the-lost-guest

[the-lost-guest]

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[the-lost-guest]

“I don’t want to lose you too….”

He sniffles and closed his eyes, nudging his head against the other’s and sighing. He seemed to relax a little more…

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

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-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

[the-lost-guest]

“I need you here- everyone needs you here- please don’t g-give up…”

Guest continued to cry and lean down, muffled sobbing into to other’s shoulder. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing technically the only thing he had left here.

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

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He noted his face into the side of his lover’s head and tried to calm himself down. He was comforting 7 after all. He shouldn’t be crying right now…

“I need you…”

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

[the-lost-guest]

“I’m gonna fucking cry when you’re talking like that love-“

He let out a sob and hugged onto 7 tighter. He couldn’t handle the thought of losing the other like that. It may seem selfish but he needed 7…

“I can’t take the thought of you giving up…”

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

[the-lost-guest]

“Yes you can…please…”

Oh. Guest stared crying himself. The fear and worry of losing 7 to the Specter finally break himself.

“I-If you don’t- I-I don’t know what I’d do without you…”

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

[the-lost-guest]

“I know…we all do but right now that can’t happen…we will get out of here someday but before we do you need to be strong love…”

He took 7’s head into his hands and made him look at him, gently wiping away the tears.

“I know it’s hard…”

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

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“I know…”

He brought up his hand and held onto 7’s head gently, trying to comfort the distressed man as much as he possibly could.

“I’m right here I am not going anywhere…”

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

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“It’s okay…don’t apologize…”

He finished patching up 7’s arm before pulling him into another hug. He wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

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“Don’t apologize…”

He finished cleaning it up and dug through the kit again to grab the bandages, staring to wrap them around gently.

“There is nothing to apologize for.”

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

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“Teddy bear…”

Guest gently took the cut arm into his hands before letting go and grabbing a Medkit from under the bed.

The solider wounded sounded so gentle and soft. His touch was soft. He was being as gentle as he possibly could when he took the wipes from the kit and dabbed the blood.

“Did you just do this?”

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

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Guest stiffened a bit before pulling back and looking at his hands. Blood. His eyes widened, and he felt like his heart skipped a beat.

"7...Can you show me your arms, please?"

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

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Guest went silent before walking over to the bed and setting his shirt and vest down on it. He was suspicious. Who wouldn't be? He sighed before walking over and hugging his boyfriend.

"It was fine."

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

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"7? What are you doing?"

He stopped in the doorway, seeing the other scramble to hide something. He was concerned, and his eyes narrowed. If 7 is hiding something, it would be for a good reason, right?

1337 walked into the room with his uniform draped over his arm. He was in his off-duty clothes, looking a little tired. Seems like he just got back from a supply run.

@the-lost-guest

-> Fuck. He knew those heavy footsteps from anywhere. -> The survivalist breathed out, hurrying over to the small desk in the bedroom and messily stashed the blade away, trying to think of something, anything, to wrap his arm up with.

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“What were you doing out? Without a sentinel no doubt. That’s extremely dangerous Ellie…”

He decided to get up and sit on the side of the couch, gently rubbing his hand into Elliot’s hair.

Being out by yourself wasn’t the best option but Guest didn’t care. Elliot was gone and he had to find him. He had a feeling he knew where the pizza boy was at and maybe..he was right…

@the-lost-guest

-> That mockery of the Builder Brothers' Pizzeria wasn't too far from Yorick's. A place that Elliot once called home, now made into a crude copy to mock him. -> Whatever lights that worked in the building seemed to be on and a figure was moving around inside.

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“A lot of unfortunate events. After admins started saying Guests were bad people just decided to kill us off and hunt us down.”

Guest leaned back again and crossed his arms, looking in front of him and keeping his head down.

“People decide the bad overrules the good and needed is all dead.”

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“Chance.”

The solider was outside near a tree, adjusting his gloves and wrappings. The stump of the tree had a dent in it. Guest seemed to be using it as a punching bag.

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“I just got here Ellie…I’m not injured. I was worried about you.”

He reached up and placed a hand on Elliot’s shoulder to hopefully calm him down, help him relax.

“Are you okay?”

Being out by yourself wasn’t the best option but Guest didn’t care. Elliot was gone and he had to find him. He had a feeling he knew where the pizza boy was at and maybe..he was right…

@the-lost-guest

-> That mockery of the Builder Brothers' Pizzeria wasn't too far from Yorick's. A place that Elliot once called home, now made into a crude copy to mock him. -> Whatever lights that worked in the building seemed to be on and a figure was moving around inside.