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Another round came to an end in that realm filled with despair, pain, and endless regrets, where EVERYONE had to follow a routine—a torturous routine in which they were gradually led into suffering, no matter which side they were on, although at least the killers had a more entertaining activity than the survivors.
KILL
Kill those who made them suffer, kill those they hate, kill for sheer fun or for a greater purpose.
Although it was true that they quickly grew accustomed to that routine, there was one child who still retained his innocence regarding everything they had suffered so far—it was that child of the single father.
C00lkidd was a little boy who suddenly appeared in that purgatory one day, full of doubts and the innocent belief that this was just a game. Everyone decided to preserve the boy’s innocence by hiding the secret of the real actions he carried out in those “games.”
That day, the killers’ routine began as usual. A letter from Spectre announcing who would be next in the round (in this case, it was Slasher), and then the preparations, activities, and various tasks the killers would carry out began while one of them mercilessly tortured the survivors.
But as time went on during that sad and boring routine, a topic of conversation began to come up at breakfast, during post-round gatherings, and of course—as was to be expected…
The fights.
These conflicts were becoming more frequent than usual; they even got way too specific after a round. 1x swore that even c00lkidd had gotten used to wearing headphones all the time because of this.
And the main conflicts weren’t about kills, things people took without permission, or anything like that.
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It was about a specific survivor—one who had won over not only his own team’s hearts but also those of the opposing team—and that was annoying.
The first to experience these feelings was Slasher. He recounted how, as a lone wolf during those lonely times—when almost no one on his team paid him any attention—he had been helped by this survivor. He could recall how sweet the survivor was; he still carried his fear, but. . . he treated Slasher with such gentleness that you wouldn’t even notice that Slasher was the executioner ready to kill anyone who crossed his path, and that 007n7 was the victim—the prey ready to be mercilessly slaughtered by the executioner.
That warmth Slasher received was truly nostalgic and moving. It truly transformed him from a cruel, heartless being into a calmer, more relaxed one—though if anyone were to provoke him, he could slaughter them all in seconds without hesitation. Usually, those who provoked him were Shedletsky, Chance, and Two Time; they always died first.
Next came Noli, a deity—the God of the Void, as he called himself. A round in which cruelty and his amusement were the order of the day—a day when it fell to him to slaughter each one, a day when he tortured each one with their fears and traumas.
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Until he saw that man. He saw 007n7, as beautiful as if Spectre had given him a gift at first sight—a lover, a future companion through his years of terror.
And best of all, it seemed he had won that man’s long-awaited affection—and why not? Simply looking so innocent and pretending to be just a victim was enough to feel the warmth of that beautiful man standing before him.
. . .
The day began. . . More tense than usual.
They usually had breakfast together every day, and this time was no exception.
But something had changed—SOMETHING—after a round in which 1x was the torturer of those survivors, a round in which Noli was a spectator.
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The three children ate the food that 1x had cooked for them with such care and dedication (surprisingly—I wonder why, that damn gay) for those little ones who, curiously and coincidentally, WERE RELATIVES OF 007.
Noli watched from a distance, with a hostile glare, almost as if he were analyzing and inwardly mocking 1x4.
His attention didn’t last long, since someone was aware of his presence at that moment.
“As far as I know, ‘deities’ like you don’t eat. So I should ask you, what are you doing here?” 1x’s voice remained serious, calm, and cold all at once—a combination of tones that was practically unheard of.
Noli still had that mocking tone, so it didn’t take long for him to resume his behavior in the face of this provocation.
—. . . Well. . . I wanted to see what you cooked for everyone, you know. . . Slasher, John, Azure. . .— 1x’s gaze shifted instantly, allowing Noli to achieve his goal. “...Oh, you only cooked for the kids? How sweet of you—”
“What are you getting at?” The mutter was cold, direct, and defensive—exactly where Noli wanted it to be.
“Well,” he began with a gentle smile. “Lately, you’ve been. . . calm.”
“So?”
—. . . I’d like to know why you want to win the children’s affection—by making them breakfast, playing with them. . . You know. . . Something you didn’t do before.— Something in the patience required to foster hatred snapped, causing his body to tense.
—. . . Tell me, 1x4. Did it hurt you so much that your daddy left you that you have to seek affection from another father?— The sword finally pointed at the deity’s neck, who merely let out a mocking laugh.
The silence was tense, cold—it even managed to terrify the three children, who were trying to ignore the situation while eating their breakfast.
“Woah, I was just saying 1x. Don’t take it so personally.” The deity gently lowered his hand toward the sword, moving it aside, but 1x4 aimed it at the deity again, causing him to laugh once more. “But, just so you know, my dear creation of hate.”
The atmosphere grew tense once more.
“I’m the one who managed to win the love of my dear 007; you’re just a damn idiot trying to get a love you’ll NEVER HAVE.” That was the last straw; the three children could feel the hatred growing within that being. They quickly jumped up from their seats, ran to the back shelves, and hid.
1x finally struck at Noli with his sword—though, being a deity, he ultimately failed. The sword merely passed right through Noli, who continued to let out a mocking laugh.
—Is that all you’ve got? Oh! Oh, please don’t make me laugh.— The deity roared with laughter while wiping an imaginary tear from his mask with his hand. —I thought a god’s damn creation would be better than this.—
Noli’s intention was clear: to annoy, to mock, to make it abundantly clear that this human was his, and no one else’s.
