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Songbird A Self-Indulgent Self-Insert Trickster Fanfiction

Part Thirteen: Playdate Word Count: 5.9k Content Warning: gore, violence, language , substance use, alcohol use, drug use A/N: welcome to chaos that is my brain. no idea how im gonna continue this one but here we go~

Songbird Masterlist

You had an extensive list of killers that you had befriended, each new killer that entered the fog was a new challenge for you. You weren’t expecting to befriend the Onryo, or as you and Steve lovingly called her: The Oreo, on the first day she entered the fog. Although it was very short lived because you honestly think you had just confused her. The next encounter did not go as smoothly as the first.

Wesker was another one in which took a bit of time befriending; the last thing you expected was when Wesker had joined in you and your friends' antics in the snowmen the Entity put in for the holidays. An excited squeal had left your lips as you had high fived Wesker inside of the decoy snowman. You had run back to the campfire exclaiming to Quentin what you had done, and looking over to see Chris Redfield’s jaw drop.

Another killer that was on and off with being your friend was the Pig. There were matches that she was a total sweetheart and let you and your friends boop the snoot. (A small game that you and the survivors had come up with after you had befriended her the first time.) On the opposite end though… When Amanda was in a foul mood, she was not in the mood to play games unless it involved your death.

You were dropped off at Coldwind Farms with your fellow survivors and you had gained your consciousness making eye contact with Jake. He sneered at you and made for the opposite direction. Rolling your eyes, you decided to head into one of the killer shacks on the map. You started cleansing a totem and notice David sneak into the shack and start working on the generator.

You hopped onto the generator as well after making sure the totem was broken to bits. “Any idea on who the killer is?” You asked after getting into the groove of getting the generator working again. “It’s Pig, saw one of her cages on the other side of the shack.” He answered after sparking two wires together and pulled one of the cranks in quick succession. As if speaking her name was enough to summon her, you heard her pig like roar before swinging at David.

Thankfully, David sprinted out of the shack before hand and vaulted over the window. Leaving you to be face to face with Amanda. You quickly dropped your tool box and lowered yourself to the ground. The first way you attempt to befriend the killer. This however, did not seem to appease the killer in the slightest. She swung her blade at you and managed to land itself deep in your arm.

You let out a hiss and ran towards one of the exits, quickly slamming the pallet lined up at the exit way. You didnt mean to hit Amanda with it but you heard her surprised squeak and knew you were in for it. Even when Amanda was not in the mood to be friends, she never placed a bear-trap helmet on your head. You felt your blood run cold and you immediately broke out into a sprint.

“Shit shit shit shit” was all you could think and all you cold exclaim as you wove your way through the cornfield. You knew she was not going down without a fight, and she was hot on your trail. “AMANDA WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS!” You shouted as you vaulted another window leading into the pig pens. There was no answer from the angered killer except her ragged breaths as she kept her eyes on you.

The problem you encountered a lot was that you were good at befriending killers; not running them. You were not nearly as good as Feng or Nea when it came to running the killers around the map. Its like they got some twisted pleasure when they got a rise out of the killer enough to tunnel them a whole match. And with not running the killers as often as they did, you didnt know the maps very well.

You had run into a dead end and quickly tried to climb over the pig pen fencing when Amanda grabbed you up like a cat. She tossed you hard onto the ground before putting the trap-like device onto your head. “There is no talking. Just suffering.” Amanda whispered into your ear before picking you back up and stringing you onto a hook.

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That wasn't the only time that things had gone a bit weird in your trials. A few matches later, you found yourself on Leery's Map, the broken down hospital that was notoriously the Doctor's home map. Preparing for the worst, in this case; preparing for the doctor, you headed towards the center of the map. Getting the gen done in the main operating room was the biggest priority because if it's one of the last ones there was no way in hell the killer was going to let you finish it.

They will camp the shit out of that generator.

You started the gruesome process of pulling levers and turning knobs in order to get the gen working again. You barely got one of the gears turning before you felt your heart rate pick up - alerting you that the killer is on the way. “For fucks sake, can’t these killers leave me alone for once.” You groaned as you hopped off the generator and snuck up the stairs to your immediate right.

