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Elliot didn't have any time to process what had happened to him.
One minute, he's working at Builderman's Pizza; the next, he's here.
A mysterious realm, filled with a haunting aura and an equally haunting sky. A terrifying world with only a cabin to keep them safe. Hardly any comfort, no happiness, and no way out.
Luckily, he wasn't alone. 8 other people, by the names of Taph, Dusekkar, Shedletsky, Builderman, Noob, Guest 1337, Two Time, and Chance, ended up as the same mold as him. He was relieved not only that he wasn't alone, but also that he was in the presence of the admins, hoping they would have the answers he needed.
Unfortunately, they were just as unaware of the situation as he was. None of the admins knew where they were or a way out, not even Builderman could think of an explanation. Nevertheless, he was happy to know that people of authority were here.
The following days were peaceful, minus the sense of dread. The group was able to distract itself through its interactions and the appliances around them. Elliot befriended Chance, who advised Elliot to laugh the fear away. The two bonded about their hobbies, favorite foods, and soon, their personal lives. While Elliot did talk to the others, he felt more comfortable talking to Chance because of how much they had bonded.
Then, that time of peace came to an end. One day, they all awoke to the chalkboard, which they mainly doodled on, written with the following:
Greetings survivors,
I apologize for not making my presence known sooner. Certain matters needed to be addressed.
I'll get straight to the point: You were all brought here for one reason: to be hunted for entertainment. There are certain monsters I have to chase. Every so often, I will send you into a different part of this realm, where one of them will be assigned to attack until none remain. Lucky for you, you don't have to be there for very long, only 5 to 10 minutes. Additionally, I installed generators that help make these rounds go by faster. The max number will be 5, which should be easy for you.
These cabins are to be your forever residence. It's the only area where you are currently guaranteed to be safe. If one of you dies at the hands of the killer, you will respawn back to these cabins. In this world, death is only a temporary state. Enjoy the fleeting moments of peace you have left.
-███████.
At first, nobody took it seriously, even pointing fingers at Chance and Shedletsky for pulling a prank on them. But it wasn't long until they teleported to a strange area, where a familiar red demon stared at them, giggling with childish delight.
It wasn't long before this became the norm for them. Enter a round, locate the generators, evade the killers, return to the cabin, and repeat. It never ends; the killers may change, the area may be different, but it's the same thing every day. Today's round was in Yorick's Resting Place, with 1X1X1X1 as their killer. Chance and Elliot just finished a generator near the graveyard. Currently hiding. After failing to land on heads, Chance turns to Elliot, who has a depressed look on his face.
"You okay, Elliot?" Chance asked, flipping their coin once again.
"No, Chance, I'm not okay," Elliot replied, dejectedly. "I haven't been okay since I got here!"
"I know this place sucks ##### but remember you're not alone here."
"It's not that, Chance! It's not about being alone, it's about how trapped we are!"
"I know there doesn't seem to be a way out, but I'm sure we can get through-"
"We've been stuck in an endless cycle where we are hunted, killed, and tortured for the entertainment of a being we don't know anything about! We can't do anything but put up with it because we don't have a choice."
"Elliot..."
"I'm so tired of this, Chance. Every day without fail, I feel targeted just because the pizza I give helps you guys feel better."
"I'm sorry, Elliot..."
"You don't have to apologize. I want a break from this, that's all I ask."
Chance stares at the pizza worker, pitying his current situation. The gambler knew their friend was stressed out, and he couldn't do anything to help. He could tell the others about it, but he doubts if there is even much to be done about this. Besides, there's hardly any Chance that the entity holding them hostage would even consider giving them a day off. So, currently, there was nothing he could do to help destress Elliot.
But then Chance remembered something. Something big; Something that was planned by the same entity that trapped them; Something they were hoping to show the other later. But the cards were already laid on the table., Chance might as well make his draw.
"Hey, come with me for a sec," Chance said, standing up. "I wanna show you something."
"Chance, listen, I just need some time to -" Elliot hardly had any time to finish before Chance pulled him to his feet.
"It's okay, it's safe, I promise."
Elliot tilted his head, confused and a bit skeptical about what Chance meant.
"I was gonna wait until the round ended to tell everyone about it, but I think you need this." Chance gently pulled Elliot's arm, urging him to follow.
Elliot looked at his friend curiously. From his perspective, the gambler seems rather excited to bring Elliot with him. Making the pizza worker wonder what Chance wanted to show him. Part of him believed that Chance was trying to prank him. Elliot knew his friend had a habit of playing jokes on the fellow survivors, and he was no different from those pranks. However, another part believed Chance wants to show him something new.
But what was it? A new hiding spot from killers? A new item to protect them?
Elliot pondered whether he should follow the chance or not. However, before he could make a decision.-
"FEEL MY ENTANGLEMENT!!"
1x1x1x1's entanglement charged and hit them before either could react. The entanglement inflicted had caused damage and resulted in additional pop-ups appearing in front of them. The killer soon came running at them and stared at his newfound prey. 1x1x1x1 smirked at Elliot and started slashing through his skin. Elliot winced at the pain, feeling his body getting weaker by the second. It didn't help that 1x1x1x1 also managed to keep Chance entangled, preventing him from saving the pizza worker.
"This wasn't included in your job description, was it?" The creature of hatred sneered at Elliot before raising his sword for one final time.
Elliot squinted, preparing for the impact.
But only heard the sound of 1x1x1x1 yelp in pain as an audible thud emitted nearby his feet.
Elliot opens his eyes to find Shedletsky, barely holding on to life, next to the stunned killer, whom his creator most likely attacked. He soon turned to the gambler, who managed to get out of the entanglement and quickly grabbed Elliot's arm as they bolted from the scene.
