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Yuu sat in a chair off to the side of the main table watching the other survivors play Poker—which, why are they even trying? They're just going to lose to Chance like every other time—absentmindedly glancing at the board every few minutes to make sure that a round wasn't happening soon, because last time they got a surprise round? It was hell. Nobody made it more than a minute because half of them were fucking asleep.
After the game was over and Chance won again, Elliot sighed, pushing out his chair and glancing at the clock, probably seeing the late time. “Okay, It's pretty late, so we should get some sleep if we want to be energized for the rounds tomorrow.”
“Ah yes, I've read before that sleep may he–”
And that's the moment that Yuu zones out, counting the grain of the wood of the table in front of them. Glancing up at the board like they've been doing since Poker started, blinking in surprise at the timer on the board.
intermission:45 seconds
“Uh, guys?”
“I'm just saying! Why do we need to sleep if we're in hell?”
“I—I don't know?”
“Guys? The board—”
“SEE? I'M RIGHT!”
“Just because someone didn't know what to say, DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE RIGH—”
“GUYS!”
“WHAT?!”
“LOOK AT THE BO—”
The survivors appear on one of the maps, all simultaneously groaning.
THE KILLER IS:1x1x1x1
Chance tiredly looked at the map in front of them, “Well, guess we should get it over with.”
The others nod, already separating from the group.
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Yuu chokes at the taste of metal in his mouth as 1x's sword slides out of their chest, falling forward. The wound in his chest hurts, so, so, bad.
It was foolish. Oh so, foolish of them to think that maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't die in the middle of night, when they just want to sleep. And now? When they wake up from death, they probably won't be able to sleep just from the pain.
See, dying doesn't really do anything lasting to Survivors—other than the irreparable damage to their mental state—but it does make them ache for hours or even days after if they die too often.
And Yuu thought this round would actually end with the survivors winning! But no. Chance's gun blew up, again, which gave them low health, and because of that he didn't notice 1x behind them until the sword was already through their chest, Shedletsky tried to hit 1x with his slash attack, and then missed, which then led to him getting killed too!
Yuu felt their vision darken around the edges, his eyes feeling heavy as the blood loss finally started getting to them. “Finally…why'd it take so long?”
And so, Yuu closed their eyes, fully expecting to wake up back in the cabin.
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Yuu tiredly groaned, their body felt so sluggish, and their head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. He slowly inhaled, the velvety padding felt scratchy against their skin, and the air was too fucking thin.
Where in the admins was he?
Okay. Okay.
he was somewhere dark, the air felt stuffy, he definitely wasn't at the cabin or even Forsaken anymore, he was wearing a weird as shit uniform.
Yuu finally opened their eyes—well the one they could actually see through—seeing the lid of a…a coffin? In front of them.
Oh what in the name of robloxia have I gotten myself into?