chapter 1 - The Duo's Match

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~Burke's POV~

Duo matches... I never liked those. I'd always get complaints from the other "hunters" about my walls blocking they're way, and it angered me.
I couldn't see them on my monitors as good as I could see the little survivor run away from my attacks.
After getting so many complaints, I simply never applied for duos ever again. Playing with so many people stressed me out anyway.

But this time... It was the first time I ever wanted to play duos this badly.

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"Burke... You're taking a place in duos today??"
The lady in front of me looked confused, knowing about my hatred towards this stupid game mode.
She giggled, her hand covering her mouth.
"You're joking... Right?.."
I sighed.
I knew she wouldn't take me seriously. Mary was one of the only hunters I ever talked to about duos. She's heard a lot of my opinions on it, and knows i'd never play it again. But this time... is a special time for me.
A chance to play with someone that I admire greatly.
"I'll be in the duo's match tonight wether you like it or not."
She looked at me, unsure, but still handed me the registration number for the match.

420 850 698

After thanking Mary, I made my way to the Hell ember. He held a machine in his hands, looking at me in shock as I got closer and closer, a paper with numbers on it in my right hand.
"You're joking. Burke? In duos? Now this is gonna be a fun match."
Leo was a strange one. He was a hunter that liked seeing his prey bleed.
Struggle and scream for help, looking at the fear in they're eyes as he approached them.
A really weird one.
I quickly gave him the paper, ignoring whatever he was chatting about. Beck quickly noticed my ignorance and sighed, finally closing his mouth.
I couldn't care less about what the others thought about me and the matches.
All I could think of right now, is him.
The man I sacrificed this long night for to play duos with.
Just thinking about him made my heart beat speed up. Shit. This is bad for my age... I need to calm down quick before I start skipping breathes.

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~Percy's POV~

"Burke joueras un match de duo's today... I have not  seen him play in a long time. This is going to be intéressant..."
Standing in front of me was the Photographer. A picture In his hands that he didn't seem to want to take his eyes off of. The white haired adult never seemed to talk to anyone but himself. Rarely have I ever seen him interact with others since i've arrived. He's french, after all.
Standing besides him was The Ripper.
He was quite charming to say the less. Everyone preferred to stay away from him, especially the girls. Never has he hurt anyone out of the games, but it was best not to take a chance. A serial killer, known to have murdered woman, specifically prostitutes.
He does talk to others, even tho no one ever answers. Always so kind and generous...
"Yo. Percy. Your match starts in 3 minutes, hurry up and go to the waiting room."
The tall reptilian looked annoyed, handing me my weapon with his tail.
I took it, staying polite, and made my way to the waiting room down the hall.
When I stepped in, there was two chairs. They're été big, definitely not for a survivor. But big enough to fit me, and all the other hunters.
On one of them was Mad Eyes, a hunter that you don't see often around here. He didn't look at me, focused on the table far away back in the room.
A total of 8 survivors were sitting at it, all exchanging words and laughs between each other.
After observing the preys, I sat down in the empty chair, immediately getting transported to the play ground.
I looked around me, seeing a bunch of markets and umbrellas. The new map.
Well this is gonna be an interesting match....

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The match was going well so far.
Three survivors were left, the three of them being the Seer, the Grave Keeper and the Painter.
The Artist was currently being attacked by Mad Eye's walls.
On my side, I've been trying to get the blondie. He was limping, in pain. I couldn't care less about the survivor's state, all I wanted was to win.
One more charged attack was enough to down the young man.
The other hunter walked up to me. He looked away again. Was he avoiding looking at my face??
"The Seer and the Painter are in chairs. I managed to get both of them."
I nodded. The air was silent. All we could hear was our last prey's whining. He was in pain, and i couldn't care less.
"Put him in a chair. His whimpers make me sick."
The older hunter sighed. Wrapping the survivor in balloons and transporting him to the nearest chair.
I followed him, not wanting to stay behind.
The survivor was tied up to a chair and sent flying towards the sky.
We won.
Now everything was calm. All we could hear was the umbrellas bump into each other.
I look down at Mad Eyes, who seemed to be looking at me since the albino flied off.
He looked away as soon as we met eye contact.
"You're avoiding my face."
"Sorry."
I growled, annoyed.
It's not like he's the only one that avoids looking at me all the time. But this time it just...
I felt something.
I never felt it around the other hunters. It's like i wanted him to look at me.
It was a strange feeling. I never felt it before.
Suddenly, our eyes met.
His eyes were just... so special. I liked looking at them. It made me feel at ease.
"You know... playing with you was awesome, Percy."
What is this.
I feel... warm. Like i was alive again, all in one piece.
"We should play duo's together more often, if you don't mind."
I look away from the older man. Playing this type of matches with him again... I can't turn my eyes away from such a good offer.
Downing all those survivors before they even get the chance to decode more than three machines...
"Yes. We're a pretty good team. Actually."
I say, trying to ignore Mad Eye's staring.
After standing there for a while, we both decided it was now time to head back to the manor.

What a match... am i right?

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LMAOOO HEY.
I will probably continue this cause it's rlly funny and i have nothing to do during lunch break.

This is all obviously a joke,,,
or is it 🥺💞

-Your friendly neighborhood spider-man

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