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Another breach echoed through the intercoms, though it was already in full swing. Guests darting, Noobs running, A dummy immediately attacking one of the personnel (and being quickly contained first..)..
The pitter patter of a noob’s feet echoed through the corridor, tears of fear and desperation spilling from their eyes. It looked around, to check if it were being chased yet, then darting down another hall.
It wasn’t long until the noob was cornered, back hitting a wall and new tears pooling at its eyes. It covered its mouth as their eyes darted desperately for anything to ward off the person practically running at it.
Then it spotted it. A misplaced firearm tossed aside on the floor within arm’s reach. The noob didn’t think of it being weird or dangerous, as everything in this h3ll was, and lunged for it.
Their fingers only skimmed against the metal surface before it was swiped from its grasp and the noob’s arm was slammed into the ground by a shoe heel.
Noob winced in pain, teary eyes darting upwards towards the entity that wasn’t there a few seconds prior, and the gun barrel aimed for the noob’s head.
A loud bang rattled through the floor, through its skull and arms and knees. Its eyes had pressed shut instinctively, body tensing up tightly only for it to realize the world hadn’t ended. Its eyes flicked open and wide, registering what just happened. And the thump of a new fresh corpse made it flinch.
The noob’s breathing was rapid with adrenaline, eyes darting to the newly deceased on the floor, crimson beginning to seep through clothes, and the entity with its boot still firmly planted on its hand.
The Gunslinger eyed it with a specific disdain and consideration, as if deciding if something as pitiful as the noob was worth a bullet or not. For a second, Slinger teetered on yes, weapon raising to the noob’s head. Then a loud noise was heard, catching Slinger’s attention. The gun was lifted, and the dark-skinned robloxian ran off instead of taking a second life.
The noob sat there, pulling themselves onto their knees and off their hands. Its fingers brushed over the imprint on the back of their palm, breath shaky and tears still dripping. There was a pool of red under that body now.
It was still in shock.
Stuck rooted to its spot on the floor until it finally remembered why it was running.
It got up on their shaky legs, stepping around the red and sprinting out of the dead end.