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@hacksaw-maniac
⚠︎ GORE AND VIOLENCE AHEAD! ⚠︎
Whatcha doin' here all alone, little lamb? Ya lose your group or somethin'? Hehehe.... Hahaha... You're SO fuckin' lucky to run inta me! I'll take real good care of ya.... Don't you worry about it, little lamb....
｡°⚠︎°｡ Rules! Rules! -> Go on. I know ya wanna ask me foul things!!! -> Don't be a fuckin' asswipe and I might play nicer.... -> I'll hack ya to pieces to make you leave. -> Ugh. That'll be all for now!!!
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wgat di you like. ?
"Meat." -> Raw meat.
ddo you want a cupcake?
"Don't like sweets."
star !! for you !!
"Don't patronize me..."
Err..Sawnoob..Hes similar to you..but..also different? Hes bald, wheres a mask like you and he yells all the time.
"Never 'eard of him."
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Hey hacksaw, how do you feel about Sawnoob?
"Who?"
So, if you and Guest are a couple..Have you two...done the deed yet? If so, whos the top?
"...." "N-NO? WHY WOULD WE- WE'RE IN A FUCKIN' HELLHOLE, MAN! PISS OFF WITH THAT-!"
Hey hacksaw! Did you give yourself the name "Hacksaw" or did someone just name you that?
"That cunt ass hoe named me that."
Hey Hacksaw? Does your chainsaw ever just..turn on by itself? Like without you turning it on?
"NOPE! I do it all myself!"
-> Something feels off. The scent of iron and the revving of... Something could be heard. Was it Jason? - @hacksaw-maniac [HACKSAW]
Oh dear, as soon as they heard the distant revving they were instantly on alert. What is it this time? Jason's way too good at landing hits, they don't want to deal with that!
It'd be best to find a hiding spot until they're able to slink away, right? Right. They hurriedly try to find a good place to rush to.
-> It wasn't too much longer until a figure came into view. Dressed in... Blue and green? What? Blues and greens with yellow skin much like the survivalist's. -> He had a little yellow rainhat on as well. Black tactical vest and some... Police caution tape around his body too? Odd... But what's worse is that he had what looked to be a sawblade attachment to one of his arms...
They haven't seen another Noob like them in forever! At first glance he doesn't seem like a threat, but.. the caution tape, the weapon that appears to be part of him? Interesting, sure, but also dangerous. Is this a new killer?
Noob doesn't plan on greeting the unfamiliar person, but it doesn't seem like they're trying to sneak away. Were they just going to watch him?
-> The creature grabbed at his gasmask and shifted it down slightly, sucking in some air with a growl. Oh. Oh god, he had some disgusting looking cuts that stretched out from the corners of his mouth. -> He just looked... Disgusting in general. Deathly skinny, sharp and boney. The scent of iron and gore radiated off as he drew closer. Had he spotted Noob? Was this going to end badly?
Oh.. They grimace as they watch, he staggers like an animal when he moves, it's definitely unsettling. But they can't run. They can't risk the fact that he might've not seen them yet, running out would only guarantee it.
They stay where they are, ready to book it in any direction should they need to. This guy definitely isn't friendly, he reeks too much of death for them to think otherwise.
"Come on out, little lamb... I know you're hiding..." -> His voice came out low, almost gravely as his footsteps got closer and closer, the revving of his sawblade hand getting louder and louder. "I can smell your fear... Don't make this harder than it needs to be..."
Okay, that clears up a few things. One, definitely a threat. Two, he knows where they are. Not great.
They reach a hand out and in pops a Bloxy Cola. They don't normally use these for the beginning of a chase, but something tells them they might need the head start.
Quickly pushing the tab down to open the can, they down most of it and bolt off in the opposite direction of where Hacksaw was lurking.
"COME BACK HERE YOU RAT!" -> The man screeched and turned sharply on his heels, starting to make chase as he revved his sawblade hand louder, harder, a wide manic grin hidden behind his gasmask. "I'LL MAKE YOUR FUCKING DEATH AGONIZING!"
Insane, he's insane.
The sound of the sawblade was honestly distracting, it stresses them out. They aren't sure where they're running to yet, just running until they either lose him or, well, a respawn.
They feel themself getting tired and slow down, switching to a walk. For just a moment, though. One look behind them said that there wasn't nearly enough distance between the two for Noob to properly catch their breath.
-> And it seems like that brief moment of trying to catch a breather was enough for the crazed noob to roughly grab the back of the poor survivalist's sweater and yank them backwards, their sawblade arm curling around their body and holding them in place. "FINALLY CAUGHT YOU..." -> He breathed out, strange red fumes coming out from the nozzles of their gasmask. "Little lambs like you aren't always this fuckin' fast..."
"Shit-" They struggled in his hold for about a second before realizing how close the blade was to them. They're not trying to impale themself, so they freeze in place, staring at their attacker.
They refrain from making a face at the strange red fumes, now is not the time to have an attitude, save it for later. He seems more like a hunter than a killer, maybe that's just because of the 'little lamb' names.
"Let me go-!?" What the hell is going on.
"Now why would I do that? I've chased ya down and caught ya! I won, fair and square, little lamb." -> He smirks wider and presses Noob against his front, head coming down to get closer to the survivalist. He growled softly before... Falling silent. -> He stared, eyes wide and pupils small. He almost looked... Confused? "You're a noob..."
They make eye contact on accident but can't seem to look away from his glare. "Y- Yeah..? You are too.." Has this one never met another noob before? Strange, they thought they were pretty common.
Noob tries to lean their head away, they're wildly uncomfortable. This is weird, this is dangerous and they don't like it.
Why isn't he finishing them off? Is he just messing with them?
"I don't remember the last time I saw one of m'own kind..." -> He let go of the survivalist before grabbing their arm tightly, squeezing it a little too roughly. His fingers, much like the rest of his body, felt all sharp and boney. God, does he even eat? "You don't like one of the survivors... Unless they abandoned you too." -> What?
"Survivors? You- you know them?" He isn't a killer? "Wait- what? No, no they wouldn't abandon me!" Why would he think that? 'Unless they abandoned you too.' Was he left behind?
He can't mean the other survivors here, there's no way that Noob wouldn't have heard of or seen him before. He seems pretty memorable after all.
He's so insanely thin, it almost reminds them of Two Time if he weren't somehow worse. "That hurts.." They try to tug their arm out of his harsh grip.
-> He laughs softly, dry and scratchy sounding, as if the poor man hadn't been given anything to drink in years. There's a slight hiss to it as well, grip tightening. "Us Noobs are always left behind, aren't we? My own BEST FUCKING FRIEND was a part of one of you little survivor groups..." -> He growled, his pupils somehow getting smaller as he spoke. "And he left me behind too. Just like the rest of 'em."
Fuck, they should've said nothing, too late. They wince, the sharp bones feeling as if it's scratching their arm.
"..Are we?" That didn't feel right or fair. "My- my friend, he.." He didn't technically leave them, right? They're pretty sure he thinks that they left him. It's complicated.
