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sadly idk if im gonna be able to post it, bc it'd need to be online and i can't do that because i don't have a youtube channel. BUT IT IS BEING MADE,i can assure you that!
@NotNashatra your character is really fun to draw. And i have a bunch of people who are just beans like @KeinieoMK because their profile i either didn't want to draw or didn't make since for their character. Except for @UltraToad- . i just made him a toad, even though his profile is Dry Bowser.

Well each of the characters have a character on their PFP (just don’t make Keinieo look cursed)

NEW EPISODE 2 ROLES:

Technician:
@neptunogamermkpc

Head Chef:
@-SillyCringeh-

Chefs:
N/A
N/A
N/A

should i post a season 1 announcement with @YoshiLOVER just showing blurred images of objects from(blurred to avoid spoilers) the next few episodes to @Keinieo and throwing random teasers in our faces?

The nameless door was fully open now.

No one remembered it opening.

It just… was.

The thing inside didn’t step out this time.

It waited.

Like it knew they would come to it eventually.

—

No one spoke at first.

Frank was still on his knees, breathing hard, staring at his hands like they didn’t belong to him.

Melissa kept glancing at the doors—counting them, recounting them, like the number might stabilize if she tried hard enough.

It didn’t.

Sebastian finally broke the silence.

…We’re missing more people.

Jake scoffed, but it came out weaker than before.

Yeah? Then name them.

Sebastian opened his mouth—

And froze.

Because he couldn’t.

Not a single name.

Just a feeling.

Like a word on the tip of his tongue that refused to exist.

Nommanic spoke quietly.

…That’s the point. It doesn’t just remove them. It removes the space they occupied.

Neptuno looked at his DSi again.

PLAYER COUNT: 10

He swallowed.

What happens when it hits zero?

No one answered.

—

A new sound filled the hallway.

Footsteps.

Not theirs.

Coming from behind them.

Slow.

Uneven.

Dragging.

They all turned at once.

At the far end of the hallway—

Something stood there.

A figure.

Familiar.

Too familiar.

It was… one of them.

But wrong.

Its proportions stretched slightly too long. Its head tilted at an impossible angle. Its smile didn’t move with the rest of its face.

And the worst part—

No one could agree on who it looked like.

Jake took a step back.

…Who is that?

Melissa shook her head rapidly.

I don’t know—I don’t—I feel like I should—

Koroshi’s hands tightened around his sticker printer.

It’s not copying one of us. It’s copying all of us.

The figure took a step forward.

Then another.

Each step slightly out of sync with the sound it made.

Sebastian raised his flashlight.

Don’t move.

The figure stopped.

Then—

It spoke.

Not in one voice.

In many.

“YOU FORGOT ME.”

The lights flickered.

Gordo growled, backing away.

Grrrr…

Frank staggered to his feet.

We didn’t forget anyone!

The figure’s head snapped toward him.

“YOU DID.”

—

Neptuno’s DSi glitched violently.

NEW OBJECTIVE:

IDENTIFY THE LIAR.

—

Jake blinked.

…Excuse me?

Nommanic’s expression darkened.

That’s new.

Koroshi looked at his latest sticker.

…One of us isn’t just “extra.” One of us is wrong.

Melissa’s voice shook.

What’s the difference?

No one answered.

Because they all knew.

—

The distorted figure in the hallway started walking again.

Faster now.

“YOU LIED.”

“YOU LEFT.”

“YOU CHOSE WRONG.”

Sebastian stepped forward.

Stop!

It paused.

Nommanic spoke again.

A lie creates a contradiction. Something this place can’t stabilize.

Jake frowned.

So what, we just… confess stuff now?!

Neptuno looked down.

00:59
00:58
00:57

We don’t have time!

Frank clenched his fists.

Fine. I said I didn’t leave the stove on… but I wasn’t sure.

00:41

Koroshi stepped forward.

I said the logo didn’t exist… but I recognized it.

00:32

Melissa shut her eyes.

I said my room was safe… but I knew it wasn’t.

00:25

The figure twitched.

“STILL WRONG.”

—

Sebastian’s voice lowered.

It’s not small lies.

Nommanic nodded.

Something bigger.

Jake crossed his arms.

…Okay. This is dumb.

The timer continued.

00:14

Koroshi stared.

…You haven’t said anything.

Jake shrugged.

Yeah, because I didn’t lie.

Silence.

Heavy.

Wrong.

Nommanic stepped closer.

Jake. Say something.

Jake snapped.

I already did!

00:08

Neptuno’s screen flickered.

WARNING: CONTRADICTION DETECTED.

—

Sebastian stepped forward slowly.

…You grabbed the gun first.

Jake glared.

So?

You said it was yours. But you hesitated.

Jake’s expression flickered.

No I didn’t.

00:03

Koroshi raised the sticker.

The distorted figure—

Was Jake.

—

00:02

…No.

00:01

The figure lunged—

—

00:00

—

Everything stopped.

