"h..hah.. uff.., I really need to find a med, damnit.."
[Shedletsky panted as he hid behind a wall. It was yet again another round, and the killer was John Doe. Elliot and the others were dead, but he and Guest did manage surprisingly well alone. He looped John Doe for quite a bit, before nearly dying from being impaled from John's spikes and getting slashed. Luckily, Guest charged John Doe away from him and signaled for him to run.]
"gods.., I hope my babies will be okay.."
[He mumbled to himself. Why wouldn't he be worried, after all. The fact that he was pregnant wasn't noticeable yet, as he had a baby bump but it wasn't big enough to be seen as an actually noticeable one. Apparently Spectre was gonna soon take him out of rounds when the months progressed, luckily. He smiled softly as he held a hand over his stomach, murmuring,]
"don't worry, my children. Papa will make sure you wont get hurt.."
[He winced as he began looking around for a Medkit. He was just hoping Guest wouldn’t die before he could help.. a few moments later, he managed to find a full Medkit!! He quickly grabbed it, opening it and pulling out the bandages. He hastily wrapped them around his wounds, gagging slightly as the scent of blood hit his nose.]
[After he finished wrapping his wounds, he took out his sword, running to where he last saw Guest and John Doe. He noticed they were looping each other, and took his chance (pun not intended). He stood at the corner, and neither of them saw him till they ran around the corner and he stunned John Doe using his slash.]
“Guest, run, buddy! I got this, plus we only have so much more time left. It’d be tortureeee if you died!”
[He called out, and Guest smiled weakly, giving a quick thumbs up and then running away. Wanting to taunt John Doe, he decided to do an emote, snickering as John let out an enraged roar and began running towards him. Then, the round ended.]
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“Whew! Now that round was a handful! Sorry I couldn’t save ya, kid.”
[He stretched languidly, while Elliot laughed at his comment.]
“No need to apologize, Mr Shedletsky! I’m just glad you and Guest survived the round. Anyone want dinner? I’ve already got it nearly ready!”
[Elliot said with a grin. All the survivors got along relatively well by now, which was nice. It was like a big family of misfits. Just as Shedletsky was about to say yes, a wave of dizziness and nausea hit him like a truck. He hunched over slightly, gripping at his chest.]
“hah.., um.., yea, elli! Sorry guys, gotta go to my cabin for a moment-..”
[He managed to get out before another wave of nausea washed over him. Without any explanation, much to the confusion of the others, he rushed out of the main cabin, heading straight to his own. The survivors watched in a mix of confusion and concern as he ran out so suddenly.]
“…does anyone know what wrong with ‘em? That ain’t like him to just do that randomly, and I would know.”
[Builderman finally said, breaking the slightly stunned silence. Non nervously piped up,]
“m-maybe he’s having stomach pains or something..? He was clutching at his chest and stuff..”
[They said with a small shrug.]
“ah, I hope he’ll be okay! You think I should check on him when he comes back?”
“that’d be a good idea. Don’t try to push it if he says he’s fine though, kid.”
//does this count as a wip?? Idk