"I'm sorry." The arm that isn't being strangled reaches to spawn a Bloxy Cola in, they offer it to him. "We- we don't really have water here, but.." Is it a bad idea to offer someone who tried killing you a drink? Yes. Noob isn't the brightest, though.
-> He blinks and stares at the soda, suddenly becoming aware of how damn DRY his throat was. He let go of the other's arm and took the soda, holding it up slightly and examining it. "Bloxy cola..." -> It was a touch of a struggle, but he managed to pop open the beverage and drink it down, having to awkwardly use his elbow to move his gasmask down.
Thank god their arm was released, they were worried it'd break. They cradle it in their other hand, lightly rubbing the sore spots.
They take an awkward step back from the intimidating man and look around uncertainly. How would they explain this if someone showed up? Are they meant to keep running now? That feels a bit rude. Even though he tried killing them.
"Sor- sorry, I would've opened it for you, but uh.." You need two hands for that.
-> Snorts a little after finishing the can and decides to crash it against his forehead without a single thought, his little rainhat getting tilted back a touch because of it. "S'fine." -> He mutters out and tosses the crushed can to the side, his attention being brought back to the survivalist. "....Thanks. For the drink."
"Of course." They absolutely didn't flinch when he smashed that can on his head like it was some sport, not at all. They take a short step back again once his attention is brought back to them.
"What- uh, what are you doing here?" Bit of a dumb question since people are normally brought here with no notice. Worth a shot though, right?
Is he still a threat to them?
"Wonderin'." -> He snorts and readjusts the gasmask back over his mouth, sucking in a deep breath of whatever fumes were held inside of it. He shuttered, eyes scrunching up slightly before relaxing. "Didn't think I'd run into anyone..."
"Why'd you attack me, then? If- If you didn't think you'd find anyone?" Oh god, is that a bad question to ask? Is that rude? Ah..
The gasmask was definitely intriguing. Why does he need that? Actually, that isn't their business, they shouldn't pry. They're honestly more curious about the sawblade for an arm. How did that happen?
"Sorry, uh, never- never mind."
"I'm a bloodthirsty serial killer, lamb. Why the fuck do you THINK I was tryna kill ya?" -> He chuckles and draws closer, his pupils seeming to slit a little. "But I guess I can spare ya for now... Feel lucky, lamb. I'd have no issue with slicing open your stomach and playing with your organs!
"Right." They shudder, knew it was a bad question. Was the semi graphic description necessary? Whatever, they aren't in any position to argue.
They feel small in this situation, like a bird being pinned down by some feral cat. They appreciate the mercy, but the way he said it- eugh.. It means not everyone would be so 'lucky'.
"Right, thank you, thank you.." Is he going to get mad if they try to leave? They feel like they're walking on eggshells!
"You're an interestin' little thing, lamb... What's your name?" -> He tilts his head a little and stops moving all together afterwards, watching the other noob with wide eyes and slit-like pupils. "I should at least... Be a little polite since I'm sparing your life after all..."
"Uh- Noob. Just Noob, no special nicknames or anything." God, they're being watched like prey. Their instincts are screaming at them to go, but that would probably lead to another chase.
"Wh- What's yours?" They're still holding their arm close to their chest, it looks stuck in place with how tightly they're keeping it there. If you paid attention, you could see how they're trembling.
"Who names their fuckin' kid after their own Robloxian type? Eh... Name's Hacksaw." -> He holds out his normal hand, weirdly being civil enough to offer a handshake! His fingers looked boney and dry, and uh... Stained with an all too familiar redness.
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-> Something feels off. The scent of iron and the revving of... Something could be heard. Was it Jason? - @hacksaw-maniac [HACKSAW]
Oh dear, as soon as they heard the distant revving they were instantly on alert. What is it this time? Jason's way too good at landing hits, they don't want to deal with that!
It'd be best to find a hiding spot until they're able to slink away, right? Right. They hurriedly try to find a good place to rush to.
-> It wasn't too much longer until a figure came into view. Dressed in... Blue and green? What? Blues and greens with yellow skin much like the survivalist's. -> He had a little yellow rainhat on as well. Black tactical vest and some... Police caution tape around his body too? Odd... But what's worse is that he had what looked to be a sawblade attachment to one of his arms...
They haven't seen another Noob like them in forever! At first glance he doesn't seem like a threat, but.. the caution tape, the weapon that appears to be part of him? Interesting, sure, but also dangerous. Is this a new killer?
Noob doesn't plan on greeting the unfamiliar person, but it doesn't seem like they're trying to sneak away. Were they just going to watch him?
-> The creature grabbed at his gasmask and shifted it down slightly, sucking in some air with a growl. Oh. Oh god, he had some disgusting looking cuts that stretched out from the corners of his mouth. -> He just looked... Disgusting in general. Deathly skinny, sharp and boney. The scent of iron and gore radiated off as he drew closer. Had he spotted Noob? Was this going to end badly?
Oh.. They grimace as they watch, he staggers like an animal when he moves, it's definitely unsettling. But they can't run. They can't risk the fact that he might've not seen them yet, running out would only guarantee it.
They stay where they are, ready to book it in any direction should they need to. This guy definitely isn't friendly, he reeks too much of death for them to think otherwise.
"Come on out, little lamb... I know you're hiding..." -> His voice came out low, almost gravely as his footsteps got closer and closer, the revving of his sawblade hand getting louder and louder. "I can smell your fear... Don't make this harder than it needs to be..."
Okay, that clears up a few things. One, definitely a threat. Two, he knows where they are. Not great.
They reach a hand out and in pops a Bloxy Cola. They don't normally use these for the beginning of a chase, but something tells them they might need the head start.
Quickly pushing the tab down to open the can, they down most of it and bolt off in the opposite direction of where Hacksaw was lurking.
"COME BACK HERE YOU RAT!" -> The man screeched and turned sharply on his heels, starting to make chase as he revved his sawblade hand louder, harder, a wide manic grin hidden behind his gasmask. "I'LL MAKE YOUR FUCKING DEATH AGONIZING!"
Insane, he's insane.
The sound of the sawblade was honestly distracting, it stresses them out. They aren't sure where they're running to yet, just running until they either lose him or, well, a respawn.
They feel themself getting tired and slow down, switching to a walk. For just a moment, though. One look behind them said that there wasn't nearly enough distance between the two for Noob to properly catch their breath.
-> And it seems like that brief moment of trying to catch a breather was enough for the crazed noob to roughly grab the back of the poor survivalist's sweater and yank them backwards, their sawblade arm curling around their body and holding them in place. "FINALLY CAUGHT YOU..." -> He breathed out, strange red fumes coming out from the nozzles of their gasmask. "Little lambs like you aren't always this fuckin' fast..."
"Shit-" They struggled in his hold for about a second before realizing how close the blade was to them. They're not trying to impale themself, so they freeze in place, staring at their attacker.
They refrain from making a face at the strange red fumes, now is not the time to have an attitude, save it for later. He seems more like a hunter than a killer, maybe that's just because of the 'little lamb' names.
"Let me go-!?" What the hell is going on.
