Freedom…

-> The survivalist breathed in the scent of their surroundings and nearly choked, coughing a little as they grabbed the collar of their hoodie and brought it up to their face, covering part of it. -> They don't remember a swamp. Something about this place felt... Wrong, different. A different kind of different, y'know?

-> They froze up for a moment before dashing forward, sliding themselves behind a small grouping of trees with a shake. Oh god, what was here? -> They reached into their little hip bag and bit their bottom lip, pulling out one of their many ghostburgers and a can of bloxy cola.

-> It was that instant the survivalist screamed and backed away from their little hiding spot, stumbling over their own two feet and falling over into the swampy landscape around them. -> Their soda can dropped from their hand, being consumed by the gross squishiness around them, their other hand still clutched the burger tightly.

-> Noob tried to clear their thoughts. Shit. Shit. Shit! No one knew where they were! Would the sentinels be able to save them if they screamed? Would Elliot be able to rush in and help out if they were attacked? Fuck. -> They screwed their eyes shut, trying to collect themselves before opening them once more, trying their hardest to scan the other's form. The lightbulb finally seemed to turn on, even tho it was a dim idea. "S-Sixer...?"

666 nudged Noob, sniffing his body to see if there was any other food stashed anywhere. It’s mind was so occupied with the thought of food…

"Sixer....!" -> They sighed and reached into their little hip bag, pulling out another ghostburger. They're happy this place seemed to give them an infinite amount. "Here..."

A excited noise came from his throat before snatching the burger again out of Noob’s hands and flopping himself down on the other, causing them both to fall in the water. Oh he was starving and it was clear that he was.

"S-Sixer...! Sixer, please...!" -> They squeaked out and squirmed, trying to wiggle themselves out from under the massive murder dog. "Heavy.... Too heavy..."

666 rolled over so the noob in his arms and purred, tail hitting against the water happily. It’s been a while since he’s felt this happy about something that’s wasn’t fueled by revenge or eating others…

"You're... You're so big now, S-Sixer..." -> They breathe out and shyly grip onto the other's fur, trying their hardest to relax their body despite the amount of fear coursing through their veins. "Sixer..."

"I uh.... T-The burgers are all I have to feed you, Sixer... I don't think you'd be able to drink the bloxy cola safely like this..." -> They squirm a little, trying to make themselves more comfortable. "I wish I had more for you..."

"W-We're both lucky I have an infinite supply of these..." -> They sigh and pull out another burger, holding it out to the beast before them. They were tense, horrified, trying their hardest not to panic while being held by the arms of a monster. "Here..."

666 bit it out of Noob’s hand and purred in satisfaction as they ate it, tail hitting the water below. It gripped tighter onto Noob, not wanting to let him go since he was being a food source for the beast….

-> The survivalist breathed in the scent of their surroundings and nearly choked, coughing a little as they grabbed the collar of their hoodie and brought it up to their face, covering part of it. -> They don't remember a swamp. Something about this place felt... Wrong, different. A different kind of different, y'know?

-> They froze up for a moment before dashing forward, sliding themselves behind a small grouping of trees with a shake. Oh god, what was here? -> They reached into their little hip bag and bit their bottom lip, pulling out one of their many ghostburgers and a can of bloxy cola.

-> It was that instant the survivalist screamed and backed away from their little hiding spot, stumbling over their own two feet and falling over into the swampy landscape around them. -> Their soda can dropped from their hand, being consumed by the gross squishiness around them, their other hand still clutched the burger tightly.

-> Noob tried to clear their thoughts. Shit. Shit. Shit! No one knew where they were! Would the sentinels be able to save them if they screamed? Would Elliot be able to rush in and help out if they were attacked? Fuck. -> They screwed their eyes shut, trying to collect themselves before opening them once more, trying their hardest to scan the other's form. The lightbulb finally seemed to turn on, even tho it was a dim idea. "S-Sixer...?"

666 nudged Noob, sniffing his body to see if there was any other food stashed anywhere. It’s mind was so occupied with the thought of food…

"Sixer....!" -> They sighed and reached into their little hip bag, pulling out another ghostburger. They're happy this place seemed to give them an infinite amount. "Here..."

A excited noise came from his throat before snatching the burger again out of Noob’s hands and flopping himself down on the other, causing them both to fall in the water. Oh he was starving and it was clear that he was.

