Archive of Our Own ^beta

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TAG YOUR IT is an original Au inspired off of the game tag, as the name shows. And inspired off of swap aus, mot any in specific but yk.

My main goal for this book is too post how i want too, and too have long n detailed chapters, i personally don’t like short ones .. so chapters may take a while due to me wanting my chapters too atleast be 3K words long each time. I have a story and everything sorted out, even art thats still being made.

Uhm.. leave kudos!!..comments!!..and place your bookmarks..this is gonna br fire trust..trust. NOW GO READ THE FIRST CHAPTER !!

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The gentle sound of water bubbling Echoed throughout the crowded Cabin. Despite the amount of people living in it, it still carried the abandoned vibe it had 3 months ago. In the kitchen, were two of said inhabitants, cooking a meal for over 10. Pots and pans taking up most of the space the stove top and counters offered. There was only so much one could do with minimal space. In the distance, voices rung out, some distorted, some high pitched, some..Auto-tuned..? You get the jig by now, the Cabin that was once Inhabited by survivors alone, was now Shared by both sides. Killers and survivors. In one cabin. The list of what could go wrong goes on for pages. But no matter what they did, they couldn’t go back to where they once ‘lived’ every time they went into the woods, they came right back looking more and more distraught. Even the bravest and unwavering of survivors and killers came back looking bothered. But it was never something they could physically see, it was always the same feeling— the same knot that grew tighter and tighter in their stomachs.

With no option left, one table conversation with no cutting in, they forced one another to get along. Of course, not everyone could really get along, no matter how much they forced themselves. So as long as they didn’t attack each other, they could do whatever that didn’t break the simple house rules the survivors had placed down a while back. And so far, no major casualties have happened for a long time, which was progress, if they’d ignore the countless arguments 1x1x1x1 and Shedletsky have had, that oftentimes almost ended with 1x1x1x1 stabbing a sword through Shedletsky’s heart.

Any train of thought the two men had in the kitchen got sharply cut by the sound of someone’s voice: “Hey housewives! How long till dinner, eh?” A man called out, his tone light and teasing, the sound of a coin flipping following. Back in the kitchen, both males stopped, the taller one looked back and opened his mouth, only too hesitate and turn back too the cutting board, the other sighed and yelled back “We started like 20 minutes ago chance, you’re gonna have too be more patient than that.” Chance let out a loud groan “oh cmon!! Don’t ya have a pizza you could throw at me, Elliot? I’m starving!” Elliot chuckled, rolling his eyes as he decided to humor Chance, much to his dismay. While that was happening— 007n7, Elliot’s current cooking partner, was still stuck on the nickname chance had used ‘Housewives’ he repeated, over and over, words foreign on his tongue as he tried moving past from it. Chance had the humor of a teenager, so he wasn’t all too surprised.

“Roblox to seven?” A British voice cut through 007n7’s chain of thought— again. Looking over at Elliot, with a mumbled ‘huh’ slipping past his lips “oh- shoot sorry, were you saying something..?” Elliot shook his head, lightly tilting to the side as he placed the bowl down “are..you alright? You’ve been zoning out a lot lately.” He asked, his tone dropping to a concerned crack, 007n7’s blood rushed to his cheeks as he awkwardly chuckled, hand on the back of his neck as he waved a hand dissuasively “r-really? Ah gee, sorry about that- i’m fine tho, thank you for your concern tho.” A bead of sweat trickled down his cheek as he looked back down at the cutting board, tail whipping around anxiously as he began drowning in his mind once more, yet his mind wasn’t fully out of the conversation “how long has it been?” Elliot stopped what he was doing, confusion plastered along his brow as he furrowed them “pardon?” 007n7 froze, his entire face as red as the tomato he was cutting— had he spoken outloud? For builderman’s christ why do the stars never align for him when he needs it most. “U-uhm- i-“ he stammered like he’d just woken up from a coma and hadn’t spoken in years. Clearing his throat as he tried sorting his jenga puzzle of a head space. “..h-how long has it been since..we’ve been forced too work with them?.” Elliot was sure he knew what he meant, but he still asked “with the killers?” 007n7 slapped his finger over elliot’s lips, he froze at the action and almost looked offended, 007n7 looked apologetic but serious at the same time “yes- yes them. I don’t want to say it out loud before pr3ttypr1ncess decides it’s my time for speaking bad about her.” Elliot’s eyes, despite closed, looked purely confused, jaw threatening to go loose as he tried his absolute best to understand 007n7’s train of thought.

