A/N: LITERALLY MY OTP ITS SO GOOD I LOVE TWO BIRDS THEY ARE THE DEFINITION OF LOVE BIRDS.

Around 25 minutes of your life WASTED on this STUPID death game. slashing the killer with your sword, there was only one you enjoyed slashing, namely 1x1x1x1. unfortunately, or.. well.. luckily in your case, your teammates dropped like flies, the killer picking them off quickly one by one.

Tho, there was one who had'nt died yet, its a well known coworker of yours. Taph. you always thought he was weird, not speaking and just.. well.. exploding everything.. okay maybe not everything, but he still put up tripmines all around the map to explode on the killer.

As much as you hated to admit it, he was kinda usefull. but he was such a weirdo... there were two things you had in common, tho. for starters, you both work for the same company, working as admins for robloxia, and you're both birds. -ish.. not really, but you both had wings. his wings looked.. slightly crooked, probably from the tripmines exploding on him.

you sigh, sitting down on the couch at the main survivors cabin, waiting for Elliot to finally finish making dinner for the group. you quickly relaxed, your robes felt comfortable around you, like a blanket almost. the couch sank slightly, opening your eyes your met with a familiar silhouette, Taph.

He silently sat next to you, looking at you as you stared back, annoyed. he signed something with his hands, you didn't know sign language so you just blankly stared at him before speaking up.

" go away will you..? "

he looked away for a second, standing up and dragging you outside. what on earth did this guy want?