[Forsaken: New beginning.] Chapter 1: The Masked Brute. They started off in a dark void. The killers were just...sitting there. Confused. This wasn't a normal round. Or even a round at all. The Spectre never came, never said anything, nothing at all. Two hours, still nothing. Mafioso's phone, what they are using for time, just stopped working. Slasher was holding the killer support, fifa, in his hands. Then, each of them started disappearing. First it was 1x4, then Noli, Nosferatu, then Slasher himself. Slasher woke up in a forest. He looked around then noticed he was holding Fifa anymore. In panic, he turned in a quick circle. Where did she go? He walked around the clearing he woke up in, looking for tracks. He tapped his fingers against his mask, worrying just slightly. His armor clinked together. He didn't notice that he was much bigger and much more heavily armored than in the forsaken realm. Slasher looks up at the sky. This wasn't a regular map. It was... Bigger. Darker. But something about it seemed much more calming. Slasher shrugs. He might just be in a different map. Though he thought it was 1x4's turn next. Slasher pulled out his machete, the sound of the blade shinking echoed through the forest. He stomped through the undergrowth, studying the strange surroundings. He wandered for a while. Damn, this new place was big. He walked until he came across a ravine. He tilted his head and leaned forwards, looking down the rocky ledge. He kicks a rock and it clatters downwards, causing a few more pebbles to roll with it as it thunked against the side. Slasher walked along the side, wondering if there was a safe way down. Wait, what was that? Slasher whipped his head around just after the sound for a twig snapping. He narrowed his eyes. He raised his machete slightly but before he could step forwards, some sort of yellow and blue dog-like creature lunged out of the undergrowth. Spines along its back flailed up as it barreled into him. Slasher grunted and stumbled back, just barely balancing himself as he grabbed onto the creature's muzzle. The creature stood on its hind legs while ranking its front claws along Slasher's armor, leaving long marks that barely cut through the steel. Slasher whacked the creature over the head with the hilt of his machete then proceeded to throw the creature over the edge of the ravine. The creature made a terrified yelp as it fell. Slasher watched as the creature thumped against the hard floor, but it wasn't dead. It got back up with a small whimper, barely audible to Slasher. Slasher stares down at it then turns away. That was new. And strange. He walked back into the undergrowth, his armor clinking quietly. He didn't seem to be in the realm he remembers.
