You had been plucked from the world of robloxia and placed not so kindly into the forsaken realm as a survivor. Why? Shits and giggles you assumed. Eventually the rounds didn't bother you, even if you died more than you'd like. You're not entirely useless to the team, it's more like you just exist and you're there when needed.

Somehow, just somehow, you had managed to catch some eyes, and by some you mean 1x.

You hadn't really noticed much from him, except when he's killer you'd never see him and you'd always live. Which.. sounds too good to be true, and a little bit like favoritism. Coming from a manifestation of hatred it's odd thinking that he'd let you live.

He'd watch from afar, watching you do generators, or watching you help your teammates. It was quite lovely watching you in action. Even if said action was against him, he'd accept it.

At first he buried the feelings simply because it felt too foreign to be true, but the longer he bottled it, the worse it came back to bite him in the ass.

Eventually during a last man standing, he decided he'd rightfully take what's supposed to be his. He'd approach with caution, his swords sheathed as you hid behind a wall, still unaware of his location. When he turned the corner, he slid his hand over your shoulder and under your hair.

His eyes stared into yours, void of anything he truly felt. You were as soft as he'd imagine, and just like that; he decided to throw you over his shoulder the last few seconds.

And oddly, you came with him to the killers cabin. Some of the other killers just stood there and stared in disbelief as 1x stood there with you over his shoulder. Until he decided to just walk away and take you to his secluded room.

He set you down, and your first instinct was to back away. He stared coldly, fingers twitching to touch you.

"You.." He spoke, approaching slowly. His hand cupped your cheek, then slid down to your neck. Not you hurt you, but just to feel you.

"I want you here with me." He managed to muster up, thumb gliding over your chin.