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It was a quiet night. Well, as quiet as it could get for 007n7. Waking up constantly because his wings would start to shift uncomfortably under his shirt was not something he enjoyed.
“Ugh…”
Seven groaned, sitting up and beginning to stretch. His wings shifting under his shirt as they tried to stretch out, but failed as his shirt kept them confined under the fabric.
He took off his shirt and put on one that had two slits in the back where his wings would go. He sat back in his “nest” on his bed (or a badly made one because of few blankets and things he had, which we quickly guessed was because of his past as an exploiter).
He extended a wing in front of him and started to get rid of some of the loose feathers. (His wings go from top = white to bottom = red)
His feathers were somehow still soft despite him basically being a reanimated corpse, which had surprised him at first. How could someone still be alive after sh00t1ng their brains out…
He didn’t notice his hands slowly clenching as his mind became preoccupied with his thoughts.
*sigh* “Maybe I can find more medkits today, try and help out the other survivors. They’ll just be wasted on me anyway, but maybe it’ll help the others. I just have abilities that only really help myself. I don’t need a bigger reminder of how useless I am… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to-“
*Ding*
*Ding*
*Ding*
And of course the Spectre had decided to start a round soon. Thankfully he had finished and so he quickly checked how much time he had.
‘2:00’
Okay, he could get ready in that amount of time! Yeah. 007n7 tried to quickly put on what he would usually wear with his wings as safely as he could, tucked underneath his shirt and jacket.
“Chirp!”
A small chirp was heard from his nightstand, and near the broken lamp was his Noob spider, Fangs.
Oh. He couldn’t forget him, he would feel extremely guilty if he forgot them.
“Sorry, little guy…” he awkwardly chuckled as he reached his hand down for Fangs to crawl onto and crawl up to his hat before sitting down at the top and going back to sleep.
“Night, Fangs.” He said, gently rubbing Fangs head, so he didn’t accidentally hurt them.
Round starting:
Killer: 1x1x1x1
‘Great… hopefully I can be of some use this round. God I hate being so useless…’
He could feel his wings puff up underneath his clothes in response.
Let’s just hope nobody questions the odd behavior 007n7 briefly emits during the round… or the feathers…
(Yeah, he didn’t clean them as good as he thought, his mind was…occupied… per say…)