Prompt: Say my name

"What did you do?" asked Ren, yet again floating in the void, facing his spectator double.

"Just disposed of you. I need your body." He replied.

"But why? Why possess everyone? What's your goal?"

The spectator seemed to pause at that. In a second, his confusion turned to his usual sneer.

"None of your business" He said, turning his back as they regained consciousness.

The spectator got up, grabbed a sword and headed to where the others were hiding out. He knew exactly where they were. He let a grin take over his face for a second, before grabbing a handful of fireworks. This was going to be easy. He is going to be so happy with him.

"Who?"

"Shut up"

-=+=-

The sun was now high above the horizon. It was a warm day, cloudless despite last night's storm. Cub, X and Jevin were flying around the main island, trying to find if there were any hermits unpossesed. They were currently gliding over the fantasy district. They spotted a figure flying off into the direction of Hermitville. X shrugged and followed them, they needed to check hermitville anyway. The lack of a portal meant they were going to be flying for some time.

-=+=-

Some time later, they had reached the village. It was hard to miss, with the amount of towering structures marking hermitville out. They had lost sight of the other player, however. The three landed near the gate of Hermitland, looking for any signs of life. A scream from the shopping street made them start running through the archway towards the sound.

Cleo, Scar and Joe were trying to fight off Ren and Stress. The three were loosing, Ren and Stress were obviously the imposters, fighting with a proficiency superior to any hermit. X ran in, sword swinging to ambush the spectators. Cub and Jevin weren't far behind. 6 against 2, Ren and Stress were quickly beat, two more death messages to add to the pile.

Cleo then turned to X.

"How do we know your not a spectator too?"

"How do we know you're not the spectator? X questioned back.

" What's my name? "Cleo asked, thinking on the spot a question that the spectators might not know.

" What?" Jevin exclaimed. Why wouldn't the spectators know their names.

"Come on, just say my name" Cleo taunted, sword raised.

"Zombiecleo" Cub simply said. That seemed to be enough evidence for Cleo, nodding and lowering her sword.

They moved inside of cherry, talking about their experiences the previous night, and the Ren incident. If a spectator could be turned back by killing them, they just had to find them, make them die and stop their friends from dying again. Sounds easy enough.