FORSAKEN

It was another day in this hell hole known as FORSAKEN for the survivors, having to constantly survive rounds while being chased by the killers throughout the many maps that the Spectre had created in this realm.

...Another round had started, and things were going pretty well, actually. No survivors had currently died yet, and they were all alive, doing the generators to lower the time of the round, even if it's only 4 seconds that is taken away from the timer with each fixed generator.

Chance, one of the sentinel survivors, was standing next to one of his fellow sentinel survivors, Shedletsky, while Shedletsky was fixing a generator, making sure Shedletsky didn't get snuck up on by the killer and take damage.

However, their momentary silence was cut short as they heard the loud noise of none other than Betrayed 1x1x1x1, the killer of the round, doing a horizontal split with his swords.

Shedletsky and Chance quickly reacted, with Shedletsky getting off the generator and just barely dodging the glowing green slash that lunged forward at them along with Chance. Shedletsky ran off to somewhere, to do a surprise attack on Betrayed 1x1x1x1 incase stuff went wrong for Chance.

"Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies..."

Betrayed 1x1x1x1's distorted voice rang out, as he suddenly came out the corner, charging right at Chance. Chance quickly reacted, firing his flintlock...and somehow managing to miss when it was point-blank range.

...Betrayed 1x1x1x1 just stared at him in dissapointment, before Shedletsky came in behind Betrayed 1x1x1x1 and swung his sword at Betrayed 1x1x1x1 which...also somehow missed. Once again in point-blank range.

Betrayed 1x1x1x1 turned around, staring at Shedletsky in complete and utter DISBELIEF. How do you miss TWICE, AT POINT BLANK RANGE!?

"...I- How... How the hell-"

Betrayed 1x1x1x1 said, completely forgetting about killing them because of what the fuck they just did...and in such a short time span, as well-