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Taph huddled up by himself in a corner in a fetal position, knees to his chest as he curled up.

Traps curled up in the corner of his room, tripwires that Taph had crafted himself were scattered around. A feeble attempt at protecting himself.

He had run out of food 2 days ago– or was it 3? He had begun to lose track of time.

His ears rang, forever taunted by the roars of protesters.

He was terrified, wings covering his body. As if it’d save him from his sins.

I'm sorry. He signed to no one in particular. 

Hunger gnawed at him, he felt lightheaded and afraid. So, so very afraid.

What more could he do besides wait for the protesters to get to him? Maybe they'd end his suffering.

All of this over one simple bomb mistake.

maybe he’d die of hunger.

Taph didn't want to imagine that. 

His eyes slowly turned to his wings, glancing.

The dizziness came back into a swarm, it felt like his were drowning in it. He couldn't lift their head, an empty hollow feeling in his stomach.

He was dying, and he knew it.

Shakily, Taph forced himself to stand up, stumbling in the process as he desperately grasped at the wall.

Hope blossomed in the avian as he continued stumbling towards the door, ignoring the spots starting to cover his vision.

He was almost there! Maybe he’d find his boss, Builderman. Or an Admin, and get help!

Nausea built up as he collapsed against the door, fear building up immediately as his wings flapped uselessly in an attempt to stabilise himself.

Dark spots slowly blanketed him, death slowly making its way.

The avian took one more step, before blackness overtook him.

It felt peaceful, it felt okay. For once, Taph felt fine.

The terror of locking himself away to protect himself from protesters faded into a soft hum, leaving only bliss.

And as if it never existed, it stopped. 

Taph blinked, opening his eyes.

Despair immediately stabbed him as he curled up and gripped at the grass. It was all a dream. He was still alive, still stuck in that corner.

Wait, grass?

Taph shot up in a flurry, panic and confusion rushing through as he took in his environment.

A forest, he was in a forest. But hadn't he died? Did an admin find him? If so, why would they leave him in a forest?

Was he kidnapped? 

Looking around, Taph stood up and immediately began running, ignoring the sting of dizziness in his mind.

Thoughts raced in his mind, blurring and mingling together.

He was scared, so scared.

In the midst of his thoughts, Taph barely noticed when he ran directly into something.

The avian stumbled back, letting out a displeased chirp. Telamon, his throat burned.

“Oh– Hello there! Oh, ohh no.. Not another one. . .” A nervous voice perked up.

Taph froze. He had run into a person – straight into somebody.

How dumb was he? Great! This was probably a protester, and now he was going to die.

Turning to face his soon-to-be-killer. Taph was met to the face with .. a noob?

He blinked. They didn't look threatening. But that didn't mean they were safe.

The yellow noob seemed to spot Taphs panic, as they quickly put their hands up anxiously. “H-hey wait! I'm not a threat, I swear. . ! My names–” 

Taph cut the other off by promptly turning around and sprinting for his life back into the forest, ignoring the burn in his chest. 

The avian could hear the desperate calls from the yellow noob, attempting to bring Taph back.

Taph almost scoffed. He wasn't dumb, he knew it was a trap! 

He looked around, attempting to spot anything he could use as a weapon.

And as if the universe heard his thoughts, he stumbled across a sharp stick, immediately picking up with a relieved sigh.

He could use this to whack whoever came at him! He wouldn't allow himself to be gullible anymore.

Scurrying over to a tree, he hid behind it, holding the stick as if it was a crowbar.

He waited, and waited, and waited.

Maybe he’d be stuck here forever, and die of hunger just like he did before.

Now that he thought of it, the feeling of hunger was still extremely strong, and he still felt overly weak, but he could run.

There were so many things that could happen to him, what if that yellow noob had a whole group with them?

What would they do to Taph? The thought sparked fear inside him.

Would they give him a good ending– ending his suffering quick?

Did he even deserve a good ending?

Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps, multiple at that, shattered Taphs train of thoughts.

Taph couldnt think clearly, only one thought stayed. Survive, survive, survive, survive.

The avian shakingly aimed his stick, body trembling erratically as he attempted to calm his breathing.

Breathe in, 4 seconds.

Breathe out, 4 seconds.

A blur of a person came into his view, and without thinking, Taph raised his stick and promptly struck the figure.

Taph heard a small gasp, and for a moment, he felt guilty.

“Damn! We got a feisty one over here!”

Taph cringed at the voice, it felt too loud yet too quiet.

Everything felt too loud yet distant. He could hear the crunch of leaves under them, leaving sparks of pain in his ears. Yet it felt far away, as if he could barely grasp what the sound even was.

His head hurt, everything hurt.

His body hurt, his wings– oh, his wings. He hadn't preened it in so long.

Taph hazily raised his head, coming face to face with three figures.

His heart dropped.

That yellow noob from earlier, Taph knew he was a protester, and they had clearly brought more protesters to come and kill him! 

So why were they looking at him so gently? 

He frowned, slowly raising his stick to point it at the three again.

His only weapon, only way to escape, only way to live, he had to live– he wouldn't give up here! No, Builderman wouldn't have wanted him to give up here!

Hunger gnawed at him, tears pricking in the back of his eyes.

It was too bright, even though it was night.

It was too loud, even though it was silent.

The gray man, who Taph had presumed to be the one he struck, raised his hands slowly.

Oh my Telamon, this was it. He was done for, he was done for!

“Heyy there buddy.” The gray man spoke.

‘Get away.’ Taph signed harshly over and over again, a desperate attempt to get the three to back up.

He barely noticed the emoji symbols appearing above his head.

‘  👤👤👤➡️➡️➡️💨❗❗’

[Taph canonically speaks in emojis somehow so im just gonna add that here and act like it ismt impossible..]

The gray one blinked in surprise.

“Huh, thats neat– SO! Anyone know what the hell their saying?” 

Taph turned their head to the sound of a coin flip, watching with confusion and curiosity as the gray one flipped a coin.

What the hell is he doing? Was this a new tactic from the protesters to catch him off guard?

The yellow noob seemed to glance between the two nervously, before gently exclaiming. “Uh. . . I know sign language because of Sixer- T-they’re trying to tell us to get away, Chance.” 

Taphs sighed slightly in relief. At least someone can understand him!

Chance seemed to be the name of the gray one. A pretty odd name if you asked him.

Taph waited for the two to back up, stick still aimed at them. 

But, they didn't back up. Instead, Chance seemed to take a step forward, still flipping his coin.

Taphs winged bristled. He’s going to die he’s going to die he’s going to die he’s going to die–

“Yeahh, just keep your eyes on me. Will ya, birdy?” Chance seemed to grin obnoxiously, tilting their head to look past Taph for a second.

Taph’s mind began to clear slightly, allowing him to breathe for a moment. 

Wait, wasn't there three of them a couple of minutes ago? Where'd the third one go?

A crunch of a branch was heard from behind Taph.

Taph immediately whipped his head around in panic, aiming the stick at whoever was there.

Though, he didn't have a second to swipe at whoever was behind him before he was tackled to the ground.

No, no no no. This was it– He failed, he failed! He’s going to die, oh my Telamon they're going to kill him!

Taph looked up, face to face with a very much scary looking soldier. 

Taph swore he briefly recognized the face, remembering the man from a news article a while ago. 

The avian chirped and attempted to squirm away from the soldier's grasp, panic overtaking his mind once more as his stick was thrown far from his grasp.

“Hey, hey calm down.” Muttered the soldier roughly, yet with a hint of gentleness in his tone as he straddled Taph's hips, pinning him down.

If Taph didn't know any better, he would’ve called the tone fatherly.

He almost laughed at that.

“Hey, hey we ain' t gon’ hurt you, bud, just calm down, will ‘ya? I’ll let cha go if you calm down for me.” The soldier grunted, reaching for the wrists of the flailing avian.

Taph glared, forgetting it couldn't be seen due to his hood. He shook his head no violently, attempting to claw at the soldier.

They're lying! They're lying and they're going to kill him!

Fear. Telamon above, Taph was getting tired of the amount of fear he’s been feeling lately.

Speaking of tiredness, Taph felt exhausted. Slowly tiring out with aching limbs.

A ringing came to his ears, drowning out the sounds of voices.

He could hear slight talking from around him, able to catch snippets of it. 

It hurt, oh great Telamon it hurt.

Get away, get away get away get away get away get away–

“Can someone go get Builderman?”

Through the slight blurriness, Taph managed to make those words out.

Builderman?

He instinctively calmed down.

It felt like forever until the grip loosened around him, before completely letting go. 

Taph tried to scramble to his feet, the ringing getting louder.

He couldn't hear, he couldn't see.

A gentle hand grabbed at his wrist. Taph chirped weakly, unable to fight back anymore.

“Taph. Taph, calm down.”

They knew his name. Whoever it was knew his name, they were here for him, to end him.

Taph managed to rip their wrist away from the other, before immediately beginning to sign.

‘I'm sorry, Im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry please dont kill me please – please!!’

‘🙇🙇🙏🙏😟 🙏❌🗡️🪦🐤🙏🙏❗❗’

“Taph, CALM down.” The voice whisper shouted, attempting to stop the erratic signing of Taph.

He froze, he recognized that voice.

Builderman.

And as if a switch went off, Taph could feel his adrenaline fading away.

Staring at the floor, his vision began to cloud with the familiar black spots as he lost balance and tumbled towards the ground.

Just before he lost consciousness, Taph could feel his body being caught before it hit the floor.

A warm feeling overcame him. Safe, he was safe. Builderman was here, he was safe now.

And he let darkness claim him once again.

..

The smell of pizza lulled him awake fuzzily. 

He groaned, curling in on himself, attempting to pull his wings over his body.

He didn't want to look up, to look at the traps surrounding his home, to look at the mold and bugs everywhere.

But Taph no longer smelled the musky scent of mold and dust. 

Scared, he opened his eyes gently, before immediately covering his eyes with his head wings.

Light, oh, Telamon, how long has it been since he last saw light?

Slowly moving his head wings out of the way, he squinted in an attempt to get used to the new environment.

He was on a couch. . . In a cabin? Alive, he was alive!

Slowly, he tried to recollect his thoughts from today, but everything felt like a blur.

The only really coherent part was him running through the forest and.. Builderman.

Builderman! His heart leaped with joy. He was here, he saved Taph! Taph was safe!

Patting the couch, Taph turned to see a pizza slice next to him.

His stomach immediately growled with hunger, but for some reason the food seemed nausea inducing.

Gosh, when was the last time he ate?

