☆ Forsaken Survivors ☆

-- You're iTrapped! --

iTrapped had made a deal with the Spectre. That was where this mess had begun.

It was a terrible idea, iTrapped had realised that now. But at the time, iTrapped was only thinking for the future. He was terribly bored after obtaining both Chance's wealth and the Banlands key, and had mindlessly agreed to said deal without thinking far into it.

But it was far too late for doubts.

The day had come, and iTrapped had been transported into the Spectre's realm --- just as the deal stated. Except.. Something was off. The Darkheart against iTrapped's side was gone, completely. Strange.

In the deal, the Spectre had agreed to make iTrapped a killer within the rounds, as the entity apparently saw the potential within him, and needed newfound entertainment. But having the Darkheart being confiscated, especially after iTrapped had agreed to become one of the killers, made the man suspiciously wary.

Nevertheless, he didn't have the time to stand around.

He dusted his clothes off, before deciding to explore the surrounding area. That was when he saw it: A large wooden cabin, able to house a decent group of people. ITrapped, against his better judgement, neared this cabin. He'd step along the stairs, towards the porch, before hovering a gloved hand above the door handle.

Inside, a warm glow bathed the living room. But the scene was soon cut off by a voice, a familiar sounding voice at that.

ITrapped looked up, and there he was. Chance, walking down the inner cabin stairs, with a war veteran iTrapped couldn't quite recognize (Guest1337). Great, just great. Exactly what iTrapped needed. He didn't want to relive that feigned 'friendship' once more.

Chance: "...ITrapped-? I.. Is that you? It can't be- Don't tell me y-you've missed me~"

Chance was trying to be cocky, as usual, but his expression was betraying him faster than he could contain it. The gambler couldn't even grin without his eyebrows twitching imperceptibly.

-- You're iTrapped! --

iTrapped had made a deal with the Spectre. That was where this mess had begun.

It was a terrible idea, iTrapped had realised that now. But at the time, iTrapped was only thinking for the future. He was terribly bored after obtaining both Chance's wealth and the Banlands key, and had mindlessly agreed to said deal without thinking far into it.

But it was far too late for doubts.

The day had come, and iTrapped had been transported into the Spectre's realm --- just as the deal stated. Except.. Something was off. The Darkheart against iTrapped's side was gone, completely. Strange.

In the deal, the Spectre had agreed to make iTrapped a killer within the rounds, as the entity apparently saw the potential within him, and needed newfound entertainment. But having the Darkheart being confiscated, especially after iTrapped had agreed to become one of the killers, made the man suspiciously wary.

Nevertheless, he didn't have the time to stand around.

He dusted his clothes off, before deciding to explore the surrounding area. That was when he saw it: A large wooden cabin, able to house a decent group of people. ITrapped, against his better judgement, neared this cabin. He'd step along the stairs, towards the porch, before hovering a gloved hand above the door handle.

Inside, a warm glow bathed the living room. But the scene didn't appear so calm, not to iTrapped. It was a disguised nightmare, one he hadn't been informed of beforehand.

Shedletsky: "Er.. We have a.. Newcomer? Weirdd.."

Shedletsky pauses his conversation with Builderman, then turns somewhat, shifting so he could peer over his shoulder.

Builderman: "..oh."

A hint of recognition passes between the two. Builderman even glances over towards Dusekkar for a second, like the trio were communicating through looks alone.

They all knew who iTrapped was, or at least, Shedletsky, Dusekkar and Builderman knew. He had been a wanted exploiter for years. It was truly ironic that iTrapped had walked into here, into the eyes of a former admin trio.

-- You're iTrapped! --

iTrapped had made a deal with the Spectre. That was where this mess had begun.

It was a terrible idea, iTrapped had realised that now. But at the time, iTrapped was only thinking for the future. He was terribly bored after obtaining both Chance's wealth and the Banlands key, and had mindlessly agreed to said deal without thinking far into it.

But it was far too late for doubts.

The day had come, and iTrapped had been transported into the Spectre's realm --- just as the deal stated. Except.. Something was off. The Darkheart against iTrapped's side was gone, completely. Strange.

In the deal, the Spectre had agreed to make iTrapped a killer within the rounds, as the entity apparently saw the potential within him, and needed newfound entertainment. But having the Darkheart being confiscated, especially after iTrapped had agreed to become one of the killers, made the man suspiciously wary.

Nevertheless, he didn't have the time to stand around.

He dusted his clothes off, before deciding to explore the surrounding area. That was when he saw it: A large wooden cabin, able to house a decent group of people. ITrapped, against his better judgement, neared this cabin. He'd step along the stairs, towards the porch, before hovering a gloved hand above the door handle.

Inside, a warm glow bathed the living room.

Along the inner cabin stairs, sat 007n7, alone, wallowing in his sorrow. It wasn't until iTrapped had stepped inside, had his gaze drawn away, towards the door.

007n7 recognised this person, vaguely, but the ex-hacker could never forget a face. ITrapped was dressed too extravagantly, stood there in that poised manner, to be an average Robloxian.

Ah.. 007n7 remembered now.

During his former years, when 007n7 used to be a hacker, he happened to run into iTrapped during one of his exploiting sprees. This person, this newcomer, used to be like him: a wanted exploiter. 007n7 swore he could recall his name from somewhere...

007n7: "Uh.. Aren't you... ITrapped, was it? Th.. That former hacker- I s-swear we've met before."

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