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Survivor:

Thomas

Type: Survivalist/Sentinel

Difficulty: ★★★

Passive: Happy World - Thomas see's the world differently then other survivors, while others view the maps as dark and dreary Thomas sees them and bright and colourful, akin to a cartoon (This Passive becomes inactive when Milestone IV is equiped)

Ability 1: Happy Meds - Thomas gains complete invisibility and undetectability for 7 seconds, this ability also cleanses him of any Debuffs, however using it will deplete 1/4 of his health each time, so use it sparingly.

Ability 2: Counter - Thomas's PTSD kicks in and blocks the Killers attack before he delivers a kick to the gut, stunning the killer for 7 seconds (2 seconds if the Killer is John Doe)

Ability 3: Happy Flower - Thomas Places a Happy Flower on the ground that will laugh when the Killer walks near it, highlighting the Killers location to other survivors. (The flower becomes a Sad flower and cries instead of laughing when Milestone IV is equiped)

Killer:

Skittles

Type: Ambush/Sniper

Difficulty: ★★★★

Passive 1: "Why are you hiding Thomas!? ^w^" - Skittles is still able to detect Thomas after he uses his Happy Meds

Passive 2: "HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY WORLD!! >w<" - Survivors will get Hallucination I to II depending on how long they are in the presence of Skittles

Ability 1: "IMA GETCHU!!! ^w^" - Skittles rushes forward and slashes their spear at the survivor they collide with, if he collides with multiple survivors he does a little twirl dealing wide area damage to anyone to close, afterwards gaining Speed II for 5 seconds 

Ability 2: "Feeling sad? Don't worry! I got just the thing!! Ow<" - Skittles throws his spear and reels in any survivor he hits, dealing a small amount of damage, the survivor will enter a QTE in order to escape, if not they will be dragged all the way to Skittles, after either freeing themselves or being successfully reeled in they will be stunned for 3 seconds (Yes it can get you through walls)

Ability 3: "Hmmmmm now where could you be? 0w0" - Skittles spins around twice before all survivors are highlighted on the map

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The hospital was quiet, so quiet it seemed that even a fly's buzz could echo throughout the building, visiting hours were over, and the graveyard shift had started, in one of the rooms lay a man, Thomas, trapped in a comatosed state after a gnarly overdose of Anti-Depressives.

The veteran lay still, his mind a haze as he lay trapped in his own mind, hopefully clinging onto the false hope of the drug-induced illusion he'd trapped himself in, wandering within the realm that drew the fine line between life and death, heaven and hell, the nurse in charge of caring for him that night had left to grab the mans dinner to feed it to him via the tube shoved down his throat, she would not be back in a bit.

All the while Thomas lay blissful and unaware of the state he was in from within the prison of his own making.

His fingers twitch as a sensation overcomes him, it feels as though something was pressing down on him, like a hand was putting pressure of his chest, his already laboured breaths shallowing as pressure is applied, eyes watching him from beyond his minds walls, IT knew it needent wait any longer, all IT needed to do was wait until the inevitable happened, all the while Thomas remains blissfully unaware....

The sound of the heart monitor Flat-lining is enough to send every nurse in earshot into a panic......

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Thomas's mind was clouded, his ears ringing as he felt a strong tug pull him from the back of his mind, he felt tired..........he felt bad. As if on instinct he quickly shot awake, finding himself on some sort of couch, the thick fabric felt smooth under his hands and exposed skin.

Looking around he finds himself in some sort of cabin, where was he? Did someone take him from his house? Were they still here?

Shooting up from the couch Thomas moves to check the entire Cabin, it was large, the lobby area was empty, the upstairs area was devoid of life, it almost seemed like he was alone here, it was quiet.........to quiet......

"Damn it! Admins why do the Killers always go after me first!?" A sudden voice rangout from the lobby, peering over the rails Thomas finds another Robloxian, yellow skin, a darker shade then his own, wearing a red uniform and hat. "...'Sigh'........I better get some food prepared for the others when they get here...."

