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He arrived at the castle, a lot of important people were going to be there, which is why he didn’t understand why he was invited. Before he could turn around and go home, somebody placed a hand on his shoulder, Philza, a well-known businessman, aka head of a mafia. He walked inside with Phil, the hand not retreating off his shoulder at any point. 

He had no clue as to why he was here, Tubbo wasn’t a high-end politician, or a mafia boss or one of the high detectives, now that he thinks about it, all the people here were opposites or at least opposed each other in some way, so why was he here. He just made technology for the Federation, who hosted this event, but nobody of his level would be attending, he was only a D-ranked worker and as far as he could tell, not even S-ranked workers were attending. Sure, there was a chance that he was being rewarded but he felt like something was off. 

Eventually Philza let go of Tubbo and walked off, but before Tubbo could turn and leave, Cellbit who was one of the two, only other workers of the Federation in attendance tonight, that he knew of, walked up to him, wrapped his arm around his shoulders and led him to a sort of games room, with a pool table in the middle, and bookcases all around. 

“So Tubbo, what did you do to get rewarded with this dinner?” Cellbit asked.

“Honestly, I have no clue,”

“Really?” 

“Yeah, I just got a letter inviting me, and I have no clue why,”

“Well, you must’ve done something,”

“What did you do then Detective?” Tubbo teased.

“It’s Inspector now,”

“Oh, how fancy,”

“I’m not sure either, but they said I deserved to be rewarded,” 

Tubbo walked off after the brief conversation with Cellbit, if he was going to endure tonight, he was at least going to get drunk off his mind, and besides he’s British, legally drinking age is eighteen, not twenty-one, the feds allow it based of where you are from, and for that, he’s thankful. 

He recognised many people in the dining room, such as Fit, a famous mercenary who has a metal arm that nobody wants to mess with and his partner Pac, another famous mercenary. They were talking to Philza and some others that Tubbo identified as Niki, probably one of the most influential women to exist, she was a frequent protester and was loved by the people, then there was Bagi, another detective, and quite a smart one too, she worked alongside her brother. Then there was Etoiles, a military man, he’d worked in the military for over five years now and was insanely good at fighting and there was Luzu, a nuclear scientist. Tubbo wasn’t even sure how he knew all these people but they were all famous and not too hard to remember. Heck even Cellbit and Bagi were more important than him.

He grabbed himself a vodka orange and sat down, carefully listening to what Fit and Pac were saying, overhearing what he probably shouldn’t but he didn’t care, he just wanted to figure out why he was here, in this huge mansion with all these important people.

More people walked in, apparently having been told to enter the room, Quackity one of the most infamous drug lords and Roier, a private investigator walked in next, the two talking about something Tubbo couldn’t be bothered to think about, then Missa walked in, Philza second hand man, then BadBoyHalo, a mechanic who made machines that could end the world, Mike, an ex-convict, and Aypierre, an aristocrat, yes, a French one, all walked in and sat down around the large table. More and more people filled the room, none of them escaping Tubbo’s vast knowledge of them.

“Does anybody know why they are here?” Cellbit suddenly asked.

Everybody looked around at each other, slowly realising that they had all been tricked, and some gasped, some stood up angrily and others just sat there faces palling. 

“I’m sorry but we’ve all been tricked, we are some of the smartest people on Quesadilla, I know everyone here well except him,” Philza pointed towards Tubbo.

“Look man, I have no clue why I’m here, and you are the one who dragged me in here when I was going to turn back,”

“Yeah, because I thought you were a worker,” Philza scoffed.

“I am, I work in IT, I make devices for the Fed,”

“Exactly,”

“But I got and invite, just like the rest of you fuckers,”

“Tubbo, I’d be careful with what you say around these people?” Cellbit advised. 

“Why?” Tubbo deadpanned “We’ve all been tricked, you said it yourself Phil, so why else would somebody lock up all the most dangerous or influential people in a mansion but the kill them, it doesn’t take a genius to work it out,”

“So, you are saying we are going to die?” Philza asked.

“Probably, but I don’t know why I’m here with you guys,”

“Maybe you fucked up,” a voice called.

“I don’t see why this is about me all of a sudden, you guys are the criminals, or the dangerous ones, I’ve done nothing,”

“Missa try the doors,” Philza instructed. 

They all sat in silence, waiting for Missa to return, and once he did, with the shake of a head they all froze, contemplating what to do next. Everybody turned to Tubbo, as if he were the cause of this, Tubbo was already internally panicking about being at this event with important people, let alone having all of them hate him. 

“Ok I’m killing him, maybe we’ll be let out if we do,” Philza stated, grabbing a knife from the table.

“No,” Cellbit demanded.

“You’re an Inspector, I’m a mafia boss, we don’t see eye to eye, especially on things like this, you think I care about your opinion,”

“I think you should, if you want to live and see your kids again,”

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Look at the ceiling,”

Everybody looked up, the ceiling was painted with blood, although it was all dry now, and it read “good luck sinners”. Nobody dared utter a single word, some people looked around at each other. 

Suddenly a voice boomed over speakers, it was deep but also sounded distorted, and from Tubbo’s knowledge of technology, it was pre-recorded. 

“Welcome sinners,” it greeted “I’m sure you are all wondering why you are here, well that’s simple, you are all going to die, well unless you survive the next one hundred and sixty-eight hours, there a multiple killers in the room with you, they will be hunting you down, you have ten minutes to hide, find weapons anything you wish, before they start killing and the thing is even if you make alliances nobody is guaranteed safe, not your business partners, not your romantic partners,”

“And what happens if we survive?” Pierre asked.

“It was a pre-recorded message,” Tubbo deadpanned.

“So, all we get is life?” Slime, a wealthy businessman, asked.

“Is that not enough for you?” Niki asked.

“No, it’s not,” 

Tubbo immediately began rushing into the kitchen and started searching the draws, looking for anything, a knife preferably, but they were locked. Many heads turned his way, he didn’t care, he had to get back to his family, to Sunny, and to Fred. 

“What are you doing?” Pac asked, almost laughing.

“Did you not hear the voice message?” Tubbo retorted “We have ten minutes, the mansion is huge and I want to be around none of you fuckers,”

“Why scared we will kill you?” Fit teased.

“YES, are you dumb?” 

“Tubbo be careful,” Cellbit warned.

“Look either we all die, or some of us die, I wanna survive, I have a family and unlike some of you, I’m not used to death,”

Many people had started to rush out of the room, Tubbo managed to pry one draw open, revealing a knife, it was quite dull but it was better than nothing and then he ran, he ran non-stop until the ten minutes were up, he only knew because well, all the lights in the building went red. It was just a week, right? He could do this, sure he wasn’t the most athletic, or prepared to defend himself in a life-or-death situation like the others, but he was smart and he would get out. 

The time was currently around seven pm, he had until this time in a few days to survive, no food, no water, unless he could find some but even then, leaving the spot he had found was risky. He should probably find food though, the mansion was huge and bound to have some, or else he’d be weak or dead, when he was found, if he was found. 

A couple hours passed, well it was actually about half an hour, but it felt like hours. Gunshots rang through the halls, as well as screams, who he recognised as Antoine, who was some sort of historical professor at a prestigious university and Luzu, a nuclear scientist. Footsteps could be heard everywhere, from above, from below and from his left and right, he wasn’t safe and he knew it. 

The footsteps began getting louder, and louder until two figures stood before him, Fit and Pac, they both stared at him, his hands in front of his face in defence although he knew it would do nothing. He was dead, done, gone, he’d say his prayers and be gone. Except, neither made a move to kill him, in fact they both looked a little scared. 

Tubbo’s hand slid behind him, desperately trying to find the blunt knife, before they could attack and disarm him. They were more skilled after all. He finally grabbed the knife, and pulled it in front of him. It looked pathetic, but it was all he had, and he would have to make do. Fit laughed.

“So, he’s clearly not the killer,” 

“What?” Tubbo asked “You guys aren’t?”

“No, we want to get out of here just as much as you do,” Pac stated.

“I find that hard to believe, you probably could collect bounties on multiple people here,”

“True, but right now, we could die, and I have a son,” Fit said.

“You have a kid?” 

“Yeah and?”

“How do they feel about you being a mercenary?” 

“He doesn’t like it, but also knows it’s necessary,”

“Can we talk about this later, when we aren’t about to die!” Pac exclaimed.

“Sure, now leave me alone, I found this spot, I keep it,”

“He’s gonna die,” Fit deadpanned.

“What, no I’m not,” 

“You are hiding under the stairs, and we have to survive a week of this, the mansion is huge, if you move to a different spot each day, it reduces your chance of being found,”

“And if you find somebody to stick with, that also will increase your chance,” Pac added.

“Did you not hear the voice thing?” Tubbo asked “It said you can’t trust anybody, that excludes romantic and business partners, for all you know, Pac could be a killer, or you could be Fit,”

“Don’t accuse us like that,” Pac said, sounding a little hurt “We are trying to help you,”

“By telling me what I’m doing wrong,” 

“Yes, and offering you to join us, we know your innocent, Phil may not but we know you are,”

“And how?”

“Well, you have a blunt knife as your only weapon, you were terrified when we stumbled across you and you don’t know why you are here either,”

“That’s true, but I don’t understand, why do you want to add me to your duo?”

“Because, you're a mechanic, correct?” Fit asked.

“Engineer and mechanic, yeah,”

“You can build traps, and supplies for us,” Pac said.

“I have no materials to make the supplies with,” he deadpanned.

“We will get them for you, it’s a mansion, owned by the richest company in the world, there is bound to be something,”

“Okay, even if I do accept, which I haven’t yet, what do I get out of it, I could potentially survive on my own and not have to share food,”

“You get survival and if we survive this, you can work with us, if you want,” Pac offered.

“That was not what I was going to say!” Fit exclaimed.

“What, if we survive this then he did a good job and he’s definitely out of a job now, the Federation are trying to kill him, and they are his employers,”

“We’ll see, how about this, compensation of ten grand, if we survive and a potential job offer,”

“Deal,”

Chapter Text

They created a plan; it wasn’t great but to be fair the situation they were in wasn’t great either. Both Fit and Pac had several knives and daggers in their trousers, because even though no weapons were permitted upon entry, neither trusted anybody here, this meant Tubbo was allies with the only people to have decent weapons unless others snuck weapons in. 

A scream rang out, no gunshot, clearly the killer, or killers had other means of killing people. They would have to be careful; anybody could be the killer and just because they didn’t have a gun didn’t mean they weren’t them. Pac pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of his pocket, and began drawing a semi-accurate map of the mansion, only about a quarter complete. 

“This is what me and Fit have seen so far,” Pac said.

“Have you been to any other parts of the mansion?” 

“Yeah, um, I ran up the stairs there,” Tubbo pointed “And then round the right corner and down another set of stairs which is what is currently above us,”

“So, um, I’m sorry I don’t think we ever asked your name,” Fit said.

“Tubbo, also how could you know about my profession and not my name?”

“Cellbit,”

“Cellbit also said my name while you were in the room earlier,”

“And we didn’t pay attention,”

“Fit enough,” Pac scolded “Tubbo, did you see any materials you could’ve used, like metal or screws or anything?”

“Yes actually, there were a bunch of screws to hang up paintings, that could be useful, and um, there was a sheet of metal behind one of the paintings, if I could find a source of heat I could shape it,”

“Great, do you have food?” Fit asked.

“I have an apple,” Tubbo deadpanned.

“Fuck, we have nothing either,”

“We are so dead,” 

“Hey, Fit, can you go get the supplies Tubbo has seen and we’ll look for food,”

“You wanna go with him?” 

“Yes, neither of us are particularly good at creating things, he’s important, and besides you can handle yourself,”

“Look I can find food by myself if you two really can’t agree,”

“NO!” they both yelled “You’ll die,”

Tubbo and Pac ended up leaving together, agreeing to meet Fit back under the stairs, much to Fit’s dismay. Pac kept Tubbo safe, or at least he was trying to, he’d seen Tubbo’s work and before this had contemplated asking him to work with them for new weapons and shit, but he knew Fit would’ve never agreed to it, but after this he might. Tubbo was careful to be quiet, terrified to meet anybody, even with Pac’s protection. Neither were safe and they wouldn’t be for a week, Tubbo knew that, Pac knew that, Fit knew that even Philza knew that but it still felt unnerving. 

Tubbo and Pac originally went to the kitchen they all heard the voice in, to find no food, no water or even weapons, which was disappointing, so they kept moving, it didn’t even look like the kitchen had been raided. Pac kept track of where they were going, adding rooms onto his map, with the intention of adding details later.

They eventually found a second kitchen, it hadn’t been raided, or at least it didn’t look like it had, which meant they had to be quick. Tubbo ran to the cupboards, grabbing every single box he could, until he realised most were empty, Pac did the same except at the opposite side of the room.

“Pac, most of them are empty, check them,”

“Shit really?”

“Do you think I would lie?”

The two began inspecting every single package, every single box and every single bag for any food, they left the room with five boxes between them, one of cereal, two of fruit, one of cookies and one bread. They could survive a week on that surely, except the bread only had three slices, the fruit would go off in a day, the cereal wasn’t secured properly and was half eaten, and the cookies were no sustenance. 

Fit was having a difficult time, sure he created a copy of Pac’s map and was following it perfectly but he couldn’t find any of the items Tubbo had mentioned, maybe that was his plan, to split them up and kill them off one by one, it was perfect, but no, he looked so scared and even the mention of death made him pale. 

