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The sound of a loud scream made me jolt violently and I looked to the direction it came from. I inched away from the generator I was working on and sighed and I saw sparks flicker. Damn Ruin. On the way towards the hook, my eyes caught on a totem with a flame beneath it. No need to waste eight years trying to undo it. I kick it over and stomp the fire out, making my way towards the hook. My brows lifted when I saw Ace hanging there, and he beamed dramatically, "You're here! Great! He's chasing locker boy. Unhook me."
He held his arms out happily and I scoffed, "Are you kidding? You seriously think I could lift you?"
Ace frowned, "Well, they don't exactly have beer here, so my beer gut is fading, I think, and with it, my sexy physique. Come on, hurry, those claw things are appearing."
I groan and make my way over, wrapping my arms around his legs and heaving him upwards unsuccessfully. He frowned, "Oh, come on, just lift from your legs!"
I tried again and groaned, huffing quietly and stepping back, "If it's so easy! Do it yourself!" Ace vaulted off the hook effortlessly with a "hup!" and my jaw dropped, "You-... I-..." He snickered and I huffed, trying to conjure words as I began mending bandages over the deep hole in his chest. In the distance, I saw a hulking figure with a baton and sparks emitting off of him. I feel my muscles tense, "Wh- Who's that? I havent seen that killer before."
Ace hummed, "Oh, that's Herman."
I gave him a quizzical look, "His name is Herman...? Is that supposed to be scary?"
Ace shrugged a shoulder, "Most killers have basic white boy names. Caleb, Herman, Evan, Frank, Joey, Michael..."
I snickered, "And Ace?"
He scoffed, "I am not your average white man. I'm from Argentina... Or Italy. Or Vegas. Who knows? But I'm sexy, and Herman is probably the name I can least imagine myself moaning." I slapped his arm and he snickered as we tucked away into the shadows in search for another generator. He kept close, and when we finished a generator, we split up. It wasn't long until Doctor was on me, and a hook was piercing through my chest. It took a few seconds before Ace appeared in front of me. He crossed his arms, "Huh. How the tables turn."
I groaned, "Just unhook me, Ace."
He hummed, "Tell me I'm sexy."
I scoffed, "Be sexy, and I will." Ace just raised his eyebrows and I groaned, "Alright, fine. You're the sexiest Italian Vegas Man from Argentina I know."
He snickered and lifted me off of the hook. He looked aside, "He's headed over here. Go hide. I'll take him." He gave a supportive slap on the back before moving away and slamming a pallet down, hollering and making the most noise possible to attract the killer. I smiled at the gesture, and ducked away again.
