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The round began under a low-hanging fog that swallowed the ruined glass houses.
Muting every sound except the crunch of gravel beneath hurried boots.
Survivors scattered to search for items and generators.
Guest trailed alone, his nerves shot, his thoughts a whirlwind of anger.
Noli.
Noli was the reason his boyfriend kept suffering, Noli was the reason he had to check 007n7’s arms every night, the reason 007n7 sobbed himself to sleep in Guest’s arms.
Every cut, every sob, every time he worried that he would make up and n7 would be gone.
Guest saw Noli’s hand in it all.
Through the haze, he caught sight of a shape.
The figure was moving cautiously, shoulders hunched.
Guest squinted his breath quickening as he saw the glow of the void star.
“There you are,” he hissed fists clenched so tightly the knuckles went white.
The figure turned at the sound, startled.
Good he should be scared.
“Gu3$t? W6at [ar3] y0u d01ng—?”
He launched forward, slamming into the killer with the force of a man possessed.
The two crashed to the ground, dust rising around them.
“Gu3$t, {wa1t}!”
But Guest’s fists were already flying.
The first punch connected with their jaw, snapping their head to the side.
Another blow followed, and another, each fueled by hatred.
“I know what you’ve done!” Guest roared, his voice hoarse. “I know what you’re trying to do to Seven!”
“1’m {n0t—”
A strike cut off the words, blood spilling from their split lip.
They tried to push Guest away, kicking and twisting.
Fists pounded against skin and bone, every strike heavier, crueler. The cries weakened into gasps, then into choked whimpers.
Their nose broke under one savage blow, blood flowing freely down his face.
“1… 1’M n0t {N0l1}—”
The words gurgled out between bloody teeth.
“You liar!” Guest yelled, hands shaking as he wrapped them around their throat. “Shut up!!”
Fingers pressed hard, nails digging into the purple flesh.
He slammed their head against the rocky ground, over and over.
The dull thud echoing.
“I hate you!!”
they clawed at his arms, nails raking skin in desperate defense.
Their legs kicked weakly, then slowed, then stilled.
The silence afterward was deafening.
Guest staggered back his chest heaving, hands slick with blood.
His heartbeat thundered in his ears.
He looked down at what he had done — the broken, lifeless body beneath him.
The allusion shifted.
And revealed the face of the man he had killed.
Not Noli.
The realization hit like a truck.
Guest staggered back, staring in horror at the bloodied, broken form of 007n7.
His stomach lurched, bile rising in his throat.
“No… no, it wasn’t you. It wasn’t you…” His voice cracked, his hands shaking violently as he smeared blood across his shirt without realizing it.
“No- Seven I- please”
Movement stirred at the edge of the mist.
A shadow lingered, watching.
Noli.
But he could care less as he pulls 007n7 into his arms.
“N-No please- I would ne-never hurt you- I-”
He sobbed.
“Please- Please- im so sorry baby- I - I was just- t-trying- to- protect you-! Please- please-”
And that's how the others would find him.
Clutching onto the ruined body of his love he had mistaken for an enemy.
The heavy silence was only broken by Guest’s ragged breathing and the drip of blood coming from the back of 007n7’s head.
