*he rubs his head*
^am i dreaming or something?^
*he goes up to the game*
“Hello.....?”

*the voices continue as though he isn't there*

*the screen suddenly changes to full-on static*

*five points of light spring to life, slowly moving downward, extending themselves until Savino is looking at a white hand pressed against the screen*

*his eyes widen*
“What the hell......?”
*he puts his hand to the screen*

(lol this'll be a long one. getting my laptop)

*Savino feels a burning sensation*

*it starts at his hand and starts to spread*

*he finds that he cannot move his arm anymore, it is stiff as stone*

(Oh no)
*savino winces in pain he tries to move his arm*
“Help! Someone fucking help!”

(Let him suffer!)

*the heat, the pain, it all spreads along his limbs*

*he feels a sharp stab in his side as it spreads farther along his body*

*a blast feels like it breaks his legs apart*

*he feels a hole open up in his chest, blood pouring out into his clothing*

*all of this happens, yet he can see his reflection in the screens around him, no wounds are present*

*as it gets to his head, he feels cold hands wrapped around his throat, agony like no other as his brain dies a thousand times*

*then all is dark and silent*

-----

(Opp?)

*the first thing he hears are sounds, screaming, sounds of horror*

*in his hands are cold steel weapons, his eyes open wide on a field of green. People run from him as his fingers close on metal triggers*

*it's life fireflies at night. That's all he can think of as the guns go off in either hand. The bodies of men, women, and children falling in front of him as red dots spray over their bodies*

*the scene flashes, and he stands in his old soccer field, surrounded by dead bodies*

*glancing among them, he sees the faces of his family, his teammates, their eyes wide with horror*

(0_0)

*a hand grabs his shoulder, and he turns to look at a face he recognizes*

Yan - "Well? Going to join the party or what?"

*the boy leans in for a kiss before leading you off through doors that weren't there before. The grassy field is left behind as Savino rushes through a large luxurious dining hall*

*as he stares at the crowd, it's like he can see blood running down their clothing. Then he realizes he can. Red drops rain down from above*

*staring at the ceiling, he sees bodies. Bodies of children. Of men. Of women. Hanging from ropes and wires as the party goes on beneath. The party-goers look up and cheer as a young man steps out onto a balcony high above*

Yan - "I still can't believe HE won the Killing Game. Kind of a boring winner really."

*Savino can feel his head nod in agreement as the scene vanishes like a gust of wind, replacing him in darkness once more*

(Im so nervous for what is gonna happen 😂😂😂😂)

*the next sensation is one of heat. Slowly his eyes open to find himself surrounded by a burning room. Beds and dressers are alight with fire, bookshelves and chairs lie in disarray as though they've been knocked over by a large force*

*nearby, a few bodies lie beneath burning wood and furniture, their clothing a strange dark uniform of sorts. The smell. The smell is horrible.*

*staring down at his own body, Savino realizes he's wearing similar armor, seconds before the door to the room is busted open*

*in rush men in grey uniforms, their faces covered by masks, guns aimed at his face*

*feeling resentment, Savino goes for his weapon, aiming at one of the men as a force slams into his head from behind*

*all goes to black once more*

(How rude whoever hit him from behind)

*the next scene shifts quickly. It goes through trials. Trials Savino doesn't understand. People he doesn't recognize. Then come the deaths. A young boy choking the life from him. A girl stabbing him in the side with fear in her eyes. London, his own London, his friend, lighting him on fire*

*everytime one flashes, he wakes up in a bed, anxious eyes over his body. And everytime, he hears the same phrases*

"Again?"

"Yes. Again."

*each one is more painful than the last. More gruesome. He feels death and despair overtaking him, and then suddenly his whole world goes bright white*