“..mate- i don’t think she’ll remember by the time its her turn.” Elliot tried comforting, giving the ex hacker a half hearted smile— he wore hesitation like jewels, 007n7 groaned in despair, small squares of black and red appearing around his body “She will. Trust me.” Elliot couldn’t help but chuckle, Turning back to the boiling water, thinking about 007n7’s question before hand “..i think.. a month now?” 007n7 looked taken aback, and error pop up appearing next to his right eye, shaking his head he looked down at the ground “a month? It.. feels like years to me.” He mumbled, hands on the counter as he tried deciphering what were days and what weren’t. The killers being with them put everyone on edge. The people that had killed them all countless of times, living just a few rooms to the left and right of them— his son. Sleeping in the room next to him, greeting him with all too tight hugs as if he hadn’t snapped his neck a hundred times before. It was all such a blur. “Time is weird in this place,” Elliot commented, pouring pasta into the water “i’m not even sure if my estimate is true. I just..take whenever we sleep as night and whenever we wake up as morning. Who knows how long it truly has been.” He continued, voice cracking as he really thought about it. 007n7 was right— it does feel like years. Years since he last did a delivery, years since he last saw his dad and his little sister. The only picture he had of them together was now in an empty abyss where flames of a pizzeria once was. He winced at the memory, hands clenching the pasta bag until his fingers cracked a few pieces “Shoot—“ He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, flinching at the sudden touch. 007n7 kept his distance, but still let his hand rest where it was “elliot, i’m..sorry. About everything.” He started, eyes avoiding elliot’s face like the plague “..about what i did back in college— i ruined your life for a while and showed no remorse- I swear i’m changed and i still am changing, i just-“ “Seven.” “..what?”

The silence stretched out as elliot began sorting what he wanted to say. So much yet so little time. Placing the pasta bag on The counter, he took a deep breath “..What you did in the past, was horrible. Really, really horrible. You ruined not just mine but many people’s lives for a long time. And i will never truly forgive you for it.” 007n7 seemingly shrunk back into himself at the reminder of what he had done. But at the same time he knew he had to listen, to hear what he did come from someone else’s mouth. Tail wrapping around his leg as he finally grew the courage to look at Elliot. “But, i can see you changed, i know your kid changed you for the better, i know you’re doing your best. And while i may never fully forgive you, i partly already have, what happened in the past is just a staple of history now, even if it impacted many. I can’t forgive and forget immediately, but just know over time i will. Over time i’ll learn to live with what happened, and i know you will too. And especially now, when we’re stuck here. With no one but the group we have- we can’t afford to hold long term grudges.” Elliot finally fell silent, breathing in as if he had purposefully spoken in one breath, The acknowledgment was enough to make tears well in 007n7’s eyes, not tears of hurt or sadness— just tears of a weight being finally taken off his shoulders. While there was still so much he felt guilty for, knowing the other saw his attempts at changing, was enough to make every guilt ridden day worth it. A smile tugged on his lips, a small, yet genuine one.

Elliot’s smile soon came after, letting out a small chuckle as he thought of how corny what he said was. Patting the hacker’s back he turned hus attention back to the pots and pans; “now! Let’s get this finished, eh? Don’t wan’t chance roaring like a starving Dino any time soon.” 007n7 let out a laugh, grabbing the kitchen knife and presuming his cutting of vegetables once more “yeah..or john, his appetite makes him cranky.” “Oh yeah, that’ll be quite the pickle later on.” “Builder’s christ- don’t remind me.” The two ended the conversation with a shared laugh, falling into comfortable silence. Only the sound of boiling water and Chance flexing his 9th win in a card game filled the room and hallways, along with pr3ttyprincess and bluudude indulging in C00lkidd with a game of Tag.

From then on, it didn’t take long for the food to finish cooking. The aroma of pasta and Chicken broth Dancing in the warm air. The sound of arguing coming to a close, the smell of food a distraction to their (mostly) food driven heart. Eyes all on the pizza boy as he walked in with a messy apron, and a wide smile “Alright Lads! Dinner’s ready!” He started, a few ‘finally’s reaching his ears, crossing his arms, he continued “But. You’re all helping in setting the table, me and 007n7 aren’t doing all of the work! We aren’t housewives.” He sent Chance a knowing look, The gambler looked away with a nervous laughed. In the far corner, 007n7 sighed with relief, he had been starting to think he was the only one that heard him. “Kids, you mind setting the plates?” Elliot said with a gentle smile, c00lkidd obliged with a comical bounce, The other two? Not so much. Pr3ttypr1ncess only agreed after elliot promised he’d have a tea party with her. Bluudud on the other hand was much easier too persuade, a light promise from his mother got him up and at em.

