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The 'memories' come back once again. Just a little-to-more noticeable and more loud than before.
Faces a blur and intelligible. Only a Magicians' hat and glowing, bright white stars and lights surrounding this dream or damned 'memory' lied into their brain.
Their body jerked up from daydreaming, sticky with a sweat-slicked back and skin. All from the dreams, nerve-wracking memory of what's going on with them and their mind. Loveshot. The bright, hot pink colored sheriff with velvety wrappings and accessories that makes them stand in the most beautiful and breath-takingly way. But sassy and almost stubborn with their pride and affiliation with all of the civilians and... A certain killer in particular seems to be... STALKING THEM?? Or some b.s like that. Who knows in these wretched maps and bases.
After so long, they finally got up from their pink and velvet bed, putting on their vest and buttoning and then next was their cowboy shawl. Wrapping around their shoulders and body to their knees and buttoning that as well. Slightly open but closed enough, keeps them warm and covered, does the job right and well. Finally done getting dressed and fixing their giant pink cowboy hat with hearts and markings and walked off to their door. Slowly opening the door and walking off to the main base with all the other civilians standing there, well-known friends and acquaintances through the place such as Caretaker, Carepad, Taunt, Punch, and Hotdog. Most of them waved like little high school girls in the morning and the rest just stood there acting all mysterious or talking to closer ones affiliated.
Loveshot: "Why're y'all still out here? Isn't the round supposed to take y'all in already?", weird. Round should've started an hour ago, why not now?
Caretaker: "Guessing the killer's still getting ready for the round... Or just picking someone else to go if they can't make it-"
Well get jinxed. The intercom spoke with a broken and robotic voice. Everything went dark before Loveshot and all the other civilians got sent to the one and only, Grandma's Backyard. Small music box sounds echoing throughout the place with a following scream. Startled? Spotted opposing enemy? Might as well start searching. They ARE one of the most important and needed healers and stunners mixed of the group. They grabbed their revolver, loading in the bullets and spinning it, closing and clicking the safety off. Heading towards the possible danger to protect and heal any in need of it with a beating heart and pulse.
And that's when it all went downfall.
Blood splattered all over the walls and dirty ground of the surrounded corner. Taking a closer look only made it worse with the realization of who the victims were... Caretaker and Carepad and a few others that were supports. Bodies laying as their intestines and blood painted the place as adrenaline kicked in with hands clenching white-knuckled around their revolver, moving further into the area to search for the culprit.
One step.
Another.
And then one last one so close.
And there he was. A black magician hat' just like from the dream, holding a wand in one hand towards a lifeless body, 'repurposing' it in their eyes. They took in the figure for a second while pointing the gun, black mask with opera-like features with a black cloak and black-white suit and vest. The man finally lifted his head and immediately squeaked like a mouse and shoved back, almost like... he knew them. The same hand that held the bloody wand lifted, revealing a golden ring that was quite similar to Loveshots'.
Loveshot always forgot they had a spouse and only thought it was just a gift from their days of being a star in movies and such. Quickly, they made their move and pounced on the man. Hips straddling him down with a fist clenched into the man's suit, another fist raised with rage and fury. A hard punch went into the mans' face, blood already forming from his nose as he whimpers pathetically.
Loveshot: "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU GODDAMN MONSTER FROM HELL!! THEY DIDN'T DESERVE ANY OF THAT SHIT!" Another punch landed, almost harder than last time as red formed at the mans' mouth and cheek of his face. Already begging for them to stop as if he wasn't brutally tearing the others apart with just a wand and bare hands.
After about three more punches and Loveshot had let go of the monster magicians' collar and started using both of their fists and started pounding his face like a brutal CPR to the chest. The man kicked and let out choked screams every hit, the wand now thrown far away out of reach. Small cracking sounds and wet hits from fists hitting the white, make-up covered face. Now smudged, bloody-crimson, and red from the beating and brutal torture. Necessary but also unnecessary from how bad this guy was getting hit.
"Merci... p-please.. It hurts...", the man whimpered and cried out. Knowing it won't do jack shit to stop them.
"R-remember us..?! Please!", a tooth chipped as blood spewed from his mouth, chest heaving and pulse quickening.
Loveshot: "GOOD! NOW YER KNOW HOW IT FEELS!"
A few moments passed with punches and slaps and kicking. Loveshot stopped to take a breather. The man lying with tears stinging the wounds on his face, only making it worse. He was begging almost intelligible stuff from the beat up his mouth was.
Loveshot: "What... is WRONG with you. What the HELL is going through yer' mind. And you expect me to STOP? After you killed my friends?"
Moments of silence before Loveshot got up from the man, kicking him.
"D-don't.. leave... Don't leave me... here.."
Loveshot: "Don't wanna hear it."
"I-I don't wanna die here.. alone"
Loveshot: "That's not my fault. You should've thought about that before killing the others."
The bloodied magicians' blood (that was still inside him), went cold. They were right, he should've thought, but he couldn't help it. The stress and fear couldn't be handled that easily with all the people with weapons.
His body gave up, going limp. He hoped it was just to preserve energy, but ohhh was he wrong. His body fully loosened and limped, eyes half-lidded and blurry.
Loveshot had already left by now, his wand gone and couldn't heal him right then and there. The sun was going down, and so was his pulse. Rapidly.
His eyes closed, seeing the sunset wasn't the thing he wanted to see after his own life lost to an ex-spouse.
He held his ring close to him. And he took his last breath. He was now gone.
SURVIVORS WIN!! KILLER DEFEATED!
(Dw, there'll be more. <3)