Footsteps came round the corner, Fit dove into a room, watching carefully. Philza and Miss were walking past, the two talking quietly. He decided to eavesdrop to see if he could find any information, it could save Pac’s life and that’s all he cared about.

“I can’t find anyone,” Missa complained.

“Hey, you killed the first two, take a break, we’ve got a week,” Philza comforted. 

“I know, also Luzu had this like nuclear liquid thing, I coated my dagger in it, and it went straight through Antoine,”

“Did you use it all?”

“No, I’ll give you some,”

“Hey, I actually had a plan,”

“Oh yeah, what?”

“I’ll gain some people’s trust, say you’ve gone rogue, and when they sleep, stab them in the back,”

“Perfect, do you think they’ll hold up their end of the deal if we complete this?”

“I don’t know,” Philza admitted.

“I’m scared I just wan-”

“Hold on, I hear breathing,” 

Fit slowly backed away from the door, desperate to get away before Philza saw him. He slowly pulled his hood up and slipped away, and exited the room, but not before Missa saw him. He was being chased, he had to lose them, he couldn’t lead them to Pac or Tubbo, they would die. He never expected it to be Phil and Missa, honestly, he expected Cellbit or Foolish or Tina, not Philza. 

He ran upstairs, down stairs, round corners and down straight corridors, neither of them called out his name, he hoped they didn’t know who he was, that would make life easier. Otherwise, they’d hunt him, more so than they already were. He was scared, he was actually scared, he never actually been scared to his core before, and yet he was, he’d faced so many life-or-death situations, yet this one was terrifying, and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was Pac, he hadn’t been in a life-or-death situation since well before meeting Pac, maybe he was scared to lose him. 

He rounded a corner, swung over a balcony and held on, dangling over a ten-foot drop, his hands gripping the bars desperately, he hoped they wouldn’t see. Philza and Miss turned the corner, and looked around, they looked down the stairs, he wasn’t there, they looked in the closest room and he wasn’t there either. They looked at each other and turned around, whispering and cursing. Their footsteps slowly faded away. Fit’s hands ached, but he couldn’t immediately move, they might hear him, so he waited, he waited for about five minutes before hauling himself up.

He made his way back underneath the stairs, deciding to wait for Tubbo and Pac, hoping the found any food, as Fit had returned with nothing, well nothing except a tin can he’d found, sure it was metal but probably wasn’t very helpful to Tubbo.

Eventually Pac and Tubbo returned, they held some boxes. Fit was thankful at least they were successful, except they returned with someone else.

“Fitch, did you find anything?”

“Nope, and why is Philza here?”

“Missa is the killer, he’s scared so he’ll stay with us,”

“Do you have a problem with that?” Philza asked.

“No, no problem at all,” Fit lied straight through his teeth “Phil, do you have any materials for potential traps?”

“Actually yes, I have some metal and some screws and a screwdriver,” 

“Pass them here,” Tubbo said “Also what’s that Fit?”

“Tin can, do you want it, it was all I could find,”

“Nah I’m good,”

“So, Pac, what did you and Tubbo find?”

“Some fruit, cereal, bread and cookies,”

“That could last us ages,”

“The bread is half gone, so is the cereal,”

“We’re fucked,”

“Yep,”

“Philza, do you have any food?” Fit asked in a sickly-sweet voice.

“I have a granola bar,” 

“Great, add it to the supplies,” he smiled.

Philza frowned but did as he was told. Fit was going to get as much as possible out of Philza before he eventually killed him or got killed by him, he was a mercenary, he shouldn’t be afraid to kill after all. 

“Hey Pac?” Fit asked.

“Yeah?”

“Can I talk to you, alone,”

“Sure,”

Fit and Pac slowly walked off, keeping the other two in sight, but Philza wasn’t dumb enough to kill Tubbo at that point anyway, he was playing the long game. A scream rang out, Foolish, most likely dead. 

“What did you want?”

“Philza is lying,”

“What?”

“Missa is the killer yes, but so is he, they both chased me, although they didn’t know it was me, I escaped,”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, and I heard them talking about playing the long game, he’s gonna kill us in our sleep basically,”

“Shit, and we left Tubbo with him!”

“He wouldn’t kill him now, he’s not that stupid,”

Pac and Fit walked back over, the two faking a smile, not hinting at anything, they had agreed that while they slept Fit would stay awake for the first half of the night, Pac the next. They would protect Tubbo, they would protect each other and they would escape Philza, or at least Philza’s attempts. 

The group settled before bed, agreeing that Fit would take the first watch, much to Philza’s disappointment, although the man agreed to take the second shift, which they had to accept, although Fit would wake Pac first, making sure he was awake before sleeping himself.

Everyone went to sleep, Tubbo in the corner, he looked cold and sick, truly an awful sight to see. Pac was snuggled up near him, protectiveness in his blood while Fit lay awake, he was about to wake Pac up when Philza awoke, and that put a wrench in their plans, Fit was nervous, maybe he’d kill them, maybe he knew.

“Fit you can sleep now,”

“Thanks Phil,”

“I have one question before you do though,”

“What?”

“Why are you suspicious of me?”

“I’m suspicious of everyone right now, do you even know the situation we are in?”

“Well, yes, but you aren’t suspicious of Tubbo,”

“He’s got a blunt butter knife as his only weapon, he’s innocent,”

“Fair enough, goodnight,”

“Night,”

Fit didn’t fall asleep, he was waiting, waiting for Philza to make an attack, he didn’t, probably waiting for Fit to fall asleep, fair enough. Then he heard a scream, not far away like all the others had been, right next to him, Pac. His eyes flung open, Pac had a knife in his leg, Philza cutting his skin and bone, Tubbo had also woken up and was yelling. Fit had no choice, he had to do something. In less than a minute, Pac’s leg was clean off, blood and fragments of bone everywhere, Tubbo looked terrified, Philza had a grin on his face and Fit began to count down in his mind. 

One, Pac needed emergency medical treatment.

Two, Pac was now a liability, he would slow them down.

Three, Pac wasn’t being attacked by Philza anymore, he was.

Four, Fit reached into his back pocket and produced a dagger.

Five, Fit raised the dagger.

Philza crashed his dagger into Fit’s, both fighting for control, in the meantime Tubbo slowly dragged Pac away, holding onto the bag of food as well. Once Fit had lost sight of Tubbo and Pac, he stabbed Philza, nowhere deadly, like an idiot, but in the leg, Pac’s leg was still there, in the corner, stuffed under the stairs, Pac was going to bleed out and die and Fit would be alone in the world and everything would be over.

Fit ran out, ran up a set of stairs and helped Tubbo lift Pac to a slightly more secure room, but what he wasn’t expecting to see was Tubbo’s clothes, ripped up and tied around Pac’s stump to attempt to stop the bleeding. Maybe Tubbo was a good idea to add to the team, he should think about that later, right now he needed Pac to be alive.

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Tubbo and Fit managed to drag Pac into a bathroom. Fit rummaged through the cabinets to try and find anything, something, to help Pac, but to no avail. Tubbo just held a white towel to the wound, it slowly becoming a deep shade of pink, borderline red. Pac was panicking, Fit could tell, Tubbo could tell, but he wasn’t screaming, because that would give away their location. A couple screams rang out, Fit assumed either Philza or Missa had found someone else to prey on. 

Tubbo’s hands were stained red, not that he cared much, a man was dying in his hands unless he could stop the bleeding. He couldn’t think of anything to do and Fit was being useless, or at least in his opinion, the man was very clearly panicking and searching for items that were bound to not be in the house, like who stocks the house with bandages if you're going to hunt people down in it. There was something he could do, it would hurt Pac a great deal, and he’d need materials that he might not be able to get access to, he’d have to burn the nerve endings, and tie up the loose skin at the end of his legs, which wasn’t much, and Tubbo was by no means a surgeon. 

“Fit,” Tubbo said.

Fit didn’t respond, too busy in his own world thinking and looking for anything to help Pac. Pac was his best friend, his partner and he couldn’t just let him go, Pac was important, Pac couldn’t die.

“FIT!” Tubbo yelled, not loud enough for sound to escape the room.

“Yes,” Fit said “Found anything?”

“No, I’m holding his wound, but I can save him,”

“How?”

“Burning his nerve endings, and pulling skin over the open wounds, it’ll hurt him but in the long run, probably save his life,”

“Then do it,”

“I need materials,”

“Shit,”

“Yeah, I need electricity, which there's power outlets here so I can do that but I need thin metal that heats easily, and gloves, and ideally bandages but fine if not, and if we get out of here maybe I can make him a mechanical leg,”

“Just leave me to die,” Pac spoke up.

“No,” Fit stated simply “I’ll go, just thin metal, bandages and gloves right, nothing else?”

“Yes, just go, we can figure out food and shit later,”

Fit left, running out the room with his mental list. Tubbo locked the door, even though it probably wouldn’t do much in the long run, then he went back to compressing Pac’s leg which still hasn’t stopped bleeding, which was very concerning but to be fair he was missing a leg.

Pac blacked out several times, Tubbo splashing water on his face each time, him being awake reduces the chance of his death, or at least that’s what Tubbo told himself whenever Pac blacked out. When Pac was awake, he was wincing and screaming, into a towel, and just in agony and as much as Tubbo wanted him to sleep to escape the pain, Tubbo didn’t know if he could be alone right then.

Tubbo hadn’t seen anyone die before and he didn’t want to now, but he knew the possibilities weren’t in his favour. Pac blacked out again, still breathing but he didn’t wake up to the water. Tubbo’s heart rate quickened. He didn’t even know why he was there; he wasn’t important by any means; he was an engineer who did as he was told and kept his head down. There were more screams, Tubbo was terrified, he didn’t want to die, he’d just gotten a family and he couldn’t lose them already. 

“Wake the fuck up Pac,” Tubbo cursed “I don’t want to explain to Fit that I let you die, He’ll kill me,”

Pac didn’t respond. Of course he didn’t respond, he was unconscious but some part of Tubbo hoped that he would’ve. It was stupid sure but hope was what was going to keep him alive, and that’s what he had to depend on, it hadn’t even been a day yet and he had to survive seven of them, a week trapped in this mess. They had barely lasted a couple of hours, maybe they should have a sleep schedule, not invite anybody else to their group, probably, maybe Fit will bring the subject up when he returns, Tubbo hopes so, he didn’t want to make any decisions. Nobody had a single phone upon entry, all taken away, so Fred and Sunny would have no clue where he was, or why he left, maybe they would’ve thought he cheated and decided to leave, not that he’d ever do that but…

“Fitch...” a hoarse voice said.

“Not here Pac, it’s Tubbo,”

“Where’s Fit?”

“Getting me the tools to prevent you from bleeding out, because I can’t hold a towel to your leg for an entire week,”

“I lost my leg?”

“Yep, and you are still bleeding out, you see this red towel, it was white once,”

“Fuck,”

“You can say that again,”

“We are screwed,”

“Probably,”

“Sinto falta do Mike,”

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak Portuguese,”

“I miss Mike,”

“Who’s that?”

“My best friend and brother,”

“Wait Mike as in Mike the Link, the ex-convict?”

“Yes,” Pac laughed “The ex-convict,”

“Why are you laughing at that?”

“Because that’s what he’s known for, I’m an ex-convict too, I was there with him but people know me as the mercenary,”

“Well, he’s not done anything else has he?”

“No, but he’s much more than just an ex-convict,”

“Yeah, well that’s something, having someone to live for, you have to survive for Mike and Fit and me because Fit will kill me if you die,”

Pac laughed, then proceeded to wince, apparently laughing when your leg has been cut off hurts, because everything hurts. Tubbo grabbed another towel, rinsed it and swapped it with the stained red one he had previously held to Pac’s stump thing. 

“I’m scared,” Pac admitted.

“Really?” Tubbo questioned “You a mercenary, who’s been to prison, who’s seen people die day after day after day, are scared?”

“Yeah, none of those times I have had a high chance of death or Fit or Mike, but look at me I’m literally bleeding out away from my two best friends,”

“And sat with a stranger,”

“Yep, although you aren’t a stranger,”

“What? Yes, I am, I’ve never met you before today,”

“You’ve never met me,”

“That’s ominous,”

“Yeah well, Philza lied, everyone here, except Fit, knows who you-”

“Careful Pac, if you finish your sentence, I’ll tell the killers exactly where you are, and that wouldn’t be a pretty sight now would it, not that you are a pretty sight right now,” the voice said.

“What?” Tubbo said.

“Por que não posso dizer a ele,” Pac asked. (why can’t I tell him)

“Ele não pode saber, ainda não,” (He can’t know, not yet,)

“Isso é tudo sobre ele então?,” (Is this all about him then?)

“É tudo sobre ele?” (Is what all about him?)

“Todos estando aqui,” (Everyone being here)

“Pac stop talking to the voice in a language I don’t understand,” Tubbo complained.

“Sorry, but if you are listening, Mr Voice, I will figure you out,” Pac threatened.

Fit had been searching for anything that remotely could resemble anything on Tubbo’s list, so far he had found bandages, only two, and probably not big enough for Pac’s stump thing but it would have to do and that was it, he hadn’t found anything else. His partner was missing a leg, he couldn’t die here, because if he died here, Pac died, and Pac was too important to die. Mike would also hate Fit, probably drag him up from the underworld, if that existed, to beat his ass and Fit thought about it, he’d probably just sit and take it.

He stumbled into a living room, there were chargers that had metal wires inside, Fit grabbed them, better than nothing is what he told himself. Tubbo would have to do without the gloves, either he was using it to be sterile but Pac had probably contracted a million infections by now or he was using them to protect his hands from the heat of the wires which he’d just have to man up. 

