#guest ic

[muteddistractor]

-> It seems like Guest wasn't alone... - @hacksaw-maniac [HACKSAW]

Guest fiddled anxiously with the hem of his hoodie, their grip tightening on their can of spray paint. They shook the can a few times, their steps quickening as they walked. Something was amiss, and they were uncomfortably aware of it.

[fourth-dimension-killer]

-> someone seems to be approaching nearby.

@thelastguest1337

1x huffed, letting its sword drag across the ground. It had been walking around for most of the time. Seems like it found someone… or someone found it! It was happy nonetheless.

“I can sense you… well, don’t be waiting around..!”

It said mockingly.

[muteddistractor]

-> A group could be seen slowly emerging from the distance... - @hacksaw-maniac / @hammerin-heads

Guest looked up dazedly, blinking until their vision was no longer blurry. They’d been sitting outside with Jane the entire night, and it’d been taking a toll on them. They squinted, standing up from where they’d been sitting and trying to get a better view. That had to be Builderman and Shedletsky, right?

[muteddistractor]

-> The sawblade killer was sitting outside of the little house he and Guest shared within their party's campsite, staring off into the distance with his arms folded over his chest. - @hacksaw-maniac

A door opened behind Noob. Guest walked out of the house, walking towards Noob and sitting down beside him once they spotted him sitting there alone. They gave Noob a wave, shifting so they were perched right up next to him.

[muteddistractor]

-> Hacksaw poked his head into the little house he and Guest shared within the campsite, fingers drumming against the doorway. - @hacksaw-maniac

Lo and behold, they were in bed, with the covers tucked over them! By the looks of it, they were asleep, judging by the way their face was buried in the pillow.

[muteddistractor]

happy new yuri

They stare at you blankly.

("...Happy new yuri?")

[muteddistractor]

Calamity Never Gives a Warning Before it Strikes

[CW: small mention of blood & injury]

To put one way, this was a snafu. They’d been in situations like this before, sure, but at least they’d actually had an idea of how to solve them during them.

Guest sped down the pathway, blocking out the pain that coursed throughout their body as they ran. The can of paint in their pocket clashed against their leg which each step he took, to a point where it bruised from how fast he was running. Every single part of his body burned; his vocal cords throbbed painfully with each hushed breath he managed to get out, yet his state was currently the least of their worries. The only thing that concerned them right now was finding Noob, and fast.

He’d woken up in the middle of the night, only to have found Noob M.I.A from the campsite. That only meant one thing, and it happened to be the one thing they’d so carelessly overlooked.

Truth be told, he really should have expected this. He’d known about his… ’counterpart’. Noob had told them themselves a little bit about her and how she’d basically manipulated him into becoming… ‘Hacksaw’. Even if the information had been vague, they’d still had a pretty good understanding of what had been going on. And despite that, he’d still let Noob slip right through their fingers, away to god knows where.

They rounded a corner, coming to a halt and resting their hands on his knees. His heart hammered in his chest as their head spun with a tornado of thoughts. He cursed himself internally for falling asleep so fast. They’d known the risk themselves. They should’ve at least watched over Noob first, to watch out for any complications that might’ve been raised. They had sworn they would try to protect him just a few hours ago, how could they have possibly broken their oath by making such a miniscule mistake like that?

There wasn’t time to dwell on that now. Guest pushed himself forward despite their body’s screams for rest, forcing himself to take a few steps forward. Their vision blurred and doubled in protest, and they let out a shaky breath, relenting to their body’s protest for a break. Guest limped over to a tree and collapsed against it, pain searing through their throat as they gasped for air. Their chest heaved and shuddered with each breath they forced out, and their vocal cords flared in protest until the series of jagged short breaths had dimmed into a stable pattern of heavy breaths.

God, were they tired… but they couldn’t stop now. Something told them they were close to finding Noob, and they had come this far for a reason. He was going to make this right, he was going to find Noob and apologize to him for not following up on their promise. They definitely weren’t going to abandon him again, especially not after the encounter they’d had when he first lost him. They just got him back… they couldn’t afford to lose Noob again.

A sense of deja vu washed over them momentarily. It was ironic, they thought to themselves. The incident where they’d lost their ability to speak had started with them running around until they had trouble saying a single sentence with the intent of finding Noob, only to have his throat cut open and damaged in the aftermath. And here they were, repeating the events that had led up to what had happened, up on Mission Noob again. The main difference was that he had intact vocal cords during that time.

The thought of them made them unconsciously trace a finger over the pocket where the can of paint was. They trusted Noob, that was a sure fact. If he found Noob in the same state, thirsty for revenge on them (like he had originally all that time ago), he’d better be prepared to defend himself.

The faint smell of iron weaseled its way into the breaths they took, breaking him out of his chain of thought. The smell was pungent and revolting, yet strikingly familiar to a point where it couldn’t be mistaken.

…The smell of blood. That couldn’t be good at all.

Dread built and ate away at their insides as they mentally located the source of it, which led further down the pathway. They pushed themselves off the tree and warily trudged on, as unfocused as his eyes were. They weren’t sure what they were expecting to see, but after.. quite a while of blindly heading down paths and needlessly tiring himself out, it was the only lead he’d spotted since he ran from the camp.

…What they definitely hadn’t prepared for, however, was the sight of Noob’s limp body, lying in the middle of the pathway, a small puddle of blood having formed underneath him.

Oh, this was much, much more worse than what he had originally anticipated.

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[muteddistractor]

OW

yeah

yeah i deserved that

-🍅 anon

He puts the can away and nods at you slightly apologetically. He kind of regretted doing that.