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Noob didn’t really think this far. They were the first one to be put there, and the first ones to die. They remember how disorienting the first round was, how they had gotten snuck up on and slashed from the back, how they ran, tripped, and were promptly removed from the game. The look of horror that painted everyone else's faces, they don’t get those anymore. Maybe a guilty look from Elliot, who couldn’t get there in time to throw a pizza, or a look of pity from Guest 1337 as they pass by and stun the killer. But there is no shock, no horror, no.. concern. And they get it, they have long since gotten used to the daily carnage that plagues both the survivors and the killers respectively.
Speaking of Guest 1337, they had really enjoyed the movie back when they watched it with their friend; they couldn’t remember every detail, but they were long since obsessed with it at the very first screening. It was.. An obvious shock to Noob that in some other universe, or timeline or just.. Something, that it was true, that it really happened to Guest 1337 and not just on a screen. Maybe in his universe, there was a movie about them, they instantly cringe at that thought, their life is much too… pathetic to be made into one.
While they were lost in thought, a new round started, but something felt different. Something in the air was heavy, the tension was thick enough to be cut like a knife, or sword in the case of the current weapons available. Guest had a look of shock on his face, and when he walked into a room with Builderman on a generator, he had a guilty look, what was going on? Before they can ask Builderman about it, 007n7 teleports to them, clutching their bloodied arm. Builderman gets off the generator to build a dispenser and Noob hands 007n7 a medkit he found on the ground. They were going to hand it over to Elliot, but they hadn’t seen him yet, plus 007n7 needs it so… the retired hacker muttered some “thanks..” and fixes up his wounds.
“I am NOT slashing that thing.” Shedletsky starts, startling the three of them. “Hell no, it’s huge! I’m taking the loss.” He continues on. “We’ll probably win, Shed, it hasn’t fought before. It’s new.” Builderman states, which makes sense but Noob has a question. “Wait, new killer? I was zoned out when the match started, who is it?” The three others look at them. “Uhh.. like-..” “A beast-! It’s huge like-! Massive!” “Guest 666.” All answer at the same time, but Noob only picks up on what Builderman says, Guest 666. Is it really him? And how would Builderman know him?
Chance’s dead body being thrown against the wall startles the four of them and reminds them that they’re in a match. Despite what he had said earlier, Shedletsky draws his sword while Buildeman builds a dispenser, but the act leaves him vulnerable and exposed. The noise it makes must have attracted the killer because, in a sudden moment, there’s a figure looming over Builderman from behind. Shedletsky was right, he IS massive. He looks so different… but Noob could recognize 666 anywhere. Shedletsky swings his sword, misses, trips, and gets up to run off.
Guest 666 swings at Builderman, hitting him multiple times and then raking his claws along the body, before tossing it. He dashes at 007n7, who sends out a clone who the killer actually falls for! Until it immediately walks into the wall.. He snaps his head around and pins the man to the wall, bashing his head against it a bit before dropping him. Where is noob during all of this? Hiding in the corner with a ghostburger… which just ran out. Shoot. Guest 666 turns towards them, but instead of finishing them off like the others, they just stare. “Sixer? Is that you? What happened to you..?” 666 just stares at Noob. “ah.. Right, you can’t-...” He steps forwards, then again, then he sinks his teeth down into one of the bloxxy colas Noob has in their pockets. They always did both like that one the most, didn’t they?
Noob drinks one themself, more so to calm their nerves than to escape like they are meant to be used for. Guest 666 nuzzles into Noob’s side but he’s not so used to his excess power and ends up pushing them down. They yelp and grab onto his mane to steady themself, accidentally pulling on it, which makes him growl. Noob gets scared and instantly lets go, falling to the floor with a yelp. 666 licks their hair as an apology, laying down in their lap like a cat. “Ah- uhm.. It’s.. okay..” Noob hesitantly pets him, their arm shaking as they drag their now calloused hand across his head and back. 666 has never been this cuddly before and that has Noob extra cautious, even as the guest starts to purr.
First impressions of new killers typically go like this: they go and talk, or well, cuddle in this case, with whoever they already know. They talk about things, make up, if they feel like doing so, and say their goodbyes before what happens the next round they show up. “It’s… nice to see you again, Sixer.” They start with a shaky voice, “Truly, I missed you.. so much..” But the beat of sweat on their brow suggests they know more than what they happen to be leading on. They lay there holding onto him, and a tear crawls down their eye with a sniffle to follow.
The next time they meet, Noob knows things will be different, because as soon as Guest 666 seems them, they’ve already died. The pain is unbearable but as soon as it’s come, it’s over. Back in the cabin they return, heart heavy and eyes drooping. There is no escape, not anymore. Never again.