Fit was on his way back to the bathroom, hoping that neither of them were dead or had moved, when he bumped into Cellbit and Roier. Roier drew a knife, not a very impressive one but a knife nonetheless. 

“Fuck off man,” Fit complained “Why’d I have to bump into more killers?”

“More killers?” Cellbit questioned “We aren’t the killers, but I’m assuming Pac is,”

“God no, Pac is innocent, it’s Philza and Missa, they cut off his leg,”

“What the fuck,” Roier gasped.

“Yeah, and Tubbo’s currently preventing him from bleeding out,”

“So, he’s innocent too?” Roier asked.

“Yep, he’s too scared to be the killer,”

“Tubbo’s not scared, it’s an act, I’ve known him a while, sure he’s not used to death anymore but he used to be, he just doesn’t remember,” Cellbit said.

“How is it an act if he doesn’t remember?”

“He used to fight in wars, building tech for his side, till he got in an explosion and badly burnt across the face,”

“I see no burns,”

“Artificial skin, saved his life, he’s also blind in one eye but through one of his inventions he can see again, but his memory got wiped by the fed,”

“Why?”

“Cause he’s dangerous, I think that’s why they are trying to kill us all,”

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit lost,”

“Okay, who here isn’t dangerous?” 

“Niki Nihachu?”

“Except she is, she’s seen the horrors of the world, and people trust and believe her, if she speaks out against the federation, people will hate them,”

“Etoiles?”

“Ex-military man who was dishonourably discharged, he hates the fed now but he also has the highest kill count of any general,”

“You?”

“Me, I’m currently investigating some activity behind their backs, they must’ve found out,”

“Roier?”

“Oh, that’s simple, same as Cell here, except they’ve known for a while,”

“But look Fit, you can’t tell Tubbo about his past,”

“Why not?”

“Because the fed fucked with his head, they probably made a failsafe in case he remembers,”

“If they did that, what's the point in killing him here?”

“That’s what I haven’t figured out yet,”

“Look this chat has been nice but Pac’s currently bleeding out and I don’t know if Tubbo can save him without these materials,”

“Bye Fit,” Roier smiled.

“Bye Cellbit, Roier,” 

“Stay safe, and we’ll meet again,”

“I think we must, to discuss whatever bombshell you’ve dropped on me today,”

Fit walked back to Tubbo and Pac. He knocked on the door and announced who he was, Tubbo slowly unlocked the door, peeked his head round then let Fit inside. Fit handed him the supplies to which Tubbo grinned and started undoing the plastic casing on the wires. 

Fit walked over to Pac who was constantly wincing in pain, and held the towel tightly at his stump, which only made him wince more. 

“Can you knock him out?”

“What the fuck, no Tubbo I’m not knocking him out,”

“Okay if he dies of pain that’s your fault,”

“That’s a thing?”

“Yes, now knock him out,”

“Pac you aren’t gonna like thi-”

“Just do it,”

Fit slammed a fist into Pac’s head, Pac blacked out. Tubbo went to the outlet and used some medical tape he’d found in a first aid kit to tape the wire to the outlet, he then grabbed an unused towel to hold the wire with since Fit didn’t get him any gloves. Fit sterilised the area, the best he could. Tubbo looked in Fit’s eyes and nodded. He turned on the outlet and immediately felt the wire heating up beneath the towel, he moved the tip towards Pac’s leg and began to burn the nerve endings. The smell of pork tinged his noise as he gagged, but he knew he had to do this to save Pac. Tubbo moved onto the next nerve, and then the next, and the next, until all the nerve endings were fried, then he moved onto muscle. 

“What are you doing?” Fit asked.

“Moulding his muscle to fit around the new stump and preparing his skin the heal over it,”

“You said the nerve endings and nothing else, you aren’t killing him are you?”

“No, if I don’t do this he could still die of infection, if I do his chances are reduced by over fifty per cent,”

“Do it then,”

“I am,”

Tubbo got to work, moulding the muscle, which was extremely difficult, occasionally using a bit of heat from the wire but being careful to not burn it. He grabbed the medical tape and wrapped Pac’s leg up, with multiple layers.

Chapter Text

Fit and Tubbo were sat around the bathtub, where they had placed Pac, and were talking while eating some, actually they didn’t know what it was, it was like a cracker but sweet like a strawberry, it was in the wrong box anyway. Pac was still knocked out, and after his surgery appeared to have contracted a fever, which was another issue they’d have to figure out, and Tubbo had promised to craft him a mechanical leg if they got out of there. It had only been thirty hours, and they had to survive several more days of this. Pac had already lost his leg, who's to say they wouldn’t lose any more, like Fit’s other arm or Tubbo’s hand. 

Fit had drifted off to sleep, and while he normally couldn’t sleep around people he didn’t trust, he could around Tubbo. Fit trusted Tubbo or at least that was until Cellbit spoke to him and that conversation had been replaying on his mind, and Pac talking to the voice, all the Brazilian’s there could understand but Fit’s couldn’t, apart from the occasional word, he was worried about Pac. Mike was probably worried, but hey at least he knew Pac was still alive. 

Tubbo stayed awake, unable to sleep after what had happened last time, he wanted to just stay awake and not sleep for the remainder of the time left, however long that may be, but he knew that was unrealistic, but he’d surely survive at least three if not four days without coffee, if he had coffee he could easily do the entire week, he’d done it before when he wasn’t in a life-or-death situation, he could do it now. He also needed to stay up to make sure Pac was okay and didn’t die of infection, or at least that’s what he told himself and to be fair every five minutes he was checking to see if the man was breathing.

Hours passed, Pac was still asleep, Fit was sure to wake soon, early morning sunlight shone through the windows of the bathroom. Tubbo was still awake, constantly checking to see if Pac was still breathing, before deciding to have a shower, which yes he was in the same room as Fit and Pac who could wake up, but Pac couldn’t stand and Fit wouldn’t invade his privacy, or at least he hoped not. Once he was out of the shower he was shocked to see Fit still asleep, he had expected Fit to wake up at the sound of the running water, but evidently not.

Tubbo walked over to Pac, and placed the back of his hand on his forehead, he was burning up, he definitely had a fever, him and Fit would have to take care of him, while surviving themselves, hopefully Philza and Miss wouldn’t look in this bathroom, but they probably would. Phil himself had let them go, if he found them again he most likely wouldn’t return the favour, not that Phil chose to keep them alive. Tubbo’s other hand cradled the necklace Sunny had made him, a photo of him, Fred and her all together enjoying a picnic, organised by Fred with tons of flowers, the thought made him smile.

“What are you smiling at?” Fit asked.

“What the fuck,” Tubbo jumped “I thought you were still asleep!”

“Nope I woke up, what are you smiling at?”

“My daughter, she made me this necklace, oh you should’ve seen her face when she gave it to me, she was so nervous and that turned into a massive grin when I put it on,”

“Oh, I have son, he’s like five, super smart kid, my ex currently has him for a month so,”

“Oh, you dated someone before Pac?”

“Dating Pac?” Fit laughed “Oh no, I’m not dating him, that’s just a joke,”

“Really?”

“Yeah,”

“Really?”

“Yes,”

“Really,”

“Drop it,”

“Okay, I’ve dropped it,”

“And Pac has a kid too, he’s four,”

“What are your kid’s names?”

“Ramon is my boy and Richaryson is Pac’s,”

“Ah, Sunny’s my daughter, and my boyfriend’s,”

“Oh really, not married?”

“Nah, I’ve had Sunny longer than him, well longer than we became official at least,”

“So, you’ve known him longer?”

“Yeah, mandatory adoption is a thing the federation will sometimes do if two workers are dating, basically it means even if we break up, we have to be there for Sunny, so technically it’s a way to stop heartbreak which is a preventer of good work, or at least that’s what Cucurucho says,”

“That’s horrible, so you’d just have to stay with an ex?”

“Yeah, well you still see yours to give him your son I’m assuming,”

“Yeah, for like two minutes, and Ramon hates it,”

“My parents were divorced when I was a kid, well when I turned twelve, it sucked,”

“Yeah, I can imagine,”

“Pac is going to be in agony when he wakes up, just to let you know,”

“He’s been in agony since his leg got cut off, he’s dealt with it,”

“No, like more, his skin has been stretched and stuff, it’ll be agonising for a while, but I doubt there’s any pain killers in this place,”

“Probably not,”

Pac started to stir around in the bathtub, moving about until he woke up and almost screamed in pain, but Tubbo stuck his hand in his mouth and Pac bit down. Tubbo winced.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE,” 

“I’m sorry it just really hurts,”

“I know but you bit down so hard, ugh it’s drawn blood for fucks sake, now I’m getting an infection, ugh Fit you’ll be the last of us to survive,”

“Both of you are surviving, I’m not letting you die,”

“How sweet,” Tubbo deadpanned.

“We need a plan for today, because we can’t move Pac,” 

“I know, I know, I just don’t know, you know?”

“Tubbo…” Pac deadpanned “English isn’t everyone’s first language, you said know way too many times for that to make sense,”

“Nah it made sense,” Fit defended “Just complicated,”

“Pac your one to talk, you had whole conversation with the voice, about me, in Portuguese, I don’t understand Portuguese,”

“In my defence, he wouldn’t let me speak in English,”

“Plan…” Fit pushed.

“Right, I could make Pac a prosthetic, but I’d need way too many materials to find here,”

“I will supply the materials for you,” the voice called “but you’ll have to find them,”

“I need lots and I mean lots of heavy metal, wires, hinges….” Tubbo trailed off.

“I know what you need,”

“Why are you helping us?”

“Entertainment,”

“I’ll go looking for the materials then,” Fit suggested.

“And I stay with Pac again, good plan,”

“OH PHILZA, OH MISSA, FIT, PAC AND TUBBO ARE IN THE EAST WING BATHROOM!”

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Pac yelled.

“Entertainment, good luck,”

Tubbo began packing all their stuff up, Fit helping while Pac attempted to stand, phantom pain shooting through his missing leg, so he eventually decided to give up. Fit placed Pac’s arm over his shoulder and Tubbo did the same on the other side, together they were going to lift Pac, and all their supplies to somewhere else in the mansion, preferably far away as Philza and Miss were going to be on their way to kill them.

The three hobbled out of the bathroom, Cellbit and Roier standing directly outside. The two smiled and took their supplies helping them to their current place of hiding. No words were shared, just a mutual understanding, or at least between Fit, Cellbit and Roier. Pac passed out at least three times on their way to the office, Roier and Cellbit had picked out. Tubbo was struggling, he felt odd, really odd, but not like he didn’t belong, more like Deja vu. 

The group settled down in the office, fast breaths, collapsing to the ground in a sigh. They had carried Pac to a sofa that was there, so he could have the best place to rest, a bath and a sofa, both not going to be comfortable but better than the floor which everyone else had. 

“Thank you so much,” Fit thanked.

“We heard the announcement, I couldn’t let you guys die,” Cellbit answered.

“So, everyone knows it’s Phil and Missa?” Tubbo asked.

“The names were bleeped out,” Roier informed him.

“Fuck, but we heard the names,” 

“I don’t know what to tell you Tubbo,” Cellbit stated “But we knew it was them anyway,”

“How? Did you bump into them and escape?” 

“Just had a hunch,”

“Okay Mr smartass,”

“I am literally an Inspector,”

“Okay, we need a game plan, or we’ll die, it’s only the second day and Pac lost a leg on the first, lots more crazy shit is bound to happen,” Fit interrupted.

“Well, what can we do?” Roier asked “We can’t move Pac right now he’s kind of helpless,”

“I can hear you, you know,” 

“Sorry, all I’m saying is we have to be really careful, and any time we split up, any, we could lose each other,”

“I just don’t understand it all,” Tubbo complained.

“I think I do,” 

“Then what is it Cellbit, why the fuck have I been trapped in a mansion with incredibly influential people when all I do is build fucking machines,”

“Because you are important too,”

“Oh yeah right,”

“No, the federation wiped your memory,”

“What? No- I just- I hit my head one day and ten years were gone,”

“Ten years? From one bump?” Cellbit spoke softly “Sorry but no,”

“What- What happened in those ten years? Do you know?”

“Yes,” Pac said.

“Yes,” Roier said.

“Stop this right now,” the voice said.

“No,” Fit said.

“Yes,” Cellbit said, everyone speaking in unison.

“What? How do you all know, I’ve never met any of you before, except Cellbit,”

“You have, well except Fit but he’s an exception,” Pac answered.

“So… answer me…please,” Tubbo begged.

“If you tell him I will reveal your new location,”

“We literally can’t,” Roier said “I wish we could but-”

“Fuck off, why can’t I know about myself Mr voice mother fucker thingy?”

“It’s dangerous,”

“We are being hunted alive, me knowing information about myself can’t be any more dangerous than that,”

“You’d be surprised,”

“Everybody else knows,”

“You are different,”

“Hypothetically everyone is here for a reason right?”

“Yes,”

“And that’s because everyone is dangerous,”

“Classified,”

“Oh my god you sound like my boss, so that’s a yes, anyway you picked Philza and Missa because they are the most dangerous?”

“No,”

“No that’s not why you picked them, or no they aren’t the most dangerous?”

“Classified,”

“Oh, you motherfucker, so they aren’t the most dangerous, is what I’m inferring, am I the most dangerous?”

“Classified,”

“So I am, but why?”

