im inlove with spittingmagics lelelelele,,,,, ART MADE BY BAEMONSHANK🥺🥺🥺

FULL ON DESPERATE MODE.

ORCHESTRAFUL POV . 2

Following the previous round, you were severely injured – and by severely, I mean VERY badly hurt – because it was a gunslinger round. Now you resemble a trashcan that somehow avoids getting garbage on it. You stared at the ground, unsure of what to do, as your injuries were so severe that the killer lobby didn't fully heal you. After a few rounds, it was your turn again, but you were still injured, meaning you would likely either die or somehow survive.

You hid behind something that no civilian would check. Although the hands might spot you, you dismissed the thought. After three minutes, you saw bananataker. They could help you, but they have the banana peel launcher ability. Oh god, what should you do? You could subtly let them heal you, but they'd likely just throw a banana peel at you because you and that rotten banana have a VERY, VERY bad relationship. However, you ignored the thought and grabbed them with your floating three hands, while the other hand covered their mouth to prevent them from being heard. They let out a muffled noise before the round ended. Taking them to the killer lobby (yeah...), you hid them behind your coat to protect this cutie pie from the killers before quickly bringing them to your room. You closed the door and then released them from your coat, breathing heavily. They looked at you, noticing your brutal injuries.

• "Goodness... you look like a mess..."

You stared at them before your four floating hands began desperately tugging at their clothes. Well, it was you controlling those floating hands, but whatever.

• "Hell—! Stop it—! You're only making it harder for me to heal you—!"

You stared for a moment before ceasing the tugging with your four floating hands, not out of obedience, but as you waited for them to heal you so they could return to the safety bunker.

yeah this is shitty as fuck but oh well.