enraged at the fact Two Time had gotten you into such a vulnerable position.  That should have been him right there!  "Unhand thou at once thou asinine cultist!" He shouted at Two Time, drawing the attention of other survivors to the scene.  Two Time stared daggers into Dusekkar.  This was their moment with you, and this stupid pumpkin was ruining it!  

              They let you go, and placed you back on the couch.  You almost missed their touch, but you sure as hell weren't going to say anything.  Two Time then walked up the stairs, and disappeared down the hall.

              Dusekkar then floated up to you, "Thy imbecile didn't fill thou's mind with impure lies about thy 'Spawn' didst thou?"  He asked with a light tone of disgust.  You nodded in response.  "Thou mustn't listen to thy's misleading, foolish, lies."  He said seriously, yet with a calm manner.

              You just grunted in response, not sure how to respond.  With what Two Time had told you, it sounded too good to be true.  It sounded deceitful, lies covered up with glory.

              "My dear companion, thy 'Spawn' is all but a cretinous hoax."  He said sternly.  "Thy cultist is too far gone to revive from thou's doltish obsession."  The words he spoke seemed very judgmental, though you couldn't blame him.  It did sound way too good to be true.  "I beg of thee to not fall for such preposterous deceit."  He added on a lighter note before floating away, leaving you alone, yet again.

              The others had left you alone, some hadn't talked to you at all yet, but you guessed you were only here for a few hours.  Your childhood best friend had walked out of the kitchen with more pizza, obviously, and another glass of water.  If there was one thing you knew, it was that at least all injuries from the 'rounds' were somehow healed when the 'rounds' did end, though that didn't take away the horrifying feeling or memory of being killed.  You were still sat on the couch when Elliot approached you with a slice of appetizing pizza and water that looked like it was from God himself.  He sat down next to you before speaking, "So... it's been awhile, hasn't it?"  He chuckled almost nervously as he handed you the drink and food he's brought over.

              "I guess so,"  You responded, taking what he offered you.  All the memories you've had with him as a child was all flooding back to you.  "I-"  You started, but cut yourself off because you weren't sure where to even start.  "I have so many questions... but to start off with, how did I even get here?"  

              "As I'm sure someone has mentioned before, we're not sure.  We all think it has something to do with our deaths though."  You were mid bite before you stopped and stared at Elliot, absolutely dumbfounded.  Elliot looked away from your beautifully colored eyes.  Whenever you looked at him like that, pure butterflies in his stomach.  He would have done anything to keep your parents from taking you away from him.  He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly with one hand.  That theory he mentioned did make sense.  You only ended up here after you died being run over by a car.  Out of all the things you could have died from, you got run over by a car trying to cross the street.  You shuddered at the memory and agonizing pain you went through.

              "When we were teleported to the ruins of Builder Brother's Pizza, who or what the fuck, was that thing!?"   You asked after swallowing your bite of delicious pizza.  Elliot had gotten good at making pizza.  You knew this was his doing because of the flavor.  The way the cheese melted on your tongue, the crispy yet warm and fluffy crust, the sauce!  Everything about the way he made pizza made you drool just thinking about it.  He had tried teaching you how to make pizza at one point when you were around 15

              "Ah.  Him."  He said, shuddering before continuing on, "That thing is John Doe.  If you tried talking to him to see if he was friendly, as you probably could tell, he's not.  Even if you did try talking to him, he wouldn't have even responded.  We don't know much about him, other than the fact that he's ruthless and can't have sense talked into him.  Much like the other killers."  He explained, his face heating up at the proximity of both of you.

              The water you were drinking, almost choked you, which it in fact did taste like holy water straight from the heavens above, perfect to quench your parched throat, when you heard there was other killers too.  "T-There's more of them?!"  You exclaimed, still clearing your throat after this heavenly water had nearly killed you.  Okay, maybe that was a bit of an over exaggeration.  

              "Right, no one's told you what exactly any of this is.  Allow me to explain this twisted universe.  We have rounds, such as the last one, with a killer and a maximum of eight survivors picked at random.  Both survivors and killers have abilities.  We created classes for the survivors, ranking from 'Sentinel', 'Support', and 'Survivalist'.  Survivors such as Guest, Shedletsky, Two Time, and Chance are considered sentinels because of their abilities.  For the support class, Dusekkar, Taph, and myself are part of this group.  007n7, Veeronica, and Noob are in the survivalist rank.  Survivalists don't really do much because their abilities, as the name 'survivalist' implies, their abilities don't really help out the rest of the team."  He continued on about how all this worked, you weren't really speaking because you were occupied with devouring this pizza that was in front of you.

              If they all have abilities... then what's mine..?  You wondered, finishing up the last of your pizza.  "Thanks for the pizza Eli."  You thanked him, using his childhood

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meet again together in this life."  Both you and Elliot started leaning in, and before you knew it, you two were touching lips to lips.