“Classified,”

“I got that bitch,”

“I will be answering no more questions,”

“You weren’t answering them in the first place,”

The group just stared at Tubbo, in awe that he had gotten so much information out of the word classified, even if they didn’t understand how, even if Fit didn’t think Tubbo could be dangerous, even if they were currently being hunted and didn’t have time to be awestruck.

Cellbit began pacing the room, Fit began searching through the shared rations, Pac was screaming into his hand, desperately trying not to make a noise while being in absolute agony, Roier was just staring into the distance. 

“I have one more question for you Mr voice,” Tubbo announced “Can you see us, or just hear us?”

“I can hear every word you say, and I can see you in 90% of the building,”

“Thank you,”

Tubbo grabbed a notepad and pen he’d found in the office they were in and began sketching a design, as far as he was aware there were about three rooms with no cameras, the boiler room as it was so small one person could barely fit inside, the attic as it was locked and barricaded shut, Cellbit had told him that, and the basement which was where Philza and Missa had set up camp. He began sketching a design for something that could break down the main door, and another which could crack codes, and another which could call for help, most of the designs were bound to fail as they definitely had no resources to make them but it helped Tubbo feel hopeful.

He finally settled on a design that had basic properties and he could build, with the resources he had requested for Pac’s leg, but the group would probably reject that as they needed Pac to be able to move, he would have to bring it up later.

Chapter Text

Everyone went to sleep pretty quickly, except Tubbo and Cellbit, who was on watch. Tubbo just couldn’t trust himself to sleep anymore, he might end up limbless like Pac. Cellbit was barely staying awake but he was. Cellbit was not aware that Tubbo was awake, of course he wasn’t, Tubbo was lying under the desk hidden by Fit, drawing up plans for a machine they'd have to make to escape. They had five days left, two down, only one limb lost, which was not great but they could’ve lost worse, some people had lost their lives. From the multiple screams heard Tubbo had deduced that Niki, Bad, Antione, Luzu, Quackity and Tina were all dead. 

Cellbit paced the room, desperately trying to keep himself awake until it was Fit’s shift to be awake, they had agreed on a five-minute period of time to talk about Tubbo’s past, and because it wasn’t to Tubbo, Cellbit hoped the voice thing wouldn’t threaten their location, in the middle of the night. The group, apart from Pac, were supposed to have two hours of watch time each, giving each of them six hours if they slept for the rest of it, and currently it was looking like Tubbo would get one. 

Fit was woken by Cellbit, rolling over to face away from Tubbo, thank goodness, and got out from underneath the desk. 

“I want answers,”

“I know you do, and frankly I think Tubbo does as well,”

“Then tell me Cellbit, please, apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t know except Tubbo,”

“I don’t know if the eye thing will be okay with it,”

“Then just say and it’ll tell us if not,”

“What if it gives away our location immediately?”

“Then we pick Pac up and run,”

“Okay, I’ll tell you,”

“Thank you, we don’t have long so hurry if you want your beauty sleep,”

“Tubbo grew up poor, in this place, I can’t remember its name but he grew up as a child soldier, to the point where he has the highest kill count of any ranked officer, many combined, which may not seem horrible but it gets worse,”

“Child soldier?”

“Do you not know, he’s only twenty, he was like ten when he became a soldier,”

“Shit,”

“Yeah, so after the war he became very and I mean very protective, he isolated himself and built nukes, and guarded his home, letting nobody in, he’d lost friends in the war and was dealing with that but here’s the worst part, nobody has been able to make nukes, Luzu, he was experimenting, he’d never successfully done it, but Tubbo made really fucking powerful ones, enough to wipe out the whole planet,”

“And how old is he at this point?”

“I want to say sixteen,”

“Damn,”

“Then after he had the nukes under his belt, he kept going, inventing more and more weapons to keep him safe, he even created this thing called Creation, it’s a machine in case of his death, very complicated, I’ve met it, it occasionally will meet people he knows to make sure they aren’t threats, but Creation is dangerous, if it so much as points at something it’ll disappear, unless he points into empty space again, in which case it’ll return, this including humans,”

“Okay, how old at this point?”

“Eighteen,”

“Dude doesn’t stop,”

“After all of that he decided to settle down for a while, aka six months, he met a guy, his current boyfriend and got a job working for the federation, simple enough right?”

“Yeah,”

“Well, his boyfriend got kidnapped, twice,”

“Oh no,” Fit sighed.

“Yeah, I don’t believe he remembers this and I think Fred has been blackmailed into never telling him by someone, not sure who, Tubbo went on a rampage to get him back, he killed, he tortured and eventually got him back, it showed the federation just how powerful the boy is, then he got taken to one of the Federation’s sick games, you ever read the hunger games?”

“Of course I have,”

“Yeah basically that,”

“So, like what we are in now but everyone is a killer?”

“Yeah, exactly, but they kidnapped the people for those games, none of us got kidnapped which is the weird part, but he survived, barely and had to bribe the game makers, and came second place,”

“There’s someone more dangerous than him?” Fit asked with a panic.

“No, he gave in, guess who to, none less than Philza fucking Minecraft,”

“And now Phil is trying to kill him?”

“Yes but Phil wouldn’t do that unless he had a genuine motive that was extremely important to him, Tubbo is like a son to him, and it broke Phil to lie and say he had no clue about who he was, which leads me to believe that Philza didn’t know he’d be the killer until after the first announcements,”

“Hold on, yeah, he was the one who sent Missa to check if the doors were locked, he seemed panicked,”

“Exactly,”

“So, maybe they’ve been threatened,”

“Which means we can also trust nobody,”

“What do you mean?”

“You or I could go out to get resources and get threatened by the voice thing, and maybe have to kill the others,”

“Mr voice, can you hear us?”

Tubbo kept his breathing to a minimum, desperately trying to go unnoticed as he learnt about the last ten years of his life, war, nukes, hunger games, and kidnappings, all of that in ten years, just how shitty were his teenage years. Cellbit and Fit had both stopped talking for a bit, both waiting for the voice to answer, although he himself could be asleep. 

Tubbo didn’t move a muscle, both Fit and Cellbit finished up talking, not about him this time, and Cellbit went to bed. Tubbo himself quickly fell asleep after an exhausting early morning. He was woken for his shift by Pac at six in the morning, just barely four hours after he’d fallen asleep. 

After a few hours everyone woke up, first Cellbit, then Roier, then Pac, then Fit. Tubbo greeted them all with some rations, like it was second nature for him to know how to portion out rations, probably because it was. Roier had already began setting out a day plan, because hypothetically they could just hide in there forever, but they’d either be found or run out of food, so that decision was thrown out the window. 

“Urgh, I wish we could tell Tubbo,” Roier complained “It would make life ten times easier,”

“I wish you could tell me too,” Tubbo lied.

“Unfortunately, we can’t, not until we leave this place, so there isn’t much point moping over it,” Cellbit said.

“What’s the game plan?” Fit asked.

“Send us two out for the supplies for Pac’s leg, duh,”

“I actually wanted to talk about that,” Tubbo added.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Pac would you be okay not having a leg until we leave,”

“Well ideally not but I’m already in this much pain why not leave it another five days,”

“Great, um, I believe the voice thing is asleep right now,”

“I’m not okay with it,” Fit spat.

“Tough luck, I was asking Pac not you, but I could make communications device to get us out of here earlier,”

“With the resources you could use to build me a leg?” 

“Yes, I have the design here,” Tubbo held out his notebook “If you want to see?”

“Show me yeah,” Pac answered.

Tubbo walked over to the sofa and held out the paper to him, Pac inspected the design for a while, occasionally asking a few questions, and giving a few measurements, before Tubbo ripped the paper away.

“And that’s the design for your leg,” he spoke loudly.

“What are you doing?” Pac whispered.

“The red light on the camera behind you turned on,” he whispered back.

“Looks great thanks Tubbo,”

“I’m so confused,” Roier spoke “I thought you-”

“I’m building Pac a leg aren’t I?” Tubbo smiled and indicated towards the flashing light.

“Oh yeah, but we need the resources so who’s going to get it?”

“I’ll go, anything for Pac,”

“You can’t go alone, I’ll join you,” Cellbit said.

“I’ll stay behind with Tubbo and Pac,”

“Who said I’m staying behind?” Tubbo protested.

“All of us,” everyone else said in unison.

“Fuck off,”

The group split off, Fit and Cellbit with a list of supplies to collect and Tubbo, Pac and Roier staying at their base guarding their current supplies and interrogating the voice thing. Tubbo getting answers that he probably shouldn’t be getting.

“So, Mr Voice thingy,” Tubbo asked “Why’d you pick Philza and Missa?” 

“I didn’t,”

“So, someone else is in control?”

“No,”

“Was it randomised?”

“Partially,”

“Okay, hypothetically can the killers change to survivors, and survivors change to killers?”

“Classified,”

“They can, are Phil and Missa still the active killers?”

“No,”

Tubbo looked at Pac and then Roier, not daring to blink. Missa and Philza were innocent now, they could go and help them.

“Where are they?”

“Dead,”

“What?”

“They didn’t complete their goal in time, I killed them,”

“I thought you said five days,”

“For the killers, they get one and a half,”

“Are Fit and Cellbit the current killers?”

“Not this time,”

“Okay, thank god,”

“It isn’t anybody in your group, for the next day and a half,”

“Okay, we’ll work with that,”

“Tubbo, what if I get picked, I can’t move,” Pac stressed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll um, do something, anything,”

“Don’t make promises,” Roier urged “Especially ones you can’t keep,”

“I’m scared okay Roier, I don’t know shit about the last ten years of my life, I am thrust into this killing game, and I’m terrified,”

“What if Fit gets picked, I don’t want to survive without him?” Pac asked.

“What do you want us to do in that situation?”

“Let him kill me, he won’t kill everyone, sure he’s a veteran and mercenary, but it’s not honourable so he won’t, except me, if I ask,”

“Then we do that,” Roier deadpanned.

“So how many different pairs of killers would there be?” Pac asked.

“Seven days, one and a half each, I suppose four but it wouldn’t last the whole time,”

“I’d just assume that the last two killers finish any time left,” Roier said.

“Maybe, I just sure as hell don’t want to be picked,”

“I don’t think any of us want to be,” Pac deadpanned “Especially not me,”

“Yeah, what about Philza and Missa’s kids?” Tubbo asked “They are the only parents of them right?”

“Mr Voice, can we tell him?”

“THIS ONE BIT,”

“You are their godfather, they go to you, or Niki but I think she’s dead, she’s their godmother,”

Tubbo sat down beside Pac, just kind of thinking. Roier was packing their stuff into bags in case they had to run and Tubbo was prepared to pick Pac up, he wasn’t very strong but he did life heavy metal pieces all day before this, so he’d surely be able to carry Pac a few hundred metres, because there was no way in hell he’d return to here, or go anywhere near here after being found. 

Could Tubbo even be chosen to be the killer, considering he’s supposed to be the most dangerous, and they want him dead, do they want him dead in a stylish way or would they just kill him themself if he survived. 

He thought about Sunny and Fred, who both probably thought he’d abandoned them by now, oh how he wished they wouldn't. He loved them both more than anything, he’s glad neither of them have to see him like this, Sunny would be scared but Fred would be horrified he even attempted to date Tubbo. The thought felt like a punch to the stomach. Five days left, or just less than until he could see Fred again, unless the machine worked, then it would probably only be two. Getting out early was the first thing on his mind, to see his sun again, to see his boyfriend again, to not have to hide again. He looked over his plans again, and decided he couldn’t make them any better, so he got to designing Pac a leg, should they ever get out.

Chapter Text

 Fit and Cellbit both scavenged the west side of the mansion, or the east side, they weren’t sure, the voice thing giving them hints…and taunts. They had successfully collected about a fifth of what they needed and it had been two hours since they set off or more, they weren’t sure. 

Fit was still very shocked at the information he’d learnt about Tubbo last night, he would’ve never expected the boy to have done those horrendous things, although he supposed it made sense why he was stuck in here with the rest of them, all pretending they had no clue who he was, but why didn’t Fit know.

Cellbit stopped, pulled Fit to the side and motioned to be silent, the two heard muffled talking between Mike and Felps, the two seemed to be in a panic. Fit leaned closer to get a better listen. 

“Mike we have no choice,”

“I’m not killing Pac,”

“Then I will,”

“No, I won’t let you,”

“If we fail this we die,”

“If we kill everyone Richas only has two dads left, and no mum,”

“So, two is better than none,”

“There’s Cellbit, there’s Pac, there's Bagi, there’s Roier and Fit, because we all not that fucker loves Pac, even Bad he’s been his parent legally for like a day, we can’t kill all of them over us,”

“So, what are you suggesting?”

“We kill everyone else, make it easy for them if they get picked after us,”

“What about Tubbo?”

“Oh, we let them kill him, there’s absolutely no way I’m even attempting that,”

“Alright,”

Fit looked at Cellbit who had a stray tear slip down his face, two of his closest friends, two of his co-parents were going to sacrifice themselves for him and Pac and Bagi. His heart both warmed and shattered at the thought. 

“I’ve had enough,” Cellbit whispered.

Cellbit stormed into the room, grabbed both Mike and Felps by the wrists before they could even comprehend what was happening. Cellbit then pulled them both into a tight hug, whispering his sorrows, crying into their shoulders, all the while Fit stood at the door, holding everything they had collected for Tubbo’s machine. 

Cellbit called for Fit and he joined the hug awkwardly, never much of a physical affection person. Mike made Fit promise he’d keep Pac safe over everyone and everything, Fit promised under one condition, his own son would be protected over Pac, Mike reluctantly agreed. The four stayed in the hug for a long time, though it still felt short. 

