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This is my first time using ao3 so please tell me if i do anything wrong
After a exhausthing round with 1x1x1x1, the gang finally can relax. And then all of the sudden- HOLY SHIT A BOX FULL OFF PHONES JUST LANDED ON TWO TIME AND THEY FUCKING DIED oh wait nvm they entered their second life
"What the fuck was that" Two Time says in weak voice bc zlawg literally just grew wings. Guest walks toward the box and then saw a notes inside. "This thing says that these phones is for us, but we can't contact anyone outside of this place" "How the fuck did the phones did not crack it literally just fall out of nowhere" Shedletsky says while taking one of the phone. He then turn the phone on and- "WHat the fuck??? the wallpaper is a picture of two men kissing who's phone this is??" Shedletsky spoke with his face that went like "😨"
"Wait does that mean these phones belongs to people out there?" Chance asked while scratching his butt. "Seems like it. anyway, we should probably take it" Guest says. And then they all took 1 phone for themselves and shit.
Two Time tried to open youtube and search skibidi toilet on it and thankfully it worked. "OMS THERE'S A NEW SKIBIDI TOILET EPISODES I CAN GET BRAIN ROTTED AGAIN!" the cultist said. Everyone is concerned about them but they shut their mouth because they don't want Two time to take 1x1x1x1 advice.
After that incident, everyone spend their time with their phones since they lack of entertainment in this hell hole. Elliot in their rooms checking apps and then he found a some short of chatting app. He open it and the app looks like a discord rip off that you can only download it in some weird website and you can only access it if you use VPN to India and oh there's Chance, 007n7- yeah everyone's contact messages is in there. Elliot have an bazinga idea! He will fucking regret it so bad.
On the other side...
1x1x1x1 throwing tantrums because of the last round. Probably because their aim is fucking sucks and barely hit any survivors. And his own creator, that military guest, and a gambler gooner keeps stunning them. "Calm down bitch you're literally gonna make my place looks like c00lkid's" John doe spoke with tired tone because of 1x1x1x1 bullshit. C00lkid gasp dramatically "HEY WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY PLAYGROUND?? IT'S ONLY A FEW MESS I'LL CLEAN IT LATER!" "I don't think having a giant big blob in a slide is 'a few mess'."
Jason sat in the couch while shed a tear watching the other two started to argue. And then suddenly HOLY FUCKING SHIT A BOX FALL FROM NOWHERE AND IT HIT 1X1X1X1 but hey atleast they stopped yapping. And the room finally went silent.
"What the hell is that" John doe spat. "It's a phones you dumb dumb old man! And then you thought you were better than me!" C00lkid says while walking towards the box. John doe is about to throw a hand (see what i did there) but Jason stopped him in "s-stop! This isn't you!" Ahh way. "HEY! IT SAYS THAT THESE PHONES IS FOR US! YAY!" C00lkid then throw the notes and then rushed to open YouTube and watch whatever brainrot things he watch on YouTube.
"We lost him." John doe said while Jason shed another tear.
"Wh4t th3 h3ll ju5t h4ppen3d." 1x1x1x1 waking up from their mind. "Whoever the hell sent us here just gave us bunch of phones" John doe said while looking at the phone. 1x1x1x1 got curious and wondering if they can track their creator so they went back to their own place and so is the other without saying goodbye.
John doe finally went back to reality and see his place went silent and looks like a basement full of junk dumps that just got bombed with nuclear that contains rat's shits and piss.