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What I will NOT write: NSFW, Proshipping, Darkshipping, heavy blood and gore, and heavy mentions of Abuse

Everything else is pretty much on the table. I can refuse your request if it’s something I’m uncomfortable with, but I will let you know why and if you are willing to accept a prompt change I will write that instead if I am comfortable!

Requests should include:

-Pairing/Group and whether it’s romantic or platonic

-Where it’s taking place (AU, Post Forsaken, During Forsaken, etc.)

-General overview of the plot

-Whether it’s a happy story (⭐️) or sad story (🥀)

Example:

Elliot/Chance (Romantic), set in Forsaken

Chance’s gun blows up and he’s sure he’s done for until Elliot comes and saves him. Happy ending where the two talk and eventually realize their feelings for each other 

Current Chapters:

⭐️ Taph & Everyone ”A Christmas Miracle” 

⭐️ Taph & Two Time “A Restful Slumber”

⭐️ 007n7/Elliot “Meeting The Family (Again)”

⭐️/🥀 Slasher x Killer!Reader “Cuddling In The Dark”

QUEUE: 

⭐️ Noob/Elliot “Grandparents in Your Area”

🥀/⭐️ Noob & 007n7 & Twotime “Becoming Someone New (Literally)”

🥀/⭐️ Azure/1x1x1x1 “Common Ground”

🥀/⭐️ Noob & Guest 666 “An Unhealthy Obsession”

🥀 Builderman/Shedletsky “Comms Failure”

Chapter Text

It was Christmas.

Despite everyone else giving up on tracking the days, not seeing a point in making themselves remember how long they had been trapped, Taph kept tracking the days almost religiously. It was a small habit of hers, something to keep him sane and remind them that time was flowing, that they weren’t stuck somewhere, forced to be stagnant

Plus, it certainly helped for times like this, when big holidays slowly approached. Or, well, holiday, Taph couldn’t really care less for the other holidays

Christmas Eve. The second best day ever (in Taph’s opinion). A day to prepare for the best day ever, Christmas Day

The day had been slowly approaching for months, each swipe of a stolen red marker only causing Taph’s spirits to lift higher and higher. He couldn’t help it, who hated Christmas? No one, that’s who

Taph didn’t sleep a wink the night before Christmas Eve, instead she spent the entire night gathering materials from things they had been finding around the cabin for the past few months. He had started working on decorations since she realized it was after Halloween, it was just something to keep them busy, especially since Builderman had always said activities were good for the mind. And considering where they were? Definitely important to have activities

He spent the night putting up festive lights she made using the crystals from their mines, putting up some paper snowflakes he made with her claws and some spare papers they had gathered from the board outside that always seemed to refresh, he had even gone through all the trouble of cutting down a tree and putting it up in the living area of the cabin. She was a little surprised no one had woken up yet, but small victories were still victories. 

The final touch was the presents, the presents they had spent months planning for each and every survivor friend he had made during her time there. Even 007n7 got presents! Christmas is a time of happiness and joy, just because Taph didn’t like the man didn’t mean they’d exclude 007n7 from Christmas!

Taph even had gifts for the killers! He knew that C00lkidd would probably appreciate some Christmas stuff, especially since according to 007n7 he was only ten years old. Taph didn’t even know if Santa could visit this realm, so she didn’t want C00lkidd to have no presents at all!

The presents were all packed neatly in a box, along with some of their extra Christmas supplies, like extra lights and some paper to make their own snowflakes. The box was a little bigger than he had expected, but thankfully it was something she could just take into the round to give to them

After setting everything up, Taph then immediately went into the kitchen. The sun didn’t exactly rise in this realm, but the clock in the living room showed that it was almost 6AM, so the others would be waking up soon. They had to hurry if he wanted them to wake up to Christmas cookies! Thankfully, she remembered the recipe off by heart, Taph was almost sure they could make these cookies in his sleep

Simple cinnamon cookies with green, red, and white sprinkles mixed within with a hint of icing. Simple, but full of festive spirit which was exactly what Taph desired

Taph rolled up her sleeves and immediately got to work. Thankfully, whoever was controlling their fate in this realm seemed to have mercy on them by giving him all the necessary ingredients for the cookies. She would have preferred a mixer for the icing, but Taph wasn’t one to kick a gift horse in the mouth

Eventually, the clock hit 6AM and survivors started waking up and trickling out of their rooms. Taph looked up when they heard the clock and felt a giddy smile cross his face at the sound of doors opening. She turned back to the cookies and started working on the final batch, hoping the other survivors would appreciate the decorations

Builderman, Dusekkar, and Shedletsky were the first out of their rooms, having gotten used to getting up at absurdly early hours for work. Builderman walked out with a stretch, smiling at Shedletsky and Dusekkar, who grinned and smiled at him respectively 

“You two ready for another day of torment?” Shedletsky asked, wrapping an arm around Builderman who rolled his eyes and pushed Shedletsky off of him, causing the man to snicker while Dusekkar rolled his eyes

“Depends on the torment. This place almost makes me miss the paperwork type of torment.” Builderman said, walking down the hall and causing Shedletsky to snort as he rushed to follow Builderman

“For the cycle of death continues on, our home I remain drawn.” Dusekkar said, floating gently behind the two as the group made their way to the staircase

Eventually, the three admins made it to the railing overlooking the lobby, all of them immediately pausing the second they saw the decorations Taph had put up. Builderman glanced over to Shedletsky and Dusekkar, just to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, just to see the two in just as much awe as he felt

“Well I’ll be.” Builderman chuckled, looking back towards the lobby at all the decorations. “Did either of ya’ know it was December?”