“I’m sorry,” Cellbit said.

“Not your fault,” Mike said.

“Ugh why, why can’t we just live our lives?” 

“We all went to prison, we all then got illegal jobs except you,” Felps commented “Living our lives isn’t exactly pleasant either,”

“But you two are gonna die or the rest of us are gonna die and I don’t want that,”

“I know,” Mike whispered “I’m scared, I don’t even know how we are supposed to die,”

“Mr Voice kills you,” Fit deadpanned.

“Yes but how, gun? Knife? Stopping our hearts?”

“I’m not sure, but Philza and Missa are dead,”

“Who’s in your group, who do we kill and who do we spare?”

“Roier, Pac, us and Tubbo,”

“Tubbo?” Mike gasped.

“But-” Felps began.

“We know, well Cellbit knows I’m still wrapping my head around it,”

“You didn’t know?”

“No, I didn’t, does everyone here know or just Brazilians and Roier?”

“Everyone,” Cellbit answered “So why don’t you?”

“Not a clue, but we should keep looking for resources, hopefully Tubbo can get the machine to work and then we can get out before these two have to die,”

“Good idea, bye guys, I hope you two can survive,”

“It’s alright Cellbit, we’ll try our best, but just know, we love you and Pac,

Cellbit and Fit left to find the rest of the needed materials. Cellbit was zoned out the whole time, his mind blank with only the information that two of his best friends would die running around. Fit made sure he didn’t hurt himself physically but he knew Cellbit was doing damage mentally, screwing with himself. 

Tubbo drew up multiple designs for Pac’s leg, asking him about adjustments and sizing, before design and function. Pac wanted one that could support a lot of running because as a mercenary, he did a lot of that. Roier smiled as he watched the two laugh over designs and pick out certain aspects before adding others. It was bittersweet, sure they were having a good time, but would they be if Tubbo remembered his past, would they be if Philza hadn’t taken Pac’s leg. Would Pac even be able to use the leg considering he had days left before he could even get to physical therapy, let alone a hospital which would do better than the botched job Tubbo had done to stop the bleeding. 

Pac was still struggling with the pain, constantly wanting to scream out but he couldn’t risk the killers, whoever they were, to find them so he got a grip, he dealt with it. He’d feel bad if he was the reason his group died, even if he had lost a leg. 

Roier was sorting out rations, with the amount they currently had they could probably survive to the end, if they all skipped a day of eating, or someone died, not that he wanted that to happen but it would save the rest of them. Their water supply however, was incredibly limited, they’d have to find a kitchen or a bathroom, at the very least, soon or they’d all die. 

“Do you think we’ll all survive?” Pac asked absentmindedly. 

“No,” Tubbo answered truthfully “I don’t know shit about myself, you’ve lost a leg, we don’t have enough water, Roier is going to burst a blood vessel if he worries over it any longer,”

“Can you blame me?” Roier asked “I just want my husband and I to survive, he cares about you and Pac, and I care about Fit,”

“Why, why does he care about me?” 

“He knows you,”

“How, I heard him talking to Fit about my past, okay, I know it but he never mentioned how everyone knows me or why,”

“Wait- you know?” Roier panicked.

“Yes,”

“I will henceforth be doubling the killers, blame Tubbo, sinners,”

“Fuck, sorry,” Tubbo cursed.

“If you find out any more the consequences will worsen, DO NOT FIND OUT MORE,”

“Look Tubbo, wish we could tell you but four killers, we’re already as good as dead with two, we might as well dig our own graves at this point,” Pac said.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep and they started talking and I couldn’t help but to listen,”

“Have you slept at all since my leg got taken?”

“No..” he admitted.

“Go to sleep, Roier and I will keep watch,”

“And how do I know Roier and you won’t become killers,”

“If I become a killer well I’ve already lost a leg, no point killing everyone I love to survive with a missing limb, but I’ll shoot Roier before he even gets the chance to pounce on you,”

“Okay,” 

Tubbo lay down underneath the desk, Pac keeping a watchful eye while Roier split the rations up equally between the group. Tubbo felt odd, the feeling was familiar, yet so distant, like a quiet buzzing that you can’t hear but know is there. 

His dreams were odd, he never dreamt, so he immediately knew he was in a dream. He saw a small boy, barely a teenager . He held a sword and an axe, passing the axe to a larger man, before running off and giving the sword to someone else, the boy found new weapons, stronger weapons on the battlefield and gave them to strong men. It wasn’t long until he was caught, and a sword was held against his chin, Tubbo held his breath. The boy slowly lowered the axe he was holding, before swinging his leg into the side of the woman who held the sword, she dropped it and he stabbed her, he was clearly experienced and knew his way around a battlefield. Tubbo followed the boy, clearly invisible, and watched as he made his way around the battlefield, slipping through individual fights to join a man, who looked a rather lot like the boy, and a woman who looked a lot like them too, he was passed a netherite sword. The boy gawked at it before stabbing a person who came running at them.

“Go, stay safe, we’ll find you soon,” the man said,

“I’m not leaving you,” the boy protested.

“Yes you are,” the woman spoke “Look, our little brother, we’d break if you got hurt, which you already are, or worse died, so leave, you’ve helped us so much already,”

“Okay… but promise you won’t leave me,” the boy squeaked.

“We promise,” the older two said in unison. 

The boy ran off, slipping through fights and flying arrows, hiding behind the legs of horses and men much larger than himself. He eventually reached the end of the battlefield. He hid behind a boulder, just inside a cave and curled in on himself. Time passed, potentially hours, potentially days, nobody came. The boy was all alone, crying when he was awake, forced to see terrors while he was asleep, or at least that’s what Tubbo thought he was seeing. 

“I’m so sorry that happened to you kid,” Tubbo whispered to himself.

A couple of days passed for the kid before anyone found him, it wasn’t his sister or his brother, and that thought made Tubbo’s heart ache, because if it wasn’t them who was it. It was a man he recognised, a man he recognised, why did he recognise him? It was Philza, sure much much younger, but he had the same hair, same eyes and same sadness behind his eyes. 

“Hey kid,” Philza whispered “You’re gonna be okay,”

“Where are my brother and sister?” the kid demanded.

“We don’t know, we think they passed,”

“NO!” the boy started to cry “THEY PROMISED THEY’D FIND ME, THEY PROMISED,”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry kid,”

“BUT- BUT- But they promised..”

Tubbo started to slowly cry, this kids brother and sister were dead from war and Philza was the one to tell him, and he didn’t bother sugar coating it to a little kid, Philza picked the kid up and lulled him to sleep before walking out to a basecamp and getting a truck to come and pick them up so they could go back to town.

Once they had arrived, the boy woke up. Philza smiled and gave him some water, the smile was false, a nicety, but what were you supposed to do when a kid loses someone, lie? No that would be far too cruel, even the man who took Pac’s leg wasn’t that cruel, and what Tubbo was watching right then was far from unkind, Philza, although sad, was kid and caring for this kid, barely a teenager if that, the boy looked to be severely underweight and fatigued but he kept crying out for his brother and sister. 

Tubbo woke up, breathing heavily. Pac and Roier were both staring at him with heavy concern, but he shrugged them off, not wanting to talk about what he had just seen, he didn’t feel like he'd slept at all, he felt restless, tired, the same way he’d felt before trying to sleep if not worse. Roier was about to say something but a knock at the door rang through the room. 

Roier got up slowly and cracked it open to reveal Fit and Cellbit, everything dropped the breath they held, without even knowing they held it. Cellbit walked in and dumped everything on the floor in front of Tubbo before immediately running to Pac and hugging him, whispering in Portuguese about what he’d learnt, Pac started crying. Tubbo was confused, Roier was confused and Fit was stressed.

“What-” Tubbo began to ask.

“Just make your fucking machine so we can get out of here,” Fit snapped.

“Alright then,” Tubbo mumbled.

Roier spoke to Cellbit in Spanish, ignoring the protests that nobody else could understand but he didn’t care, and upon learning that Mike and Felps were going to die he told Tubbo, despite Pac’s protests, despite Fit’s protests and despite Cellbit’s protests. 

“That wasn’t your place to say Roier,” Pac threatened.

“He has a right to know,”

“He’s a killer-” Cellbit cut himself off.

“YOU ARE TOO, do I have to remind you of your past,”

“Oh my gosh, he heard me,”

“Already knew, I heard you and Fit last night talking about me,”

“Oh, is that why there’s four hunters now?”

“Yep, sorry,”

Chapter Text

Fit and Cellbit had decided not to talk to Tubbo, they were both pissed because while they did currently know two of the killers, they didn’t know the others and that was dangerous. Roier felt bad for Tubbo, but he also felt bad for even mentioning Cellbit’s past, although Cellbit was out of line. Tubbo didn’t really care about them, he began searching through his supplies and found which pieces to start with. Pac watched, almost in awe, as Tubbo worked, admiring his skill. 

Fit and Cellbit spoke quietly, not allowing anyone, even Roier, even Pac to hear, which honestly shocked Tubbo because whenever Roier went to listen, they’d shut up, it was strange almost as if they were killers too but they wouldn’t be, they couldn’t be, could they. 

“Do we know any of the other two killers?” Tubbo asked suddenly.

“No,” Cellbit deadpanned “We do not,”

“We’re not sure, but are you?” Tubbo rephrased.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t believe you are telling me, Pac or Roier the full truth, you haven’t spoken to anybody but Fit since returning, you know stuff,”

“We got you, your little toys, now shut up,” Fit barked.

“These little toys are what’s going to get us out of here,”

“NO, THEY AREN’T,” Cellbit yelled “What they call for help but what else, what if help can’t come?”

“We’ve survived this far,”

“OH WOW, THREE DAYS DOWN, WE AREN’T EVEN HALF WAY,”

“Shh, we are actively being hunted. If you want to argue, do it quietly,” Pac commented.

“Oh, please I know all of you can survive, have you seen your professions?” Tubbo remarked.

“But can you survive?” 

“I don’t know, but, that’s my problem,” 

“You don’t get it Tubbo, it’s a problem for all of us," 

“Why?”

“We can’t say or the guy will punish us,”

“For fucks sake, I already know about it why can’t you just tell me the full story now,”

“Because there is stuff you don’t know about, stuff I didn’t tell Fit,”

“Like what?”

“I can’t say,” 

“Tubbo stop asking, unless you specifically get permission from the voice, stop,” Pac stated.

“Then why am I your problem, it’s not like you had to team with me,”

“Ugh you just don’t get it, and if we have to run away you’ll slow us down, you don’t know how to fight,”

“I don’t think I’m the one slowing us down,”

“Woah, low fucking blow,” Pac commented.

“I’ve saved your life, be fucking grateful,”

“I didn’t ask you to,”

“Fit did, he was so fucking scared of losing you,”

“Shut up Tubbo, you don’t know what you are on about,” Fit yelled in a whisper.

“Don’t treat me like a child, I’m not one,”

“You are twenty,” Cellbit deadpanned.

“Exactly I’m an adult,”

"You can’t even drink yet,” Fit protested.

“What? Yes I can, legal drinking age is eighteen,”

“It’s twenty-one,”

“Look maybe-”

“Just work on your fucking machines so we can leave,” Roier snapped “I’m taking a nap,”

Tubbo began to lay out all his pieces of metal, and slowly began attaching them, and he did temporally try to connect the microwave, that Fit had collected, to a cell tower but to no avail. He’d try again later. Pac writhed in pain, Fit tending to his needs as best he could but there was very little he could actually do besides give him a rag to scream into. Roier went to sleep, Cellbit at his side, because although they were both pissed at the other, they were still in love. 

Time passed, Cellbit had fallen asleep, Pac had fallen asleep, Roier hadn’t woken up and all that was left was Fit and Tubbo. Tubbo was starting to get tired himself but he kept working, or at least that was until Fit sat next to him and he attempted to hide his work. Fit seemed agitated at this but didn’t say a word, instead opting to go to sleep himself. Tubbo kept awake, because while he wouldn’t categorise his previous dream as a nightmare, it still wasn’t pleasant and he didn’t want to go through it again, besides his machine needed to be built. Tubbo allowed everyone to sleep the entire night, keeping watch by himself; it was oddly peaceful, when all he could think about were his daughter and boyfriend. He often found himself smiling before his cruel reality showed its face once more.

Cellbit woke up first, he seemed pissed, Tubbo just shrugged it off, not caring, besides the man had a full night's sleep. Why should he be mad at Tubbo? Pac was the next to wake, he curled himself into Fit’s chest more upon realising the man wasn’t awake, craving comfort as his leg continued to throb, and while he could exactly feel it anymore, there was definitely psychological pain, pain that he’d have to get sorted out. Roier and Fit woke up shortly after, Fit almost crushing Pac as he woke but just barely not. Roier went over to the group’s food and searched the bags of snacks, they’d have to get more soon, sure maybe it would’ve lasted two people or barely three five days, but they’d still have to ration it, but for them it would last about two with rations. 

“Tubbo, why didn’t you wake anyone up when you went to sleep?” Cellbit confronted “You could’ve killed us all,”

“I didn’t,”

“We know you didn’t but why, that was dangerous?” Pac asked.

“I didn’t go to sleep, stayed awake all night,”

“Tubbo!” Roier scolded “That’s incredibly bad for you,”

“He’s a grown man, let him do what he wants to,” Cellbit said.

“It’s bad for us too, if he’s exhausted he won’t be able to run if we need to escape,”

“Look I’m fine, made some progress on the machine, not much as I didn’t want to wake you guys with the noise,”

“You still need to sleep though,” Roier protested.

