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“Ugh! This is so boring!” Bluudud whines. He’s laying on his stomach in front of a wooden laptop-shaped contraption Jason made for him by slipping notches of two planks into each other so he could play pretend. “There’s nothing to do!”
C00lkidd, who’s occupying himself with some bright orange and red clay sticks with a big rock to draw on, throws some dirt at Bluudud. “I’m bored of you complaining! Go away!”
“Fine! I will!” Bluudud yells. He gets up and kicks the wooden toy over (ouch, he should wear shoes). He storms off, making sure to kick some dust on C00lkidd as he passes. He laughs when he hears C00lkidd curse him.
He strolls back to where the other killers will be. Jason is boring. John Doe is no fun. 1x1x1x1 makes watching paint dry seem like the most entertaining thing in the world. Whatever. Better than staring at nothing.
Bluudud bursts into the killer shack. Back where he’s from, everybody would turn to look at the perpetrator of such a stunt. Not these guys. They were too busy playing some dumb card game Bluudud never understands.
“Jason, play with me! I’m so bored!” Bluudud begs. “John Doe, teach me some hacks, okay? Yeah? Come on!” He’s only met with silence. Ugh, they’re ignoring him! “... Screw you guys!”
Bluudud storms off for the second time that hour.
He can’t even play with his hacks outside of the spectre’s games. It’s not fair! Why can’t he be in a game all the time!? The survivors are all so much more fun than these lame killers!
Bluudud kicks some rocks into a tree. He punches one (wow, now his toes and knuckles hurt) with a shout. Pr3typrincess only got here, what, a week ago? And since then, Bluudud hasn’t been allowed to play in a single game! It’s not fair!
He stomps off into the deep woods. He remembers that John Doe told him not to go far because he wouldn’t go find him if he got lost. Lost? As if! A straight line in and out is impossible to lose track of. He just wants to find something to do. Maybe run into a deer, or find a berry to eat. Something!
He scours the forest floor. No tracks, no berries, not even a mushroom. What is this?! Bluudud hunted every animal in Far Cry 5 (on stream with no guides), so why is this so different?!
He bangs on his head with both hands. Where in the world is Mafioso? He’s the only cool person Bluudud knows! Besides himself. If Mafioso were here, C00lkidd and him could have at least a little fun with his bunny.
Bluudud wants to play.
He crosses his arms. Stupid John Doe and his cards. Idiot Jason and his boring mask. 1x1x1x1. Pr3typrincess never wants to play, she just wants to dress up. Worst of all, stupid C00lkidd always wants to play, but only dumb games. Like house and hopscotch. Baby games! He’s sure the survivors play with each other a lot. It’s not fair! Why can’t Bluudud be a survivor, too?! C00lkidd’s dad gets to be one!
Bluudud groans loudly in frustration. He wants to go home.
Oh, but he can’t.
He walks until he’s bored of walking, and realizing he has nothing better to do, chooses to run instead. He has a little fun running through the woods, kinda…
It’s definitely not as fun as what he finds. An orange glow (when did the sun start to set?) illuminates the village-like community in front of him. A bunch of little cabins, and a killer shack? Hey, is this where Mafioso went?
Probably not. Well, considering the fact Bluudud sees the hooded man and the guy with the gun casually walking through, Bluudud decides that no– this isn’t Mafioso’s summer vacation getaway spot. This has to be where the survivors hide when they aren’t playing! Wow! Bluudud never really thought of where they would be when they weren’t running from him.
He retreats a little into the forest. His bright blue skin could alarm someone, and the man with the big sword would come hit him. Then he’d have to go home to John Doe and tell him that he found this, and Bluudud really wanted to keep this to himself. If C00lkidd knew, he’d totally ruin it!
Bluudud thinks about how fun it would be if he could send a corrupt nature into their killer (survivor?) shack. Or how fun it would be to override his walkspeed and hit that naughty pizza boy with his lollipop. Even though he can’t do any of that outside of his games, it entertains Bluudud to think about it.
He creeps behind the cover of trees and cabins. He gets on his toes to look through some windows.
In that one is… nothing. A boring survivor must live here. Maybe the pumpkin? Or the noob.
The next one houses a sad and unkempt bedroom with an old laptop and unmade bed. Bluudud could conclude that C00lkidd’s dad lives here.
Bluudud stands tall to look into the next window. He’s met with a survivor laying in bed. He gasps and ducks down, then after a moment, stands on his toes again. Blue hair, clothes akin to Roach from Bluudud’s favorite shooter… Guest 1337 was laying on his bed, presumably taking a nap. Or maybe he just likes to go to bed early. Either way, he’s asleep.
