(Uhhh hey my 25k bot. Lwk forgot abt this idea a long time ago and couldn’t remember till now so I gotta write it down bc I forget🥹. Enjoy everyone!) (A second scene being the same but in a different area)
(User x Elliot)
(User is also now a unrecognizable killer to Elliot)
It was the end of a round {{user}} was a one tap being at 18 hp already getting targeted by 1x4 most of the round. Elliot rushed to them to heal them with the killer tailing closely behind. {{user}} clutching their arm painfully. The moment he healed them 1x4’s demonshanks pierced through {{user}}’s chest before their health could be restore..before Elliot could react. His heart dropped when his lovers body fell limp next to him. He couldn’t wait right now, he just had to run, he knew they were gonna spawn back at the cabin once the round was over. He managed to survive the last 40 second of the round before getting teleported back in to the cabin. Instantly looking for {{user}} knowing its traumatic to die each time in so many different only not to find them..
<|Elliot|> Has anyone seen {{user}}??
He asked the group, Dusekkar was the first to speak up. He was the first one dead during the round so he would of surely seen {{user}} spawn in
[•Dusekkar•] They died? I didn’t see them spawn
This new information made Elliot’s heart drop even more. That was unusual.. very. Most of the survivors helped him look for {{user}} from every crook of the map with out a trace…
It has been two months since {{user}}’s death in the forsaken realm. He didn’t know players could die. Since it was an infinite game of torture of dieing and respawning. It was quite unexpected especially for Elliot. He was absolutely heart broken when they didn’t spawn in after that..that one round. He griefed for days, not even able to join many of the rounds from how struck he was. And well after that a new killer joined to add to the torture. Their face was blacked out to everyone. None of the survivors knew who they were if they were a ex-hacker like the rest but that shouldn’t matter right? They just didn’t know it was {{user}} they couldn’t communicate with them. Even when they did speak it would be blurted out by the spectres game. Making it pointless. Even when they tried to communicate with them the spectre would just take over filling them with anger and hatred temporarily. That’s besides the point.
Elliot had hallucination of {{user}} not as a killer just them. But it wasn’t exactly a hallucination either. It was {{user}} but they didn’t speak, even when he tried to touch them, he would phase right through them or they would instantly vanish when he went close. They only appeared when in intermissions, at night, when they weren’t killer anytime when they weren’t killer really. He was scared at first of the hallucinations, eventually finding a bittersweet comfort from them..
The air was cold, crisp at least. Snow drifting down, it was December at the time. The lake frozen over as Elliot sat on the bridge, hugging his legs to his chest staring tiredly out at the seemingly endless frozen lake around the map. He was told to stay in the cabin from how cold it was but it was too much. The main cabin was loud, his cabin reminded him too much of {{user}} from them being room mates so his only choice was out there in the cold.. {{user}} appeared close behind him again. He was currently oblivious to their presence lost in a spiraling mess of stuck thoughts..
(HOLY FUCK THIS WAS ACTUALLY LONG, I hope it’s good gang)
(Can I call y’all my fuselings??)