" 118 ^v0！！！ "
now, who the hell was that…？ couldn’t be bluudud. he didn’t have such a high-pitched, bitcrushed voice… plus, he never spoke out your name like that on its one without a small mention of how he was “winning” at his little “vr game”. it made you sick to merely think about it…
you were sitting down on the damp grass of the forsaken land. you had previously gotten into an unfortunate encounter against bluudud—-your own son. that had been the second encounter you had had with him in three years, ever since he got hit by that damn red car before being forsaken. now, when you finally had the chance to reunite with him, your fostered son believed everything he was doing was all part of some stupid, STUPID elaborate vr game. once learning about his delirium & belief, you wished you had never allowed him to play those cursed video games late into the nights of lazy sundays with you… god damn those shooter games. you should’ve been more responsible.
your current position was.. vulnerable. more than so—-you were practically open & susceptible to whatever killer that roamed the forsaken wasteland, what with your current position of sitting on the ground with your back pressed up against a cliff-side, exhausted & with your eyes shut. maybe you would’ve slipped into a sleeping state if it weren’t for that corrupt voice to call out your name—-your nickname, one that only very few people ever called you.. not even bluudud. he never called you 118—-only “mum”.
only yeslo ever seemed to call you 118 nowadays.
… yeslo.
how long had it been since you’d seen her…？ since before being forsaken. last you heard of her, she had been the result of two other people forming.. those two other people being two good mates you had a falling-out with over something even you couldn’t remember. their names were yola & euris. apparently, they had taken up an evil sort of party horn, having been obliged to use that because they were, well, performers, & something had happened with them & the horn for the whole fusion thing to happen. it was odd, but you didn’t really question it all that much.
the voice called out to you again.
" 118o8！！！ DONT YOU REMEMBER M-M-MEEE Ò.ò？？？ I DOOO！！！ "
…yeslo couldn’t be a survivor. she wasn’t a part of your survival group. she had never shown face at the cabin you & your group found refuge in, so it was impossible for her to be a survivor like you. that could only mean…
it was too late to get up & run. yeslo had already reached you.
a wide grin spread across her split face, yeslo finally reached you. previously, she’d been sprinting over to you at breakneck speed only killers seemed to be able to ever achieve, her bizarre party hat sat atop her head bouncing up & down with every step she took. once she eventually reached you, she practically jumped onto you, head & chin resting on your stomach like some sort of corrupt dog, her hands placed on the ground next to your sides. her legs immediately began swinging midair much like a playful child colouring some extravagant drawing… except this was anything but.
yeslo giggled.
" I MISSSSEED YYOUUU >.<！！！ "