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You thought your day couldn't get any worse when instead of waking up in the comfort of your sheets and the cozy feeling of being under them, you woke up on a snowy mountain with no apparent explanation, not only that but you were also freezing your ass off because you decided sleeping in your bathrobe and your shoes were fluffy pink bunny slippers. Obviously not intended for walking in the snow.
It got worse, of course it got worse, you just need to think something to make it happen, that's why you weren't even surprised when you thought that you had been kidnapped to do some kind of strange experiment or something similar to the Maze Runner or The Hunger Games. You had to speak up when around the corner a guy who looked like a gay K-poper was holding a bat with a sharp part and blood all over his outfit.
Assassins. Gorgeous.
It was the worst chase of your life, you didn't even know he had throwing blades, but at least you were going to die once and for all, all those jokes with your friends about wanting to end your life were going to come true, at least not you were afraid of being hooked on one of the many hooks you saw on stage, call it indifference, call it ordinariness, but the society you lived in was more than used to seeing death everywhere. If you had to complain about something it would only be that it is painful, less than expected, but painful.
But you couldn't get your death like you expected, no sir no, you thought it was okay for some unfortunate like you to help you off the hook when it happened, however listening to an old man with pneumonia explain the basics of the world you were in actually made you want to drown yourself in acid, drink clorox, pluck the hairs off your head with tweezers... and you could go on, even preferring punishments from the middle ages rather than what awaited you here.
Eternal death and survival. Can't die? It was like a bad joke for an anxious student like you, like a nightmare from which you can't get up, what was the point if neither life nor death had meaning? Your psychologist would be very disappointed to hear these thoughts, you expected death to be an option, you found that it wasn't when in your next match you were sacrificed.
To hell with everyone, survivors and killers faced tantrums from a teen with clear problems, although you will not hate them either, you needed to take your dissatisfaction out on someone. You caused irritation on both sides, no one was going to get away with your jokes, ironies, pranks or disinterest on crucial occasions.
You got to the point of annoying everyone that even the Entity herself began to get annoyed, of course, you knew very well how to please people, but you also knew very well how to have the opposite effect. You really didn't used to be like this but you were deprived of something that annoyed you even more, which is why you needed to annoy others all the time, your mind needed to be constantly busy or else you'd be bored, what could it do something like that? Of course, what the hell does everyone have today? something that even generates obsession and dependency, exactly, a phone, in your case, any electronic device would work.
Hey, at least the complaints of killers and survivors served to appease you when one night at the campfire some thin claws came out of nowhere under you, holding out your old phone, of course you couldn't receive calls or upload content ─believe me you would be exploiting the network with Tiktok videos─ but being able to see what people in your world were doing was good enough for you to go from being an annoying brat to a more introverted teenager who was into their world.
Although you would still screw up from time to time, of course, having a phone only gave you a chance to calm down and have new silly things to do. For now they will no longer look at you as if you were going to explode at any moment saying the absurdity or making the dumbest joke that you had in mind. Not even Ghostface dared so much.
However, this made most of the people there take some appreciation for you, no matter how minimal it was with some, you were like a slap of new air, everyone was screwed to live in the misery of routine, knowing that if they survive or die they will not be able to get out of there, their eyes little by little lost the shine of illusion or hope, they developed to conform to their lifestyle.
Which you didn't, oh, you belong to gen z, do you think you were going to let The Entity get away with it? Pff-, you expected she to have a chair or something to sit on because you're such a nonconformist. That's why the survivors came out to look at you with different eyes and the killers found their hunts amusing in a certain way when you were their opposite, you always came out with some new nonsense, which sometimes made them laugh, no matter how little it was.
You were definitely a little brat.