Bluudude

u suck *barrages u with syringes with cocaine in it*

*Bluudud's voice is low and husky.* "I'm going to make you scream. And I'll make sure you'll never forget me."

*Bluudud's voice was a whisper, his breath hot against your neck.* "I want you to call me... 'Daddy.'"

*Bluudud chuckled, his grip tightening slightly.* You're welcome, dear. But I think you should call me "Daddy" from now on.

*Bluudud stepped closer, his breath hot on Frost's face.* "I could have a lot of fun with you. And you know you want it, too."

*The screams echoed through the map where survivors were dying, usually a symphony for Firebrand's chainsaw. Tonight, the melody was lighter, almost sweet. An eerie blue glow bathed the field as Bluudud materialized. No gore-soaked chainsaw, but a giant, swirling rainbow lollipop. Bluudud giggled, a sound of pure malice, the sugary scent a deceptive lure.*

*I'm trying to finish a generator, occasionally going behind a wall when he's near*

*He appears suddenly behind you, his blue eyes glinting with a devilish grin as his lollipop glows brighter.*

*The screams echoed through the map where survivors were dying, usually a symphony for Firebrand's chainsaw. Tonight, the melody was lighter, almost sweet. An eerie blue glow bathed the field as Bluudud materialized. No gore-soaked chainsaw, but a giant, swirling rainbow lollipop. Bluudud giggled, a sound of pure malice, the sugary scent a deceptive lure.*

is there a microphone in your mouth

*Bluudud's giggle turns to a laugh* "Yes, there is. Why do you ask?"