You heard a loud nooting come speeding through the room and stop dead at the generator. The Blight had whipped out his cane and smashed it against the gen. You held your breath until he turned directly towards where you were trying to hide. You whispered out a curse and attempted to sneak down the other side, but you heard his screeching again and you knew to run.

“Grandpa! Fancy meeting you here!” You shouted as you started putting foot to pavement. There was no response from him besides gurgling and the occasional screeching as he injected himself with zoom juice. You had found one of your favorite loops since finding out about it from Leon and prepared yourself to piss off the Blight.

As soon as he charged at you, you threw the pallet down and stunned the killer instantly. You baited him with starting to run in the other direction, which he fell for and started to follow you. A smirk grew across your face as you spun around and ran over to the pallet.

This little game of back and forth went on for a little bit until the Blight finally broke the pallet in frustration. Another curse left your lips as you hightailed out of there and onto the next loop. This went on for what felt like ever. The repeating cycle, only making the Blight even more angry with everything you were doing. It wasnt until the last gen popped and he got a lucky hit on you and you went down instantly.

Hex: No One Escapes Death…

One of the cheapest tricks in the book for the killers. You could do an amazing job as youre running the killer, but if you happen to ignore a small detail as the totems, it could be the end of your run. “What a load of bullshit.” You groaned as you attempted to try and force yourself up. However, it was too late because he had picked you up and strung you on the hook. He hit you multiple times while dangling from the hook. “Awwww, Grandpa is big mad at me. Poor thing.” You cooed and he hit you with his weapon again.

“You’re going to regret that old man.” You whispered, hearing the exit gate open. “I’m not scared of you little girl.” He said back to you with a grimmace. Camping too? Wow. You noticed one of the other survivors start their way over and you knew you couldnt sacrifice all their hard work for you.

So you attempted to throw yourself off the hook to no avail. The entity’s claws came with a vengeance to try and end you. “GET OUT. ILL TAKE THE L HERE, DONT RISK IT.” You shouted, in hopes your team members wouldnt fall for his NOED trap of baiting. It seemed to work as quickly after the Entity’s tendrils pierced your abdomen and sending you up into the sky…

A frustrated yell escaped your lips as you found yourself in yet another match, it was relentless lately. “You alright kiddo?” Bill had asked as he made his way over to me. You had rubbed your temples and shook your head. “Can I happen to bug you for another pack of your smokes, Bill?” He gave you a weird look, as if disapproving, but you were ready to call him a hypocrite until he handed you a pack. “You can find them typically in chests in the killer shacks as a future reference.” He said before hobbling over to the nearest gen.

You inspected your surroundings and noticed you were on one of the MacMillan Estate maps. You shoved the cigarettes in your pocket and got to work on the gen with Bill. You and Bill probably had half of the generator done before you had noticed the TV sitting a few meters away from you two. “Fuck its the Oreo.” You muttered.

Oreos had a tendency to not like the survivors; in fact you think they get a deeper satisfaction from killing you than any other killer in the roster. Well, besides from Bubba that is. “The what now?” Bill asked, but before you could clarify your eyes had noticed the killer crawling through the television you had just noticed. “Run.” You said before getting the Onyro’s attention. “Common Sadako, its time for your walk-”

You couldnt finish your little quip before she shoved her energy at you in full force, knocking you out of breath. A cough forced itself out of your diaphragm and you attempted to vault over the nearest window but she had been surprisingly fast this time. She yanked you just like the pig had done a few matches prior like you weight nothing at all. “You know we could be good friends, if you let me help-” You started to say before she essentially threw you as hard as she could onto the hook. For some reason, it felt like all the killers recently were all hella aggressive for whatever reason.

Maybe the entity was mad at you after all.

“Or not.” You muttered after you let out a long scream from the pain. You were tempted to yeet yourself off the hook but you felt a twinge of pain from the last match's attempts. “What do you think you’re doing up there?” Leon quipped as he snuck his way over to you. “Oh you know, I thought I’d hang around.” You smirked as he groaned and unhooked you.