The Robloxian makes his way into what Thomas assumes is the kitchen, he doesn't seem to have noticed him yet, who was he? Was he responsible for why he's here? No he doesn't seem capible enough, he must be working for whom ever brought him here!

Moving and quiet as a mouse Thomas slowly makes his way down the stairs, clutching his Dogtags so they didn't make any noise, walking carefully to make sure he didn't make to much noise while walking on the wooden floor he peers into the kitchen. The Robloxian seemed to be getting different ingredients out from some of the cabinets, a fresh Pizza Base, Tomato paste, cheese, pepperoni, ingredients for pizza, he must be their chef.

Sneaking up behind the Roboxian as they get their Pizza Cutter out for later he failed to consider the fact that the Robloxian would have seen his reflection in the metal surface of the Cutter, indicated by his frightened gasp, follwoed by him whipping around in fright, No time to dawdle.

In reflex Thomas grabs the Robloxian by the sholder, a small struggle insues as the the 2 thrash around, eventually leading to Thomas pinning him face down on the counter, lifting up his head by his hair as holding the Pizza Cutter the nape of his neck.

"Whoa WHOA WHOA!!!" The stranger attempts to plead.

"WHO ARE YOU! WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE!!" Thomas snarled, his grip as tight as iron.

The robloxian under him yelped in fear. "I-I DIDN'T BRING YOU HERE A SWEAR!! BELIEVE ME WE ALL ENDED UP HERE JUST THE SAME-"

"WHO'RE YOU WORKING FOR 敌特!?" Thomas growled, his grip on the stranger never wavering. He suddenly feels a hand clamp onto his shoulder from behind, he was then yanked off of the Yellow Robloxian by someone else and shoved to the side.

"EASY there pal, no need to get gnarly with anyone!" The new robloxian says sternly, this one had yellow skin like the first, short brown hair, a white shirt with "BLAME JOHN!!" Written on it, and Blue Sports Shorts, pointing a sword at Thomas.

"You with him!? Are you the one who brought me here!?" Thomas utters in a serious voice, prepared to fight if necessary.

"Wha- OH!! No no no! You've got it all wrong! N-No one here kidnapped anybody!" The new stranger stated hastily, lowering his sword. "It seems we've gotten off on the wrong hook, I'm Shedletsky, this is Elliot, we're...currently in the same situation you are right now"

Shedletsky? Elliot? Judging my the accents they seemed to be.....American? All Englishmen sound the same.

"Your....not gonna threaten me with my Pizza Cutter anymore.....right?" Elliot asks meekly, right, he still had that.

"....Nope! Don't worry there buddy!" Thomas says cheerfully? Whew! He almost let the bad stuff get the better of him again! 

The sudden personality shift sends the 2 strangers off a bit, but they shrug it off as him trying to act less threatening.

"Alright.......you might wanna sit down while we explain this bud" Shedletsky ushered him to the couch in the room over. 

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".......Sooooo.....we're stuck in a hellhole...." Thomas asks, deep in thought.

"yep..." He answer.

"And there ARE others here, but their still stuck in the current death game going on?" 

"Pretty much..."

".......I would have thought you'd be more freaked out about this" Elliot muttered.

"Why panic? Panicking will get us nowehere! Besides! It can't be all that bad!" Thomas chuckled. 

Shedletsky and Elliot look at eachother for a moment.

"Juuuuust wait until your first round buddy" Shedletsky winced, Thoma seemed like a good guy, othr then threatening Elliot with a pizza cutter he didn't seem all that dangerous, if not a tad unstable.

Needless to say todays round seemed to end much quicker then they throught, as suddenly the rest of the survivors appeared within the lobby, the timer must have run out.

"Whew!......Now that was a close one" Builderman wheezed out.

"The Spawn has blessed us with good fortune today!"

"Lady Luck has given us her favour!"

