Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

Skeletons verses Dead by Daylight

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, [SHIZ]!"

"Blue, brah, watch da lingo!"

"SORRY, FRESH!"

Yeah, no. That's not how Error wanted to start the day. Or his day, at least, since is was dark out.

He had only just opened his door to hear the screaming from the lounge room, easily identifying Blue and Fresh as the culprits solely by the speech styles. Whatever they were doing brought down not only him, but also a certain goopy skeleton and his love sick entourage, who were coming down from the third floor.

The two dark skeletons shared a look and a shrug, not knowing what was going on. Together, entourage in tow, they descended the stairs to find out what was going on, following Blue's occasional squeaks and censored swears.

They found them in the corner of the lounge room sitting at an array of computer on a table that wasn't there yesterday. With them were also Ink, Dust and surprise guest Classic.

Classic cried out. "Ink, you [funking] [radhole]! Let me go!"

"Language, dude!"

Ink looked to Blue with a worried expression. "What am I supposed to do with him now?"

"YOU NEED TO FIND A HOOK AND PLACE HIM ON IT, SO HE CAN BE SACRIFICED!" Blue explained.

"Seems like a waste of perfectly good L.V, if you ask me." Dust muttered.

"IT'S JUST WHAT YOU DO IN TH- AHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAH!" Blue screamed again, followed by hysterical laughter.

Error had enough of the confusion. "What are you screaming about?"

"Some game Classic and Blue have been playing recently. They roped us into it cause they needed more players and didn't want to deal with randoms. It ain't all that realistic, though." Dust answered.

"It's called Dead by Daylight. It's a game where you- Toby damn it, I died. It's a game where four survivors are trying to repair generators to open a door while a serial killer is huntin' 'em down to sacrifice to an evil tree-creature thing." Classic explained.

Error looked at Nightmare, surprised. "There's a video game where people get killed in your honor and you never told me?"

"It's news to me. Are the serial killers the Gang?"

Blue laughed. "No, no, no. It's a human game, it's not about you or the Gang, Nightmare."

Nightmare's tentacles drooped in disappointment. "Oh, that's a shame."

Killer hugged one of Night's tentacles. "If ya want, I can find some sacrifices for you!"

Dream hit the back of Killer's skull. "No, Kills! No sacrificing people!"

Error walked over behind Blue, putting his glasses on to watch the screen. "Is this like that other game you showed me? The one with the robots?"

"THAT WAS FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S! SIMILAR PRINCIPLES, BUT MULTIPLAYER AND YOU CAN ACTUALLY RUN AROUND RATHER THEN JUST STAY IN ONE PLACE!"

"Why are you hiding in the building? And who's the weird person with the chainsaw?"

"SHHHHHHH!"

"Oh, did I walk past you again?"

Chainsaw noises sounded from Ink and Blue's computers. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! NOT AGAIN!"

Some time later, Ink pouted. "But I killed Classic and Dust! Why did I only get a pity win?"

"YOU NEED TO KILL EVERYONE TO WIN, INK!" Blue told him, having a mini party in his seat for managing to escape.