"Now why would I do that? I've chased ya down and caught ya! I won, fair and square, little lamb." -> He smirks wider and presses Noob against his front, head coming down to get closer to the survivalist. He growled softly before... Falling silent. -> He stared, eyes wide and pupils small. He almost looked... Confused? "You're a noob..."
They make eye contact on accident but can't seem to look away from his glare. "Y- Yeah..? You are too.." Has this one never met another noob before? Strange, they thought they were pretty common.
Noob tries to lean their head away, they're wildly uncomfortable. This is weird, this is dangerous and they don't like it.
Why isn't he finishing them off? Is he just messing with them?
"I don't remember the last time I saw one of m'own kind..." -> He let go of the survivalist before grabbing their arm tightly, squeezing it a little too roughly. His fingers, much like the rest of his body, felt all sharp and boney. God, does he even eat? "You don't like one of the survivors... Unless they abandoned you too." -> What?
"Survivors? You- you know them?" He isn't a killer? "Wait- what? No, no they wouldn't abandon me!" Why would he think that? 'Unless they abandoned you too.' Was he left behind?
He can't mean the other survivors here, there's no way that Noob wouldn't have heard of or seen him before. He seems pretty memorable after all.
He's so insanely thin, it almost reminds them of Two Time if he weren't somehow worse. "That hurts.." They try to tug their arm out of his harsh grip.
-> He laughs softly, dry and scratchy sounding, as if the poor man hadn't been given anything to drink in years. There's a slight hiss to it as well, grip tightening. "Us Noobs are always left behind, aren't we? My own BEST FUCKING FRIEND was a part of one of you little survivor groups..." -> He growled, his pupils somehow getting smaller as he spoke. "And he left me behind too. Just like the rest of 'em."
Fuck, they should've said nothing, too late. They wince, the sharp bones feeling as if it's scratching their arm.
"..Are we?" That didn't feel right or fair. "My- my friend, he.." He didn't technically leave them, right? They're pretty sure he thinks that they left him. It's complicated.
"I'm sorry." The arm that isn't being strangled reaches to spawn a Bloxy Cola in, they offer it to him. "We- we don't really have water here, but.." Is it a bad idea to offer someone who tried killing you a drink? Yes. Noob isn't the brightest, though.
-> He blinks and stares at the soda, suddenly becoming aware of how damn DRY his throat was. He let go of the other's arm and took the soda, holding it up slightly and examining it. "Bloxy cola..." -> It was a touch of a struggle, but he managed to pop open the beverage and drink it down, having to awkwardly use his elbow to move his gasmask down.
Thank god their arm was released, they were worried it'd break. They cradle it in their other hand, lightly rubbing the sore spots.
They take an awkward step back from the intimidating man and look around uncertainly. How would they explain this if someone showed up? Are they meant to keep running now? That feels a bit rude. Even though he tried killing them.
"Sor- sorry, I would've opened it for you, but uh.." You need two hands for that.
-> Snorts a little after finishing the can and decides to crash it against his forehead without a single thought, his little rainhat getting tilted back a touch because of it. "S'fine." -> He mutters out and tosses the crushed can to the side, his attention being brought back to the survivalist. "....Thanks. For the drink."
"Of course." They absolutely didn't flinch when he smashed that can on his head like it was some sport, not at all. They take a short step back again once his attention is brought back to them.
"What- uh, what are you doing here?" Bit of a dumb question since people are normally brought here with no notice. Worth a shot though, right?
Is he still a threat to them?
"Wonderin'." -> He snorts and readjusts the gasmask back over his mouth, sucking in a deep breath of whatever fumes were held inside of it. He shuttered, eyes scrunching up slightly before relaxing. "Didn't think I'd run into anyone..."
"Why'd you attack me, then? If- If you didn't think you'd find anyone?" Oh god, is that a bad question to ask? Is that rude? Ah..
The gasmask was definitely intriguing. Why does he need that? Actually, that isn't their business, they shouldn't pry. They're honestly more curious about the sawblade for an arm. How did that happen?
"Sorry, uh, never- never mind."
"I'm a bloodthirsty serial killer, lamb. Why the fuck do you THINK I was tryna kill ya?" -> He chuckles and draws closer, his pupils seeming to slit a little. "But I guess I can spare ya for now... Feel lucky, lamb. I'd have no issue with slicing open your stomach and playing with your organs!
"Right." They shudder, knew it was a bad question. Was the semi graphic description necessary? Whatever, they aren't in any position to argue.
They feel small in this situation, like a bird being pinned down by some feral cat. They appreciate the mercy, but the way he said it- eugh.. It means not everyone would be so 'lucky'.
"Right, thank you, thank you.." Is he going to get mad if they try to leave? They feel like they're walking on eggshells!
"You're an interestin' little thing, lamb... What's your name?" -> He tilts his head a little and stops moving all together afterwards, watching the other noob with wide eyes and slit-like pupils. "I should at least... Be a little polite since I'm sparing your life after all..."
-> Something feels off. The scent of iron and the revving of... Something could be heard. Was it Jason? - @hacksaw-maniac [HACKSAW]
Oh dear, as soon as they heard the distant revving they were instantly on alert. What is it this time? Jason's way too good at landing hits, they don't want to deal with that!
It'd be best to find a hiding spot until they're able to slink away, right? Right. They hurriedly try to find a good place to rush to.
-> It wasn't too much longer until a figure came into view. Dressed in... Blue and green? What? Blues and greens with yellow skin much like the survivalist's. -> He had a little yellow rainhat on as well. Black tactical vest and some... Police caution tape around his body too? Odd... But what's worse is that he had what looked to be a sawblade attachment to one of his arms...
They haven't seen another Noob like them in forever! At first glance he doesn't seem like a threat, but.. the caution tape, the weapon that appears to be part of him? Interesting, sure, but also dangerous. Is this a new killer?
Noob doesn't plan on greeting the unfamiliar person, but it doesn't seem like they're trying to sneak away. Were they just going to watch him?
-> The creature grabbed at his gasmask and shifted it down slightly, sucking in some air with a growl. Oh. Oh god, he had some disgusting looking cuts that stretched out from the corners of his mouth. -> He just looked... Disgusting in general. Deathly skinny, sharp and boney. The scent of iron and gore radiated off as he drew closer. Had he spotted Noob? Was this going to end badly?
Oh.. They grimace as they watch, he staggers like an animal when he moves, it's definitely unsettling. But they can't run. They can't risk the fact that he might've not seen them yet, running out would only guarantee it.
They stay where they are, ready to book it in any direction should they need to. This guy definitely isn't friendly, he reeks too much of death for them to think otherwise.
"Come on out, little lamb... I know you're hiding..." -> His voice came out low, almost gravely as his footsteps got closer and closer, the revving of his sawblade hand getting louder and louder. "I can smell your fear... Don't make this harder than it needs to be..."
Okay, that clears up a few things. One, definitely a threat. Two, he knows where they are. Not great.
They reach a hand out and in pops a Bloxy Cola. They don't normally use these for the beginning of a chase, but something tells them they might need the head start.
Quickly pushing the tab down to open the can, they down most of it and bolt off in the opposite direction of where Hacksaw was lurking.