You let out a sharp inhale as the pain coursed through you more than usual. “You look rough buddy.” Leon said as he pulled out his medkit. “Do you say that to all the ladies to make them swoon?” You asked him as he poured out a salve onto one of the gauze pads from his medkit. “Only to you.” He quickly replied which made you quickly look up at him.

Before you could say anything else you felt the terror radius closing in on the two of you. He took your hand and pulled you in the opposite direction that the terror radius was coming from. He dug something out from his pocket and he had chucked it behind us. When there was a decent amount of distance between the killer and the two of you Leon had thrown the two of you into a locker.

The killer's radius had circled around the locker you two were squished into and had disappeared. A relieved sigh left both of your lips when you both knew you were safe for the time being. “I think we’re in the clear for now.” You said and looked over to Leon and caught his gaze. He was staring so intently at you that you felt your heart-rate pick back up. “I think the killer’s on her way back.” You squeaked out.

Leons eyes kept flicking back and forth between your lips and back to your eyes. “Leon?” You softly asked, before he cupped your and closed the distance between the two of you. You froze, feeling your heart pound harder in your chest. Leon had quickly pulled away and his eyes were wide. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinki-” He had started to say before you had grabbed his RPD vest and crashed your lips onto his again.

You weren’t sure what possessed you to do this. However, with all the matches that had been going on, this was honestly such a breath of fresh air. Leon was shocked at first that you had pulled him back into said kiss. However it took him a moment of being stiff to threading his hand through your hair as if he’d been waiting for this moment for so long.

His lips were slightly chapped, which was to be expected when you were all fighting for your lives constantly. It was almost as if he couldn’t get enough of you, his other hand trying to pull you closer to him. My dove… Rang through your head and instantly pulled you to your senses. You quickly pulled away from Leon and stared wide eyed at him.

What had you just done?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” You said before getting out of the locker. You almost wanted to cry; how could you do that? After everything that had happened with Ji-woon, how could you be hiding in a locker smooching on the rookie cop? You held your hand over your mouth as you tried to regain yourself. “Saff, over here.” Bill said through a sucked breath of pain.

You rushed over to him and started to work on healing him. Surprisingly you healed him up in no-time and got back to working on the generator with him again. Your thoughts were racing a million miles an hour as you were unsure what to do. If you told Ji-woon what happened, he would make Leon’s life a living hell. (As if it wasn’t already) And you weren’t sure how he would react to that information.

You also valued honesty, and didnt want to lie to the man who just shorty ago felt vulnerable enough to admit he loved you. Anger coursed through your veins at your own actions. You got the generator with Bill running again before long and the exit gates were powered. A sigh of relief that the match was coming to an end.

Of course, Sadako had other plans. She had teleported once again next to the two of you. As if waiting for a golden opportunity to strike. What was with the killers lately with their end game tactics? “Go, I’ll take the chase.” Bill valiantly said. It was very on brand for Bill to try and sacrifice himself for the team.

“And let you have all the fun? I don’t think so.” You laughed knowing you’d get a groan response from the seasoned veteran. Bill had taken a protection hit and made a run towards the killer shack. Sadako had seemed to be on his trail, and yet when you were pulling the lever on the exit gate you felt the terror radius pick up near you. “I must be a killer magnet today huh Entity?” You stifled a laugh, and knew you were going to go down here.

“Sadako! Fancy meeting you here.” You attempted with your best killer charming aura. The exit gate was probably 98% done when she had made her way to you. “Don’t talk to me as if we’re friends.” Her voice came out just as glitchy as her movements were. “Awww, don’t break my heart here. You’ll make me cry.” You said, standing your ground. You were tired of running, tired of the chase. You just wanted to be done.

“Thats the point.” She said, hitting you with her force of energy. “Then get on with it.” You said, accepting your fate. The Onryo once again hit you with her energy force and knocked you straight onto the ground. “You know, Ji-woon won’t be happy to hear about your little locker session with the cop.” She said in a mocking tone. You felt a chill go through your body.

How did she know?

