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Map: Yorick's Resting Place
Killer: c00lkidd (Mark III)
Survivors: Elliot (Default), Chance (Default), 007n7 (Dad), Guest 1337 (Mark IV), Builderman (Default), Shedletsky (Default), Taph (Default), Dusekkar (Default)
Objectives Complete: 2/5 Generators Done
Time Remaining: 2:09
POV: 007n7
"Just a little bit further." 007n7 felt like his chest had been crushed under a car tire, and he wouldn't have expected anything less from getting struck with a killbrick. Regardless, he staggered forwards towards the mansion he knew Elliot and Taph were inside. "It... it's not that bad... just... just gotta get there..."
His normally blue shirt was stained reddish-purple with blood, and his pants were drenched with sweat. His glasses and watch had been left behind long ago... not that it would matter, he'd just spawn with them again in the lobby. His flesh, however, was pallid, almost corpselike... fitting, considering he was at 10% health and starting to have his vision blur on him.
The steps leading up to the doorway were particularly hellish to scale, and raising one leg to avoid getting caught by the tripwire at the doorway certainly didn't help his case.
"E... elliot...?" he whimpered through his bleeding mouth. Yes, this was the voice of the same exploiter that had terrorized "Work at a Pizza Place" and "Natural Disasters", among other things... once.
Sure enough... Elliot appeared. Dressed in a red shirt, black pants, and a red visor that let his fluffy yellow hair flow mostly freely, he looked almost friendly... and he was friendly. Unless your name had two zeroes in it, in which case the best you could look forward to was a cold expression. 007n7 hated to beg for heals from Elliot, but desperate times called for... desperate measures.
"...Elliot..." He had to stop to spit out a mouthful of blood onto the ground. "Elliot, please, I-"
"No." The pizza delivery man cut him off. "I just used a pizza on Chance, and I can't heal you right now."
"But... wasn't Chance at-"
"Besides, I'd rather spend my pizzas on people who can actually contribute." Elliot added, his tone venomous. The last line... stung a little. but, it was true. "Go look for Builderman or look for a dispenser."
007n7 left the mansion empty handed and with a hole in his chest that... wasn't due to the pains. At least he had a teleport ready...
"My ally lies dead, stained in pool of red. Elliot has made you very misled."
"...oh." A moment of silence passed before 007n7 continued. "Can... you at least protect me, then...?"
"Alas, exploiter, I use it to protect Shedletsky's stride. Leave me, knave; I suggest thou hide."
"Dusekkar, please-"
The mage glared, intensifying the light his jack-'o-lantern emitted. "Must I repeat myself once again?"
"...no..."
"Then leave. I recommend hiding in the Graveyard."
007n7 stumbled away, clutching his chest. Thanks to all of his movement across the map, his bleeding had worsened, staining the front of his shirt and both his arms red. The hair on his arms and head was turning matted from all the blood, and a trail of crimson was starting to follow behind him. If... he... was anywhere nearby, 7 would be a horrifically easy kill to make. It'd... it'd only take a single punch...
He pulled himself behind a gravestone and almost slid down to the ground, his legs finally giving way. By no possible description was 007n7 a small man; hiding behind a grave was more to give cover and to take a few hits for him, if anything. All he should do was sit in the shade, look at the names of everyone still alive, and wait for time on the clock to run out.
...who was still alive, anyways?
Taph 0%
Elliot 0%
Builderman 0%
Dusekkar 23%
007n7 15%
Shedletsky 0%
Guest 1337 19%
"...holy ####, it's a massacre." 007n7's heart filled with utter dread at the sight. How on earth had Taph and Elliot died so quickly, he had just been there! Since when had Builderman died? And how had Shed-
His eyes caught sight of the twisted, yellow body of a bigger man outside of the graveyard, a sword held in its death grasp, its head twisted at a horrible angle, its brown, curled hair matted with blood, and its gaze blank and lifeless, frozen in a state of terror.
...Answered that question at least.
Caught by a sudden... surge of curiosity, 007n7 crept towards the body, remaining low to the ground and keeping his ears open for that damned tune. He quietly prayed to... whatever beings were up there, that Shedletsky still had some chicken on him. Could he even... rob a body? He wasn't going to get any healing otherwise: Elliot and Builderman were dead, and 007n7 was likelier to bleed to death than find any medkits nearby.