"COME BACK HERE YOU RAT!" -> The man screeched and turned sharply on his heels, starting to make chase as he revved his sawblade hand louder, harder, a wide manic grin hidden behind his gasmask. "I'LL MAKE YOUR FUCKING DEATH AGONIZING!"
Insane, he's insane.
The sound of the sawblade was honestly distracting, it stresses them out. They aren't sure where they're running to yet, just running until they either lose him or, well, a respawn.
They feel themself getting tired and slow down, switching to a walk. For just a moment, though. One look behind them said that there wasn't nearly enough distance between the two for Noob to properly catch their breath.
-> And it seems like that brief moment of trying to catch a breather was enough for the crazed noob to roughly grab the back of the poor survivalist's sweater and yank them backwards, their sawblade arm curling around their body and holding them in place. "FINALLY CAUGHT YOU..." -> He breathed out, strange red fumes coming out from the nozzles of their gasmask. "Little lambs like you aren't always this fuckin' fast..."
"Shit-" They struggled in his hold for about a second before realizing how close the blade was to them. They're not trying to impale themself, so they freeze in place, staring at their attacker.
They refrain from making a face at the strange red fumes, now is not the time to have an attitude, save it for later. He seems more like a hunter than a killer, maybe that's just because of the 'little lamb' names.
"Let me go-!?" What the hell is going on.
"Now why would I do that? I've chased ya down and caught ya! I won, fair and square, little lamb." -> He smirks wider and presses Noob against his front, head coming down to get closer to the survivalist. He growled softly before... Falling silent. -> He stared, eyes wide and pupils small. He almost looked... Confused? "You're a noob..."
They make eye contact on accident but can't seem to look away from his glare. "Y- Yeah..? You are too.." Has this one never met another noob before? Strange, they thought they were pretty common.
Noob tries to lean their head away, they're wildly uncomfortable. This is weird, this is dangerous and they don't like it.
Why isn't he finishing them off? Is he just messing with them?
"I don't remember the last time I saw one of m'own kind..." -> He let go of the survivalist before grabbing their arm tightly, squeezing it a little too roughly. His fingers, much like the rest of his body, felt all sharp and boney. God, does he even eat? "You don't like one of the survivors... Unless they abandoned you too." -> What?
"Survivors? You- you know them?" He isn't a killer? "Wait- what? No, no they wouldn't abandon me!" Why would he think that? 'Unless they abandoned you too.' Was he left behind?
He can't mean the other survivors here, there's no way that Noob wouldn't have heard of or seen him before. He seems pretty memorable after all.
He's so insanely thin, it almost reminds them of Two Time if he weren't somehow worse. "That hurts.." They try to tug their arm out of his harsh grip.
-> He laughs softly, dry and scratchy sounding, as if the poor man hadn't been given anything to drink in years. There's a slight hiss to it as well, grip tightening. "Us Noobs are always left behind, aren't we? My own BEST FUCKING FRIEND was a part of one of you little survivor groups..." -> He growled, his pupils somehow getting smaller as he spoke. "And he left me behind too. Just like the rest of 'em."
Fuck, they should've said nothing, too late. They wince, the sharp bones feeling as if it's scratching their arm.
"..Are we?" That didn't feel right or fair. "My- my friend, he.." He didn't technically leave them, right? They're pretty sure he thinks that they left him. It's complicated.
"I'm sorry." The arm that isn't being strangled reaches to spawn a Bloxy Cola in, they offer it to him. "We- we don't really have water here, but.." Is it a bad idea to offer someone who tried killing you a drink? Yes. Noob isn't the brightest, though.
-> He blinks and stares at the soda, suddenly becoming aware of how damn DRY his throat was. He let go of the other's arm and took the soda, holding it up slightly and examining it. "Bloxy cola..." -> It was a touch of a struggle, but he managed to pop open the beverage and drink it down, having to awkwardly use his elbow to move his gasmask down.
Thank god their arm was released, they were worried it'd break. They cradle it in their other hand, lightly rubbing the sore spots.
They take an awkward step back from the intimidating man and look around uncertainly. How would they explain this if someone showed up? Are they meant to keep running now? That feels a bit rude. Even though he tried killing them.
"Sor- sorry, I would've opened it for you, but uh.." You need two hands for that.
-> Snorts a little after finishing the can and decides to crash it against his forehead without a single thought, his little rainhat getting tilted back a touch because of it. "S'fine." -> He mutters out and tosses the crushed can to the side, his attention being brought back to the survivalist. "....Thanks. For the drink."
"Of course." They absolutely didn't flinch when he smashed that can on his head like it was some sport, not at all. They take a short step back again once his attention is brought back to them.
"What- uh, what are you doing here?" Bit of a dumb question since people are normally brought here with no notice. Worth a shot though, right?
Is he still a threat to them?
"Wonderin'." -> He snorts and readjusts the gasmask back over his mouth, sucking in a deep breath of whatever fumes were held inside of it. He shuttered, eyes scrunching up slightly before relaxing. "Didn't think I'd run into anyone..."
"Why'd you attack me, then? If- If you didn't think you'd find anyone?" Oh god, is that a bad question to ask? Is that rude? Ah..
The gasmask was definitely intriguing. Why does he need that? Actually, that isn't their business, they shouldn't pry. They're honestly more curious about the sawblade for an arm. How did that happen?
"Sorry, uh, never- never mind."
"I'm a bloodthirsty serial killer, lamb. Why the fuck do you THINK I was tryna kill ya?" -> He chuckles and draws closer, his pupils seeming to slit a little. "But I guess I can spare ya for now... Feel lucky, lamb. I'd have no issue with slicing open your stomach and playing with your organs!
-> Something feels off. The scent of iron and the revving of... Something could be heard. Was it Jason? - @hacksaw-maniac [HACKSAW]
Oh dear, as soon as they heard the distant revving they were instantly on alert. What is it this time? Jason's way too good at landing hits, they don't want to deal with that!
It'd be best to find a hiding spot until they're able to slink away, right? Right. They hurriedly try to find a good place to rush to.
-> It wasn't too much longer until a figure came into view. Dressed in... Blue and green? What? Blues and greens with yellow skin much like the survivalist's. -> He had a little yellow rainhat on as well. Black tactical vest and some... Police caution tape around his body too? Odd... But what's worse is that he had what looked to be a sawblade attachment to one of his arms...
They haven't seen another Noob like them in forever! At first glance he doesn't seem like a threat, but.. the caution tape, the weapon that appears to be part of him? Interesting, sure, but also dangerous. Is this a new killer?
Noob doesn't plan on greeting the unfamiliar person, but it doesn't seem like they're trying to sneak away. Were they just going to watch him?
-> The creature grabbed at his gasmask and shifted it down slightly, sucking in some air with a growl. Oh. Oh god, he had some disgusting looking cuts that stretched out from the corners of his mouth. -> He just looked... Disgusting in general. Deathly skinny, sharp and boney. The scent of iron and gore radiated off as he drew closer. Had he spotted Noob? Was this going to end badly?