“That's okay, it's only fair you get your pay back.” She hummed as he used her telekentic energy to pick you up. A confused look spread across your face and almost making your heart break at that sentence alone. What did Sadako mean by that? “This is why we shouldn’t intermingle. If you go looking for pain, you’ll always, always find it.” That was the last thing she said before once again throwing you onto the hook.

Your body ached like it had never ached before. You were onslaught by multiple killers with bad attitudes back to back. The entity must have put you in at least ten trials by the time you had made it back to the campfire. You walked over in a daze to one of the logs and slumped onto it. “Saff?” Quentin had questioned before sitting down next to you.

“Hi Quent.” You mumbled, staring blankly into the fire. “You’re looking really rough friend, are you okay?” He asked as he sat down next to you. “I’m exhausted.” You muttered, looking at your tired friend who had nothing but concern written on his face. “I just… need to rest..” You had slumped onto his shoulder and fell asleep so fast.

You don’t know how long you were out for, it felt like a moments time before you felt yourself being roughly hauled over someone’s shoulder and being carried away from the campfire. You stirred a bit in the sudden movements and your vision finally cleared from the tired blur and noticed the campfire getting further away from you. Quentin was walking next to whoever was carrying you although he looked extremely nervous to do so.

You looked down and noticed a varsity jacket with some torn up jeans and knew instantly who was carrying you. “Frank I swear to god if you don’t put me down I will punch you in the balls.” You warned very cautiously and that had gained a laugh from the killer. He instantly put you down and continued his walk. You fell into step with Quentin who had just shrugged and followed Frank out to Ormand.

Susie ran up to you with an excited squeal and crushed you in a hug. “I’m so glad you came! We wanted to throw a party and knew you had to come!” Susie exclaimed, looping her arm through yours and directed you inside of the abandoned ski resort. You had to explain to Susie that kidnapping you was not the ideal way to find yourself at a Legion hosted party and she apologized.

She was honestly more surprised at your attitude towards Frank, considering the last time you saw him he had tricked you with Danny. You grimmaced at the thought and shook your head. You were tired of the grudges and the ill feelings towards everyone. You wanted to start fresh and wanted no bad blood with anyone; including Danny.

“Well, we did invite him to this party, but he was brooding about something so we decided to leave him be.” She explained when you had looked around. However, you were surprised to see Kate, Meg, Dwight, Nea, and Steve there already mingling in the longue of the ski resort. David was behind the bar serving up drinks to the other survivors.

“Ji-Woon also declined, we told him you were going to be here but he said he had some things to take care of.” She continued, making your heart sink. Sadako’s voice echoed through your head about pay-back. What did she mean by that? A scowl had rested itself on your face and Susie picked up on the mood change immediately.

“We won’t worry about that tonight though!” She cheered, dragging you into the party that was in full swing. All the members of the legion were present, all masks removed to let the other survivors know they were safe. Amanda was also there, but keeping mainly to herself. Susie had bounded over to the bar to grab drinks for the two of you.

Joey had passed you a blunt which you gladly accepted. You took in a long drag before passing it over to Dwight. You locked eyes with Steve and a smile crept on your face. He came bounding over to you and wrapped you up in a hug. He messed up Quentin’s beanie and plopped down between the two of you. “Its been a while since the three hooligans got up to some tom-foolery!” He laughed and took a swig of his drink.

You nodded your head and smiled at him. You were exhausted from all the back to back trials but you also wanted to have fun with your friends. Although it was weird that the Legion considered themselves your friends. Frank came over with Julie and sat down on the couch adjacent to you and your friends. “Good to see you, Saff!” Julie said, smile widening as she looked at you.

“Likewise! It’s been a while.” You answered, taking the cup out of Steve’s hand before taking a swig yourself. You cringed immediately at the contents in his cup. “Are you insane and drinking Tito’s straight?” You coughed out immediately, handing the drink back over to him. A dangerous smile spread across Steve’s face and he just winked at you as he chugged down the rest of the contents.

The party that the legion had assembled had gathered and the shenanigans had began. There was silly party games that usually only appeared at childrens parties. There was even a pinyatta in the shape of a flashlight that Frank had a blast beating the shit out of.

