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The time for the season of winter.
Nosferatu wasn't much of a fan of winter time. It was cold, not to mention all the snow outside during this time. Sure, there was an excuse to get all cozy and warm by a fireplace, but he just never liked the thought of the cold. Though when didn't he have something to complain about? It was a common rencurrance for him to complain about at least something.
Nosferatu had always been at least a little bit moody. It was quite common for him to be, so no one was really surprised by it by now. The usual complaints were heard from him every few rounds he had: whether it was complaining about the survivors or the round itself as a whole. There wasn't really anything that he didn't complain about. The most he liked to complain about was the cold season.
Though right now, he had a bigger reason to complain about it. He'd fallen sick, something no one liked being or feeling like. He'd likely blame it on the season if he were to be asked in how he even got sick. The other killers weren't even sure on how it was even possible to get sick in the realm, though a lot of weird things tend to happen, so who could really think of that. Uncharacteristically for Nosferatu, he was huddled up in his coffin, trying to keep himself warm with being feverish. He tossed and turned a lot, trying to forget about the feeling of being sick, though failing. Everything was too hot, too cold, too uncomfortable, too much of everything. A shiver run down his body before feeling something soft being draped over him. A blanket?
It was most likely The Spectre, though it actually being it. Who else could make a blanket magically appear out of nowhere with no one being seen? Nosferatu huffed softly, ears pinning back as he pulled the blanket towards him face, wanting to be as warm as possible in the moment. It was like seeing a little kid putting their doll to 'sleep' and putting them in a container with the 'blanket' they were using bunching up at the walls of it. At least with the blanket it was a little bit more better for him like this. Maybe it knew he was sick and wanted to help but just didn't yet. That both made sense and no sense at all at the same time. Though barely anything he would, or even could at the moment, think of would make sense.
Nosferatu whimpered a bit, snuggling into the blanket more, feeling a wave of coldness run over him. Maybe I can just sleep it off. God, how he just wished he could sleep the sickness away, though he knew it wouldn't be possible. As much as he wanted to stay in his coffin with the blanket The Spectre gave him, he knew he would have to leave anyways sooner or later. The thought of it already making one of his ears twitch in slight annoyance. He just wanted to be left alone during this whole thing and be able to enjoy his alone time without a single soul, living or not, interrupting him.
The other killers were all downstairs, doing whatever the hell they could think of. 1x1x1x1 was grumbling to themselves about how annoying their creator, Shedletsky, was during the round. C00lkidd was talking to Noli while subconsciously staying away from John Doe, due to how many stories his dad had told him about John Doe. Guest 666 was just laying down on the floor, staring at nothing much, paying little to no attention to everything. Slasher was cleaning his machete, cleaning off all the old blood that had been on there from previous rounds that never got cleaned off. Noli wasn't mostly listening to C00lkidd for real, just making a few joke comments every now and then. No one had really bat an eye at Nosferatu not being downstairs, as he would only be there at this time half of the time.
Maybe I can just play it off, because there's no way I would admit that I'm sick of all things. That could work out, right? Because surely it could go to plan if he just tried hard enough. Well, it could happen with the other killers in the cabin, just not with The Spectre, seeing as it already knew. It wouldn't even be surprising if it knew from how much Nosferatu was tossing and turning in the coffin. He'd usually just lie down and shift a bit to get in a more comfortable way if needed, so a bunch of moving around had made it obvious that something was wrong. He knew that at one point he would have to interact with the others sooner or later either way, but he would much rather them find out later, or actually not finding out at all about him being sick. It's just better that no one knows.
He was too stubborn to even admit he was feeling like this, his arrogance wouldn't let him admit it to anyone. Eventually, he had gone out of the coffin, getting the blanket off of him beforehand. He wanted to just go back under the blanket due to the temperature change from getting out from under it. It wouldn't have been so bad if he'd actually feel any good, and if he wasn't stubborn and arrogant about everything that included him. Maybe I could just... not go down to where the others are...It was a tempting thought, but it would be broken either way, on purpose or accident, depending on how much he even liked the certain person. Knowing him, he barely even liked the others at most, if barely at all.
He'd eventually float downstairs, looking like he'd waken up from a year long nap by force by someone, seeing what the others were doing at this time. Hopefully they didn't notice him coming downstairs, though him floating a bit off the ground helped during this, as he was doing it on purpose to be as quiet as possible. Just the thought of them finding out made him want to huff, though not doing it from trying to be quiet, the whole reason he was levitating a bit off the ground. He would've complained about it by now if he was already seen by now. It wasn't a good time to do so, though, wanting to keep it that they don't hear him.
