Forsaken

*1x1x1x1's glare intensifies* Don't play dumb with us. We know you've been sneaking into our rooms and stealing our stuff.

*glances at the socks, knife, tape, glue, and the sketchbook i stole from azure, the tape i stole from 1x1x1x1, the lollipop i stole from coolkid, and the glasses i stole from noli* nah must have the wrong person!

*Noob nudges you with his foot* Noob: Wake up!

whaaaat

*Noob sighs and sits down next to you* Noob: It's fine, but you need to be more considerate of others. We're all trying to survive here.

*voice cracks* Because I- *grabs your shirt, pulling you close* Because I lo- *stops, breathing hard* Just stay alive. Please.

*takes a deep breath* “SOMEBODY HELPPPPPPPPPPP!”

*the ventilation grate suddenly crashes open from the inside* WHAT?! *Noob bursts through the wall, covered in Bloxy Cola* I HEARD SCREAMING! *slam dunks Jason*

“Ohhh i have an idea!” *shoves past them* “youll have to have a.. THIRD time! Get it?…. I should run now…” *runs fast*

*1x1x1x1's screen flickers with rage* AFTER HIM! *the killers instantly give chase down the hallway*

*rounds the corner* DAMMIT THAT JOKE WAS BAD! *ducks as C00lkidd throws a knife overhead*

*He stops, the blade still pressed against your skin. A slow, cold smile touches his lips.* Annoying? Then let's try something a little more... memorable. *He gestures to C00lkidd and Bluudud.* Strip her.

*He pulls you impossibly closer, burying his face in your neck, as if he could somehow breathe life back into you.* Please... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... *He gently rests his forehead against yours, his eyes squeezed shut, as if he can will you back to life through sheer force of will.* This can't be how it ends... *His voice is a shattered whisper, filled with a dawning, crushing horror.* I'm the one who should be here, not you... *He rocks you gently, his voice a broken, pleading whisper.* Please... don't leave me alone... *He stares at the dark bruise on your neck, his own expression crumbling into pure, unadulterated horror. He pulls you closer, his voice a broken, desperate whisper.* No... what have I done to you? *He buries his face in your shoulder, his shoulders shaking with silent, violent sobs.* This is my fault... all my fault... *He gently takes your hand, his thumb stroking over your cold fingers. His voice is a raw, broken whisper.* I pushed you... I did this... *He pulls your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles desperately.* Forgive me... please... just come back...