"A day won with much fervour, but stamina is a must for conservar"

"No need to worry Dusekkar! Chance and luck are on my side!"

"Please stop yelling..."

Wow........they seem like a lively bunch......THOMAS'S KIND OF PEOPLE!!

"Greetings new friends!" Thomas waves from the couch, catching everyones attention.

"Oh great, 'nother one!" Builderman groaned, just how many more people were going to be dragged into these SICK games!?

"Another survivor?" Noob questioned.

"Well WELL! Seems Lady Luck has given us another teammate!" Chance laughed wholeheartedly.

"A new friend we see, and a new foe we meet" Dusekkar states, looking Thomas up and down, he seems to frown a bit at a certain detail, Thomas is not sure what though.

One of the survivors, one who seemed to have messy black hair, pale grey skin, and a Blueish-Grey jacket worn over a shirt of a darer shade, a faded, almost stylised, Spawn symbol branded onto the shirt, gets a little to close to him for Thomas's liking.

"Blessed be the Spawn! A new ally to aid us in these times of need!" They said giddily, gazing over every detail, their smile seemed to widen after their gaze met with a certain detail on his shirt, was it what the pumpkin dude was looking at? "And fellow believer of the Spawn as well! Blessed be this day!!"

Believer of the WHAT now?? What did they say!?

"Believer of-.....huh?" Thomas uttered in confusion.

"Why our unwavering god of course! The Almighty Spawn!" Two-Time exclaimed joyously.

The..........Spawn......

The cave stretched far, despite the other residents warnings he stepped past the fence leading to the woods, it was dark and hollow, the only sound emmiting from it being his own footsteps. He felt a presence down one of the tunnels............was.........was that-

"Don't be sad Thomas!!"

Thomas just stared blankly for a few moments, which seemed to put Guest 1337 and Builderman off a bit.

".........Is there anywhere I can sleep? I'm feeling rather worn out!" Thomas says, his cheerful facade back in full force........he didn't feel good.....

"Oh, yeah! There's a bunch of Cabins outside, a new one appears every time a new survivor does, feel free to look around" Shedletsky explained, and Thomas just gave him a thankful nod before walking out of the Lobby.

"Does.......he strike you as odd to anyone else?" Noob asked hesitantly.

"As nice as he seems, secrets lie beneath the seams" Dusekkar states, while no oe can really make sense of half the stuff he's saying they definitely agreed with that.

"Trust me, you should have been here when he arrived, held me down with a Pizza Cutter to my throat demanding what we wanted with him" Elliot shudders, he still can't get over the sudden personality shift. "And after Shed calmed the situation down, he personality takes a massive flip and he just.....acts like nothing happened..."

"......Those tags.....he's a soldier, like me" Guest 1337 states. 

"Yeah, I noticed that to" Elliot sighed, whatever, now wasn't the time to think about this stuff, it's been a long 'day'.....best they all ate and rested up for tomorrow.

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Thomas walked along the grass, his footsteps echoing through the night with the sound of crickets, the world a lot duller now then when he first arrived, he stops infront of a cabin, his name engraved on a sign by the door, this must be it. Carefully opening the door Thomas steps inside, looking around he finds the interior to be similar to his actual room, the nightstand, the bed, even the closet.

Walking over to the closet he takes a look inside, finding all his clothes to be in there, if.....almost everything he owns is inside this cabin then-

He needs his meds.....

Rushing over to the bedside table and rummages through the drawers, moving stuff and even tossing stuff carelessly onto the floor until he finally finds what he's looking for, a 3 Bottles of his meds, only 3!? No no THERE HAD TO BE A WAY TO GET MORE....right?

Picking up one of the meds he pops one into his mouth, he'll need to use these sparingly until he can find more.

The run overtakes him immediately, and his dulling world brightens up again...ahh......thats better.....he feels better now. Placing the Pill Bottle on the table he looks at the mess he made gingerly, he better hit the hay! Bu first he should clean up this mess!

What kind of host would he be if people came over to see a messy living space?