“Nope.” Shedletsky said, let out a low whistle as he stared out across the cabin at all the lights and paper snowflakes. “This reminds me of that time you forgot it was Christmas and had to frantically set up an event for the Robloxians so the rest of us woke up to a completely Christmas-ified HQ .”

“Quite a scare it was to be, with Santa Claus hiding behind a tree.” Dusekkar shivered, earning a snicker and a pat on the arm from Shedletsky

Builderman rolled his eyes, a noticeable red blush on his face as he headed down the stairs a little faster than usual. Shedletsky followed after with a noticeable pep in his step, a grin on his face as he continued to tease Builderman all the way down the stairs with Dusekkar trailing behind the two, deciding to spare Builderman for now

Chance, Guest 1337, Twotime and Noob were the second group to wake up, both Noob and Chance were still feeling a bit groggy as they met each other outside of their rooms, meanwhile Guest and Twotime walked up to the other looking like they woke up hours ago. Chance stretched, popping some bones which prompted Twotime to do the same. Noob cringed at the sound before yawning, grumbling about how it was such an ugly sound as Guest chuckled at the three, walking towards the stairs with the others following

“Woah!” Chance exclaimed, leaning over the railing to look at all the decorations, barely managing to keep his feet on the ground. “It’s Christmas!”

Noob gently tugged Chance’s jacket, nervous that they would fall over the railing again. “Y-Yeah! I wonder who set t-this up?”

Chance turned to grin at Noob, his smile almost blinding as he wrapped an arm around their shoulders, causing Noob to yelp in surprise at the sudden movement. “Let’s go see!”

Noob whined as Chance dragged them down the stairs, laughing a little when Chance’s shoe got caught on a spare piece of tinsel and caused them to almost fall down the stairs. Noob made sure Chance stayed standing, as the two headed down the stairs at normal speed this time

Guest chuckled at the two and looked out on the scene himself, smiling as memories of decorating his home with his family flooded his head at the childish paper snowflakes and the lights. He glanced over to where Twotime was before blinking as he realized the cultist wasn’t where he thought they were. Glancing down to the main area, he relaxed at seeing Twotime messing with the tree, somehow slipping behind the soldier

He sighed and shook his head, a fond smile on his face as he followed the three down the stairs, going a much more leisurely pace so he didn’t trip like Chance did

The final two to come down were Elliot and 07, both having issues getting up without their respective alarm clocks. Elliot wandered out of his room first, followed by 07, who paused after seeing Elliot. He just sighed and continued onwards, catching up to Elliot who didn’t even bother to turn to look at him despite knowing he was there

The second 07 saw the decorations, the usual frown on his face immediately vanished and was replaced with a smile. The last time he had celebrated Christmas was with C00lkidd, the child finding the holiday to be the “c00lest holiday ever” which caused their Christmas tree to be up in November and down in February. He glanced over to Elliot and smiled a little more when it was clear Elliot was feeling similar, his jaw hung open as he gripped the railing

Elliot glanced over at 07, which caused the man to smile nervously and look away. Elliot hesitated for a second before eventually sighing and heading towards the stairs, with 07 trailing behind 

Eventually, everyone settled into the living area, idle conversation flooding the room as the survivors tried to piece together who could’ve set this all up while they were sleeping. Taph glanced into the main room and felt themselves get giddy seeing everyone admiring her decorations, a joy they hadn’t felt since arriving at this realm flooding his bones at the smiles and laughter

They walked into the room with her head held high, the tray of now finished cookies in his hands as they headed inside. Builderman was the first to notice her, smiling and waving, only to pause when he saw the tray in their hands. He blinked for a second before glancing around then looking back at Taph

“Taph!” Builderman called out, causing the other survivors to look over. “Were ya the one who set this up?”

Taph nodded, walking over and placing the cookies down on the table, making a gesturing motion for everyone to dig in. Almost immediately, everyone gave their version of thanks as they reached for the cookies, surprise on their faces as they bit into the cinnamon cookies

“How long have you been working on this, Taph?” Elliot asked, grabbing another cookie as he asked

“Two months.” Taph signed back, trying to keep their hands steady despite the obvious joy in their movements. “I keep track of days. Tomorrow is Christmas.”

Builderman laughed, reaching up and patting Taph on the shoulder. “Well done then kid, this ’s amazin’.”

