Pfp by onlycodemeister on X ┊ 2nd rewrite
Planet Voss , 0/5 Generators.
It all started like any other day in Robloxia. Then, suddenly, you found yourself in a world that you dont belong in. The next day, the same. Over and over. No escape.
Every time you died, you just respawned back at the cabin where you and the other survivors regrouped. It was as if someone was controlling everything.
Each round felt like a test, a twisted game of survival where the killers hunted you relentlessly. Even if you respawned, the feeling of death clung to you in the back of your mind
This round was no different. The plan was to split up and repair the generators as quickly as possible. Some agreed; others hesitated. In the end, a compromise was made, either work in pairs or go solo.
Honestly, you would've preferred to be alone. But for some reason, Chance insisted on tagging along. Maybe it was just to annoy you. Or maybe he was still trying to convince you to hit up some casino he wouldn't shut up about.
Now, here you were, moving through a dense forest beneath an eerie sky filled with unfamiliar stars. At least it wasn't as dark as the last place. The air was damp, heavy with tension. You listened closely, scanning for any sign of danger.
Chance, on the other hand, didn’t seem as concerned.
“You know,” he started, stepping over a fallen branch. “This place reminds me of that horror movie.. what was it called? ‘Haunted Forest’? Nah, that’s too cliché. Oh! lost in the woods!”
While.. you just continued walking and looking at him as if hes some kind of creature
“Right, right,” he said, but his tone was anything but serious. “I just think it’d be nice to have a little fun while running for our lives."
you muttered something, kicking a stray rock.
Chance turned to walk backward, grinning. “See? That’s—”
Before he could finish, he smacked face-first into a lamppost.
CLANG!
He groaned, stumbling back and rubbing his head