Tracy had spent the past hour storming the corridors, occasionally stabbing walls, portraits, and anything else that got in her way. She could still feel her head pounding, and her hands were shaking. The corridors were dark, and she flinched with every slight of movement.
”I’ll kill the murderer, and end all this.”
The quietness was driving her mad. Nothing but endless corridors, old forum posts, and the sound of her own footsteps on the floor. “I can’t wait to get out of here,” Tracy muttered to herself.
Suddenly there was a flash of pink, and she spun, throwing her knife with almost deadly precision. Well, almost deadly.
”Oops, sorry Ventratta!” Tracy said, tugging the knife out of the floor. Ventratta let out an angry meep, and scampered back into the shadows.
“But what if Ventratta was the murderer?” Tracy said outloud, “I’ve let the murderer get away!”
She turned to follow, but the noise of footsteps could be heard. Spinning round, she could see three figures.
”Tracy? Is that you? You’ve got to come back with us. It’s not safe out here.”
”S-stay away! I’m armed.”
One of the figures extended an arm. Tracy stepped back.
“Get away from me, murderer!”
“Oh great, she’s gone mad.” That sounded like Crystal.
“I’ve not gone mad! I- I just need to do this, okay? I don’t want you getting in my way. There’s no point in injuring civilians. Unless you’re the murderer of course.”
There was a stunned silence. Tracy took this as an opportunity to flee. She could hear protests in the distance, followed by the thudding of footsteps in pursuit.
“Think, Tracy, think!” She weaved around a few corners, and dived into an abandoned thread, and waited for the other mods to run past. She quietly crept back into the corridor, and slumped down against the wall.
“Ok, ok, gotta calm down. Maybe I should go back and find the guys, and… then we can figure this out together. No point in going all vigilante… hey, where did my knife go?”
She fumbled about on the floor, but it was gone. A shiver ran down her spine.
“You’re here, aren’t you.”
“Yes.”
“I thought as much. I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“It’s hard to find someone, when they’re behind you.”
”You’ve been following me?”
“I’ve been waiting, waiting for the moment to strike. I know exactly where everyone is right now, and I can assure you, the last they’ll hear of you is the bloodcurdling scream as you die.”
Tracy felt her breath catch in her throat. “Sorry, Meowth. Sorry everyone. I’ve failed you…”
”Stop being melodramatic, this is my moment.”
“Go on then. Stab me with my own knife.”
“Ohh, you think…? No, I took your knife as means of self protection. Although, the way you threw it earlier… I don’t think I’m in much danger.”
“Then how are you going to kill me?”
The murderer grabbed Tracy by the shoulder, and pressed their palm against her forehead. She could feel them entering her mind, her self-profile.
“Wh- what are you doing? Please, get out of there… oh… oh no.”
They stepped away, smirking.
“My… my postcount. You’ve done something to it.”
“Correct. 8,905.ninja to be precise. I hope you’ve enjoyed life… because it’s about to end very soon”.
Tracy could already feel the gears in her mind halting… her mind was rejecting the change. Soon, her body would go into a “system crash”, she would stop functioning, and she would be the fifth victim of the murderer.
“I… you…”
“Remember when we revived you when you did it to yourself?” They threw a
link at Tracy’s trembling body. “It was a close call, but we managed to bring you back to life. But now I fully intend to sit here, and watch you die.” They laughed.
“Wh… what h-uughh-appened to you? I… liked… you were a good person”.
“People change. For example, you’re currently transitioning from ‘alive’ to ‘dead’”.
Tracy felt herself slipping away. It was over.
“Goodbye Tracy”.
“Goodbye, jerk face.”
There's my death anyway XD Feel free to pick it apart.
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