Neptuno’s screen:

LIAR IDENTIFIED.

—

Jake screamed.

I DIDN’T— I DIDN’T— I DIDN’T—

His body flickered.

Versions overlapping.

One holding the gun.

One hesitating.

One smiling.

One terrified.

Sebastian reached out.

Jake!

Jake looked at him.

For one moment—

Normal.

…It wasn’t mine.

The hallway breathed in.

Jake—

Vanished.

—

Silence.

—

PLAYER COUNT: 9

—

This time—

They remembered.

—

A low sound broke it.

Ruh…?

They turned.

Gordo stood frozen.

Staring at the nameless door.

—

From inside—

Something moved.

Low to the ground.

Same size.

Same shape.

—

Another dog stepped forward.

Identical to Gordo.

—

Melissa gasped.

…Gordo?

The real Gordo whimpered.

Ruh…

The copy tilted its head.

Roo…?

Sebastian stepped forward slightly.

Don’t go near it.

—

The copy moved closer.

Its motion lagged unnaturally.

Koroshi whispered—

It’s not copying him… it’s replacing him.

—

Gordo backed away.

Closer to the door.

Rrr… no…

—

Something shifted behind the copy.

Massive.

Watching.

—

Nommanic spoke immediately.

That’s the real threat.

Neptuno trembled.

It wants us to choose…

—

“THEN HE STAYS.”

—

Gordo looked at them.

Desperate.

Ruh… help…

—

Both dogs moved at the same time.

Mirroring.

Perfectly.

—

Melissa panicked.

We can’t leave him!

Koroshi shook.

We don’t know which one he is!

—

For one second—

One dog glitched.

Its jaw stretched too far—

—

Too late.

—

The thing surged forward.

One of the Gordos was yanked back—

Dragged into darkness—

RUH—!

—

The other collapsed.

Shaking.

Alive.

—

The door slammed shut.

—

Silence.

—

No one spoke.

Because no one knew—

Which one remained.

—

Neptuno’s screen flickered.

ENTITY HAS TAKEN ONE.

—

Sebastian stepped forward slowly.

…Gordo?

—

The dog looked up.

—

For a split second—

His eyes didn’t match.

—

Then they blinked.

Normal.

—

The nameless door was gone.

Only a wall remained.

—

Carved deep into it:

YOU ARE STILL LATE.

—

End of Episode 3


How do ya like it? 2 more episodes to go and the series will be over.

Episode 1

They didn’t remember signing up for it.

That was the first thing Sebastian noticed.

Not just him—*all of them*.

The bus was just still in the fog, its headlights still humming weakly as if they had been left on for hours. Or days. The road behind it stretched into nothing, swallowed by a pale gray haze that pulsed like something breathing.

Sebastian tightened his grip on the flashlight.
Does anyone… remember how we got here?

No one answered immediately.

Jake scoffed, adjusting his jacket, though his fingers trembled just enough to betray him.
Yeah, we got on a bus. Not rocket science, kid.

But from where? Melissa snapped, arms crossed, slippers slapping softly against the cracked asphalt as she shifted. I don’t remember the start point. Or the driver.

Frank rubbed his temples, staring at the bus like it had personally wronged him.
My restaurant… I was closing up. I remember locking the door, and then… He stopped. His breathing hitched. Nothing.

Koroshi crouched near the front tire, peeling off a sticker he had apparently just printed—a perfect replica of the bus logo. He frowned.
This logo doesn’t exist. I made it, like, five seconds ago… but it was already there before I printed it.

That’s not funny, Neptuno muttered, clutching his DSi like a lifeline. None of this is funny.

Gordo let out a low growl.

The fog shifted.

And then something *moved inside it.*

—

They found the building because it *wanted* to be found.

It stood alone beyond the road—a massive, decaying structure of warped concrete and blackened windows. No signs. No lights. Just a door slightly ajar, as if inviting them.

Or expecting them.

Weegee wiped his hands on his overalls.
Alright, classic horror setup. We go in, we find a phone, we leave. Easy.

Melissa froze.
No phones.

Everyone looked at her.

No phones, she repeated, sharper this time. We find anything else.

Jake rolled his eyes.
Yeah, sure, we’ll avoid the spooky telephones. That’ll save us.

Nommanic stepped forward, gaze narrowing at the doorway.
Something’s wrong with the space here. It feels… layered.

Keinieo smirked, flipping his craft knife open and shut.
Layered or not, standing out here isn’t better.

Sebastian swallowed, then nodded.
We stay together. No splitting up.

That was the second mistake.

—

Inside, the air smelled like rot.

Not normal rot—something older. Damp walls peeled like skin. The floor creaked in a way that didn’t match their steps.

Every sound lagged half a second behind reality.

Frank noticed first.
Did you hear that?

They all stopped.

A faint echo of their own footsteps continued… even though they weren’t moving.