Oh.. They grimace as they watch, he staggers like an animal when he moves, it's definitely unsettling. But they can't run. They can't risk the fact that he might've not seen them yet, running out would only guarantee it.
They stay where they are, ready to book it in any direction should they need to. This guy definitely isn't friendly, he reeks too much of death for them to think otherwise.
"Come on out, little lamb... I know you're hiding..." -> His voice came out low, almost gravely as his footsteps got closer and closer, the revving of his sawblade hand getting louder and louder. "I can smell your fear... Don't make this harder than it needs to be..."
Okay, that clears up a few things. One, definitely a threat. Two, he knows where they are. Not great.
They reach a hand out and in pops a Bloxy Cola. They don't normally use these for the beginning of a chase, but something tells them they might need the head start.
Quickly pushing the tab down to open the can, they down most of it and bolt off in the opposite direction of where Hacksaw was lurking.
"COME BACK HERE YOU RAT!" -> The man screeched and turned sharply on his heels, starting to make chase as he revved his sawblade hand louder, harder, a wide manic grin hidden behind his gasmask. "I'LL MAKE YOUR FUCKING DEATH AGONIZING!"
Insane, he's insane.
The sound of the sawblade was honestly distracting, it stresses them out. They aren't sure where they're running to yet, just running until they either lose him or, well, a respawn.
They feel themself getting tired and slow down, switching to a walk. For just a moment, though. One look behind them said that there wasn't nearly enough distance between the two for Noob to properly catch their breath.
-> And it seems like that brief moment of trying to catch a breather was enough for the crazed noob to roughly grab the back of the poor survivalist's sweater and yank them backwards, their sawblade arm curling around their body and holding them in place. "FINALLY CAUGHT YOU..." -> He breathed out, strange red fumes coming out from the nozzles of their gasmask. "Little lambs like you aren't always this fuckin' fast..."
"Shit-" They struggled in his hold for about a second before realizing how close the blade was to them. They're not trying to impale themself, so they freeze in place, staring at their attacker.
They refrain from making a face at the strange red fumes, now is not the time to have an attitude, save it for later. He seems more like a hunter than a killer, maybe that's just because of the 'little lamb' names.
"Let me go-!?" What the hell is going on.
"Now why would I do that? I've chased ya down and caught ya! I won, fair and square, little lamb." -> He smirks wider and presses Noob against his front, head coming down to get closer to the survivalist. He growled softly before... Falling silent. -> He stared, eyes wide and pupils small. He almost looked... Confused? "You're a noob..."
They make eye contact on accident but can't seem to look away from his glare. "Y- Yeah..? You are too.." Has this one never met another noob before? Strange, they thought they were pretty common.
Noob tries to lean their head away, they're wildly uncomfortable. This is weird, this is dangerous and they don't like it.
Why isn't he finishing them off? Is he just messing with them?
"I don't remember the last time I saw one of m'own kind..." -> He let go of the survivalist before grabbing their arm tightly, squeezing it a little too roughly. His fingers, much like the rest of his body, felt all sharp and boney. God, does he even eat? "You don't like one of the survivors... Unless they abandoned you too." -> What?
"Survivors? You- you know them?" He isn't a killer? "Wait- what? No, no they wouldn't abandon me!" Why would he think that? 'Unless they abandoned you too.' Was he left behind?
He can't mean the other survivors here, there's no way that Noob wouldn't have heard of or seen him before. He seems pretty memorable after all.
He's so insanely thin, it almost reminds them of Two Time if he weren't somehow worse. "That hurts.." They try to tug their arm out of his harsh grip.
-> He laughs softly, dry and scratchy sounding, as if the poor man hadn't been given anything to drink in years. There's a slight hiss to it as well, grip tightening. "Us Noobs are always left behind, aren't we? My own BEST FUCKING FRIEND was a part of one of you little survivor groups..." -> He growled, his pupils somehow getting smaller as he spoke. "And he left me behind too. Just like the rest of 'em."
Fuck, they should've said nothing, too late. They wince, the sharp bones feeling as if it's scratching their arm.
"..Are we?" That didn't feel right or fair. "My- my friend, he.." He didn't technically leave them, right? They're pretty sure he thinks that they left him. It's complicated.
"I'm sorry." The arm that isn't being strangled reaches to spawn a Bloxy Cola in, they offer it to him. "We- we don't really have water here, but.." Is it a bad idea to offer someone who tried killing you a drink? Yes. Noob isn't the brightest, though.
-> He blinks and stares at the soda, suddenly becoming aware of how damn DRY his throat was. He let go of the other's arm and took the soda, holding it up slightly and examining it. "Bloxy cola..." -> It was a touch of a struggle, but he managed to pop open the beverage and drink it down, having to awkwardly use his elbow to move his gasmask down.
Thank god their arm was released, they were worried it'd break. They cradle it in their other hand, lightly rubbing the sore spots.
They take an awkward step back from the intimidating man and look around uncertainly. How would they explain this if someone showed up? Are they meant to keep running now? That feels a bit rude. Even though he tried killing them.
"Sor- sorry, I would've opened it for you, but uh.." You need two hands for that.
-> Snorts a little after finishing the can and decides to crash it against his forehead without a single thought, his little rainhat getting tilted back a touch because of it. "S'fine." -> He mutters out and tosses the crushed can to the side, his attention being brought back to the survivalist. "....Thanks. For the drink."
"Of course." They absolutely didn't flinch when he smashed that can on his head like it was some sport, not at all. They take a short step back again once his attention is brought back to them.
"What- uh, what are you doing here?" Bit of a dumb question since people are normally brought here with no notice. Worth a shot though, right?
Is he still a threat to them?
"Wonderin'." -> He snorts and readjusts the gasmask back over his mouth, sucking in a deep breath of whatever fumes were held inside of it. He shuttered, eyes scrunching up slightly before relaxing. "Didn't think I'd run into anyone..."
-> Something feels off. The scent of iron and the revving of... Something could be heard. Was it Jason? - @hacksaw-maniac [HACKSAW]
Oh dear, as soon as they heard the distant revving they were instantly on alert. What is it this time? Jason's way too good at landing hits, they don't want to deal with that!
It'd be best to find a hiding spot until they're able to slink away, right? Right. They hurriedly try to find a good place to rush to.
-> It wasn't too much longer until a figure came into view. Dressed in... Blue and green? What? Blues and greens with yellow skin much like the survivalist's. -> He had a little yellow rainhat on as well. Black tactical vest and some... Police caution tape around his body too? Odd... But what's worse is that he had what looked to be a sawblade attachment to one of his arms...
They haven't seen another Noob like them in forever! At first glance he doesn't seem like a threat, but.. the caution tape, the weapon that appears to be part of him? Interesting, sure, but also dangerous. Is this a new killer?
Noob doesn't plan on greeting the unfamiliar person, but it doesn't seem like they're trying to sneak away. Were they just going to watch him?
-> The creature grabbed at his gasmask and shifted it down slightly, sucking in some air with a growl. Oh. Oh god, he had some disgusting looking cuts that stretched out from the corners of his mouth. -> He just looked... Disgusting in general. Deathly skinny, sharp and boney. The scent of iron and gore radiated off as he drew closer. Had he spotted Noob? Was this going to end badly?
