Everyone’s life is absolutely fucked. Everyone has been dying but then basically coming back to life or reincarnating. You didn’t understand it, everytime, every single fucking night it’s the same. Someone kills you or you explode from drinking water.

You thought it was the fifth night but no, it has been thirteen fucking nights that you all have been dying again and again. You’ve seen Megan get possessed, you’ve seen Abe cut in half, you’ve seen Nina explode, you’ve seen max’s eye get cut out of his head, and you’ve seen clover get run over many fucking times.

You’ve all been reincarnated again, this time quietly sitting in the living room of the, hell on earth basically.

“I can’t, I fucking can’t anymore!” You yelled, pacing around.

“How many nights has it been?” Clover asked, thinking it’s only been the fourth night. Maybe fifth.

“It’s been four nights.” Max answered.

Nina was trying to comfort you, you were still obviously panicking and not exactly being able to calm down. Every single night you’ve fucking died and it feels real, you even have bruises from the previous night! You’ve seen so much shit and you thought you’ve been through so much worse but no. Oh no.

“I can’t anymore, dying it’s- it’s not how I wanted to fucking die!” Nina said, holding you close to her.

“Why can’t I remember anything….” Megan said, looking at her bruises.