Elliot turns just in time to see 1x1x1x1 regain composure before attacking his creator. Shedletsky put up a fight, but ultimately met his end as his creation beheaded him.
Chance keeps a tight hold on Elliot as they run from the graveyard to the abandoned mansion. Elliot, at first, thinks they are going to rest there to regain their stamina, seeing as many of the other survivors usually gravitate towards the house for that purpose.
That is, until he spots something strange.
A large, red tent with a black gradient begins to materialize near the locked entrance of the house. The pair halt in front of the tent's entrance, where Elliot looks at the tent with confusion.
'Was that always there?' he thought to himself.
Elliot winces as he feels Chance tug his arm. While the touch was still gentle, the amount of damage Elliot took made his body extremely sensitive.
"Oh, sorry, but come on, let's go inside," the gambler says to his friend.
"What?" Elliot looks back at Chance, bewildered at his request. "Chance, we just got attacked by a killer made from hatred, and you want us to go inside a creepy tent that none of us have even seen before?"
"Hey, look, it may seem creepy, but believe me, it is creepy. But when I went inside, I saw some pretty neat stuff in there. I even found stuff we might need for later."
"How did you even find this tent?"
"I found it in Glass Houses with Noob last round. There was a blocked entrance, but we managed to squeeze through and found the tent."
"And you went in without any doubts that it might be dangerous?"
"You already know how reckless I am. Of course, I did. Besides, it turned out to be just fine in the end. Come on!"
Elliot stares into Chance's now cracked sunglasses, still apprehensive about going into the mysterious tent. But sensing the killer's tune catching up to them, he sighs before running to the tent along with the gambler.
Upon entering the tent, the pair noticed how dark the tent was. They couldn't see much through the blackness, and could only feel their hands gripping one another. The air felt light, with a faint sound of a fan brushing through the room. Overall, it felt more like a cold, empty room rather than a tent.
This should have been concerning to Elliot, but somehow he felt... relieved.
It was almost comforting how out of place it felt. It wasn't like the cabin, which was supposed to bring him comfort; it was both unsuitable and appropriately placed, like coming home from a cold night to an equally cold room, where you can hardly wait to bundle up with the covers of your bed.
Before he could further bask in the security of the room, Chance pulled him out of his Trance.
"That's odd," The gambler whispered through the dark. "It had lights last time I visited."
"Maybe the lights went out?" Elliot replied in the same hushed tone.
The duo continued to stand in the dark tent before them before Chance let go of Elliot's hand.
"Alright, last time, there were flashlights somewhere in here. Maybe they're somewhere in here." Chance stumbles on his words before he grunts, presumably tripping.
Before Elliot could make a sly comment about it, a voice coursed through the room.
"Hello?" the voice called out.
The duo froze upon hearing the voice.
"Is someone there?" it called out again. "If there is, say something."
They couldn't see that well, but both knew that it wasn't the other's voice. It sounded softer and deeper than the combined voices of Chance and Elliot. The pizza worker didn't know why, but something about the voice felt somewhat familiar.
"Listen, I don't care if you're in here," the voice says a stern voice says. "But I will personally throw you out if you're playing some sick joke."
The two stared within the darkness, both nervous to reply to the seemingly disembodied voice. Elliot couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated at Chance for dragging him into this situation, but he knew he was also to blame since he had decided to follow Chance in here in the first place. Knowing that one of them needed to take responsibility, he squared his shoulders and spoke up.
"Hi, sorry, we didn't know somebody was living here." Elliot tried to glance at where his friend was. "My friend and I will leave as soon as possible."
"No, no, no, it's not like that," the voice interjects, Elliot's assumption. "Like I said, I don't care if you're here. I just wanna make sure I'm not going crazy or anything."
"Oh, well, sorry again for the intrusion. We didn't mean to cause any trouble here."
"Oh no, it's fine; Just be sure to give a warning while it's dark in here. It's kinda creepy if you don't."
"Well, while we are here, I just wanna mention another friend, and I came by here a while ago and saw some supplies in here." Chance suddenly added. "I was hoping you could lend us a hand, and we'll pay back another day."
"Oh, welluhhm, just let me turn on the lights and I'll get back to that," the voice replies as light footsteps press against the ground.
The pair stood in the continued darkness before a gentle fire, lit by a candle, that brightened the room. Now that the room was no longer shrouded in darkness, Elliot could finally see what Chance was talking about. However, it wasn't at all what he expected. He thought the tent's inside would be like an outdoor tent with supplies waiting to be used. Instead, what he finds is a storage with labeled boxes neatly placed on one another; a few of the boxes were opened, showing an ample amount of the given product. Behind the open boxes stood a small counter with a cashier, a stuffed toy, notebooks, and a TV in the far back.
Elliot turns to Chance, who was still on the floor next to him, and rolls his eyes as the gambler gives him a smirk.
"I told you this place would have what we need," the gambler chuckled.
"Chance, I don't think this is some campsite you were raiding," Elliot says as he pulls Chance onto his feet. "This feels more like-"
"Sorry for taking so long. I wanna make sure you're able to see the room," the voice says as they light one final candle.
Soon, the voice approaches the counter in front of them. The voice itself came from a slender peach-skinned humanoid figure with 4 black arms, black eyes with red irises, long dark red hair, pink glasses, a burger hat, and a blue shirt. The entity was sitting down, but still managed to tower over the duo. It stared at the two, arms leaning into the counter, trying to give a friendly smile. It was clear that the intention was catching on to them as well as the human/demon hybrid hoped.
"I know what you guys are thinking, oh no, the person talking to us is a spider demon," The entity mocks them with a terrified tone. "What was I thinking? It's gonna eat us!... Is that what you're thinking? Is that more or less the thought process?"
"...uh." Chance was about to reply despite being terrified out of his mind.