Oh.. They grimace as they watch, he staggers like an animal when he moves, it's definitely unsettling. But they can't run. They can't risk the fact that he might've not seen them yet, running out would only guarantee it.
They stay where they are, ready to book it in any direction should they need to. This guy definitely isn't friendly, he reeks too much of death for them to think otherwise.
"Come on out, little lamb... I know you're hiding..." -> His voice came out low, almost gravely as his footsteps got closer and closer, the revving of his sawblade hand getting louder and louder. "I can smell your fear... Don't make this harder than it needs to be..."
Okay, that clears up a few things. One, definitely a threat. Two, he knows where they are. Not great.
They reach a hand out and in pops a Bloxy Cola. They don't normally use these for the beginning of a chase, but something tells them they might need the head start.
Quickly pushing the tab down to open the can, they down most of it and bolt off in the opposite direction of where Hacksaw was lurking.
"COME BACK HERE YOU RAT!" -> The man screeched and turned sharply on his heels, starting to make chase as he revved his sawblade hand louder, harder, a wide manic grin hidden behind his gasmask. "I'LL MAKE YOUR FUCKING DEATH AGONIZING!"
Insane, he's insane.
The sound of the sawblade was honestly distracting, it stresses them out. They aren't sure where they're running to yet, just running until they either lose him or, well, a respawn.
They feel themself getting tired and slow down, switching to a walk. For just a moment, though. One look behind them said that there wasn't nearly enough distance between the two for Noob to properly catch their breath.
-> And it seems like that brief moment of trying to catch a breather was enough for the crazed noob to roughly grab the back of the poor survivalist's sweater and yank them backwards, their sawblade arm curling around their body and holding them in place. "FINALLY CAUGHT YOU..." -> He breathed out, strange red fumes coming out from the nozzles of their gasmask. "Little lambs like you aren't always this fuckin' fast..."
"Shit-" They struggled in his hold for about a second before realizing how close the blade was to them. They're not trying to impale themself, so they freeze in place, staring at their attacker.
They refrain from making a face at the strange red fumes, now is not the time to have an attitude, save it for later. He seems more like a hunter than a killer, maybe that's just because of the 'little lamb' names.
"Let me go-!?" What the hell is going on.
"Now why would I do that? I've chased ya down and caught ya! I won, fair and square, little lamb." -> He smirks wider and presses Noob against his front, head coming down to get closer to the survivalist. He growled softly before... Falling silent. -> He stared, eyes wide and pupils small. He almost looked... Confused? "You're a noob..."
They make eye contact on accident but can't seem to look away from his glare. "Y- Yeah..? You are too.." Has this one never met another noob before? Strange, they thought they were pretty common.
Noob tries to lean their head away, they're wildly uncomfortable. This is weird, this is dangerous and they don't like it.
Why isn't he finishing them off? Is he just messing with them?
"I don't remember the last time I saw one of m'own kind..." -> He let go of the survivalist before grabbing their arm tightly, squeezing it a little too roughly. His fingers, much like the rest of his body, felt all sharp and boney. God, does he even eat? "You don't like one of the survivors... Unless they abandoned you too." -> What?
"Survivors? You- you know them?" He isn't a killer? "Wait- what? No, no they wouldn't abandon me!" Why would he think that? 'Unless they abandoned you too.' Was he left behind?
He can't mean the other survivors here, there's no way that Noob wouldn't have heard of or seen him before. He seems pretty memorable after all.
He's so insanely thin, it almost reminds them of Two Time if he weren't somehow worse. "That hurts.." They try to tug their arm out of his harsh grip.
-> He laughs softly, dry and scratchy sounding, as if the poor man hadn't been given anything to drink in years. There's a slight hiss to it as well, grip tightening. "Us Noobs are always left behind, aren't we? My own BEST FUCKING FRIEND was a part of one of you little survivor groups..." -> He growled, his pupils somehow getting smaller as he spoke. "And he left me behind too. Just like the rest of 'em."
Fuck, they should've said nothing, too late. They wince, the sharp bones feeling as if it's scratching their arm.
"..Are we?" That didn't feel right or fair. "My- my friend, he.." He didn't technically leave them, right? They're pretty sure he thinks that they left him. It's complicated.
"I'm sorry." The arm that isn't being strangled reaches to spawn a Bloxy Cola in, they offer it to him. "We- we don't really have water here, but.." Is it a bad idea to offer someone who tried killing you a drink? Yes. Noob isn't the brightest, though.
-> He blinks and stares at the soda, suddenly becoming aware of how damn DRY his throat was. He let go of the other's arm and took the soda, holding it up slightly and examining it. "Bloxy cola..." -> It was a touch of a struggle, but he managed to pop open the beverage and drink it down, having to awkwardly use his elbow to move his gasmask down.
Thank god their arm was released, they were worried it'd break. They cradle it in their other hand, lightly rubbing the sore spots.
They take an awkward step back from the intimidating man and look around uncertainly. How would they explain this if someone showed up? Are they meant to keep running now? That feels a bit rude. Even though he tried killing them.
"Sor- sorry, I would've opened it for you, but uh.." You need two hands for that.
-> Snorts a little after finishing the can and decides to crash it against his forehead without a single thought, his little rainhat getting tilted back a touch because of it. "S'fine." -> He mutters out and tosses the crushed can to the side, his attention being brought back to the survivalist. "....Thanks. For the drink."
-> Something feels off. The scent of iron and the revving of... Something could be heard. Was it Jason? - @hacksaw-maniac [HACKSAW]
Oh dear, as soon as they heard the distant revving they were instantly on alert. What is it this time? Jason's way too good at landing hits, they don't want to deal with that!
It'd be best to find a hiding spot until they're able to slink away, right? Right. They hurriedly try to find a good place to rush to.
-> It wasn't too much longer until a figure came into view. Dressed in... Blue and green? What? Blues and greens with yellow skin much like the survivalist's. -> He had a little yellow rainhat on as well. Black tactical vest and some... Police caution tape around his body too? Odd... But what's worse is that he had what looked to be a sawblade attachment to one of his arms...
They haven't seen another Noob like them in forever! At first glance he doesn't seem like a threat, but.. the caution tape, the weapon that appears to be part of him? Interesting, sure, but also dangerous. Is this a new killer?
Noob doesn't plan on greeting the unfamiliar person, but it doesn't seem like they're trying to sneak away. Were they just going to watch him?
-> The creature grabbed at his gasmask and shifted it down slightly, sucking in some air with a growl. Oh. Oh god, he had some disgusting looking cuts that stretched out from the corners of his mouth. -> He just looked... Disgusting in general. Deathly skinny, sharp and boney. The scent of iron and gore radiated off as he drew closer. Had he spotted Noob? Was this going to end badly?
Oh.. They grimace as they watch, he staggers like an animal when he moves, it's definitely unsettling. But they can't run. They can't risk the fact that he might've not seen them yet, running out would only guarantee it.
They stay where they are, ready to book it in any direction should they need to. This guy definitely isn't friendly, he reeks too much of death for them to think otherwise.
