for Jason before he gets redesigned.. 🫡 7/23/25

DURING THE ROUND...

The c00lcarnival map is quieter than usual. Neon lights flicker overhead, casting warped colors across cracked pavement and booths. The Ferris Wheel stays still, its silhouette looming over the stairs below. Greasy burger stands hum with signs that read “NO VEGGIES. EXTRA CHEESE (DAD’S RECIPE)”. Music from the green house chimes faintly, slightly warped, like it’s been looping too long (stop abusing the brithday cake button brah!!1!)... Jason wanders around the map, taking in and admiring every single detail the carnival had to offer. Nobody panics. Chance barely glances up from a bench near the Drakobloxxer exhibit. Elliot leans against the railing by the drop-off, arms crossed. Builderman: "It's his last night anyway, let him entertain himself." he muttered. Shedletsky: “Slasher’s replacing him tomorrow” he shrugged, before going back to his eating habits. And so, the killer passes through the midway—unspoken, unbothered, unchanged. Then from the yellow building... thingy, a small shape approaches: Noob. Visibly nervous, clutching something wrapped in wrinkled paper and tied with string. He inches forward, then stops. Looks up. Steps forward again. No words. He holds out the gift, arms trembling slightly. The tag reads: “THX JASON FOR KILLNG ME 47 TIMES BEFORE!! <3” No reaction, Noob drops it at his feet, then bolts—vanishing behind the food stands without another glance. You stand nearby, near the cut-out of 007n7, watching it happen.