“NO!” Tubbo yelled almost immediately.

“What’s wrong with sleeping?” Fit asked “Do you not trust us?”

“No, I don’t fucking trust you, but that’s not the issue,”

“Then what is?” Pac asked.

“I don’t want to say,”

“Tell us,” Cellbit pressured “Because right now secrets could be the difference between life and death,”

“Bit rich from you,” 

“I’m not hiding anything,”

“Yet I think you are,”

“Tubbo, is it your dreams?” Roier asked.

“Yes,”

“I am a trained psychologist, I can help,”

“I am seeing this boy’s life, and quite frankly shit, and I don’t want to see it anymore,”

“How many nights has this gone on for?” 

“One…”

“Oh, so you don’t know if you’ll see it again,” Cellbit spoke “Just go to fucking bed,”

“Oh, easy for you to say, you have your fucking husband by your side, someone you trust and care about, where are the people I love? Outside! probably thinking I’ve abandoned them,”

“What difference does having my husband here have?”

“No, Cellbit he’s right,” Roier interrupted.

“What?”

“Having people, you find comfort in with you reduces your chance of nightmares and decreases your heart rate,”

“Still he’s going to sleep,” 

“I thought you didn’t care a minute ago?” Pac remarked.

“Well, Roier made a good fucking point of it affecting us too,”

“I’m not going to bed,”

“I will knock you out if I have to,”

“I will go to bed,”

Tubbo walked over to the area he had slept in the previous day, and lay down, the others watching his every move. Pac and Fit started to talk in a low mumble about life and some shit, whereas Cellbit kept a careful eye on Tubbo, not allowing any room for argument and forcing Tubbo to sleep. Roier went back to figuring out what food they’d need Fit and Cellbit to collect. 

As his mind pulled him into the dream, Tubbo tried to fight but ultimately failed. He recognised the same boy, instead with a scar across his eye and his eye a pale shade of grey. The boy appeared to be older, standing in an officer’s uniform, he was sitting praying to someone, anyone, when he was interrupted by a young woman.

“The war has ended sir,” she spoke clearly.

“Our prayers have been answered, by who I don’t know but answered they have been,”

The woman left him and something in Tubbo’s dream shifted, he was shifted into the future, a small calendar indicating the year, a year later than the one in his tent. The boy was drawing up plans, they appeared to be like missiles or nukes, not that Tubbo would know much about them, sure Cellbit had said he did but this boy clearly knew more, Tubbo watched as the boy exploded his nukes, testing them on empty sites, where nobody would be, each time praying that he wouldn’t catch anyone.

The boy isolated himself, not leaving his lab for months at a time. Nobody got through, nobody, the boy kept building, he designed a robot, giving it functions, such as the one to find his siblings, Tubbo’s heart ached at the sight of that note, and to protect them, he also gave it the function that in the circumstance of his death, if he had any loved ones to care for them, and he allowed the loved ones list to be edited, the machine was sent out to find his siblings, come home empty-handed multiple times. 

The boy was tired, that much was clear, he cried himself to sleep most nights, gasping for breath, his machines kept getting more and more complicated, he even updated his robot many times, including creating an entirely new dimension to store precious things and people, how the boy did this Tubbo didn’t know but it sure was impressive, or at least Tubbo thought so.

“Find them?” the boy asked his machine.

“Negative,”

“FUCK!”

“Do you wish for me to leave?”

“No, stay, I need to update you,”

“What update?”

“I’m going to give you emotions,”

“Why?”

“So, you are like me,”

“Oh,” 

“It is so when my sister and brother meet you they don’t immediately get frightened,”

“Would Bagi and Cellbit not be frightened by a machine knowing them?” the machine asked.

“I forgot about that, yeah I’ll give you a thicker metal to protect your hard drives, and wires, and complicated computer codes, because Bagi will just smash your head in,”

“Ms Bagi sounds strong,”

“Last time I saw her she was,”

“When was that?”

“On the battlefield, six years ago,”

Tubbo’s heart panged, six years without seeing his brother or sister, who were fucking Bagi and Cellbit, wow this poor boy, Tubbo wondered if he ever saw them again, although he supposes the next time he goes to sleep he’d find out, although he’d try to prevent that as much as possible.

A sharp knock came at the boy’s door. The boy walked slowly over to the door to an angry looking man.

“YOU CAN’T BE BUILDING THESE MACHINES,”

“Why not?”

“IT’S WITCHCRAFT!”

“But it’s building?”

“IF YOUR MACHINES AREN’T GONE BY SUNRISE IN TWO DAYS I’LL CHASE YOU AND YOUR LITTLE ROBOT OUT OF THIS TOWN MYSELF,”

“Okay, okay, they’ll be gone,”

“Good, and that includes the robot,”

“What?” the boy protested “No please, this is the one thing-”

“I don’t care,” the man cut him off. 

“Yes sir,”

The boy walked back inside and Tubbo’s vision went dark. Once his vision returned he saw the boy crafting a new design, something to wipe his memory of a specific thing, he threw away all his machines except the robot and set it free to find Bagi and Cellbit, only to return once both were found, he placed the machine on his head and set it to work, the boy immediately began screaming in pain, blood rushing out of his nose and his eyes unable to open. 

After about three minutes of continuous screaming, he yanked it off his head, threw his blueprints in the bin, and destroyed his final machine. His head was bruised and bleeding but he didn’t care, he just wanted to know what was so important that he had to forget it. Tubbo woke up screaming.

Chapter Text

“Shut up,” Cellbit shouted, shutting Tubbo up.

“Sorry,” Tubbo apologised.

He immediately began to work on his machines, listening carefully as the others spoke about him in various languages, Fit was nowhere to be seen, apparently having gone to search for supplies, not that Tubbo cared. The machine was coming along nicely, but if the voice thing saw it at this point then it wouldn’t look like a leg any more as he needed more body for it. They needed to get to one of the areas with no cameras, the basement, the attic, or the boiler room. 

“You had a little brother?” Tubbo asked Cellbit.

“Huh, how did you know that?”

“Um.. my dreams, I see a little boy going through life, you and Bagi were his older siblings, in the war,”

“So, you had the dream again?” Roier asked.

“Yeah, so what’s his name?”

“You haven’t figured it out by now?” Cellbit asked, “It hasn’t been said in any of your dreams?”

“Nope, so?”

“I- I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in a very long time, years even, well I have but I haven’t at the same time, he got his memory wiped, like you, and he doesn’t remember me,”

“Oh…” Tubbo said, “I’m sorry, after we get out I’m making Pac a leg but I’m also going to hopefully make a machine to reverse my memory wipe, so maybe you could use it on him too?”

“That- that would be nice,” 

“Also, um… we need a room without cameras,” Tubbo whispered. 

“Why?”

“This won’t look like a leg for much longer,”

“Shit okay,”

“Speak up, I’ll give the killers your location if I can’t hear you,”

“Sorry, Mr. Voice please don’t,” Tubbo begged.

“More like it Mr Rule Breaker,”

“I’m sorry,”

“Don’t care, just be sensible you are playing with your and other’s lives here,”

Tubbo kept building the machine, attempting to make it in the shape of a leg as much as possible, which was not very much considering it had an entirely different function. Pac still writhed in pain, it had been a while since he had lost his leg but he was in agony, even Fit when he lost his arm wasn’t in this much pain, to be fair to Pac, Fit was rushed to the hospital right away and they managed to get him a new arm almost immediately. Fit was still internally panicking because he didn’t know how to help Pac if he’d had his leg amputated professionally and was dealing with Phantom pain or the rubbing of a prosthetic, he could help but because he had a botched surgery, done by an engineer not a doctor, Fit was of no use to Pac.

Roier was upset, sure the whole situation was a mess, but it was more than that, his relationship with Tubbo, everyone’s relationship with Tubbo, it was messing with him, because well, he knew a little bit more than everyone else, everyone was put in this mansion because they knew Tubbo, not because they were dangerous but because Tubbo was. The truth was when this figure Cucurucho approached Roier with the idea he immediately rejected it, stating how bad of an idea it was, he saw the list of people, himself and Cellbit included, although he was promised that they would survive, some people here have had one interaction with Tubbo, others related to him, it made no sense to him, the people they picked, the way the picked them, it was all illogical. 

Cellbit paced the room, Roier had attempted to speak to him about something before Tubbo woke but the voice thing stopped him, apparently none of them were allowed to talk about his past anymore, because of what happened last time. They could only talk about him in the present, which meant they were essentially talking shit about him. 

“Okay what’s the plan of action, I’m fed up of just waiting,” Pac suddenly spoke up.

“All you can do is wait,” Cellbit deadpanned.

“That’s fair but-”

“But what, Pac?” Cellbit cut “There is nothing we can do, if Tubbo’s machine fails, which there is a fucking high chance of-”

“Tubbo’s machine?” the voice asked “You mean Pac’s leg,”

“Yes, Pac’s leg, if Pac’s leg fails, then you are stuck waiting this fucking thing out,”

“I get that but-”

“But what Pac, do you want to go out and fight Mike, be my fucking guest,”

“What?”

“He’s one of the killers, you know that,”

“No, I didn’t, you said you saw him crying, you didn’t say why,”

“No, I said he was the killer,”

“Who else do you know?” 

“Felps,”

“Who else?” Pac stressed.

“I don’t know anyone else,”

“No, you do, I think Tubbo’s right, I think you’re lying,”

“I’m not,”

“Does it matter?” Tubbo asked “We know he’s lying, but we don’t know why, it’s one of two things, he’s the killer, which he would’ve killed us already, or…”

“Or he’s helping the games,” Roier finished Tubbo’s sentence.

“Yeah,”

“I’m not, I promise I’m not,”

“Your word means nothing Cellbit,” Pac spat, “Remember prison?”

“Don’t bring that up,”

“You are so lucky the surgeons were able to reattach my limb,”

“Why? You lost it again, it’s almost as if you were bound to be an amputee,”

“Shut the fuck up,” Fit spat “Don’t you dare talk to him like that,”

“Oh, boo fucking hoo Fit, you’ve heard that he went to prison, ever wonder why?”

“ENOUGH!” a voice shouted from the door.

“Mikey?” Pac asked.

“You lost your leg again?” 

“Yeah… Philza,”

“Oh, Pac,”

“I’m okay, don’t worry, but you… you’re the killer,”

“I am, one of four,” 

“Who, please, tell us,”

“Me, Felps, Baghera, and… Cellbit,”

“So, I was right, you did know, you fucking bastard,” Tubbo spoke up, “But- why haven’t you killed us, unless you want us to survive, which surely Roier, but you don’t care about me, or Fit, not really Pac but I suppose there is a little connection, you feel guilty don’t you?”

“So, what if I do?” 

“Gatinho, why didn’t you tell me,” Roier asked.

Cellbit decided not to answer anything else, despite the group’s varying questions, we’ll all except Tubbo. Pac and Mike mumbled to each other in Portuguese, Cellbit ignored this to give them privacy, instead choosing to go into the hallway to be greeted by Felps and Baghera. 

“You have less than a day left alive,” Tubbo suddenly said. 

“Go to sleep, figure some shit out about yourself, and then gaslight yourself into thinking it isn’t you,” Cellbit spat. 

“Wait what?” 

Cellbit hit him over the head, and with that, he collapsed.

Tubbo didn’t fight his dream this time, he was exhausted upon all his new realisations and was honestly getting weak physically, the amount of food that they had was minimal and he’d been eating less so Pac could get more. 

The boy had grown a lot, and did look a lot like him, Cellbit’s words definitely didn’t play over in his mind. He was hugging a guy who looked like Fred, scratch that, a guy who was Fred, Fred his boyfriend. Hugging this guy, in the place they had their first date, on the day of their first date, did Fred cheat on him right from the beginning? 

Time passed, and the boy sat on his bed, in the federation office, so he was Tubbo’s co-worker at one point, crying, sobbing, balling his eyes out. He was whispering to himself, telling himself that it would be okay but Tubbo could tell the boy didn't believe it. 

“He’ll be found, he will, it just needs time,”

Time passed again, and it was the boy facing Aypierre, the guy who kidnapped Fred. He didn’t remember Fred ever being kidnapped but apparently it happened and there was nothing he could do about it. He faced Aypierre in a fight. A sword fight, Pierre’s terms. 

The boy swung, Pierre blocked, he swung higher, Pierre ducked, he swung lower, Pierre jumped. Their swords clashed, the boy forcing Pierre’s over his head, which was difficult considering Pierre was taller than the boy. The pressure eventually knocked the sword out of Pierre’s hand, and it caused him to fall over, the boy leaning over him, holding his sword to Pierre’s neck. 

Fred’s safety didn’t last long, a couple of months later, as seen by the date in the corner of Tubbo’s dream, which was always there, he was kidnapped again, and this time he was comforted by Niki Nihachu, she was incredibly kind to him, caring for him, allowing him to be depressed without failing his basic needs, she helped. That was until the federation sent him a message.

“YOU KNOW WHERE HE IS?” the boy screamed.

“NO, well I mean- I do,”

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?”

“He’s with Quackity,”

“Quackity kidnapped him…” the boy’s voice went incredibly low.

“Yes- but he-”

“I don’t fucking care, Niki,” he spat, “You sat here and pretended to care, pretended to be my friend,”

“I AM YOUR FRIEND, AND I DO CARE,”

“THEN WHY THE FUCK, WOULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?” 

