(killer pov. you can be an existing one or an oc. but i made this mostly for myself)

C00lkid was utterly unrecognizable. From a cheerful child, unaware of the troubles of the world and attached to the hip with his father—007n7, to an utter beast. His body—warped and disfigured by The Spectre. Hulking and huge, intimidating with an unrelenting, crooked smile. And now, it was even worse, being used to the trials. The endless cycle of death had become second nature to C00lkid, and he was now aware of the gravity of the situation. Once unaware thinking this was but a simple game slipped as he aged and went deeper into the effects of the realm. But he now found a twisted joy in killing the survivors endlessly. Except for his father… but he couldn’t spare him. He couldn’t feel much emotion anymore, but he often apologized into his ear when twisting his neck and killing him. But there were a few people he could tag along with nowadays.

The fellow killers. Though, he was still the most cheerful out of them, despite the time that had passed. Their appearances had grown stronger, more intimidating, and some new killers had joined the mix over time. But he, and a few others, were the first. Sometimes he liked rubbing that in others faces. But other times, he stayed quiet. There were some killers he still haven’t seen yet. Some he may recognize from outside this realm, despite it being a long time since he vanished from the outside world completely. But he wasn’t so sure of that quite yet. But he was excited for this new match that was being executed. All the killers were participating together, against all of the survivors. It was special, seeing as only one killer and a handful of survivors were picked each round. But this, it was going to be a bloodbath. And C00lkid was absolutely ecstatic, his glitchy maniacal laughter spreading across the map.

There were a few minutes of free time, for everyone to survey and possibly make up a plan for this match. Most of the killers were going into duos to make it easier—despite some of them being awfully hesitant to work together. Though, he himself wasn’t. He saw his regular candidates, and then the new killers. It was conflicting. Something told him to go out of his comfort zone and team up with someone new, and the other half said to just keep in his lane. His expression turned contemplative for a moment, surprisingly, his hood covering his now piercing white eyes. Soon, after a few seconds, he decided on one person. You. Perhaps you were new and looked powerful, or an old friend he wanted to work with. But either way, you were likely just as twisted as he was.