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SUPER WEIRD LAZY FORSAKEN HISTORY?????????????
heya there!! name’s astra!!! im here to present to you (drumroll..)
my self incert oc forsaken fic!! It’ll be gory, weird, and often times i’ll probs be projecting!!
Comments will be left on, as i appreciate all kinds of criticism!! Also, be warned, my first language's not english, so expect a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes!!!!
Uhhhhh, general oc info next chapter. All ya need to know’s her name’s Froguis12. I go by the same username in roblox if you wanna add me (somewhy)
With no further adieu, here she is!!!
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Froguis12.
Her name.
Or at least the name her friends and family knew her by. Who is she fooling? Only her family recognizes that name. From the few friends that had managed to stick over a year or two, none knew that name.
Froguis didn’t know when or why she started scamming people out of their money. It started innocently enough- convincing some random kid to give her their dog in exchange for some candy. The kid had gladly given up their pet, and Froguis had promised herself she’d give it back. Eventually.
But she forgot.
And she kept forgetting. Over and over. And before she knew it, Froguis had amassed a stupidly large collection of pets, that eventually she sold for riches. When admins came over, Froguis had no way of explaining herself.
And so, she was banned. Temporarily. But still, death still hurt so much, despite being temporary. So, so much.
One thing led to another- and Froguis created alters. Fake versions of herself that even if banned, would cause her minimal pain.
Minimal. Not null.
That’s why so little people knew her real name. The real her.
The somewhat, real Froguis12.
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Present. What a lovely place to be in, ain’t it?
Not for Froguis. Working at Builder Brother’s Pizza had looked like a good idea to lay low before, but the workplace environment was absolute jackshit.
Ever since that Elliot guy had went missing, Mr. Builder sometimes forgot to pay them in his sorrow. Which, sure, isn’t a problem for her, but it was still irritating. Not to mention, they had to work unpaid hours just because apparently the missing guy, Elliot, kept everything afloat.
“Sucks to suck, I guess..” She murmured under her breath, placing yet another pizza in the conveyor belt, completely ignoring the person stuck on the oven besides her. The red cotton of the uniform stuck uncomfortably to her skin in the heat of the kitchen. “Gods, couldn’t they have installed an AC in here?”
“Complain later, work now!” Lulu, her manager, happily chided as she walked past the kitchen door. The promotion had gotten into her head, as she paraded around all day in that stupid black tuxedo.
“You’re not the one burning up in this hellfire.” The tired worker hissed, before going back to work.
This was torture. The time here went excruciatingly slow, except for rush hour- which slipped by like water in a loud river. She’d taken up this job to keep up appearances (i.e, launder money) but gods was it painful.
At least it possibly couldn’t get worse.
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The Spectre was bored. So, so bored.
Its prey’s reactions were getting old again. Even after the ever-glitching god entered its games out of amusement, he soon began to stop appearing because he ‘didn’t feel like it’, which was.. Troubling.
Even the father and the child were getting repetitive. He always pleaded and the naive child never listened. It was odd how the one with the burger hat wasn’t resentful. That unsettled it.
Nonetheless, the Spectre was looking for a new prey. A new singer for the chorus of incessant agony it had. Someone that would amuse it, with exaggerated and dramatic movements and expressions.
The Spectre had seen a silverback TV with a skateboard, as well as the somehow banned guest, but decided to save them for later. Yes, Noob’s friends shall join the chorus, but later. When it decrees it’s appropriate.
No, right now, the Spectre found something more interesting. Well, some things to be exact.
When it set itself to find a victim, it found a particular robloxian. She seemed a bit.. Plain at first, in all senses, but pulling up her code like one pulls a weed by its roots, it found a complex web.
Dozens of alters (i.e, accounts), linked to exactly the same base code. Multiple robloxians, much like the avian admin it had kidnapped so long ago. This was no small feat, as whenever any of the alters got banned, the base code would feel the pain of death if only for a moment.
Much like it did in its realm, yes.
So, much like Death, the Spectre did the only thing it knew to do- take.
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Froguis12 collapsed onto the couch of her not-so-humble home, like every other day after work. Not even bothering to change from her work clothes, she pulled out her phone and began scrolling through her contacts.
“Who to bother..” She said to particularly no one. Finally she settled on calling who was probably the busiest person she knew. The phone rang twice before the person on the other side of the line picked up.
“Heyy tornnassol!” She greeted, smiling even though she hadn’t gotten a response.
“What is it now, Froguis?” The tired voice of her friend answered, deadpanned.
“Oh nothing! Just wanna know how the new job at HQ is treating you. Heard the hours were ruthless.”
“They are, yes. Ever since Builderman, Shedletsky, and Dusekkar went missing, the workplace has been in shambles. I-”
“Well, that’s good for me! Less admins mean less people looking for me!”
“You’re not taking this seriously, are you?”
“Love, when have I ever taken anything seriously?” She cackled, turning to look at the window. “Besides, I-”
Froguis paused, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“Hey, have you- ..do you see anything, like, weird in the sky right now?”
“What do you mean?” tornnassol paused. “Are you on something right now?”
“What? No! I’m serious. You don’t see anything?”
“..No? Look, tell me what you’re seeing right now. Describe it.”
“I- okay. Instead of blue, the sky’s like.. Imagine static, but it's black and red instead of black and white.” She answered cautiously, standing up. “Wait up, I’m gonna go check.”
“Are you sure you didn’t eat or drink anything weird?”
“Shut up, will ya?” She climbed up the stairs to her balcony, looking up to stare at the strange colorations of the sky.
“So?” tornnassol inquired.
Froguis opened her mouth to answer, but the air was knocked out of her lungs despite nothing hitting her. Weightlessness overtook her senses, even as her two feet remained planted against the rooftop.
The sky turned back to normal.
The phone clattered to the ground, no one to hold it anymore.
“Hello?”
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