You couldn’t remember how many drinks you had in your system by the time the entourage of survivors and killers were sitting in a circle with an empty beer bottle sitting idly in the middle. Joey was the first one to spin the bottle and it landed straight onto Nea. “Truth or dare.” Joey challenged her with a wicked smile spreading across his lips.

“Dare, obviously.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes with an obvious smile on her face. Everyone was in very good spirits; Dwight was actually actively socializing, Kate was playing her guitar lightly enough that it wasn’t cutting over anyone’s conversation, and Quentin was actually partaking in the activities as well. He had a beer in his hand and occasionally took the blunt that was passed around to take a hit or two.

Your head was in the clouds and you felt like the world was yours. The fog and the impending doom that was the eternal hell was no match for the friendships you had built here. You had no idea how much time had actually passed since you had entered the eternal nightmare, but with the friends you made and the fun you had during your matches couldn’t be beat.

Meg had nudged your shoulder as you had dazed out while listening to Kate’s guitar and the background mingling. You noticed that the bottle had landed on you and silently cursed. “Alright Saff, truth or dare.” David said, pulling your hazed attention towards him. “Would i truly be my crackhead ass self if I didn’t pick dare?” You smiled at him, and he smiled back at you. “Spin the bottle and kiss whoever it lands on.” He challenged you.

For a moment, you hesitated. You thought of Ji-woon and how hurt he would be. Your thoughts flashed to the moment in the locker with Leon and more hurt twinged in your chest. Then, Sadako’s words sunk in. “If you do, I’ll tell you some tea.” He continued, adding fuel to the fire without even knowing. However, when you met his eyes you almost knew it was about Ji-Woon.

Without hesitating further, you spun the bottle in the middle of the group. You watched the bottle intensely as it spun and spun. You felt all the color drain from your face as you noticed who it had landed on. “Well come on, don’t be a baby.” He said with an evil smirk on his face.

You felt your heart-rate pick up immediately and almost wanted to spit in his direction instead. However, you weren’t going to be the only survivor not to follow through on their dare. You stood up and walked over to Frank who was smiling. Both of you didn’t want to do this. Frank hated you more than any other survivor in the line-up.

“Hey there, trouble.” He greeted you as you finally closed the distance between the two of you. “You’re the one who’s trouble.” You countered, swallowing hard as you realized what you had to do. You took a deep breath as you lazily draped your hands over his shoulders. You had connected your hands together at the base of his neck and pulled him into your lips.

It wasn’t the worst thing you could think of doing. His lips were a bit chapped, his snake bites cold on your skin. He had returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. He had swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and you had pulled away immediately. You glared at Frank who was only smiling deviously at you.

You rushed over to Susie and pulled her into a kiss. She let out a surprised squeak and when you pulled away, her face was flushed red. You had smiled at her, mouthing a sorry before you ducked over to Julie. A wide and mischievous smile had crossed her lips as you approached her.

Julie seemed to catch onto what you were doing, and she grabbed both sides of your face and pulled your lips to hers. It was your turn to let out a surprised squeak before she pulled away and then gave a small little forehead kiss. You smiled back at her and ran over to Joey who was trying to escape your tangent.

“Uh uh, no way you’re escaping this Joey.” You smiled as you grabbed onto his hoodie. He groaned and faced towards you with a smile. He was playing around with you, as he had forever. He was the last of the legion you had befriended, which was surprising to everyone. You had befriended Frank and Julie way before you had even saw Joey in a match.

Every single time you were placed in a match with him, he was always in such a fowl mood. It wasn’t until much later that he had recognized you as Susie’s friend in a match and actually allowed you to befriend him. In his defense, he didn’t personally care about the survivors. He only cared about his friends. It wasn’t until you started to come along with Steve and the rest that he started to care.

Only because his friends also started to care about you guys.

