Here's another fan-fiction you can oogle at. You can see it at here on DA:

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Brutal-Awakening-Traitor-vs-Innocents-366129968

*Rated PG 13 for infrequent vulgar language*

-And now, for the story.

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I was just doing my rounds of my homeroom on EN 2, snatching up firsts whenever I can. Falling through the pits and screwing up left and right a few times over. Dodging and riding cannons in survivor rooms. Complaining about the free cheese count they got rid of in Difilante rooms and the works. One day however changed it. My ears perked when I made my return to the mouse hole with cheese strapped down to my back. Apparently carrying it on our mouths is out of the question, it might be accidentally ingested due to our forever hungry bellies. Or is it we eating them a little bit to keep us going? Ah well, no matter the case may be I went back to the hole and stored some cheese I might spend later. While waiting for the counter to reset for the next round, some mice were whispering about some mini-games and the /module feature. I was nibbling on some cheese due to not eating much for a while and listened intently. The other mice in the room were either chatting among themselves or just being silly. “Hey man. I tried this game one time. It was sick!” A brown and white mouse said with a fedora, black bandana and white shutter shades.


“Oh! Yeah, yeah man! I was playing Elimination and wouldn’t you know it, I lasted up till round three before I went off!” Another said who was wearing wolf fur and fangs. At this point, my raccoon ears were eased forward against my head, protruding from my green Pokemon trainer cap. My small mouse heart was throbbing with anticipation, clutching onto my green striped scarf nervously. I gulped lightly, stomach knotting with anxiety.


“Wow. I never heard of these ‘games’ before, and I have been here since 2012!” I muttered, my ears were still pricked.


“-But listen. You got to try this game called ‘Traitor’. It’ll be awesome!” The brown and white mouse continued. “You’ll be in this room with these mice, right? –But there isn’t any cheese to be collected unless you survive long enough. That’s the big thing; there will be traitors in the room with you. Depending on how many mice in the room, it could be from 3 to 6 or even more than that. The rest are innocents. One of them is spies and will help you seek out traitors.” The wolf one was nodding away, intrigued. “The traitors will try and kill you. You’ll only have 3 seconds after you are bitten to see who bit you before you die. It’ll be your job to vote out the traitor and kill’em. You can kill innocents as well with this so got to be careful.” I slightly dosed off, growing bored of the conversation. As interesting as it seems, I have to try this out for myself. So I tried the code with some struggle. Nothing seems to work, until my visit to the tribe room. I went inside into the forever changing room and sat down on a bean chair, staring at the big screen TV blankly, sighing.


“Debug, I hate you.”


“Well at least #traitor works now.” There it is again. The room/mini-game I don’t know about.
Wait, they use hashtags here too? What is this, Twitter?! I subconsciously slapped a paw on my face, groaning. Ok, maybe not Twitter, but I still hate it though. Twitter! UGH! FUCKING TWITTER!!! I took a few deep breaths before recollecting my thoughts. Ok, ok. So I have to just put the hashtag in front of the room I want to go in. Hm. Seem legit. So I was digging through the tribe room to find the coding room hidden inside. I tapped on the hidden panel and looked at the scanner for my identification. After going through a few more tests the door opened to reveal a dark room, only to be occupied by an older computer and a ceiling lamplight. I went inside before the door closed behind me with a swish. I approached the monitor and looked at the blinking corset. The monitor was black with only a green bold blinking line for code input. “Ok, lemme see.”


Username: Fwaku Current Room: Tribe Room Current Tribe: *Jesus Christ


And a whole line of my information. “Geez, no wonder I never used this room. It’s freaking creepy and stuff. Well I might as well get used to it since I might be doing this a lot.”

Imput Room Transportation Code: |


So placed in the room I wanted to be in. “Ok, /room #traitor.” –and the moment I pressed enter I was pixilated into bits of pieces of data and bytes before being transported into a familiar room. I slowly planted my feet in the grass before looking around. “Is this Map 1? What is this? I thought this was Traitor-“


“Welcome to Traitor. Press I for information.”


“OH CRAP!” My fur bristled from shock hearing the loud voice. I was still shuddering from the start when it spoke again.


“You are innocent. Find the Traitors.”


I was panting quickly, hyperventilating slightly from my jumping heart. When I calmed down, a sharp shrill echoed through the room before a heavy thud came after. I went into a frighten state once again.


It's bad enough that I have trust issues with some people offline, but now it’s being applied here too!? Goddammit. I groaned, my eyes flitting from mouse to mouse. I was trembling with fear. Another mouse not too far away from me was panicking and scurrying around the mossy ground. He was flailing his arms around and shouting. A few mice were sleeping on the edge of the room, looking relaxed and… are some of them glaring at us? A shiver went up my spine at the thought of it. To ease some of my distraught, I pressed on the letter key from the convenient remote and it transformed into a manual. I scanned it thoroughly and slowly calmed down. “Ok, ok. Cool, so I just input the name of the player I want to accuse and when they get three strikes, I can press space near them to-“ The manual transformed into a stake. My maw dropped in awe. “Oh… my… god… I can kill vampires!” My brown bobbed hair was flowing in the breeze, my body now flowing with confidence and determination. During my moment of hysteria a few traitors were stabbed and killed. I assume was some pros in the room or some obvious mice that was revealing themselves too quickly. A good mouse, a brown spotted white aviator mouse was giving me some hints on who was the traitor. I think he was a spy, which was weird because he didn’t look like a spy to me.


