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It was just supposed to be another day in the hell they were trapped in. An eternity of torment; dying day in, day out. It was expected, almost normal now. It was a normal day, until it wasn't. It was the final round of the day and 007n7 had the misfortune of being the first to die, having been spawned right ontop of the killer (Slasher) which ended in his swift death.
He spawned in with a quiet pop and immediately he was on edge. There was another person in the cabin. They didn't look like anyone he knew, at least from this angle. They were sitting infront of the fireplace, as if enchanted by the flickering of the flames. Though they quickly snapped their head towards him the moment he moved. Their eyes lit up.
"Seth!" They- no he exclaimed, rising from his spot in front of the fireplace and walking over to him.
"Thank Telamom you're here! Mind explaining why I woke up here? I know you like pulling pranks but doesn't this seem a bit elaborate? I'm impressed though, managing to get me onto set without me knowing. Though I don't know how you still have access…" The man prattled on .007n7 couldn't help but be confused, who was Seth and who on earth is he talking about?
"I- what-?" 007n7 was cut off by the man again.
"And what's with the whole outfit? Why are you dressed as 007n7? We just finished shooting a few days ago!" As the man continued to talk, 007n7 couldn't help but be reminded of C00lkidd, the constant talking and bouncing around from subject to subject.
Actually, now that he got a good look at the man, he could actually see what he looked like. He wore a black turtleneck with kahki pants. His skin was bright red too, just like C00lkidd's. In fact 007n7 couldn't help but blurt out his son's name,
"C00lkidd?", Which only confused the man.
"No my name's-"
"RAYMOND!" The both of them flinched before turning to the source of the voice. 007n7 couldn't comprehend it at first; it was him but it also wasn't. This version of himself was slightly older, slightly more fit. Not by a whole lot, but just enough to be noticeable.
"SETH?!" The man, now finally named, was in just as much shock as 007n7. Raymon's eyes were darting between 'Seth' and 007n7.
"Where have you been Ray?! Mason literally showed up at my door at 12 o'clock at midnight because you weren't home!?" Seth looked just about ready to strangle Raymond.
"Didn't you bring me here?" Raymond shot back.
"No!?"
The two bickered like children for the next few minutes. 007n7 was getting increasingly lost in their argument until they turned their attention to him. He felt like a bug pinned under their glare. But just before they could say anything, noise was heard at the winners's table. Huh, it seemed like they won this round.
It was also then a bunch of other people were practically popped into existence, appearing in the floor in a heap like dolls unceremoniously chucked on the ground. While Raymond and Seth were distracted, 007n7 took the opportunity to slip into the room with the winner's table.
"So you're saying that ya'll don't know how you guys got here?" Builderman asked. It was honestly the weirdest thing he's experienced and he's been around since the dawn of Robloxia's birth.
"Yes, we don't mean any harm, we just wanted to know how we got here." Replied his own 'doppelganger'. It was odd, everyone had their own doppelgangers except for a few stragglers. Hell, there was even doppelgangers of killers! Noob looked especially uncomfortable with Guest 666's doppelganger (who looked like a regular robloxian instead of a beast) and 007n7 looked like he wanted to reach out to C00lkidd's but seemed to restrain himself.
The first red flag that they should've noticed was the sheer amount of food that they had been given prior to the dopplegangers arriving. It was practically double the food everyone was given. Chance had the assumption that The Spectre was rewarding them for something, Builderman, who was practically the leader at that point, was more wary. It could be a ploy to catch them off guard, or even food that might get them sick. After all, that wouldn't be the first time the Spectre used food, or the reduction/tampering of, as a punishment.
Reguardless, they had much bigger meals with the extra ingredients. It was… nice. While everyone wasn't exactly starved; they didn't really get to eat meals that really filled them, y'know? Heck, the extra food put everyone in a better mood once it was proven that it wouldn't be harmful to consume.
Now they knew why they were given so much food. It was to feed the influx of new inhabitants. That also explained the medication too. There was a few bottles of pills, most notably a full bottle of anti-depressants for a 'Felix', though their last name was scratched out. Now they needed to figure out which one of the new guys needed them.
The intercom crackled above them. The Spectre only used it to make large announcements. There was no doubt that this was for the newcomers.
"Dear Survivors, as you have noticed by now, there has been a significant influx of newcomers. I would like to present to you and alternate version of yourselves." The Spectre's staticky, almost painful to comprehend words floated through the cabin. Already people had a lot on their minds, not like The Spectre cared as it continued.
"You might be asking what alternate universe these people hail from, well, to put it simply, they are actors. Each part of your lives they have acted, planned out. They know you all so intimately yet you know nothing of them." That was not comforting, hell some people already felt sick.
"And for you actors, you know what this place is, what you have to do, what you will experience. You know how this started but you will not know how this will end."
Nobody dared to speak.