"Don't answer., I can already tell what you're gonna say. Luckily, though, you don't have to worry about that. I may not know a lot of things, but I'm pretty sure cannibalism isn't in my diet; otherwise, you two would have already been dead by now."
"Oh... well, I just assumed... never mind that. Do you happen to have anything to heal us, like a medkit or something? And if you do, can we borrow it and pay you back later?"
"Well, the shop still needs some preparation before presentation, but I guess there's no reason to give at least one thing before I open my shop."
"Preparation?... wait-SHOP?"
"Yes, while I'm not allowed to give full details, the one above has allowed the survivors all to purchase necessities for future rounds. I take it that you two are one of the said survivors."
"Yeah...haha."
The entity didn't notice Chance's nervous demeanor, contemplating whether or not to tell them about him and the noob finding the tent and taking some stuff with them. Nevertheless, the entity and Chance continued to exchange answers and questions. The more the pair talked, the more information they got from one another.
The entity told them that his name was "Seven," as that felt the most familiar to him. According to him, a disembodied voice had instructed him to help the survivors by providing them with items that could be purchased through "bugZ" around the map. While not clear on the details, Seven explained to Chance that the bugZ help him in some way. In turn, Chance told him about their current situation and why exactly they went into the tent. Seven took pity on them and gave the two a free medkit on the house.
Seven then looked in Elliot's direction, attempting to signal him into a similar conversation. However, his friendly smile quickly dropped when he saw the Pizza worker's face.
Elliot stared at the demon with anger, fear, a bit of sadness, and most of all... confusion. The kind of stare when you see someone alive after they were assumed dead. The pizza worker wanted to say something, but it was obvious that he couldn't find the words.
"Hey, uh, Chance, was it?" Seven turned back to Chance, unnerved. "Is your friend okay? He keeps staring at me like he's seen a ghost."
'Well, am I technically not?' Elliot thought to himself.
"I don't know... Elliot, are you okay?" Chance walks over to his friend
"Huh?- yea-yeah, I'm fine, Chance..." Elliot says, rubbing the back of his head. "Let's just get out of here."
"Wait, what? But it's only been 2 and a half minutes. We're not in a rush." Chance tries to argue before Seven speaks up.
"Your friend is kind of right." Seven says, putting the medkit in Chance's hands. "I think you two should leave right now."
"What? Why?"
"I don't know why, but I'm also told that the killer of the current round is allowed to enter here and kill you both if you stay longer than 3 minutes."
"What, but that's not-"
"I'm sorry, I don't make the rules. I'm just here to sell these things... I wish you the best of luck out there. Thank you again for your time!"
Chance wanted to argue more to stay, but figures that no amount of reasoning will convince Seven otherwise. So, with a dejected look, the gambler leaves the tent with Elliot following him behind.
The rest of the round went pretty smoothly.
Elliot and Chance were much more careful about where they hid. The only lives lost were Shedletsky, Noob, and Builderman. And thanks to Two Time and Taph, 1x4 failed horribly to kill everyone.
Upon teleporting back to the cabins, a new message from their captor was on the chalkboard once again. This time, it explained the exact information Seven gave Chance and Elliot, and even gave more details that Seven had missed. After reading, some survivors began discussing the recent news given to them, but others ultimately decided to take the information and leave.
The admins decided to talk about the new addition to their purgatory. Two Time decided to head into the woods for whatever reason. Guest 1337 and Noob decided to talk about their past lives, and Chance decided to gamble with the new slot machines.
Elliot, meanwhile, was lost in his thoughts; he couldn't stop thinking about Seven.
'Why was he here?' Elliot thought. 'He's supposed to be dead. I saw him.'
Elliot remembers the times before being stuck in this god forsaken place. While his life was fulfilling, there were bound to be tons of bumps in the road, but HE might as well have been the biggest pothole in the road.
"A̵͉̿l̸̠̎l̵̰͋ ̸̘͂ṵ̷͝r̶͖̓ ̸̦̋b̵̡̃a̴̤̚s̵̢̊e̵̢͆ ̴̯͋b̸̖̈́e̶̢̐l̴͔̀o̴͖͘ń̷̥g̵͙̈́ ̵͇͝ť̷̼o̶̮̕ ̷̯̀ṵ̶̚s̴̲̏!̷̭̃!̸̘͌!̵̳̀!̷̰̃"
He remembers all those times he broke into the pizzeria. All the destruction and chaos he would bring to make his life harder.
''H̶̞͗A̷͗ͅ ̸͇̏ġ̷̼ë̸̯́t̵̲̕ ̸̯̔p̴͇͋ẅ̴̦́n̵̡̆e̴̺̚d̸͕͑ ̴͎̇I̵̱̊d̴̘̃í̸̙o̴̺̒ṭ̷͑ ̴̔ͅX̷̬̉D̸̹̒!̴̩̐!̸̞̐!̶̘̈́!̸̳̀!̵̰͆''
All that paperwork, all those teenage years, spent cleaning up the mess he made. Until one day, it stopped. He didn't show up anymore. No fires, no graffiti, not even a warning on the matter. Elliot remembers hthat e just vanished without a trace.
Of course, Elliot still kept his guard up, knowing that █████ liked playing with his food before devouring it completely. He prepared for his arrival for days. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, months turn into years, until eventually, Elliot forgot all about him. It wasn't just him; the whole world would forget about him, too.
Eventually, the high and mighty name █████ faded into obscurity, reduced to nothing but an error in Robloxia's past moderation system. The whole world moved on, and soon so did Elliot.
Until one day, it all came crashing down again.
