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The night's air, looming coldly as if searching for prey, surrounded a handful of cabins — they, too eerie to be called quaint, too peaceful to be called unwelcoming — sat in a forest of trees that looked… off when stared at for a minute too long.
The docks were a quiet space, ripples being created by waves with unknown origins hand-in-hand with leaves of the oddly shaped trees which made up the forest — he would've asked the cultist what species they were, but on most days they'd be rambling about the spawn to any unfortunate soul who happened to be near them. It was either the chanting of an insane person or the knowledge of a victim since on rare occasions, it seemed like the insanity that lived within them slept as if exhausted from torturing the poor soul.
‘Then again it's not like I can say much about it, they're useful to the team at the very least.’
The burger man thought, staring at the dark leaves which fell onto the waters, slowly sinking and never to surface. He knew that even if the spawnist were a little unbearable sometimes, their teammates would much rather them instead of the well-known exploiter (Even if they were retired). He had tried to make up and get along with them a few hundred rounds ago, but he could tell that even if they had “Forgiven” him, they'd still be jumpy around him. Though he couldn't blame them, he'd almost kill robloxians during his tyranny — just to show the control he had over the lives of others — just to feel a little better about himself,
A little better about his own flaws,
A little better about his own failures,
A little better about his-
*Rustle*
“We really need to trim these bushes, they hurt like hel- …Oh…”
The man looked up with his loose glasses, towards the avian who had an awkward expression. The exploiter looked back down, fixing his glasses in the process — he'd much rather not be looking at the avian due to their… past clashes and their current situation.
“Im just gonna uh… sit here if ya dont mind…”
The avian trailed off, on the other side of the docks looking towards the edge of the waters, which seemed to stretch on endlessly seemingly towards the stars, which danced across the night sky without a worry of a death loop.
Seven sat there quietly, the freezing temperature was his friend during his sulking sessions, the silence a drug for when he felt empty, the docks his bed for when he was just simply tired of everything — like how he was in the past, left without small drakobloxxer by his side and could only turn to a piece of metal for an escape, only to be dropped off here like a forgotten delivery from a famous pizza chain he'd torment.
Time passed, neither survivor knew how long it had been since they sat down at the docks, staring into the waters as they flowed into places unknown to them. The silence was getting to the trapped admin, silence was never his forte — that's why he was the noisy, loud and talkative one of the group. If not him, then who would bury the past missteps he had taken? His biggest mistake yet was the creation of 1x1x1x1, where had he gone wrong? It was all going so well, they were meant to act as a vessel for his emotions, to ascend to plains higher than the studded clouds that overlooked Robloxia. On usual days he'd make up small talk, how the rounds were going, how their lives were before being forsakened, even about who's in charge of the meals for the day (They can't overwork the poor pizza employee after all, wonder what he did to end up here).
As much as he hates conversing with the exploiter, it was leagues better than being worn down from his relentless mind, maybe it'll be a little more pleasant this time?
“... Hey uh, 007n7? How's-”
Blink. The burger man could've sworn he heard the former admin talk to him, but was nowhere to be found when he looked towards the source of the sound.
‘...He probably got dragged into a round huh.’
It probably wasn't anything important anyways, seeing as the chicken loving man took so long to strike up a conversation, not like there was much to talk about either way (Seriously, how does this former admin get so chatty when they're stuck in a literal hell hole).
He'll think about that another time, he needed rest before the next round unless he wants to become a human sized luggage for the team.