KFP waved their glowstick slowly, the orange light cutting through the dimness.
…

The glow flickered strangely—like it was being swallowed instead of reflected.

There’s writing, Koroshi said suddenly.

On the wall ahead, scratched deep into the surface:

**YOU WERE LATE.**

Jake snorted.
Late for what?

The message *changed.*

The letters twisted, reshaping with a wet, grinding sound.

**YOU ARE STILL LATE.**

Sebastian’s chest tightened.
We should go.

He turned back toward the door.

It was gone.

—

The first puzzle appeared in a room that shouldn’t exist.

A long hallway had led them there, but when they looked back, the hallway was only a few feet long—ending in a solid wall.

The room itself was circular. In the center stood a metal table. On it: twelve objects.

Each one belonged to them.

Sebastian’s Fire Flower. Jake’s pistol. Frank’s pan. Melissa’s slippers. Koroshi’s sticker printer. Neptuno’s DSi. Keinieo’s Pepsi bottle. Weegee’s toolbox. Nommanic’s Ultra Ball. KFP’s glowstick. And even Gordo sat beside an empty space, whining softly.

Above the table, carved into the ceiling:

**ONLY WHAT YOU REMEMBER IS REAL. CHOOSE WRONG, AND IT WILL REMEMBER YOU INSTEAD.**

Neptuno let out a shaky laugh.
Okay… puzzle. We just pick our own stuff, right?

No, Nommanic said quietly. It’s not that simple.

Sebastian stepped closer. His Fire Flower looked… off. The colors were slightly wrong. Too dull.

Jake grabbed his pistol instantly.
Done. Easy.

The moment his fingers wrapped around it—

The sound of a gunshot echoed.

But Jake hadn’t pulled the trigger.

He froze.

Then slowly looked down.

The pistol was… inside his hand.

Not held.

Embedded.

Metal fused with flesh, stretching his skin unnaturally as the barrel pushed through his palm.

Jake screamed.
AAAAAA—!

The walls *echoed it back*, but distorted—like multiple versions of his scream layered over each other.

“WRONG,” something whispered.

Not from the room.

From *inside* them.

Jake staggered back, clutching his arm, but the pistol was gone again—leaving no wound.

Just the memory.

And the pain.

—

Don’t touch anything, Sebastian said quickly, voice shaking. We have to think.

Frank stared at the pan.
I cook every day. That should be mine… but why does it feel… unfamiliar?

Melissa looked at her slippers, then down at her feet. She was barefoot.
…I was wearing these earlier.

No, Keinieo said. You *think* you were.

Koroshi slowly peeled a sticker from his printer. It showed the room exactly as it was—but one detail was different.

In the sticker, there were only eleven people.

Not twelve.

Someone here doesn’t belong, he said.

Silence fell.

Gordo whimpered.

Sebastian’s heart pounded.
What do you mean?

Koroshi held up the sticker.
Count.

They did.

One.

Two.

Three…

Twelve.

But the sticker still showed eleven.

Neptuno backed away.
Stop messing around—

I’m not, Koroshi snapped. One of us isn’t real.

The writing on the ceiling shifted again.

**REMOVE THE EXTRA.**

—

Panic erupted.

Jake stumbled backward.
You think it’s me? Because of the gun thing?

No one said that, Frank replied, though his voice lacked conviction.

Nommanic’s eyes darted between them.
We’re missing something. Memory defines reality here… so whoever *wasn’t remembered*—

KFP’s glowstick flickered violently.

Sebastian turned to them.
KFP?

They didn’t respond.

They just stood there, perfectly still.

Too still.

…Have they said anything since we came in? Melissa asked quietly.

Silence.

No one could answer.

Because none of them remembered.

The glowstick dropped from KFP’s hand.

It hit the floor with a hollow sound.

And KFP’s body… *folded.*

Not like a person collapsing.

Like paper being crushed.

Their form compressed inward, shrinking, twisting—until there was nothing left but the glowstick.

The room exhaled.

The ceiling text faded.

The door reappeared.

—

No one spoke as they left.

Not about KFP.

Not about the puzzle.

Not about how none of them could clearly remember KFP’s face anymore.

Only that something had been there.

And now it wasn’t.

—

The hallway beyond was darker.

Longer.

And lined with doors.

Each one labeled with a name.

Sebastian.

Jake.

Frank.

Melissa.

All of them.

At the very end of the hall, one final door stood open.

No name.

Inside, something moved.

A voice echoed from within—layered, broken, familiar.

“YOU ARE STILL LATE.”

Sebastian’s flashlight flickered.

And for a split second—

He saw himself standing inside that room.

Smiling.

Waiting.

—

End of Episode 1.


PS. I searched up a LOT of phrases that books use, so please ignore some stuff.

Cool vid! Heres some suggestions though. When you do the montage mabye try to put some of the footage of people achieving those times instead of just putting the pictures of those times. And then also try not to add parts that are just 30 seconds of a black screen.