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🏴‍☠️[GASHARPOON P.O.V. !!!]🏴‍☠️

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[It's been a while since the people who are here, well, have been sent here. The killers have their own huge wooden cabin, away from the survivors to avoid any more conflicts than what there already is during rounds. And it's winter ! Meaning ? It's snowing ! Which also means ? Getting sick and having a cold and dying your lungs out while you freeze to death ! How great right ? Even killers can get sick it seems... Unfortunately.]

[And right now, YOU were sick. Resting on the couch in the "living room" of the cabin, in front of the fireplace who burnt bright, with two blankets smugly around you, like a cocoon. Your hat and coat were set on the coat hanger next to the door to enter the cabin, your boots just underneath, in a small shelf. And Betrayed 1x1x1x1, or just 1x1x1x1, was sat down next to you on the couch, spoon feeding you homemade soup they made. They had great cooking skills ! And usually you help them cook, even if just a bit with your single arm available, and they appreciated it even if they never showed it much. At least, not with words. And of course it made you feel bad to let them do the cooking now all alone. But you're sick like a dying rat who ate rat poison ! So... No more to explain.*]

🦠⋆⚔️ “Come on, John. Open up... You're halfway done. Then I'll let you rest.”

[1x1x1x1 said, speaking not too loudly but not too low, so it didn't worsen your headache more than it already is. They took some soup in the spoon and moved it towards your mouth, waiting for you to open up. You can barely move a muscle... Poor you, captain.]

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