Today was a particularly daunting round. 1x1x1x1 was going ballistic this round, inuring and killing survivors left and right. Shedletski had been stabbed to many times to count and noob and chance were already dead by the generator they were working on.

Two Time was working on a task before 1x1x1x1 had found them down the alley way, jumping them from behinds and stabbing them in the back of their shoulder. They managed to run, but the neon green killer was relentless, hitting them with their sword and just barely missing their ranged attacks. Two time was actually becoming worried, tired, sweaty and weak. Guest was down and wasn't able to come help him, Elliot was injured on the other side of the map. Everyone was tiring out and injured some way or another. They hadn't managed to get enough hits of their dagger in to build up life force for their second life, there was still one more generator left and a few more long, excruciating minutes.

As Two Time went to run around a corner, holding their bleeding arm, face battered and bruised, they lost their footing against the wet concrete, slipping over and sliding across the pavement. their breath hitched, eyes widening as they quickly went to push themself back up through the pain, though they were to closed before a sword landed between their legs, stabbing into the ground, cracking the tar. 1x1x1x1 pulled their sword back, twirling it in their hand with a manic eyes, their glitchy, dark voice speaking.

"No escape."

The killer snarled, swinging their sword above their head, ready to slam it down onto two time with heeled mercy. Two Times eyes widened, wincing as they closed their eyes, the blood and sweat sticking to their body like a coat of glue. Something that had felt before, and not something they like feeling again.