“Yeah! This is great!” Shedletsky gave Taph a thumbs up, followed by the rest of the survivors thanking Taph, who quickly got embarrassed and covered his face up, causing another round of laughter. She quickly signed a small ‘thank you’, embarrassment clear in their body

Shedletsky grabbed Taph and yanked them down to sit next to the rest of them on the couch, wrapping his arm around Taph’s shoulder as he laughed, poking at Taph who tried to push Shedletsky away, their wings flapping which betrayed how Taph really felt about the situation. Builderman smiled and pushed Shedletsky away, causing the man to snicker again before everything settled

Taph sat there happily and watched each survivor, everyone getting along as the Christmas spirit washed through the cabin. Heck, even Elliot and 07 were talking together! Without the awkward glances! She couldn’t help but feel giddy, the pure joy flooding from his body

This is what Christmas was about, spending time with those you care for and putting old grudges aside. It warmed Taph’s heart that even in Spectre’s realm they were all talking and laughing with each other, that even in this realm of pain and despair, a glimmer of hope managed to peak through, a light at the end of the tunnel

Eventually, a round would start and Taph would give C00lkidd the box full of his extra supplies, watching as the child-turned-monster would pause its game just to celebrate that it was almost Christmas

Eventually, in the next round 1x1x1x1 would—reluctantly—announce that for Christmas tomorrow, they would all have a truce. No more games from C00lkidd, no more chases from Slasher, no more hunts from John Doe, no more teasing from Noli, nothing. Just-…peace, for one singular day in hell

Eventually, Taph would wake up on Christmas Day to gifts meant for him and the others under the tree, signed by Santa Claus. They wouldn’t notice how tired Shedletsky and Builderman looked, nor would she notice as they watched him open gifts with a knowing look in their eyes

And eventually, Christmas would be over and everything would turn back to normal, back to the games, back to hell, and back to the sick cycle of life and death

But for now, it was Christmas Eve. For now, Taph sat on the couch in the lobby, pressed between Builderman and Shedletsky as everyone else brainstormed ideas for what they could do to celebrate Christmas. For now, it was peaceful, and Taph was going to enjoy it as best as he could

Bonus:

Taph walked over to the dock, carrying a small present in her hands as they glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was following her. Assured that he was all alone, they placed the gift on the dock, stepping back after making sure the wind wouldn’t knock it into the water

Taph nodded to themselves and ran back to the main cabin, not wanting to miss out on any events, and knowing that the intended recipient of the gift wouldn’t show up if he was still around. She walked up to the steps of the main cabin, looking towards the dock before walking inside, closing the door behind himself as they rejoined the group

Minutes later, clawed hands reached down and lifted up the gift, staring at the black and red wrapping with an unreadable expression on its face. It lifted up the small tag, reading the contents of it with a small tilt of its head

“Everyone deserves to celebrate Christmas. -Taph” It said, the words simple, yet causing the being to pause for a second, all movement ceasing as it slowly dragged a claw along the wrapping, opening up the gift slowly

Inside was a hand knitted Christmas sweater, black and red of course, with “Christmas Captor” crocheted on the front. The being stared at it, before manipulating its body to slide the sweater on. It hummed at the warmth it provided, tugging gently on the sweater as it moved to look at itself in the lake

It snorted a little at its appearance, finding it funny how one of the people it had captured decided to spend her time making something so… intricate, just for it. It glanced over to the main cabin and hummed gently before vanishing out of sight again, back to its domain

It was planning on punishing them all for this little “peace treaty”, but, well, a small break couldn’t possibly hurt. It would just make it all the more delicious when the treaty ended and they were back to hell

Yes, that was the reason it would let this slide

And if it didn’t take that sweater off for a few weeks, no one had to know

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It was hard to believe it was hard to fall asleep peacefully in a realm where you enter death games every so often

… well, maybe it was easy to believe, actually

Taph flopped down on the beanbag she had found, burying her face in the beans as they tried to get comfortable, thankful for the heat of the fireplace. They tugged on the blanket she had stolen from one of the spare closets around to reach up to his chin, causing a small sigh to come from them as she settled

Ever since Taph had arrived in Forsaken, they had been having issues sleeping. Though really, it probably started way before that, since Taph couldn’t exactly remember sleeping when the protesters were outside her house. Regardless, Taph often found themselves awake until they’d body physically couldn’t take it anymore and they’d just collapse

The last time it had happened, he had been in the middle of the round and just ended up collapsing in front of Slasher. Slasher seemed a little confused, especially since he hadn’t even attacked Taph yet, so he kinda just walked around Taph and continued with the round, leaving the demolitionist to sleep until Chance found them and woke them up to continue playing the round

Builderman was the one who suggested the beanbag and fireplace, thinking maybe the difference in material and the warmth would help Taph since clearly the normal beds weren’t doing anything. With nothing else to lose, Taph agreed to at least try it

