You felt like your world was ending, all because of them. Killers were…well mercilessly killers. Enough said. So them actually debating whether to let you be a killer or not was…shocking to say the least. But you didn’t fuss about it.

The three were speaking in low whispers in front of you, so inaudible you couldn’t hear. Instead, you decided to focus on living, and you tried to think of lies you could say. If they said “Prove you want to be a killer.” What could you possibly say to prove it? Plus didn’t the Specter choose who was and wasn’t a killer?

Ugh whatever, you couldn’t focus from the lack of air in your lungs—they felt like they were on fire. No matter how much you breathed, it felt like Azure caused internal damage. You wouldn’t forget how him choking you earlier—hurt. It hurt worse than any death that has ever happened. Then again now you have a chance to learn way more about the killers.

Before you could bring your mind back to the present, Azure plopped you down on a log next to their fire place. You scooted away from the flames on instinct. The heat was suffocating—unbearable. You couldn’t tell if they were trying to annoy you but they added more fire wood, the fire dancing as high as it could before simmering down. It reminded you of your past ice-skater performances.

God—you missed that life.

But there was no time for nostalgia or longing. Clenching your fists you listened as they spoke, the words weren’t aimed at you—but it was better to listen and observe. You’d learn more by staying quiet anyway.

“1 S@Y L3T$ S33 WH4T TĦE SPĒĆȚEŘ ÐÈÇÐ1Ď3S 0N.” Noli started off with, raising his hands in a grand gesture.

The Specter? The killers could speak to that lunatic? Clearly the confusion on your face was evident because you heard 1x4 and Azure scoff. Or perhaps that was just because they hated you, and guess what? You hated them too! That didn’t matter too much because 1x4 was The Creation Of Hatred. So it didn’t bother you.

But that simple statement caused more questions to pop up in your head.

“She could be a spy.” Azure’s hat chimed in. Your head snapped to them. What did he just say? A spy? FOR THE KILLERS?! “…Until further investigation on her. Plus then we could slowly start to trust her—and maybe the Specter will officially turn her into a killer.”

“P3RF3CŤ!” Noli exclaimed.

“H-how does that even work…? The entire…Specter turning you killer thing.” You slowly prodded at the answer.

They all just froze and exchanged glances, they couldn’t answer since someone came and loomed over you. Their shadow making them look twice as big.

“What are you guys doing with a survivor? Playing a game of tag—WITHOUT ME?” C00lkidd accused with little to no evidence.

“No, we’re just…questioning her. According to Noli.” 1x4 pauses before adding, “you two—I mean—three can deal with her.”

He stepped away not wasting any time.

After that everything was just poking, prodding and planning. Oh and lots of yelling. Who knew killers yelled so much? Or at least it was loud to you, you weren’t accustomed to loud noises.

According to them the plan was simple…so ‘simple’. Everyday you would spy on the survivors, tell the killers everything their planning and doing, try to sabotage them, and come back to report. And the killers would assess you everyday…whatever that meant. Noli just said it would be fun and it would slowly help show them and the Specter that you were officially a bad guy. Yay…?

At first it was awkward for you, you didn’t exactly know how to spy or what to do. Plus everyone noticed you getting distant, and the killers…noticed you were getting closer. They were an extremely fun group. No more pizza daily, you would shit talk about those stupid survivors, such as Chance’s HORRID humor. And as for the assessments…it was something new and fun every day like—

Set a fire near the survivors cabin, or even IN the cabin. Catch a deer that the Specter spawned using your chains then brutally murder it…yeah. You weren’t the one for animal abuse so that one was awkward. But something felt weird, apparently since the Specter was the one in charge of this entire realm he could control every little thing.

According to what the others had told you, the Specter would just watch and slowly change you up until…well…even they don’t know what happens when you’re ready. 1x4 described it as brutally painful but it would give you new and better abilities.

Thats what you wanted, wasn’t it? To be strong? At first it wasn’t noticeable, the effects of the ‘change’ as they called it. But it was there. Getting dizzier quicker, lack of breath, your body feeling weird, the inability to use your ability. It all was there but you ignored it, you had too. Soon you could stop spying on the killers. You were just faking this whole thing anyway….

Eventually you weren’t just faking—but you never admitted it to yourself. Or to anyone else. During rounds while the killers were chasing you, it was more of a playful test to see how much faster you could run than last round. And they made the deaths quick and painless, often sparing you for last.

It was the best thrill of your life, and you quickly got the hang of spying. Any time the survivors would have a plan on how to gang up on the killers, it failed—all because of you. But you still weren’t a killer yet.

After another excruciatingly boring dinner you headed out. Your feet guiding you were to go without you even looking at the path. Plus the loud chatter of the killers could never be mistaken. Sneaking up behind Jason, creeping up then yelling—

“BOO!” The reaction wasn’t as great as you wanted but hey. It was still funny.

He revved his chainsaw at you before realizing who you were. He narrowed his eyes underneath his mask before lowering it and waving. You waved back. A small silent friendship actually formed between the two of you.

“B00!”—“BOO!” Two voices yelled in unison. Without even meaning to you jumped.

C00lkidd laughed before pulling on your arm and hugging you. Jesus that kid was strong, you almost collapsed when he tugged at your arm. Holding yourself up, you patted his head as he hugged you. Resisting the instinct to summon your chains on him.

Three people at camp were missing but you didn’t bother asking, most likely patrol anyway. Then you remembered why you were here.

“Survivors are their usual boring selves, no one’s suspicious of me and nothing new is up. Ignoring that—what’s my next task?” You questioned.

“ÅH…” Noli smiled, stepping closer to you. The sudden lack of distance between the two of you made your stomach turn—in a ‘you’re in danger’ way.

It was sorta like your third ability.

“Ŷ0UR ËAĞER, TĦÄT$ GŘ3AȚ. AŞ 0F ŶØŮR ÁŚS1GNM3NT…ŴĦ0ŚE YØŪR FÁV0ÚR1T3 S4RVIV0R?”

“Uh….” Oh, you actually haven’t thought of that. “They all suck.” You answered plainly. It felt like you dodged a bullet.

“0H Ç’M0N. P1CK 0N3.” Noli urged for an answer.

“007n7 is the quietest…?” You answered unsure.

“My dad?” C00lkidd spoke up.

“…AŅY0NE BŪT H1M…” Noli grumbled, his eyes darting to C00lkidd.

Then…probably Shedletsky. He isn’t too bad..” You answered.

“…1 W1LL CH00SE 1F Y0U D0N’Ț PICK Æ ĞO0D ÄŅŚW3R.” Noli snapped, still giving off his cheerful demeanor.

“Why is he a bad answer?” You retorted.

“1x4 W0UĻD K1LĻ Y0U ĪF Ħ3 HE4RD TH4T.”

Oh right. You looked completely dumbfounded for a second before patting C00lkidd as a way for him to let go.

“You pick.” You finally answered.”

“Let’s do Elliot!” C00lkidd exclaimed.

“S3RE K1D. 3LL0IT.”

“Mind telling me my task?”

“T0 K2DN4P H1M ANÐ BŘÎNĞ ĦIM HËRĚ 0F C0ŪRSE!”

What. Did he just say. Oh lord you should have chosen someone.

You were not doing that.