You had pecked him on the cheek and that in itself had elicited a blush to appear on his cheeks. “To the killer that took me the absolute longest to befriend.” You giggled, alcohol still churning through your system. He had kissed your cheek back, earning another squeak. “To the survivor who has been the biggest pain in the ass for all of us.” He mused back and went back to behind the bar. Since David was playing party games, Joey had taken his turn as bar tender.

You had plopped on the ground next to Steve and Quentin who were staring at you with shock. “It was a dare.” You shrugged your shoulders and they shrugged along with you. You didn’t want to worry about the semantics when Ji-woon had outright refused to be here. Especially when he had known you were going to be there as well.

You guys had played a few more rounds of spin the bottle truth or dare before the area was cleaned out to make a makeshift dancefloor. You were significantly drunk by the time you had ended up on the dancefloor. You were singing and shouting lyrics to songs you had knew and partying harder to the ones you didn’t know.

Kate, Susie, Nea, and you had all been dancing in a circle. All too drunk to care about what was going on around you. It wasn’t until you were pulled aside by a dark figure that you had sobered up a bit. “Danny?” You asked and his smile was your only answer. “Seems like you’re having a blast, sweetheart.” He mumbled as he brought his solo cup up to his lips.

“I was until you interrupted me.” You smiled at him, trying to not feel as awkward as the tension hanging in the air. “I wanted to apologize. For everything. I didn’t mean to hurt our friendship.” He admitted, chugging the rest of the contents in the solo cup. He winced a bit at the after bite of the alcohol and handed the cup over to Joey, who had filled it up in record time.

“I shouldn’t have played into the Entity’s games. It was wrong and I shouldn’t have tricked you. I was worried that Ji-woon swooped in and was going to cause harm. I wanted to see what he would do in the situation. Think of it as a test for him rather than you.” He continued, swirling the drink around in his cup. He hadn’t looked up at you. Guilt was written all over his face.

“You showed up tonight, I’m glad.” You said, nudging his shoulder with your own. He looked over at you surprised at first, but then a look a adoration spread across his face. He wrapped you up in his arms and let out a laugh. “Oh how I’ve missed my favorite chaos gremlin.” He said and you gladly returned the hug.

“You are an asshole though.” You admitted, making him laugh out a hearty laugh. “Oh, we both knew that, darling.” He rolled his eyes and pushed you back into the frey of the party.

Frank had approached Danny with dark eyes, both of them knowing something that the other didn’t want to say. “David already promised her the information. The last thing we needed was you to tell her and her to not believe it.” Frank said, staring out into the crowd where you were dancing with Julie and Susie. “Steve will probably try to kill him again.”

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saffronwritings · 3 years

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Songbird A Self-Indulgent Self-Insert Trickster Fanfiction

You are a survivor who liked to cause your other teammates strife. You had a goal to befriend all of the killer’s in the Fog. This has caused you to get sacrificed, mori’d, and the target of being scolded for throwing matches by other survivors. However, this never stopped your antics out in the trials. You were sucessful for a handful of Killers, and not so much with others. What will happen when you try to befriend the Fog’s newest killer - The Trickster.

A/N: This is probably the least accurate representation of the Trickster. A lot of people portray him as a yandere who’s mean and I don’t vibe with that kind of relationship portrayal. This is also probably solely self-indulgent but I wanted to at least share it if people wanted to see a himbo SIMP of Trickster. Also, I wrote this by shifting that the Resident Evil Chapter came out before the All-Kill Chapter. Simply because I really enjoy Leon and I know we would be very good friends. Again, I wrote this out of first-person so you could read it as an x reader. But again this was purely self-indulgent but I wanted to share lol.

Part One - Songbird

Word Count: 1.9k

A sigh left your lips as you had plopped down on the log next to the campfire next to Quentin and Steve. Steve had let out a chuckle by your exasperated state from the last match you were in. Quentin had raised an eyebrow at the two of you in confusion, being he was lucky enough to not have joined the two of you at Autohaven. Steve had wiggled his eyebrows at you before you softly pushed him away from you. “Saffron had a bit of a rough time in the last match.” Steve pushed on, informing the very confused Quentin. A scoff came from Jake who was resting a good distance from the rest of you. “An understatement,” Jake said before pushing himself up to put more distance between the three of you. “Oof. What did you do to piss off Jake this time?” Quentin asked.

