#bouncer

You hissed from the searing pain on your arm, the inside of the flesh slowly ripples and it rips apart the muscle.

Your chest throb from the feelings, your lungs threaten to break. You wheeze for air as your trachea slowly closes itself. The tears welled up in your tear line, a lake of sorrow and guilt.

What did you do? What have you done?

You can't recall, you can't remember. WHY CAN'T YOU REMEMBER!?

You hold your breath as the familiar tune starts to get louder and louder, seemingly approaching your hiding space. Please no, please no—

A hand rips out from the ground, grabbing your ankle. You let out a gasp as it pulled your leg down into the ground trapping you.

You sob, desperately trying to pull out from the ground.

STEP. STEP.

Your ears perked at the footsteps, getting more and more agitated to get free. Come on! Come on! Let go you—

Your vision started to fade in and out into darkness, you saw the sword in between your eyes from the vague display. The stinging turns into a gnawing pain, clawing, as it seems to rip out from your head. Your head hurts so badly.

You spewed out the blood from your throat, watching as it splat onto the ground before you. You scream as the sword is being pulled out from your head.

“Oh? How amusing that you are not dead yet.” You wish you did. You wish you would drop dead but it seems the spectre had other plans.

A hand gripped at the top of your head, turning it to face them. The old admin who's fallen from grace. The true holder of the hatred.

“What a pretty face..” you stare at his face, that red eyes of theirs is fixated on the scars between your eyes.

“Prettier with that..” he chuckled in amusement.

You gasped, your head started to throb from pressure as it was slowly squeezed, “Nighty night.”

You shoot up from the wooden floor of the cabin, breathing heavily and clawing at your chest and head. You can still feel the throbbing pain from the scars even as there's nothing anymore there.

“Pfeu.. Welcome back” a deep gruff voice greets from the couch. A man turns his body from facing the fireplace to you, “Shedletsky is really hard to avoid nowadays huh..” they look at your panicked state with sympathy.

Their red eyes seem to pierce through you even as it only held nothing but pity and amusement. No ill intent. His floating horns follow his head movement. His hair reflects the fireplace’s light due to it looking like a crystal.

“Not ever since he merged with his own creation.” a figure walked into the living room from the kitchen, Their movements are sturdy and it seems calculated, their eyes scan the room going from the one's on the couch to you. “Best to try and avoid his sight next time.”

The man on the couch chuckles, turning to gaze at the new face. “Sup, Bouncer! Who's his creation again? Right 1x1x1x1… geez what a mouthful to say.” the man on the couch mused to himself, their left hand playing with their floating horns on the side of their head. “Anyway, Imma nap, see you guys next match.” you watch as they plop themselves back to lay across the couch and quickly fall asleep. You think so, judging by how quickly that soft snores come.

You blinked, appalled by how easy that man rested without worries in this hell of a place. You let out a shaky sigh, rubbing your temple to ease yourself from the adrenaline.

“Ignore Blast, they do that to cope.” the new person kneels next to you, “Here.” He handed you a pill, “it'll help.” you nod, quickly placing the pill in your mouth and swallowing it dry. You hope that's not drugs meant to hurt you, but knowing Bouncer, they would never do such a thing.

“.. You.. Shouldn't have swallowed it dry..” you look away from Bouncer's gaze from embarrassment. They let out an amusing chuckle from that, they tilt their head and their ushanka’s ears followed the movements.

You slowly get up and glance at the clock, there's still some time until the rest of the survivors are back, maybe you should go back to your cabin.

“Sorry.. Anyway, I'm gonna rest back in my cabin.” “Alright, rest well.”

You depart with Bouncer, walking out the main cabin and into the dirt path leading to the survivors cabins. You follow the one leading to your own cabin. You turn to the right and make a Beeline to your cabin's door. You stopped to observe the badly made nameplate on the door with neat handwriting, ‘Elliot’ was written on it with red paint.

One of the killers' name. you wonder if the killers were also once survivors before they were turned into monsters to torture you and your survivor friends. Bouncer and Jane did make a theory on that, they both discussed it each time they found a new clue to support the theory or observing the killers.

You brushed off the thought and opened the door, walking inside the cabin before closing the door. You yawn and trudge towards your bed before flopping down. As your eyes become heavier the darked your visions become. You blinked and you saw his face. Shedletsky.

You groaned and buried your face into your pillow, descending into sleep while trying to empty your thoughts.

EXTRA