The sound of the door snapped Taph out of his thoughts, snapping his head to the source of the sound.

He immediately calmed down upon seeing it was Builderman.

Builderman gently smiled at him, though it was strained, hesitating to get closer to Taph.

Taph frowned, Builderman doesn’t hesitate– was something wrong?

…was Builderman mad at him?

Taph immediately raised his hands to begin signing, jumping when he was stopped by Builderman's hands on his wrists.

The stern look comforted Taph. Finally, a form of authority to listen to. 

Taph wasn't one to be able to be on his own, as much as he hated to admit it.

“Dont.” Builderman exclaimed gruffly, before exchanging a half smile to the other. 

Silence.

“That was. . certainly quite the entrance, wasn't it?” 

Taph immediately curled on himself in shame, realizing just how erratic he was acting. 

“Hey, don't be embarrassed. A lot of us acted like that when we ended up here. It's expected by now.” Builderman shrugged as if it was normal text, letting go of Taph’s wrists.

He turned to sit down on the couch next to Taph, gently pushing the plate of pizza towards the Avian.

Taph resisted a gag, recoiling at the frown Builderman gave him.

They sat in silence for a while. It wasn't peaceful, but it wasn't violent.

Thoughts raced in Taphs mind, refusing to quiet itself down as Taph shifted around restlessly, before finally turning to Builderman.

‘Where are we? What happened? Who is Chance and that yellow noob guy? Are they protesters?’

Taph signed nervously, hands trembling. He flinched once he noticed something appear above his head

‘👀🤷❓🎰🧍❓🧍🟡❓🚧⚠️🎰🧍🧍🟡❓’

Taph flinched. Since when did that get there? Taph couldn't remember.

Was it always there whenever he talked? It felt convenient.. Yet a little weird.

Builderman chuckled slightly at his confused expression, causing a protest-filled chirp from the confused avian.

“Calm down, Chance and Noob are friends. Everyone here are friends, got it? Well– except for. . Actually, I’ll leave that for later.” Builderman shrugged, not sparing a glance at Taphs now horrified expression.

Builderman quickly noticed, “Hey, don't worry, they ain't mad at ‘ya for you hurtin’ em.” Builder would lean in to place a hand on Taph's shoulder in a attempt to comfort Taph.

Taph wanted to bury himself in a hole. Resorting to squirming uncomfortably as he attempted to grasp what happened.

Then it dawned. Didn't he die?

‘I died, I died, Builderman! How am I here?! This isn't the afterlife, I'm sure of it!’

‘🪦🐤, 🪦🐤, 👷❗ 🐤❓❗ 😇❌❌, 🐤✅❗’

Taph looked at his boss, squirming becoming more harsh as he seeked answers from Builderman.

Builderman seemed to pause, looking around as if attempting to find the words for it.

Slowly, his hand went to pinch his temple as he stared at Taph with a look of pity.

Pity. Taph felt his stomach drop at the look of pity from Builderman.

It made his chest twist with an unfamiliar feeling.

“We’re in hell, a personalized one at that.” Builderman sighed.

Taphs breathing hitched, staring in confusion.

Why was Builderman here? Builderman hasn't done anything deserving of hell–! What about Taph? What had Taph done to deserve this?!

Builderman looked around awkwardly, before slowly opening his arms, a gesture for a hug.

Taph took it immediately, practically slamming himself into the grasp of Builderman.

His body hurt terribly, but he felt better now, at least he knew what was going on now.

Taph could feel his eyes slowly closing, allowing himself to be lulled into sleep. The pizza now forgotten.

Until the sound of a clock ticking louder jolted him awake.

Taph turned his head to Builderman, tilting his head curiously. The Avian didn't know how to react to the clock ticking. Was it a good thing? A bad thing?

Builderman kept his composure, flashing a confident smile. Taph was quite child-like, now that the Admin thought of it.

Taph had always looked at whoever they were with whenever something happened, Builderman always noted on how Taph would react the same way the person he’d look at would react.

Like a child looking at its parents to see whether or not they should cry or laugh.

It reminded Builderman that he had to stay composed, otherwise Taph would start panicking.

“Look, buddy. We’ll get you to meet everybody after this– Just, try to find me immediately, okaykay?” He looked away, feeling slightly guilty at the lack of information he gave Taph.

Taph groaned as the ticking got louder, raising his hands to ask what Builderman meant by that.

Taph didn't get to start his signing before everything blurred.

When he looked up, he was somewhere new.

Yorick's resting place, Taph recognized immediately. –Hey, wasn't that Dussekar's house?

He paused in confusion, looking around wildly, only to find that Builderman was nowhere to be found.

Don't panic, not again, not this time. Taph desperately attempted to convince himself that he had the situation under control.

Scrambling to stand, he immediately noticed a sag in his belt, reaching into it and pulling out.. Tripwire?

Taph gasped happily, seeing something familiar for once! 

He fumbled with it for a tiny bit, ignoring the hunger still gnawing at him.

His belt still felt unusually heavy, reaching into it again and pulling out a subspace tripmine core and its frame.

He blinked, feeling relief.

He had something to defend himself now.

Looking around, Taph decided it’d be best to run over to Dussekar's house, which seemed to be rather worn down and abandoned.

Entering the house, Taph immediately noticed the holes in the walls and the lack of doors, frowning.

Dussekar must be so sad, Taph had overheard the admin talking about how deeply they cared for maintaining their house and keeping it looking perfect.

On instinct, the Avian made his way to the entrance, placing a tripwire on either side of the now doorless entrance.

He chirped, satisfied with his work.

Nest. 

A part of him hums quietly, fidgeting with substance tripmine core and frame, managing to put it together, throwing it at the corner of the entrance.

Taph heard footsteps, raising his head to see a familiar unfamiliar face heading towards him.

He squinted, this guy seemed fine. Infact– he was injured, leading Taph to frown at the sight.

The avian panicked after noticing the man heading for the entrance, most likely not noticing the subspace tripmine nor the tripwires.

Taph immediately raised his hands, attempting to sign a ‘Stop’

He paused, it was too late.

The man ran straight through the tripwire– somehow phasing through it, and the Subspace Tripmine didn't seem to go off in his presence.

Taph blinked in awe. What the fuck?

They continued to stare at the other winged man, eyes locked on their injuries.

The man turned to him, and they locked eyes.

Weirdly enough, the roles seemed to be reversed, as the winged man stared at Taph with horror.

Taph slowly raised his hand to his hood, checking to make sure it hadn't fallen off.

The silence seemed to last forever, the two of them simply staring at each other, as if waiting for the other to make the first move.

Suddenly, the man's demeanour changed immediately, grinning at him.

He felt so familiar.. Taph couldn't place his hand on it.

“Eyy, we got a new guy! Well, what's up cloaked girl! My names Shedletsky, Bet Builderman told you ALL about me, cause– ya know, im the greatest sentinel there is!”

The now identified man– Shedletsky, grinned, before pulling out a chicken bone from god knows where, beginning to eat it.

Taph watched in shock as Shedletskies injuries began to magically heal.

..Was Taph high? Maybe. Maybe he was still back in that corner, hallucinating.

The avian reflected on Shedletsky's words. Girl? He frowned, ignoring the weird.. Euphoric like sensation he got at being called that.

He pushed it down immediately, staring at Shedletsky.

‘How did you not trip over my tripwire? And how did my subspace tripmine not go off when you came here? Are you an admin?’ 

Shedletsky froze, staring at Taph dumbly, “Uuhhhh..” Taph frowned, seemed like Shedletsky couldn't understand sign language.

But the way Shedletsky looked at Taph.. Like Shedletsky knew sign language, but was hiding it. But . . why would Shedletsky do that? It didnt make sense .. 

‘⛓️‍💥🏃🐌❌🤷❓🏃💥❌🤷❓’

There was a pause between the two, Taph was beginning to grow irritated with the silence.

Shedletsky made an ‘o’ with his mouth, before laughing loudly, “Oh–! That's because you're a survivor, bud. Only those with abilities that specifically help survivors can have their stuff work on survivors, common sense– ah, wait, you're new, you wouldn't know, eh?”

Shedletsky threw an arm over Taph, leaning on him with a grin.

Taph shifted uncomfortably, using his body to push the other off of him.

Shedletsky only smiled at him. It honestly annoyed Taph endlessly as Taph slowly shifted himself farther away from the other, trying to shake off the feeling of recognition.

Taph tilted his head.

‘Do I know you?’

‘🐤🫵❓’

Taph shuddered at the emojis appearing above his head, for he still wasn't used to it.

Gosh.. he wasn't used to anything that was going on, his head was starting to spin again.

Suddenly, Shedletskie's expression changed, morphing into a quieter, monotone one.

Taph frowned, knowing this meant something.

Shedletsky shrugged, looking away. “Nah, I don't know you.” 

Taph sighed, breathing a sigh of relief as they looked away, walking around the worn down house to get a good look, deciding to focus on placing tripwires.

Shedletsky trailed behind Taph, yapping on and on as Taph proceeded to block out his voice.

“OH and then while I was walking around looking for the killer I ended up running HEAD first into him and we bonked heads and it was HILARIOUS but then they kinda bashed my head in but it was SO worth it seeing the stunned look on the killer from us accidently headbutting–”

Goodness, the chicken man was loud! Taph shifted uncomfortably again, wings fluttering uselessly.

Shedletsky went quiet again, eyes suddenly locking on Taph's wings.

Taph turned to look at him, unsure. Wings tucking in defensively. 

“Holy SHIT, those are messy as FUCK MAN?!” Shedletsky's own wings fluttered uncomfortably, tucking closer to his back.

Oh, the chicken man had wings. Taph noted, before immediately noticing how clean they looked compared to Taph.

Taph was immediately hit with a sense of nervousness, feeling that familiar sense of panic and aggression settling in, wincing as they remembered how they whacked an innocent person with a sharp stick.

“Do you even preen them?!” Taph blinked, and within a second, Shedletsky was all up in his personal bubble.

Taph squeaked slightly, wings ruffling– which caused a few stray feathers to scatter, causing an embarrassed huff to leave the now very self aware avian.

Taph shook his head, not feeling like lifting his hands as he looked away, feeling deeply ashamed.

To his surprise, Shedletsky didn't seem to mock him. Instead, Shedletsky asked something Taph definitely wasn't expecting.

“Do you want me to preen them? I got tons of experience, trust me!” Shedletsky asked, grinning proudly like a child boasting about their participation award.

Taph hissed, freezing at the sound that came out of his mouth.

He groaned, rubbing at his throat as pain immediately shot up. No way in HELL would he allow this guy to touch his wings!