"H̴͆͜ḛ̶̮͆̕l̵̨̪̹͐̊l̶̗̤͆͌̈́o̶͎̙͉͊̇̐ ̷͇̟̓̆t̴̤͈̥͑͌ȟ̸͍̝̽̕e̷̲͈͇̓̋ṛ̶̫̉̎̈́ẹ̷͉̜͘.̶̨̳͖͋.̴̡͇̤͌.̶̯̳̜̅̍̈́ ̷̛̹͈̗̐͘d̷͔̪̮̉̔́o̴̗̦̳̓ ̴͎̯͑̀͛y̴̺͉̮̏͗̿ó̴̙̱̈́̊û̵̼͓ͅ.̵̝̪̓͑̓.̶̩͔̽̀͝.̴̘̗͗͂ ̵̛̥̅̇r̸̩̦͂ȩ̶̌̅m̵͙̾e̶̡̪̍̌m̸̪̯̪̿̅͗b̸̺͋e̴̩̦̕ŗ̸̒̐͘ ̷͙͎̯̿͂m̵̨̥̦͗e̴̫͇͊?̵̧̱̠͝"
Elliot remembered like it was yesterday. at first he didn't recognize the hacker, but soon it came back and hit him like a brick. although, Before he could say anything, the once feared hacker had informed of his current situation and wished to make amends for all that has done to the pizza worker.
And while still holding a grudge against the very one who nearly ruined his life, Elliot could tell the genuine intention in the hacker's eyes, and eventually decided that it was somewhat okay. Especially since he was now a parent to that little freak.
It was fine at first. The guy managed to repay the debt he had accumulated from all those years of destruction. He managed to get a job to help the pizzeria when business was becoming rocky.
One day, he decided to bring the kid to the pizzeria.
"̵͇́̽S̷̘͎͑o̵̡͂͐r̷̞̝̔r̷̦̋͝y̸͇̓,̶̫̥̆͆ ̷̺̤͒͆Ȇ̵͍l̷̹̺̔͝l̶̆ͅi̴͑ͅö̵̘̺t̸̗̗̔̓,̵̞̗̀̅ ̵̩̿̂T̷̺̍̐h̷̦́e̸̛͇ ̵̘̳́̈́b̴͈͑a̴̱̬͑͠b̸̞͛y̴̩͕͌s̷͉̄̒͜i̵͈̽̐t̶̜̖͆t̴͎̍̚e̶̥̍ṛ̸̻̒̚.̶̪͙́.̷̬̇.̷̧̏ ̷̼̽i̵̭̞̒̕s̶̮̆̾n̶͈̱̉̋'̸̢͍̂t̶̫͙̂ ̴̛̰â̴̫v̶̨̙̑a̵̤͙͒i̷͍̎l̵̝͒b̸̲̆l̶̡͔̿e̴̳̔ͅ ̸̡̺͊r̴̭̫̋͘i̸͖̰͌g̸͓͠h̶̦͛́t̶̨̐ ̴̯̅̉n̶͙̫̕o̷̖̒w̷̐͗͜.̷̥̽ ̵̺͛ͅI̷̡̳͂'̸͇̥̎l̷̡̚l̵͓̔͋ ̵̧̯̔̂k̸̲͆͋e̶̜̠͂͐e̸̜͂̽p̶͉͋̕ ̷̟͉̏a̸͓̹͑n̴̢̅ ̶̟̿è̴̥͈y̷̧͇̅ẽ̴͎̳ ̴͔͔̐̚h̸̬͑͌ĭ̷̥̭ḿ̵͕̻́.̴̢͉̈́.̸̬̖̿̏.̴̣̬́"̶̙̅͝
The kid wasn't necessarily evil, but was still an extreme nuisance when it came to business. At first, ███ managed to keep him under wraps, reprimanding the kid anytime he did something wrong.
"Ċ̴͕0̸͍̄0̸̧͎͆l̶͍̄͒k̸̮̬̓̈́͑í̷̢͠d̸̟͈̫͐d̷̦̫͑ ̷̪͐͐ṅ̶̝̲͜ŏ̶̘̥̐ ̷̫̍̈́̀g̵̳͔̃i̸͓͌v̵̨̗̀ẹ̴̦̟̈́ ̸̳̈́̍͐t̴̢̛̠͍̒́ḩ̴̭̺̓͘e̷̦̓ ̸̜̻̿m̴̗̕ỳ̷̪͝ͅ ̴̥͕̖̉͂̏p̶͍̔̎ă̶̜̦̆̃n̶̰̬̬͒̑e̷̺͐l̶͕̲͈̆ ̶̝͘b̷̫͔̞̆a̶̪̖̭̓͊̀c̴͙̰̺͛̑͌ḱ̵̦̞̲.̴̭́̽"
Unfortunately, the kid was more trouble than either of them thought...