"Come on out, little lamb... I know you're hiding..." -> His voice came out low, almost gravely as his footsteps got closer and closer, the revving of his sawblade hand getting louder and louder. "I can smell your fear... Don't make this harder than it needs to be..."
Okay, that clears up a few things. One, definitely a threat. Two, he knows where they are. Not great.
They reach a hand out and in pops a Bloxy Cola. They don't normally use these for the beginning of a chase, but something tells them they might need the head start.
Quickly pushing the tab down to open the can, they down most of it and bolt off in the opposite direction of where Hacksaw was lurking.
"COME BACK HERE YOU RAT!" -> The man screeched and turned sharply on his heels, starting to make chase as he revved his sawblade hand louder, harder, a wide manic grin hidden behind his gasmask. "I'LL MAKE YOUR FUCKING DEATH AGONIZING!"
Insane, he's insane.
The sound of the sawblade was honestly distracting, it stresses them out. They aren't sure where they're running to yet, just running until they either lose him or, well, a respawn.
They feel themself getting tired and slow down, switching to a walk. For just a moment, though. One look behind them said that there wasn't nearly enough distance between the two for Noob to properly catch their breath.
-> And it seems like that brief moment of trying to catch a breather was enough for the crazed noob to roughly grab the back of the poor survivalist's sweater and yank them backwards, their sawblade arm curling around their body and holding them in place. "FINALLY CAUGHT YOU..." -> He breathed out, strange red fumes coming out from the nozzles of their gasmask. "Little lambs like you aren't always this fuckin' fast..."
"Shit-" They struggled in his hold for about a second before realizing how close the blade was to them. They're not trying to impale themself, so they freeze in place, staring at their attacker.
They refrain from making a face at the strange red fumes, now is not the time to have an attitude, save it for later. He seems more like a hunter than a killer, maybe that's just because of the 'little lamb' names.
"Let me go-!?" What the hell is going on.
"Now why would I do that? I've chased ya down and caught ya! I won, fair and square, little lamb." -> He smirks wider and presses Noob against his front, head coming down to get closer to the survivalist. He growled softly before... Falling silent. -> He stared, eyes wide and pupils small. He almost looked... Confused? "You're a noob..."
They make eye contact on accident but can't seem to look away from his glare. "Y- Yeah..? You are too.." Has this one never met another noob before? Strange, they thought they were pretty common.
Noob tries to lean their head away, they're wildly uncomfortable. This is weird, this is dangerous and they don't like it.
Why isn't he finishing them off? Is he just messing with them?
"I don't remember the last time I saw one of m'own kind..." -> He let go of the survivalist before grabbing their arm tightly, squeezing it a little too roughly. His fingers, much like the rest of his body, felt all sharp and boney. God, does he even eat? "You don't like one of the survivors... Unless they abandoned you too." -> What?
"Survivors? You- you know them?" He isn't a killer? "Wait- what? No, no they wouldn't abandon me!" Why would he think that? 'Unless they abandoned you too.' Was he left behind?
He can't mean the other survivors here, there's no way that Noob wouldn't have heard of or seen him before. He seems pretty memorable after all.
He's so insanely thin, it almost reminds them of Two Time if he weren't somehow worse. "That hurts.." They try to tug their arm out of his harsh grip.
-> He laughs softly, dry and scratchy sounding, as if the poor man hadn't been given anything to drink in years. There's a slight hiss to it as well, grip tightening. "Us Noobs are always left behind, aren't we? My own BEST FUCKING FRIEND was a part of one of you little survivor groups..." -> He growled, his pupils somehow getting smaller as he spoke. "And he left me behind too. Just like the rest of 'em."
Fuck, they should've said nothing, too late. They wince, the sharp bones feeling as if it's scratching their arm.
"..Are we?" That didn't feel right or fair. "My- my friend, he.." He didn't technically leave them, right? They're pretty sure he thinks that they left him. It's complicated.
"I'm sorry." The arm that isn't being strangled reaches to spawn a Bloxy Cola in, they offer it to him. "We- we don't really have water here, but.." Is it a bad idea to offer someone who tried killing you a drink? Yes. Noob isn't the brightest, though.
-> He blinks and stares at the soda, suddenly becoming aware of how damn DRY his throat was. He let go of the other's arm and took the soda, holding it up slightly and examining it. "Bloxy cola..." -> It was a touch of a struggle, but he managed to pop open the beverage and drink it down, having to awkwardly use his elbow to move his gasmask down.
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-> Something feels off. The scent of iron and the revving of... Something could be heard. Was it Jason? - @hacksaw-maniac [HACKSAW]
Oh dear, as soon as they heard the distant revving they were instantly on alert. What is it this time? Jason's way too good at landing hits, they don't want to deal with that!
It'd be best to find a hiding spot until they're able to slink away, right? Right. They hurriedly try to find a good place to rush to.
-> It wasn't too much longer until a figure came into view. Dressed in... Blue and green? What? Blues and greens with yellow skin much like the survivalist's. -> He had a little yellow rainhat on as well. Black tactical vest and some... Police caution tape around his body too? Odd... But what's worse is that he had what looked to be a sawblade attachment to one of his arms...
They haven't seen another Noob like them in forever! At first glance he doesn't seem like a threat, but.. the caution tape, the weapon that appears to be part of him? Interesting, sure, but also dangerous. Is this a new killer?
Noob doesn't plan on greeting the unfamiliar person, but it doesn't seem like they're trying to sneak away. Were they just going to watch him?
-> The creature grabbed at his gasmask and shifted it down slightly, sucking in some air with a growl. Oh. Oh god, he had some disgusting looking cuts that stretched out from the corners of his mouth. -> He just looked... Disgusting in general. Deathly skinny, sharp and boney. The scent of iron and gore radiated off as he drew closer. Had he spotted Noob? Was this going to end badly?
Oh.. They grimace as they watch, he staggers like an animal when he moves, it's definitely unsettling. But they can't run. They can't risk the fact that he might've not seen them yet, running out would only guarantee it.
They stay where they are, ready to book it in any direction should they need to. This guy definitely isn't friendly, he reeks too much of death for them to think otherwise.
"Come on out, little lamb... I know you're hiding..." -> His voice came out low, almost gravely as his footsteps got closer and closer, the revving of his sawblade hand getting louder and louder. "I can smell your fear... Don't make this harder than it needs to be..."
Okay, that clears up a few things. One, definitely a threat. Two, he knows where they are. Not great.
They reach a hand out and in pops a Bloxy Cola. They don't normally use these for the beginning of a chase, but something tells them they might need the head start.
Quickly pushing the tab down to open the can, they down most of it and bolt off in the opposite direction of where Hacksaw was lurking.
"COME BACK HERE YOU RAT!" -> The man screeched and turned sharply on his heels, starting to make chase as he revved his sawblade hand louder, harder, a wide manic grin hidden behind his gasmask. "I'LL MAKE YOUR FUCKING DEATH AGONIZING!"
Insane, he's insane.
The sound of the sawblade was honestly distracting, it stresses them out. They aren't sure where they're running to yet, just running until they either lose him or, well, a respawn.
