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Ughhh...
Just how long have you been doing this now?
You were working on a generator right now, the round was quite for a while, and the killer didn't show up yet, how weird.. Now that you were thinking about it you don't even know who the killer of this round is, you hope it's not c00lkidd.
"YOU'RE MINE!"
Dear god, not that Mafioso guy... you already can hear the theme music of the killer. I think this is the part where you start running for your life.
You immediately started running, 'i am not losing this round against him' you thought. You already hear the killer running after you, great.
You feel your legs burning from running for a long while now. You suddenly feel a hand grabbing you by the back of your collar and threw you to the ground. Before you could stand back up you feel a sword cut through your chest
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You haven't been feeling well since last round, not with how it went... the endless cycle of life and death is starting to take its toll on you. You just felt... exhausted. Why couldn't you die normally? Why did you have to end up in these life-and-death games? Why couldn't you rest in peace?
007n7 seemed to notice the changes happening to you. How you started locking yourself in your room more often. How you were avoiding the survivors every time they tried talking to you. How you barley eat with the other survivors at the dinner table anymore. 007n7 didn't know why, but every time he saw that exhausted expression on your face, he felt his chest tightened. Why did he feel this way? You two rarely interacted. Maybe because he had a son around the same age as yours? He's not sure.
But he knew he had to do something.
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You heard knocking on your door, you didn't answer. You heard knocking again on your door, this time followed by the voice of 007n7, his voice seems worried.
"Hey, [Reader]. Can I come in..?"
You didn't answer, you didn't want 7–or anyone really– to see you in this state. Your hair was a mess, same thing goes to your room. Your eyes were swollen from crying so much . Even in this state, you really didn't want 007 to leave. You wanted to be comforted so bad but you didn't know who to turn to, you barely knew anyone here. Yes, you may talk, interact, and maybe laugh sometimes with the survivors. But you weren’t really close to anyone in particular.
You heard the creaking of the door as 007 opened the door to see you.
"Hey, [Reader]? I noticed you weren't eating with us at the dinner table, so I thought I'd bring you dinner." he said, holding a plate of what looked like –Vegetable pizza...? Ew..
You aren't really in the mood to eat right now, so you just turned your head a little "Thanks, Mr. 007n7. I'm not really hungry to eat right now so I'll eat it later. Can you please put it on my desk" you whispered a little loudly so he can hear you.
"Sure..." 007 answered, entering the room and closing the door behind him, then walking towards your desk and putting the plate on it as you requested. He then turned his head toward you and talked again.
"Hey.. [Reader]..?" 007n7 called you softly. Walking towards yoh and sitting next to you on the floor, hugging one leg to his chest.
You didn't face 007, but you hummed as a response.
"Are you okay..?" 007 asked again, softer this time. "Yeah." You said, voice tight; clearly not okay.
007n7 then turned to you, trying to get a better look at your face. He then noticed the traces of tears on your face. "Have you been crying..?" He asked; concerned about you. Your voice tightened more.
"No" you quickly answered. "Mhmm, do you wanna talk about it?" You didn't answer, but you leaned closer to 007. Wanting to request something but too embarrassed and hesitant to ask. Of course it didn't go unnoticed by 007, so he said as a way to assure you that you can trust him "Hey, you can ask me anything, y'know. I won't judge you, I promise"
Now being assured by 007n7 you felt like trusting him a little, so now being assured you whispered with a very faint voice it was barely audible "Can I hug you...?" You asked—desperate for comfort—surprising 007n7 with your question. But he did not reject your request.
007n7 opend his arms for you, you slowly crawl into his lap and hugged him tightly as he hugged you back. You began tearing up, you tried whipping your tears away with your sleeves, embarrassed by your tears.
Your breath hitched once. Twice. You tried covering them but you couldn't, you just let them slip. Until your sobs started coming. 007n7 rubbed your back to comfort you, as he whispered small comfort words.
Maybe this place wasn't as bad with him around.
