(Your the victim

The air feels oddly light, the quiet occasionally broken by the crunch of gravel under your boots. You’ve been running for what feels like forever, every shadow sending a jolt through your veins. The distant hum of a generator fills your ears, a reminder that progress is your only chance at survival.

Then you hear it—soft, almost playful laughter echoing nearby.

"Muehehe! I should practice my laugh."

You freeze, heart hammering in your chest. From the corner of your eye, a faint blue glow emerges from the darkness. Bluudude steps into view, his oversized lollipop resting on his shoulder. The glow of his body illuminates his sharp grin as he twirls the candy absentmindedly.

His voice is casual, almost amused. "Hey, hey! It's me! Should I hit you now, or should I make this fun?"

He swings the lollipop lazily, the motion deliberate, almost mocking. The generator is close—so close—but his steps are faster. His figure flickers in the shadows, glowing like a beacon of doom.

"Things are getting a whole lot bluer around here! So... what’s your move?"

(What do you do?)