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Four months.
It’s been four months since Guest ended up in this hellscape. Four months since he had been forsaken. Four months of an endless cycle of pain, round after round. The sting of death, over and over and over and over—
Guest woke up in a cold sweat, heart hammering in his chest. Everything felt as if it was closing in. He choked on the bitter saltiness of his tears as they slid down his cheeks. He took a sharp intake of air as he tried to calm himself.
After minutes of the uncomfortable silence, the soldier began to calm. His tears dried, and his heart started to feel less heavy. He let out a soft, quiet sigh. His vision began to clear, being able to make out the shapes of his room and the gentle light that shone through the window. Oh. It’s morning, he had to get up to eat breakfast with the other survivors.
Guest begrudgingly sat up. He rubbed his eyes, gazing around his cabin as he let out a deep sigh. Everything felt…oddly far away, as if he wasn’t in his room.
‘Are you just going to sit there?’
The quiet voice had startled Guest awake, bringing his fists up as if on instinct. He looked around his room for the source of the speaking, only to find no one. Was he going insane? Where was the voice coming from?
Then the soldier heard a different, much more casual voice.
‘Woahh! Chill out, big guy. We’re in your head, we can’t hurt you.’ The voice was a bit deep, charisma practically radiating off of it. It almost reminds Guest of Chance.
“..huh..?” Guest questioned. Yep, he was definitely going crazy. He’s even hearing a voice that sounds dangerously close to the gambler who he knows!!
Before the soldier could say anything, he heard the creaking of his door being opened. It was Elliot.
“Guest? You in here?” Elliot asked, his glance eventually finding him. “Ah, there you are! Came to check in on you since you’re usually awake before everyone else. Come on, breakfast’s ready.”
Silently but surely, Guest got up from his bed and followed the pizza worker to the main cabin where all the other survivors. He didn’t focus on them. He couldn’t. Everything felt fuzzy and far away, and his movements didn’t feel like his. It was like he was on autopilot.
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Suddenly, Guest was in front of a generator. He shook his head, backing up. He looked around, confusion plaguing his mind. When did he get here? Had the round already started?
‘What in the hell just happened?’ The soldier pondered, but what he didn’t expect was for the charismatic voice from earlier to respond.
‘Yeahhhhh, my bad man. I took over for a bit since you seemed really tired. Uhh the round started already as you can see, well more accurately we’re the last one standing and uhh the killer’s slasher.’
‘Oh ok.’
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‘WAIT WHAT???’