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007n7 panted as he ducked behind a wall. John doe had lost him, thankfully. 007n7 sighed. His c00lgui appeared, and he clicked the 'teleport' button. Then all of a sudden, john doe had appeared from out of nowhere. 007n7 was only at 4hp, he was gonna die if his c00lgui didn't teleport him. John doe charged at him, lifted up his arm, and swung at him. 007n7 lifted up his c00lgui to shield him. He heard a glitching noise as John does claws stabbed through his chest. 007n7 collapsed to the ground, blood pooling all around him. His vision began to blur, then everything when dark.
007n7 gasped as he teleported back to the lobby. 'Killers won' . That's right, it was last man standing. "Yo, 7, you good? You look pale." Chance, a nonbinary man in a fancy suit and fedora, asked 007n7. "I-im fine." 007n7 answered him, breathing heavily. "Okay, if ya say so!" Chance replied, flipping a gold coin in his hands. All the other survivors were scattered across the lobby room. 007n7 sighed, and sat in a corner of the room where no one was. He pulled up his c00lgui. It looked broken. 007n7 groaned softly, and tried his best to fix whatever had happened to it.
After what had felt like hours, 007n7 had assumed he had finally fixed his c00lgui. He looked up at all the other survivors. Not one of them had talked to him since the round ended. 7n7 sighed. He hovered his finger over the teleport button to test if he had fixed it, and clicked it. There was a fizzing noise and he popped up somewhere he recognized. It was one of the maps for the spectre's death games. It was a churchyard with a purple haze everywhere 007n7 looked. He got up and started walking around. It couldn't be another round, there was only on per day. "WH0 TH3 H3LL 4R3 Y0U?" 007n7 stopped abruptly. He recognized this voice. Uh oh.