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The killer won.
“Ah, my little disciple, you did wonderful, did you not?” The Spectre cooed, curling its fingers around 007n7’s face.
“Di… Disciple?... are you— you proud…?”
“Yes, very proud. You’re doing wonderful.”
“I..” 007n7 paused, a wide grin replacing his usual frown. Something inside of him felt warm, validation, he recognized. He was getting validation from someone, and he was enjoying it so much, “haha… oh, it’s… something. I never knew I would enjoy this again,” he looked down at his hands, “did you— did you see the way I lit that damn admin on fire? Haha!— It was like, it was like, like— oh, I can’t even describe the euphoria I felt!” He rambled and rambled, and the Spectre seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say.
“Yes, you’re learning quick! Much faster than anyone else did, maybe it’s because you know what you’re doing.”
“W - Well, I’m not really used to these spider limb… things, but I like them! And all the GUI stuff, I already know how to do. It… kinda sucks that it takes a little longer now..”
“Mhm, but it would be unfair to the survivors, would it not?”
“I… guess you’re right. If it wasn’t I’d be lighting each and EVERYONE—” He paused. Everyone? …
It still didn’t feel right. Elliot didn’t deserve it. Guest 1337 didn’t deserve it. Noob didn’t deserve it. But those admins… ohhh, those admins. The ones who never helped him to find his son because of his past. Well, he’ll show them that he really didn’t change, prove their delusions.
All that thinking and 007n7 was sent to one large cabin. He was specifically in one big room, which he supposed was the lobby, and it housed—
The other killers?! Well, actually.. He should’ve suspected that..
1x1x1x1 was the first one to notice him, her eyes not really lighting up, but she noticed him. “What the hell are you doing here?” That rough, gravely voice asked.
“Uh… um…” 007n7 froze, he didn’t know what to say or what to do, but he looked at the ground. 1x1x1x1 came closer to him,
“And why do you look different?”
A shrill voice rang out from behind 1x1x1x1.
“PAPA!!!” c00lkidd came around, pushing 1x1x1x1 out of the way and hugging his father, who hung a bit in the air so he had to jump up to hug him, but that was beside the point. “Papa, what are you doing here?! Do you wanna play some more with me! Will you promise me you won’t fall asleep?” 007n7 had to take a moment to process what had just happened, of course his son would be here! So he wrapped the child in his arms, grinning softly,
“Yes, of course! I won’t fall asleep on you. We can play as long as you want…” He answered, chuckling softly. 1x1x1x1 groaned.
“Eugh. You disgust me with that… thing. But, at least he has a new playmate so he doesn’t keep bothering me.”
“But Ms. 1x has fun other people!” c00lkidd chimed in.
“My minions are not toys to play with, they are used to strike down others—!!”
“D - Dude, d - do you—ou ever [[SHUT UP!]]” Noli came by, Void Star in hand, “[[I can’t get any~]] S - Sleep with—with you a - always [[YELLING, YELLING, YELLING!]]”
“You’re one to talk, you’re the loudest one here!” She argued.
“[[NO!]], I - I’m nnnot— [[Guest Six Six Six]] is!”
007n7 listened to the two banter as he took more looks around the room, noticing the red beast resting in the corner, it seemed she was unaware about what was going on in her own… home? 007n7 guessed that was the case. She purred loudly as her claws made contact with the floor, kneading it slowly.
“Dad! Dad dad dad!” c00lkidd called out, running up behind him and hugging him tightly. “Let’s go play tag! I wanna play tag!”
“Oh — uh, sure!” 007n7 said, holding onto his arm with his real arm. “Uh… where do you wanna— AIE—” He yipped as he was dragged quickly outside by c00lkidd.
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The killer won.
Elliot woke up with a headache, as expected from dying. It was the Spectre’s harmful way of telling you that you died! But it was whatever, Elliot barely noticed it anymore. He had a habit of dying early on, but he had gotten used to being chased first, it made him develop skills he didn’t even know he had!
Walking into the main cabin, he first saw Chance sitting on the couch with a frown on his face. It wasn’t their usual “pouty” frown, it was more of an actual frown, like something was genuinely bothering him. Elliot stayed quiet as he closed the door to the cabin. Hearing the door click closed, Chance’s frown was quickly replaced by a smile, which seemed obviously forced.
“Elli! What’s up?”
Elliot walked over and collapsed onto the couch, “uuuGHHHHH!!! Everything is up!” He whined, putting his hands on his face, “I feel like an absolute jerk, Chance!”
“Oh, what, just ‘cuz of ‘Sev?”
“Yes because of Seven! I’ve been nothing but a total jerk to that guy and now he’s a killer! Maybe this was my fault…”
“Aw, Ells, ya know I get upset seein’ ya like this.. Can’t have my bestie feelin’ like this, anythin’ else?” Chance comforted, flipping their coin. “Say, how ‘bout you, me, and Guest go do somethin’?” He suggested, a grin still on their face.
Elliot looked to the side, “sounds good, but… I think I just need to take my mind off by doing something else.. Maybe next time!” He smiled softly, though there was no real warmness in it. That pit in his stomach returned, it always came back when he got an order wrong, when he got yelled at, and now he realized he was being a jerk! Sure, he had calmed down once being with the other, understanding his situation more and more, but he still was a part of the problem!
“Ah, ‘aight. Tell me whenever you wanna hang out.” They smiled at the other man, getting up from the couch and still flipping their coin, presumably going to Guest’s cabin. Those two have been hanging out a lot more. Well, Chance is pretty fun to hang out with, so Elliot didn’t think too much of it.
Elliot got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen, pulling stuff out of the fridge to make another cheese pizza. Sure, it was repetitive, but it always gave Elliot something to do. And it would take his mind off things for sure!
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Okay it did not take his mind off of things. Whatever, there was a new pizza and Elliot was slightly happy! Still feeling terrible, he left the pizza on the table, walking back to his own cabin.