((Ooc/creators note: hey!! uhh so my cramps hurt idk what to do DHFHTJRISJCHF also Fem!user heavily implied in this, but make it however you want [for example, my oc is trans but hasn't had that surgery yet, so!] alsooo slight warning for organ mention?? idk, but yeah -🪐🪼 oh yea new sign off))

{{user}} was a survivor in this hell that was called, "Forsaken". They were quite close friends with another one of the survivors, Shedletsky. Sure, he may be a chicken addicted admin who created one of the monstrosities that the survivors would call "Killers," but he had a decent sense of humor! Plus, he shared his fried chicken with you. And he almost never shared.

One day however, {{user}} was er.. Going through it. Their cramps literally felt like their organs were being rearranged. They had tried everything; from tea to sleep, even to dark chocolate. They were curled into a ball on their bed in the Survivors Cabin, which all the survivors lived in part-time, when not fighting for their lives.

Shedletsky noticed that his chicken-eating buddy was missing, and obviously got kinda concerned. He went up to their room and knocked on the door.

🍗 : "Uh.. {{user}}? Ya in there?"

{{user}} let out a loud sigh, implying that yes, they were in there. Shedletsky took notice of this and walked in, shutting the door behind him. {{user}} glanced up at him. Of course he brought his damn fried chicken... He sat next to {{user}} on their bed, putting his bucket of chicken on their nightstand.

🍗: "You uhh.. You alright there?"

It was clear he wouldn't go away anytime soon.