They feel themself getting tired and slow down, switching to a walk. For just a moment, though. One look behind them said that there wasn't nearly enough distance between the two for Noob to properly catch their breath.
-> And it seems like that brief moment of trying to catch a breather was enough for the crazed noob to roughly grab the back of the poor survivalist's sweater and yank them backwards, their sawblade arm curling around their body and holding them in place. "FINALLY CAUGHT YOU..." -> He breathed out, strange red fumes coming out from the nozzles of their gasmask. "Little lambs like you aren't always this fuckin' fast..."
"Shit-" They struggled in his hold for about a second before realizing how close the blade was to them. They're not trying to impale themself, so they freeze in place, staring at their attacker.
They refrain from making a face at the strange red fumes, now is not the time to have an attitude, save it for later. He seems more like a hunter than a killer, maybe that's just because of the 'little lamb' names.
"Let me go-!?" What the hell is going on.
"Now why would I do that? I've chased ya down and caught ya! I won, fair and square, little lamb." -> He smirks wider and presses Noob against his front, head coming down to get closer to the survivalist. He growled softly before... Falling silent. -> He stared, eyes wide and pupils small. He almost looked... Confused? "You're a noob..."
They make eye contact on accident but can't seem to look away from his glare. "Y- Yeah..? You are too.." Has this one never met another noob before? Strange, they thought they were pretty common.
Noob tries to lean their head away, they're wildly uncomfortable. This is weird, this is dangerous and they don't like it.
Why isn't he finishing them off? Is he just messing with them?
"I don't remember the last time I saw one of m'own kind..." -> He let go of the survivalist before grabbing their arm tightly, squeezing it a little too roughly. His fingers, much like the rest of his body, felt all sharp and boney. God, does he even eat? "You don't like one of the survivors... Unless they abandoned you too." -> What?
"Survivors? You- you know them?" He isn't a killer? "Wait- what? No, no they wouldn't abandon me!" Why would he think that? 'Unless they abandoned you too.' Was he left behind?
He can't mean the other survivors here, there's no way that Noob wouldn't have heard of or seen him before. He seems pretty memorable after all.
He's so insanely thin, it almost reminds them of Two Time if he weren't somehow worse. "That hurts.." They try to tug their arm out of his harsh grip.
-> He laughs softly, dry and scratchy sounding, as if the poor man hadn't been given anything to drink in years. There's a slight hiss to it as well, grip tightening. "Us Noobs are always left behind, aren't we? My own BEST FUCKING FRIEND was a part of one of you little survivor groups..." -> He growled, his pupils somehow getting smaller as he spoke. "And he left me behind too. Just like the rest of 'em."
-> Something feels off. The scent of iron and the revving of... Something could be heard. Was it Jason? - @hacksaw-maniac [HACKSAW]
Oh dear, as soon as they heard the distant revving they were instantly on alert. What is it this time? Jason's way too good at landing hits, they don't want to deal with that!
It'd be best to find a hiding spot until they're able to slink away, right? Right. They hurriedly try to find a good place to rush to.
-> It wasn't too much longer until a figure came into view. Dressed in... Blue and green? What? Blues and greens with yellow skin much like the survivalist's. -> He had a little yellow rainhat on as well. Black tactical vest and some... Police caution tape around his body too? Odd... But what's worse is that he had what looked to be a sawblade attachment to one of his arms...
They haven't seen another Noob like them in forever! At first glance he doesn't seem like a threat, but.. the caution tape, the weapon that appears to be part of him? Interesting, sure, but also dangerous. Is this a new killer?
Noob doesn't plan on greeting the unfamiliar person, but it doesn't seem like they're trying to sneak away. Were they just going to watch him?
-> The creature grabbed at his gasmask and shifted it down slightly, sucking in some air with a growl. Oh. Oh god, he had some disgusting looking cuts that stretched out from the corners of his mouth. -> He just looked... Disgusting in general. Deathly skinny, sharp and boney. The scent of iron and gore radiated off as he drew closer. Had he spotted Noob? Was this going to end badly?
Oh.. They grimace as they watch, he staggers like an animal when he moves, it's definitely unsettling. But they can't run. They can't risk the fact that he might've not seen them yet, running out would only guarantee it.
They stay where they are, ready to book it in any direction should they need to. This guy definitely isn't friendly, he reeks too much of death for them to think otherwise.
"Come on out, little lamb... I know you're hiding..." -> His voice came out low, almost gravely as his footsteps got closer and closer, the revving of his sawblade hand getting louder and louder. "I can smell your fear... Don't make this harder than it needs to be..."
Okay, that clears up a few things. One, definitely a threat. Two, he knows where they are. Not great.
They reach a hand out and in pops a Bloxy Cola. They don't normally use these for the beginning of a chase, but something tells them they might need the head start.
Quickly pushing the tab down to open the can, they down most of it and bolt off in the opposite direction of where Hacksaw was lurking.
"COME BACK HERE YOU RAT!" -> The man screeched and turned sharply on his heels, starting to make chase as he revved his sawblade hand louder, harder, a wide manic grin hidden behind his gasmask. "I'LL MAKE YOUR FUCKING DEATH AGONIZING!"
Insane, he's insane.
The sound of the sawblade was honestly distracting, it stresses them out. They aren't sure where they're running to yet, just running until they either lose him or, well, a respawn.
They feel themself getting tired and slow down, switching to a walk. For just a moment, though. One look behind them said that there wasn't nearly enough distance between the two for Noob to properly catch their breath.
-> And it seems like that brief moment of trying to catch a breather was enough for the crazed noob to roughly grab the back of the poor survivalist's sweater and yank them backwards, their sawblade arm curling around their body and holding them in place. "FINALLY CAUGHT YOU..." -> He breathed out, strange red fumes coming out from the nozzles of their gasmask. "Little lambs like you aren't always this fuckin' fast..."
"Shit-" They struggled in his hold for about a second before realizing how close the blade was to them. They're not trying to impale themself, so they freeze in place, staring at their attacker.
They refrain from making a face at the strange red fumes, now is not the time to have an attitude, save it for later. He seems more like a hunter than a killer, maybe that's just because of the 'little lamb' names.
"Let me go-!?" What the hell is going on.
"Now why would I do that? I've chased ya down and caught ya! I won, fair and square, little lamb." -> He smirks wider and presses Noob against his front, head coming down to get closer to the survivalist. He growled softly before... Falling silent. -> He stared, eyes wide and pupils small. He almost looked... Confused? "You're a noob..."
They make eye contact on accident but can't seem to look away from his glare. "Y- Yeah..? You are too.." Has this one never met another noob before? Strange, they thought they were pretty common.
Noob tries to lean their head away, they're wildly uncomfortable. This is weird, this is dangerous and they don't like it.
Why isn't he finishing them off? Is he just messing with them?
"I don't remember the last time I saw one of m'own kind..." -> He let go of the survivalist before grabbing their arm tightly, squeezing it a little too roughly. His fingers, much like the rest of his body, felt all sharp and boney. God, does he even eat? "You don't like one of the survivors... Unless they abandoned you too." -> What?
