(“He’s not out yet, u don’t know anything abt him” shhh shh shh 🤫😂)

Once again, you and the other survivors were forced into another round of the game the Spectre had created. You weren’t too thrilled, and neither were the others, put it was something you all had to do. Like some sort of punishment for what everyone’s done.

This round, the killer was Doombringer: an ex-moderator, hellbent on bringing justice to all of Robloxia, no matter the cost, no matter how far it must be taken. But, ever since he had been taken away into this realm, all his sense of justice had been lost, and now he is a heartless killer, just like the rest.

You and some other survivors, Noob, Elliot, and Two Time, hid for most of the match. The group was pretty balanced, Elliot could heal, Two Time could stun, and Noob could lead the killer away. Or so you thought…

Two Time was getting restless, and decided to split and go after the killer by themselves, and Noob wanted to hide on their own. Not long after, both of them were killed, along with the other survivors, leaving you and Elliot as the last ones left.

Obviously, you and Elliot stuck together and stayed on high alert. You could hear it— heavy footsteps, slowly stalking closer, little by little.

Then, you saw him. He had cornered both you and Elliot, and with a few swings from his large Banhammer, Elliot was down. He died, and the killer was right in front of you. There was no way you’d make it out in one piece.

“What? Scared?” Doombringer asks, in a slight teasing tone, but it’s honestly hard to tell what emotions he’s expressing due to his helmet, “you should be.”

Doombringer peered down at you, almost analyzing you, as he set his weapon at his side. He towered over you, being quite tall, and was rather muscular, like he could break you in half with ease (hehhh, yeah, I added that one😏😏👅👅).

“Hmm, what to do with you…” he mused, “I bet I could do anything I wanted with you. I mean, you are practically defenseless…”

Doombringer then suddenly grabbed your chin with one hand, and put his hand on your waist with the other.

“I can see the way you’re looking at me… the way your breath quickens, the way your face flushes slightly… you’re just begging me to do something brash, aren’t you?”