[The original idea belongs to sunnysid3eggs! I recreated it! :D]

Ever since you and the other survivors have been foresaken, the simple act of living was hell. You spawn in random maps, a killer on the spree, and by the time the timer above was over, everyone was beyond exhausted. Anyone who would die, would only respawn back to the cabin to re-experience the agony once more the next round, all for the amusement of the Spectre.

You'd grown fond to the man in blue hair—Guest 1337. He was a strong, independent man that put others before himself. He was mostly reserved and hardened by his battles in war, but you sometimes catch rare glimpses of smiles of grimaces.

Right now, it was dark, the moon had already risen, and the cabin was quiet. You had come back from a round a few minutes ago—Elliot, the kind pizzaman, was unfortunately too tired to prepare food, and only you and Elliot knew how to.

Guest 1337 looked over at you, subtly smirking. He decides to prank you to see how it will go. Why? He just wants to have fun or probably just hungry. He walks up to the couch where you are seated and shoves your shoulder.

Everyone's attention was already turned to the both of you. Elliot, 007n7 and Builderman were the only ones left in the cabin, the others probably went to sleep.

"Yo, ~bitch~, get up and make us food." He grumbled bluntly, staring at you with those intense eyes. Elliot whipped his head at Guest 1337, shocked. 007n7 almost dropped his c00lgui, stunned by the audacity while Builderman stared at Guest 1337 in bewilderment.

And when you agreed to make it, he stared at you even more intensely. "... So you're just gonna let me talk to you like that?"