Taph looked over at Shedletskies wings, realizing just how nice and well cared for they looked. Taph looked around nervously, unsure. On one hand, they couldn't trust a complete stranger, and the lingering sense of panic and danger was starting to grow stronger. On the other hand, the uncomfortability and pain in his wings could be gone by the end of whatever this was.

“Hey, im BESTIES with builderman, trust me.” Shedletsky flashed a smile, and Taph froze.

They frowned, if they’re close with Builderman . . Maybe they're safe? 

Taph seemed deep in thoughts, staring at the ground before sighing. Nodding, but not before grabbing a tripwire.

Shedletsky laughed nervously, "What's with the tripwire, kid?”

Immediately the Avian stared at Shedletsky, recoiling at being called a kid.

Taph knew he was small.. But seriously? Getting mistaken for a kid was the last straw.

Taph made a motion of wrapping the tripwire around Shedletsky'sShedletskys throat, though not actually doing so.

It was a threat, Taph didn't really feel like signing it.

Try to hurt me and I'll strangle you.

Taph didn't need to sign it to get his point across, Shedletsky seemed to understand, their own wings puffing up in an attempt to look more intimidating

“Woah, Chance was right about you being feisty. Got it! No foul play or else Ill be getting strangled, that's reassuring ain't it?” 

Shedletsky seemed to thumbs up, though was obviously growing uncomfortable.

Hah. Taph thought, pushing down the slight feeling of guilt. This is what the chicken man gets for annoying Taph.

The avian sighed, moving to sit down next to a wall, giving Shedletsky space to sit and lean against the wall.

Taph chirped impatiently, shifting uncomfortably and glaring– not like Shedletsky could even see the glare anyways.

Shedletsky seemed to get the gist, heading over to Taph's side to sit behind him, leaning against the wall.

A hand brushed against his wing, and Taph never believed he flinched harder before.

Shedletsky paused, immediately retracting his hands, “Did I hurt cha?” He hummed, frowning.

Taph shifted uncomfortably, shaking his head. The touch felt weirdly abnormal after having neglected wings for so long.

The two sat in silence, Taph was growing impatient but allowed Shedletsky to do his own thing.

Eventually, Shedletsky slowly brushed his hand against one of Taphs feathers, a feather light touch. Taph giggled internally at his own pun.

Shedletsky seemed to grow more comfortable when Taph no longer tensed in discomfort, slowly checking for molted feathers and beginning to yap away.

Taph had to suppress a groan, dreading the constant talking.

The wing preening felt odd at first, but gradually began to grow more and more comforting.

Taph felt himself slowly listening to Shedletsky'sShedletskys words instead of tuning him out, leaning against the chest of the chicken man as his eyes slowly closed.

Everything felt okay, for now.

Never trust anyone. A part of him whispered, his grip on his tripwire tightening defensively.

The pain and discomfort in his wings slowly become quieter.

Taph chirped, loud enough to interrupt Shedletsky'sShedletskys talk.

Shedletsky giggled slightly, before continuing his talk, going on about drama amongst the survivors.

Shedletsky'sShedletskys voice felt weirdly calming, lulling Taph into a gentle sense of security.

He shouldn't be trusting people this easily, but goodness. 

Tick, Tick, Tick.

The wing preening felt similar, the methods Shedletsky used felt too similar.

The slight accent to his voice, the way he shifted to his right side more when he felt awkward.

That gentle smile that somehow looked unnerving, like a memory being unraveled and revealing its secrets.

Tick, Tick, Tick.

It was almost like.. Telamon.

Taph froze, realization hit him harder than it should’ve. 

.. Was Shedletsky Telamon?

Tick, Tick, Tick.

The survivors won.

Taph scrambled to his feet, looking around wildly and gasping. 

..Why was he at a table?

There were so many voices, overwhelming him immediately, looking around– Taph was shocked at the sight of so, so many people.

It’s okay, Taph was okay, he wouldn't freak out.

But then he did, shifting uncomfortably amongst the many stares, attempting to hide himself with his wings.

It felt like they were all staring at him, watching him, judging him.

Builderman pushed through the crowd, reaching Taph and gently grabbing the demolitionist by the hand, turning to the crowd.

“You know them?” Elliot muttered, extending a pizza plate towards the pair.

Builderman took it quietly, nodding. “He’s a little bad with crowds, He’ll open up to you all eventually.” Builderman assured, trying to shoo off the remaining survivors who seemed to linger around.

Taph hated their stairs, hated the looks of pity and dread– knowing Taph was now stuck in the same hell as them now.

Eventually, the room quieted down as people exited, exchanging conversations. 

Taph finally gained the confidence to peek from behind Builderman, exhaling softly when seeing only five people left.

Taph locked eyes with the man who pinned him down, freezing.

The avian turned to meet Builderman's gaze with an alarmed look, tugging desperately.

Builderman sighed. “He’s not gonna hurt cha, besides, hey, I was supposed to introduce you to all the survivors, right?” He smiled, though once again it seemed strained.

Taph nodded awkwardly, wings ruffling from the unfamiliar feeling of being clean again.

“Hey,” The man who tackled Taph approved, holding out his hand.

Taph recoiled, hurrying to hide behind Builderman.

“Sorry for uh, tackling you, bud. I didn't want you hurting anyone, or yourself.” Guest 1337 smiled in a fatherly way. “The namenames Guest 1337.”

Taph looked at Builderman, as if asking permission.

Builderman didn't say anything, nodding gently.

Taph slowly extended out his hand, staring. Panic flared up, but he kept himself still.

The guestGuest smiled gently, “Hi, bud. You’re Taph, right? Welcome to the team, kiddo.” The guestGuest smiled as he took Taphs hand.

Taph paused for a tiny bit, glancing between Buildeman and Guest, before gradually calming down.

Maybe, maybe everything would be okay.

Maybe he was safe.

But a partapart of him knew it wasn't true. Safety couldn't last forever.

He looked around, sighing to themselves quietly.

His social battery felt drained, despite the fact that he barely talked with people.

He frowned, feeling a weird sense of grief hit him.

Dussekar.. why was his place there? Why was it all abandoned and weird looking?

Was Dussekar dead?

Taph, himself, never really talked to Dussekar back then at the HQ, except for a couple small talk here and there.

He doubted he was even important enough to be remembered by Dussekar.

Taph blinked, realizing he had once again zoned out. His shoulder sag slightly from exhaustion.

Guest and Builderman seemed to have been engrossed in a conversation, most likely forgetting Taph was there.

Using this opportunity, Taph quietly moved to slip away and attempt to find Dussekar.

This was a bad idea. That's something Taph would admit as he attempted to walk around the main cabin, occasionally coming across unfamiliar faces.

He was terrified one of them would recognize him.

Shaking his head, Taph continued searching, before eventually giving up.

He felt overly frustrated, clutching at his cloak desperately.

Before he could think about his actions, Taph walked straight out of the cabin, looking around and spotting a dock.

Perfect! Taph loved water, a dock would be a perfect area to hide and rest.

And then maybe he'd go and ask somebody if Dussekar was here.

Why did Taph even care that much?

Shaking his head, Taph pulled his hood farther down, concealing him more.

As he approached the dock, the demolitionist noticed a figure sitting at the docks. 

Dussekar.

Oh, well that was easy.

Taph decided to stay as quiet as possible, slowly sitting on the edge of the dock alongside the Pumpkin.

For a second, there was silence. Taph didn't bother to break it, it was nice.

Slowly, the Pumpkin turned their gaze to Taph.

They locked eyes, and Taph couldn't bother to look away this time.

They were so exhausted. It was nice to see a familiar face around these weird places.

Not including Builderman, that is.

“Taph.” 

Taph flinched at Dusekkar's voice, forgetting just how soft their voice was. 

“We meet again on death's behalf.” Dusekkar hummed, gently caressing their staff.

They way they stared at their staff, a gentle, caring look. Running their hands through the carvings.

Taph almost felt jealous. 

Dusekkar always had such a way with words, Taph admired it deeply.

He was envious, indeed. Taph could barely talk– cursed with permanently damaged vocal cords and intense pain from even the slightest of noise.

They were polar opposites.

Beloved, Outcast.

Loved, Hated.

Wise, Dumb.

He snapped out of it immediately, almost hissing at himself.

Goodness, he’s been zoning out a lot lately, hasn't he?

He frowned, too scared to look at Dusekkar– afraid the other would be mad at him for not responding.

“Through battle and flock, might and rocks. Those who have sinned are cursed deep within these docks, bound just like ducks. –But, you. Pray tell, have done no such. So my questions arise, where does your morality lie?” 

Taph stared, eyes gazing upon the water. Unsure of how to respond to that. Mentally, he tried to decode what the other was saying.

Eventually, it clicked.

Everybody here had sinned to a degree, and was stuck here as a punishment. That alone terrified Taph, but he already knew this. 

Dusekkar was asking what Taph had done.

Taph cringed mentally, burying the memories deep into his head.

His head hung low, staring defeatedly at the wood, not making a move to respond.

“Through stories told, I find yours to be one that should be heard.” Dusekkar hummed, a song Taph couldn't recognize. 

Taph knew Dusekkar wasn't pushing, the demolitionist never understood how the pumpkin had such patience.

“Pain roots deep in your brain, I can see it as clear as day.” Dussekar sighs slowly, gently shifting their weight onto their staff, offering a gentle smile.

Taph stared.

And then he realized.

Dusekkar was an admin, yes, but they were no better than anyone here. That means they sinned, didn't they?

He stood up rather aggressively, ignoring the slightly taken aback stance Dusekkar held. 

He couldn't trust the pumpkin.

No, he couldn't trust anyone here, no one could be trusted! 

“Taph, I insist you sit.” The staff tilted slightly to aim at Taph, though no ill-intent seemed to flicker in Dusekkar's eyes.

But to Taph, that was a threat.

And he freaked out. 

Taphs wing spread menacingly, attempting to look bigger, watching the pumpkin recoil the staff away with a slightly concerned look.

‘Monster. You're here too, don't deny it.’ 

‘👹🫵💬❌’ 

Dusekkar opened his mouth to respond, but Taph turned away sharply, quickly speedwalking back to the main cabin.

This, this was too much– too much.

He was hungry, restless, tired, and paranoid.

He couldn't trust any of them, all liars.

.. They left him for the dead, didn't they?

The admins, did any one of them care about the protests?

Did any one of them even bother to try and help Taph and their team when each one of them slowly got slaughtered?

Did the admins ever care?

Did Builderman care? Did Dusekkar care? Did Telamon care?

No, of course they didn't.

Because why would they?

The cabin wasn't safe, he reminded himself gently as he stopped at the entrance of the cabin, looking around nervously.

No one was safe, he was all alone.

And suddenly, he couldn't breathe.

It felt like the world collapsed around him, leaving him in a dizzy haze as he slowly slid down the wall that he somehow managed to reach, going into a sitting position and covering himself with his wings.

He was scared, terrified.

The smell of pizza suddenly overcame him.

He lifted his head slowly, coming face to face with Noob.

The nervous guy, he noted to himself calmly. Taph had yet to actually been introduced to all the survivors, realizing they’ve never properly met.

That only made everything worse. Even in situations like these, he still found himself somehow being the outcast, didn't he?

“Hey, uh… You looked hungry?” Noob tilted their head nervously, rubbing the back of their head as they pulled out a pizza slice.

From where? That was a question even Taph wished to ask, but currently he felt too exhausted to start signing. They must've put it in their pocket..

Slowly, he took the pizza slice, before shuffling slightly to move more left.

Noob took that as an invite to sit down next to him, sitting down with an awkward look.

“So, uh.. Seems like getting used to the place isn't going exactly too well, is it..?” They laughed nervously, immediately looking ashamed. 

Taph simply stared in response, looking back at the pizza.

Slowly, Taph took a bite.

Oh, it tasted amazing. Taph wanted to scarf it down, but he knew if he did, he would end up throwing it all up.

And Taph hated throwing up.

Eating slowly, Taph slowly came to the realization of what he said to Dussekar. Immediately feeling terrible about the outburst.

Goodness, his mood seemed to feel so bipolar. He couldnt tell if he could trust people or not, and he always seemed to fuck things up when he thought people were a threat.

Builderman wouldn't approve of this. He thought, ashamed.

“You seem like you like pizza!” Noob giggled slightly, fidgeting with their hands as they exchanged a nervous look.

“Im.. sorry for scaring you when we first met.” Noob's voice audibly lowered, looking around nervously.

Taph stared, before gently pushing themselves closer to Noob.

He didn't say anything, too stuck in his own thoughts to reply. But the small act of comfort seemed to do its trick on Noob.

Taph took note of that, Noob seemed to be simple to hang out with.

“I heard you and Dusekkar.. – Well more like saw.. The argument.” Noob fidgetted with their hair, 

Taph curled in on themselves closer, shame and guilt building up. Seriously, what has gotten into them lately?

“Do you.. Want a hug?” Noob looked away.

Reluctantly, Taph nodded. Tapping the shoulder of Noob so they'd look at him.

“OH- right! You can't talk.. Oh that was a stupid thing of me to look away!-” Noob immediately squealed, apologizing for unintentionally preventing Noob from seeing Taphs signs.

Taph hadn't signed, though. And didn't feel like it.

They sighed, opening their arms.

Noob smiled at them, before gently pulling themselves to Taphs chest.

Taph wrapped their wings around the other, their head still fuzzy. Feeling nauseous from the pizza.

Though a slight feeling remained, sticking on Taph.

The urge to protect.

It was weird, Taph wrapped his wings tighter around the other, holding them close as if they were a baby chick.

Taph attempted not to zone out again, focusing on comforting Noob– who seemed rather nervous.

Was Noob always this nervous? Taph went to gently pat their head, attempting a smile, before realizing it couldn't be seen through their hood.

“I-Im so sorry–” Noob whispered, burying their head into Taphs shoulder.

Taph tensed slightly at the touch, before reminding himself Noob was safe.

Or are they?

“I really hope I didn't scare you . . Goodness– I felt awful!” Noob seemed to squeak into Taphs arms, trembling.

It reminded the Avian of himself, slightly.

‘It’s not your fault, you didn't know.’

Taph watched Noob relax into his arms. 

His body screamed at him to get away, afraid– Noob could be a protester for all he knows! 

But he kept still, wings brushing slightly against the shoulder of Noob.

After what seemed to be forever, Noob gently pulled away with a childish smile.

“Thank. . Thank you.” Taph nodded in response, before turning to lay his back against the cabin.

“Oh– right, we should probably introduce you to the others?” Noob questioned, leaning in closer so Taph could hear them.

Taph tensed, the idea of people was nauseating currently. 

He wasn't good with crowds, that he knew. The lingering embarrassment from freaking out in front of everybody at that table suddenly became evident.

Oh, gosh, they probably all thought he was a freak.

Not like he wasn't.

Taph was always the outcast, a loner, but that was his thing. To either hide away in the shadows, or stay by one person and listen to their every command.

Obeying was all he knew, listening was all he knew.

Not many people even attempted to talk to him back then at the HQ, not like most of them could.

He was always there, just there, like a NPC.

The thought of being a NPC made him shutter.

Turning his head to Noob, Taph nodded gently. 

Noob seemed to beam at that, eyes lighting up before gently grabbing the wrist of Taph and pulling the two of them up.

“Come on, there's a ton of people here-” Noob whispered enthusiastically, yet still trembling. “Oh, uh, you probably knew that already, didn't you?” 

The avian nodded gently, eyes focused on the light as the two walked into the cabin.

The sounds of voices hit him instantly, ringing becoming evident in his ears.

Goodness, everything felt loud. 

“Has anyone explained to you what this place is and our .. purposes?” Noob asked, pulling Taph onto the couch.

He looked around uncomfortably, shoulders raised tensely. 

Builderman had told him they were in hell, but that's all he knew so far. 

Purposes? That wasn't something he thought of, the idea of having a purpose here felt relaxing.

Purpose meant getting to do something. And doing something means making others happy.

Which means he wouldn't be dead weight.

‘Hell, we are in Hell.’

Noob nodded gently, “Is that it?”

‘Yes.’

“Well – Okay! Everyday we have these . . Rounds? Basically we’re teleported into these weird places, and we have to survive!” Noob moved to fidget with their hands nervously, occasionally glancing at Taph.

“We all have a role to complete . . There's supports, sentinels and survivalists!”

Taph tilted his head in confusion. What?

“During rounds–! We all have abilities that aid us or others.” Noob quickly explained, giggling to themselves quietly as Chance and Elliot argued in the background.

Taph followed their gaze, curiously glancing at the two.

If laughing didn't hurt, Taph would've laughed hard at the sight.

Chance had pizza sauce all over his head, angrily shouting at Elliot.

Taph let out a soundless laugh.

Maybe it wasn't too bad here.

The avian remembered the conversation, quickly turning back to Noob.

‘What are you? Sentinel, support, or survivalist?’

Noob took a second to register the signing, before beaming once again.

“Oh, I'm a survivalist! I have abilities that aid me, I can't really help others . . Though I can help tank hits!” 

The avian noted that down, pretending he understood what that meant.

“Do you uh, know what you are?” 

Taph paused, thinking for a second.

‘Survivalist?’ Taph tilted their head, unsure.

“Oh, that's nice! What's your.. Abilities?” Noob leaned in more, their body still trembling.

Did they ever stop shaking? Taph frowned in concern, shaking it off to think for a moment.

‘Tripwire and bomb.’ 

Taph paused halfway through signing, frowning. He could fingerspell Subspace tripmine.. But he didn't feel like it.

“Ah.” Noob nodded, though their expression contorted into one of confusion.

“Uhm . . You have bombs..?”

Taph sighed, realizing how crazy that sounded.

He messed up, Noob was sure to hate him now.

“Maybe you’re a support, not a survivalist!” Noob chirped, seeming slightly uneasy but mainly unphased.

Taph untensed, relieved that Noob didn't seem to be afraid.

Wait, what was a support?

‘What's that?’

The Avian shrank in on himself, embarrassed.

“Oh, it's somebody that can help the team, specifically survivors. The killers tend to target the supports a lot, though.”  Noob seemed enthusiastic to explain.

Taphs wings ruffled in annoyance, confused. None of this made sense to him, his head began to hurt.

He nodded, looking around to ease his worrying mind.

Taph felt tired and on edge, before backtracking on Noobs words.

‘Killers?’

Taph emphasized with a harsh sign, confused by the others' words.

Immediately, he felt on edge.

Killers? There were killers here? Were they protesters– Was Taph not safe?

Noob seemed to notice the Avian panicking, immediately stuttering over their words.

“I– uh, don't worry- we’re fine! They can't get us here . . I think..?”

Noob cringed, realizing that wasn't very helpful.

Taph panicked harder, head spinning slightly.

He wasn't safe, he knew it, he knew he wasn't safe.

“Damn Nooby, you got the new kid freaking out!” 

Taph tensed, glancing at Chance.

The sound of a coin flipping filled the awkward silence, slightly annoying Taph.

And just like that, the guilt came back, remembering their early encounter.

“What's up! We meet again.” Chance settled in on the couch, sandwiching Taph between him and Noob.

Noob frowned, looking at Taph with concern.

Taph panicked slightly at the sudden closure, before forcing himself to calm down.

This was all too much, he could barely breathe at this point.

“Im Chance, the best guy out here.” 

The Avian didn't know what to respond with, resorting to staring at the floor.

This guy seemed to be like Shedletsky, which caused a dreadful feeling in his chest.

No! Taph didn't want to deal with another annoying talker.

Chance didn't seem to understand Taph's body language, still flipping the coin annoyingly. 

Could he stop with that coin?! Taph gently played with his cloak.

“Welcome to hell, bud!” Chance extended his hand out with a grin, smiling.

“C-Chance–! Don't say it like that!” Noob squeaked nervously.

“Relax.” 

“You can't just say those stuff to people..”

“The cloaked guy looks like he’s fine, dude! Besides, it was a semi-joke.”

“That'sThats because you can't see his expression! And, stop that.. Please..!”

Taph looked between the two, watching the argument.

It was weirdly entertaining, now that he thought of it, seeing the two argue like siblings took away some of the tension Taph didn't know he was carrying.

Noob eventually got off the couch, moving to Chance's side to continue pleading with the others to stop their shenanigans. 

The couch dipped once again on his side.

Taph flinched, turning to see somebody he hadn't seen before.

He tilted his head in confusion at the maniac-looking person. Were they okay?

“Greetings, I see another one has joined us! How lovely, the Spawn has blessed us with yet another companion!”

The maniac looking person grinned, though it didn't reach their eyes.

Taph looked to Noob, silently begging for help.

But as his luck sucked, Noob didn't seem to realize the Avians' desperate attempt for help.

The person's head tilted, a dog-like move that made Taph shudder.

Slowly, his eyes gazed over their hands, catching sight of a dagger.

Taph freaked out.

