Work Text:
This world is a never ending cycle of death, killing you over and over and over. No one wants to do it, no one wants to continue, but they must. If there is an end to this nightmare, then standing around in one place is not going to find it.
Perhaps it is a cruel twist of fate that you have to chose the entities that try to end your lives; a sick play by whatever god/king/master/asshole runs this whole shit show. At least it allows you to chose what you feel the most comfortable with dealing with, because there are definitely some that everyone prefers over others. Like Mart! Cute, adorable, lovable Mart- minus the murder on contact. Or the bell, the mostly harmless, slightly annoying, bell.
There's also entities that everyone just hates dealing with.
And if there is one entity that everyone hates in this nightmare of a nullhellscape it is that damn Telefragger.
Honestly? Who invited that guy to the party? Did it sneak in through the back door? Everyone groans the moment they realise that the Telefragger is afoot- and it is never voted for, it's always forced upon you with purgatory usages. Then it is ggs to the Grapplers in the group, and a constant need to be ready to turn heel the moment it decides to pop up in front of you for the rest of the group. A lot of runs through this dimension have been brought to an end on the simple virtue that the Telefragger decided to make an appearance.
But as of late, it has become much less of a problem to deal with. For your team mates, not you. Oh no, the Telefragger has become a much, much bigger problem for you.
Whenever the Telefragger shows up, you've noticed that it has become more… inclined to teleport in front of you. Just you. At first, you thought it was just plain and simple bad luck, like how sometimes you can keep stuck with a daycare's worth of babies if the random spawn curse randomly decides to put you right next to them all.
But then it kept happening. Over. And over. Telefragger enters the area, and it becomes as unshakable as the conga line of skin walkers trailing along behind you.
Others have noticed too. You've been made well aware of it by how often you have to hear jokes of them thanking you for 'distracting' the Telefragger for them.
You usually just laugh bitterly along. Sure, the Telefragger not telefucking people over is beneficial in the long run, but just once you'd like it to not be you. Just once you'd like to not be forced to stay sharp on your toes. You're getting sick of it, of hearing those squeaky… footsteps? Of seeing that strange, featureless form. Of the way it wraps its stupid noodle limbs and pulls you in close right before it-
You just hate that guy. Like everyone else stuck in this place. The sooner you find a way out of here, the sooner that thing can be little more than a terrible memory to be buried beneath trauma and therapy. Until such a day occurs, you've just got to endure.