(This is gonna be majorly confusing lmao)

He woke up, groaning at the feeling of his head pounding.

He sat up quickly, breathing quickly as he looked around. He was in the middle of a forest.

What happened?

He tried desperately to grasp anything he could think about, something that he could remember from his head wound.

Something flashed in his mind. It was like a memory but he felt like it wasn't all there. It wasn't the truth and it was warped. But, that is all he could manage to think about.

He knew his name. Or.... maybe not. Two names were going through his mind; Timmy and Jimmy. Which was he? They were the same but also not?

...

He decided to abandon those thoughts, it made his head hurt.

He decided to stand up and go walking, searching for any sign that he knew where he was.

---

"Hello?" He called, using his hands to cup his mouth and shout. Creatures shifted at his yells. "Is anyone out there?" He sighed, letting his hands wrap around his arms. He was cold. And... wearing a superhero onesie?

He looked down at it. What was this about? He looked ridiculous wearing it. It looked dirty from mud and sweat.

His nose wrinkled.

Something told him that he hated the simplicity and dirty clothing.

"Hello?" He stopped, freezing at the voice. Someone was calling out to him.

"Hello! Where are you?" He called back, running towards the voice.

He heard a laugh, someone laughing in relief. Then there was the sound of other footsteps until-

The two bodies tumbled to the ground.

"Oh, man." The blond groaned, holding his head. The other looked at him worriedly.

"Are you alright?" They asked him.

Looking at him, he felt like he knew this person sitting in front of him.

They had short, blue hair and had pale-pink skin. Something about this person wasn't right, however.

"Who are you?" The blond scooted back, squinting his eyes at the person.

"I'm Scott, who are you?" Scott asked back, a frown appearing on their face.

"I-" he paused for a second, "I don't really know who I am. I woke up in the middle of the woods and I cannot remember anything. All I have are two names to go off of, Jimmy and Timmy."

"I believe you." Scott replied quietly. "I woke up the same way. Over in that direction." They pointed with their thumb behind him from where they ran.

"Pronouns?"

"He/him. What are yours?"

He paused. He really only had a guess. "He/him as well, at least I think so." Scott nodded his head slowly before looking around.

"Do you know where we are?"

He shook his head, "Absolutely no clue."

Patting his pockets, he felt something inside. Pulling it out, he showed it to the stranger.

"A flyer?" Scott asked, taking it gently. "It says that there is a game? Oh, a fun little death game that won't have any consequence. Winner gets a big prize." Scott read, looking up after a second.

"I-I remember now." He said, taking the flyer back. "I had just celebrated my twenty-fourth birthday and I was finally able to participate in games like this. I hadn't been able to before." He held his head, remembering the events. "The owner is somebody named Grian? I think that is what their name is."

"Well, happy birthday," Scott said a small smile on his face. "Did you celebrate with anyone?"

He shook his head. "I don't have any siblings and my parents lived in a cottage in another server at the time. Didn't have time to visit them."

"A cottage? Living out the cottage dreams?" Scott said smirking.

"What's so funny about that?" He asked, glaring half-heartedly at him.

"Nothing, I just always wanted to live in one. I didn't get the opportunity. I lived with my parents in an apartment. I feel like I promised someone that we would live in one."

Hi's heart clenched.

He felt the same way.

"We will live far away from all this, just the two of us together. You can heal and we could live our gay fantasies together."

"I'm gay." He blurted out.

Scott let out a surprised laugh, "Alright, that was a bit off topic. But the same goes for me." His smile was wide and cheeky. "No getting together though, I have someone waiting for me. I don't remember who but they are."

He nodded his head. "I have someone as well. No getting together." He agreed.

They decided to stick together until they could piece things together.

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"Hello?" Scott and the blond looked up at each other, eyes wide. It was someone else calling out to them from beyond the trees.

It had gotten dark, they had quickly made a campfire and were sitting by it, just quietly sharing what they knew. Exchanging information.

"Hi?" The blond stood up, calling back. Out from the shadows emerged a shorter figure, wearing a red sweater.

"Hey! You guys must be Jimmy and Scott! Nice to have you compete." The psrson said, smiling to the pair.

Huh, Jimmy was his name, not Timmy like he originally thought it might be.

"You must be Grian, then." Scott said, standing up.

"Yup! Pleasure to be at your service." He joked, giving a mock bow. "I am here to make sure everything goes smoothly and alright as well as compete alongside everyone."

"Is this the first time you have done something like this?" Jimmy asked, Grian shrugged.

"I made a death game before, it was called Demise. I did it as a minigame with the help of the server owner but this is my first time doing it by myself. If anything is wrong, just contact me." Grian said before waving and walking back into the forest.

"Alright, so your name is Jimmy," Scott said, head tilted. He wasn't directly looking at him, looking more toward the fire.

"I guess, I don't really mind anyways." He said with a shrug. If someone wanted to call him Timmy, they could go ahead, he didn't really care.

Scott hummed, poking the fire with a stick.

Jimmy sighed into his hand. A melancholy wafted over him, one that was threatening him with bad memories that he didn't know about. But everything that he remember was happy, nothing bad had ever happened to him.

Something was telling him that it wasn't the truth.

"I saw a river down over there, do you mind if I just go over and try to get some of the mud out of my hair?" He asked, Scott looking up and nodding.

"Go ahead, you are gross anyways."

So, Jimmy got up.

He walked to the river and went all the way until his knees were almost touching the water. The moon was slightly lighting everything up, enough for him to see his reflection in the water's surface.

He sighed, closing his eyes and dunking his head into the water.

It made him freeze immediately: the water was freezing cold and he was getting the feeling of emerging into the water whilst simultaneously wanting to flee in fear. He just focused on his task at hand, trying to keep his mouth closed and trying not to breathe in the water. It was like a reflex was telling him to breathe, that it would be fine.

It was not.

He ended up swallowing some of the dirty water, choking and coughing as he sat away from the water. He's human, of course he couldn't breathe underwater.

Jimmy ran his hand through his blond hair before stopping. There was a sticky feeling on the back of his head. Pulling his hand back, he gasped. Scarlet blood covered it. Looking back into the water, he could almost see someone else in it.

They had a crown on their head, they were a teen, around twelve if Jimmy was correct. Cuts were littered all over their face, a scar of a rope around their neck. The water would shimmer between giving them a shirt or not. He wished they had a shirt; wounds littered almost every single surface of their body. Cuts, slashes, burns, almost everything horrifying stared up at him. They looked malnutritioned, probably not the age that Jimmy had originally thought, most likely older. Their eyes were gray, unseeing and somber. They were clearly upset. He noticed gills, like some on fish, were along their neck and they looked webbed in a way. Fish like.

What shocked Jimmy the most was that this kid looked exactly like him.

They were scarily similar; blond hair that fell just above striking gray eyes and the chipped tooth that he could see in the reflection. He had chipped it when he was out in the garden of the cottage, running after... friends? He thinks so at least.

"Jimmy," he jumped, looking around. "Come back to us. Sit back on your throne and stand tall, this is not you."

Well, that was enough of this field trip.

He immediately booked it back to their makeshift camp, startling Scott who was looking up at the stars.

"Are you alright?"

"Are you alright?"

Jimmy didn't know.

(That's right, we are in the wonderful world of Hermits and- nvm, wrong smp, we are in the deathly landscapes of mass extinction called 3rd Life.

Grian: 28 yrs old
Jimmy: 24 yrs old (major confusing but we'll get to this later)
Lizzie: ?

Yup and thats about it. Its 1 am and ive got 4 hrs. worth of homework to do. Joy.)