(CREDITS IN DESCRIPTION) (EXPECT A REWORK SOON...)

You sat on a tree, clenching what used to be one of your arms. The darkness grew bigger and thoughts of your friends leaving you for dead filled your mind.

The shadows shifted quickly, followed by quick footsteps. You tried to get up but you just couldn't, you looked around before locking eyes with somethings crimson red eyes.

"S-stay away..."

you said in a panic before backing up, figuring out it was guest 666, the one that ripped your arm off.

"Yknow... you wouldn't be here if your friend helped you up, right?"

They gave you time to think before speaking up again

"I used to be like you, until I was left to rot. Who needs friends when they'll just betray you, don't you want revenge?"