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Guest 1337 spawned in.
The grass against his shoes should have felt comforting. Grass is supposed to be soft, right? But he was familiar to the feeling of something that would doom you to hell’s end. Each of grass shouldn’t have lived up to its name, but oh boy it did. He knew he had to stay strong. For Daisy, Matt, and little Charlotte. Yes, he’d win this time. He was going to survive this round and prove to everyone how strong he really was.
Elliot spawned in. Instantly, he got a feeling. That… customer was here. The red one. The thought of him made his heart race.
Elliot was reminded of his third round here.
Elliot watched as c00lkidd came closer, closer, so close he could feel his horrible, bitter breath run along his neck. “I missed you sooo0oo0OooOo090Oo MUCH! HaahHhahHahahHahahahahHahHhHahhaah!” c00lkidd grabbed Elliot’s arm. Elliot suddenly felt the tightest grip he had ever felt in his entire life. His arm instantly lost circulation. It turned from gold into a rich yellow with horrible blotches of pale blue. Elliot had never felt such terror before. c00lkidd’s soulless eyes stared into Elliot’s as the sinew split and muscles hang on for dear life. This attempt of the muscles to remain together was futile. What was strong and somewhat healthy was now some sort of paste. Blood was spurting from the wound.
“I wonder what your blood would taste like on a pizza! Hehehe!”
Guest came up to Elliot before he could fully reminisce on what happened that day. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just…”
“c00lkidd? Don’t worry, I can protect you. Just stay strong. Hey, let’s do that generator.”
“Okay…”
They got it down. They knew every single combination. They had forgotten how long it had been since they were placed by the Spectre’s evil hand. At least, they had each other. They knew that even though they’d die almost every round, they’d respawn. They would never be alone. Never… again.
Sometimes their hands would touch each others’ and they’d stop and blush, but slowly get back to work. Moments like these gave them a break for all they’ve endured, aside from their 40 second break in between rounds. They all wished it was longer. Sadly, they had to bow to the Spectre. It had been so torturing for them all to revere something that was causing them chronic pain and disease.
A faint laugh resounded in the distance. A chill ran through Elliot’s spine. No, not again, he thought. This couldn’t be that wretched child.
Footsteps grew closer. It was, in fact, that wretched child.
“Oh my GOLLY GEe3EeEEeEeE3eEeEe333eEE33eee3! Are you two, like, DA-4–@-A-@X-@TI-1ING—?! IIiiIIIi’m so SORRRRRY YOUR LITTLE DATE HAS TO END!” with genuine remorse, went the Cool Kid.
But just as he reeled back his fist…
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BAM!!!! THE LITTLE GUY GOT A KNUCKLE SANDWHICH!!!
“OOOO0OO0OHH!!!1!1!!!!1 S0o Th@TS HOW YOU WANNA… Play… oh…—well, I’LL GIVE ELLY ONE TOO!”
C00lkid reeled back his arm with all the might of the Spectre.
Purple bloomed on Elliot’s face. Instead of rich gold, his face was now a bumpy amalgamate of pus, blood, sweat, and tears. His left cheek had a large enough bump to grant the generous gift of almost-blindess in his left eye. Not only that, but his heart was racing like hell. Every time he tried to move himself he was shot with the force of a thousand suns.
Out of the blur of his new wound, he could see his dear Guest fighting off Okay Toddler. That wasn’t what he had to focus on right now. He took his final breath.
Guest and Lame Adult were having the showdown ever. A lunge followed up with a poisoned pizza, free of charge. Guest was determined to make this horrible wretched child to a permanent end. The Spectre would have one less minion, one less terror. Guest landed a punch on c00lkidd. The smart Awesome Fetus juked him from behind a corner, into a punch in the knee. Guest 1337 came in for his finishing blow. He pinned Fucking Awful Elder to a wall by his throat.
“Do you know what you have done? You have caused so much pain to me, to Elliot, to all of us. Even your own father. Your tongue is bitter and, and your hands are horrible. You cause harm without thinking, You think this is a — a FUCKING game, don’t you? I’m going to put a stop to you. No one will miss you, not even your own — your… father.” Guest 1337 forced the words out of his tongue, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“My own… father?”
For the first time in years, tears welled up in c00lkidd’s eyes. For the first time in years, he could see everything that was really happening, He now knew he was not playing tag. He was killing everyone who he deemed special to him. His own… father, too. He couldn’t count how many time he’d kill him in cold blood. Again and again, time after time. He was a wretched child.
“Daddy… I’m so sorry… I know you couldn’t love me anymore…” For the first time in years, he cried tears of remorse and sorrow. He took his final breath.
Black blood spewed everywhere. Instead of wine red, c00lkidd was pale and sad. A horrifying corpse.
Guest went over to Elliot. He knew he was staying strong.
Elliot? Are you alive?
Elliot, wake up.
Here, I’ve got some bandages. I can wrap you up in them.
Dusekkar can heal your wounds.
Elliot! Wake the fuck up! We need you!
Elliot, this isn’t fucking funny.
Elliot?
Elliot… wake up! Wake up, Elliot! We NEED you! You’re a crucial part, to our, society! You’re our hic saving grace! You have to hic wake up! YOU NEED TO WAKE UP! WAKE UP WAKE UP hic WAKE UP!
This isn’t working… It can’t be…
C00lkidd is gone… One of the Spectre’s terrors is gone. But so is our dearest healer. Our finest, most precious Elliot!
No, I’m not thinking right! He’ll respawn when we get back to the lobby!
Elliot? Where are you?
Why aren’t you anywhere here?
Hey, tell me where you are!
After 28 minutes of searching, Elliot was nowhere to be found. He was gone. Guest failed. Guest failed. He wasn’t strong enough. He wasn’t strong enough. He wasn’t strong enough.