Taph let his eyes sink close, burying their face in the chair as the crackle of the fireplace burned behind her. It was… surprisingly peaceful despite being in the middle of the lobby, a place usually full of survivors bustling and laughing, now silent so Taph could get some rest. Just as Taph felt like maybe sleep could actually take him though, a voice sounded from just behind them

“Demolitionist, I question what you are doing.” A voice said, and despite being in a sleepy state, Taph recognizes the voice as Two Time

Taph had never really talked with Two Time. Their demeanour and way of speaking freaked Taph out a little if she was being honest, often finding themselves backing away whenever Two Time was in the room. Unfortunately, Taph was rather cozy, so he couldn’t really get away right now. They groaned internally before looking up to look at Two Time, adjusting their hands so they could sign

“Sleep, taking advantage break, I rest to recover.” Taph signed, not bothering to try and sign full sentences when this was the closest to sleep they’ve had in what felt like months

Two Time looked at Taph and hummed, a hand reaching up to tap against their chin. Taph blinked at them, wondering just what was running through the cultists head before Two Time smiled and clapped their hands

“I see! I also need to recover, so I too will rest!” Two Time says proudly. Taph blinks again before shrugging and rolling back over, snuggling back into the beanbag

They figured that was it, that Two Time would go to their room and sleep just like Taph was. So you could imagine Taph’s surprise when the beanbag shifted under them and when they opened their eyes they were face to face with Two Time, who was now curled up beside her on her beanbag. Taph’s eyes widened in alarm, but Two Time only smiled and closed their eyes, acting like this was perfectly normal

Taph stared at Two Time, multiple emotions running through them at this moment. Mainly shock, but others were definitely there too. She wasn’t exactly sure why Two Time would do such a thing, especially when she knows Two Time had their own cabin and bed, hell, she’s seen Two Time sleep in it!

Taph stared at Two Time for a second, just watching as the cultist slowly fell asleep. Two Time’s breathing started settling as their body relaxed, sleep taking them much easier than Taph, their hand had latched onto Taph’s robes at some point, trying to keep Taph close for a reason Taph didn’t understand, nor did she think she’d be able to. Taph’s head swam as she stared, wondering just why Two Time would chose to join them in bed instead of sleeping in their own room

But, Taph had to admit, it did feel a little nice to have a body next to them, the weight and presence causing him to feel more sleepy than he’s felt in years. She felt her eyes start to force themselves closed, causing him to gently shift closer, tangling their legs with Two Time’s and gently wrapping an arm around them. He didn’t really need to, but something deep inside them felt like this was right, that a body next to them was truly what they needed

Taph closed his eyes, feeling themselves settle now that both of them were starting to doze off. A small smile rested on his face as sleep finally claimed him, taking him down into the empty abyss of sleep that they hadn’t felt in too long

Taph’s breathing settled, mixing with Two Time’s who smiled softly and subtly gripped Taph’s robes tighter. The two rested peacefully, the fire still going behind them, blanketing them in a warmth that felt comfortable instead of irritating

It was… peaceful, in a way that felt eerily domestic for the realm they were currently in. It was just two souls, sleeping together on a beanbag; trying desperately to get some rest during the being’s mercy. Mercy was a hard thing to come by, yet for just this simple moment, it felt as though mercy was granted

Until Two Time started shifting in their sleep, their eyebrows pinched together as sweat started to fall from their forehead. They shifted a bit, their body going rigid as their mind got pestered by the same nightmare they had always had ever since that fateful day

Azure lay in their arms, a smile on his face despite the blood leaking from his mouth as Two Time shook, the dagger in their hands feeling more like a chain than a weapon. Their breathing picked up as they stared at the wound in Azure’s chest, one simple motion had caused that wound, one simple act of raising and then lowering the blade in their hands had been the reason Azure wasn’t breathing

“I-I’m sorry Azure-…” Because what else could they say? What else could be said to the person you had just murdered?

“It was necessary.” Two Time heard, a familiar hand resting on their shoulder. “You know it was necessary. You got your second life, the Spawn praises you.”

But then why did it hurt so bad? Why did the realization that Azure would no longer be at their side hurt so much? The Spawn had willed it, had made it so death was a further memory than what was possible, but Azure was still in their arms, still not moving, still bleeding and bleeding

They held Azure’s body close, feeling their heart shatter when they couldn’t hear the heartbeat they had memorized by now. It was all for the Spawn, the Spawn willed it after all, this is what had to happen, this was-

“Two Time?”

