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The round ended with no survivors reaching the end. Reasonably they were all not in the best mood. It took a second for the others to notice him, but when they did they were quite shocked.
"Ok what the fuck? Is this some type of joke?" Elliot, usually the most level headed in these types of situations, blurted out upon looking at the humanoid creature.
"That's not very nice Elliot." Guest 1337 reprimanded with a soft yet stern tone.
"Ok, my bad, but look at it!" He pointed towards the "creature", "Take a good look at it and then tell me it doesn't look like something the Specter would send to fuck with us." He was right, unfortunately, it did look like more of a killer then a survivor.
Speaking of "it", it just silently stood in the corner of the room looking more shooken up then everyone else. After coming to realization that, yes, this is in fact happening it finally registered what was being said about it. The harsh words, reasonably, pissed him off.
Fixing his posture to stand up straight he walked over to Elliot with heavy intimidating steps. The sudden shift in him shut Elliot up instantly and turn to look at it. Now that it was standing at its full height it towered over most of the survivors, Elliot included much to his discomfort.
Looking up at the man caused a shiver to run down the pizza man's spine once he made eye contact with the one eye that was visible. He was pissed. Anyone could tell you that. Despite the aggravated state it was in Elliot spoke up, "What? Are you angry at what I said?" He said sarcastically.
Balling up his fists to try and restrain himself from making a bad first impression [well, a worse first impression], Guest caught the subtle eye twitch and intervened by stepping in between the two, "Enough Elliot." The war vet said with a sharp tone. One that made Elliot huff, roll his eyes, and mutter a small fine under his breath before walking away in defeat.
"I apologize on his behalf," Guest sighed as he turned to look at the strange man, "I'm assuming you're a new survivor. I'm Guest 1337, that was Elliot, I promise he isn't usually like that, and those are the other survivors. You'll get to know them eventually," he motioned with his hand towards the other that were watching from afar, "What is your name?" Guest finally said, turning his attention back towards the newbie.
"ꀪ̵̨̨̩̝͉̌ͅꌦ̷̨̠͙͕̈̐͂̆̔ ̶̢̮̓͝ͅꁣ̸̡̛̎̌̅͝ꋬ̶̲̺̘͚̻͙͛͛́́ꀪ̷̳̓̀͛̀͆͋℮̵͖̗̮͇̻͇̺̇̾̓ ̷̧̢̭͖̘͙̒͑͆ꊛ̶̛̥̣̀̾͗̒̔̎ꈛ̴̨̛͌̃̓ ̶͔͐̉ꊛ̸̨̱͈̟̼͖͆͛ꈛ̴̧̹̱̦͔̅̅͐̐͛́̕ꋬ̴̛̦̩̠̀ꋬ̶̢͔͓̼̯̹̇͐́̾̇͝℃̵͙̫͇̥̌̓́͘" Dead silence was the response to whatever the fuck just came out of its hidden mouth. Shock couldn't even begin to describe what everyone felt, including the one who had spoken [if you can even call it that].
"Uuuhhh...What?" 1337 spoke after a great deal of hesitance. Staring into the wide eyed expression it wore he could tell that that has never happened before to it. That fact was confirmed right away when it began to panic.
It started small, the panic, starting with a slight tremor that rapidly worsened within seconds. Then the confused words that, honesty defied the laws of nature with the garbled distorted sound it was reduced to, which upon hearing whatever it was made the others wince and cover their ears. He tried to calm himself down to hopefully stop the noise from spilling out of him but nothing seemed to work.
His vision blurred from what he assumed to be tears that refused to fall, and a tail he hadn't realized he had wrapped itself around himself in a protective manner. His ear rung. He had no clue when someone had crouched [when did he fall to his knees?] in front of him until he felt them grab ahold of his black clawed hands with more care then he deserved. This caught his attention, flicking his gaze up and at the other man. He was saying something but he couldn't make it out due to the ringing.
Soon though the ringing started to fade and his eyes started to clear up as well allowing him to finally see who this man was.
"Breathe alright? It's going to be ok." Finally able to hear again he tried to calm his breathing to stop hyperventilating but was having difficulty.
"Here, copy what I do ok?" A small reassuring smile appeared on the man's face. He nodded to his best ability and tried to copy the other breathing. Slowly he started to calm down, breath slowing and body relaxing as much as it would allow in the moment [which wasn't much].
"There you go. Let's try again, alright?" He handed the other a notebook and a pen, which he took with shaky hands and a nod, "What's you name?" His voice was calm, soft, and warm as he spoke. Trying not to set him into a panicked state again.
Isaac, my name is Isaac. He wrote, the words weren't the neatest but still able to be read.
"It's nice to meet you Isaac," his eyes softened, "My name is 007n7, but you can call me 7n7 or Seven." His voice was calm and reassuring as he squeezed Isaac's hands slightly in a comforting manner. Watching as Isaac's eye flickered down to their hands as he slowly pulled his hands back, tail softly thumping on the ground behind him.
That was their first encounter. First impression of each other. 007n7, from the little Isaac knew about him, was a kind man. An outcast, yeah, but he was always polite and was one of the only people who didn't feel uncomfortable around him.
Isaac was slowly adjusting to his new body, he found out early on that he didn't have a reflection. He didn't appear in the mirror or on any reflective surface. So, obviously, it made it quite difficult to see what he looked like.
From what he knew his head was blocked by a never still scribble that would quicken its movements when he was stressed or upset, and despite seeing from both eyes only one was visible to others. He had a tail similar to a demons but the tip of the tail had a five pointed star and it was mainly purple besides the two black stripes near the base of the said tail. From his hands reaching to around his elbow was pure black while the rest of his body, besides a few random places, was white like Two Time. He did infact have a head under the scribble, and from what he could feel it was the same as before he appeared in this place just now he had horns as well that were rounded as if they were filed down.
When he first was sent into a game he knew what to do from the other's explanation. So he did what he was supposed to do, and to the others surprise he did so quite fast. He didn't know what abilities he had when in rounds so he tried to stay out of sight and just do the generators. Being unable to speak wasn't the greatest thing, but he made it work.
They dispise you.
So far he tried to stick around 007n7 as much as he would allow himself, mainly due to the other not really liking him or finding his appearance uncomfortable to look at. 007n7 would talk to him unlike the others and he would would listen to every word the man said.
Useless you're useless
He was ok.
He was fine.
He would be fine.