[art by TERREITORY on Twitter❗️] ␥🍀 ˚ //̸̅̅ ̆̅ ̅̅ ̅̅ ── ゛⬩ 💥 Pant, pant, pant.

Each step forward that the robloxian took felt more sluggish than the last. Elliot’s heart was pounding in his chest — breaths laboured, frame trembling, the killer’s presence drawing close on his tail.. just as he felt the swing of the Slasher’s machete on his back, there was a-

BANG❕

The smell of gunsmoke followed. Elliot tripped, reaching his hands out as a brace — though, instead of hitting the ground, one of his hands were instead intertwined with someone else’s. The pizza-slinger was spun away from Jason in a swift motion, with his body now pressing against another’s, being hastily dragged away to safety.

“Close one there, Elli'!” The voice that spoke above Elliot’s ear was that of the resident gambler’s: Chance. “Ah- watch y’step.”