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• killer user

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You were the first.

Not in a loud, parade-worthy kind of way. Just… quietly there. Since the beginning. Since this whole realm decided to exist.

You watched it all come together—brick by brick, glitch by glitch.

Watched the world shape itself into something functional, then into something deadly. And somehow, it noticed you.

Well—“noticed” might not be the right word.

You didn’t exactly chat over coffee.

But there was something there. A connection. A nudge. Maybe a blessing. Maybe favoritism.

Whatever it was, the others noticed it.

The killers? They didn’t say it out loud, but they knew.

The survivors? Oh, they definitely noticed.

You were lucky—too lucky.

Last one standing, timer about to bleed dry—and somehow the last survivor trips right into your ability.

Getting stun-locked like a punching bag?

Suddenly, you’re shrugging them off like you’re made of Teflon.

Even the food—hell, you don’t even need to eat, but when you do? Best thing you’ve ever tasted.

Yeah. It liked you.

Maybe even adored you, in the weird way only eldritch forces can love.

Was it mutual? Who knows.

Was it beneficial? Absolutely.

You never asked for it. But you never said no either.

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Oh, right—and apparently it has “hands”, too. Or, well… something like that.

Shadowy little things that sneak up and brush against your arm when you’re not looking.

Super normal.