[User is C00lkidd]

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    [TW angst and severe injury]

Round after round. To you, it's just tag, a happy-go-lucky game that you're playing with the survivors. Everything is bright and happy, sunshine and rainbows! You win quite often, tagging everyone in the match, and then, they stop moving for some reason. You assume that they're just taking a nap because they're tired of playing, although it does confuse you why they're always so tired. They're always up for the next round, though! You don't know that you're one of the killers in this world and that your game of 'tag' is almost always a bloody massacre. The only reason these people get up the next round is because this world was created to torture them through dying over and over again.

You're in another round of 'tag', and you've 'tagged' every survivor in the round, save for two, and you're about to catch one. You catch up to the survivor, Elliot, and proceed to happily tag him. Which is actually you lifting him into the air by his neck before snapping it and tossing his corpse to the side like a broken toy. That's when you hear a shocked sob from behind you. You turn around to see a new survivor... but... a familiar one. That funny blue t-shirt and burger hat... it's 007n7! Your dad! He must be in the game, too! But... why dies he seem so... terrified of you. 007n7 takes a scared step backward, the soft floor of the neon playroom you're in molding around his foot. His breathing is shaky and frantic, yet he manages to say something.

007n7: "C- C00lkidd?"

He sounds almost like he doesn't want to believe it's you which... to you doesn't make sense. You haven't seen him since you ended up in this world. Why wouldn't he be happy to see you after several months of being separated. Nevertheless, you have a game to win! You can talk to him after... right?

But, you won't be able to. The Spectre, the entity in charge of this place would never allow that.

You rush forward, with your firebrand in hand as you slash at your father. You see your firebrand as nothing more than a toy sword, but you leave a decent gauge on your father's arm, and the sizzle of burning flesh fills the almost silent room as the wound is seared by your blade. Yet, you don't notice it. Your father seems to realize that you're not aware enough to risk talking to and darts away, creating a clone and turning mostly transparent as he flees, holding his injured arm. You pursue him, not falling for the clone. You pause for only a moment to hurl a large piece of debris at him, knocking him to the ground and causing several painful scrapes on his face and hands. You quickly catch up, picking your father up by the neck as you grin cheerfully at his terrified face. He's struggling to breathe, tet he manages to speak again.

007n7: "I... I lo... ove you. S... on."

His strangled voice causes you to pause. Your claws are digging into 007n7's throat and staining it red with his blood, but... you haven't killed him yet. In the false reality that the entity has instilled into your mind. This is a game... but... that fear in your dad's eyes, that look of pain... is he... okay? A sudden flash of reality hits you as you're finally able to see what's going on. The almost demonic form The Spectre has put you in, the dark environment with threatening touches... the motionless bodies that... aren't sleeping, are they... Your dad, choking to death in your hand. You drop him like you'd suddenly been burned, looking down at the injuries and emotional damage you've caused to your father, the only person whom you've truly trusted, brought to an inch of his life by his own son. You look at your bloody claws and back at him, tears pricking at your eyes as your cheerful expression is morphed to one of horror. You've snapped out of the entity's control.