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The round had barely started, and half of Noob's team was dead.
Noob tried her best not to panic as she slowly worked her way through one of the generators, trying to shave off as much time as she could from the timer, but there was only so much she could do. She didn't even know who was the killer, and she couldn't help and contribute to the team as much as she wanted to.
The eerie music that played didn't do anything to help soothe her nerves. Glass houses was one of the maps that had music that made Noob's hair stand up on her skin. Whomever, or whatever, The Spectre was.. it sure knew how to keep people nervous and afraid.
...
The timer was at two minutes.
The timer was at two minutes, and only Guest and Noob were left. Noob hurried through the generators, barely on the third one out of the five-- but even then, her efforts would be futile. Each completion only took five seconds away from the timer. Each generator only needed to be completed four times, which adds up only to twenty seconds for each completed generator, that's only two-thirds of how much that got added to the timer whenever a survivor was killed.
If she got through these last three (keyword; IF), Noob would have at least taken a minute off. Her hands shook, connecting wires as all of this ran through her head, using mental math to try and calculate how much in total this all would be. Would it even do much? She can only outrun a killer for a couple of seconds before having to regenerate her stamina, but at the same time, maybe those few seconds shaved off would save her life and--
A different track began playing. One that made Noob sick to her stomach. Guest1337 had just died. Noob was the last person standing, and the timer had only gone back up to two minutes, even after her hard work to take it down some. Thirty seconds added back on, two minutes to run.
But these five seconds could still do something. Perhaps it would even save her life.
She wasn't thinking straight, ears muffled, but she could still hear the music slowly fading in as the killer (she needs to acknowledge who it is. Who he is. She knows.) prowled closer and closer, but she was so close. Just connect these last three wires, and the generator would be complete, and she could run.
The footsteps grew louder, the music feeling almost taunting, and there was no use in Noob using her ghostburger, because it seemed Guest666 already knew where she was.
An animalistic growl shook Noob to her core, and her shaking hands hastily connected two of the wires, and she dug her arm in, trying to find the last one and weave it through all the others- just this last one, just this last completion, it didn't matter, but what if it did? What if that was her saving grace? She just needed too---
BANG!!!
Noob wasn't even able to acknowledge what happened until after it happened. Guest- her old friend, albeit a now disfigured and deranged version of him, gripped her hair from behind, claws digging into her scalp and causing blood to seep into her blonde hair-- the pain of that itself was already searing, but what hurt more was when he'd slammed her face against the generator.
She was woozy. Unable to think for a hot minute, and the first thing she'd thought of was the fact she didn't get to finish the goddamn generator. She didn't want to think about who the killer was, but now she was face to face with it. No doubt a bruise was blooming on her face, the sudden force to the metal would've given anyone a bruise.
The music was defeaning now. Her hands clawed at the edged of the generator, trying to push herself off of it, but she couldn't. She was being held down. She was an easy kill now, easy to simply hold there and take the win. She gave up, defeated and--
A claw came under her skirt, and with one simple swipe, her underwear was torn. Fear struck her body, and suddenly she was cold. It didn't take a genius to understand. She didn't want to look back. She didn't want to see what was happening. But that also meant she wouldn't be prepared for what was to happen.
It was terrifying. How could this be happening? Weren't the killers merely designed to.. kill? Most of them did that before they were trapped in this godforsaken place.. but that didn't explain C00lkidd. So obviously they'd been made to kill them. So what was going on now? Was this The Spectere's sick, cruel way of shaking things up? Having Noob be raped by a former friend?
Of course, it wasn't that simple. It never was. Noob didn't feel that this was real. That this was really happening. Guest 666 propped her body on the generator, and Noob didn't know what else to do besides.. cry.
"Don't... please." Her voice shakes out, sobbing and shaking her head before her head was merely pressed harder against the cool metal of the generator. Guest 666 didn't grant her even a sliver of mercy. It's not like he could if he wanted to. Something blunt was pressed against the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Noob's breath quickened, she didn't know what to do- she couldn't escape, couldn't fight back, and now-
With a swift, harsh buck of the killer's hips, Noob's asshole was forced into and stretch open, completely unprepared and as painful as it sounded. A scream erupted from the woman, sobs and pleads following afterwards. It was agonizing, her body sweating and legs and ass feeling nothing but pain. It hurt so much, and her mouth only fell open in a silent scream, choked noises coming out at Guest began to ease in more. That wasn't all. There was more to take, and yet her stomach was already bulging against the generator with how fucking thick and long Guest seemed to be.
