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imtooscaredforthis · 1 year

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Tethered

Part III- Chapter 23: Sighting

Mentions of: Stabbing, Injuries, Death, Conflicted Feelings, angst, etc.

A/N: …Here we go…The moment you’ve been waiting for

Tags: @prettycutebunny @vandeaad @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @mama-miya

As you and Bill worked on the machine, you noticed something in the corner of your eye. And that something was a person, and that person was chasing after Meg. “Uh Bill, who’s that?”

“It’s the Legion.” He muttered, swearing under his breath. “The Who?”

You asked cluelessly. “The Legion. They’re a group of teen punks who like to start shit. They’re one of the worst to go against in trial, just from how irritating they are.”

“Huh.” You murmured, glancing away from the figure that was chasing after Meg, that was now moving farther and farther away. Seems like it’s going to be a long trial.

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After hooking his first victim, Frank was off, searching for the next. He sprinted as fast as he could, feeling his heart race and the adrenaline rush.

Hearing the sound of a generator completed, he followed it, spotting two survivors in the distance. As he got closer and closer, he recognized them. It was that old man, Bill and….

You. It was You.

He found himself stopping, blood rushing to his head and making him groan in pain. But he didn’t care about that. All he could care about was the fact that you were standing right in front of him.

It felt like the whole world was crashing down on him. He stood there, frozen, taking you in.

By the time he realized that you and Bill noticed him, it was too late. You said something to him, and he pushed you away, making you run off while he did the same.

Had you recognized him? You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. He was wearing a mask, and he was much different from the boy he once was. You don't know anything about him now. But there was a time where you knew him better than anyone, where you could pick him out in a crowd of hundreds of people, recognizing him just from his posture and mannerisms.

His body moved before him, and the next thing he knew, he was ignoring you, chasing down Bill instead. It was for the best. You were just a distraction, and he needed to focus.

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Frank didn’t see you again until you saved Dwight from second hook, reaching on your tiptoes and pulling him down. He went charging at you, but once again, he stopped himself, and went after Dwight.

But before he could, you ran in front of him, smacking a pallet down on his head. “Go after me, not him!”

You snapped at Frank, that same selfless and brave attitude shining through. You haven't changed at all, have you?

He did as you wished, chasing after you instead. You were lithe and quick on your feet, dodging his attacks with ease. But after a while, you started to grow tired from the chase, and he took advantage of his adrenaline to break out into a sprint.

He caught up with you, slicing your arm and making you cry out. That caused him to stop once again, memories of you flowing through his head.

All those times you smiled at him, those times you held him and kissed him…the times you were afraid and hurt. He never wanted to be the cause of your pain, yet here he was.

“(Y/n), I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise.”

Fuck, he couldn’t do this. He watched as you got away, grabbing your arm and running off. He needed this trial to be over as soon as possible.

And so, Frank worked fast, killing off all the other survivors, despite how hard they tried to fight back. Especially you, trying to save all your teammates, you gave him a really tough time and it was even worse because he knew he couldn’t hurt you. Because he knew who you truly were.

But he managed to get through it, and it was almost over. It was just you and him left on the trial grounds, all your other teammates sacrificed.

Now he just needed you to find hatch and get out of here. He wasn’t even trying at this point, walking the perimeter f the trial area, doing everything he could to avoid you.

But while he did that, he found Hatch. Reluctantly, he shut it. At least this will speed things up a little.

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Since you are relatively new, you still have trouble finding the exit gates, especially on trial grounds you were unfamiliar with. This was one of them.

You frantically looked around, hearing another gong from the timer. You were running out of time, and you felt like you were going in circles. God, you’re so stupid. What do you do?

Calming yourself, you managed to find it. But there was only one problem. The killer was standing right in front of it, waiting for you. He sliced at the lever with his knife, opening the gate.

This happened once before, with The Clown. For a moment, you thought he was showing some mercy and letting you go, but once you got close, he cut you down and hooked you, sacrificing you. That made you realize it was just his cruel way of punishment, hanging freedom right in front of you, and then tearing it away.

But this one seemed different. Every time he went after you, it was like he hesitated. Like he didn’t want to do it. But he also killed your teammates brutally, so you had no idea what he was going to do.

He motioned for you to walk over, and you hesitantly did as told, cautious and skittish. Just as you were about to walk past, he grabbed your arm, stopping you and making you jump and yelp.

You pushed him away, trying to run but stumbling over yourself, twisting your ankle and falling. You crawled away from him, groaning in pain, but he walked towards you, crouching above you.

This was it, the moment he was going to hurt you. The moment he was going to kill and sacrifice you. You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared yourself for the pain, but to your surprise, it never came.

When you opened your eyes, he was holding your locket, caressing it softly. His head was tilted, almost as if he was examining it closely. He pushed it open, only to find that there was no picture inside. Then, he shut it, stepping away from you.

He pointed to the exit, gesturing for you to go. So, you did, escaping and leaving the killer all alone.

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mermaidbitch · 1 year

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(artist here)

How is this jock/nerd pair a rarepair?