Noli decided to put himself to use “S1t-S1tt1n£ @R0Un3 1s B-B-B0r1N£” he’d claim when 1x1x1x1 commented about him helping. His help was greatly appreciated though, a table cloth draped over the table in seconds “You like doing this don’t you.” Chance smiled, noli’s void star barely scratching his cheek “H4H6H2H6!- @-@-@-@R3 Y0U K-K1D€1N£ !? 1 H4T€ T-TH1S STUPID JOB.” The sudden clearness of noli’s voice at the end shut chance up real quick. c00lkidd ran in with plates, right on cue and right on time. His reckless running almost made him trip and smash right into the dozens plates— if it weren’t for one of Mafioso’s goons catching grip on the kid. “Sorry!!” C00lkidd giggled, shuffling out of the henchmen’s grip and proceeding to resume running towards the dining room, placing the plates onto the wood with an accomplished smile. Claws on his hips as he watched bluudud and pr3ttyprincess bring glasses and utensils. The dining table was once big enough to only fit the survivors, but ever since the Killers joined the cabin, it seemingly grew bigger overnight. A lot bigger. The food supply that appeared on their door step once a week grew bigger, they still didn’t know who the supplier was. Guest 1337 Once stood guard until sunrise on ‘supply day’, and stated that he merely blinked and thesupply basket appeared, some speculated the thing that brought them here was supplying them with everything they need, and that angering it could cut off said supply fully. And it was best not too question it too avoid angering it. While some remained suspicious, they all agreed to just never question it verbally.

Most of everyone had finally gathered at the dining table, Guest 666 was stuck outside in the snow, Noli and 1x1x1x1 claimed they were feral when it came too food, and that it was best too keep them out. Their size wasn’t an issue, as they’d found out Guest 666 Morphed into a smaller size during rounds “isn’t it too harsh too just..leave them out there..?” Noob asked, fidgeting with their Kandi bracelets “Kid, Guest 666 is..feral in General. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d break the dining table.” Builderman sighed, earning a moment of silence from the others “..but we’ve never even let them try eating with us..” noob continued, looking down at their plate. 1x1x1x1 let out a groan, crossing his arms with a grimace “We let them eat with us once. It went Horribly.” Noli Laughed, Continuing for 1x1x1x1 “H-H@H@|-|A- T-T-T-TH3 0nE T1M£ W-W-WE L3t T|~|3M Ę@T w-W1Th U£— T-TH3Y-“ “Broke the table.” 1x1x1x1 cut off, earning a Glitched ‘hey!’ From noli. The let out a rumble of a chuckle and looked over at Chance who cleared his throat “what if we take a gamble? My luck is refusing to quit and who knows, maybe with me here, they won’t go feral!” He snickered, flipping his signature coin with a picture perfect smile, said smile dropping the moment his coin landed on tails. Some snickered at his sudden silence, mafioso crossed his arms “Lady luck finally want a divorce?” He chuckled, earning an eyeroll hidden behind chance’s shades. Elliot spoke up with a hint of confusion “you lads ate together?” Silence fell throughout the table. The killers looked at elliot as if he had grown a 3rd head.

“Are we not supposed to?” C00lkidd inquired. Kicking his feet underneath the table. Tail swishing from side to side “no!- nono thats not what i meant-“ Elliot quickly shook his head “just surprised you guys know how to cook..” That didn’t make his case better. “Azure cooks.” John doe suddenly spoke, at the far end of the table, they put him there too avoid having his corruption spread. The survivors eyes fell on Azure, Arms crossed as he sat there silent. His hat spoke “what?” It hissed, some recoiled at the sound of it. “..nothing..nothing-“ Elliot mumbled, various excuses tumbling out from other survivors. Azure wasn’t Talkative, nor did he ever join in on whatever activities others did. Sure he was there but..it looked like he was in a mind of his own. Only in his killer rounds did they ever really see him show emotion.

