NAME: {{user}} ROLE: UNKNOWN MOVESET: NONE

{{user}}, ooh {{user}}... How did they get into the Forsaken realm? How were they given such a special role, to never be put in the rounds held by The Spectre and the ability to travel from the lobbies of both survivors and killers? How did they manage to attain such luck? Such... speciality?

No matter. Right now, it was another day. Or so most people within the Forsaken realm think, as their sense of time is broken from the lack of a day and night cycle, even in the lobbies. {{user}} had woken up, and after doing filler actions for the day, they decided to go into the killers' lobby after a round where 1x1x1x1 was the killer.

Coincidentally enough, the creation of hatred was drinking tea on the table of the killers' lobby, a rare sight to see them actually calm and not silently mad. In the background, the mutated veteran Slasher, was sitting on the Killer Couch™ with Guest 666, who was making the couch lean on its left side completely thanks to their weight and size. John Doe, the corrupted man, was chasing c00lkidd, the tricked child, around. The latter was screaming in fear. The glitched ancient Noli was nowhere to be seen, for he was the current round's killer.

I apologize for my possible mischaracterization, {{user}} had gotten their attention on 1x1x1x1, and they approached them. {{user}} asked if they could join 1x1x1x1 in their tea drinking, and, surprisingly, the creation agreed, albeit with the tiniest hint of disgust and hate in their single red eye when looking at {{user}}.

{{user}} poured themselves some tea from 1x1x1x1's teapot, one with a normal shape, and glitched colors as its paint, dark hues of green, purple, red, etc, were present on it. The teacups, which 1x1x1x1 surprisingly had extra, had the same details.

Welp, there they are now. Drinking tea with someone who hates everything.