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The air fills with a sense of dread once again as survivors scurry around the corrupt remains of a bakery , the area was ruined , no amount of repairs nor exploits could fix the mess , it was all in flames.
Everyone knew their task , sentinels would keep watch for the killer while survivalists and supporters carry on with fixing the generators so this little game can end for the day. 118o8 would be one of those survivalists as well , quickly teleporting away from her initial spawn area to create a gap with the killer.
This time her avoidance seems to be more desperate as the killer was an all too familiar acquaintance , one that she’d be haunted by until now .. guilty of their forced fusion after convincing her only two friends to obtain a stupid Party Horn, Yola and Euris .. now known as Yeslo.
A name that remains carved in the darkest depths of her mind , the part of her old habits , her activity as an exploiter .. the past she escaped after taking in a son of her own. Though in truth , 118o8 had wished that she never sent Yola and Euris to do that stupid mission , maybe the three of them could’ve become lovely parents for Bluudud , her precious boy.
She could only hope that he was safe as she focused on one nearby generator yet it seems like this generator was a fraud as she hears the static emitting from it’s core , subtle yet deadly , thankfully she was all too familiar with Yeslo’s tactics now.
Though she didn’t expect to be trapped in between the generator and her old friend as she turned , Yeslo was standing in front of her , the Party Horn in their hand as they smiled .. it’s hard to tell whether it was genuine excitement or of mocking nature , that comedy mask makes them seem devoid of emotions.
“ Well well .. my old partner ~ “ Yeslo chuckles , despite their voice constantly interrupted by party sounds and glitches , 118o8 could understand them , like she always does. “ Chocolate .. trying to blend with the darkness today ? “ They giggled , shaking their head as they stepped closer to her , invading each and every space she had. “ At Least that little guest remains .. a part of your guilt lies with it ~ “ Yeslo mocked , voice cracking from distress caused out of past memories.
“ Wouldn’t you just finish me where I stand now ? “ 118o8 asks , staring at them , her eyes were of guilt , she had never denied that her actions had caused many faults including their fallout. Yeslo stares at her , seemingly confused “ Now .. Why would I do that ? “ They sigh , Party Horn remaining in their right hand as they use their left hand to pull at her left arm , seemingly letting her fall at first yet they quickly catch 118o8 , holding her by her left arm as they look at her .. almost pitying the woman.
118o8 noticing Yeslo’s gaze becomes flustered , cheeks turning red as she speaks , “ Don’t look at me like that .. “ It wasn’t directly a command , she was shy , too embarrassed of the situation at hand , Yeslo felt .. disgusted yet their longing was almost cured , they wanted closure after all , “ Pathetic .. you’ve softened up .. no longer my .. our troublesome exploiter. “ They state , seemingly in a complex state of sorrow , they couldn’t express it , not with the state they’re in either way. “ .. and yet you’re still sickeningly beautiful , how is that fair .. why did you make us become this .. you get to have a life and we had to throw parties for goers who never respected us. “ Yeslo’s sentences became much more incoherent , every words were of a plead , a desire to separate and live normally once again , one that involved being with their own perpetrator , 118o8.
They wanted to vomit. Why do they keep coming back to her like this ?
“ I’ve .. gave you enough attention , killing you would be sparing you of suffering .. “ Yeslo trails off , staring at 118o8 with malice , “ So , have fun living this hell forever with me ~ “ They bring the Party Horn into their mouth , leaning close to her face as they blow the horn.
118o8 wakes up on the ground , sitting up feeling sluggish all over , the generator that was behind her seems to have disappeared , she could also see confetti on the floor , that certainly wasn’t a hallucination .. She sighed to herself , standing up and assessing the situation before sending a clone of herself and using her gui to teleport to another spawn point hoping she’d find a generator to help the team with.
She also needed a distraction from her close encounter with Yeslo just now , despite the horror she knew she deserved their wrath , it would at least help them through their own feelings and yet they’ve spared her .. she fails to understand why but she hopes that one day they would actually do it , it’s the least an exploiter like her could do , die forgotten.