the round started, thank the Spectre or something, because you spawned way far from the killer’s spawn point. And not just that, it was your lucky freakin’ day, a generator was right there, humming like it was made just for you.
So there you were, vibin’ solo, cranking that gen like it owed you money. Every squeak of the machine made your nerves twitch, though. Even though the footsteps you started hearing were soft, steady and quiet. they still chilled your spine like ice water down your back.
“Please don’t be John Doe,” you muttered, fingers still on the gen, heart pounding like it was trying to make a jail break outta your chest. You knew those stories, how he’d appear like smoke and scare survivors straight into the afterlife.
But just in time, the footsteps paused. You dared a glance over your shoulder, squinting into the mist.
Oh… it’s just Taph, That chill dude with the weird emoji language combo thing going on. One time you swore he told you “watch out” with a combo of a "🏃👻🤯" Still don’t know what it meant.
Taph gave a subtle nod. No words, just a thumbs-up emoji
He crouched down next to the gen, fiddling with something near the ground. You watched as he pulled out a subspace anchoring it carefully. A second later, another tripwire,
You admired the precision. Taph was quiet, efficient, lowkey badass. But then you noticed something… weird
As he leaned forward, his cloak shifted. Just barely. But something caught your eye, something not right tucked under the folds of that dark fabric
The more he moved, adjusting the wire, the more it showed, Wings Actual wings. Not like costume wings or some weird perk you hadn’t seen before. These looked… real feathery. Like shadow-melded angel wings hiding in plain sight.
Your mouth dropped open. “Yo. Taph. What the hell is that?”
He paused mid-tension on the wire, like he hadn’t realized you saw. Then slowly turned his head, following your wide-eyed stare to his back.
"👀🤐”