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Thump. Thump. Thump.
Noob listened closely to Slasher's footsteps from their hiding spot, hoping- no, praying he doesn't find them. That he doesn't use one of his abilities, or simply decide to look around. Should they eat their ghostburger, just in case? No, no. That's too loud. Slasher would hear it.
Thump. Thump. thump. thump. thump.
Noob breathed a sigh of relief as the footsteps faded into the distance. After all these years trapped here, it never gets better. The fear caused by the killers is always just too much. This relief is rare, few and far between. Noob can't even remember the last time they felt this during a round.
Slasher stared down Dusekkar and Builderman, slowly walking towards the two support survivors. His machete was coated in blood, his stance full of malice. His feet pounded on the soft grass, pressing it down.
"'Bout now would be a good time to use yer magic, Dusekkar!" Builderman whispered to the pumpkin-headed survivor, ready to run away.
"But of course. With this round, we shall even the scores."
Dusekkar readied his staff in the air, shooting a beam made of plasma at Slasher. Slasher grunted, being pushed back, and back, and back even more, before slamming into a wall.
"...Dusekkar? Was that- you?" Builderman inquisited, his face full of shock.
"It seems my powers are beginning to return. I believe this truly is our turn."
The two stared in awe at the killer, stunned in a wall, unable to move. A small hole full of the numbers "1" and "0" lingered besides him for just a second, before quickly dissipating. They didn't have much time to stare, as they were soon teleported back to their cabin. Their only safety net, the only place to feel secure.
"Oh? Did the round end early?" That was Chance. He glanced at the other survivors, "I didn't even getta shoot 'im yet."
"Y-yeah- wasn't there still a few minutes left?" Noob asked, standing from the position they had been hiding in. Their expression was calmer than usual.
"Dusekkar's gettin' his powers back," Builderman stated matter-of-factly, cutting aside any speculation as to why the round ended, "He managed to throw Slasher into a wall."
The room was a bag of mixed emotions. Awe, glee, surprise, shock.
"Explains why I never rolled tails," Chance chimed in, "Guess Lady Luck's back on my side!"
The clock rang. Ding, ding, ding. That signified another round was about to start.
007n7 spawned in near a generator, looking around. Builder Brother's Pizza. Great. He never was too fond of this map, always reminded him of his life before.
Best to use c00lgui to get a start away from the killer, whoever it is. John, maybe? Azure? Charlatan? No way to know yet.
"Papa?" Just as 007n7 was about to use the gui, he heard a voice. Of course. Of Admin damn course.
He took a step back, then another.
"C- c00lkidd! Nice to see ya, buddy...!"
It's always a pain when c00lkidd is killer. The aforementioned red Robloxian ran up to 007n7, and-
Hugged him...?
"Papa... I'm scared..."
"I- huh- are you alright, c00lkidd?"
"I'm sorry... for..." before he could continue, he broke into a sob. He was... apologizing...? For killing, maybe?
"You're alright, kid. It wasn't your fault."
"Papa..."
A small mass of 1s and 0s appeared beside c00lkidd as the round ended. The survivors appeared back together in the cabin.
"Again...?" Jane muttered.
"c00lkidd... he..."
"We know, Seven. We've been over this a hundred times." Elliot said.
"No, he- he was back to being himself, he- apologized!"
"He... apologized? For killing?"
"He didn't get to say. The round ended before he could."
"How... odd. We could use this," Jane said, "Give me some time and I'll figure something out."
Jane sat in her study, looking through several files she had collected over the years. Doombringer, Stalker, Wanwood... where was- Ah, there it was! Her file on c00lkidd. An infamous hacker adopted by former-hacker 007n7. Upon being Forsaken, he has started killing, under the belief he's playing a game of tag.
Has he realized what he's doing? No, no... the one that trapped them here would just make him forget. Unless-
Well, that would explain why Dusekkar is getting his powers back. The Spectre is losing power!
Jane ran upstairs, out of the cellar, shouting out "Everyone!"
"So, what you're saying is... we can escape?" Wanwood asked, her voice quiet and questioning.
"In theory," Jane said, "I'm still figuring out how."
Out of the corner of Jane's eye, she saw... something. A hole in the air, 1s and 0s pouring out.
"But I think I have an idea." She said.