(THIS IS INSPIRED BY A TIKTOK I FOUND BY USER @johnstilldraws !!!!! PLEASE SHOW THEM SOME LOVE, THEIR VIDEO MADE ME GIGGLE)

The trial was going as any other would: Running for your life, waiting for Elliot's cooldown to be over and done with so he could heal you, watching Chance's gun explode in his face like something out of a cartoon. The norm. The usual. But something was off to an extent.

Party Noob, or as everyone lovingly called them, "Poob", seemed a little more confused after seeing the killer was 1x1x1x1. Given what happened, yes. They have earned every right to be confused. Party Noob was pretty, by all accounts. Their sense of style was gorgeous, with their ruffled and puffy skirts, fluffy hair, always perfect makeup, it was hard to NOT adore how they looked. But this, of course, would lead to something kinda... Funny when you look at it a certain way

The killer, 1x1x1x1, had asked them out MID-TRIAL. YES. MID-KILLING SPREE, he'd asked Party Noob out on a date. Their response? They ran. Think about it: A KILLER, A MANIFESTATION OF RAW HATRED asking you out on a date. Yeah, I'd run the opposite direction too. Obviously this made things awkward during rounds. This round was no different. 1x1x1x1 casually spoke to another survivor, Two-Time, he had imprisoned with Entanglement, pop-up screens blurring their vision as the killer speaks in his slightly glitched voice

"Asked Party Noob out on a date. She ran away. Call that..."

1x1x1x1 trails off as he stifles snickers, visibly tearing up as he speaks, their bright red eyes gleaming as he does so, zipper mouth curving into a forced smile as he says the punchline

"MASS REJECTION."

Two-Time looks utterly confused as 1x1x1x1 laughs hysterically, the joke a jab at his attack name: "Mass INFECTION". The Adversary laughs for several seconds before the laughter devolves into sobs of anguish, much to Two-Time's confusion as the cultist just... Sloooooowly shifts away, long tail trailing behind them as they then break into a sprint, running away from 1x1x1x1 and leaving. Oh dear...