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Ah,
another normal day in Forsaken, kills, lobby awaiting, and everything else that you'd generally see in game, such as same everyday breakfast for the cast members.
This time around was basically the same, where a few of the group of survivors entered the game while the rest stayed to clean at the cabin. Guest1337 and Chance were the ones left today. Guest1337 being this big, burly ex-military man with pale alabaster skin and short, navy-blue hair. While Chance was this, well, handsome and filthy rich fella who sports striking sunglasses and a fedora indoors (to maintain his flashy style, he reasoned defiantly).
Chance was wasting his time by doing his usual dose of gambling with a so-far-infinite amount of money stash while Guest cleaned the pizza boxes and party hats from last night's party (particularly welcoming in a new survivor named Noob) in the survivor cabin.
"Yoo... I'm bored. Should we do a game of Russian Roulette, G?" The grey-skinned man grinned, flashing one of his golden fangs, bright and undeniably expensive.
"No, I refuse." the taller male answered bluntly as he shook his head and continues to dust off debris from the shelves, looking quite silly in a pink apron (Jane's pink apron) with yellow latex gloves casing his calloused hands.
Chance twirled his dreads in boredom as he laid his head on the billiard table. "pleaaaaase~?" He pinned a long gaze on Guest's back. One hand to his face as another hand reached out to tug at Guest's apron.
Though, before Guest could reply, the door bursts open to reveal a silhouette covered in red patches, most likely, if not obviously, blood. Anyhow, the person seemed tired. Her appearance was dishevelled as she suddenly collapses to the ground, staining the wooden floors with the blood she came with. Guest immediately walks over to her and brought her up to rest on the couch.
Chance seemed intrigued as they took in a few strands of her ebony black hair. "Damn. Where could she have come from…?" He muttered with an interested face towards the newcomer. "No clue," Guest replied, his elbow resting above the fireplace as he stared at the unconscious girl by the sofa.
"Whatever or wherever this 'girl' came from, we gotta wait for the rest.” Guest suggested, followed by Chance's nod as he initiated himself to invite the girls and women from another cabin.
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it took the girls a mere 2 minutes to arrive since their cabins were quite close. Just as Jane opened the door, the rest of the boys arrived alongside with Brighteyes and Veeronica. (to clarify, in my au, the round has more than 7 survivors).
"Woah! what the... a new kid?" Shedletsky, a man with yellow skin and brown, greasy curly hair sought his hands over to the unconscious girl. only to be held back by both Builderman and Brighteyes; both saying "Honey/darling, no." and Shedletsky can only nod with shame.
"Oh, bless the Spawn for a new sacrifice!" A crazed voice whispered out with glee. it was Two Time; the nonbinary devotee of a cult called Spawnism. The whole cast panicked when Two Time stepped closer to her with his double-bladed dagger and that creepy look on their face. Dusekkar, another member, was about to push Two Time away once they struck the dagger swiftly, but the girl thankfully woke up and she immediately dodged their attack.
"What the, -" The unknown girl squeaks out. Her voice was rasped, slightly higher pitched than the rest as her body moved with a quick swoosh to the table in the middle. Her eyebrows furrowed as she seemed to scan the area quickly; scanning all the unfamiliar faces with a scowl on her face.
"Who are you people…? where am I!?" she hissed dryly. Noob, who was finally back from fishing immediately stunned when they saw the girl stand up her ground as if she was threatened on the coffee table, initiating unwanted eye contact briefly until they then decided to scurry to the kitchen side of the cabin.
"This isn't funny..." The new girl said, her voice becoming even lower as if she was a cornered animal. But Brighteyes, ever so kind, was the one to step forward first. Her voice was soft, subtle, like how a mother would sound. "Darling, it's okay... We won't hurt you.” Anyone can spot the Scottish accent that stood light in her tone.
"...." Her silence said a lot.
"Well, since you won't speak first, what if we introduce ourselves to you?" Jane Doe added, her voice was much softer than Brighteyes', but it held a certain harshness iconic to her own image.
"I'm Jane Doe," her sleeved hand was placed on her chest as she observed the ebony haired girl's reaction. "This is my sister, Brighteyes." Jane then gestured using her hand towards Brighteyes.
"We may look similar, but Brightey here wears more colors and lights." Jane smiled warmly.
Chance was next to barge in and open his mouth. "Howdy, Name's Chance! Interested in doing some...Kachink?" Chance seemed to find amusement in teasing the jumpy girl, their hand pointing over to where the slot machines are at. After an awkwardly deafening silence filled with, shockingly, Chance's own second-hand embarrassment - he decided to stop.
"Oookay... Not much of a talker, then. Duly noted." He leaned over against Guest's thick chest as if owning it as a wall. "This big man's the one who carried you aaaall the way to here. His name's Guest1337. I personally called him G, but you can call em’ sergeant." he nudged playfully at Guest's chest that was followed by an eye roll from Builderman and Shedletsky.
"Aye, hold yer horses’, boy. The poor lass is distressed." Builderman cackled, his voice rasp and gruff. Everyone else followed suit as Chance couldn't think hard enough to make up for a comeback.
"Right, maybe takin' in names are much too sudden for ye', lass... Let's start with 'yers, should we?" Builderman nodded over to the girl, yanking her abruptly and practically forcing her to sit in the sofa quietly.
Well, it appears that the stunned girl didn't know what to do; Many eyes were staring holes into her, and she felt heavily judged., even when allegedly, no one wanted to make her feel out of place.
Soo... It was basically back to square one; silence.
"..... Mm.." She sounds conflicted. "Oh! I know, boys. We're taking her to our cabin. You guys just go on and prep dinner." Veeronica, a lady with a TV for a head with bright neon LED strips for a tail, was the first to talk out.
"Molly's probably gonna be squealing when she sees you!" Veeronica quickly did as she said without hearing the others’ opinions on the matter and brought her to their cabin. Fortunately for her, the poor newcomer only complied subconsciously.
The cabin looks tidy and cozier than the previous one.
"There we go! Now, tell us! What's more bout’cha?" Veeronica smiled. "My name’s Veeronica. Oh, and don’tchu worry. No more boys 'ere to prey on ya." Veeronica added with a slight nudge on the girl's shoulder.
The ebony-haired girl was hesitant at first, but she soon opened up once she gathered enough courage. "Nyx...xen. I’m Nyxxen." Her voice was so small, fragile, like she was afraid she'd be judged already.
But, thankfully, the girls knew better. They hugged her lightly and welcomed her into the group.
"Well, welcome to Hell, Nyxxen... We'll stick together from now on." A new unfamiliar voice pops up, seemingly coming from another girl that just woke up as she sat up from her sleeping hammock. Tanned skin, lush Cocoa brown hair... Muscles... Woah.
"Molls!" Said Veeronica, as she jumps in once more, "don't say that to Nyxxie! She just got here, for Mod's sake!" Jane laughed as she pats Molly on the back. "Well, Molly does have a point... This place is easily comparable to Hell."
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To Be Continued