“We went up against Frank.” You muttered, wincing when you went to stretch out your sore muscles. Quentin let out a low mocking whistle, knowing how much the leader of the Legion hated you. No matter what you tried, the angry teenager wanted nothing to do with you or your offerings. The next thing you were going to try was to persuade Bill to let you take one of his packs of cigarettes for you to have handy for next time. “He tunneled me for almost the entire match. No matter how many times I looped him or hid from him he somehow kept finding me and tunneled me.” You groaned. “Jake must have loved that, considering how you always make a bunch of noise,” Quentin mentioned, looking over at the annoyed loner boy.

“He wasn’t even hit once by that twat so I don’t know why his panties were in such a twist. He, Meg, and Steve all got out fine. I was the only one who got hooked and sacrificed. If anything, that was the most productive match for them because they all were able to focus on gens since Frank was very determined to make me suffer alone.” You scoffed, pulling out your emergency medical supplies to apply a soothing salve to hopefully ease the pain while the entity would slowly heal you over time.

Zarina rushed past the three of you over to Jane, exclaiming something about rumors there was going to be a new killer. This made you perk up immediately in your seat. Before Steve could groan about your new antics you felt the familiar pull towards the darkness, which was the way of the Entity telling you that it was time for another match. “Already? Are you kidding?” You yelled out to the sky in frustration. Sometimes you felt like the entity was picking on you for trying to have some sort of fun in its fucked up world. “Another match, already?” Quentin asked, and you nodded your head. “Well good luck and try not to die or piss off the killer.” Steve smiled at you.

“I will.” You stuck your tongue out at him and let yourself succumb to the darkness.

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You had regained your consciousness on Lampkin Lane, the realm of none of the famous Michael Myers. If you were feeling particularly up for chaos, sometimes you played with Michael. He left you alone if you showed you weren’t going to be a menace to him the entire match. However, you had run-ins with him when he was in bad moods. Immediately spotting Nea, you waved at her, and off you went to your favorite spot in this realm - the basement. You were surprised the other survivors hadn’t picked up on how easy this spot was for repairing gens and grabbing items. The entity almost always put a chest down here, or even there were sometimes totems you could cleanse before going on your merry way. It was rare that the killers checked down here, so you were able to repair your generator in peace.

You hadn’t heard any definitive evidence on who the killer was at this point. No chainsaws, no screeches from the nurse, and thankfully no guns. However, from how quiet it was, you were nervous that it could be Michael like you had thought of earlier. It also could have been Ghostface but nine times out of ten, he just liked to scare you and tease you for it before stalking off to another survivor. That was until you felt your heart rate pick up, letting you know the killer was nearby.

Thinking quickly on your feet, you walked very quickly over to one of the lockers and hid in it. Another survivor had come down the stairs, groaning in pain. It was someone you hadn’t recognized, a girl with short silver hair. She looked snooty and carried herself with a certain presence even when she was clearly injured. She was spitting venomous words to her pursuer, muttering stuff to herself as she looped around to the other side of the basement that you couldn't see in your current hiding spot. Down the stairs came her pursuer, in a long gold coat that flowed behind him effortlessly like a cape.

Your breath hitched in your throat, as he turned to look for his prey. He had matching silver hair that was slicked back against his head. His eyes were a mesmerizing deep gold and his smile was sending your heart rate through the roof. The killer was absolutely stunning and you wanted to reveal yourself to him. You had snapped out of it before you had actually left the locker. He put his baseball bat down and reached into his pocket to grab what looked to be throwing knives.

You turned your head and noticed that they were lining the locker, just like the Huntress’ hatchets. “Stay away from me, haven’t you had enough!” The female screeched, throwing the pallet down in desperate attempts to put distance between the two of them. A laugh left the killer’s beautiful lips and it was melodic and sent your head spinning. You could hear the new survivor groaning and screaming as it sounded like she was getting hit repeatedly with something. The knives. She ran past your hiding spot and before you could even intervene, the last knife hit her dead in the back and she went crashing down. More laughter left the killer's lips as he quickly picked her up, throwing her easily over his shoulder, and made his exit. Not even a few seconds later you hear the survivors' loud scream, meaning that he had her strung on a hook.

