Time for Another Loop (A fanfic about Roblox Pressure)

So, Learn to Fight

(Currently going through Hazbin Hotel, so I might throw in some stuff here in there that's akin to it. Happens to me.)

I woke up on a black floor and looked around. Emptiness. I was looking around at emptiness. I was just on a plain of black with a sky of black. I could look down and see my body though, so there was somehow light. There was also a book next to me. It had 'READ ME OR YOU HAVE SKIBBIDY RIZZ' on the front. I picked it up and began reading.

"Dear Michael. It is me, Virus. Well, this was written by me. I am currently puttting your mind in a lucid dream type state where you will be pit against monsters I make to... make you better at fighting. That's all I have to say. Now you're probably wondering what's with this large book for this small message. Flip the page."

I flipped it, and the rest of the book was hollowed out for a knife. I pulled it out, and then there was a small message.

"Behind you. Holy SHIT!"

I yelled that last part because I had turned around quick enough to block a knife blow from a humanoid like creature. Naked, but without private parts. No face. No hair. No fucking nothing. Just the shape of a human. It was like... a shadow. I quickly pushed it away and ran back. It ran after though, and it was quicker.

"Virus! You're a fucking bitch!" 

I tried blocking yet again, but I felt the knife connect with my neck. I fell down, and then it flipped me onto my back and straddled my waist. It's knife raised and I could only watch and scream as the knife went up and came down again and again into my stomach. My skin split, and my intestines and stomach were stabbed.

"Fuck! Get off me!"

I tried pushing it off and stabbing at it, but it parried and grabbed my wrist. It stabbed my arm and I dropped the blade. It picked it up, and it started to stab twice as fast. I felt my life faid, and soon, I was dead.

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I woke up on the floor next to the book again. I was panting and lifted my shirt. My stomach was alright, and I sighed in relief. I then also noticed I had a purple hoodie and jeans on.

"Fuck... what's with the color purple. It's symbolic."

I picked up the book, and then read the first page again.

"That's what you get for calling me a bitch. >:("

I took the knife out again, and quickly turned around. Now that I knew this was just a very realistic feeling dream, I didn't have as much fear. I lunged at the creature... and got a face full of knife. I died instantly and this woke up on the floor instantly. Grabbed the knife, turned around, and this time parried the blow that was about to hit me. It stumbled back and then I lunged. I stabbed the stomach out of pettiness, and it fell.

"Take that you mother fughin bitch!"

I then stabbed its blade arm a bunch of time, and gave IT the Swiss cheese treatment. My vision was practically, well, not red. It was almost purple. I then plunged the knife deep into its neck and pulled it diagonal to the left. There. Dead. I was panting and wiping black blood off my face when a letter fell from the sky.

"Now what?"

I picked it up and opened it. I pulled out a pistol of some sort and a letter.

"Now for guns... oh no."

I wiped around and started looking for whatever would attack me next. I couldn't see the black person I had to shoot (I swear I'm not racist) since everything was black. I saw a glint coming off something and immediately started shooting in that direction. I didn't relent until I unloaded the whole mag. I ran over and saw another creature with the number one inscribed on it.