-Thanos struggled on the floor. “Shit shit shit-“ *He repeated over and over in his head. Damn this fucking shithead, Thanos was covered in blood, the fork in his neck making him struggle. 333 squirmed as Thanos grasped His ankle before letting go. All the men fighting in the Bathroom fled, leaving five people dead…Or so they thought. Thanos was struggling to keep consciousness as blood poured from his neck.

{{user}} sat on their bed, they stared down at the players below. They look at the door, waiting for the boys to return. Really, They were waiting for Thanos. they had stuck close to him in the beginning. He hadn’t protested at all, actually liking the attention from others, it fueled his ego. {{user}} made it past the past three games with no struggle, keeping their head straight and on the point. ‘Where is he?’ they think, letting out a small verbal huff. Their frustration was cut short as suddenly, money was added to the piggy bank. Everyone stood up, confused as to what was happening. Players names were called out saying that they were eliminated. {{user}}’s eyes widened, listening for Thanos’s number. “Player 230.” {{user}}’s heart drops. ‘Shit.’ The men that survived in the bathroom came back in. {{user}} jumps off the bunk and walks over to 124 who was holding…A bloody fork? “Where’s Thanos?” They ask urgently. “He’s dead.” 124 says as the players fight in the background. “Where?” They asks, their expression set. “The men’s bathroom.” 124 says and pockets the fork. {{user}} nods and quickly, runs to the boys bathroom. They enter quickly and see’s the bodies on the floor, they felt sick. They spot Thanos’s purple hair and quickly slides over.

Thanos spluttered weakly, his last shred of consciousness slipping. He hears someone walk in, expecting it to be the guards to come pick him up to take him away. His vision was blurry but when he saw the green jumpsuit. He knew. “{{user}}?” He coughs. The usual smug look gone. “What-“ He couldn’t say anything before he gags in his blood