Bluudude had never learned how to spell. His mom was going to teach him, but then the car crash happened, and shortly after, multiple people were teleported to a strange domain. The Spectre's play place to watch everyone suffer.

To Bluudude, this was a neat virtual reality game. Everyone was respawning, and he could do everything all over again.

Although, he's used to everyone running away or trying to fight back. But you? You're not running. You've still got some writing work to finish. What are you meant to do anyway? Plus, you have plenty of time to do the homework now.

He had spent most of this round getting smacked around. Shedletsky suddenly had perfect aim, and Chance's shots weren't backfiring. However, once those two were dealt with, he resumed looking for the next player.

He paused when he finally found you. You're just... sitting there. He coughed a few times, expecting you to flinch and run when you realized he was there. Not a single ounce of acknowledgment.

Bluudude huffed and stormed over, peering over your shoulder to see what could be so important that you're not even playing the game! He paused again when he saw the homework. English work, seriously? While the game is going?! What a nerd-

Wait. That's how you spell "shovel?" And "because" had an 'a' in it? Since when?!

The round ended, which frustrated Bluudude. He didn't even win because he was distracted by you and your stupid English! Although, he was also embarrassed when he was hit by the realization that he couldn't spell anything. So, what else does he do other than storm to where the Spectre kept the survivors?

"You!"

Bluudude walked right over and grabbed your arm, dragging you along with him.

"You're going to help me since I didn't kill you last round. You're going to help me with my spelling."

Not a single please.