The avian scrambled to their feet, immediately extending their wings out in a desperate attempt to remain intimidating, stumbling back.

The person's smile didn't falter, locked on Taph.

And suddenly, it felt like everyone's eyes were on him.

“Okay, that's enough.” Guest grunted, moving in front of the person, ushering them out of the cabin.

Taph glanced between the people in the cabin, pressing himself against the wall.

Since when were there so many people here? He winced.

He looked around desperately for Builderman, cowering when he couldn't spot the familiar gray man.

Though his suffering was quickly shortened as Builderman became visible within his gaze.

Builderman approached Taph, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Taph didn't need Builderman to talk, the words hanging in the air.

Calm down.

He listened to the silent command, attempting to breathe.

Breathe in, 4 seconds.

Breathe out, 4 seconds.

Repeat.

“So, you all know this is the new guy.” 

Builderman's voice cut through, a mutter of yesses coming from the others.

Taph didn't like the attention, squirming in his place.

“This is Taph.” 

“Taph, that's Chance, Elliot and Noob.” Builderman pointed to the trio, all three seemingly now immersed in an argument.

Taph nodded. What more could he say? 

“Two time was the one who just got kicked out of the cabin.” 

Two time, what a weird name. Taph had seen worse, though.

“That's Guest 1337, Veeronica and 007n7.”

Guest, Taph had met him.

The robot on the other hand? Taph hadn't met, staring at the pink robot.

She didn't seem to be a NPC, which confused Taph the most.

She waved at him happily, her screen face morphing into a delighted expression.

Huh, weird.

007n7 felt familiar, Taph remembered seeing him on posters and such.

007n7 waved lightly, stepping back to gain distance, even though the two were far away from each other.

Taph waved back, hesitantly. 

“And over there is Dusekkar and Shedletsky.”

Taph quickly looked away to avoid Dusekkar's gaze.

 Right, he needed to apologize.

The guilt came back again, Taph immediately becoming annoyed.

Goodness, would the guilt stop?

And as if the universe hated him, Dusekkar approached.

“You should sleep, tomorrow will be quite the heap.” Dusekkar insisted.

Taph was confused. Were they not mad at him? 

Dusekkar didn't seem to hold any grudge, in fact, they seemed quite normal.

‘I'm scared to sleep.’ 

Taph signed slowly, trying to avoid their gaze as he slowly turned his head to Builderman.

Builderman had an eyebrow raised, glancing between the two with a suspicious look.

Unexpectedly, Dusekkar moved to cup Taphs cheeks, redirecting his head to face Dussekar.

Taph froze. Telamon help him.

“Then rest within my cabin, so you may sleep with passion.” 

Dusekkar didn't seem phased from what was coming out of their mouth, hand gently brushing against the others clothed cheek.

A weird giddy feeling overcame Taph, weighing down in his chest.

“Worry not for protesters, no terrors will enter.” 

Dusekkar insisted, tilting their head.

Taph didn't want to give in, didn't want to be around Dusekkar– didn't want to fall asleep around Dusekkar.

What if Dusekkar hurt him in his sleep?

They wouldn't do that.

But what if?

Reluctantly, Taph nodded, slightly relaxing as Dusekkar moved their hands away from Taphs cheeks.

Builderman began wildly glancing between the two. “. . . I’ll leave you two to that.” He mumbled, slowly walked away as he muttered a couple words under his breath.

Taph could swear he heard Builderman mutter the word Lovebirds.

“You seemed drenched in famine, let us go back to my cabin.” Dusekkar turned, expecting Taph to follow.

Taph followed behind Dusekkar, it’s not like he had much to lose.

‘Every survivor has a cabin?’ Taph signed, glancing around at the rows of cabins, wondering how he didn't see them when he first went outside.

Dusekkar hummed, nodding as he stopped in front of a cabin.

Of course this was Dusekkar's cabin. Taph thought bitterly, staring at the amount of plants around the cabin.

How was he able to maintain them? 

Taph decided he’d find out later, following Dusekkar into the cabin.

The inside was even more beautiful, layered with plants and such– Taph had zero idea if any of them were fake. Though, the watering can hinting at them being real, which bizarred Taph.

‘I saw your house during a round, it was destroyed, what happened?’

Taph turned to face Dusekkar, watching the pumpkin adjust his glasses before humming in thought.

Goodness, Dusekkar hummed a lot. 

Taph wished he could hum, slight jealousy beginning to creep in, pushing it back harshly.

“Worry not.” Dusekkar said, avoiding the question.

Taph didn't comment on it, deciding to let the other hold their secrets.

The avian continued to look around the room in awe, captivated yet annoyed at the amount of smells hitting them.

“Quite the beautiful wonder they are.” Dusekkar sat down on the bed, no longer floating.

They gestured for Taph to sit beside them, which Taph listened to.

It was awkward, yet comfortable.

‘I'm sorry.’

Taph shakingly signed.

As expected, Dusekkar didn't react, simply staring at the plants.

‘I'm sorry for yelling at you, sir.’

“No need to call me sir, formalities are not needed.” Dusekkar scolded slightly, hand gripping the staff tighter.

 “Do not apologise, for I've reflected upon my words and have come to the realisation that I was quite inappropriate. I apologise.”

Taph stared, unsure.

Dusekkar was apologising to him. Now that was something Taph wasn't expecting.

Suddenly, a silent yawn left Taph, one that Dusekkar noticed.

Dusekkar stood up, floating lightly. “Sleep,” The pumpkin ushered gently.

Dusekkar's voice was heavenly. Taph thought, sighing before laying down in the bed.

Finally, he noticed just how cramped his back felt, now having time to reflect on the pain.

Dusekkar left the cabin, muttering something along the lines of ‘Ill be back.’ 

Taph didn't care, for now, he wanted to rest.

The bed felt amazing, yet uncomfortable. Taph greatly wished he had nest materials around now, a bunch of blankets and pillows could do wonders.

Eventually, the creak of the door rang out throughout the cabin, where Dusekkar emerged, pillows and blankets alike stuff like a web of Dusekkars magic.

Taph watched in awe as the blue bubble surrounded the pillows and blankets, the source being their staff.

The avian would never admit it, but Dusekkar's magic was always beautiful.

There were so many people out there who admired Dusekkar, who constantly attempted to get his attention back then in the HQ.

Taph never stood a chance. Yet, here he was, in Dussekar's very bed.

Taph watched as Dussekar arranged pillows and blankets alike on the bed, practiced, no hesitation.

‘You’ve done this before?’

Taph tilted his head curiously, watching the other work away. They were in no way new to building nests, they couldn't be! 

But Dusekkar wasn't part bird, which didn't make sense as to why the pumpkin knew the skill.

Dusekkar nodded, “Sometimes I had to do it for Telamon.”

Taph froze at the name.

Dusekkar flashed him a sympathetic look, continuing to work on the nest as they hummed.

Eventually, it was done.

Taph chirped involuntarily, curling up with his wings puffing out.

A part of him still told him he wasn't safe, that he had to get out of here.

But he fought against that part, choosing to stay in the comfort the nest brought him.

Taph could feel himself giving into sleep, though attempting to fight it back – Taph didn't want to be vulnerable, he couldn't be. Not now, not ever.

Dusekkar shuffled towards the entrance, preparing to leave as they flipped the lightswitch off.

‘No, please, stay.’

Taph signed before he could think, shooting up into a sitting position.

The darkness scared him, reminded him.

He huddled up in the corner, gently nibbling on the rotten meat– it was the last thing available.

A last desperate attempt to keep alive.

Taph couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

The darkness no longer felt comforting, rather, it felt threatening.

The darkness was mocking him and he knew it.

And soon enough, darkness would be all he’d see.

And so he prayed.

Prayed for his team,

Prayed for the admins who had gone missing recently,

Prayed for his sibling, oh, his sibling.

But prayers meant nothing when even Deities refused to face him.

To face a sinner.

And so darkness became the only thing he knew.

Dusekkar paused by the entrance, hand slowly closing the door.

Dusekkar seemed to be lost in their thoughts, before promptly turning towards Taph, floating over to him.

The pumpkin sat on the bed, gently using their staff to push Taph down.

“Lie down.” Dusekkar ordered.

Taph listened, looking around wildly.

‘Too dark. Dark bad.’ 

The avian could care less for bad grammar, focusing on one thing only– the darkness.

Dusekkar seemed to get the gist, getting up to turn the lights on before returning to sitting down.

The two stared at each other.

“The darkness, you don't like it? You always loved it.”

Taph's heart fluttered. He knew Taph loved the dark?

Taph nodded his head, attempting to stop his cowering hands as he once again sat up.

‘Dark, I saw dark for so long. Dark in death.’ Taph’s hands trembled erratically, something he was growing visibly annoyed with.

Dusekkar slowly put their staff down, moving their hand to gently grasp Taph’s wrists.

Taph chirped. 

Pain shot in his throat.

Dusekkar's thumb slowly caressed Taph’s wrist, attempting to comfort the other.

Slowly, Dusekkar pushed the other down onto the bed, moving to lie down beside him.

The avian stared.

“Ill keep you safe, no one can harm you, there is no cause for further alarm.” Dussekar reassured them, continuing their caressing motion. “Your mind is harried, your pain shall be buried.”

A gentle comfort amidst the dark in his mind.

Like the light Taph had been desperate for all this time, the light he needed.

Dusekkar was a light amongst the dark.

What did you do? What did you do to deserve being here?  Taph wanted to ask so desperately, but couldn't.

Taph barely did anything wrong! 

Taph wasn't a murderer.

They were.

Were they truly a murderer if it was unintentional? Was it truly a murder if they were commanded to destroy that house?

. . . Were they?

Maybe Dusekkar didn't do anything that bad.

Maybe Dusekkar was an unintentional sinner like Taph.

Taph allowed himself to relax.

Dusekkar seemed to smile lightly at that.

Sleep slowly crept its way to claim Taph.

And this time he wasn't afraid of the darkness.

When he woke up, his environment had changed.

Taph looked around in confusion– seeing a carnival-like area.

He’d been teleported into another round, he assumed, frowning.

There was a killer here, was there not? Maybe they’d reach Taph, maybe they’d kill Taph–

Taph wasn't safe and he knew it.

Immediately, he scrambled for a safe spot, managing to spot a small building with a . . Generator?

The avian frowned, finally noticing the timer they could see on his watch.

–Watch? Taph never had a watch.

Maybe it was Dusekkar's.. But Dusekkar did not wear watches.

Taph frowned, concerned and confused.

The watch didn't hold time, it held a timer, reading ‘3 hours.’

