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Anything to get out.
The survivors would do anything to get out. [REDACTED] knew this. They exploited it.
But they've only walked from one nightmare into another.
{-With the survivors-}
"Come on, you guys! We can get out of here!! We should take the deal!" Shedletsky tried to reason with the others.
"We could be walking into someplace worse if we leave, John. At least here it's familiar." Builderman pointed out.
007n7 sighed and quietly spoke up. "Is there even a place worse than this? Getting killed over and over." As normal, no one really paid him any mind.
"The Divine and Amazing Spawn will tell us the way!" Two Time smiled in their creepy way, standing up. "I shall go pray and seek their guidance!" They skipped away, probably headed somewhere quiet to pray.
A sigh and a shake of a head. "I understand concerns - new things can bring a fright. But maybe we should take it; it may free us of our plight." Ah, that familiar rhyming. Dusekkar floated into the room, gently clutching his staff to his chest.
Guest squared his shoulders. "I'm sure whatever gets thrown our way, the team can handle it. I have faith that you all will do okay if we go to this place." He swept his eyes over everyone currently in the main cabin. His eyes lingered on 007n7 for a few seconds longer before turning away.
Taph enters the cabin. Everyone noticed that they were wearing a different outfit - instead of their normal dark attire, they were sporting white clothing, which appeared rather bulky. Their normal hood was replaced by a white ushanka, but they still had a face mask covering their nose down.
They started signing frantically. They had gotten stabbed in the neck the previous round - they could still talk (via emojis, of course), but it injured their already sore throat, so they'd opted to go for sign language instead. Unfortunately, only one man here knew sign language, and he was quite rusty, if he was ever good in the first place.
007n7 sighed and pushed his pink-frame glasses up a little. "Taph, slow down, please, will ya'?" Chance and Shedletsky both snickered quietly. They weren't known as troublemakers for nothing, I suppose. "It's been a while since I've read - or used - sign language."
Taph rolled their eyes (you couldn't see their eyes, but you could just feel the aura of pure sass this man exuded as he did, you just knew), but slowed down reluctantly.
They held their hands out, right hand above left, as if holding onto a rope, and pulled them in, closing them into fists.
They set their right hand palm up in the center of their chest, then gently made a scooping motion with their left hand atop their non-dominant hand.
Lastly, they held their hands - all five fingers splayed out - and slowly ran them down the length of their body.
"They got a new outfit." 007n7 said simply, leaning back.
"What they were signing earlier seemed a lot more in-depth than just 'new clothes.'" Elliot pointed out sarcastically.
"Back on track, everyone! Do we take the deal to change to another "game" that potentially has more danger, or stay here forevermore and die in loops?" Builderman redirected the conversation back to what it was supposed to be about.
"We should do a vote." Chance said casually, leaning back against the wall and flipping their coin.
Noob, who had been silent until now, pulled out a white board and made a T-chart quietly. Builderman smiled and patted their shoulder appreciatively.
"S-so... what does everyone decide?" Noob voiced the question timidly.
"I vote we take the deal." Guest said firmly. Noob sketched his name quietly under "agree".
"Heads, take the deal, tails, don't." Chance mumbled to themself, before flipping their coin. They glanced down and grinned. "Heads! I vote we take it!" They called to Noob, who wrote their name under agree.
Taph, who was barely a part of the discussion at all, raised their arms in a big fat X. A definite no. Noob nodded and wrote the first name under disagree.
"I don't think we should." 007n7 called quietly. Anyone with half a brain could figure out he just didn't want to leave c00lkidd, though. Still, Noob wrote his name under disagree, next to Taph's.
"This could free us, so I plea; that my name be placed under agree." Dusekkar rhymed monotonely. I swear, the pumpkin-headed man had one tone, and it was literally what mystery would be as a sound.
"Let's do it! Fresh change of pace, right?" Shedletsky smiled, a bucket of chicken subconsciously clutched to his side. Wait, where did he even get that from? He didn't have it a minute ago. ...oh well, I guess?
"Place my name under agree, 'kay kid?" Builderman offered a small smile to Noob, who nodded and wrote his name down under agree.
"So that l-leaves... Me, Two Time, Elliot... and that's all! ...s-speaking of, where is Two Time?"
"Was someone requesting my presence? How delightful!" A manic giggle from the doorway. "I prayed, and the Great and Almighty Spawn said that we should take the deal!" Noob meekly nodded and wrote two names under agree - Two Time's and their own.
"As long as I'm not targetted, I'm down." Elliot called jokingly, a smile on his face.
Noob wrote the final name down. "M-Majority voted to take the deal.. sorry.." They looked apologetically at 007n7.
He looked heartbroken. Despite the hell he was in, he got to see his son happy again - of course he was going to be upset about losing him all over again. Still, he swallowed and responded. "It's alright, Noob... it isn't your fault." He chuckled, sounding on the verge of tears.
Guest knelt down in front of him into an embrace. "It's okay to cry, seven... I was the same way when I had to leave my daughter. It's alright.."
While they were having their (rather gay) moment, Chance spoke. "Hey, big bad! We take your deal." In an instant, they were whisked away. The only traces they had ever even been there was Elliot's dropped pizza box...
Bonus scene:
"B-Builderman?" Noob looks up at him nervously.
Builder turns to them. "Yeah, kid, whaddya need?"
"Why did you agree to the vote at the end when you were initially against it?"
Builderman sighed. "...don't ya' worry about it, kid." When he thought Noob wouldn't notice, he let his eyes drift over to Shedletsky, who was now exploring the new area, with a longing expression.
Noob saw, though. And nervousness or not, wingman duties were calling. (You know how flies rub their little legs together? Yeah now put Noob in fly form with that action.)