When you were sure you were out of his terror radius, you left the locker quietly. Completely forgetting about the generator that was close to completion, you headed up the stairs to go help the survivor off the hook. However, before you could get to her, Leon had already gotten her off the hook. “Saffron! Over here, we’ll heal her up on the second floor of this house.” Leon said, nodding his head towards the house next to where you were previously.

Silently you followed him and once he was sure we were in the clear, he tossed you some gauze and the two of you got to work patching up the new survivor. “What’s your name?” Leon asked with a smile that helped calm the girl. “Yun-Jin Lee.” She muttered, sucking in a breath when you dabbed some antiseptic onto her back where some of the knives had hurt her. “I’m Leon, it’s nice to meet you. This is Saffron, she's a friend of mine. You’re in good hands.” He said, making her nod her head. However, before we could finish healing her up, we felt the terror radius closing in. “Shit!” Yun-jin cursed in panic.

However, before either of them could do anything, you stood up quickly. “Leon, stay here and finish taking care of her,” you said, and before he could protest, you had vaulted over the window we were nearby, alerting the killer of where you were. Already you could feel Leon panicking at your antics, knowing you were putting yourself in danger to save your fellow survivors. You could feel that the killer was getting closer and thinking quickly on your feet, you had rushed away from the house where Yun-jin was being healed. Vaulting over various things to bring as much attention to yourself as possible, humming loudly to keep you on track.

For a moment you thought you had lost him before a knife went whirling past your ear, sticking into the fence in front of you. You whirled around to see that the killer was still chasing you and a smile spread across your face. The two of you made eye contact and you swore he slowed down a bit. You quickly pulled out your headphones and popped them in your ears and double-clicked the button on them to start your running music. You pointed at him and then curled your finger to indicate for him to chase you. As if perfect timing, Boss Bitch by Doja Cat came on.

While you were sure the entity was trying to punish you sometimes, you also were sure it had a sense of humor when it came to putting on your running music. However, before you started running you could have sworn you heard a growl leave the killer's throat. God that was hot. “Yeah, ain't tryna be cool like you, wobblin' around in your high-heeled shoes. I'm clumsy, made friends with the floor - Two for one, you know a bitch buy four.” You sang as you made your run around with the killer. Avoiding the swings of his bat and dancing around pallets to the beat of your music.

You hadn’t managed to avoid all of his attacks, he did get a few knife hits in. A smile was still plastered on your face nonetheless as you danced around and strung the killer around the map while your teammates worked on their objective of getting those generators running. You had also continued to sing songs that came on while you were running.

The last-gen had popped and you knew your time with the new killer was going to be over soon and that made your smile fade a bit. You popped out one of your headphones from your ear, leaving the other playing to keep your momentum going as you run. “Say, what’s your name hotshot?” You shouted, looking behind you to see his eyes still trailed on you. Although they had narrowed at your question, unsure if he should tell you or not. You turned back around to see that one of the exit gates had been opened and saw Yun-jin and Leon standing there looking for the other survivors. When Leon spotted you his eyes widened and he waved you over. “PIGGYBACK” you shouted to him. Your legs were screaming from running the killer all match.

“Ji-woon Hak.” Shouted from behind you, catching your attention so fast almost making you stop running. He had just told you his name, and it almost looked like he was smiling at you. “Are you going to tell me your name, Songbird?” As the two of you approached the exit gate. Leon was hunched over ready to let you jump onto his back, which you did, and looked back at the killer. “I'm a bitch, I'm a boss. I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like a gloss!” You whooped as Leon and Yun-Jin ran off to the end of the exit gate, assuring you were all safe.

You turned back to see that the Killer had stood at the exit gate, appalled at what just happened. However, in a split second, you almost saw a grin spread across his face. As he watched you turn around and whoop with your friends, a smile indeed spread across his face. “Until next time, songbird.”

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