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As the grueling match with the survivors and killer has ended, all the survivors have now spawned back into the main cabin — where they hangout, where outside the main cabin is on a island surrounded by the ocean that never seems to end, and a few cabins nearby the main cabin.
Elliot, the pizza guy, have decided to leave the main cabin first, not wanting to see a certain character in his life where he was just working at the pizzeria.
The usual moonlight comes to greet him once more, as it was always dark in this place that all of them call hell, despite hell being seen as surrounded by fire, guilt and sins — it was still enough to call this place hell due to the fact they're constantly forced to be in a match every single time twelve hours have passed.
On the corner of his eyes — was a board, it was usually there for everyone to show their art to pass time, but this time he noticed something than just a weird drawing of c00lkid's art of clones delivering pizza.
It was a rather large poster of spectre's hand reaching out to the supposed viewer and with that weird smile that he apparently has despite not seeing him with a mouth, or even his figure at all. Elliot's gaze went to the words that was on the poster. "COME TO THERAPY WITH SPECTRE!!" Which was absolutely not welcoming at all since he's the one who sent them all to this place and is now apparently offering free therapy.
Elliot wondered if it was even a good idea to go in there — along with other people. He decided it was a good idea to tell to the others to hear their opinion, he rushed to the main cabin, almost tripping if it weren't from that specific rock that was conveniently placed near the entrance, he managed to get inside — out of breath and probably out of energy because of the running that wasn't even that far.
The others were worried, and confused as to why Elliot rushed to the main cabin, Taph offered water to him which he gladly took and drank, feeling the cold water go down his throat, he finally got his energy back and looked at them, before quickly standing up straight as Taph signed, asking why he rushed to get here.
Elliot took a breath for a moment, before quickly explaining. "Y-You see, I found a weird poster on the usual board where we get to put our..well art work in there.. There was a poster that looked like it was made by Spectre, offering some..weird therapy of some sorts." He says, the others were confused, wondering if Elliot lost his mind after getting chased by the killer, but they followed him to check it out.
It was in fact real, Guest raised an eyebrow — afterall the person that sent them into this hell was suddenly offering therapy of some sorts. His fist balled up, wondering if it was a trap — waiting for them to accept, only to be sent to another level of hell.
Well that's until a portal showed up and they were all sucked inside it, the portal shoved them out to some weird unknown room, some characters also tripped and fell (specifically Chance and Shedletsky) while others managed to not trip, or just float (Dusekkar).
In the room was filled with what seemed like space, bunch of stars in the area and objects literally drifting off, in the middle is where seats are, multiple seats in different sides, and there they saw the killers, also looking confused and duct taped to the seat.
While Spectre is — holding a cup of coffee, and while they have never seen him in person, he looked humanoid to say the least, if it weren't for the creepy slender like body, his body abnormally big and tall, in their eyes, they're unable to see more features about him, only a simple black hat and white glowing eyes.
Guest instinctively went in front of the group to protect the others, a serious look onto his face as Shedletsky's sword was sent drifting off to Spectre's desk, as well as Dusekkar's staff.
The Spectre calmly raised his hand to stop any conflict, knowing killers would immediately start yelling (or rather just stare at them with an intent of killing them) He spoke calmly, his voice unnerving and clear. "No weapons or fighting allowed — take your seats on the opposite sides of the killers."
The survivors, unable to disobey due to the fact that they still have no clue what Spectre could possibly pull up with, especially if he can just force the killers to behave almost immediately, hesitantly sat down to the opposing side.
Spectre nodded, humming in appreciation before pulling out a clipboard and adjusting his black glasses that they didn't even see — he stared at them, waiting for a word.