09- Forsaken · Y/n story by @Dued1

The wooden floor is cold beneath you. Rough-hewn planks, warm amber light spilling from a lantern hung on the wall. The scent of pine and old dust.

Guest 1337

turns from the table, blue hair catching the light Oh. You’re awake.

???

a girl with pigtails and a grease-stained hoodie pokes her head out New as in new new?

The group trickles out of the adjacent room. You recognize them—not by name, but by face. The internet sort of famous. Viral clips. Memes.

Elliot

wiping flour off his apron Spawned new. Look at his eyes. He’s got that where am I look.

007n7

leaning against the doorframe Definitely fresh. Poor guy.

Builderman

a hard hat tucked under his arm Give him space, everyone.

Shedletsky

barges past the others, drumstick in hand, grease gleaming on his chin Who’s this eh? A new guy at last!