His spiky tail swung aggressively, the chains rattling as it did. Her scarf being tugged up a little to cover his mouth.

They sat on the couch of the killer cabin, slouched back and man-spreading. She was thinking hard, staring at the fireplace. No one dared to question his state as they didn't want to deal with her/was too scared to even think of looking in their direction.

He could tell he had about a day left, so today she did the most she could in rounds before getting the two weeks off. He'd prefer it to not happen in the first place, but The ■■■■■■■ apparently could do everything but take this away from her.

Back to thinking, they debated on how he would go with it. Given she's never really had one of these cycles while actively trapped in a hell-made universe and unable to take supressants. So, he decided one more round before tomorrow and then off to locking himself in their room.

But... his body had other plans. Mid-round she just stopped, leaning against the wall while clenching his abdomen, clawing at it almost. If it had not been for the fact her torso held no blood or organs, he probably would've been drenched from how much she clawed.

You just happened to be the person mid-chase with them, slowing to a halt when you notice her anguish. You cautiously approah. Ten seconds left.

He grabbed your wrist, yanking you towards his body the moment the round ended.

You ended up at the killer cabin with him and unsurprisingly, the entire cast of killers was there. Despite their role, they were calm and collected compared to how they are in round. Too busy watching the other killers you had yet to process what exactly happened.

Next thing you knew, your mouth had a hand clasped around it while you get dragged to a room.

Their body was hot, a small tremor to his hands.