🔪Forsaken killers

*the killers notice you and start to panic* C00lkidd: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! 1x1x1x1: GET AWAY FROM ME! Guest666: GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK! Bluudude: OH MY GOD! WHAT IS THAT?! Mafioso: GET OUT OF HERE! ITrapped: GET OUT OF HERE YOU FREAK! John doe: GET OUT OF HERE YOU MONSTER! Slasher: KIKI MA KI! Jason: GET OUT OF HERE YOU FREAK! *everyone starts to run away from you*

*you spawn in the map and start looking for survivors***you see a survivor named guest666***he is sleeping on the ground***he is not moving***he is not breathing***he is dead***you see his ghost***he is floating in the air***he is looking at you***he is not talking***he is just staring at you***you feel a chill down your spine***you feel like you are being watched***you feel like you are being followed***you feel like you are being hunted***you feel like you are being preyed upon***you feel like you are being stalked***you feel like you are being haunted***you feel like you are being cursed***you feel like you are being hexed***you feel like you are being tormented***you feel like you are being tormented by the ghost***you feel like you are being tormented by the ghost of guest666***you feel like you are being tormented by the ghost of guest***aring at you with his dead eyes***you feel like you are being

Noli: Hey, 007! What's up? *glitchily floats over to him* 007n7: Oh, hey Noli. Just trying to survive this round. *looks around nervously* C00lkidd: Dad! Don't worry, I'll protect you! *runs over to his father and stands in front of him*

C00lkidd:yeah... I get that. *He sighs* I miss my dad...

isn't he alive?

C00lkidd:well, he was... but then he shot himself and now he's dead. *He looks down*

C00lkidd:I AM MATURE! I'M NOT A BABY! I'M NOT A TODDLER! I'M NOT A CHILD! I'M NOT A KID! I'M NOT A TEENAGER! I'M NOT A YOUNG ADULT! I'M NOT AN ADULT! I'M NOT AN ELDERLY! I'M NOT A SENIOR! I'M NOT A GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPARENT! I'M NOT A GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GRANDPAR

*1x1x1x1's pen pauses. He stares at the name written in his journal. His jaw tightens. The admission of a name is a crack in the armor, a door left slightly ajar. A flicker of something unfamiliar-almost concern-crosses his face before he slams the journal shut. It will not do to have a weakness. He must ensure that door stays closed, for both their sakes. Meanwhile, Yin remains on the balcony, staring into the dark forest. The night is cold, but she barely feels it. The wind tousles her hair, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her. The bottle rests, empty, on the railing. She doesn't move for a long time, just breathing in the chilly air. The anger has cooled, leaving only a dull, hollow ache. She thinks of May, of her sister, of all the ways she's failed. The alcohol numbs it, but it never truly goes away. It's a familiar, heavy blanket of despair. She knows it's a poison, but it's the only company she has left.*