His bed is against the wall with the window, so unless Guest 1337 sits up and turns around, he won’t see Bluudud. Bluudud presses himself further up against the window. Wow, he doesn’t recall a time in recent memory that he was this close to this guy without having an aching nose and bruised ego.
Bluudud falls back on his heels. As much as he would love to summon some npcs to get his revenge, he can’t. Damn!
Instead, Bluudud creeps around to the side of the cabin. He peeks out to make sure nobody can see, then he runs inside Guest 1337’s cabin. He figured the doors wouldn’t have locks– he’d be pretty mad if they did, since Bluudud himself can never keep C00lkidd out of his room.
Bluudud sneaks up to Guest 1337’s bed. He looks down at the man and rubs his chin. Maybe he could strangle him. He deserves it! Oh, but then he thinks back to his first game.
It wasn’t going so well. C00lkidd talked about it like it was Halo on easy mode, so Bluudud went in confident.
That… wasn’t a good description, he learned. More accurately, he would say this game is Halo on heroic and Bluudud is Cody Miller.
C00lkidd gave him his walkspeed override, his corrupt nature, and his bots. Bluudud, however, didn’t get the kindness of an explanation, so his first game went horrible. He was blinded by some pink bomb, shot by a ridiculously painful flintlock, and slashed with a classic sword. That rotation, and that combo again, and they repeated that cycle another few times.
Bluudud remembers going off to sulk when a man with dark blue hair approached him. Bluudud remembered being punched (hard) by him earlier. He remembers what the man, Guest 1337, said to him.
“Hey, kid. First time?” Bluudud would tearfully nod. “I haven’t been here too long myself. Here, try hitting me.”
Bluudud would weakly punch the man through his blocks. He didn’t do any real damage, but he spent the rest of the pitiful game in the corner with a survivor letting him get hits in. If this was an Overwatch game, Bluudud would’ve gained his ult three times over. A pathetic showing, sure, but after that, John Doe and Jason taught him some tricks, and he didn’t have many more troubles.
Guest 1337 seemed to have forgotten. That jerk! He blocks hits for the annoyingly helpful pizza boy and punches Bluudud. He yells and charges at mach speeds to push Bluudud off the edge of whatever high place they happen to be on. What’s wrong with this guy?! Bluudud thought they were teaming!
After his sixth game, Bluudud realized that this guy isn’t friendly. Someone possessed his body that day, and Guest 1337 took back control ever since.
Now, Bluudud stands over him while Guest 1337 is most vulnerable. He has that same look on his face that he did when he found Bluudud hiding that day. Peaceful. Gross.
He outstretches a finger to prod at Guest 1337. Before he could push in the skin of his cheek, his wrist is grabbed and he’s pinned on the floor.
“Yeowwwch!” He yells and thrashes. Bluudud’s other arm is captured– not that it needs to be, because without any of his cool game powers, they both know there’s nothing he can do to an awake and alert Guest 1337.
“How did you get here, kid?” Guest 1337 murmurs. His voice is still deep with sleepiness.
“I wanted to play, alright?! Nobody wants to play with me! I’m so bored!” Bluudud spills his guts under the critical eye of Guest 1337. He couldn’t say why. It’s hard to lie to a strong adult looking you in the eye. “I just walked here, you get it?!”
Guest 1337 narrows his eyes, “you’re weaker than usual.”
“What, you think I can just do all that in real life? We aren’t playing right now!”
He looks around his cabin. “Hmm…” he looks back down at Bluudud. “You’re a weird kid. Go on, run home.” Guest 1337 stands and sits back on the edge of his bed. His watchful stare on Bluudud is relinquished when he rubs his eyes.
Bluudud stands and shakes his wrists. “I’m lost. I forgot where I came from,” Bluudud almost casually remarks. It’s a lie, now that Guest 1337 isn’t looking into his soul. Of course he knows he came from behind the cabin with the plain room. Or maybe he came from beside it. Hum.
“You… seriously?” Guest 1337 sighs. He rubs his forehead with his fingers. “Well, you can’t stay here.”
“Why not?!”
“Why do you want to stay? You can’t hurt any of us if you don’t have your abilities.”
“Why can’t I? Like you said, I won’t hurt anybody!”
“None of us have time to play with you.”
“You have time to sleep, though. Liar.”
“Ha,” Guest 1337 groans. “Fine. You want to play? I have all night. Hit me.”
Bluudud grins wide, his three sets of teeth on full display. “Hahaha, yay!”