Was that how long the round was going to last?

He shook his head, trying not to freak out again.

A part of his instincts lead him to the generator, gently crouching in front of it as he came face to face with a bunch of wires.

Slowly, he hesitantly touched a blue one, leaning in and connecting it to the other blue wire.

Boredly, he used his free hand to pull out the Subspace Tripmine he held, sticking the core into its frame before throwing it at the entrance.

Hopefully no survivor came by and triggered it.

Yet a nagging feeling at the back of his chest remained, pulling him to stand up and pull out a tripwire.

Kneeling, he placed a tripwire on either side of the entrance, proud of his work as he returned to the generator.

Taph was skilled with wires, he’s always been.

Bombs, wires, mechanical stuff. All of that was Taph’s strong suit.

He found solace in it, it was like an escape from reality.

The generator itself felt weirdly nostalgic, allowing him to reminisce on his time spent in the roblox HQ.

He missed that place.

The sound of a splatter cut his thoughts.

“Tag! You’re it!” 

A distorted voice rang out– was it a child's voice? Taph couldn't tell.

He turned his head slowly, expecting the worst.

And he saw the worst.

In front of the entrance was Builderman.

But he wasn't laughing, wasn't talking.

There was no authority in the Admins throat, rather blood.

Builderman's body was lifeless.

For a second, it felt like everything froze.

Despite how terrifying the sight was, Taph couldn't tear his gaze away from the lifeless body.

Terror creeped up, ripping into his chest and nestling deep within his ribs.

Builderman, the almighty Admin.

Was dead.

How? Was all he could think.

How was someone powerful enough to do this?

His mind felt fuzzy, drifting away to a different topic.

Bombs, he desperately thought, attempting to distract himself, even as his eyes remained on the still body.

“There you are!” The childish voice came again, skittering to the entrance was a red child who looked like they belonged in an analog horror.

The killer. A part of him whispered.

He laughed mentally at that. A kid being able to kill Builderman?

The child was slim and unnaturally tall, nothing like a normal Robloxian.

Without thinking, he ran.

In the distance, he could hear the Subspace tripmine going off, cheering gently.

He did it! He killed the killer! The Subspace tripmine was sure to kill whatever the hell that was!

But as he turned his gaze towards the building, the sight of a destroyed building did not greet him.

Rather a fully intact building.

His heart dropped.

Whatever dragged him into this hell– Did it nerf his subspace tripmines?

That's bullshit! He wanted to shout, staring, frozen.

Slowly, the child emerged from the building, running straight at him.

Run. He wanted to shout at his body– but it refused to listen.

He was stuck, frozen in place, terrified.

And so he closed his eyes, waiting for death to claim him once more.

But it never came.

Taph flinched at the sound of a gunshot, looking to see the child kneeling from pain.

“No fair, I'm telling dad!”

Shouted the abomination, its voice distorted.

Slowly, Taph turned to see Chance, gun pointed at the Killer.

Chance flashed Taph a grin, before grabbing the avian by the arm and pulling them along.

Goodness, he’s been getting grabbed a lot, hasn't he?

In the distance, Taph watched the child stand up before changing directions and chasing Guest.

The killer was able to recover from a gunshot that bad so fast..  Taph winced.

Chance pulled Taph against the wall, pressing themselves against it.

The avian turned to look at Chance. 

“Hah, you almost died out there!”

Chance laughed, out of breath as he slumped against the wall.

Taph couldn't think, couldn't breathe.

Chance seemed to notice, grin faltering slightly.

“Damn, you okay, kid?”

‘Dead.’

Taph shakingly signed, staring at the ground as Chance tilted his head.

“Dead? Who’s dead?”

Taph slightly appreciated the quieter voice of Chance, though immediately taking it back as the sound of a coin flipping started up again.

‘Builderman, he’s dead.’

Taph felt numb, thoughts slipping away.

Why couldn't he think? It was if ever thought slipped into nothing.

Like an Ice cube that keeps slipping out of your hand.

Chance got closer.

“ . . You know he’s not permanently dead, ya know?”  Chance asked, giggling slightly.

Taph froze.

‘He’ll come back?’ 

Chance nodded. “Death isn't permanent here, that's one thing I can assure ya.”

The avian felt relieved– all that worrying was for nothing.

Yet, the sight of Dussekar’s body still haunted him.

Suddenly, Taph felt his world spin, collapsing into Chance's arms.

The gambler stumbled back slightly from the sudden weight.

They chuckled slightly, adjusting to support the Avian's weight.

Taph didn't feel like he had the strength to stand up, resorting to slumping in the other's grasp quietly.

‘Im tired.’

Taph sighed, looking around in exhaustion.

(I gave up and decided to continue writing this after 1-2 months so if the writing becomes different forgive me bro)

Chance responded with a laugh, patting Taph's head awkwardly as they moved against the wall. 

The gamblers' eyes turned towards their own watch, sighing in relief. “Only 10 minutes left. Ey! You’ve almost survived your first round!”

Taph responded with a weak thumbs up, eyes focused on the ground.

‘Second round.’

He corrected.

The two stayed silent, embracing each other awkwardly.

‘That thing . . What was it?’

“The red guy? His name is C00lkidd.”

‘Weird name.’

“That’s what I said!”

The Avian finally willed himself to push away from the other, awkwardly leaning against the wall as embarrassment creeps in.

Did he really just collapse against them?

Suddenly, he became very thankful for his mask– otherwise the other would’ve seen his current burning face.

At least, he thought he was blushing. When’s the last time he saw his own face?

His wings fluttered with embarrassment, before being startled by the sound of a clock.

Tick, tock.

He turned to Chance, silently expecting an answer.

Tick, tock.

Chance didn't look phased, checking their watch with an impatient frown.

Tick, tock.

Taphs vision faded to black.

And just like that, he was back at that table, surrounded by others.

Cheers rang through, Taph noticed the amount of people at the table– most of them must’ve survived.

As if on cue, his eyes locked with Buildermans– who was leaning against a desk from afar.

Immediately, Taph sprung up, pushing through others to get to him.

He was alive! Taph gushed internally, immediately getting into the personal space of the Admin as he checked them over for the injuries that caused their demise.

Taph found none. There was no crack in their head, no blood running down their mouth, no ripped flesh.

He was completely fine.

Builderman used a hand to gently push Taph away from him, flashing a reassuring smile.

Taph recoiled. Did he do something wrong?

“Easy round out there, wasn't it?.” Builderman adjusted his hat nervously, looking around.

Builderman looked embarrassed.

Was he the only one that died?

Taph giggled– or atleast, attempted to. No sounds came out of the avian's throat, only pain.

‘You’re okay!’

Taph stumbled with their hands, attempting to sign too fast. 

The familiar outline of an emoji above his head never failed to scare him.

“Of course I am.” Builderman reassured firmly.

Taph always liked that about Builderman. The man was always composed, always the authority in the room.

To others, they may have hated it. People didn't like to be challenged, to be the one in the lesser position.

To Taph? It was relieving. Being able to sit back and simply listen to the commands of another, being able to clear his brain of thoughts and think only about the orders he would be given.

Taph hated being in control. 

It had always been his thing to just– be there.

In the silence, like a robot– waiting for a command. That was his life, after all. 

Get up, go to the Roblox HQ, get orders, bomb some houses if needed, fill paperwork, go home. Repeat.

Over and over and over, the routine was practically burnt into him.

Afterall, he only existed to take orders. It’s the only way people wouldn't leave him.

A quiet bird is more preferred than a loud one.

Taph couldn't understand why other people didn't like being ordered around!

Maybe he was just weird. But he was okay with that.

“Just stay there and be quiet.” Telamon sighed, wings ruffling in what seemed to be fury.

Taph nodded quietly, shifting himself to the corner of the room and curling in on himself silently.

He played with his robes gently, fidgeting with them.

His body screamed at him to move, but his mind kept him still.

Telamon frowned at Taph, as if displeased.

Immediately, Taph curled in deeper on himself– confused. 

He had obeyed, listened, so why was Telamon mad at him?

“You’re good at following orders.” Telamon noted, though his voice hinted at a half-hearted tone. “Telamon is pleased with it.”

Taph felt emotions burst within him immediately.

He pleased Telamon! He did something good for once!

If obeying orders made Telamon pleased, Taph wouldn't hesitate to obey any command.

Afterall, some birds are meant to fly at the command of others, not to fly on their own.

“Taph–?” 

Taph snapped his gaze to Builderman, realizing he had zoned out.

“You okay there, bud? How bout we go so sit down and talk, yeah? Standing’ for so long is startin’ to make my back ache. Old people problems.”

Taph thought that was stupid, Admins couldn't age psychically! Their immortals! 

A part of him knew it was just an excuse to get Taph to sit down. Though, Taph couldn't exactly pinpoint why.

Until he caught sight of his trembling legs.

When did that happen? He frowned, pushing himself towards one of the benches in the cabin.

Builderman let out an audible breath, one he seemed to have been holding. – Moving to sit besides Taph on the bench.

The Avian caught sight of Shedletsky

And for some reason, something burned inside his chest. Screaming– kicking at his flesh, demanding to be given attention.

Shedletsky looked so familiar. 

Perhaps it was the other avian's wings? The brown large things with the occasional golden feather at the bottom looked eerily similar to Telamons.

Did Telamon have relatives? Was this a brother of Telamons?

Taph gripped the bench tightly, having to stop himself from practically jumping at the other in excitement.

A sibling– Telamon's sibling! That's amazing! Taph had zero idea Telamon had siblings! 

A thought nagged at the back of his mind.

Telamon didn't have any family.

Taph frowned. Maybe the Admin kept it a secret?

But it wouldn't make sense– not at all! Why keep a sibling a secret? Was it to protect them– was Telamon in danger?

Builderman seemed to notice the other gazing at Shedletsky continuously.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?”

‘Chicken boy.’

Taph felt too lazy to fingerspell Shedletsky's name, settling on the newly decided nickname.

‘Wings.’

Taph pointed at Shedletsky’s wings, hoping Builderman would get the memo.

Surprisingly, Builderman did– making a ‘ohhh’ sound as he leaned forward slightly.

Taphs chest fluttered. Builderman always knew what Taph was thinking!

Taph swore he saw panic flash in Builderman's gaze.

“His wings are similar to Telamons, aye? I find it pretty cool. Pretty crazy coincidence too, if you ask me. Maybe they are from the uhh.. Same.. bird species?” Builderman's voice lowered slightly, though his gaze was kept firm.

Builderman looked nervous– and Taph could see a slight hint of guilt within the admins eyes.

