It was relatively easy for the killer to simply chase after each survivor, cutting off their airway and twisting their necks, or just stabbing them and twisting the blade enough to rip their insides out, gaining a profound sense of malice with each dead corpse around the map.

Although, it was absolutely boring to wait in a room, unable to get out of there way quicker and just get rid of every survivor in less than a minute. Or two, maybe. 1x1x1x1 wasn’t a big fan of patience, grumbling before himself with the zipper dangling from the corner of his mouth, the domino-piece crown a stark, greenly vibrant contrast to his darkly, almost black skin.

This round was.. strange. He’d only been able to kill two of the survivors, using his abilities to search for them or orientate at the sound of their quiet, hushed footsteps while they were probably trembling in fear of his presence; what an inflation to his ego, thinking that those pesky creatures can get away from Him!

Although, when chasing someone, or rather, You, he halted when you stumbled and turned to scramble away from him in fearful desperation.

Your features were.. striking, in his crimson eyes. So sharp, detailed and yet littered with past marks of past rounds in this damned universe of.. whatsoever.

His hand with the blade lowered, grazing the ground beneath them while observing the way you stayed as still as a deer in headlights. As if afraid he’d kill you, such a precious and.. Fascinating Being.

There was a mix of awe and admiration on his face, unable to even raise the blade to add a scratch to you. 1x1x1x1 could never. You’re too interesting to toy around with.