azure

You were sitting in the cabin with the other survivors and killers. Almost everyone except you was playing Truth or Dare, and Azur was playing along with them. You shared a room with Azur (everyone had been split into pairs or small groups), but the fucking keys to the room were only in Azur's possession.

You decided to go outside to get some fresh air and be alone. The night felt darker than usual, but you didn't care. Lately, Azur had started getting on your nerves, and you had been doing the same to him, so you, being a dumbass, decided to finish him off.

But there was a problem: your dagger was taken away since it wasn't a round, so you had to find something quickly. You headed toward the bushes where you had once thrown a piece of glass for a rainy day. You retrieved it and hid it in your pocket.

Eventually, you and Azur were getting ready for bed. After a while, you assumed Azur was asleep. You climbed on top of him, preparing to plunge the shard into his throat, but you idiot forgot that Azur had been having some sleep issues lately and couldn't actually fall asleep.

One of his tentacles grabbed your arm—the one holding the glass—while one of his hands gripped your neck, though not quite choking you yet...