Was he hiding something? Taph tilted his head curiously, before redirecting his attention to the others' words.

Disappointment hit immediately as he slumped back against the cabin bench. 

So Telamon didn't have a secret sibling, Taph would keep that in mind.

Builderman flashed him an empathetic smile, straightening his posture as he patted Taphs back awkwardly– attempting to avoid the Avians wings.

Shedletsky’s loud boasting filled the room– talking about something Taph couldn't catch wind on.

Chance and Noob seemed to be sitting on the couch together, listening to Shedletsky's loud boasting.

It was loud, it was annoying. Taph immediately realized the sibling idea was stupid.

That moron could never have been related to Telamon! Taph thought bitterly, wallowing in his new freshly one-sided beef with the other Avian.

He could hear Builderman chuckle slightly at the behaviour of Taph, but his focus wasn't on the Admin currently.

Shedletsky seemed to have somehow noticed Taph’s death piercing glare– despite the fact Taph's eyes couldn't be seen. 

His eyes met Taphs, and for a second, Shedletsky’s expression seemed to falter, before returning to that shit eating grin Taph was starting to hate.

“Taph!” Shedletsky immediately made himself invited on the cabin bench, sitting besides Taph.

Unfortunately, this left the avian to be firmly sandwiched between Builderman and Shedletsky, giving his wings little to no space.

Shedletsky’s wings didn't seem to care either, firmly manspreading– wing style.

Taph scowled, and once again he heard the sounds of Builderman's muffled laughing.

“Alright, that's enough– give Taph some room, will ya?” Builderman, his hero, came to the rescue.

Shedletsky scoffed, shuffling to more of the edge. “Yeah, yeahh.” He grinned.

Taph didn't know whether or not to feel scared or honoured.

On one hand, he was cornered– If anything happened, he probably wouldn't be able to run in time.

On the other hand, he was currently trapped between two Admins!

Admins! That were paying attention to HIM! Taph could barely contain his excitement! 

He felt amazing! – Not including the small amount of panic growing in him.

His wings almost felt uncomfortable, being forced to tuck in harshly against his back in order to accommodate the two admins.

Builderman seemed to have noticed, moving to stand up. 

“Switch.” Builderman hummed, gesturing for Taph to take his spot.

Taph listened, taking Builderman's place at the corner– sighing in relief as his left wing was given space to stretch.

The bench dipped slightly as Builderman sat down in the middle, moving to give a scolding glare to Shedletsky, who smiled mockingly in response.

How could you be so disrespectful to a fellow Admin? Taph didn't get it!

It didn't make sense– The idea of being disrespectful to a peer was foreign to the Avian.

He shifted uncomfortably.

“Taph! Bud, how ya adjusting?” Shedletsky leaned forward slightly in order to get a better view of Taph, staring expectedly.

Taph shook his head in slight despair.

‘Terrible. My Subspace tripmines didnt work like they’re supposed to.’

He huffed, remembering the moment bitterly.

His Subspace tripmines were powerful! Not weak! 

Just two weeks ago, he would’ve laughed at the thought of a building not getting damaged by his tripmines.

It was ridiculous. What was more ridiculous was the fact that C00lkidd somehow managed to survive it– and didnt even seem injured!

His head hurt, none of this made sense to him.

Shedletsky muttered something in response, something Taph couldn't catch. 

The Avian didnt bother asking for him to repeat.

“Pizzas ready!” Elliot called out from the kitchen— when did the cabin have a kitchen?

That's weird. There were so many things in the cabin that Taph hadn't noticed before.

So much for being ‘on guard.’ Can't even decipher his own surroundings. He thought bitterly.

Builderman and Shedletsky seemed to be engrossed in a conversation, chattering away.

Taph was just there, watching the two quietly– not wanting to disturb them.

Builderman barked a laugh at Shedletsky's joke.

Why couldn't Taph ever get Builderman to laugh like that? 

His stomach growled, slightly shocking him.

“Hungry?” Shedletsky asked, getting up and making his way down to the kitchen, not waiting for Taph to answer.

The cabin lights flickered slightly ever so often, providing a soft, warm dim to the cabin whenever it wasn't fighting for its life.

Dust rose around, despite the cabin looking mighty clean. Wonder who cleans it.

Soft chatter could be heard from the couch, voices Taph couldn't make out.

Must be people he hasn't met yet.

Builderman adjusted his hat, keeping quiet.

Taph liked that, he liked the silence. Just being in the presence of Builderman was enough.

Goodness, he admired Builderman so much.

Squinting, Taph made out the distant figures of 007n7 and Two Time on the couch.

That hacker didnt look anything like Taph remembered from the posters.

There was no evil grin, no crazy laughter.

Rather there was a soft smile that reminded him fondly of fathers.

The ex-hacker had a tired look.

Taph had zero idea if the ex-hacker could be trusted.

But, considering how half of Robloxia practically hated him for simply doing his job. That did make the two similar in some way, didnt it?

They were both hated.

Taph wondered if 007n7 ever had to experience anything similar to the protesters.

Would Builderman approve if Taph talked to the man? Taph didnt want to disappoint Builderman.

“007n7 has changed.” Builderman shifted uncomfortably, staring at 7n7 with a distrustful and doubtful gaze. “Just hard to believe, ya’ know?”

“You can go talk to him if you want.” Builderman, of course, knew what he was thinking. “Just be wary of Two time, kay?”

Taph nodded. Signing a quick ‘thank you’ as he got up to approach the two.

“I know– im trying so hard, its just-..” 7n7 stumbled, sat on the edge of the couch as Two Time nodded at his words.

“Do not be scared, dear friend!” Two time smiled in a uncanny way, shifting to tilt their head at 7n7. “For grief is to be expected when faced with one you once loved. I do share the same grief whenever I encounter my beloved within a round!”

“May the Spawn bless your child, so you two may be reunited once more.” Two time clasped their hands together, as if praying.

7n7 smiled weakly at that, adjusting his burger hat.

He flinched weakly when Taph came into his sight. Said Avian standing directly behind him silently.

‘Hello.’

Taph signed, hoping to hide his slight suspicion.

The hacker had his interest peeked, but still couldn't shake off the slight feeling of suspicion.

“Ah– Hello!” 007n7 waved back, immediately cringing at his own movement. 

Taph moved to sit on the couch, gazing curiously at Two time, who smiled in response.

“New friend! Hello there, other sinful soul! You’ve finally come to join us!” Two times smile seemed to get bigger somehow, head tilting even more.

Taph waved shyly at them, slightly creeped out.

‘Sinful soul?’

Taph asked, worry beginning to broom.

“Ah, yes! For all of us survivors are sinful in one way or another!”

Taph frowned, what could he have done to be considered sinful?

The buildings still occupied, NPCS still flourishing, servers still lively.

Then the bomb detonated. 

Taph didnt blink.

He shook his head– No, it couldnt be that! Surely?

“Dont– Dont scare them.” 007n7s voice cut through the silence, giving a slight scolding look to Two Time, though it was weak.

“Sorry– What are you?” 7n7 asked.

Taph paused, was he talking to him?

‘Robloxian and Avian.’

Taph deadpanned.

Two Time laughed at that– though the sound was weirdly fancy, as if perfectly recited.

Taph felt deeply disturbed at that.

“My dearest friend! For 7n7 here asks for your pronouns– not your species!” 

Taph tilted his head in confusion. Why did they need to know that?

Two Time frowned. “Dearest, do you lack knowledge in your pronouns? Do not fret!” Two time beamed.

Immediately, his interest was piqued. Two Time seemed to be the type of person to enjoy pleasing others– they did look rather enthustuatic about helping Taph.

Just like Taph! His wings fluttered happily– He found his people!

Taph refocused his attention on the topic, noticing both Two time and 7n7 staring at him.

‘Pronouns? I dont know, im a man– I think?’ 

Taph signed hesitatingly, ignoring the weird feeling of discomfort building inside.

For some reason, the words didn't feel right.

Taph shook his head, he had much more bigger problems to attend to– He had no time to worry over these tiny feelings.

“Ah, splendid!” Two time squeaked happily.

007n7 smiled gently, “Your name is Taph, right?” 

Taph nodded.

“Thats a beautiful name, does it stand for Epitaph?”

Taphs heart skipped a beat slightly, feeling rather prideful over his name. 

The mans voice reminded Taph deeply of a father, much unlike what he was expecting.

It was deeply comforting to a extent, slightly calming down the Avian.

‘Yes.’ 

He tried to smile back at 007n7, before remembering his mask. 

Instead, he enthusiastically thumbed up to replace the smile, though it came out rather awkward.

“Well, Im 007n7. You already knew that, probably.” 007n7 adjusted his glasses. “You can call me Seven.” 

‘Nice name.’

“Thank you..” 

Maybe the ex-hacker wasnt too bad.

“And my name is Two Time! You may call me by any name you prefer! Though, I do request the usuage of Nonbinary terms when referring to me!” 

Taph noted that mentally, nodding.

‘Cool name.’

“May the Spawn bless you!” Two Tiimes tail wagged.

Taph sighed, they may as well get to the main point. They turned to stare at 007n7, who promptly flinched at the sudden stare.

‘You.’

007n7 laughed nervously, “Yes..?”

‘You’ve changed, your not like the posters said.’

007n7 took that in, staring for a couple seconds– as if attempting to process rather or not Taphs comment was in a positive or negative light.

‘I like it.’

Taph scrambled to sign, attempting to show his tone.

One downside of using sign language was the fact that you could barely tell Taphs tone, it frustrated his extremely.

“Oh, really?” 007n7s voice slightly raised, eyes sparkling. “Thank you..!” 007n7 shifted to fidget quietly.

Crunch

Two Time munched on a pizza slice, ignoring the heartwarming moment.

Taph turned to them, noticing the food.

“It is currently dinner time, do you wish for a slice?” Two Time extended a slice out to Taph, whom took it silently in response.

His stomach growled– he could feel saliva building up from hunger. Goodness, he was hungry.

Two Time turned to offer 007n7 a pizza slice, muttering a gentle prayer when it was accepted.

Huh. Taph stared. Two Time must be a religious person, they certainly seemed like one.

The ex-hacker fidgetted quietly with the pizza, before taking a hesitant bite. “Again, Two Time.” He mutters in between bites. “Im sorry you have to get pizza for me. Its just– I cant face him, ya know?” 

“It is alright, we understand! Having to face what was once the tormented when you were the tormentor can be quite the challenge." 

Two Time talked weird, kind of like Dusekkar. Taph found it weirdly cool, and oddly soothing.

