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The void star glared at Noli as he steps out onto the path of C00l Carnival, and he pushes down the feelings building inside him; loneliness mostly. Sure, he had the other killers, but he missed Seven, his best friend.
He knew this round he would be able to convince Seven to join him; the Spectre had told him just before the round. If he could convince Seven to join the killers he would allow it for drama.
Noli sets out, charging up and launching himself forward with the void star, easily speeding through the map to a group of survivors, plowing through them with ease. They barely put up a fight, most of them obviously confused by hallucinations; one of his abilities.
Noli didn’t have it in him to focus, his mind was too focused on Seven, finding him, but first he had to get the others out of the way.
He spots the pizza boy- Elliot, same one from before the game, the one he and Seven used to torment- and changes targets, throwing the void star at the other chest.
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Seven was hiding in the corner of the map, inside what seemed to be an old snack station, judging by the popcorn poppers, old and rusty, by the wall. Seven was like a mouse, silent, small, and scared, and Noli was his rat. He knew Noli was the chosen killer today based on the sparks and errors coming off the generator three meters to his left. He flinches every time he hears the “POP” of one of the machines wires sparking, anticipating the tragedy masked killer to come over to him.
He hears a noise cue that seems to echo through every wall and floor in the map, his allies were dropping like flies. Even though he knew they would appear, unharmed, back at the cabin, he was still terrified. They still felt the pain of death, even if temporary. He could only pray Noli wasn’t feeling like a cat-and-mouse chase today.
The noise continue, sporadic over the next three minutes, until he hears a loud buzzer, he’s the last one left. The band on his wrist buzzes, showing a mini-map of the area around him, and he can see Noli is pretty far away still. But if he could see Noli, that meant Noli could see him.
Seven rushes away from the generator, and pulls out his GUI, pressing a button to set off a clone- generating copies was his only useful ability, he had to hope the clone was convincing enough to keep Noli away.
He wasn’t that lucky- he never was.
He felt the burn of a thousand suns in his back as he saw stars, tumbling over the path onto hard concrete. He tries to stand, feeling a foot on his back.
“Found ya, Se-se-seven” Comes a voice like static, crisp and dangerous, glitching and repeating like a broken record, and he can’t breathe suddenly.
“Cat got your tongue, Sev’? It’s alright, I managed to convince big guy in the sky to give us some time…” Noli’s foot leaves Seven’s back when he’s sure the survivor won’t try to run.
“You know, sitting in the killers lobby alo-lo-lone, it gets lonely.” He says smoothly, rolling the void star between his hands.
“My loneliness, is killing me.” His face comes closer to Seven’s petrified one, The left half covered by a comedy mask- though it could change between comedy and tragedy to fit the killers mood- the right side was purple skull, corrupted by the void star, and Seven cant help but imagine his Noli, that chocolate skin, bright smile, snorting laugh.
“I must confess, I still believe.” The purple killer continues, interrupting Seven’s thoughts, as Seven rolls onto his back, scooting backwards, eyes still making contact, too scared to look away.
“When I’m not with you, I lose my mind!” His voice is getting louder, as he extends his hand.
“So, join me! Those others don’t treat you right anyways. We could be just like we used to! Let the past be the past, wreak havoc again! Give me a sign!”
Seven gulps, memories of his time with his best friend flashing past his vision as his hand shakily rises.
“I must confess, that my loneliness, is killing me now.” He sees doubt in Noli’s eyes.
“Don’t you know, I still believe.” His hand grasps Noli’s, and he feels something bloom in his chest that hadn’t in over ten years; excitement, pure and fueled by chaos.
“That you will be here and give me a sign.” He stands now and makes his choice.
“Hit me baby one more time.”