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CHAPTER ONE: Prologue.
Hundreds of civilians were evacuated out of the Bunker that night. The glass windows of the houses shone brightly. Most of the lower windows were shattered from swords, bricks, spears—you name it. The sun peeked over the city walls just enough for light to find its way into the village.
Hyperventilating, Caretaker collapsed by the side of a house. Her arm had a nasty gash in it. Opening a first-aid kit and disinfecting her bleeding wound, she finished bandaging her fresh injuries. The cold air tickled her cheeks. Caretaker got up, cursing under her breath. She was usually very timid, but this whole ongoing massacre caused her to harden up.
Maybe if she found other civilians, it didn't matter sentinal or not, would she feel better.
Quietly and carefully navigating her way around the houses, fields of drying blood stains covered the wet grass and house walls. It must've rained the night before... Her forehead was burning. The grass brushed her bruised, bare feet. Her ripped white apron and black hair flapped in the wind wildly. Even though the air was freezing, her eyes were hot.
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The world seemed to hold a grudge against her.
Caretaker stumbled across a “camp” surrounded by trees, with 3 injured and unconscious civilians around. It wasn’t really a camp, though; there were no tents, just a sorry attempt at setting fire, and the three civilians—who she made out to be a Revolver, Taunt, and Hotdog—were knocked out cold. Taunt was the most injured, with cuts up and down his arm. Caretaker deduced he was slashed by a sword. Thinking about it, she knew only two people who used a sword. Both of them were at large for committing mass murder.
Looking closer, she noticed the bullet chamber in Revolver’s revolver was emptied out completely, the smell of gunpowder lingering around the nozzle. Caretaker quickly kneeled down and searched her pockets for any potions she’d left over…
Nothing.
She groaned, taking off her nurse’s cap and throwing it at the dewy grass. It flew away, away into the face of…
“Would you please sign my petition?”
A black box dug into her back violently, causing her to turn around. A pen and clipboard floated in front of her. They flew into her hands with some type of invisible force? Her eyes observed the three men, and laid on the man in the middle.
The man in question wore a cheeky smirk and a checkered red and black vest with a grey undershirt and tie to go with it. His pants were beige, and his black shoes polished. Though he was a civilian, he was oddly yellow and tall.
Devesto.
It took Caretaker a moment to recognize the man, but it was him for sure.. As for the other 2, she observed them more.
A man with a cyan bioluminescent face covered in blood-stained bandages, and a body draped in pitch black cloth; Pursuer.
Next to him, a French man dressed in a black vest and pants. He wore a black tophat, opera mask, and a white undershirt. In his hand was a black wand, and his skin was covered in white powder from head to toe; Artful.
“Answer me. Would you please sign my petition?” Devesto muttered, slower than the last time he asked.
“I-I…” She could barely make out any words. Caretaker would’ve never thought of this scenario. Ever.
Artful huffed, giving her a cocky sideye. He crossed his arms and spat at her. "So? What's the verdict?"
Pursuer growled. He earned a quick glare from Artful, which he responded with a fake smile towards the man. His cyan teeth stuck out unevenly, and Artful was immensely creeped out by this. He scootched farther away from Pursuer.
“...Will you sign my petition?” Devesto questioned even slower. They stared at each other for a while.
And even though she never really declined, Devesto picked up a brick using his F3X from the house wrecks and threw it at Caretaker violently. Using the toolbox, he bashed her multiple times. Her bones instantly cracked, and she let out a blood curdling screech. The pain was too much for her to handle, and she ultimately fainted. She slumped down, and her head collided with the ground first. It landed on the logs. Blood splattered. Artful looked away as fast as he could.
Her face was disfigured, beyond recognition. Caretaker's arms were disjointed, and they bent at all the wrong angles. Her nose was heavily crooked, and some of the bones in her fingers peaked out. Her chest was completely ripped open from the sheer force of the brick. If you looked closer, you could make out her broken ribs and torn arteries.
Pursuer jumped forward, taking only a bite or two out of the unconscious civilians. He slowly chewed, spitting out the bones he managed to rip out from their bodies.
Devesto was unfazed by this; he was just worried about getting the bodily fluids on himself. Artful, however, was horrified. How come he and the man beside him hadn’t been attacked by Pursuer? It was odd—he and Devesto were also civilians. He knew why Pursuer didn’t attack Devesto, though, so that didn't matter.. Whatever it was that was stopping himself from being mauled, he was thankful for it.
“What a nuisance. I would’ve spared her if she just wrote her name…” Devesto rolled his eyes, crossing his arms dramatically. Artful shook his head, coming back to his senses quickly.
“Psh, what a shame. Her flamboyant acting was splendid, I could’ve included her in one of my shows,” Artful muttered, trying to cover up his disgust. Devesto shook his head, chuckled, and walked away.
“She…acting?” Pursuer growled.
“...I’m being sarcastic.” Artful turned around and followed Devesto. Pursuer did the same after looking at the corpses.
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After being bloxxed, the 4 civilians respawned in a cabin. A timer was softly ticking on a table in front of a fireplace, reading 0:31. Revolver was the first to wake up.
He watched as when the timer slowly hit 0:00, a bunch of Robloxians—Revolver knew there were at least 5—burst into the cabin. They instantly stopped their chatter as they stared at the sheriff and 3 other unconcious civilians on the floor.