1x didn’t want to play along with Noli’s joke, but he really couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t control his emotions—the very same damned emotions he’d promised not to reveal so as not to scare those three children.
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“But. . .” Once again, Noli took the initiative after those taunts.
“Your father—he loves 007n7 too, doesn’t he?” 1x gripped his sword tighter as his body language betrayed tension and hatred in its rawest form. “. . . What will you do if he takes 007? Wouldn’t he be your stepfather?”
1x’s mouth went dry, and he pressed his lips together.
“That’s sick! Would you really steal your own father’s partner?” He let out a laugh.
“If that means I can protect him and take care of him properly, I’d take the risk,” he murmured. Noli hadn’t expected that answer.
“And you? You’re a deity who’s over . . . How many years? 2,000? Don’t you think that’s a little illegal?” 1x countered. This made Noli’s mouth go dry and the teasing vanish immediately.
“Sure, sure. I’m sure 007n7 would accept without hesitation a being whose body is half skeleton, with a face more hideous than—excuse me, but . . . I’d be disgusted even by my own face if I had yours.— Noli began to set the taunts aside; his brow furrowed, and that purple aura began to warp under the deity’s emotions. 1x struck right where Noli was vulnerable.
His ego.
“You claim to be better than Telamon or the other admins, but I see such a strong resemblance that… I find it hard not to think the opposite.” Noli clenched his fists; in his right hand, a small flash appeared. “Your… such a fragile and sweet ego… that as soon as you fail to achieve your goal…”
“Don’t you dare.”
. . .
“They start crying like a bunch of bitches.”
That was the word that pushed the deity over the edge, causing her to instantly launch the void star. 1x dodged it, and the two began fighting right there.
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Until . . .
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Just as their weapons were about to clash, a figure appeared out of nowhere.
Stopping the fight instantly. Since the figure in question straight up fell in between them both, it basically silenced the whole room especially the two that were about to fight
Noli and 1x1x1x1 were stunned to see a very tall red Demon on the ground unconscious, the other Killers also don't know what to say right now, other then just staring at the brand new stranger who is also a fellow new killer
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WRATH is slowly waking from unconscious, blinking his eyes constantly to get rid of the blurriness in his vision, he is now shocked to find that he can see way clearly without his glasses now, he is in a sort of comfy cabin, he doesn't know where he is, which made the Demon panic in terror, until he realized…
His Darling Wife is still corrupted by her own GUI…
Making him panic even more, just as he was about to sprint out of there he is suddenly stopped by an unfamiliar Robloxian who looks like a rotting purple corpse floating in the air with a grin on his face? Mask?? Whatever it is now
Noli stared intently, silent and calm. His cold, persistent gaze fixed on that entity, ready to attack… Or so it seemed.
He blinked gently at that moment before asking himself a question inwardly. His dear friend hadn’t told him about this new addition meant for it’s entertainment, and sadly, he hadn’t had time to investigate him; he would have loved to tease the newcomer just as much as the rest.
The deity let out a soft sigh and put away the Void Star he was about to mercilessly throw at 1x, sadly interrupted by a black pole that seemed to be more frightened than they were.
“Hmm… This is adorable and… interesting…. We have a newcomer here!” — Noli whispered, now flashing a delicate, cynical smile at the entity lying on the floor, drawing the attention of nearly all the killers in the cabin. —And it’s curious, since Azure was Spectre’s newest acquisition. . . Until now.— Azure didn’t like that trait Noli had pointed out about him and the newcomers to that hellhole one bit.
WRATH can't help but feel uncomfortable being here, considering the fact he's in a very unfamiliar area with Robloxians he doesn't exactly know at all, not to mention he doesn't know where he is at all either, but what he does know, is that he feels like he's in danger, feeling like as if he is surrounded by a pack of wolves, so he decided to ready himself for a fight by extending his claws, as if waiting for them to attack first
But then suddenly he now noticed a red child with horns that came out of his room, who seemed to want to show something to them, only for the child to also notice him, and immediately c00lkidd lit up in awe when seeing him and sprinted over quickly towards the Demon who is startled by the sudden approach from the red probably demon child
“Wow! You have horns just like me, Mister!” c00lkidd said with joy and a smile on his face, making WRATH lower his guard and smile at the child, as he bent down to Kidd's height
“I guess we do” some of the killers were kind of taken aback by the deep but gentle voice that come out from the demon's mouth, who then patted the head of c00lkidd making him giggle, WRATH can't help but smile at that, although he is still trying to be careful with patting his head knowing how sharp his claws are, maybe he shouldn't have never extended it
“You know my Dad also has horns as well! He's really cool!” c00lkidd said really happy to mention his Dad, but he still can't help but be upset that he couldn't get to spend time with his Papa
“Really now?, what's the name of this amazing father of your’s child?” WRATH genuinely curious and having this strange urge and want to get along with this random unfamiliar child
“His name is 007n7! The coolest dad I know!”
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D-did…
Did he hear that right?, he must have been mishearing it?, because that's the name of his…
“I'm sorry, what did you say the name of your Dad was-” as WRATH is about to ask again just to confirm what c00lkidd said, he is then suddenly teleported into the round
This round’s Killer is…
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WRATH…