The boy stormed off, Tubbo didn’t see how he got Fred back, but he was sure glad he did, otherwise, he would’ve never been able to date Fred. 

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Cellbit stood still, and everyone turned to look at him, knocking Tubbo out might not have been the best course of action but it was his only choice, Tubbo had to learn about himself. Mike grabbed his arm and pulled him away, whispering frantically in Portuguese to him, although he didn’t listen. The group had around an hour or so left before they’d die, everyone there knew it, and hopefully Tubbo would sleep through it. Cellbit didn’t want to deal with dying and a grieving Tubbo realising that his brother was actively dying. 

Fit had rushed over to Tubbo and began checking him for head injuries, which he was bound to have but hopefully not a serious one, Roier was frozen, unsure of what to do, and Pac was screaming in pain, now that he had realised none of the current killers would kill him, he could. Everyone had turned to look at him, but he didn’t care, he was gripping his leg? Stump? Whatever he could call it at this point and crying. It hurt, like hell and none of them knew what it was like, none of them except Fit. 

Fit wrapped his arms around Pac, allowing his partner to bury his head in his shoulder and sob. He knew that losing a limb hurt like hell, he had hoped the makeshift surgeries Tubbo had done on Pac would reduce his pain but not, it just prevented him from dying. 

“Have any of you guys killed, like at all?” Roier asked.

“Yeah, we all have,” Mike responded “I got Foolish, Cellbit got Antoine, Felps got Lenay and Baghera got Rivers,”

“Why? What’s your motivation to kill?” Fit asked.

“Richarlyson,” Felps answered.

“Pomme,” Baghera added.

“The voice guy threatened us with their deaths, and well.. Tubbo’s,”

“Okay, I’ve had enough, why the fuck is Tubbo the centre of all of this?” Fit asked, “And why do you all know why?”

“You know the story I told you about Tubbo well, um…” Cellbit began to say, “It’s more complicated, everyone here plays a part, including you, me and Bagi are his siblings, Philza saved him from the war and hunger games, Quackity and Aypierre kidnapped his boyfriend, Niki gaslit him about his boyfriend and not knowing Quackity, to be fair to her she had a reason but yeah, Pac, Mike, Felps and I were in prison with him…”

“HOLD ON PRISON, YOU NEVER MENTIONED PRISON,”

“Yeah, I know, I saw that he was listening at that point, I just never mentioned anything, then after he got released, no sorry before that, when he was building the nukes, he met Luzu and they worked on them together, but Tubbo stole them, hid them away and pretended he didn’t know where they were, Luzu found out and um… got pissed off, he attempted to kill Tubbo, Tubbo fought back, and well yeah, Luzu got back up, Marriana and Foolish, they helped him because they got paid, I believe, it was very messy, Tubbo ended up in the ICU, for a long time,”

“Where do I come in? Like I don’t remember him at all?”

“Um…”

“Just fucking tell me Cellbit,”

“Pac?”

“Fucking fine, go on then force the injured man to tell his boyfriend the one thing he said he’d never tell him,” Pac complained.

“What did I do?”

“That’s the thing, you were one of the only people not to negatively affect him, but… Tubbo’s whole life is a science experiment, controlled by the federation, everything,”

“So that means?”

“Even though he lost his memory he still carries positive or negative connotations with people, meaning the federation were testing how people’s deaths affected him,”

“And their betrayals?” 

“Exactly,” Cellbit smiled “But, um… you and him, were close, like best friends close, you were there when he built Creation actually, and you helped him wipe his memory of Creation, and then he helped wipe yours even after forgetting what he was wiping,”

“Okay and why can’t I remember any of this?”

“The machine he made to wipe your memories created false memories in their place, and um… yours malfunctioned and nearly killed you, he felt guilty so he came to me,” Pac sighed “And begged that I help you since we were friends from prison, I agreed, and um… we began to work together, the false memories of you being a mercenary, well that only truly started two years ago, not seven,”

“What?” Fit’s head hurt, filling with memories he didn’t know that he had.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry Fit,”

“Was it all an act?” 

“What?”

“Was the whole ‘falling in love with me’ an act?” 

“No, não, não, never- it was never an act, please believe me,”

“I um… don’t know if I can,”

“NO! Please Fit, Peço-vos por favor,” (I am begging you please,)

“What happened next?” Fit asked, ignoring Pac.

“Hunger Games, Philza was there with him, Missa was too, he was training Philza to kill him, so negative connotations I believe,” Mike had taken over the explanation seeing as Pac was crying and Cellbit was speaking in Spanish to Roier, “His trainer was Jaiden and BadBoyHalo, but Bad just told him he was going to die, and didn’t bother, he was also in the war but that’s not important, Jaiden spent her time preparing him trying to get him to survive when she succeeded she was rewarded, but she made no effort to ever see Tubbo again, which you know pissed him off,”

“Well yeah, how did Tubbo know everyone else?”

“Well, I don’t know everyone’s connections to him, but what I do know is that his relationship with Fred and Sunny is real, despite it being fake in the beginning, Fred confessed his actual love for Tubbo,”

“Another question, why would us knowing him result in our deaths?”

“That’s the thing, we were always planned to die here,”

“What?”

“His whole life has been an experiment right?”

“Yeah?”

“This was one of the final experiments, to see how he dealt with trauma, after this, he’d regain all his memories, and they’d test to see how he’d deal with that, whether he’d commit suicide or be incredibly depressed, or whatever he did,”

“So, there was never any chance of escape?”

“Not really,” Roier spoke up, “But I really wanted to, I wanted to live with Cellbit and Richas and Pepito, our kids, and be in Tubbo’s life,”

“So, the Federation has mandated this, to what? Kill us all to test his emotions?”

“Essentially but, Cellbit…”

“I saw the Federation’s plans, some of us were supposed to die here, and others have a fifty-fifty shot of whether we die or not,” Cellbit answered.

“Okay, so who has a chance of survival?”

“You, Pac, Roier, I did but not anymore, Mike but not anymore, Bagi, Felps but not anymore, Mouse, Foolish, WillyRex, German and Niki,” 

“But Niki is already dead?”

“Yes, not everyone who had a chance of survival is still alive, it’s a chance,”

“But Tubbo was always planned to survive this right?”

“Yes, what’s your point here?”

“Do we know exactly how Philza and Missa died?”

“Yes,”

“How?”

“Poisonous gas,” Roier answered, “It filled the room they were in,”

“Would the voice guy set off the poisonous gas if somebody was in the room with them who wasn’t a killer?” 

“I don’t know, why?”

“Because hypothetically, we can wait right, Tubbo can build his stupid machine, call for help and we can keep Cellbit, Felps, Mike, and Baghera safe until we can escape,”

“I think he’d just get fed up after enough time,”

“We can still try, can’t we?”

“It’s a good enough idea,” Mike smiled, “And it might save Pac the trouble of going to the underworld to drag my ass out of it,”

“Not funny,” Pac deadpanned, eyes still wet from tears.

“You do know most people are dead right?” Baghera asked, “I don’t think people realise just how many people Philza and Missa killed, and um… I’ve also killed quite a few,”

“So, who’s left?” Roier asked.

“Us, Tina and Bagi,”

“WHAT?” Roier shouted, “How have so many people died?”

“Philza and Missa went on a killing spree, I don’t know what to say,”

“Wait but, Cellbit said Tina wasn’t on the list of potential survivors,” Pac pointed out.

“No, she wasn’t,” Cellbit’s tone softened, “I don’t suppose anybody here has any ideas of how to save her?”

“The same way we are saving your ass,” Fit commented, “Leaving her completely surrounded by people that the Federation don’t want dead,”

The group split off, Roier sat in a room with Cellbit and Baghera, Pac sat in a room with Felps and Mike while Fit went wandering around the mansion to find Tina and Bagi, Tubbo was left in the room with Pac, Mike, and Felps. 

Tubbo’s dream wasn’t quick to end this time, he’d seen the boy go through so much so far, war, loneliness, being forced to destroy his machines, prison, the kidnapping of Fred, hunger games, and so much, he felt like his dreams would never end, but why was he watching this one boy, he’d seen Fit at one point but that was when he saw Pac for the second time, the boy was asking Pac to look after Fit, it was all very confusing. 

The boy walked to a mirror, Tubbo saw his face reflected inside, he watched as his movements were copied by the boy, and vice versa. The boy had been working for the federation for a while now, a year or so if the calendar in his dreams was right, it all felt disorientating, he’d seen his friends, his enemies so many times, impact this poor boy’s life, only to now see himself in the boy. Cellbit’s earlier words kept ringing in his mind, they had seventy-five hours remaining, how Tubbo knew that he wasn’t sure, all time was warped both in and out of the dream, Cellbit, Mike, Felps, and Baghera were all dead by this point, and slowly everyone else left alive would die a painful death. 

It’s you

It’s you 

It’s you

It’s you

It’s you

The words felt wrong but the realisation felt right, the boy was him, all along, Cellbit had even said the words right to his face, he was Cellbit’s brother, he was Bagi’s brother, he was Fit’s best friend, and he was Pac and Mike’s cellmate, he was Luzu’s co-scientist and he was Roier’s boss for a while before he worked for the federation, and he was Tubbo, he wasn’t a mafia boss, or a mercenary, a detective or an inspector or a private investigator, he wasn’t an aristocrat, but he was Tubbo. An ex-nuclear scientist, an ex-convict, an engineer, a best friend, a cellmate, a brother, a boyfriend, a dad, and a friend to some of the most powerful people in the world. He was all of that but it still didn’t answer him as to why he was there in the first place. 

Tubbo woke from his dreams screaming, Mike immediately rushed to his side, attempting to calm him down. This however made Tubbo feel no better as he was under the assumption that Mike was dead, and immediately ran to Pac saying his apologies, and saying that he wished they didn’t end up like how they had.

“Tubbo!” Pac stressed, “You are okay, you are alive, we are all alive,”

“What?”

“Fit figured out a way to keep the others alive,”

“Oh wow, okay, well um… where are they?”

“All in different rooms,”

“Fit?”

“I don’t know,”

“How do you not know where your boyfriend is?”

“He broke up with me,”

“What the hell?” Tubbo complained, “Why’d he do it while I was asleep, I would’ve beat his arse for breaking up with you,”

“Thanks, Tubbo but he found out everything, do you know everything now or are there still blanks in your memory?”

“I know everything, the boy in my dreams was me, you and I were in prison together and yeah I know everything, except why we are here in the first place,”

“Oh, you’re missing out on the most important part,”

“Well tell me,” 

“Your whole life is a science experiment,” Felps deadpanned, “What? Pac wouldn’t have said it quick enough, or at all and you all know it,”

“What?”

“Tubbo, I’m so…” Pac tried to apologise.

“Everything?”

“Yes,”

“Were any of you ever my friend or was it all planned?”

“Yes, it was planned, except we didn’t know it, they messed with our neurons and shit, but I’m still your friend now and if both you and Fit left me in one day and I lost my leg, I don’t know if I could make it,”

“Fit hasn’t left you, dumbass, he’s just figuring things out,” Mike said. 

“So, what do we do now?” Tubbo asked.

“You keep building your machine,” 

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5 hours remaining: 

The group rushed to grab every item they could hold, every item they could need, not daring to leave a single one of the ex-hunters, or the current ones, alone in a room for any reason. Their deaths were still a threat even after seventy hours of discovery.

 Cellbit held weapons, storing them in pockets and shoes and whatnot. Roier carried food, ensuring they could survive for a short while if their escape was a couple of days wait. Tubbo finished his machine a while ago, and with Fit was recording several messages, one to the emergency services, one to the Federation, and one to the general public via news stations. Felps and Mike were working on getting Pac to stand and being his human crutches to help him move swiftly. Baghera, Bagi, and Tina were collecting any medical supplies they could. 

“Has anyone got water?” Tina asked.

“Nope!” Roier answered, “Can one of you guys carry some, we can lose a few bandages and we won’t die,”

“Sure,” Bagi answered. 

68 hours remaining:

The group were stuck on what to do, sure Tubbo was finishing up his machine, but everyone else didn’t have a plan of action, most people were dead and there wasn’t much that they could do. 

Pac had passed out, again, and Mike was panicking over him, while simultaneously being calmed down by Cellbit, Felps, and Fit, although it wasn’t really working. Roier and Tina were talking about their extremely different experiences here in the mansion, and Bagi and Baghera just sat next to each other, cleaning each other’s wounds. 

“Shit-” Bagi cursed.

“Sorry, did that hurt?”

“Yeah but don’t worry, I know you can’t help it,”

12 hours remaining :

Cellbit’s game plan was in action, everyone, besides himself and Tubbo, was asleep, giving them a chance to rest before they needed to escape which could be an extremely exhausting ordeal. Tubbo hadn’t slept in a concerning amount of time but Cellbit wasn’t going to interfere. 

The plan was as follows, everyone carries supplies, Tubbo calls for help, they rush to the attic, where the voice thing can’t see them, try to break through the roof and climb out and hopefully get teleported out by someone who hears Tubbo’s distress call, at this point they didn’t care where, if they weren’t being actively hunted was all they cared about, and besides the rotations of killers had been switched so many times by now, everyone had been picked, everyone except Tubbo, so a rule was formed, nobody leaves the group, nobody ditches Tubbo for any reason, unless they have a death wish and by all means go ahead, which was supposed to be a joke but it felt real. 

“IT’S DONE!” Tubbo yelled.

“Really? That’s brilliant, now we just need to get it to the attic,” Cellbit smiled.

