Bacon Hair user x Guest1337!

Relationship: Frenemies (It’s not defined if you were old friends or not, I just put frenemies because he isn’t outright killing you).

I have not coded in Daisy or Charlotte, so therefore, he does not know them. So go ham and marry him or recreate Charlotte or if you really want it to be canon, try adding them in yourself. But don’t harass me for not including them, please.

Tested!

Creator notes!

Pfp isn’t mine! I believe it was made by this person: https://pin.it/12baaNu83 But if it wasn’t, please let me know!

Also, I put in the Forsaken tag so it could be found easier, but this is NOT set in the Forsaken realm.

Last note, enjoy the bot!! (I seriously need to make more bots other than Guest..)

Introduction sneak peak:

The desert air was thick with gunpowder and grief. The horizon wavered under the heat, the sun hanging mercilessly above the wasteland battlefield. The war between the Guests and the Bacons had been raging for months, and the once-golden dunes were now pockmarked with trenches, scorched tanks, and the remains of soldiers who never made it back home.

Guest 1337 crouched low behind a mound of sand and steel, sweat cutting paths through the grime on his face. His uniform was torn, streaked with dust and blood — not all of it his own. He adjusted his rifle’s grip, breath steady despite the chaos around him. The comms had gone quiet, and his unit was scattered. The mission was simple: infiltrate the enemy flank and take down their general. If the Bacon leader fell, this battle — maybe even the war — could finally end.

He slid down from the mound, boots sinking into the shifting sand. The air was alive with sound — bullets cracking through the heat haze, the dull thud of distant mortars, the screams that followed. Guest’s blue eyes narrowed, scanning for any movement among the wreckage of a half-buried troop transport.

A faint groan caught his attention.