Noob sounded hysterical the way all these noises left her in such a gruesome way. Drool dribbled down her chin, face wet with tears, and more seemed to be coming. She was terrified. She didn't want to move, one, because of the pain, and two, because she couldn't at all. She was frozen in place, her ass being stretched open more and more as the cock inside her grew more and more girthy.
She was sure that she was bleeding now. Sure that her ass had been torn open beyond repairment. It hurt so much that she doubted it couldn't ever feel the same after this. The drag out hurt so much more than the forced entry. The dry pulling of her insides, it made Noob wail. Her nails dug into the generator, wherever she could reach. It felt like it had already been two minutes. This was far too long to have only been two fucking minutes.
That could only mean that The Spectre was letting this happen. Maybe it found some sick enjoyment seeing this happen.
The mere discovery in her mind made her pause, but it was fucked right out of her mind as Guest rocked into her roughly. It was messy, uncoordinated, not at all thought about and it was clear the man could give less of a shit about her. Noob couldn't even pull herself out of this. She couldn't dissociate from the situation, go somewhere else where everything was fine and dandy, where she and Guest 666 were still best friends, and she hadn't been dragged into this.. game.
A game was a fucked up way of explaining it.
The pain was too much. Noob wanted to pass out, but the pain was keeping her there. But worst of all, it began to feel good. The slightest, smallest, tiniest amount of pleasure set aflame in her stomach. Somehow, the thrusts grew more lubricated. At some point, the massive fucking dick in her ass had gotten her pussy wet.
It made Noob want to throw up.
Her hair was pulled back again, and she remembered all those times with Guest, back in the overworld before all of this. The hookups between two best friends who found comfort in one another.. the trustworthiness of sharing their own kinks.
Perhaps Guest remembered one of them. Maybe that's why he was doing that. Maybe that's why this was happening. Noob was a masochist, sure.. but this was far from consensual. She wanted her best friend back.
"STOP!" Noob screams, voice shaken and raspy and full of anguish and hurt. The slightest stutter interrupted Guest's pace. Proof that he was the person she once knew, at least at some point.
But there was no stopping this. Noob didn't want this. She hated this, matter of fact. Each thrust forward felt like something was poking the back of her throat. She gagged, sobbing and screaming so much that it was setting of her own gag reflex. She was nauseous, disgusted by the way her body found this the slightest bit of enjoyable. A knot was tugged at in her gut, pleasure-pain flooding all of her senses. It was gross and ugly, but she couldn't stop it. She couldn't stop any of this.
She didn't want to untense. She knew what will happen if she does. The second her body relaxes, she won't be able to stop herself from coming undone. Even from something with the likes of this.
Guest was animalistic with his movements. Not once did his pace cease and hold back aside from that one stutter. But even he made noises. Grunts and huffs, a deep growl leaving his lips that couldn't only mean one thing.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no- she can't let it happen, no-
"No, no, please, please, anywhere but there, p-lease-" It was honestly a miracle she was able to speak much when her voice was as broken as it was. But even then, Guest either couldn't understand her, or just didn't care. His grinded his cock in, but there was nothing else to fit in.. right?
But alas. Noob wasn't lucky. Something bigger pushed at the rim of her asshole. The killer drew back, only having the tip in, before roughly slamming himself back in, popping the knot of his cock right in her ass.
Unwillingly, the most agonizing and dryest of orgasms escaped Noob's body, slick dripping out of her ignored cunt and soaking a small part of the generator. A sob was pulled out of her, the noise itself sounding gutteral. She could feel herself being filled up by Guest, stomach bulging some more with the amount he seemed to produce. It was even more nauseating, and she was sure she'd vomit if she spent more than five minutes like this.
She couldn't think. She didnt want to think. And she couldn't even think at all as even after cumming, Guest 666 gripped Noob by the hair even tighter, and slammed her head down on the generator again with a loud crack - and it was lights out.
...
The cabin was dead silent. Noob hadn't been killed and sent back as any of them usually would've been, no.
The Spectre was cruel.
Instead, she'd been teleported back in the same way as she had died, just alive. Her ass was gaped and oozing out semen, and everyone seemed to stare at her. She didn't make a noise. Didn't face any of them. Instead, her forehead rested on the hardwood floor.
She didn't see as the other survivors grew aroused at the sight of her. Especially after being able to spectate her being raped by the killer. A traumatizing and life changing moment being nothing but a porno to the rest of the survivors.
Noob wondered if anything would be the same again after this.