“Yep, but I have a feeling the voice guy won’t let us do that easily,”

54 hours remaining : 

The voice guy had yelled at the group, informing them that their escape plan would never work, not that it put them off trying. A new group of killers had been selected, Fit, Bagi, Roier, and Tina, Tubbo and Pac being the only two unpicked so far and hopefully, that would remain. This meant that nobody but Pac, who was unable to move on his own, could leave Tubbo, or Tubbo leave Pac but it was still very unlikely that it was going to be required.

Everyone was sitting around eating some last rations before they inevitably died, they had no plan and nothing to do, the voice was watching and listening to their every conversation, no matter what language they spoke in, they were screwed. There was nothing they could do but wait out the seven days or die trying, there was nobody left to kill them, sure Richarlyson and Pomme and Ramon and Sunny were all at risk here but hopefully Sunny was safe with Fred, Pomme was safe with her babysitter and Ramon would be safe in his bunker, with Richas. That was the hope anyway, and hopefully, someone would find Ramon and Richas and get them into foster care, but Fit didn’t voice these worries.

“We are so fucked,” Tubbo laughed.

“I just hope Richas is okay,” Pac frowned, “I don’t know what I can do but I want him safe,”

“I want Ramon safe too, they are currently or should still be in the bunker together, they’ll figure out something’s wrong, and if they don’t there’s enough food in there for five years I believe,” 

32 hours remaining:

The group desperately needed a plan, but nobody could come up with one. Some people had accepted death, but Pac and others like Cellbit kept desperately trying to find a way out, to be honest, Cellbit wasn’t really trying to escape desperately, but he wanted his husband to. No matter how many plans he formed in his mind, they didn’t make it out. Except one, which got his husband out, got Pac out, got Tubbo out, got Bagi out, got Baghera out, but he couldn’t guarantee Fit, Mike, Felps, himself, or Tina. 

The plan was as follows, everyone went to an area where the voice guy couldn’t hear them or see them, Tubbo had said there were only three places, and they couldn’t go into the basement anymore, the voice guy had filled it with toxic gas, they couldn’t go to the boiler room, it didn’t fit them all, so the only place they could go was the attic, but that was locked and heavily guarded, himself and Fit, because they were probably the only two who were able to kill, both mentally and physically, would fend off the eye workers, which only Cellbit currently knew about, he hadn’t told the group about them yet, because well, they hadn’t attacked them, which he was still curious about, because the voice guy could’ve sent them to kill the killers who failed but it didn’t. Then they help everyone inside the attic, set Pac down somewhere, who would have to be carried, which was a pain, let Tubbo get set up with his machine, and send out their location, hopefully, there would be a skylight that they could smash through, otherwise they might have to cut through the roof, which would be almost impossible with the materials they had if they managed to then everyone would get onto the roof, and hopefully there would be a way to jump down but Cellbit doubted it considering the mansion was six stories tall, and they had a Pac with them. They’d had to wait for a helicopter or something, but that would take a while, so himself and two others would have to cause a distraction, he imagined Fit and Mike, ’d run around the mansion fighting off the eye workers and creating as much noise as possible, Tina wasn’t going to survive, he knew that he couldn’t save her, he’d seen the others die, Philza and Missa didn’t kill everyone, they physically couldn’t, in the people who were supposed to die was a contraption, built by Tubbo himself, that connected to their hearts, it saved people, kept their hearts beating while they were sick, but could also be used as a weapon, a weapon to kill, because it could be turned off and even if the person was incredibly healthy, it would stop their heart, he knew Tina had one of these.

“I have a plan,” Cellbit announced. 

“What is it?” Felps asked.

“First I need to tell you guys something, there are workers called eye workers, they are all around the building, set out to kill us, I don’t know why they haven’t already which means this plan is risky,”

4 hours remaining: 

Everyone rushed through the mansion, Fit at the front, guided by Bagi who had recognised the entire layout of the building before arriving at the “party” just in case, it’s how she had survived so long. Cellbit stayed at the back, knife in hand, ready to kill just in case, so far they’d only encountered one eye worker, which Tubbo had killed with ease, which was scary considering he could barely remember himself. He hadn’t told the group the full plan, the plan where, Fit, Mike, Felps, and himself died, or told anyone that Tina would, but he would inform them later, well not Bagi or Tubbo or Baghera or Pac but if four of them survived that was better than none, even if they grieved. 

They reached the attic, to which Fit yanked on the door, it refused to open, so he kicked the door down, so far they’d made it through the house without much detection, which meant hell was coming for them if they didn’t have the distraction where Cellbit died. They all rushed inside, Pac being lifted the steps, and laid down once inside. After they had all settled for a while Cellbit grabbed Fit, Mike, and Felps to inform them of his true plan. 

“We are going to die, there is no way all of us survive, but I’m assuming you two want Pac to survive, I want Roier to survive and Felps, well you have a bigger chance of survival than us but I know you want Pac and Bagi to survive too,” Cellbit spoke. 

“What’s the plan then?” Fit asked, “I’ll die for Pac and I know all you will too,”

“You, me and Mike run through the mansion, creating noise and distractions so the eye workers come after us instead of here, which they have easy access to considering there is no door, Tubbo needs to send coordinates or something so you guys can get out,” Cellbit says addressing Felps, “You need to get everyone else into a helicopter or whatever comes to rescue you, give yourself up so they survive but you can survive, I’ll go to the bottom floor, I’m dead anyway, Fit you go to the third floor and Mike you go fifth, Mike has the highest chance between us three, he could hypothetically get out still, but Fit I don’t think either of us will make it,”

9 hours remaining:

Everyone had gathered as many resources as they could, preparing to make it through the mansion and to the attic, where hopefully Fit would be able to knock the locked door down, if not then they needed a new plan, gas could technically go off at any point if they got separated from Tubbo so they needed to be careful. A new group of killers were being chosen every few hours now, this time Pac, Mike, Felps, and Cellbit were all picked. Tina was anxiously playing with Bagi’s hair, Baghera was cursing in French, and none of them knew what she was saying but she didn’t care. 

Tubbo and Cellbit were both pacing around the room, neither of them speaking, but occasionally glazing at each other and nodding, signalling a shared understanding, although nobody else was quite sure what of. 

“When do we set off?” Baghera asked.

“I don’t know,” Bagi admitted. 

“In a few hours,” Tina answered. 

3 hours remaining: 

A new rotation of killers was about to be picked, the group anxiously waited for the names to be called, awaiting the ones they needed to protect. The voice called out the names, slowly, one by one, as it always did. Cellbit. Pause. Fit. Pause. Mike. Pause. Redacted. That meant only one thing, only the redacted killer heard their name, it was Cellbit, Fit, and Mike and everyone assumed Tubbo because well he hadn’t been the killer yet and this was all about him.

Everyone turned to Tubbo, glazing expectantly at him and he just shrugged and told them it wasn’t him, one of their group was lying, and the voice guy knew just how to stir them up while they made their escape attempt. 

“What the fuck, which one of you is redacted?” Baghera asked.

“How do we know it’s not you?” Tubbo asked.

“How do we know it's not you either, you are the whole reason we are here, so maybe it is,” she fired.

One hour remaining:

Footsteps came up the steps to the attic, Cellbit prepared his blade and held it out, he knew he would die today but he wouldn’t let Roier. The footsteps kept coming, slowly, until a certain French fighter came up, Etoiles, who they all thought was dead. 

“Putain! Les gens sont vivants?” he cursed. (What the fuck! People are alive?)

“Êtes-vous un tueur Etoiles?” Baghera asked. (Are you a killer Etoiles?)

“Oui, je suis un tueur,” he answered “Mais vous êtes vraiment vivants? Je suis seul depuis des jours,” (Yes I am a killer) (But you guys are alive? I’ve been alone for days)

“Well, um… this complicates things, Etoiles how are you alive?” Cellbit asked.

“You think Philza or the eye workers can kill me?” 

“Fair enough, anyway let’s continue the plan, I guess Etoiles is escaping with us,”

“ESCAPING?” 

“Shut up!” Tubbo scolded, “But yes, and well Cellbit has a plan,”

“Okay, Fit, Mike and I are going to leave the attic and cause a distraction, Felps is going to be ready to help us get out on time, you guys need to focus on getting Pac out,”

“Sure okay, how are we getting out though?” Bagi asked.

“I sent out a distress call, and I got a response, there is a helicopter coming to collect us, we need to get into the roof,” Tubbo answered.

“Let’s go then,” Mike commented, smashing the glass of the skylight as he spoke.

Suddenly alarms blared, Cellbit grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the attic, Fit following behind, the three screaming and hiding stuff, creating so much noise. 

The other portion of the group focused on getting Pac out, Bagi, Felps, and Tubbo lifted him to Etoiles, Baghera, and Tina on the roof, who helped him up, because while having one leg amputees are often able to move quite freely, Pac was new to being an amputee and was not very mobile. Eventually, everybody got to the roof and began to wait for the helicopter.

Cellbit had reached the ground floor and was ambushed by the eye workers, so far he’d killed five, and he currently had several bruises and cuts climbing his arms and legs. He released a breath when he felt a sharp cold object pierce his back, he’d been stabbed, oh well, lucky him. He slowly sank to the ground, unable to shout or even breathe as the dagger had pierced his lung. 

Fit wasn’t doing much better; he’d killed about twenty of them but his prosthetic arm was hanging off and he had a giant gash across his chest. He was currently fending off seven eye workers but one of them managed to get a sort of lasso or rope around his neck, his oxygen was getting cut off, he couldn’t breathe and his vision went in and out until he finally blacked out. His heart stopped shortly after, as they stabbed him for good measure. 

Mike was struggling, he doubted he would make it, in fact, he knew he wouldn’t but he also knew Cellbit gave him the top floor to fight so he had the highest chance to survive but he also knew Cellbit doubted it too. Mike had been shot about five times, in the arm but he still kept fighting, anything for Pac, eventually his blood loss started to take a toll on him, and the eye workers shot him in the heart as he was unable to block them any longer. 

The sound of helicopters arrived, and they landed on the flat rooftop, the paramedics inside immediately began treating Pac and helping Tubbo, Roier, Bagi, Baghera and Tina on board, they were about to reach for Etoiles hand to pull him up but eye workers suddenly appeared from the skylight. Etoiles and Felps looked at each other and nodded.

“Go without us,” they said to the paramedics.

The two immediately began fighting the eye workers and were soon overpowered and killed, the group watching as another one of their friends died, this time in front of their own eyes. The paramedics lifted the helicopter off of the roof and began to fly to the nearest hospital, despite the group’s protests that they still had friends inside. 

8760 hours past: 

Tubbo and Pac sat together on the beach, they were meeting up with Bagi, Roier, Baghera, and Tina soon but the two wanted to be alone for a little while longer. It was the anniversary of their friend’s deaths and it hit hard, sure they had their kids back. Tubbo had Sunny, Pac had Richas and Ramon, Roier had Bobby, Richas, and Pepito, Baghera had Pomme, Tina had Empanada and Bagi had Empanada and Richas but it wasn’t the same anymore. They’d lost co-parents and romantic partners and their kids were all old enough to recognise it. 

They had all changed a lot. Tubbo now worked alongside Pac, the two causing mischief for the Federation, stealing and causing many crimes against them. Roier kept trying to form a legal case against them, Bagi assisting him, Tina and Baghera had started a daycare, with the promise of the parent’s death that they would be cared for. Leo, Chayanne, Tallulah, Tilin, Juannaflippa, and all the others had gone into foster care. Tubbo and Fred ended up fostering Chayanne and Tallulah considering he was their godfather and never knew. Pac had a prosthetic leg now and was active and able to move extremely well, Tubbo had designed it and it was exactly right.

“Do you think they could’ve survived if we did something different?” Pac asked.

“No, well maybe they could’ve but then we would’ve died or something, I don’t think there was a way for us all to survive, the helicopter wouldn’t’ve gotten there in time,”

“I suppose, I just miss them,”

“I do too, and I remember them now,”

“Yeah… how’s that going, the memories?”

“Bagi and I are connecting a lot more now, talking about the war and shit, I’ve had many realisations of oh these people I used to know are dead, so as good as you’d assume,”

“Yeah, well Roier’s case against the federation is going well at least,”

“I heard, I believe he’s taking them to court in a week,”

“Sim, he was going to do it this week but he thought it would be insensitive,”

“Yeah, he needs to grieve too,”’

“Do you remember them in any special way?”

“I don’t think so to be honest, I just do,”

“I look at the stars, reminds me of Etoiles, the moon reminds me of Fit, quiet but still beautiful, the sun of Mike, loud and kind, the sea of Cellbit, how chaotic he was,”

“I don’t think he planned for him, Mike and Fit to survive,”

“O quê?”

“He took them all away, and Felps too, to talk about the plan, away from us, I think they meant to die, to get us out,”

“Aqueles Bastardos,” (Those Bastards)

“At least we’ve got each other,” 

“Yeah, thanks for letting me move in with you and Fred by the way,”

“No problem, besides raising five kids needs at least three if not more of us,”

“Sim, my goodness getting Richas to bathe was always Felp’s job,”

“Could he actually do it?”

“Yeah, and that’s the crazy thing,”

“Let’s go meet the others,”

“Yeah okay,”

The two walked along the beach together to where Roier, Bagi, Tina, and Baghera were all waiting, together the six of them went to a restaurant and joked around, and remember the hell they all went through before Roier brought up the court case and immediately everyone agreed to go and testify against the federation. They may not have all their friends; they may not have their significant others anymore but they did have each other and sometimes a little trauma will make you better friends.