A new round has begun, yet it's already so.. peaceful. It's scary. A soft tune of ”Ashes, ashes, we alll fall down,” began to play out, suspiciously in a corner of the map where the killer should have spawned. Roses creeped up in every corner, the red color a sickening blood color... What do they all mean?
Behind the soft tune, there were teenager sniffles, it didn't sound like C00lkidd or Bluudud, so it couldn't be them. Too old to be pr3ttypriincess sounding.. atleast, if you listened closely. The teenager that was sniffling was curled up, vine covered-hand holding a music box with a ballerina twirling slowly to the tune of the music.
Another day, another round. Always a mystery who it was going to be— Spectre seemed to enjoy putting them on edge by never saying who the killer was until the last moment… though this time, they got no card announcing who it was— which meant a new killer. Someone new, kept hidden from the survivors to keep them on edge.
The roses were new, his fingers tapping against the can of bloxy cola he had managed to grab, he hadn’t seen the new killer yet which put him heavily on edge.
Then he heard it, the soft sniffles.
He frowned, for some reason his heart aching. It was rare for a killer to cry; let alone a new killer. Sometimes you could catch c00lkidd crying, that always tugged at his heart, reminding him of little charlotte… but no other killers ever cried. Not during a round anyways.
So hearing the sounds of a girl crying tugged his heart so violently, he could hear the pain in the sniffles, the hiccups and cries, oh how it reminded him of Charlotte, when she’d scrape her knee and come crying to him to soothe it.
After some internal debate, the pain in his heart at hearing the cries refused to settle, one cautious Guest creeping until he could see the teenager, alone, curled up and crying. She looked so sad, it hurt him.
He creeped closer, making sure to stay out of view— If this was just a trick, he wouldn’t fall for it, but if it wasn’t, maybe he could get away with a round with no bloodshed.
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