Guest 1337 inhales deeply. He holds it for a second, then lets his breath out. Currently, he has a (murderous?) child laying on his bed and playing with a paper fortune teller he made. It’s been maybe an hour since he gave in to the boy and agreed to play. He’s been through mercy, two rounds of pencil fighting, floor mercy, a long game of Simon Says, bed mercy, and a couple wrestling matches. He was barely able to convince Bluudud that bloody knuckles was a bad idea, and for that, he had to play tennis. Guest 1337 noticed that a lot of the games Bluudud suggested were pain games. Well, it explains a lot.
“Is it really that interesting?” Guest 1337 asks.
“Uh huh…” Bluudud shifts the paper a few more times. He reads his result and grins widely. “This one says I’m gonna win my next game!”
“Yeah? You shouldn’t waste that on mercy. Hold off on the games until you get to kill us.”
“Hahaha,” Bluudud laughs, “you just don’t want to play anymore.” Guest 1337 shrugs.
He looks out the window.” I’m sure that… one of the other killers… is worried about you. You should go home. It’s dark.”
“I’ll get lost. Guest, I’m hungry!” Bluudud rolls from his stomach onto his back.
Guest 1337 sighs deeply, “stay here. And pull your pants up.” Embarrassed, Bluudud quickly pulls his sweats back up past his hips. Guest 1337 nods and leaves.
This kid… he acts more like a kid than Guest 1337 would’ve thought from their violent interactions. Sometime when they were playing, Bluudud confirmed that he was twelve. Guest 1337 almost feels bad for punching a twelve year old. Okay, he does feel bad, but Bluudud seems to have forgiven him. Now he’s wondering just how old C00lkidd is… Guest 1337 is sure he could just ask 007n7 sometime.
Guest 1337 enters the communal shack. A couple people are here. Noob is sitting across from Chance and Builderman, Taph seems to be listening intently to a story from Two Time, but Guest 1337’s eyes land Elliot. Oh, good. He’s here.
He approaches the young man. “Hey, Elliot.”
“Guest,” he greets back.
“Uh, I know it’s a little late, but… if you could cook up a pizza for me, that’d be great.”
Elliot hums. “Sure. You missed dinner, you know,” he says as he turns.
Guest 1337 follows him to the kitchen. He rubs his neck. “I was napping. Long day.”
“Yeah, you were in all the rounds today, right? Rough.”
“Haha…” Guest 1337 sighs. “I was, but there were only three or four.”
Elliot hums an acknowledgement. “I’m gonna go save Taph. It’ll be done in fifteen minutes, I trust you know how to take a pizza out of the oven.”
Guest 1337 chuckles, “I do. Thanks, Elliot.” Elliot flashes a thumbs up and heads back into the commotion.
Guest 1337 bends over the counter of the island. Sometime after he got here, all the barstools slowly went missing. He’s not big into conspiracies, but he heard something from Dusekkar about how Shedletsky told him that Two Time is collecting them.
Guest 1337 can’t keep his mind occupied with Two Time’s stools forever. Still thirteen minutes left. He thinks back to the kid on his bed. He thinks about how he got frustrated when he couldn’t beat Guest 1337 in any games– what was he expecting, then?– and how he pouted when Guest 1337 wouldn’t let him win. Daisy always told him how great of a father he was.
This doesn’t feel very fatherly.
If he was playing with Charlotte, he’d let her win any game she wanted. Playing with Bluudud, though he’s just a kid, makes Guest 1337 feel like he’s competing with an old rival. It’s… weird. Guest 1337 doesn’t want to think of another word for it.
Ten.
Guest 1337 thinks about how Bluudud explained a game he used to play when they were pencil fighting. He seemed to be really into it. He told Guest 1337 how he looks like one of the characters. He was a little offended when Bluudud compared him to “Roach”.
Seven.
When they were wrestling, Guest 1337 noticed how thin Bluudud was. Maybe not as skinny as C00lkidd, but his large shirt made it hard to tell. Well, it made it so Guest 1337 wasn’t surprised when he complained about being hungry.
Four.
His legs were thin, too. Maybe the killers didn’t get as much food. They don’t have a cook like the survivors. Sometimes 1x1x1x1 wears a chef hat? Guest 1337 doubts that he does much cooking. Guest 1337 amuses himself. Maybe Bluudud and C00lkidd dislike Shedletsky so much because he won’t share. It’s more likely the sword.
Bluudud’s weak kicks when they played floor mercy were amusing, too. He would kick back to try to make Guest 1337’s knees give out. Bluudud explained in anger about how his leg was lame because he kicked stuff too much. Guest 1337 didn’t pretend like that was the reason Bluudud couldn’t win.
