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Beautiful.
That is how she felt as she looked in the mirror, her body consumed with a feeling of warmth and joy that could be compared to being kissed by the sun. A purr reverberated from her throat as her tail twitched in joy. She usually hated looking in her mirror, the face that looked back at her would haunt her with mistakes of the past.
The memories of the destruction, the disorder, and the chaos she caused, would fill her with guilt and hatred not towards Noli, Elliot, or C00lkidd (She could never be mad at her baby) or even any of the killers as they were prisoners just as much as she was, but at herself for not stopping the terrible path she went down, for not being a better parent for C00lkidd, for not being able to stop Noli from getting the void star.
But now, as she looked she saw herself and couldn’t help but think of how pretty she looked. Her hair was done, it was wavy, slightly messy, draping around her horns, with clips on the side to keep her flowing brown hair out of her face.
Her face was done with a red tinted lipgloss glazing her lips, red eyeshadow that faded to black and that had an outline of gold along with the mascara, defined her eyes, and with a light addition of blush. Her typical blue shirt lay askew on her bed next to her pants and iconic burger hat. She wore a black shirt with the top part and sleeves being made of mesh, with a flowy, pleated, red skirt that reached just above her knees.
Since she wasn't able to find any belts she had resorted to using a black ribbon that she had previously got from Noob, the ribbon made a tiny bow at the back that was barely visible when looking from the front. She also wore black see through leggings she didn’t know the origin of, with gold colored earrings in the shape of sharp thin diamonds hanging from her elf ears along with other piercings. A gold necklace hanging loose around her neck reaching down to her chest again with a thin diamond decorating the end.
She had found the shirt at the bottom at her dresser shortly after she had got to this hell. She never thought she would wear it, but now she couldn’t imagine not wearing it, she thinks it was her sister's that she had accidentally left over. The skirt was in her closet, that she remembered stealing from her sister as a prank, that she had forgotten to give back, left to rot away in her closet until now.
The jewelry was meant for her sister but she hadn’t got the chance to do that before she died she was sent to this place to be tormented.
The Spectre must've copied many of their possessions from the real world, she couldn’t find it in her being to be disturbed but rather grateful to have items from her past life, especially those she deemed precious and valuable.
She twirled watching the skirt dance around her with such joy she swore she would explode. She could finally be herself, she looked back to see her noob spider sitting there squealing in support. She smiled at it and walked over to the bed laying down and reaching for the noob spider, petting it softly as it purred in content.
A pressure formed in her chest, feeling her with disappointment. She was happy of course she was but the joy she felt was so strong that the inability to form it into words made her close to tears, it was similar to the feeling of when C00lkidd had first called her ”Papa”. The fact that she would have no way to explain to anyone about how much euphoria it filled her with to express herself like this frustrated and scared her.
The spider noob (She really needed to find a name for it) crawled under her chin, nuzzling it sending supportive purrs. She sighed and got up walking back to the mirror while setting her spider noob down on it. Joy refills her, replacing that dread once more. She looked down at her spider noob thanking it softly as it smiled back at her. She looked back at the mirror, happiness evident.
That happiness faded all at once, her previous ecstatic smile replaced with a depressed frown, all due to just one measly thought. The others can’t know. And she knew that was true, although many of the victims down here had a different identity than their birth one, Two Time and Chance were non-binary, 1x1x1x1 and Noob were genderfluid, and Taph was agender, but this was different. They all hated her and the thought of having them know her deepest secret and potentially using it to humiliate or degrade her, made her sick to her stomach. (She would not let that happen again)
She shook her head. She never should have gotten this comfortable, especially not here. She walked over to her bed and sat down beginning to pull up her shirt in order to take it off, and get changed when the world suddenly warped around her, the familiar nauseous feeling overcoming her as she was teleported out of her room.
“WAIT- F*CK!”
She quickly stopped her motions to move her shirt and moved her leg behind her in order to catch herself, as she was teleported out she could hear her spider noob squeak out for her. She felt the itchy grass under her feet and she knew she wasn’t dreaming. Her mind went racing trying to find any way she could avoid the others. Chants of ‘They're gonna see’ repeated in her head.
“W-why am i in a round,” her breathing sped up “W-we just had one, a-and the timer it didn’t show- i.”
Her voice broke as she sat down, taking deep breaths as she calmed herself down. I could try hiding but that wouldn't work well since the others could always find her. ‘Maybe I could find the killer first?’ she thought ‘I'll get killed first and quickly go to my cabin’. Sure the killer would see her but at least she wouldn’t be around them all the time like she would with the survivors, and while she does feel guilty about allowing the killer to gain more time, she decided she’d rather be embarrassed for a bit rather than humiliated. She would just have to hope the killer would never bring it up again.
“Okay, let’s just do this.” She made up her mind. She stood up and she started walking forward, on a mission, looking for the killer while trying to avoid the others.
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She wanted to cry, and kill that damn Spectre.
So far she managed to avoid everyone, although she was almost caught by Guest 1337 and Two Time. Unfortunately she wasn’t able to find the killer, though she overheard Elliot say it was Mafioso this round which did increase her chances of dying because of his henchmen. She continued running, attempting to find any of the killers before the killers found any of the others. She needed to be first or else there was a chance they would see her on her way to her cabin.
“Hey!”
She froze behind a wall out of instinct. She peaked past the wall and saw the henchmen called Consigliere waving over Contractee.
“Have you noticed the boss acting weird recently, at least to the little red guy?” Consigliere asked Contractee.
C00lkidd? Just the mention of him made her tear up. She missed her son much more than her ‘real’ home. Him calling out for her every game made her sick to her stomach because she would never be able to reach out to him, to comfort him, without dying, not while he was under the influence of The Spectre. What they meant by that concerned her ‘Are they mistreating him?’.
That thought angered her. If any of them had been mistreating her son, she would not let that slide, even if it risked getting in trouble with The Spectre. Mafioso and his henchmen were all grown adults as far as she knew which made her angrier.
“Yeah, he’s so, I don't know… Tolerant, no… Friendly? With him.”
Hearing this, 7n7 let out a sigh of relief, any anger she had, had immediately dissipated with those words. Usually having your son get close with a killer would concern any normal parent, but 7n7 was relieved. C00lkidd had suffered through so much, from bullying and discrimination, and dying that it was nice to see C00lkidd make a friend, even if it was a mafia boss that killed him and others multiple times.
“Yeah, it’s so weird, he’s not typically like that with anyone,” he paused “but it’s nice to see him getting close to someone else, especially in….This kind of place.”
The genuine content in their voices for their boss was satisfying. The fact that they cared for one another was heart warming, it momentarily made her forget that they were killers, only momentarily however.
“YOU TWO!!”
The yell made her flinch, and she saw the other two jump and let out a squeak of surprise. She waited for them to move to look past them to see Caporegime.
“Why are you just standing there?! You have a job to do!”
“Okay, jeez no need to yell.” Consigliere replied.
“Maybe I wouldn't need to if you guys actually did your jobs! Now go!”
Caporegime then walked away, presumably to do her job in chasing survivors. 7n7 could hear the other two mumble under their breath, it was then that she remembered her goal, thankfully in the few moments the interaction took no one had died, though looking in her C00lgui showed Noob was low so she had to be quick, she knew if she didn’t take the chance right now she most likely wouldn’t have it again.
She took a deep breath and came out from behind the wall running in the direction towards her, hopefully, eventual killers.