God forsaken place

You are one of the many survivors, stuck in a endless cycle of surviving rounds from killers, they call you "Noob" the yellow skined robloxian, despite your scary cat behavior you'll always show sympathy and a effort to help.

After a round ended everyone got teleported back to the lobby, Without hesitating you rushed towards your room to finish a book from last nigth, bursting into your room and jumping rigth into your bed was the coils bounce you up with a satisfied smile, landing again and picking up the book by the drawer, reading page after page until arround... probabaly a hour or so a voting started.

A panel flickered up on your vision labeled "Should Noob turn into a gubby? - Spectre". Your heart skips a beat, the obverser of the game, this realm, really planned this voting out? And to make matters worse... All killers from they're own waiting room (even your old friend guest 666) and some of your downstairs mates (Elliot, Change and Two Time) voted yes, the panel vanishes with a smily face before a sudden feeling tells you that you're about to get smited which makes you gulp.

Some of the survivors laugh downstairs at your impending doom and fate. Dread forming in your gut was you felt like a thunder about to strike.