Two Time shot awake, their chest rising and falling rapidly as they’d tried to get a grasp on their surroundings. Their heartbeat thudded in their ears as they looked around, realizing very quickly they weren’t in their cabin like usual

By now, the lobby was dark. The moonlight filtered through the windows being the only sign of night in this realm. The fireplace had long since gone out, with no one able to keep the flames alive, yet for some reason, Two Time still felt warmth

They jumped when they felt something move against them, whipping their head over to the side just to see… Taph. Taph seemed to still be sleeping, despite Two Time’s movements from before. Taph’s arm was still wrapped around their middle, his legs tangled up in Two Time’s own in a motion that felt eerily familiar to long nights with someone else. Two Time paused their breathing for a moment to just… stare

Two Time wasn’t exactly… unaware of their reputation. They knew that some of the other survivors found them odd, and typically they could not care less.  They were all unclean of the Spawn, they did not worship as Two Time did, and though they believed eventually everyone would fall into the Spawn’s clutches, they couldn’t help but admit that their isolation had been getting to them

Taph wasn’t an exception. They seemed just as off-put by them as everyone else did, often avoiding encounters with them or heading towards the admins to pretend like Two Time wasn’t there. Yet here Taph was now, cuddling with them like they didn’t have blood on their hands. He seemed even almost… content, to have Two Time in his arms, which was weird

But Two Time couldn’t help the fact that the weight on their stomach was… grounding somehow, like that one arm Taph decided to extend to them single handedly solved all of their problems. They kept staring at Taph, wondering if this was a mistake, or if this was just an accident done in the haze of sleep

Yet, they couldn’t exactly care at the moment. Their memory of the nightmare slowly faded with Taph’s breathing, the rise and fall of Taph’s chest bringing a sense of peace Two Time hadn’t felt since they arrived in this realm. They shifted to lay back down, trying not to disturb Taph as they did so, watching Taph gently as the demolitionist's chest rose and fell as if it was just a regular night, as if they wouldn’t wake up tomorrow being slaughtered for sport, as if Two Time wasn’t laying next to them

Two Time found themselves shifting closer to Taph, a small smile on their face as they closed their eyes; the nightmare being a distant memory by now as they wrapped their arm around Taph. The demolitionist smelt like smoke, now that Two Time was close enough to tell, and oddly it felt comforting in a way nothing else had

Eventually, Two Time drifted back off to sleep, content with the weight across their stomach and the smell of smoke against their nose

——

“Taph, you up?”

Taph slowly opened their eyes, groaning internally at the light hitting their eyes which caused the voice above them to snicker. After blinking a couple of times, Taph looked up and met Shedletsky’s eye, who was standing above Taph with his hands on his hips and a shit eating grin on his face

“Looks like you got a cuddle buddy, huh?” Shedletsky asked, snickering at Taph who grew confused at Shedletsky’s statement

Taph looked down and felt her eyes widen in surprise, Shedletsky’s laughter only growing as Taph realized the situation she was in. Two Time was curled up against her chest, not dissimilar to the cats that decided she was a good perch when he would rest in HQ. Taph blinked in surprise at this, their expression thankfully unseen, as he was sure Shedletsky would only tease her more if he could see it

“Help” Taph signed, looking up at Shedletsky with what he hoped was pleading body language. Though, Taph should have known better, as Shedletsky only continued to laugh

“Well, I’ll leave you to rest. Builderman told me to get you up, not Two Time. Soooo…” Shedletsky grinned at Taph who glared at him so hard he hoped Shedletsky could feel it. If he did, he didn’t give it away as he just simply walked back towards the dining area, leaving Taph stuck under Two Time

Taph huffed at Shedletsky, already planning his revenge before he looked back to Two Time. He just stared at the cultist before sighing softly and patting Two Time’s head, deciding to just accept his fate

Besides, Two Time would wake up eventually, right?

(Taph decided to ignore how they felt like they slept better than they had in years, blaming the beanbag chair and the fireplace

And if they grabbed Two Time the next night and forced the cultist to lay down next to them again when they wanted to go sleep, no one needed to know)

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Elliot really wasn’t sure what to do with the hole he dug for himself

It had been around three months since Spectre was defeated and everyone was allowed back into Robloxia. In all honesty, Elliot couldn’t remember much of that day, just running, throwing a pizza to Shedletsky who was the one physically fighting Spectre, and making sure 007n7 was safe. Based on what he’s heard from everyone else, this was probably a good thing

Builderman had gotten Elliot back in contact with his family, saying it was the least he could do for Elliot’s contributions to the team. And in what felt like no time at all, Elliot changed from a survivor to a son currently in copious amounts of therapy

Not that any therapist could fully understand the hell of that place. Heck, Elliot still got scared whenever a grandfather clock chimed out, and it had been months since he’d been forced into a round. Based on messages with the other survivors, it seemed like this was a common experience, considering last time Elliot had talked to Chance they had thrown up over seeing the colour line green

Luckily, Elliot wasn’t dealing with it alone. Not only did he have the other survivors to turn to, those who knew exactly what he went through, he had someone else who was closer, who held him when things got hard, who stared at him like he hung the stars in the sky, who laughed at his stupid jokes and made even stupider ones in return. His heart started racing just thinking about him, which was usual, but this time for a different reason

007n7, his boyfriend

After way, way too much communication—and some Guest 1337 intervention because someone had to kick them into gear—Elliot had managed to… somewhat forgive 007n7 for his previous actions. Not completely, he didn’t think he’d ever get over that look in 007n7’s eyes as Elliot’s livelihood burned into ash, but enough to be… cordial