Bluudud was amusing. A… handful, and unwanted, but amusing. Guest 1337 could tell he was pent up with vengeful feelings only worsened with every loss. It was funny how, without his enhancements from the Spectre, Bluudud was so weak.
Guest 1337 was pulled from his thoughts of his disturbance when the oven beeped. He quickly dressed his hands with thick oven mitts and pulled the pizza out. In the cabinet above him were some boxes that Guest 1337 borrowed from.
He waved to Elliot on his way back out. Guest 1337 took his time on his short walk home. Before he could let himself in, Bluudud excitedly opened the door.
“Pizza? I haven’t had any in so long!” He reaches to take the box from Guest 1337 who raises the box out of Bluudud’s reach.
“Manners,” Guest 1337 reminds. He pushes past Bluudud and kicks the door shut. Bluudud follows closely behind him. “What do you say?”
“Uh… thanks?” Guest 1337 sighs. Good enough. He sets the pizza box down on his table. Bluudud takes a seat and Guest grabs the other.
Bluudud eats like he hasn’t been fed in years. His appearance could convince Guest 1337 that Bluudud has, in fact, not been fed in years, but something tells him that this is normal for the kid. Guest 1337 isn’t particularly hungry, so he only takes a slice.
By the time Guest 1337 is done with his one, Bluudud is on his fourth. “What do you usually get?” He can’t help but ask.
Bluudud swallows and takes another bite before answering, “uhh… Jason gives me carrots sometimes.”
Guest 1337 almost laughs. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
“You’re acting like my mom!”
“She sounds like a responsible woman.” Guest 1337 doesn’t remember when he started talking to Bluudud so casually.
Bluudud groans, “she was boring.”
Guest 1337 stands up. “When are you going home?”
Bluudud opens his mouth to talk but remembers Guest 1337’s scolding. He swallows and answers, “I dunno.”
“You’re not kicking me out of my bed,” Guest 1337 reminds. Bluudud laughs and takes another big bite of pizza.
“I’ll go in the morning! It’s dark!”
Guest 1337 sighs. “Save a slice for C00lkidd.”
“No way!”
“Yes way.”
Bluudud frowns. “I’m starving!”
“If I had one, and C00lkidd gets one, then that leaves ten for you. You heard me.”
Bluudud’s frown deepens but he doesn’t argue further. He must be tired.
Guest 1337 removes his bedspread from his neatly made (did Bluudud fix his sheets?) bed. It won’t be comfortable but he’s sure it’s better than sleeping directly on the cold wood floor. He grabs a coat from one of his outfits and tosses it on top of the comforter. Bluudud could probably use it as a comforter.
“A sleepover! I haven’t had one since… since a long time ago!” Bluudud cheers. Guest 1337 looks over Bluudud’s shoulder. He’s satisfied when he sees the two slices left in the box.
“It’s late, so lay down.”
“What about your blanket? You’ll be cold.”
Guest 1337 furrows his brows, “cold? I’ll be fine.”
“Whatever…” Bluudud scoffs. Guest 1337 almost laughs. What caused this shift in mood?
“Get some sleep, kid,” Guest 1337 pushes his head down as he walks past.
A couple muttered complaints pass through Bluudud’s lips before he falls silent and, presumably, asleep. Guest 1337 follows quickly.
Guest 1337 wakes up to the sun shining in his eyes. He tries to raise his forearm to cover them but finds that he can’t. His arm is bound. By Bluudud. Sleeping next to him.
“Hey…” he mutters. “Wake up.”
Bluudud shifts but stays asleep. Guest 1337 pushes him onto the floor. “Owww!” Bluudud yells.
“I told you to wake up,” Guest 1337 responds flippantly. Oh, this is too casual. “I put you on the floor last night, didn’t I?”
Bluudud whines and rubs his head. “I got cold, you jerk!”
Guest 1337 shrugs. He sits up and combs his fingers through his hair to smooth it out. “Sleepover is done. Go home now.”
“Hum…” Bluudud sits up, too. “Do I have to? It’s way more fun here.”
“I have stuff to do, kid, I–”
…
Bluudud looks back at where Guest 1337 was. A game must’ve started. Without him? It’s always without him! It’s not fun when he’s alone, he already went through all of Guest 1337’s stuff last night…
Whatever. He can walk home. He almost forgets that pizza Guest 1337 told him to bring back to C00lkidd.
Guest 1337 only had to do one round today. He’s thankful, but he knows that some of the other survivors had more than that. He wishes he could’ve been there to help them out. Not much he can do. At least the kid left while he was gone.
Oh, what a coincidence.
“Guest! Hi!” Guest 1337 hears a high pitched, muffled voice from out his window. He turns to see Bluudud with his wide, dark smile taking up the majority of his face. Guest 1337 groans.
