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I woke up, who knows when. Time doesn't matter when rounds aren’t happening. Through my dream, The Spectre showed me the changes to the lobby, and gameplay. Guess threats its way of doing that *also the author (me) is not writing all of that* I thought, fixing up my bed and throwing my boots on.
I was about to go to the main cabin to fix up breakfast when I saw something through my window, a charging cord? It was slinking behind the main cabin. Whelp, guess she’s made her appearance, not dramatic or anything. Huh. I decided to go wake up the welcome crew. I flung open my door, cringing slightly at the musky smell of the hallway. Shedletsky’s loud snores came flooding from his room, as well as the smell of chicken. Well, expected of Shed. I thought, shrugging. I giggled, and absolutely obliterated Shed’s door, leaving it in splinters. Said man shot up, halfway off the bed.
“OH, wow, I thought you were Guest.” Shed sighed, wiping sleep from his eyes. He handed me an extra piece of chicken, just laying around. “You owe me,” He smirked tiredly. I winked at him and bit into the leg. It was crunchy, oily, but it was food, and my stomach rumbled a sigh of satisfaction. “Anyway, what is it?”
“RumblyskyClan.” I said, fighting to keep my face straight. He looked at me like I just proposed that Chance had quit gambling. “Nah,” I chuckled, getting a raspberry from the other person. “The new survivor.” I confirmed. He nodded in response, and pulled out another chicken leg from under his pillow and bit into it, barely keeping it down. “Hope Chance isn’t awake..” I grumbled, grabbing my forehead.
“He’s definitely asleep, he just got to bed 2 hours ago. I swear..” A deep, burly voice spoke. I whipped around, surprised. And there he was, Guest 1337. “Heard the commotion and suspected the worst.” He explained, with me nodding back. “A new survivor, eh?” The veteran questioned, certainty shining in his eyes.
“Yep, saw ‘er in the window over there.” I replied, pointing to my room.
“Then let’s go grab.. hm, Elliot and Builderman?” Shed questioned, dramatically making a v shape under his chin with his fingers, tilting his head and tapping the floor with his foot.
“Of course, you idiot,” I teased, throwing a random pillow at him. He barely dodged it, and ‘hmph’ed sassily, hints of tease in his voice. “Now let’s go.” I smirked, leading the way out of the cabin and into Support Central. We opened the door and saw Elliot, Builderman, and Taph sitting in the living area, drinking various teas and coffees. Shed walked in first.
“Oh, Shed! Duse is still sleeping, if you want him, of course.” Builderman chuckled, like this happened regularly, and it probably did.
“We got a new one.” Shed replied, sighing.
“Already?” Elliot sighed, dropping his tense shoulders. Taph looked down, in these situations they weren’t much help. Unless Veeronica was mute, which I’m 99% she isn’t. It seems Elliot noticed that too, glancing at them with sympathy.
“Come on, let’s go make a plan, in the main cabin, where we can get breakfast.” Shedletsky said, his stomach growling in agreement. We laughed a little, and even Guest, who was generally very polite in these situations, chuckled.
In the cabin,we decided to split up- Me and Guest going to find the new survivor- Elliot heating up food and drinks- and Shed and Builder taking care of explaining this hellhole to her. I almost choked, shoving my breakfast down my mouth quickly. I then chugged the rest of my O.J., which I had instead of coffee or tea cause it was quick to get out, and start drinking. (Oh my god, I’m so sorry for this lazy chapter, I STILL HAVE WANT TO WRITE THIS.) Guest had taken the liberty of waiting outside for me, and as I walked outside, I heard Builderman faintly complaining about the new shattered window he had to take care of. I snickered.
“That’s Builder for ya,” Guest chuckled, speaking of the other man as an equal, maybe even a friend.
As we rounded the corner of the house, he noted the eerie basement, eyeing it closely. Vee was nowhere to be found behind the house, and she certainly wouldn’t go into.. I shuddered at the thought.. The Woods. Those woods swallowed up anyone who dared go far into them, they turned fellow survivors into monsters, zombies, beings whose only directive is to turn us into mindless creatures, like them. That’s why we had the fence, well, putting two and two together made that answer, but, maybe I’m wrong.
“So.. down there, huh?” I grunted, goosebumps spreading across my body as I saw those tentacles.. moving. Guest nodded and started down the stairway. I followed behind, cautious. It got dark, like REALLY dark. I couldn’t see a thing. I touched the walls, letting them guide me down the steps.
We saw a faint light in the distance, and as we got closer, it revealed itself to be a doorway. We pinned ourselves against the walls, allowing us to look in, but not be seen. Inside was a crypt, bookshelves and columns lining the walls. Four tall statues that represented.. Robloxians? They looked like characters from Halloween stories. In the middle of the crypt was a singular wooden coffin, of which a red light glowed from atop. It looked like… The Spectre’s symbol. That meant that it meant business.
…. Asure? I thought, contemplating the chances, they weren’t slim. At the very back, was a organ, very intricately carved and shaped. There was a stool in front of it, bearing plush, velvet cloth on the seat. Veeronica was right there, her T.V. face in awe. She crept towards the organ, her arm out. I panicked, she probably shouldn’t touch it, it might be booby-trapped. But if I called out, it might set off another booby-trap. I looked at Guest, and he looked at me. He gave me a firm nod, and I held the edge of the doorway tighter.
“NO!” I yelled, hands cupped around my mouth. “DON’T TOUCH THAT!” She spun around, grimacing when she realized that I was there, Guest chose to remain hidden.
Unfortunately, Veeronica wasn’t the only person who I’d caught the attention of. With a squeal, a bat came flying from the ceiling, spooking Vee again. It landed on the stool, making the robot back away. It turned into a puff of smoke, and from out of that smoke, came a humanoid figure, with wolfish ears and blood red eyes. Its posture was similar to one of a snooty rich person, and so was its clothes. It smirked like it knew it could destroy us easily, and it certainly knew that Guest was here, locking eyes with him for a second.
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“Ħẽłľø móřțąłš, Į ãm ťħę ôñę ķňőŵņ ąś Nosferu.”