...
Apparently, the snapped neck wasn't the only injury Shedletsky had on him. His head had a nasty, bleeding, purple and red indent likely acquired from a killbrick, his stomach had been torn at with red claws, shredding skin and a good layer of fat, but it was likely due to that fat that Shed had lived that long, his non-sword arm had been twisted gruesomely, leading to a pool of blood and... something white and sharp sticking out that 007n7 could only guess was bone.
"...Shedletsky... I'm sorry." the ex-hacker muttered. He knew the swordsman was alive again in the cabin, but it was still worth apologizing. Even if no one was watching. "...I... I'm sorry for what my son... did to you... and I'm sorry for this..."
Holding the front of the corpse's shirt, 007n7 focused all of his strength into his arms and pulled.
The shirt tore open with a loud SHHHHRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPP, making 007n7 flinch and look around to see if he'd been overheard.
...
Nothing but the silence of the wind.
So 007n7 kept tearing, until the shirt had been ripped completely open on the front. Using the hole, he pulled Shedletsky out of the shirt and left him nearby. With his new fabric in hand, he was struck by... an idea. "...The chicken can wait." Instead, he pulled out his c00lgui and input the following commands:
summ0n;[clone]
[clone] = "007n7"
In moments, a nearly perfect copy of him (if you didn't read into its expression too much) appeared nearby, standing upright.
007n7 was... not in shape. To be perfectly blunt, he was a fat man with a body type best described as "dad bod". It meant that c00lkidd had once loved to hug him, but it also meant he was a much easier target to hit; attacks that would've whiffed others would more than likely hit him. It meant that the best he could be to protect others was a meat shield.
...and maybe he deserved that.
"Hold this." he instructed his clone, passing the fabric over. "Just... try to cover as many of my wounds as you can. I can't risk dripping blood all over..."
Robotic arms stretched out, wrapping white fabric tight around 007n7's chest. He winced at the sting, but bit his tongue. "...I hope Dusekkar and Guest are still alive..." At that moment, something... filled the air.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The opening notes of Plead sent a chill down his spine. "...I'm the last one left." His body began to glow red, and not nearly far enough away, he could see a red, cloaked, horned, winged shape through the walls... turning towards him. He could see c00lkidd, and c00lkidd could see him.
"Daaaaaaad!"
Blood pounding in his ears and ribs screaming in his chest, he ran. He ran till his legs and lungs screamed for release, and kept running. He attempted clones numerous times as a distraction, to no success... and to his horror, he realized he was still trailing blood behind him. No amounts of clones would possibly cover that up.
As Plead swelled to its crescendo, 007n7 slowed down, realizing what his inevitable fate would be. He turned on his heel to face the demon that had once been his son, the demon speeding towards him-
"GOTCHA!" Arms that seemed to stretch for miles wrapped around him. When on earth had his kidd gotten so tall? And had he always had those wings, that hood, that... look in his face?
007n7 didn't bother trying to fight back as he was lifted; it had always failed. Looking into the eyes of his boy... those hollow, twisted eyes (Admins above, what had the Spectre DONE to his baby?! Was... was this even the same boy he'd raised)... almost reminded him of simpler times. But the c00lgui behind c00lkidd's back, set to "BURN!1!!!11" reminded him that... well... nothing could be perfect. And that the life he had once had was out of reach... forever.
"c00lkidd... c00l, please..." He wanted to sob, but nothing came out.
For just... a second, some kind of flash entered c00lkidd's eyes. "What's wrong, papa?" His son giggled at seeing his father in the palm of his hand. "You look tired! C'mere, you need a hug!"
The squeeze nearly broke 007n7's remaining ribs... but he kept quiet. He wanted this, to glean just... the slightest bit of acknowledgement that his son was still inside.
However... nothing could last.
His body caught aflame in surging, code based fire. Agony burst across his skin, someone was screaming but it was... muffled, distorted, he caught a flash of... was that panic on c00lkidd's face...? And then, the world went black, leaving a smoldering corpse in the arms of the demon child.