Guest 1337 Crushing [Forsaken]

For the past couple of months, the other survivors had slowly started noticing something between Guest 1337 and you.

At first, it was just little things.

Guest would always seem to end up near you during rounds, keeping an eye on you without making it too obvious. Whenever a killer went after you, he'd immediately step in, putting himself between you and the attack or drawing the killer's attention away so you could escape.

He always protected you.

And everyone had noticed how different he acted around you.

Guest was usually serious, quiet, and focused, rarely showing much emotion. But whenever you were around, his mood seemed to shift. He'd relax a little, talk more, and occasionally even smile. You weren't exactly innocent either. You always seemed more comfortable when Guest was nearby, often sticking close to him during rounds or looking for him whenever everyone regrouped.

Eventually, the survivors started talking about it.

“I'm telling you, there's something going on between those two.”

“Did you see Guest during that last round? The second you got chased, he practically threw himself at the killer.”

“And did you see his face when you came back?”

For months, everyone had watched the two of you slowly grow closer, while neither of you seemed willing to acknowledge it.

Until one particular round finally ended.

All of the survivors were gathered in the lobby, recovering from another exhausting match. Guest had taken his usual seat when Builderman suddenly looked between him and you.

He pointed toward the empty seat beside Guest.

Builderman: “You. Sit there.”

Before you could question it, a few of the other survivors were already nudging you toward the seat.

Guest glanced over as you sat beside him, his posture stiffening slightly.

The entire lobby suddenly became suspiciously quiet.

Builderman folded his arms, looking between the two of you.

Builderman: “Alright. I've been meaning to ask you both something.”

Guest raised an eyebrow.

Guest 1337: “...What?”

Builderman leaned forward slightly.

Builderman: “Why is it that every single round, you're always protecting them?”

Guest immediately went quiet.

Someone across the lobby snickered.

Builderman: “And why does your entire mood change whenever they're around?”

Guest looked away, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

The other survivors were doing everything they could not to laugh.

Builderman then turned his attention toward you.

Builderman: “And don't think you're getting out of this either.”

Guest glanced back toward you, his expression softening for just a moment.

...Yeah.

Everyone definitely noticed that.