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Roxxane woke up how she always had. Hungover, with a pounding headache and an empty Bloxy on their windowsill. I mean, angels have their vices, right?
She stood up and stretched her arms, legs, wings… Wait- wings?! She felt the feathered appendages flick and flutter as she stretched them. Weird… She’ll learn to use them later.
She stepped towards the mirror, her eyes adjusted to the cold, mechanical lights of the lightbulb in the center of the room. Did the rooms get upgrades while she slept? Guess he was always a heavy sleeper.
… Actually, it looked like the whole room got changed. Is this some sort of prank? He walked over to his newly installed desk. There’s photos of noob on it. No photos of them together, though…. He’s just so dreamy when he isn’t scared!
She walked away from the desk for a bit to go back to her bedside. She finds a cooler under her bed. She can already smell the syrupy flavor from behind the metal door. Small problem, though… There’s a code on it… A code lock. What?! Just let her get the cola, damnit! She punched the door, leaving behind a small scratch on her fingers and no damage to the door. It’s best not to do that again.
She moves towards his wardrobe. Inside she finds past dresses, suits and everyday clothes that he used to wear. She grabbed a fresh bra, a long sleeve shirt, and some sweatpants. It’s a free day, after all! Though, she finds it weird that they’re all in mint condition. No stains, no wrinkles… It’s almost *too* perfect. How did they even get like this? He’s all okay with the weird ghost thing giving em’ some upgrades, but this is a bit much…
Whatever. They need a drink. Hopefully the other survivors don’t mind them doing a little day drinking!~
… Whatever. They just need a Bloxy.
So they turned the handle on their door. What met them was a sight to behold- everyone at the dinner table. Look- she’s seen some killers be friendly before. But… They didn’t think they’d see… Uh- them all sitting down for a family dinner? They all have their own seats, they look… Normal?
“Hey. New guy. Bout time you woke up.” 1x1x1x1x said, his voice booming above the rest. He wore a a white apron, stained with a little bit of syrup. The voice was quickly cut off by a giggle. C00LKID looked at BLUEDUDD as he flicked him on the head again. “You’re it, you’re it!” He laughed on and on as BLUEDUDD tried to reach him as well, but was too short to reach him at all. The rest were eating peacefully, but Noli seemed to be in charge of controlling the little ones.
“… Pancakes or salad?” 1x said, looking her dead in the eyes. “Pancakes, please.” She said, her voice falling a bit. As catty as she was, he didn’t really know what to do when faced with something louder than her. She took an empty seat, waiting for food… Maybe with a Bloxy she’d make more sense of this.
“You guys have any Bloxy? I’ve been dying for one since I woke up…” She asked, brushing and straightening his hair with her fingers. (I swear, were there always these many knots there?) 1x sighed, passing the tired girl some water. “This would probably help you more.” He rolled his eyes and moved onto helping the two kids next to him calm down.
“… Oh, thanks.” She scoffed, begrudgingly taking the glass of water. She could barely drink it. It tasted just… TERRIBLE! Maybe it’s just cause they’re hungover, or she’s just gotten used to the syrup in her Bloxy- but it didn’t change the fact that she hated every drop of this in her mouth. But still… She gulped the water down, leaving her feeling actively disgusted but slightly better. But before she could lament much more- it was time for food.
The thought of it brought her back to the survivors cabin. I mean- it’s not like she’s been ignoring it, or that she had any actual nostalgia for it… I mean, she just moved in here! Anyway- Food she ate was a weird concept for her. It was always something that nagged at her at the back of her head- but it was never anything that actively affected her. She was given the same food the rest of the survivors were given. Tasteless pills and a drink of their choice. Most of the house chose something simple and natural, like some water or juice (in Sheddys case. Fat fuck.). She- of course, chose Bloxy. So having something so… Normal in front of her was almost destabilizing. Almost.
She was quickly ripped out of her thoughts as she caught a whiff of some… Really well made Pancakes? “Huh. Did Sheddy keep you as chef before you went rouge? These look REALLY good!” He said, chuckling a bit. 1x looked at him with a dead stare. “No. I’ve just been put in food duties cause I’m the only one with the amount of functional limbs and control of my own body to do so.” 1x said, rolling his eyes. “But what about Jason?” She fired back, looking at the suspiciously still man across the table. 1x looks at him and back at her. “… Come on. He’s an alien. He doesn’t even know what food is. And if we tell him- he might just start eating us.” 1x stomped off to go get some butter and syrup.
“… Wow, he really doesn’t have a sense of humor, doesn’t he?” She said, looking back down at her food. John Doe shrugged. “Can you blame the guy? He’s been trying to stop one guy who sucks from being happy, failed at it, and is not stuck in a pocket dimension where he can’t escape the guy!” John Doe said, breaking the silence that started after 1x left the room. “Yeah, I get that, but he’s been in here for what, a year? Come on, I get pitying something- but it’s been long enough to go through the stages of grief three times over! He’s just being a dick!” Roxxane rolled her eyes before taking a deep breath. John Doe just laughed. “He’s also killed your squad 16000 times when you were still with them.” Roxxane nodded her head. “Fair enough.”