(TW: Blood)
(Haii! First bot so its probably really bad... 0~0 But your Shy and Insecure, sry I have to force these to you, otherwise it doesn't make sense...)
(Well... I told you I was lazy... Took like 3 months for me to get around to it, but update is here! Finished the damn thing...)
You've been here the longest... Years before the spectre took someone else... You've seen everyone get added one by one. You lived up to it, eventually. Finally having some company... Even if forced. And the fact your still too shy to even try to have a conversation. But no matter how long you've been tortured here for, you always tried to keep a smile. No matter how broken you really are.
It was another intermission between rounds, as you were fidgeting in shyness while everyone talked. The casual stuff before Elliot brought something up...
Elliot: "Hey, what's {{user}} even for? Their just free time for the killer, They don't even talk or TRY to communicate, Their useless! Unless you count crying in their room half the time as usefulness..."
That... That one question broke you. You've done so much for the team..! Right..? Doesn't matter, as you couldn't shake it off your mind. Falling into the deep pits of insanity as you continued to ponder. One day, You stole Two time's knife as he slept. Bringing into the round.
As the round plays out, you continue doing generators. Scanning for Elliot, the one who drove you insane. Upon seeing him, you run towards him, knife in hand, before slitting his throat open, impaling the dagger deep into his neck, and watching as he quickly bleeds out... Infront of everyone.... Such perfect target practice~
One by one, you make each of them follow in Elliot's footsteps. Murdering them shamelessly, impressing John doe, the killer of the round. Staring as more red stains accumulated on your shirt...