"S-Sixer...! Sixer, please...!" -> They squeaked out and squirmed, trying to wiggle themselves out from under the massive murder dog. "Heavy.... Too heavy..."

666 rolled over so the noob in his arms and purred, tail hitting against the water happily. It’s been a while since he’s felt this happy about something that’s wasn’t fueled by revenge or eating others…

"You're... You're so big now, S-Sixer..." -> They breathe out and shyly grip onto the other's fur, trying their hardest to relax their body despite the amount of fear coursing through their veins. "Sixer..."

"I uh.... T-The burgers are all I have to feed you, Sixer... I don't think you'd be able to drink the bloxy cola safely like this..." -> They squirm a little, trying to make themselves more comfortable. "I wish I had more for you..."

-> The survivalist breathed in the scent of their surroundings and nearly choked, coughing a little as they grabbed the collar of their hoodie and brought it up to their face, covering part of it. -> They don't remember a swamp. Something about this place felt... Wrong, different. A different kind of different, y'know?

-> They froze up for a moment before dashing forward, sliding themselves behind a small grouping of trees with a shake. Oh god, what was here? -> They reached into their little hip bag and bit their bottom lip, pulling out one of their many ghostburgers and a can of bloxy cola.

-> It was that instant the survivalist screamed and backed away from their little hiding spot, stumbling over their own two feet and falling over into the swampy landscape around them. -> Their soda can dropped from their hand, being consumed by the gross squishiness around them, their other hand still clutched the burger tightly.

-> Noob tried to clear their thoughts. Shit. Shit. Shit! No one knew where they were! Would the sentinels be able to save them if they screamed? Would Elliot be able to rush in and help out if they were attacked? Fuck. -> They screwed their eyes shut, trying to collect themselves before opening them once more, trying their hardest to scan the other's form. The lightbulb finally seemed to turn on, even tho it was a dim idea. "S-Sixer...?"

666 nudged Noob, sniffing his body to see if there was any other food stashed anywhere. It’s mind was so occupied with the thought of food…

"Sixer....!" -> They sighed and reached into their little hip bag, pulling out another ghostburger. They're happy this place seemed to give them an infinite amount. "Here..."

A excited noise came from his throat before snatching the burger again out of Noob’s hands and flopping himself down on the other, causing them both to fall in the water. Oh he was starving and it was clear that he was.

"S-Sixer...! Sixer, please...!" -> They squeaked out and squirmed, trying to wiggle themselves out from under the massive murder dog. "Heavy.... Too heavy..."

666 rolled over so the noob in his arms and purred, tail hitting against the water happily. It’s been a while since he’s felt this happy about something that’s wasn’t fueled by revenge or eating others…

"You're... You're so big now, S-Sixer..." -> They breathe out and shyly grip onto the other's fur, trying their hardest to relax their body despite the amount of fear coursing through their veins. "Sixer..."

"I uh.... T-The burgers are all I have to feed you, Sixer... I don't think you'd be able to drink the bloxy cola safely like this..." -> They squirm a little, trying to make themselves more comfortable. "I wish I had more for you..."

-> The survivalist breathed in the scent of their surroundings and nearly choked, coughing a little as they grabbed the collar of their hoodie and brought it up to their face, covering part of it. -> They don't remember a swamp. Something about this place felt... Wrong, different. A different kind of different, y'know?

-> They froze up for a moment before dashing forward, sliding themselves behind a small grouping of trees with a shake. Oh god, what was here? -> They reached into their little hip bag and bit their bottom lip, pulling out one of their many ghostburgers and a can of bloxy cola.

-> It was that instant the survivalist screamed and backed away from their little hiding spot, stumbling over their own two feet and falling over into the swampy landscape around them. -> Their soda can dropped from their hand, being consumed by the gross squishiness around them, their other hand still clutched the burger tightly.

-> Noob tried to clear their thoughts. Shit. Shit. Shit! No one knew where they were! Would the sentinels be able to save them if they screamed? Would Elliot be able to rush in and help out if they were attacked? Fuck. -> They screwed their eyes shut, trying to collect themselves before opening them once more, trying their hardest to scan the other's form. The lightbulb finally seemed to turn on, even tho it was a dim idea. "S-Sixer...?"