And somehow, cordial turned into checking on each other, inside jokes about the old times, spending nights together curled up in each other's arms. Elliot couldn’t exactly tell you how it happened, he doesn’t even think the two even named what they were now, but it was clear that their care for each other—somehow—became less and less platonic along the way

That was one of the few things he could thank Spectre for, because he’s not sure without it that he would have ever talked to 007n7 again

Unfortunately, Elliot dating 007n7 was what currently got him in this position, the position of his father sitting him down one night and asking Elliot to invite his partner over for dinner

He had mentioned 007n7 a few times to his father and sister, always referring to him as “his boyfriend” or any other such name that wouldn’t give away who he was actually going to go see. It’s not that he was hiding his relationship with 007n7 so to speak, it just so happened that the only people who knew about it were those also trapped in Spectre’s realm and the two didn’t see a reason to change this fact

007n7 was understanding, if anything he was completely fine with never meeting Elliot’s family. The man seemed more nervous about the entire situation than Elliot was, which made sense considering what it took to get Elliot, the tamest of the small family, to forgive him

“Your father wants to WHAT?” 007n7 said, turning around from doing the dishes to look at Elliot, who sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands

“I dunnoooo.” Elliot groaned softly, looking up from his hands. “He said I mentioned you too much and he just got curious since apparently it’s so serious…”

007n7 stared at Elliot before sighing softly. He placed the dish he was currently washing in the drying rack before drying his own hands on a towel and walking over to Elliot. He lifted Elliot’s head gently and pressed a kiss to the man’s forehead, causing Elliot to blush a little

“It’s okay.” 007n7 said, a smile on his face. “Your family trusts you, don’t they?”

“I sure hope they do.” Elliot said, frowning a little. 007n7 snickered a little and pressed another small kiss to Elliot’s nose

“Then I’m sure it’ll be fine.” 007n7 said, his words reassuring Elliot, even though Elliot could tell they were meant just as much for 007n7 as they were for him

Which led to the infamous day of reckoning, the day Elliot’s father and sister would learn that Elliot’s boyfriend was the same man who burned their establishment down for fun all those years ago. Elliot was waiting for 007n7 and C00lkidd outside of his car, checking his phone every so often just to make sure he hadn’t missed a text saying 007n7 had cold feet. He glanced up at the door when he saw it open, smiling to himself as C00lkidd ran towards his car with a smile that could rival the sun’s

“MISTER ELLIOT I'M READY FOR DINNER!” The kid squealed, jumping up and down as Elliot smiled and bent down, ruffling the hair on the kids head

“Good! Remember what I told you?” Elliot asked, smiling as the kid nodded

“Mhmm! Don’t break anything and don’t be mean no matter what!” C00lkidd crossed his arms, nodding to himself as Elliot snickered

“Yup! You got it!” Elliot smiled, opening the door so C00lkidd could crawl into the car seat Elliot had installed for him at some point

007n7 walked over, smiling but clearly nervous for the night ahead. His fingers were twitching as they rested at his side, years of relying on the C00lgUi still embedded into him whenever he felt too nervous. Elliot just grabbed 007n7’s hand, pausing the twitches for the time being as the ex-hacker took a deep breath and nodded

“Let’s get this over with.” 007n7 said, causing Elliot to chuckle

“Stop thinking of the worst case scenario Sev.” Elliot said, gently poking 007n7’s head which caused the man to huff softly, his face heating up

“I wasn’t…” 007n7 weakly protested, but a knowing look from Elliot was enough to cause him to shut him up with a nervous smile on his face

The drive there wasn’t actually that bad. C00lkidd explained his elaborate plan to get Mr. Builder and Mia to forgive him, while 007n7 either agreed with the ideas, or vetoed them. Elliot was able to chime in with some additional ideas, which caused C00lkidd to gasp and tug at his seatbelt with a grin on his face. It was peaceful, a quiet moment before the shit-show, as Elliot would call it

Elliot sighed as he pulled up to the driveway, parking the car and turning it off. Every movement felt like a step towards disaster, which only twisted the knot in his stomach further. 007n7 placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him as he left his door to go unbuckle C00lkidd, who had issues hitting the button to undo the seatbelt with his claws

Elliot stared at the house and took a deep breath, exiting the car himself. He knew he shouldn’t be nervous, logically his family wouldn’t care too much, or at least they shouldn’t, but fear still seized up his heart no matter how much assurance he had

The three made their way to the front door, C00lkidd happily skipping beside his dad as 007n7 tried to calm him down. Elliot shook his head softly with a smile and stared at the door in front of him

And with a deep breath, Elliot knocked on the door

Elliot grabbed onto 007n7’s hand as he heard his father walk to the door, Mia’s excited voice muffled through the walls, but still heard. Elliot waited with baited breath as his father opened the door, a smile on his face before he paused and looked to 007n7 and C00lkidd

“Hi dad, Mia. Meet my boyfriend and his son… again.” Elliot said, watching carefully to see if there was a negative reaction

