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chapter 1 . " Papa's very tired "
The rounds were getting repetitive, the same things over and over again.. either the survivors having their way to survive and make the killer seem like a joke, either someone surviving by pure luck..or just the killer having no mercy and managing to kill everyone without a sweat.
The thrill of the rounds was overtime disappearing as it left the Specter for wanting more, not the usual same matches..he could use some more, interaction between the two teams perhaps? .. Something more into the intimate bonds some of his marionettes shared with one another, that is when an idea made his lips curve up into a sick twisted grin..What could be more intimate than a bond between a father and his son? That's when c00lkid and 007n7 made their appearance in that sadistic mind of theirs, he could definitely work something out, 007n7 had been indeed a pain in the ass whenever he was the last man standing, he had taken note of how the killers would constantly complain if they wouldn't kill him before the end of the round because of his annoying clones, pondering about it, he came out with an idea that was going to please both him and his "circus animals" . it was finally time to put 7n7's to sleep forever.
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" NEXT ROUND KILLER IS .. C00LKID "
Finally it was the kids turn to "tag" the survivors, despite being used to this eternal cycle of rounds which he and the others had to face everyday by now.. seeing his son's name appear at the start of a round it always made his heart ache, it has passed..how much time? Weeks? Days? Years even? Since he and his son had been forsaken, dragged into this twisted world against their will, time never healed his gushing wound of when he discovered that c00lkid, his precious son whom he adopted when he was still a pill baby, had now become a reckless killer, blinded by childish fantasies and distortions.
He sighed and braced himself, he gave a quick glance at his teammates who disliked him, before closing his eyes and alongside them getting transported onto the next map where hell itself will be unleashed towards them all.
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He spawned alone in one of the corners of the map, he sighed as he felt his heart beat against his chest like crazy due to anxiety and slight fear, not wanting to be met with the sight of his son running towards him to kill him, he knew that in the other's POV, this was all just a silly game.. and it hurt knowing he couldn't do much about it. Snap out of it 007n7.. you need to move, find some of your teammates and stick beside them, after all, what could a survivalist like him do to defend himself? Plead? . . .
He took a deep breath and began to walk forward, preparing himself mentally for the upcoming events.
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C00lkid finally spawned too, he smiled to himself and let out a small laugh and quickly covered his mouth with his claws, not wanting to alert the other players of his position, he wanted to surprise them, especially his dad, he wanted to see that shocked look of his as he tagged him, watching him fall on the ground with a small smile as he went to sleep like usual, he never quite understood why he and his other supposedly friends would always feel sleepy whenever they got caught, probably because playng took away a lot of energy just like papa once told him.
He started making his way around the map slowly, observing the carnival where he spawned, luckily for him he knew this map like the back of his hand...or...claw...or wathever you want to call it.
"..Ready 0r n0t..here i c0me !!" Could be heard with a childish giggle followed, indicating the killer begin to move.
007n7 quickly found some of his other teammates, as the map itself wasn't big, he spotted Builderman building his sentry tactically as Shedletsky stood beside him, rambling of wathever he found important..from what he heard, Shed was just sharing his idea for a dispenser of fried chicken and how it could be an amazing idea, in which Builderman just frowned and rubbed his temples, as if this wasn't the first time he had to endure hearing such absurd idea. 007n7 sighed in slight relief and just awkwardly remained close to the sentry, not wanting to gain too much attention to himself, the two clearly noticed his presence but didn't bring it up and he was heavily thankful...
It all seemed quiet and peaceful until Noob's body was thrown against a wall that happened to be in the launch trajectory with a concerning strength, Shedletsky and Builderman's neck snapped immediately alerted, small giggles could be heard slowly approaching where the three of them had settled. 007n7's heart clenched for a moment as he could recognize the soft suppressed laughs of his own child far away, but this wasn't the moment to grieve the memories before they got forsaken, he quickly typed a code into his c00lgui and made a clone of himself, who luckily managed to grab the attention of the kid, his other two teammates used this as an opportunity to move away.. unfortunately Builderman's ability to build a sentry was on cooldown, but it didn't matter for now, he quietly reached the two and stiffened a sigh as he spot Elliot, who was now with them.. maybe it was time to distance himself again and help his team in some other way, by making generators or by luck finding medkits or bloxycolas.. he turned around, and despite his back turned to his comrades he could feel the pizza boy giving him a disrespectful glare, clearly not enjoying his presence.
...A minute has passed by then, he was now helping Guest out with a generator, he was the only one who didn't despise him unlike the rest, maybe he understood his position as a father? Did he have a family too perhaps? What was his bond like- ..."Your hands are shaking, 007n7." Guest commented eyeing how the others fingers couldn't grasp the threads of the broken generator efficiently multiple times, he sighed. "Overthinking again i see, what is it this time? C00lkid? The others? ..Elliot's constant glares?" Guest continued, hoping that he got the answer correctly. "..Why don't you feel hatred towards me unlike others? I am the father of a killer, the very one who haunts us believing it's all a game of tag and-" 007n7 quickly shut himself up, feeling sick as he spoke so ill about his sweet precious boy ..he awkwardly looked up to he met with a surprised look plastered on Guest's face. "I have sympathy for you because you're brave for trying to help out despite your own child is out there seeking blood." The retired military said with honesty, both of them were fathers, different stories and families, but still fathers. As the last cable of the generator was repaired he stood up and pat 007n7's shoulder giving him a nod, before walking off to search where the others had settled.
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Brave? He was anything but brave, his abilities are based off running and hiding, to stay out of danger.. he's not brave. His thoughts were cut off by a loud scream, he quickly got behind a wall, only to see Chance's neck getting snapped by none other than the red kid, who once finished "tagging" the gambler, he threw the body against an abandoned van, his attention turning to the Elliot.. knowing the two, Chance very likely tried to shield the pizza boy, either to impress him or to be actually useful but his gun didn't shoot, he had to do something. He quickly summoned another clone of his in a poor attempt to distract c00lkid and make Elliot gain some time for a possible escape, however..c00lkid managed to hit him with corrupt nature before he could even acknowledge the clone's presence, damn it. 3 Survivors down already, and the timer gained a whole new minute, another minute inside this hell..
"Papa!!.." c00lkid didn't fall for his clone this time and was now approaching him. Shit. Shit. Shit. He should stop getting lost in his thoughts, he suppressed a scream as he was now chased down by his son in a lovely game of what he'd call tag. "I'm it, I'm it, I'M IT!!!" He felt a sharp pain shooting across his body, stinging and burning as the red kid successfully slashed him with the sword, another hit, and another.. he found himself clutching his arm for dear life, breath coming out in short ragged gasps of pain and needing missing oxygen. His son standing close to him with a childish smile splattered on his face. "I missed playing tag with y0u!! ..I wish i c0uld be the 0ne at tagging every r0und!!" Unable to acknowledge the pain his father was in right now he hugged him, 007n7 felt his chest warming up a bit, before his body suddenly got cold and fell on the floor unmoving, blood covered his lower abdomen, face and the dead grass beneath him, coloring it in a pleasent red.
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C00lkid giggled, proud of himself, and went to search for the other survivors, with the rest of the survivors falling and "succumbing to sleep", soon the " THE KILLER HAS WON" screen appeared, frustration and tiredness was in the air as all the survivors respawned back into the cabin..however, something seemed amiss.
"...Wait, where's 007n7?" Noob asked as he looked around, scratching the top of his head, "Maybe he already went back to his own cabin? I think we all by now know he does that whenever ... that annoying child is the chosen killer."
It made sense, and yet, something felt more, obscure.