"Ever heard of dance till your dead? How about twist till your dead?" Socks couldn't do anything except wait for the wheel to spin. He was basically playing a game of twister. A very, very dark version of twister. "Right hand yellow! Yellow is minus two fingers!" Socks screamed once two of his fingers were chopped off by a giant axe his friend currently held. His friend was hosting a deadly twister game. Socks had to just pray that he wouldn't get anything landed on red. Especially not the new thing his friend added to the board; Torso (Red). That would mean- "Left Leg blue! Safe." Socks moves his leg over to the blue and sighs in relief. "Give me something good!" Oof shouts in annoyance. Although he got what he wished for. "YES! Torso! Red! You know what that means! Red is always remove!" He steps on Socks's head and plants his face towards the twister game. He then raises his axe high above his head. Socks couldn't do anything except try to flail around the remaining parts of his body he had left. Oof slams the axe down and cuts his torso in half, separating his top half from his legs.

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Socks has stopped trying at this point. He could feel every bit of pain in those nightmares he's had. Every new nightmare hurt worse. Except for Woolfster's, that was the best thing he's had so far rather than being scared to death and tortured by everybody else. He looked at a photo on his desk, remembering everybody's death. A certain blonde caught his eye. A very sweet man with bright blue eyes who wouldn't even yell at anybody even if he lost a game or two. Even then, he couldn't trust if he would show Socks even a bit of sympathy. Not after what Socks had done.

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"You're doing fine idiot." Oof pats his back as they walk to their campsite. "The mosquitoes have stolen my blood!" Socks dramatically puts a hand on his forehead. "Shut up you big baby." Oof chuckles and shoved him into a tree. "Shit sorry." Oof says once Socks hits the tree. "Umpf! That was a bit aggressive." Socks dusts himself off. "I said sorry ya child." They make it to the path they were originally on and stop. "The path looks.. different. I guess." Socks looks where Oof was looking and there were a few splatters of red. "Eh." Oof says and skips down the path. "You buffoon wait for me!" Socks runs after him. He looks around as he seemed to have lost Oof. "Oof?" He calls out. "What the hell?!" Oof is heard shouting and Socks runs to find him. "Oof?!" He looks around till he finds a cliff. He walks towards it and gets down on his knees towards the edge. He walked away from the cliff with his head down after noticing the blood flowing in the river.