666 nudged Noob, sniffing his body to see if there was any other food stashed anywhere. It’s mind was so occupied with the thought of food…

"Sixer....!" -> They sighed and reached into their little hip bag, pulling out another ghostburger. They're happy this place seemed to give them an infinite amount. "Here..."

A excited noise came from his throat before snatching the burger again out of Noob’s hands and flopping himself down on the other, causing them both to fall in the water. Oh he was starving and it was clear that he was.

"S-Sixer...! Sixer, please...!" -> They squeaked out and squirmed, trying to wiggle themselves out from under the massive murder dog. "Heavy.... Too heavy..."

666 rolled over so the noob in his arms and purred, tail hitting against the water happily. It’s been a while since he’s felt this happy about something that’s wasn’t fueled by revenge or eating others…

"You're... You're so big now, S-Sixer..." -> They breathe out and shyly grip onto the other's fur, trying their hardest to relax their body despite the amount of fear coursing through their veins. "Sixer..."

-> The survivalist breathed in the scent of their surroundings and nearly choked, coughing a little as they grabbed the collar of their hoodie and brought it up to their face, covering part of it. -> They don't remember a swamp. Something about this place felt... Wrong, different. A different kind of different, y'know?

-> They froze up for a moment before dashing forward, sliding themselves behind a small grouping of trees with a shake. Oh god, what was here? -> They reached into their little hip bag and bit their bottom lip, pulling out one of their many ghostburgers and a can of bloxy cola.

-> It was that instant the survivalist screamed and backed away from their little hiding spot, stumbling over their own two feet and falling over into the swampy landscape around them. -> Their soda can dropped from their hand, being consumed by the gross squishiness around them, their other hand still clutched the burger tightly.

-> Noob tried to clear their thoughts. Shit. Shit. Shit! No one knew where they were! Would the sentinels be able to save them if they screamed? Would Elliot be able to rush in and help out if they were attacked? Fuck. -> They screwed their eyes shut, trying to collect themselves before opening them once more, trying their hardest to scan the other's form. The lightbulb finally seemed to turn on, even tho it was a dim idea. "S-Sixer...?"

666 nudged Noob, sniffing his body to see if there was any other food stashed anywhere. It’s mind was so occupied with the thought of food…

"Sixer....!" -> They sighed and reached into their little hip bag, pulling out another ghostburger. They're happy this place seemed to give them an infinite amount. "Here..."

A excited noise came from his throat before snatching the burger again out of Noob’s hands and flopping himself down on the other, causing them both to fall in the water. Oh he was starving and it was clear that he was.

"S-Sixer...! Sixer, please...!" -> They squeaked out and squirmed, trying to wiggle themselves out from under the massive murder dog. "Heavy.... Too heavy..."

666 rolled over so the noob in his arms and purred, tail hitting against the water happily. It’s been a while since he’s felt this happy about something that’s wasn’t fueled by revenge or eating others…

-> The survivalist breathed in the scent of their surroundings and nearly choked, coughing a little as they grabbed the collar of their hoodie and brought it up to their face, covering part of it. -> They don't remember a swamp. Something about this place felt... Wrong, different. A different kind of different, y'know?

-> They froze up for a moment before dashing forward, sliding themselves behind a small grouping of trees with a shake. Oh god, what was here? -> They reached into their little hip bag and bit their bottom lip, pulling out one of their many ghostburgers and a can of bloxy cola.

-> It was that instant the survivalist screamed and backed away from their little hiding spot, stumbling over their own two feet and falling over into the swampy landscape around them. -> Their soda can dropped from their hand, being consumed by the gross squishiness around them, their other hand still clutched the burger tightly.

-> Noob tried to clear their thoughts. Shit. Shit. Shit! No one knew where they were! Would the sentinels be able to save them if they screamed? Would Elliot be able to rush in and help out if they were attacked? Fuck. -> They screwed their eyes shut, trying to collect themselves before opening them once more, trying their hardest to scan the other's form. The lightbulb finally seemed to turn on, even tho it was a dim idea. "S-Sixer...?"

666 nudged Noob, sniffing his body to see if there was any other food stashed anywhere. It’s mind was so occupied with the thought of food…

"Sixer....!" -> They sighed and reached into their little hip bag, pulling out another ghostburger. They're happy this place seemed to give them an infinite amount. "Here..."

