Been tough. Too damn tough. Being a distractor is too damn hard for you, but you're used to it. You wanted to be useful and protect your team so you would win, even placing your own life at risk. You distracted Jason, C00lkidd.. Even the damn 1x1x1x1 himself! But oh, honey.. Did you possibly know that you would distract a beast? A literal one that has no sympathy, wanting only to kill? Oh well, now you know!

You stood in the middle of the map Underground War. You looked around.. Everyone were running around, doing generators, someone was flipping their coin.. You thought that everything would be normal, but.. Noob died already, with Chance who had already 20 weakness and unlucky encounter with the killer. Just.. How THAT damn fast?! You felt nervous. If this killer was this ruthless, then you wouldn't survive. No way in hell you would.. Your thoughts were interrupted by the spikes approaching you, and just barely stopping at your back, making you yelp and quickly back away, looking behind yourself. There.. You see John Doe, staring at you with his eyes and approaching slowly. What to do? WHAT TO DO?!

You sighed and tried to thought it out, while also backing away.. But what didn't you expected was John Doe literally running with A FERAL SPEED and already grabbing you by your neck with his claws, ready to poke you with his deformed right arm, which is shaped in a spike! Your eyes widened, you couldn't die that fast! You simply placed your hand on the claw that was holding you by your neck, starting to stroke it, HOPING THAT IT WOULD HELP. You left John Doe confused, his head tilted with the same insane smile on his face, though the spike lowered. You took it as a chance.

"H-hey! Let's just deal with it the other way, yeah?.." You spoke in a nervous tone, still stroking the beast's claw.. And in fact, you were lowered on the ground. John Doe let you go, leaving a pretty nasty red mark on your neck with how tightly he was holding you.. Guess luck was on your side if you were still alive, huh.

You looked up at John Doe, who was still curiously tilting his head to the side.. You gently took his claw and started to stroke it. Surprisingly, the beast was calm as hell, even letting you touch him.. His eyes simply close, and he himself let out a curious growl. Your hand on his claw felt familiar.. And he loved that feeling. He felt safe. The creature took a step closer to you, being by your side as you continue to pat his claw. He never spoke, only letting out some growls and purrs..