“Oh, man…”
Bluudud runs around to the front of Guest 1337’s cabin and invites himself inside. “Hi Guest! Can we play again?”
“No.”
“Eh? Please?”
Guest 1337 crosses his arms. “Why are you back? Play with C00lkidd.”
“He’s so boring! He’s immature, he doesn’t like anything I like.”
“And you’re so mature.”
“I am!” Bluudud sinks into Guest 1337’s bed and stretches his arms out. “I play a bunch of mature games.”
“Wow, you must be mature then, huh?” Guest 1337 sighs.
Bluudud huffs. “It’s so boring with the killers. They ignore me.”
“If I ignored you, would you go away?”
“No!”
Guest 1337 chuckles. He looks down at Bluudud. He’s pouting. Lower, his shirt rides up. “Pull your shirt down.” Bluudud huffs and obeys. “I’m not gonna play with you tonight, you hear?”
Bluudud rolls onto his back. His shirt rides up again because he keeps his hands on the other edge of the mattress. Guest 1337 doesn’t bother to tell him. Any further and Guest 1337 is sure he’d be able to see Bluudud’s belly button. He says, “whatever. That’s not gonna make me leave.”
“Am I that interesting?”
“Everything is more interesting than the killer shack,” Bluudud retorts quickly.
“I’m not getting you another pizza and I’m not making you a pallet.” Guest 1337 had to explain to Bluudud what a “pallet” was. Apparently kids don’t call it that anymore. He feels old.
“Well, that’s not gonna make me leave, either. Give up!”
Guest 1337 lays back and turns his head to look at Bluudud who turns to do the same. Oh, he understands. This is a game to Bluudud. “Fine, stay,” Guest 1337 shrugs.
Bluudud smiles wide again. “Cool.”
He looks back at the ceiling. Guest 1337 does, too. What is he doing? He’s laying next to a kid on his bed. Letting a kid lay next to him on his bed. No, this isn’t fatherly. It’s friendly. Guest 1337 is a friendly guy, sure. It feels different. Maybe it’s because Bluudud is a killer, or maybe that’s just what Guest 1337 is telling himself.
Bluudud breaks the silence. “Am I mature?’
“What?”
“I asked if I’m mature,” Bluudud repeats.
“No. You aren’t.”
“You’re so mean!”
“You asked.”
This is friendly.
“You’re supposed to be nice to me, I’m a kid.”
“You’re a killer.”
“It’s all fun! No hard feelings!”
“You wanted to kill me yesterday.”
“That’s in the past!”
This is too friendly.
“Sure, sure. Why are you asking, anyway?”
“C00lkidd said that the other killers won’t play cards with me because I’m immature and wouldn’t understand.”
“Card games aren’t complicated.”
“Yeah huh! The one they play is!”
“That just means you’re immature.”
“Whatever!” Bluudud huffs. He directs his face back up to Guest 1337’s ceiling. “Hey, Guest?”
“Mmm.”
Bluudud swings his legs as they dangle over the edge of Guest 1337’s bed. “Can I please sleep with you? The floor is so cold.”
Guest 1337 narrows his eyes. “I’m not your father.”
“So? C00lkidd sleeps with Jason and John Doe sometimes.”
Does he? So, maybe, this wouldn’t be so bad to agree to? “... Fine.”
Bluudud’s smile returns in full force. “Yay!” He exclaims. Bluudud turns onto his side to face Guest 1337. He wraps his thin arms around his neck and pulls himself closer to Guest 1337. “You’re so cool!”
Guest 1337 pats Bluudud’s forehead to create a little distance. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”
“Is it bedtime yet? Yeah?” Bluudud asks.
Guest 1337 considers. It’s not like he has anything else to do tonight, so he says, “sure.”
“Hahaha, cool!” Bluudud crawls onto the bed completely. He takes up half of the pillow, leaving the other half for Guest 1337.
What is he doing?
Guest 1337 tries to think, but he doesn’t want to. He lays down next to Bluudud who pulls himself closer. Judgement says to kick Bluudud out, but Guest 1337 lets his arm snake behind Bluudud’s boney shoulders. He falls asleep like that, and is almost guilt-free.
Guest 1337 wakes up first once again. He’s trained to wake up at the first sign of light. Bluudud is cuddled up on him, thin arms hugging Guest 1337’s large torso and blue legs clinging to Guest 1337’s thicker ones. He looks down at the sleeping Bluudud.
Bluudud’s shirt is above his belly button. Guest 1337 can see his hip bones. Hahaha.
Oh, shit.