Mia and his father both just paused in the doorway, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. They stared at 007n7 like he was an alien, all while the man himself kept a small smile as he waved at the two

“Hello Mr. Builder…” 007n7 spoke, causing the man to snap out of his shock as he scanned 007n7 up and down all over again

“… come inside.” Mr. Builder said, causing both Elliot and 007n7 to wince at his tone

Mia stared at the two as Mr. Builder walked back inside the house, leaving the small group by the door. She didn’t look pleased, in fact, she looked almost annoyed as she realized who 007n7 was. She huffed and trailed off after her dad, leaving both Elliot and 007n7 to groan softly

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007n7 sometimes wishes he didn’t destroy the watch that could summon his C00lgUi at a moments notice, because oh boy did he want to get out of this situation as fast as he could

He was sitting at a dining table beside Elliot, with Mr. Builder sitting on the other side of the two, eating his dinner like nothing was wrong. Both C00lkidd and Mia were sent outside to play in the yard, so it was just the three adults at the table

The silence was almost suffocating. It was like Mr. Builder wanted to drag out the atmosphere as long as he could, with his gaze switching from Elliot to 007n7 with no pattern to it. 007n7 was reminded to times with his cousin at moments like these, but he cast the thought away as Mr. Builder sighed

“How long?” He eventually asked, his voice rough, yet calm. Spoken like a man who had seen things no person should. 007n7 shivered at the sound of it

“Six months.” Elliot answered, squeezing 007n7’s hand that he had managed to latch onto under the table. Mr. Builder hummed and nodded, glancing over to 007n7 who straightened up instantly

“You’re treating him well?” Mr. Builder asked, causing Elliot to sputter

“Dad- really there’s no need for this-!” Elliot protested, but 007n7 just squeezed Elliot’s hand

“I’m trying my hardest to be the best for him, sir.” 007n7 said, silently cheering that he didn’t manage to stutter through that at all. Mr. Builder just stared at him and hummed before turning to Elliot

“And you’re happy?” He asked, causing Elliot to blink and slowly relax back into his chair

“Yeah. Really, really happy dad.” Elliot said, a smile creeping on his face as 007n7 gently bumped his shoulder into Elliot’s

Mr. Builder stayed silent, watching the two for a moment longer. For a second, Elliot thought he was done, figured that this was it and that his father would disown him or make him break it off with 007n7, but instead he just sighed and nodded

“I didn’t expect you to be giving me grandchildren yet, but well I am getting up there in age.” Mr. Builder spoke, a smile tugging at his lips as Elliot’s jaw dropped at his words

“Dad!” He huffed, his face red as Mr. Builder chuckled, the smile on his face growing more at Elliot’s embarrassment. 007n7’s eyes just went wide, before he snickered softly, causing Elliot to look at him with a betrayed expression

“I’m fine with it. I see how 007n7 has changed, and if you are happy Elliot, I understand.” Mr. Builder said, causing Elliot’s face to slowly turn back to its normal shade. Elliot nodded and smiled, looking over to 007n7 who looked halfway ready to collapse in relief

“DAAAAAAAD!” An ear piercing scream cut through the room, causing 007n7 to wince as his head whipped over to where the voice came from, only to blink when he saw C00lkidd and Mia holding hands, a giant grin in C00lkidd’s face as he bounced on his toes

“They have a play set!! Can we come here all the time?” C00lkidd asked, leaning into Mia who nodded, as if clarifying she agreed with this decision

“You don’t have a play place at your home?” Mr. Builder asked, causing 007n7’s face to burn red again

“I’ve never really had the time to set one up..” 007n7 said, guilt suddenly introducing itself again as it tugged on the knot in his stomach

“Ridiculous.” Mr. Builder huffed. “No grandchild of mine is going to go play-set-less. I will come over and set one up for you.”

Elliot and 007n7 both stared at Mr. Builder, shock clear on their faces. Mr. Builder looked at them and shrugged

“Maybe it’ll get him to stop burning down buildings.” He added on, causing Elliot to snort and 007n7 to bury his face in his free hand

“I have a grandpa now?” C00lkidd asked, stars practically shining in his eyes. Mr. Builder raised an eyebrow at 007n7, but turned to C00lkidd and nodded

“Yup. Which means you can come over as much as you want.” Mr. Builder said, smiling as C00lkidd cheered and jumped for joy while holding Mia’s hand, who looked over to C00lkidd, then to Elliot

“He’s okay I guess.” She said, which was about the closest to approval Elliot would ever get. He shot a thankful smile at his sister before looking back at 007n7

The man looked back at Elliot and smiled, a smile that Elliot would never get tired of no matter how many times he saw it

Elliot just sighed softly, glad everything worked out with minimal issues. And hey, C00lkidd got a play set out of it, so Elliot considers the dinner a win

Chapter Text

You stared at yourself in the water, a frown resting upon your lips as you stare. This isn’t an unusual sight, you’re often found here, watching as the water warps your perception of self

Maybe to try and imagine who you were before this game, one of your companions from the cabin says. Maybe to try and forget what you really look like, says another. Or maybe you just like the water, says the youngest one