That plan had failed faster than what Nosferatu would've thought or liked, seeing as Guest 666 grabbed him with their tail and pulled them towards where the others were. A quiet rumble emitted from Guest, as their fur brushed up against Nosferatu's ears. It didn't take long for Nosferatu to start trying to squirm out of the giant's grip while complaining loudly about it, quietly whimpering a bit every so often from the added heat to the warm fever he had. C00lkidd giggled, finding it funny how Nosferatu looked, almost looking like some baby animal in comparison to Guest. After the rounds and being in the cabin, C00lkidd had basically always been in his not-so-murderous form, so him giggling was a pretty normal thing when not in that form.
1x1x1x1 grumpled something, telling Guest to let Nosferatu go. Guest just looked at him before looking at 1x1x1x1 before letting go of Nosferatu, the grumbling still coming from them. Nosferatu had hit the floor slightly with a small whimper, not expecting to be let go so suddenly. "W#4t'$ w®0ñg w1t# ¥0u?" (What's wrong with you?) Noli mussed, wanting to poke at Nosferatu for the sound he had made just now. Nosferatu just gave him a glare, grumbling something under his breath, looking like an angry cat trying to seem bigger or scarier than it actually was.
1x1x1x1 gave Nosferatu a hard glare before getting up and basically forcing him on the couch, putting their hand on his forehead, seeing how oddly he was acting compared to how he usually acted. "You should've said something about being sick, dumbass." 1x1x1x1 grumbled, sitting back up and leaving, leaving Nosferatu with the others. John Doe had looked up from where he was looking, now paying attention to Nosferatu huffing while having his arms crossed. His face still had that mostly blank face he usually had, not a thought beneath those eyes. Not like he could actually have any thoughts beneath them, considering with how mindless he seemed most of the time. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to go down here. If he hadn't came down here, he could've easily avoided this, but he didn't.
After a little bit, 1x1x1x1 had came back with some small things in one of their hands, medicine. Knowing Nosferatu, 1x1x1x1 would probably have to force him at least a little bit to actually swallow the pills for the first time. They weren't sure exactly what Nosferatu had, so they just found some medicine they thought would help, one for his fever, ibuprofen, and one other they forgot what the name was for. 1x sat back down next to Nosferatu, basically forcing his mouth open before basically putting them in and making him swallow them. This, of course, earned an angry growl from Nosferatu, his ears pinning back as he basically tried fighting back at basically nothing. "Oh calm your ass down." 1x said gruffly, now letting go of Nosferatu's head.
Nosferatu reminded then of a small kitten trying to act tough when seeing a human for the first time, little to his amusement. It was always a hassle when something came that involved Nosferatu in any way that he didn't like. Nosferatu mumbled something under his breath about what 1x said to him, not liking the comment. A annoying, glitched laugh was heard from Noli, finding his look amusing. "W#4t? D0n't l1k3 b31ng t0ld w#4t t0 d0?" (What? Don't like being told what to do?) Noli mussed, a giggle coming from him every few words, a mock towards the grumpy vampire. Nosferatu was about to speak, but was quickly interrupted by a few coughs coming up from him, not sounding the absolute best. They sounded crunchy, in a way. Yep, definitely not good.
Nosferatu tried to escape from the couch, yet right as he was about to, Guest had wrapped their tail around Nosferatu, again, to hold him in place. A slight look from Guest was given to Nosferatu before they looked back at whatever 1x was doing. Why can't they just leave me alone?! Maybe fate had decided to curse him, or maybe it was from his own stupidity. Or maybe both? 1x had said something to Guest, though Nosferatu didn't quite hear it due to acting like a child despite being sick. Though judging by the situation, it was probably just telling them to not let him go. Nosferatu couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated at the situation, having to stay on the couch, basically being babysat in a way. But in a way, he couldn't complain about it, but he wouldn't even dare to admit that at all by any means.
It had been an hour since that whole thing happened with Nosferatu, with him being in the kitchen. He still felt shitty, just not as bad as it would be by now if he wasn't forced to take the medication. After a small bit, he went back to the couch, turning into his bat form before nestling on top on the couch, a wing brought up to his face to cover from the lights above the couch. Maybe he would actually not be a dick during this. That's what no one would say during this. He had no intention of changing his personality at all during this.
Nosferatu had failed to even pay attention to who was on the couch near him, most likely not even bating an eye at it (had to say it). He had felt a hand wrapping around him, picking him up gently before moving him. His eyes perked open as he felt being rested against something else. John Doe. He was being held against John's chest, held by his non-corrupted hand. John's blank eyes stared back at him, his stupid smile still plastered on his face. He shifted his hold on him, one of his fingers had gently petted Nosferatu on his little head, like he was something fragile. A little squeak coming from him when he did. The squeak hadn't been exactly made on purpose, more made out of surprise at the situation.
His wings gently wrapped themselves more around his furry body, helping him keep warm during this time. C00lkidd would've came over by now, but the fact John was here kept him away from both Nosferatu and the area. That's the only good thing about being near him. It's not like the vampire had anything that much against C00lkidd, it's just he could get way too touching and energeric, especially touchy when he was in his bat form. Maybe that's what I should do when I don't want to deal with him... It was a tempting thought for him, the thought of being left alone by C00lkidd when he was annoying him sounded good. While he was in thought, a shiver ran down his little body, a reminder of the fact that he wasn't doing the best in a way. A finger of John's gently ran over his head again, looking down at him still while holding him in his palm. He was lucky enough it wasn't Noli who had found him like this.