Taph noticed 007n7 was trembling slightly.

‘Are you okay?’ 

Taph scooted himself slightly closer in order to hear 007n7– who was annoyingly quiet when talking.

“Yes, of course! Just shaken up from the round, no need to worry about me.” 007n7 immediately rushed to reassure, dropping his pizza on his lap and raising his hands slightly.

Suddenly, Taph remembered– the killer, C00lkidd, was oddly familiar.

Immediately it hit him. C00lkidd was the kid in those missing child posters! Taph remembered fuzzily about it. 

‘Is Cool Kid your child?’

Taph tilted his head curiously, pausing halfway to figure out a sign to accommodate C00lkidds name, eventually settling on the simple signs of ‘Cool’ and ‘Kid.’

007n7 stared at the emojis above Taph’s head, deciphering them quietly all while the Avian waited patiently.

“Red. . . ? – Oh! Yes. C00lkidd is my child.” 007n7s eyes became filled with emotions.

Taph could recognise them, pity beginning to curl inside him.

Terror, grief, sadness, denial, shame.

‘Im sorry.’

Slight tears brimmed at the edge of 007n7s eyes, one the ex-hacker immediately brushed away.

Taph went to awkwardly pat the back of 007n7. He didn't know how to comfort all that well.

Oh! Wait! 

Taph sobbed gently, sniffling as he grasped his now bleeding wing.

Everything had been going well! He’d been learning how to fly– then that stupid tree came in and his left wing got cruelly hit by a sharp branch.

It hurt, he wanted to scream– but he couldn't. Of course he couldn't! Why couldn't he use his voice like intended? It wasn't fair! 

“Oh my..” Telamon sighed, and Taph couldn't tell if it was disappointment or pity. 

Taph didn't want to know anymore. It hurt.

Telamon sat down beside the crying Avian, a wing extending out to gently cocoon Taph, pulling him onto Telamon's side.

Taph stopped his sniffling, turning to the older.

The wing felt .. safe, like Telamon's wing shielded him from all that was wrong.

Slowly his crying died down, cuddling up to Telamon's wing as sleep claimed him.

One day, when he had big wings like Telamon– He’d wrap his wings around somebody and be as safe as Telamon.

Taph extended their wing out, cocooning 007n7 gently.

Like a mother bird! Taph thought happily. He is good at this comforting thing!

007n7s tears stopped almost immediately, his gaze locking on Taph in confusion.

“You arent . . like, mad?” 007n7 laughed nervously, though it sounded half hearted.

Taph stared in confusion, pulling the other closer with his wings.

Was it not working? Was he not doing it right? He blinked.

‘No.’

He chirped, attempting to soothe the ex-hacker.

“Thank you, kid.” 007n7 moved to pat Taphs head.

Taph bristled. Kid? Taph wasn't a kid! Sure, maybe he’s (probably) young compared to the other survivors, but he isnt a child!

He huffed, crossing his arms.

Two Time watched the two curiously from their posistion on the couch, watching with the same creepy smile.

They clasp their hands togather, beginning to pray silently once more.

Taph extended their other wing, inviting Two Time to join the embrace.

Two Time for a second looked shocked, faltering their pray as they stare at the wing, as if thinking.

Taph, for a second– thought he intidimated Two Time too much, getting ready to tuck in his wing again.

Unexpectedly, Two Time moved to join by the side Of Taph, leaning against the wing gently.

Taphs wing encompassed Two Time.

The two couldnt see past his mask, but behind it– Taph was smiling.

It was weird how much he was adjusting– how quickly he adjusted.

Practically a day ago, he would’ve freaked out and ran.

Maybe it was the presence of Builderman, or the promises and soothingness of Dusekkar.

Despite the fact he obviously wasn't safe in rounds– outside of it, strangely enough, he felt calm.

Safe.

He was safe.

Taph took a gentle breath, flinching at the feeling of something cold hitting his wing.

Two Times tail was wagging, gently thumping against his wing occasionally.

Taph silently giggled, Moving to adjust his wings quietly so he could get more comfortable.

Eventually, 007n7 moved away, quietly excusing himself back to his cabin.

Taph watched 007n7s figure fade away as he walked off, confusion immediately replacing the relaxation.

‘He has his own cabin?’

Two time hummed from their position, slumped slightly and relaxed in Taphs arms.

“Everyone holds their own cabin! A humble home suited just for us, Dusekkar took you to his– didnt he?” Two Time smiled.

He blinked in surprise, remembering.

‘Oh.’

“Though, rather it is shared. Each cabin holds two people!” Two Time stretched slightly. “Do not fret, dear friend! For I do believe there is a cabin with only one occupant, which means there is room for you!”

Taph was worried with who he’d be stuck with. What if he got stuck with someone like Shedletsky? Or Chance?

While both of them were. . Okay. Their volumes was not something Taph was pleased with.

And if it was someone like Builderman or Dusekkar, Taph didnt know how he’d react.

On one hand, that’d be amazing! He’d get to sleep close to one of the Admins! And their both rather strong . . Which means they’d probably be able to fight off any protesters. 

On the other hand. Taph wasnt used to sharing his space. Normally he would have a pillow nest in a corner of a random room, usually a large closet. All dark and all to himself.

The idea of sleeping near someone he idolizes feels weirdly– intimate in a way? Taph couldnt put his mind to it.

He’d probably be put with someone like Noob. Taph reassured himself, trying to calm the slight panic building up.

“Ah, Right! I do believe Dusekkar is the one who inhabits the lonesome cabin.” 

Two Times lowered in volume, voice becoming rather poisonous. They spit the name Dusekkar as if speaking of the devil himself.

Taph didnt know how to react to that, deciding to brush it off.

Wait, Dusekkar?

Just his luck! He sighed, head hitting the couch as he threw his head back.

That sounded amazing, yet scary. 

His mind wandered back to that night, blushing slightly.

Goodness, he felt weird whenever he thought back.

Taph nodded.

He’s got this, he has this handled!

He takes a bite of the neglected pizza he’s been holding the entire time.

It’s turned cold by now, but Taph could care less.

Nausea built up, probably from eating too fast– but he didnt care.

“I request for you to slow down, as to prevent harm.” Two Times voice cut through, their weirdly emotion-absent eyes locked on him.

He paused, nodding, ashamed at how fast he ate.

Like a wild animal.

Suddenly, Two Time jumped up, standing and turning to Taph– extending a arm out.

“Come, come along! The divine pumpkin is in the kitchen, which gives us time to get you set up in your new cabin!”

‘What if Dusekkar gets upset?’

Taph frowned. From what he knew about Dusekkar, the man was surprisingly quite introverted, and enjoyed his own space.

Like Taph. He thought. Dusekkar wouldn't be happy with a cabinmate, or would he? Taph would be invading his space, wouldn't he?

Two Time replied rather quickly, surprising Taph. Normally it’d take around a minute for a response– due to emojies being rather hard to decipher. And basically no one knew sign language.

“He already knows you’ll be his cabinmate! For he has even cleaned and decorated the part that shall belong to you. The Pumpkin will not detest your existence within the cabin, I assure!” 

That calmed down Taph significantly, the knowledge that Dusekkar at least knows he’ll be there is reassuring. 

Though, apart of him felt curious at the mention of decoration– Dusekkar decorated his part? 

Taph shook off the giddy happy feeling that was threatening to consume him at the thought of that. Dusekkar thought of him! He almost squealed like a teenage girl– if he could, that is.

Taph took Two Times hand as the other lead him out of the main cabin, into the greenery.

The cabins littering the place finally became evident to Taph.

Wow, there was a lot.

Finally, they stopped at the familiar cabin– the one littered with plants.

Two Time opened the door, practically shoving Taph in enthusiastically . 

And just as Two Time had said, there were two parts to the cabin.

One side, obviously belonged to Dusekkar. Beautiful and well kept, just like Taph remembered.

The other side wasn't exactly decorated, it looked entirely normal– like walking into your college dorm for the first time. But imagine it as a actually big space. 

The only difference was the bed, which was littered in pillows and blankets.

Taph recognised what it was immediately– a nest! 

His wings expanded, fluttering slightly as his body urged him to stim.

Two Time giggled from the sidelines at Taph's enthusiastic response. “Someone certainty looks happy! It appears as if the Pumpkin has blessed you with a nest! How thoughtful!” 

Two Times tail curled around his leg, and for a second– Taph wondered if that hurt Two Time at all.

Certainly those weird things that look terrifyingly oddly like a bone– was sharp? 

He shook his head, focusing on the nest.

And just as he thought it couldn't get better, Taph spotted a closet– immediately rushing to it to open it.

Yes! The closet was definitely storage-room like, as it was rather big. 

Not that big, not that small. The exact amount of space for Taph to make a nest and set some things up.

Tiny enough to make Taph feel safe and hidden.

Big enough to give Taph enough room to walk around and not be stuck.

“I shall leave you to it– do get some rest. May the Spawn bless you, new ally!” Two Time waved from the door, before promptly exiting and shutting the door behind them before Taph could respond. 

Taph immediately got to work, as much as he loved beds– He much preferred floor nests, that way he could hide more easier and jump somebody if they try to attack him!

Beds were where people were expected to be, where the protesters would expect to find him.

Nobody expected Taph would be on the floor! Nor in a closet! It’s the best idea, if you asked him.

The best idea to keep safe.

The protesters cant hurt him anymore.

Apart of him whispered, before he shook it off.

He has to protect himself, he cant let his guard down– even if these survivors can be trusted, whos to say there aren't things out there that the survivors aren't telling him about?

What if the killers had access to his cabin– what if they broke in?

Taph shuddered, the idea of that felt terrifying.

Waking up in the morning to the sound of screaming, looking up to see the same eyes of C00lkidd– hollow, lifeless. Staring into his.

The Avian calmed down his breathing, trying to regulate his emotions as he moved towards the bed to take the materials there.

He scurried to the closet, beginning to set up a new nest there.

Perfect! Now he wasn't in Dusekkar’s way! His wings flutter happily.

After setting it up, Taph went to close the closet door, sighing as the dimly lit room engulfed him.

He made his way to his left, collapsing in it and spreading his wings.

The closet– or was it a storage room? Taph couldn't tell. Was just big enough for him to spread his wings fully out, the tip of his wings touching the walls.

Impressive, considering his wings were annoyingly large.

Finally! He had time to spread and stretch his wings and just live and think.

Burying his head into his arms, Taph wrapped a blanket around him, trying to ward off any negative thoughts as he willed himself to sleep.

Eventually, sleep claimed him.

And Taph fell into that blissful silence once more.