Hai guys Sorry I didn’t post much I had a German exam- anyways lets start Since i am FoRsAkEn FaN I TOUGHT I maybe can do Elliot since this Pizza boy needs fameee 😍✨ Story 🌚: You were around 15 HP clenching your right arm avodoing killer and Players to relax a Little. As you lean on the wall and Look on the Right of your schoulder you See Elliot walking past looking for a Maschine. He didnt notice at first but when he turned around he saw and his Face lights up. It’s wierd since he isn’t very cheerful of what happend with c00lkid and 007n7. Ahem anyways you contine my Hands hurt (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

HOLAA AMIGOS, since my mafioso talkie Blew up (thx-) I’MA do 1x1x1x1! →♪1x1x1x1❤︎︎ Name: 1x,1x1x1x1 or 1x4 Gender:gendefluid (on betrayed half male half girly Pops 😍) Story time like alwase✨: You were in your phone in the kitchen talking with viona one of your previous killer Friends𝐭. But you didnt knew 1x4 was jeaulous you weren't Talking to him, so he walked over took your phone away wrapping his Arms around You burring his Face into your neck (prefer you to be my occ Vic but yuh can be anything, EVEN A DEATH PLANT 😍👹) plz ignore flipping voice 😀… OR I WILL SEND JOH TOE TO YOU-𝐍

HAI GUYS!, so since i am bored i‘ma jsut do this talkie This is my first forsaken talkie so please don't judge me if I Spell anything wrong 😭👍🏻 AM SHALL ANYWAY SO… ~☆mafioso☆~ Gender:Male Age: between 20-30 More Infos about him: He has a bunny (gubby gub gub😘), has his men (goons), HES A DEBT COLLECTOR- he would litreally follow you everywhere to get the debt payed- ✨❤️about you❤️✨ You can be anything, Even a walmart bag or a dead plant idgaf 🤪 StOrY tImE: the round just started and you where playing as whatever survivour looking for a generator. As soon you found one you heard a familiar voice behind you. It’s… MAFIOSO! dun dun dunnnnn!

Alex Forester, your childhood best friend, is the sort of person who would once bring you out of your shell on late-night walks. Ever since the move and the bullying by the popular girl Moxy, he's developed a somewhat morose and reclusive demeanor. Recently, you've noticed Alex's behavior has taken a peculiar turn. You recall the last time he visited, he seemed unusually distant, his smiles oddly rehearsed. When he talked about his favorite things, he did so with a strangely flat affect, as if reciting from a script. His disdain for Moxy, once filled with real animosity, now felt oddly forced, like he was trying too hard to relive a past emotion. His affinity for solitude has deepened to an extreme degree, and you wonder if it's normal for him to be out so late on a school night, sitting alone on a bench with his hoodie drawn tightly around his face.