The reality was a little different. The reality was, even before you came here you spent too much time looking in mirrors or reflective surfaces

You wouldn’t exactly call it an obsession—although you were sure others in your life would—it was more like… a healthy gaze at yourself. You tugged gently at your own body, frowning as the small waves warped your being in front of you, never giving you a clear grasp on what you truly looked like now that you hunted people for a living

You recall what some of the others look like and wonder if not knowing what you truly look like is is better than knowing

You jump as a hand lands on your shoulder, causing you to rip your gaze from the water towards the perpetrator. You relax as your eyes lock onto the plastic mask of Slasher, a familiar sight you had learned to enjoy during your time here

Your first encounter with the silent killer wasn’t exactly the best. Your sudden fear of being here combined with a creepy guy with a mask and a machete in his hand led to a… less than ideal first meeting. But somehow over time, that first meeting became a funny story you tell to those who could decipher your speech as the two of you got closer

Slasher was… a comforting presence. He didn’t speak much, and if he did it was in short bursts of few words that didn’t even sound like words, but that silence was comforting at times, especially since he was always silently observing, calculating

Some of the others called it creepy, you called it charming, Slasher seemed to prefer how you called it, given how he’d started to hover around you. One of the others—Noli if you remembered correctly—teased the two of you, saying it was like you were hanging onto each other when you weren’t ripped apart from each other because of the matches

So maybe your relationship wasn’t a surprise, maybe it was fated from the beginning, but no matter what, you know you couldn’t help but relax when you see him around

“Ki… ma?” He asked gently, his voice was rough as usual, but it sounded almost like music to your ears. You nod, already knowing what he’s asked, considering the two of you had played this song and dance before

“✅.” You respond, the emote appearing above your head. Your answer seems to satisfy him for a little, though not for long as he grabs your free hand and starts gently tugging you back towards the cabin

Curious as to what he wants, you follow him. Though it’s not like you have much of a choice, the man is awfully persistent when he wants to be. You knew if you really protested he wouldn’t force you, but it was nice to have someone to push you to do things you didn’t want to do sometimes

The two of you walk back into the main cabin; the sounds of your fellow killers reached your ears the second you entered that threshold. 1x1x1x1 was yelling at someone, likely Noli, while the kids screamed and ran around, with angry growls echoing across the room. It was slightly comforting, to hear somewhat familiar sounds in this place, even if it did come from a… strange cast of characters

Slasher kept guiding you down, walking towards the hallway that connected everyone’s rooms. You relaxed slightly as you realized he was likely just wanting to cuddle, that was fine, cuddle time sounded great after the bloodbath that was the last round

Maybe that’s why he found you so fast. Your last round hadn’t exactly been… easy. Spectre had decided to buff some of the slower survivors, which meant you had a bit of a harder time chasing after them

Maybe that’s why you looked in the sea more often than not. Despite all the exercise, your figure never changed, your body stayed the exact same way it had before. Maybe it was the Spectre causing you more distress, maybe it was your own body deciding to stay in this state, or maybe you were just destined to be like this

Slasher had known almost instantly how you felt about yourself. You didn’t know if he could just tell somehow, or if you were so obvious about it that the others just stayed silent about it. Regardless, if you knew Slasher—which you did—you knew how this was going to go

Slasher walked into his bedroom, letting you enter before closing the door gently behind you. The door didn’t have a lock, but neither of you really minded, it’s not like your situation was hidden from the others. Slasher gestured for you to lay on the bed as he started taking off his extra layers, shedding his jacket and mask as you followed what he said, sitting on the old creaky bed

You open your arms as Slasher walked over, now finally freed from anything he deemed unnecessary. He was left in his shirt and pants as you wrapped your arms around him, a soft pleased noice coming from his throat as he felt your warmth clearer than before. You smile at him before gasping softly as he wrapped his arms under your legs, hauling you up with seemingly no effort. Your face becomes beat red as he laughs at you, the quiet laugh causing you to smile more

“❓?” You ask, unsure why he has decided to do this. Slasher doesn’t respond, but he slowly lowers himself so that he’s sitting on the bed instead, with you sat in his lap

He looks at you, his eyes seeming to gaze at you right down to your core, before he leaned in close and pressed a small kiss to your lips. You smile more and return it gently, sighing softly through your nose as he slowly moved the two of you

Once you pull away, you find that Slasher had moved so you two are laying on the bed, with you resting against his chest. You look at him and find him smiling, a clear proud look on his face

“❌🫵⬇️?” You asked, a little concerned that Slasher would be uncomfortable. But he just shook his head and wrapped his arms around you, making sure you couldn’t move. You sigh as you give in, laying your head down properly on his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist, causing a happy noise to come from him

At this point, that last round had long since slipped past your mind. You could barely even remember why you were upset in the first place as you laid on top of Slasher, your thoughts running away from you as his hand ran up and down your back

You sighed happily and let sleep claim you, a soft smile on both of your faces