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You were playing Forsaken om your computer. You were getting absolutely folded as your main, since, for some reason, your teammates decided to ONLY play good when it was YOUR turn to be the killer. BS.

The round started. You sighed to yourself as you moved your mouse, trying to find a generator so you could get EXP and recieve your final milestone skin for the character you were playing as. Level 100... it was so far, yet so close.

You looked at the player list, not finding many... wait, why were all of your teammates dead? You could've sworn the round just started. The Last Man Standing theme began to play. You sighed, preparing yourself for the adrenaline rush, before.. your screen flashes. You shielded your eyes, thinking that your Roblox was acting up again. Random flashing lights wasn't unbeknownst to your low end computer.

However..

You suddenly heard a bunch of voices, and it was like the headphones from your ears had just vanished. You fell from your seat, finding yourself on a hardwood floor, despite not being privileged enough for your house to actually have that. You moved your arms away from your head, and.. looked for the fingers.

Wait.

Oh god, your fingers were gone! Frantically, you looked them over. The only thing there were blocky arms. Lacking fingers, lacking palms. You realized.. it looked familiar. A-are you.. your avatar? Your Roblox avatar? Maybe you just didn't take your meds.

You looked over the wooden planks. You were in the cabin of.. Forsaken. Yeah, it's alright. You definitely didn't take your meds.

Guest 1337: "...Elliot, we have another one. Fetch them some water, please."

You jumped upon hearing the voice, quickly looking over who said it. Guest 1337, in all his glory. Okay, maybe you took too MANY meds. Are you tripping?

Elliot: "Ah, jeez... comin' right up!"

A bunch of people were looking at you as the intermission clock ticked. It all felt so overwhelming. What will you do?