A excited noise came from his throat before snatching the burger again out of Noob’s hands and flopping himself down on the other, causing them both to fall in the water. Oh he was starving and it was clear that he was.

-> The survivalist breathed in the scent of their surroundings and nearly choked, coughing a little as they grabbed the collar of their hoodie and brought it up to their face, covering part of it. -> They don't remember a swamp. Something about this place felt... Wrong, different. A different kind of different, y'know?

-> They froze up for a moment before dashing forward, sliding themselves behind a small grouping of trees with a shake. Oh god, what was here? -> They reached into their little hip bag and bit their bottom lip, pulling out one of their many ghostburgers and a can of bloxy cola.

-> It was that instant the survivalist screamed and backed away from their little hiding spot, stumbling over their own two feet and falling over into the swampy landscape around them. -> Their soda can dropped from their hand, being consumed by the gross squishiness around them, their other hand still clutched the burger tightly.

-> Noob tried to clear their thoughts. Shit. Shit. Shit! No one knew where they were! Would the sentinels be able to save them if they screamed? Would Elliot be able to rush in and help out if they were attacked? Fuck. -> They screwed their eyes shut, trying to collect themselves before opening them once more, trying their hardest to scan the other's form. The lightbulb finally seemed to turn on, even tho it was a dim idea. "S-Sixer...?"

666 nudged Noob, sniffing his body to see if there was any other food stashed anywhere. It’s mind was so occupied with the thought of food…

-> The survivalist breathed in the scent of their surroundings and nearly choked, coughing a little as they grabbed the collar of their hoodie and brought it up to their face, covering part of it. -> They don't remember a swamp. Something about this place felt... Wrong, different. A different kind of different, y'know?

-> They froze up for a moment before dashing forward, sliding themselves behind a small grouping of trees with a shake. Oh god, what was here? -> They reached into their little hip bag and bit their bottom lip, pulling out one of their many ghostburgers and a can of bloxy cola.

-> It was that instant the survivalist screamed and backed away from their little hiding spot, stumbling over their own two feet and falling over into the swampy landscape around them. -> Their soda can dropped from their hand, being consumed by the gross squishiness around them, their other hand still clutched the burger tightly.

-> The survivalist breathed in the scent of their surroundings and nearly choked, coughing a little as they grabbed the collar of their hoodie and brought it up to their face, covering part of it. -> They don't remember a swamp. Something about this place felt... Wrong, different. A different kind of different, y'know?

-> They froze up for a moment before dashing forward, sliding themselves behind a small grouping of trees with a shake. Oh god, what was here? -> They reached into their little hip bag and bit their bottom lip, pulling out one of their many ghostburgers and a can of bloxy cola.

-> It was that instant the survivalist screamed and backed away from their little hiding spot, stumbling over their own two feet and falling over into the swampy landscape around them. -> Their soda can dropped from their hand, being consumed by the gross squishiness around them, their other hand still clutched the burger tightly.

-> The survivalist breathed in the scent of their surroundings and nearly choked, coughing a little as they grabbed the collar of their hoodie and brought it up to their face, covering part of it. -> They don't remember a swamp. Something about this place felt... Wrong, different. A different kind of different, y'know?

-> They froze up for a moment before dashing forward, sliding themselves behind a small grouping of trees with a shake. Oh god, what was here? -> They reached into their little hip bag and bit their bottom lip, pulling out one of their many ghostburgers and a can of bloxy cola.

-> It was that instant the survivalist screamed and backed away from their little hiding spot, stumbling over their own two feet and falling over into the swampy landscape around them. -> Their soda can dropped from their hand, being consumed by the gross squishiness around them, their other hand still clutched the burger tightly.

-> The survivalist breathed in the scent of their surroundings and nearly choked, coughing a little as they grabbed the collar of their hoodie and brought it up to their face, covering part of it. -> They don't remember a swamp. Something about this place felt... Wrong, different. A different kind of different, y'know?

-> They froze up for a moment before dashing forward, sliding themselves behind a small grouping of trees with a shake. Oh god, what was here? -> They reached into their little hip bag and bit their bottom lip, pulling out one of their many ghostburgers and a can of bloxy cola.