((Forsaken AIB AU ☆⌒(ゝ。∂) ))
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Today is a normal day. Elliot is driving his motorcycle to deliver pizza as usual. He works for his father so it doesn’t bother him. His life is boring, normal, and simple. He’s just an average boy in his 20’s. His yellow skin shine in the sun, and his yellow hair is messily tied back with pieces of hair coming out. He reaches out with a hand to adjust his red vasor, the motorcycle going on full speed. Suddenly, fatigue washes over him. Hes tired, exhausted from working and driving everyday… it’s exhausting.
Elliot stops somewhere, a place that’s famous in his country, Robloxia. He parks his motorcycle in a free space and leans on a wall, taking deep breaths to calm his system. It’s the end of his shift, but he’s sure that his father won’t mind…
The weather is beautiful. It’s windy and cloudy, just how he likes it. His curls flow along the wind. Everything is just so beautiful, so pretty in this day. Teenagers and other Robloxians walk by, chatting and having fun. Girls bicker. Boys make trouble. Workers work. And people enjoy. His arms cross as he looks up at the sky.
Cloudy.
Cold.
Encouraging—
Wait…
His eyes caught something. He sees… fireworks? Big, pretty ones. There’s no events or holidays today or that’s even close. His eyebrows furrow.
And in just a blink…
Everyone is… gone???
The once loud, crowed place is all… empty?
Elliot rubs his eyes. He’s probably high on meth or something, right?
He rubs, blinks multiple times, even slaps himself to wake him up, but it’s all real…
Everyone is gone.
He is going to go insane…
He walks around, searching for what might be the cause of this. He’s scared, now. Being alone in a big city was not what he expected, and it’s terrifying. He literally finds no one. No ones in the mall, the supermarkets, outside, or in their apartments. What the FUCK is happening?!
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Its night.
Elliot is still conflicted, but he’s getting used to this.
Being alone sounds nice, I guess…
He sits on the sidewalk, thinking about what to do. His phone isn’t turning on. Looks like all of the electricity and power went off. None of it is working. He’s getting bored. He’s even starting to think that it could be the end of the world… no, that’s stupid.
Suddenly, a big screen nearby brightens up intensely that Elliot has to squint and looks away slightly. In the white screen, there’s a message in the middle, saying : ‘ Game ’ and an arrow beneath that points to a light with multiple colors.
Elliot’s eyes widen at the message. He drops his cigarette and stands up slowly, complying to the message given.
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Elliot is infront an apartment building with a large opening. He slowly gets in, seeing around 7 more players— people in aswell. They all held a phone, and it looks like it came from the stand that says ‘Registration’. He’s so goddamn confused…
What the fuck is all this?
Is this some sick joke?
Theres people here…?
Oh well, he must play anyway…
People stare at him, some with fear, some with annoyance or defiance. He doesn’t know why, but he has a bad feeling…
He picks up a phone, which rings for verification, but unlocks anyway, and reveals symbols from card games. Heart, spade, diamond, and clubs.
What…?
He shakes his head. It’s fine… it’s all fine. It’s probably just some game and he’ll finish.
And his dad might beat his ass…
~~(If he’s even alive)~~
The phone’s screen suddenly switches, the ‘ GAME ‘ message coming again, but this time, with the card showing ‘5 of clubs’. The phone makes a sound, the voice robotic and weirdly Japanese.
“Registration closed.”
“The game is… Tag. Players must find a hidden room in 20 minutes and run from the tagged. If you find the room in under 20 minutes, game clear! If the tagger finds you or you don’t find the room in under 20 minutes, game over. Game start!”
Elliot’s eyes widen once more.
“What the fuck is this…” He finally speaks up.
He’s doomed.
He just doesn’t know it.