When the amount of mice in the room slowly dropped and the countdown was slowly inching towards the 1 minute mark, I clutched on my wooden stake, creeping through the grounds with the spy next to me. A few mice were running around the room, still panicking. “OMG I AM GOING TO DIE!”


“SOMEONE PROTECT ME! I DON’T WANT TO BE BIT!”


“OH SO INTENSE!” –that mouse was dead a few seconds later and I tensed up.


“Quick, get her! The mouse that bit her is Sarak245S!” As soon the votes was up I dashed towards her, scarf flowing, head bobbing from the rhythm of my movements, stake clamped in my mouth. I jumped up and grabbed the stake from my mouth and stabbed the traitor, her eyes fluttering blankly before falling to the ground, crimson liquid flowing from the inject point. I looked down at my kill before looking back my paws, already quivering paws from shock. “I… killed someone…” I clutched my stomach. “I think I’m going to be sick…” Ignoring the imminent danger dwelling behind me, I swallowed hard and retrieving my weapon, blood still dripping from it. “Christ. I mean… I know that’s the bad guy but still. Shit.” I lifted my cap from my head and placed the rim on my mouth, streaking my paw through my hair before returning it to my scalp. The low crunch of the grass grew louder while little shrieks was pelting at me, with me still getting myself calm and collected. When paws touched my shoulders and warm heat hit upon my neck, my blood ran cold.


“Too late, mutha fucker…” –and I was bit, already feeling the energy drained from me with the first second. My heartbeat slowed and my vision faltered, losing feeling in my limbs before collapsing on the ground. Blood flowed through the bite marks when I heard chuckling from the traitor. I glanced at the blurry figure, vision already growing dark before my eyes stared at him coldly, pulse finally stopped.


“Fwaku was killed. Traitors (Sarak245S, Larrythecableguy, Darkrailuv, Sammytammy, Snivyyyy) won.”


When I was returned to the tribe room, don’t know how I got there, must’ve pressed the “Return” button on the remote or something, I walked over to the bean chair and collapsed on it, sighing heavily. “Well shit then. That was fun! I gotta go back to playing it again.” I said, looking at the ceiling.

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Oh shoot. I forgot to edit the title. Ah well.

...not bad at all.

Galbelmz a dit :

...not bad at all.

Thanks. I said I was going to do another and I did. Although, this one is more grammically correct than the last one, the other one was better delivered in the story itself.

This is GREAT. The point of view in the first paragraph, And I like the idea of STAKES mice kill others with. I hope there will be more sometime. :D

i like this. wheres the other one?

Electrodrop a dit :

This is GREAT. The point of view in the first paragraph, And I like the idea of STAKES mice kill others with. I hope there will be more sometime. :D

Well I thought the traitors was killed with stakes at the time. -guess it isn't. ^^ A survivor fan fic is on it's way~ Just need to process my brain a bit for the last few paragraphs.

Peashaman a dit :

i like this. wheres the other one?

Lost in the archives...

Fwaku a dit :

Here's another fan-fiction you can oogle at.

Oogle? You mean Google

Its an interesting sorry! Cant wait to see more

Vivihi a dit :

Oogle? You mean Google

Aha, no, he/she doesn't mean "Fan-fiction you can Google at". Oogle is an actual word.

Anyway, this is really good so far. I like it.

Nezumini a dit :

Aha, no, he/she doesn't mean "Fan-fiction you can Google at". Oogle is an actual word.

Anyway, this is really good so far. I like it.

Oh okay.

Nezumini a dit :

Aha, no, he/she doesn't mean "Fan-fiction you can Google at". Oogle is an actual word.

Anyway, this is really good so far. I like it.

Vivihi a dit :

Oh okay.

Oogle is a verb, sometimes subsituted for the word, "gander" "look" or even "stare".
-but glad you guys enjoyed it. I have the Survivor fan-fiction up and running on DA...but it isn't that good as this one...

Vivihi a dit :

Oogle? You mean Google

Its an interesting sorry! Cant wait to see more

sup

Could you give me the link? :) I would like to read it.

me too ~

Guys, just go to the DeviantART link at the top, go to the person's DA page, go to their gallery, and find it in there.

Oh wow. People still visit this? :| Well, here's the link to the other one...

It's not as good as this one.
http://robincanislupus.deviantart.com/art/Leaping-over-Cannons-Soaring-High-367246882