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"this grass is frosted over, is it winter already?", you mutter to no one in particular. Your fingertips just barely brushing the greenery.
Ever since you've got forsakened, your eyesight has mysteriously disappeared, of course it is the will of the spawn. The spawn knows everything, they would help their dearest worshipper. Right?
"Twotime!!" A distant high pitched voice voice was approaching, light footsteps growing louder. Elliot, you assume.
"yes elliot?" Your fingers still holding the small whisps of grass.
"uh, it's me. Dussekar."
"oh," you mumble, "i thought you only floated?"
"well, it does get boring sometimes. Tiring you know? Well uh, the other survivors wanted me to tell you that there's a new killer. They don't really want to..talk to you."
"that is understandable, I am new of course." You trail the field, trying to find nightshades. "May you please kindly help me find some nightshades? The spawn would greatly enjoy your assistance."
"oh uh, maybe you just...do that. i've gotta..dash. Taph is calling me."
The sound of Dussekar's footsteps fade, pausing before silence rings over the valley. Now that you think about it.. Isn't Taph mute? You try to follow Dussekar, tripping blindly over your own tail. Nerves immediately jolted through your spinal cord, paralyzing you for a few seconds. There was a few moments of silence, then someone in the distance stifled a laugh.
"look at them! So stupid honestly."-??
"how did they even get forsakened?"-??
"yo elliot, record this!"-??
"nah bro, the next round is starting get ready."-??
"Ugh, fine. This new killer better make things interesting. Hopefully they one shot this newbie!"-??
Those forsaken players. Do they have nothing better to do? You slowly stand up, your knees nearly buckling from the nerve attack. Your tail tries to curl itself, then your remember it's just bones so there isn't even any point.
"May the spawn please bless me with your guidence. Where is the lobby?"
As expected, nothing happened. That's fine, the spawn will come when they want to. You don't rush them, they wanted this to happen. Everything is the will of the spawn, you just got to believe in it.
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"hey, new guy. Wanna help me with this gen?"-??
You turn towards the sound of this new voice, they sound.. different.
"...What's a gen?"
"oh my bad, this is your first round! Anyways, uhh my name is Noob! But a gen is a machine you fix to try and make the round go quicker. You just gotta connect the wires to the right colour."-noob
"Noob, I am blind in the will of the spawn, I believe I would be no use on a 'Gen'"
"oh right, sorry. Uhm, how you just watch my back? Oh wait no-uhm just, try and...sense the new killer. Is that alright? Tell me if they're near."-noob
"Alright, the spawn shall be watching your back."
You try and move in front of Noob, only to realise they were already walking somewhere else. You follow them, tripping over tree roots and dirt. This was no use, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 were no use. These stupid bandages, this stupid tail! You flick your extended backbone annoyingly. Where or how, Noob had got behind you. Without warning, they tugged your tail.
"AH!"
You instinctively reach for your dagger, only to realise you were once again paralyzed.
" Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to- I was just curious what it was!" You try to turn your head, your whole body numb as a wave of nausea hits.
"I believe I am of no assistance here. I shall take my leave." you turn coldly, the after effects of this new violent shock were starting to kick in.
You could hear running footsteps behind you, no doubt Noob trying to catch up. Then silence, it seems Noob has given up trying to talk to you either. They were probably heading towards the other survivors to camp.
A mysterious harmonic sound filled your ears, you whirl around. Blind and vulnerable. Trying to listen to any noise of a potential "killer" or whatever those other people were talking about. It plays for a few seconds before fading somewhere to your left. You've got to be more careful, you have to find a hiding spot before this new killer finds you too.
A blood curling scream echoed across the map, then a sickening thud. More silence followed, the first death had been taken.
You hurry over to a corner, blocked by a wall. No one would find you here. No one. Unless they were also trying to find a hiding spot. You collapse to the ground. Your heart hammering against your fragile ribs. You wring your thin wrists, you were just talking to noob. Weren't you? They're dead. No, they are in the lobby. Yes, just believe that for now. Yes, they are safe. The spawn is merciful.
You try and turn, reaching out to feel for anything that is blocking your path, just crawl, just crawl. You won't attract any attention. You don't even know where you are, if fact. Where are you? You could literally be anywhere, go back to your hiding place, yes. The spawn would guide me back, surely?
The eerie music was returning, this time heading straight for you.
You try and run, only to feel something lash at your tail.
You immediately clench up, falling to the ground like a defeated doll.
A sound too much familiar follows.
"Oh? Twotime, it has been so long. Soo long.."-???
"Who is this? Who are you? If this another one of your pranks Shedlesky it isn't funny. You know I can't see anything!"
You try and get up only to be pushed down by something slimy, a tentacle? A tube?
A ringing silence follows, then the thing releases you.
"I'll save you for LMS, not like you deserve it though."-???
You gasp, fresh air filling your lungs. You could hear the creature hybrid thing leaving.
What exactly is a LMS? And most importantly, what was that thing? Maybe Elliot joined in on the prank and made unbaked pizza or something and slimed it on your back.
Whatever it was, they clearly had no good intentions with you. It was almost like they knew you. But you just can't remember them. You can't think clearly, oxygen was still trying to reach your brain. You reach up and fix your hair, just enough that your pointed ear are showing. The bandages were a problem. They were wrapped messily around your head, so tightly it made you see stars.
You slowly unwrap, trying to be careful with yourself. The thin layers of plaster fell to the ground, fluttering off somewhere to the side. Just as you attempt to try and stand, the sound of approaching footsteps gather.
"Twotime? What are you doing? C'mon, the other survivors need you-"
You turn to face them, your face blank.
"Woah...Twotime. You look, cool! It kinda looks like milky orbs, you know? Like fog?"
"I shall assume you are talking about my eyes, and why do the survivors need me?" You arrange your robes to be slightly more presentable. These are your new people now, you must try and fit in, even if they try and stamp over you.
"oh uh, they didn't really tell me. Maybe just follow me- wait no, just hold my hand."
"Oh, I shall then." You reach out, trying to find their hand, but they simply grabbed your arm and pulled you forward.
You allow yourself to be dragged across the whole map, your scarf blowing behind you. You've just got to trust this random person you met.
"pray to the spawn I don't die.."