I just want to go back to sleep... He felt like a train wreck had happened near him enough to mess him up a little bit. Quiet footsteps were heard coming towards their direction, the sounds belonging to Slasher. Maybe he could distract him? He really hoped he would, since he just wanted to go back to his coffin to sleep peacefully without any interruptions. Telamon, what he wouldn't do for something like that during this. Was it his own fault he got into this? Absolutely, but that didn't stop him from being salty about it. Or angry about it, for that matter. Luckily for him, he'd actually get out of this, since Slasher had appearantly 'told' John something, him now putting Nosferatu back to where he was before all of this. He walked away, not saying a word, not like he ever said anything besides the noises he would make, the growling or whatever you would call it. Nosferatu, despite being quite vocal about stuff, was more than content about him not talking, or anyone, to be honest.
Without any much more thought, Nosferatu flew back to his room, a bit more wonky than usual, due to feeling like a radiator being overworked in the winter. The door was slightly ajar, perfect for him to get in it in his bat form. His feet tapped against the floor, now being grounded in front of the door, turning back into his usual form now that he was back. He still felt like absolute shit, but he'd rather eat a slimey creature than to admit any weakness, he was too arrogant for that, too self-confident. A slight creak was heard from around the coffin, now looking up forward. The Spectre? What was he doing there? No idea. It's more likey that it was just there for no reason at all. Maybe there was a reason and he just didn't know. It looked up with what could be described as not-eyes eyes, considering how off it looked overall not just it's eyes. A voice rang out softly, as softly as it could in general. "#0w 4®3 ¥0u f33l1ng?" (How are you feeling?) It sounded off, like a code trying it's best to get together into what could be described as a jumbled mess. It sounded like a blended up mess most of the time, let alone how it sounds like now, now that he's sick.
Nosferatu's ears shifted a bit backwards towards his head, feeling uneasy and uncomfortable right now, due to having whatever he had adding on to it. A 'blink' was seen from The Spectre, waiting for a response it wouldn't probably get for a while, not if it forced him to answer. The Spectre had gestured him to come closer, having wanting to take a closer look at him and check up on how he was. He begrudgingly complied, not wanting to be coddled like this, yet his arrogance also wanted to, having wanting to brag about the very thing that brought them here having a soft spot for him. Its black, coded hand reached towards his forehead, feeling the temperature of it. Burning... There wasn't denying any of it, even if he tried to get out of it, there was no use. A gentle pull towards it, holding him in its arms now. Nosferatu wanted to act like he hated this, that he didn't like the feeling of being held instead of scoffed at, but maybe he didn't have to act at all, after all, why should he? He let out a soft, quiet, dramatic sigh, resting his head against it's 'chest', for the better words. A soft grumble escaped from him, most likely a complaint about the situation at hand or about something else entirely, weather it was something that happened a while ago or not.
One of its hands ran through his hair, a soft gesture that it could rarely express, seeing as it rarely ever appeared anywhere in the realm. The Spectre had eventually sat down nearby, now having the vampire in his lap, now having its hand idly resting on his head, gently petting one of his bat ears with its fingers. I hate this... He just wanted to sleep, to be alone, yet here it was, doing the opposite of what he ever wanted right now. Maybe it knew that and did it on purpose, just to annoy him out of spite. But would it really do that just to annoy him? Surely not. Maybe it genuinely cared for him and just didn't know how else to express it? He'd rather not think of that with his already on top of his headache and fuzzy feeling he had at the moment. He subconsciously leaned forward, resting his head on its chest, still feeling it's hand on his head as he wrapped his legs around its waist. His hands gripped into themselves as they were against it, not wanting to think about the position at all. It could feel his soft breaths on its chest, faint enough where it could barely hear it at all, a soft reminder of it all.
It was something soft, something that The Spectre hadn't felt in a long time, if at all. It looked down at Nosferatu, seeing how he leaned into it more than he usually did, which was understandable, in a way. Maybe it was just the pain taking the lead in him, maybe something else, but at least he was here with it. It's other hand rested in his back, feeling like it had to do something with the other one. Maybe it isn't as bad as I made it out to be... Nosferatu didn't want to admit it, he would rather be nerfed than to admit it. Okay, maybe not be nerfed, he was weak enough in rounds compared to the other killers. He didn't want to get even more pathetic, he was already fed up with how it was. He huffed softly at that thoight, not loud enough to seem dramatic, yet also wanting to be payed attention to in any way possible. He rested his eyes, closing them as he felt The Spectre rest its head on his own, something he didn't think it would do at all during this, not necessarily at the bottom of the list, but a while in it before other things.