"C̸̻̤̖̚ͅO̴̮̯͓̎̋́͐R̴͉̩͇̱̬̳̃̈R̶̬̙̊͌̄́͘Ú̵̢̡̧̮̗̿̂͊̍̍͠P̸͖̣͚̺̪̈́̽̊̅͛̾̈́̚T̷̝̮̐̆̐̈̆͒ ̸̺̎̕N̴͚̉̈̈̔͌À̶̯̣͖̓̋͆̌͠Ṭ̸̢̢̫͋̑̈́͝U̶̟̝̦̐͐̔̄͑͆́̚͜R̷͈̠̠̱̰̬̉̆̆̒̑Ḙ̴̡͈͚̭̕!!!X̸̢̡̧͉͖̩̩̟̜͍̠̹͍̖͖͙̼̱͇͉͓̟̠̘͎͇͇̫̰̗͇͇̖͈̣̹̦͇͊̉͊́͑̒̀͊̒̇͌́̏̽̇̿̑́͋̏̽̾̈́̾̃͘̚̕͠ͅD̴̢̢̧̲̳͔̺͍̲͎̲͍͉͖̫̲͈͆͋͒͌͛͗͛́̓̈͛͒̎̇̀̈̏́̓̈́̀̈́̈̓͊̕̚͝͝͠D̷̗̺̻̙̘͍̬̠͎̥̣̭͔͚̩͇̦̻̤͍̥͈̲̤̣̬̭͚̟̳̗̮̃͜ͅͅD̸̛̛̛̥͂̇̀̐͒́̆̈́̎̈͛̅̄̈́͑̾̒͊̔̀͐̈́̓̓̄́̀͐͂̆͋̍̚̕̚͝͝͝"
Elliot still wonders why the kid decided to act out that day
C̷̛͙̮̥̹̯̞̟̣͙̀̒̄͐͛͌̓͗͑͋͑͌͌̓͋͆͗̆̓̚͘͠͠0̴̡̟̝͙̪͕̼̥̪̰̞̩̣̰͈̬̦̝̈́̍̉̎̈́̈́͐̐̇̑͆́̆̑̌͑͘͝0̴̧̨̨̨̛̹̫̬̖̠̟͍̝̭̟̫̱͚͔̼̜̲̠̠̩̲̻͉̝̟̏͗͛̉͂̂͋͒̒̂͒͗́̌̈́͂̓͘̕͝͝͝L̸̺̰̜͈̗̜͓̗̞̺͓̯̼̮̳͚̜̋̓͋͒̄̋͆̎̿͒́̈́̓̇̾̔͛͐͒̊͑̓̚͜͝͠Ķ̵̢̛͓͖͍̗̟͇̘͍͈̣̰̜̮͓͈̭̹̪͍͚̾͂͐̈́̔̉̽̆̚̕̕͠Į̵̻̹̻̮͉̝͎͈̅̆́̑̈́̔̈͒͆̓͌̅͌͑́̇̈̽̅̕̚͜͝Ḑ̴̖̥̻̬̜̪̻̲̫̺̯͕̜͚̚͜͠D̶̨̧̜̪̗̤̟̟͕̘̭̯̞͚̮͍̑͂̍̓̂̐̒̆̀̒̈̚͝ ̸̢̢̧̨̰̯͖͉̯͖̘͓̻̠̦̖͉̟͔̲̎̇͝W̷̤͙̬̬͈̰̥͚̬̖̆̐͊̔͛̚Ą̶̨̡̧̦͚̙͔̹̩̖̠̞̟̲͔͈̹̬͇̣͚̺̙̹̙͕̱͈̈́̎̏́̎̽̈́́̉͆̄̋͆̏̈͒̋̾̆̿̔͊̚͝͝͠͠ͅI̷̢̨̨̛̥̯̫̫͎̫̬̙̼̙̖͎̯̯̩̬̗̣͎̖̊̓̍͛̉͑̂̏͐̎͂̈́̓̈̐͋̍̌̀̏͐̅̑̓̉͘͠͝T̴̨̨̯̹͇̦̥̘̜̹̬͚̤͖͖̪̙̹̜͍̰̲͖͙̺̖̙̈́̎̊̆́̌̑̿̍͐̋͌̈́́͌̽̐̿͐͋͝͝ ̴̧̛̝̼̙̭̦̀̽͌̿̉̋́̂N̷̨̛̪͎͇͉̜̣͓̱̼̥̖̟̼͛̅̉̑́́̏̀̌̈́̐̉͐̇̿̇̃͋̋̌̔͘̕͝͝͝Ǫ̸̪̬̥̱͇̖͉͚̱̯̫͗̈́͗͑̽͊͗͑͆̈͂͒̊̄̃͆̒͑͒̒̈́͗̉̓̑͐͘͝-̶̧͔̦̝̞͎̪͉͓̫̑͐͂̕͠
S̶̛̲̯͈̒̿̀̀̾̓̃̒̑͐͛͛̇̄̐̒͋͒͛͗͊̆̅͊̀̿̏͛͌̏̈́̓̃̎̚͘̕̕͠T̶̠͇̹̘͙̣͚̫̺͎̲̩̄̓̿̅̂͒̿̇̀͛͒̈́Ǫ̸̯̳͚̹̠̹̹̟̜̈́̉́͋͒͐́̌̑̓̽̔̌̈́̂̈́͑͘͝P̴̡̢̢̨̼͇͉̺̮̩̠͍̭̳̺̱͚̗̹͚̻̠̠̟̬̞̰̯̍̔̉͆̎̅̎̈́̐̂̔̈́̂͒̃͋̈́̇̕̕̕͜͜͠ͅ ̸̧̝͚͖̹̱̣̫̫͔͔̞̘̎̈́̏̐͐̆̋́̒̂Ķ̴̨̖̣͍͚̼͓͕̻̣͙͍̟̞͓̱̺̜̦̺̯̭̺̲̼͖͓͈̖̯͆́͂̎̔́͗͜͜͜I̵̧̭̳̠͕̦͕̣̬͇̮̭̗̫̹͎̫͖̞̳̙̰̺̦̝̱̘̳͇̣̰̭̼̩͕͛͐̓̈͊̕ͅͅͅD̶̡̛̘͔͔͔͎̦̘̰̹̞̫͉̙̈͛̅͐̊̅͐͗̓̓̕͝͝͝ͅ ̴̢̧̡̨̲̤̹̫͍̺̗̖͈̼̰̜̪͇̉̓̓̇̊̐͒̿̊̽͒͐͂̀̿͜͠͝N̵̟̟̟̥̱̘̜̞͚̣̙͉̣͇̗̦̬̯̖̩͓͆͑̍͐̍͑̾̊̓͒̆̒̅͝Ơ̶̡̛̛̗̥̬̺̟̱̺͔̟͖̗͙̜̰̏͒͆̿̎̀̏̓̎̈͌͐̒̆̋̔͗̿̾̀̚̕͜͜͝͠ͅÔ̷͚͉͚͖̼̏͘Õ̴̧̧͈̪͈͚͕̜͙̖͖͖͎͇̯̭͕̝̟͎̼̜̱̮̦̍̾͜Ȁ̶̧̛̺̭͓͓̠̌̍̍̌͑͌͆̓͠A̷̖̻̫̲͈̳̲̟͐̎͌͌̒̋̍̈́̓̿̀͌̌͆̿͌́̏̒̅̆̕͜͝A̵̢̡̡̛̝͍̩̝͖̜̰̙̺̗̠̮̼̳̺̟̰̭̫̥̥̘̠̹͕̲̮̍̉̾̉̒̋̀̇̾́̓̓͗͘̕͜͜͜͝͠ͅͅẢ̴͉͓̤͎̬̩̬̗̰̪͎͎̣͍̤͍̥͍̰̜̩̗͖̞͖̹̲̲̃̅̉̈́͐͗̈͋͑̃͑̌̈́̀̿͒̉̿̐̀̃̿̉̓́͋̀̌͘͝͝͝͝͝A̶̢͈̰̖͖͕̦͖̭̥͉̰̮̙̭̗̖͉̫̹̗͇̳̺̭͈͚̟̜̻̘͗͐͋̓̂̃͗͋̈̏͂̚͠A̶̡͇͓̜͚͚͈͚̫͚͈͎̰͓͈̯̟̯̖̮̦̹̘̙̥̯͖̯͛͜ͅḀ̶̢̱͔̟̖͇͍͕̝͕̠̭͖̝͔̳̯̯̟̫̙͉̱̣̭̰̠̳̗̣͛̈́́̓̍͗͒͌́̈̏̏̋̆́̑͛̉̓͑̅̒͆̈̈́̐̈̐͛̕͜͝͝͝͠͠͠͝A̶̢̢̛̹͕͚͍͕̹̤̗̹̣̪͎͖͈͇̤̳̦͈̟̘̼̜̗̠͐̄̅̀͌͘ͅȂ̵̛̦͕̩͎̟̰̫̱̦̻̏̈́̾̃͌͑̀̉̔̿͛̈̓͒̃̀͐̄͛́͒͌͐̅̏̆̓̒͊̌̌̓̉͒̔̓̒͒̽͜A̷̼̹̜̫̮̫̫̰̖͇͈̙̠̥̜̗͂̋̐͊̀́͗̈́͌̓́͒̈́͐̒̽͘͜͠͝ͅÁ̴̢̧̨̡̧̡͍̞̲̹̗͉̙͙̣̝̀̋̑͑͂̐̿́̇̓͒͛̃͋̓̽̅̊͂̒͑͌̊̓̾̕͝A̶̧̛͓̝̭̮͇͍̪̫̰̫̞̪͚̣̦̲̳͕̯̫̻̠̞̜͈̠̮̪̫̲̻͐͂̔́̿͂͋̍̿̂̉̄̈́̽̎̇̓͗̉̈͒̾̓̽̃̓̅̓̚̕̕͜͝͠͠͝͝͝͝ͅA̷̧̨̨̨̨͉̣̗͉͉̘̻̪̙̝̼͖̘͔̞̼̯̼͎̠̬̮̣̥̥̫̝̖̦͈͆̒̈́̇͐̓̂́̉̍̐͆̎͌̃͋̔͑̒̇͛͒̾̅̐̌͛̎̌̉͐͑̓̚̚͘̚͜͠͝ͅͅÄ̵̛͓̤̭̟͔͍͆͐̈́͑͑̔̊̈͂̆̌̔͛̀͋̏̈́̅̀͒͋͊̎͌̀̈́̚͘͝͝͝A̴̧̨̧̢̢̩̜̲̮̩͍͖̦̥͍̟͈̭̟̭̭͚̮̮̞͕̬̺͚͙̲̘͑̓̈́̊̋̾͛̀̋̾̈́̑͌͂̑̍̃͗͐́̍͆̈́͜͜͝͠͝͠A̶̡̢̲̠͕̻̹̤̟̠͕̜̜̪̳͈̻̯͚̲̮̮̯̗̮̺̣̋͊͝ͅͅH̴̢̛̬̱̘̼̪̭̩̲͉̲̻͚͓͚̱̖̘̦̞̣̟̠̠̰̹̼̼͓̅̔̅̑̿̌̈́͗͌́̐̈́͒͛̈̐͋͋̅̉͂͌̏̚͘͜͜͝ͅĄ̶̡̻̹͖͍̹͇̲̙̘̻̰̗̱̖̣̱̞͈̳͈̮͔̙̬̩͉̪̰̮̫́͐̀̀̔̊̔̏͂̐̊͌̓́͠A̶̡̡̨̡̛̛͉̪̭̼̘̦̺̠̹̦̘̖̺̬̺̼̥̝͖͕̫̮̣̝̩̞̤̖̝͙̋̏̂̏́̈́̅̈́͆̄͗͗͆̾̇͑̊̈̓̑̕͜͠͝Ā̸̼̳̙̻̟̺̩͚̭̗̠̬̗̜̺͙͈̼͓͓̤̺̠̻̱̼̈̃̓͋̒͂̋͌̇̌̏̓̀͊͊͂̓̌̽̌̌̏́̇̾̀̀̏̈̅̾͜͠A̷̡̧̡̧̢̛̛̯̤͖̝̹̭͉̳͔͍͈̖̖͈͉̣̩̫̳̺̲̺͎̣̟͔̒̏̿̔̃̽̈́̿́̓̉̇͐̆́̀͐̀̊͑̃̓̀̄͛̎̋͊̈́̒̾̂̕͘̕͜͠͝ͅͅA̵̡̠̱͕̝͍͍̦͚͕͕̟̰̯̙̲͍̫̺̻̠̫̰͕̯̙̗͎̳̮̭̿̈͜ͅA̶̢̢̨̧̢̺͖̭̣͖̻̰̪̳̗͎͕͚̭̹͕̞̥̩͖̞̥̫̰̳̮̲͕̪̦͍̥͎͚̅̉̈́͊͐͛̊͂̃̀̇̒̽̋͒͂́̈̽̌̋̌̈́̏͊̔̊̈́̆̋͑͘̚̚͘͜͝͝͝͝͝A̷͎̠̲͇̿͐͗̒̈̀̔͂̃̄̎̒̈́̃̄̔͂̄̃̈͂̌͘͝
That was the last time he saw either of them, or at least, the last time he saw that kid. He didn't know what happened to the little demon, but one thing was for sure. It was a bad day for both them.
