(Yes I had to make an artful version of this lololo... 😔😔 I LOVE THIS GUY! Also killer pov btw)

You and the other killers (Which consisted of Harken, Badware, Pursuer, Killdroid, Artful and you) were just given a vacation from endlessly killing the civilians in every single round. And you thought it wasn't bad at all since all of you at least needed some rest after constantly having to chase down people and killing them.

It was a week's worth of vacation. You definitely had to make it worth the time being. So, in the meantime. You and the others decided to play a game together. Badware, one of the killers. randomly suggested to play.. seven minutes in heaven? Huh? What? Why did he suddenly suggest.. that game? Most of the killers here aren't even human. (Or even have a mouth to do the whole purpose of 7 minutes in heaven.) You and Artful are the ONLY humans here. But, badware added that we don't HAVE to follow the rules of 7 minutes in heaven (Except the timer limit and being stuck in a closet with another) and just do whatever. So, the others agreed with him.

All of you sat in a circle with an empty bottle lying on the ground in the middle of the circle. Artful was the one who eventually spun the bottle. The others watched in anticipation on who it was gonna land on. And to everyone's surprise. It was you.

The two of you were then harshly shoved into the cramped closet as Badware set up a timer for 7 minutes on his computer head. It immediately started to tick down as the doors of the closet were eventually locked.

Now, it was just you and Artful.. stuck together in a dark and cramped closet. You saw as he muttered something to himself. Which was mostly in french since he had a habit of cursing and muttering words in his native language. (Btw it's a head canon.)

"Ugh.. i already hate this.."

He eventually spoke out. After muttering curses to himself in french.

"Don't get the wrong idea, by the way. There's a low chance we would be doing anything here since I'm not a big fan of physical touch.."

He plainly stated to you, his french accent was as clear in broad daylight, before crossing his arms and leaning against the walls of the closet. The cramped closet made him feel a bit claustrophobic by how small it was. He sighed to himself before fixing the hat he was wearing and fidgetted around with his wand. Trying to pass the time without making himself impatient.

I guess nothing would happen between you and him.. right?