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Ever since I was "forsakened" and ended up in a different realm, I still kept having the same flashbacks that seemed to haunt me up until now. I couldn't remember much, but I remembered that I was bleeding out, crawling desperately on the snow and frantically looking around. I was sobbing and crying, maybe that's how I got the tremors. I was always cold, having to stay near the fireplace everytime or receive the blankets from the others. But I wasn't alone, obviously.
Chance helped me get out of my shell and became my first friend, told me everything I should expect and taught me some things. I even got introduced to the others, thanks to Chance, I'm slowly becoming more and more close with the other survivors. I don't remember their names, but I still remember most of them. Which also means I get to keep my sanity, I could hang out, rest, or just not join any rounds. Our place to stay is the cabin across the main lobby area, there're few houses so I shared a room with Veeronica. Though, I couldn't help but feel... Mesmerized, drawn to the light of her screen.. So I had to wear my goggles to avoid getting attracted by the light, I'm still embarrassed from that but she understood. I'm a Moth, after all.
And yeah, the routines are the same and there's nothing much to do other than survive, do generators, defend your teammates, stun the killer, repeat. You do it over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over and over and over and over... It's never ending.
So it was the next day, I was chatting with Chance and listening to him rant about his pet bunny Spade and how he misses his "baby", we didn't notice the round had started. This round's killer? Mafioso.
"...Mafioso...?" I repeated, tilting my head in confusion. I've never heard of him, never knew of him.
But Chance did.
I noticed how their posture stiffened, his charming smile faltered to a strained poker face with an underlying tone of panic. They quickly ran away without saying a word. I was puzzled, confused. What the hell?
I decided to go set up some landmines with Taph, who was placing down tripwires around the corners and popped out a Subspace Tripmine. I couldn't help but be amazed and intrigued by the design, even though I've seen it a bazillion time. "I'm still wondering how you obtained that... How does it work?" I asked him, they signed something with their hands and... I'm not familiar with hand sign language, so she gave up and walked off.
...And I may or may not have gotten myself lost and separated from the group, it was quiet... Too quiet actually, I looked around to see if anyone was around.
"...Elliot? Guest 1337? Two Time?" I spoke out in a levelled tone, not too quiet but not too loud.
That's when I heard footsteps, a heavy one as well. I quickly hid behind a crumbled wall and held my breath.
"He's around here somewhere..." The sound of a gravel-like voice was heard. I flinched. I never heard of that sound before. But then I was curious, who was it?
Curiosity won over and I slowly, very slowly, peeked over to see who it is and...
Oh.
My.
God.
"...Woah." I whispered underneath my breath. I was attracted, mesmerized, and drawn to him like how a moth would be drawn to flames.
He looked... How should I describe it, handsome, beautiful, gorgeous. The fabrics of his white collar dress clung perfectly tight on his broad chest, his sleeves rolled up that I could see his body hair and scars he battled in the past. Wearing shades that concealed his eyes, I really wanted to see what his eyes look like, his hair swept back neatly. I felt my heart skip a beat, my words died in my throat, my pupils dilated and I felt warm and fuzzy...
I was in love.
Lovestruck by his appearance. I immediately forgot what I was doing.
Whenever he looked back and walked away, I slowly (and silently) crept forward. Well, I didn't need to try anyway, my passive made my footsteps softer and quieter by 80% (may or may not be bragging about it.)
He would mumble into his earpiece, watching him scan the area like a guard dog searching for any movements or traces of a survivor. I fell for him even harder. I would watch from afar, gawking at him and sighing dreamily. Oh where were you when I was still alive...?
He didn't notice me, I was freely moving around like a ghost. Our footsteps were a contrast, his finger tapped idly on the pommel of his baton. I wonder if he used to work as a police officer... Or by weapon choice.
I would stay to watch and daydream about him, fantasizing the impossible... But I quickly scolded myself mentally, he would kill me on the spot if I even tried to walk up t him. But he looked like he would. I was so surprised he didn't even catch a glimpse of me! I could've sworn the tip of my wings was in his point of view, might be just the shades he's wearing haha..
The round ended and we were all sent back to our designated area, I was still daydreaming to notice. I felt giddy and sighed dreamily again, I could feel my neck fur fluffing up... I knew the other survivors notice my sudden behavior, but I was too in love to acknowledge them. Hurriedly, I rushed to my cabin, pulled out my diary and pen and jotted down my thoughts.
I hope to see him again...