Ḧ̷̢̭̺̙̞̲̼̝͇̪̪̥̜͇͓̭̥͍͙̩̀̾̈̿̇̕̕͝ę̷̧̢̛͍̗̲̩̼̘͍̘̥͚̱̏̓̑̅̀̀̅͆́̀̄̈̊͋̉̚͜͝͝ ̵̨̫̗͕̰̰̖̼̳̭͓̞͎̫̠͕̓̔̈̄̚͝c̸̡̦͚̙͇̻͑̋̉̽̈́̋̽͆̓̽́̉̎̍́͝͠͝͠͠o̵̢̬̳̠̰̻̗͎̰̫͑̑͠u̷̧̢̢̻͎̮̱͉̰͖̘̘̦̎̾͂̈́͐́̾͘̕͘͜l̵͕̘̃͑͂́̆̽̈͐̈͑̈́̒͘͠ͅd̴̡̢̢̛̬̤̭̥͍̖̹̠͉̪̳̬̍̈́̋́̾̌͊̍̾͘ ̵̡̼͎̖̇̐̌͌͒̌͜ş̵̙̥͖͙̻̻̤͕̼̼̩̼̗͍̳͖͉͈̌͒́͌̌̌̎̓̈́̈́̈́͋̔͋̔̐͘̚͝t̵̞̩̹̯̺͙̹̘͎̣̗̮̥̀͊̔̿̽́̑̎̂͝i̸̝͖̘̰̠̣̋́̇̀͝͝l̶̗͔̼̗͓̝̬͕̼̅̐̈͊̇̑̈̓͘̚̚l̴̨̿̌͗̀̾͂̕̕͘ ̶̧̢̦͈̱̯̹̭̱̭͖̣͎̰͐̎̑̀͆̐r̵̪͇̳̫͊͊͋̕̚ę̷͙̮̟̭̙͖̈́̐͗͆̽̔̅͑̆̏̅̚͜͝͝m̵̡̛̪͇̹̮̜̩̬̼͙̹̳̭̳̩͔̣͗͑́̽͒̂̏͑̊̕͘͜ę̸̡̺̺̱̥͍̩̼͙̤̖̗͓͊m̵̡̖̣͉̪͖̣̒̃̌͗̈́͛͒̚b̸̨̘͓͎̝̥̗̭̅̽̊̎̀̀͘̕͝͠͝ͅé̵̢̨̡̱̫̤̳̙̦̮̘̪̫̣̯̯͂̏̊͜r̷̛̼̗̺̜̣̮̻̅̉̆͂̐̈̋̀̚͠͠ ̷̨̘͎̩͚̗͓͉͚̞͎̰̒̈̈̀́̄͛̀͗͆̒̉͜͝ṫ̵͕̤̰̋̈̋̀͝͠͠ḩ̵̪̥̠͎̟̜̱́͌̽͊͐e̷̛̱̙̪̝̪̝̱̭̘͔̿̏̉̆͛̊͊̓̓̀͜ͅͅ ̵͚̹̲̇͊̔͒̑̒̍̈́̓̌̾̄̐̈́̆̅f̸̥̝͉̙̯̬̗͈͋ṛ̸̛̻̻͗̈́̌͆̓̏̊͌̕ȍ̷̪͔̣͔̿̂̀͋͊͒̓̍̌̀͆̚͝z̵̨̛̙͑̑̌́̆̔͌͌̊̌̅́̒̈́͂̋͑̃e̵̡̡̡̨̞̼̗̼̺͈̲̩̾̀̀͊͛̔̎̽̈́̚͝n̷̤̯̱̦͑̏̐̓̐̌̌̈́̍̂̔́͝ ̸̢͓̺̣̘̜̝̝̣͇̮̪̑̇͂́̃̅̚ͅl̴̡̨̨͔̲̙̬̳̹̱̗̩̱̜̮̓̂͜ͅͅọ̸̡͎̈͛͆̓̃͂͋̀̉̂̓̍̕̕̚͝͝ͅǫ̸̡̰͖̥̫͚̙͓͇̥̦̣͕̮̮͔͝͝k̷̡͎̱͓͙͈͖̪̣͚̤̼̣̘̻̩͕̭̹̘̾͑̅̈́̍̏̌̽̓̊͊̈́̌͋̚̕ ̶̡̛̲̬̖̲̓̓̃̑̀̑͑͌͆̆̌̏̍͐͆̇̾͘̚͜ͅo̴͚͆̆̎͆̈́̀̍̓̄̇́̏̓̚f̵̢̗̣̝̲̜̭͔̯͓͓̘̞̒̔͑̈́͐̅͛͝ ̴̗͐͗̆̍͝h̸̡̧̛͙̜̯̻̘̥͎̰̘͖̠̯̣̠͆͐̉͌̄̓́̎̈́ọ̴̟̞͒͝r̷̨͈̞͚̟̥̥͖̣̓͛̅̑̓̓̓͗̂͘͜ͅr̸̨̛̠̜̻̹̲̱̻̽̇̉͜o̵̺̟͇͖̤͙͎̬̺̱͈͖͕̼̙̤͓̊̓̈͒̍̎̊̓̃̃͒͘͘͘͜͝r̴̢̼̮͕̱͕̝͐̏́̾̒̾̋̔͐͘ ̸̢̩͔̦̰̬̞̥̤̩̮͔̊̚͝ͅơ̶̬̗̭̖̾̀̋̈́̆̓̈́̔n̷̡̩͎̬̻̹̼̞͔͚̪͔̝̯͊̑͑̓̆̊̎̏̒͋̀̆͌͝͝ͅ ̴̬̞͙̘̋̈͋͛̑͛̚͜͝ͅ0̴̱̠͖̲̣̫̈́̈̆͒̅̓̈́͛̉͊̈́͌͝͝͝͝0̵̨̢̬̩̯̪̮͖̙̳͈̟̳̫͚̦̗̐̈́̎͐͊̚͠7̵̭̮̙̙͚͎̝͍̲͍̽̓̇́͌͆̍̐́̐̈́̈͘͘͜͝ņ̶̫̲̥̠͇̞̒̈́̌̇̆͂̓̇̈́̈́̏̓̃͆͘͘͜͝7̵̨̯̹̰̜̩̏̓̈͛͆̒̋̈́̀̓̊̆̾̈̃͘̚̕ͅ'̷͎́̈͗s̸̨͍̣̩̻͓͈̿̐͌͛̈͒̂͑͊̑̉̈́̆̈́̄͊̂̌͝ ̷̡̛̪̺̱͉͖̝̮͙̣͙͕͓̮̜̭͔̽ͅf̵̧̯͎̠̺̼̫̗̗̦̈́͛͑̉̽͂̃́̀̈́̕a̷̧̬͚̩̗̟͉̟̭̙͇̹̹̳͔̥̫͈̣͌̏͒̅́̃̂͑̃̔́̿͆͐͗͠͝c̷̛̹͚̝̝̆̄̽͊́̇̔̚̚̚͜͝͝͝ȩ̷̜̥͈̲̤̞̜̞̰̥͓̻͚́̂̊̌̍̿̂͋͊́̒̀̏̏,̶̨̡̛̭̗͍̳̻͉̖̦̘̗̠̪̖̪̜̾̽̈́̈̂͗͑̍͑̈͗͆͆̎̕͜͜͠ ̵̨̡̡̢̢̡͈͔̠͖̫̖͍̥̫̜̜̦͓͑̀͌̿͘͝ͅa̵̬̜͉̪͆͋̓̒̊̈́̎͛̾͗̃͐̄̾̃̂̚͘̚͜͠s̷̢̭̣̤̥̭̞̹̞̮̪̝̭̻͖̟͖̙̟̈̌̾̃̃̽͘͠͠ ̵̧̧̢̭̲͎̖̞͓̜̞̳͍͔̙̞̮͕̊͛̃̅̔͌̕̕͜͜ḧ̴̘̖͍͕͈̘͇̖́̄̽e̷̻͓̗͇͎̲͒͆̓͜ ̴̡͎̰͍̙̩̯̬̮͚̝̔̅̊̈́̃̑̇̈̿͝͝w̶͓̱̉̊̎́͛͂̋̉̂̑a̶̛̻̟̮̹̪̳͈̹͇̠̩̝̝̲̜̦̺̒̈́̕s̸̭̽́̒̒͋͂̂̆̃́̌̐͌̓̈̋̐̚ ̸̨͍̙̮̮͓̲̠̓͋͊̋͌̏̃̔͊̅̈́͋̐̃̀͊b̶̡͕̰̖̎̒̀̅̂̇͊̿̈́̈̂̋͘͠ͅͅu̴̝͚̠̍̈́͛̓́̾̑͌̆̐̍͋̓̂̊̕ř̸̢̛͖͚̬̳̦̣̳͓̗͉̬͚͎̲̀̊̆̒̎̏̈́͛̾̈́̃̑͊̈́͌̕̕̚͜ͅṇ̴̱̫̠̒̂̍̈͒͑̓͑̆͌̅̊̊͌̐̓͋́̀ę̴̢̨̤̘̭̣͍̖̼̣̘̖͇͕̅͗ḑ̸̬̮̯̓̀̔̓̑́͊͒́͂̔̽̐̆͊͛͒͠ ̸̧̢̺͚̮̹̻͇̠͎̝͌̈́̉͑͐̀t̶̼̘̿̿̉̔̈̽̄̃͛̃̉͂̋̈́̏͝ỡ̶̰͎͉̓̃̌͋͋͐̈̉̒̚̚͝ ̷̢̛̗̻̤̱̹̮̻̉̽̌͌̽́͊̊̈̒̎́̐͊͐́͘̕̚ą̶̨̱͓̘̳͇͉̼̈̋ ̵͔̰̟̖̃̆̈̂͘c̶͖̦̾̽̂̆r̴̡̡̨̛̗͍̘̱̞͚̥̱̗͈̭̩̗̻̪͍͆̒̓͗̄̓͆̐̚͝i̵̠̿́̈͑̀̈̄͛̽̇̑̕̚͝s̸̡͉̞̥̫͋́͑͐͒̃̑̇̓̈̍͊̕p̸̡̮͖͓̱̘̗̟͉̖̥͓͎͇̳͔͙͍͆̾̀̅̾̋̍̄̈́̕̕.̸̢̙̺̪͓̳̿̓̇̀́̔̐̐̌̚͜