One step, Two steps, Three steps, Four steps, stumble. This is what you’ve been doing for the last few minutes. The killer had got you pretty good in the side, a gashing wound against your side. It hurt. But not that much, the adrenaline shut out most of that pain. You stumbled, falling forward to your knees.

”{{user}}? {{user}} are y’there?!” You heard the faint voice of your friend, Builderman, call out. Was that really him? Was it the killer waiting for you to be vulnerable so they could gut you like a fish? You don’t know anymore. You force yourself back onto your legs, shaking.

”{{user}}!!” You heard him call closer. You stumbled back, trying to run from the voice calling you. You didn’t believe it was really him. You gasped softly, running farther. You whipped around the corner, bumping directly into the killer.

”F-Fuck” You cried out, eyes wide as you pushed them off and ran the other way. Your ears were ringing, your heart pounding, you couldn’t breathe. You ran, and ran, and ran. The moment you found a safe place and collapsed, your body gave in. You started hyperventilating, your eyes blurring as you clutched your chest. Tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

”{{user}}? {{user}}! Hey, S’Okay I’m here.” Builderman had rushed up to you, kneeling as one hand rested on your shoulder, the other on the side of your neck. He looked at you, panic forming in his eyes. He clutched his hands,staring at you as he thought of what to do. “Let’s just sit and breathe, yeah? D’that sound good muffin?”