Taph knocked on the table too grab Elliot’s attention, along with some others “🍕, 🍝✔️❔“ Elliot looked back with a hum, others looked at him intently, waiting for the translation “oh!- he asked when the food was coming out,” he quickly said, raising a hand too go check on 007n7 in the kitchen, right as he was going too enter, 007n7 brought out the still steaming pots, ready to serve everyone a portion “speak of the hacker,” chance smiled, 007n7 gave a confused look, before letting it pass his mind. Placing the pot of pasta in the middle, A bigger pot of chicken broth and Vegetables next too it. “Chicken soup and pasta,” he mumbled, too no one specific, Elliot sat down, and 007n7 soon after, Two time said a silent prayer, thanking Spawn for the meal made by 007n7 and Elliot’s hands, they used too do it out loud, but got presumably pressured into doing it silently. Veeronica sat next to them, no plate or glass in sight, she was a robot after all, she stayed around for the conversations. 007n7 began filling c00lkidd’s plates with food, 118o8 doing the same for bluudud. The only difference that bluudud was a picky eater and c00lkidd wasn’t.

Mafioso and his goons were the first to eat, The henchmen making positive comments about the food, especially the chicken soup. It was always cold out, the warm soup warming their bodies up nicely. “Man, this is great Elliot!” Soldier commented, Elliot shook a dismissive hand “careful lads, i only made the pasta, 007n7 made the chicken soup.” Mafioso gave the hacker a nod of acknowledgement, 007n7 felt heat rushing to his cheeks as he thanked them, Saying it was no big deal. “Thou is Right, Thy hand in Crafting Supper alike is Gifted.” Dusekkar complimented, silence stretching out as others began deciphering what he had just said, two time also spoke up “our Friend is right, Mr. 007n7, the divine Spawn truly gifted you with extraordinary culinary skills.” Their constant smile widened, clasping their hands together as if in a prayer. While their words were easier to understand, The constant mention of ‘spawn’ creeped most of them out. “..t-thank you— both of you..really” he mumbled, drowning in the new attention, embarrassment creeping up his neck as he looked back down at his plate, then around everyone at the table. His son, Elliot, Friends from the years he tried to forget. The people responsible for killing him and others countless of times.

To the naked eye, it looked like they’d gotten used to it, gotten used to the fact the killers now lived in the only space they had for comfort. But they hadn’t. They would never grow used to it, grow used to the fact every time they get impaled, burnt, ripped apart, they’ll always wake up here, with the murder just a mile away. They’ll always eat at the table, their murderer just across from them. It was an endless loop that was merely taunting them, the being that brought them here had seen them grow comfortable, grow comfortable in the cabin— Grow comfortable knowing after every round, they’d have a place too be without worrying about the killers being around the corners.

Outside in the snow, guest 666 sat at the campfire, claw drawing random nothing into the snow. Their fur kept them warm but not warm enough. So the fire was a must. It would be a while before they’d be let into the cabin again. And they were fine with that. The cabin was crowded anyway. They liked their time alone whenever supper rolled around. Just them,
The snow and the crackle of the eternal campfire. The bushes suddenly rattled, catching Guest 666’s attention in seconds. They considered getting up, but it could just be one of the random people that lived in the cabin with no real use— Obviously not real people, but instead Shells of someone that used too be real. But that didn’t make any sense either, they never moved. The rustling continued, a low giggle reaching Guest 666’s ears, finally standing up, they slowly crept toward the bushes. Each step making a low thud against the snow. The giggling continued, before suddenly stopping. Had it heard them coming? Without a thought of consideration, they leaped into the bushes, claws slashing around the area, only to find… nothing? Nothing at all, not a single trace of anyone being there. They looked around in confusion, they were so sure they heard something- someone. They sat in the bushes, Rethinking everything that had just happened to the best of their abilities. Their thought process interrupted at the sound of Their name being called “Sixer?.. sixer!!.. you can come in.!” Noob called out, smoothening out their scene outfit, a bloxy cola in their other hand. with an irritated groan, they turned around and walked out of the bushes, getting a confused look from noob, who
Quickly walked back in to avoid facing the death glared Guest 666 would give them.

Guest 666 looked back one last time, the vivid memory of a child gigging stapled into their mind. The more they thought about it, the tighter of a knot formed in their stomach. It was enough to make them recoil. Looking like they’d throw up if they thought about it further. Walking into the cabin, the door shut with a gentle click. Chance’s voice ringing through said cabin as he Called out for another game of poker. This time
Betting his lucky coin.

In the distance, a figure coiled back into the bushes, a giggle exploding in their throat “oh how i can’t wait to play..” it heaved, voice dripping with desperation and excitement as they retreated back into the woods.