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In the realm of pure unending cycles of suffering, the skies above them never showed whether it was day or night, also hiding where the main reason for causing the survivors' suffering — The Spectre. It was feeling bored lately, it wanted DRAMA. And to text its hot, sexy vampire boyfriend when it can’t visit him… NO! NO!… Not that… well… maybe it is that. The Spectre thought it’d be very funny if it gave the survivors AND the killers their phones back!
The Spectre giggled to itself mischievously like they just made up the world’s best prank ever, it pulled up its own control panel where there were a lot of commands, basically a rip-off of 007n7’s C00lgui, how unoriginal. It clicked a few buttons before the sentence: ‘PRESS "CONFIRM” TO EXECUTE THIS COMMAND’ showed up. It’s sharp fingers then pressed the big ‘CONFIRM’ button, how annoying, it thought. It was gonna plan on removing the button anyways to reduce the extra pressing buttons work. Plus, It never really thought twice before executing its plans.
Now it just needed to wait till all of their phones get teleported in their respective cabins…
IN THE SURVIVORS CABIN
The survivors were just doing their own things; Noob chugging down their daily 27 cans of Bloxycola, followed by cheers from Veeronica. Elliot is just making lunch in the kitchen — pizza! again… his muscle memory already guiding his hands to roll the dough, yet his eyes wondered to Noob drinking their Bloxycola like the end of the world. He rolled his eyes before moving his gaze back to his iconic pizza.
Chance and Shedletsky were arguing their asses off on the couch while playing UNO, arguing about the rules and also making rules up. Builderman and Dusekkar just stood by and watched the chaos unfold. Both admins sighing in unison because of watching the fat chicken admin acting like a stupid idiot like he always was, both of them looked at each other, silently agreeing that the two of them would rather die than admitting they know Shedletsky personally.
007n7 and Guest1337 stood by the front door just chatting away about their children, both fathers bonded over their parenting methods, tiny giggles were exchanged between the two of them, the single father wagged his C00lgui-shark tail from the interaction. Lots of survivors, well in this case; All of the survivors do think the two of them are a thing, which Elliot always gets aggressive when the topic gets brought up.
…
THUD!
‘What was that?’ Elliot walked out the kitchen, whipping his hand on his black apron. Stopping his steps to see a box in the center of the cabin, with every other survivor surrounding it. ‘We’re not even sure… But there is a written note taped on the box…’ 007n7 picked up the note. His sharp fingers glazed the box’s surface, his irises moved along the sentences written on the note, while reading it out loud:
‘I have delivered your communication devices for you mortals to enjoy the internet life and for also my own enjoyment on how you all will use it.
From [???]’
The whole room fell silent after 007n7 read the note. It was short yet questionable, Guest1337 walked up and opened the box. Inside were phones. All the survivors gasped before they all scrambled to grab their own. All of them turned their phones on, and there was internet. Suddenly, Builderman had an idea, he tried to contact the outside world, but nothing worked. Sighing with the failed attempt to escape this realm.
‘Hey! At least we have something to communicate during rounds!’ Shedletsky placed his hand on Builderman’s shoulder, patting the shorter.
‘Yeah, you’re kinda right…’