Megkaela Real

#Mikaela Reid #Meg Thomas #Dead by Daylight #dbd #Mikaela dbd #Meg dbd #Megkaela #Their commissions are OPEN and they're a delight

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jasmiinerose · 1 year

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i just can't help falling in love with you ~

#dbd #dead by daylight #meg thomas #huntress #huntress dbd #meg dbd

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sirenetics · 2 years

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Some DBD rough drawings from April

#meg thomas #meg dbd #the trickster #trickster #hak ji woon #ji woon hak #trickster dbd

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sentabeartospace · 1 year

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Meg Thomas 🏃‍♀️

#chibi art #cute bear #dbd fanart #dead by daylight fanart #meg thomas #meg dbd #dbd survivor

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theancienthybrid · 11 months

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The Fakers First trial

Bored, wanna write, gonna do it, here we go

WARNING: MURDER, DETAILED TORTURE, GORE

A Heavy sense of dredge fell onto the trial grounds, the harsh wind of mount ormand blew past. leaving anyone that dared cross it's path with a cold shiver and a force that either aided or hindred in they movement.

In a run down shed close by that, held some skiing equipment, laid a in one of the corners a long fingure, resting on the floor, the figure suddenly woke up, a loud gasp leaving it's mouth as it kicked and tried to realize where it was, a short bit pases before they calmed down enough to stop and take a breath, having both it's leg bent towards each other and hands up against the wall behind it.

It looked around, still very cleary anxious, a questionable and scared look in it's eyes, it worsen with each passing second, then it looked at it's body, his breathing stopped and began to tremble, rocking itself back and forth before griting it's teeth and shaking it's head.

It got on his knees and stared at it's hands, it's large four finger hands, and slowly and shakely clenched them as he it's forearms onto the ground, doing it a few more times before holding tighly onto it's head, letting out a soft distorted wheep, forcing each part of it's body as close to each other as possible.

??? - " Hello? is anyone there? " - ...that voice...

It stopped shaking as it heard a voice and footsteps aproching it, it quickly backed away, pushing himself as close to the wall as he could before covering it's face with it's hands, it's breathing intensified as he clawed at his own face.

??? - " Hello?- WOAH! Hey!, Are you hurt? Hang on i got a medkit don't worry let me patch you up! " - no no no no please no

They noticed it, hiding away in the coner like it always did, wheeping, it retracted even more towards the wall, it visibly flinched when the voice raised in surprise, the footsteps eachoed in it's hear making him shiver even more.

It felt them grab it bicep, out of reflex he swated them away, swiping it's whole arms at them begging that they would go away, it's clenched eye soon snapped open as he realised what it just did, it opened a small gab in between it's fingers and looked up...

...it was him...

...that grin...

It uncovered it's face, they looked...scared, horrified, and it made them...content, he slowly got up, muscles pooping and snapping as he did so, felt relief with each one, he towered over them, it was tall, it was...strong...

...stronger than them...

Meg POV:

( - " W-Wh-What is that, I-I-I don't get it what, genuienly is that, i-is it human? it...it looks, but-what-the body-the face the-everything what- " - )

As the person rose up from the ground Meg felt a heavy sense of anxiety, a building dropped was being slowly being place on top of her, her jaw shivered in pure terror at what laid in front of her, what she first thought was a new survivor with several and severe burn marks on his legs and arms was actually...what ever the fuck it was.

He stared dagers at her, unmoving, Meg looked back and forth at the door had the god pallet laid and it's eyes, it seemed to inch closer and close to her everytime she looked back, until she decided to make a run for it - ?!?

Meg - " AHHH- " - *SLAM* *THUD*

As she raised the first foot she left something thight wrap around her neck and being flung towards the other end of the shed, she fell face first and quicky got up, looking at the thing slowly aproche it, and bolted out the door, limping as she did so.

She let out another scream of help that was again cut short as she felt something pull her ankel backwards, making her fall and grunt even if she fell on snow.

Cracking sounds could soon be heard as a ever incrising pain began to take over her, she snapped around and as soon as she did she saw the thing twist her forele in two seperate directions, she let out a yell that was quicky muffeled as she had her head slammed onto a parge lump of snow.

Meg was grabbed by the shoulder and tossed to the side forcefully, she stared the thing in the eyes as it lifted his leg up and slammed it down with it's heel directly on her thigh, she felt the muscles and bone snap into bits, another scream left her lips along with tears, she felt her leg get grabbed once more and she felt herself lifted up in the air and slammed onto the floor once more, than the rocks, than the trees, each time harder than the last.

She was slammed on the floor once again, her leg being ripped off soon after that, she only wheeped, it's foot slamed on her back as her arms started to get pulled back, soon, they were ripped off as well.

??? POV:

( - " Why...Won't...You...DIED ?!?" - ) he thought as he huffed and puffed irradicly, his hands shaking with adreniline and swiping the air every one in a while.

The man ahead below him continued to laugh, his grin still strong and wide, reachind ear to ear with no issue , not even the teeth seemed to care what he did to them, they stayed up.

He removed just about everything that would hurt him, his nasty fingers which he would always point at him with, his fists that would hit him, his feet that would stomp on him and make loud noises coming towards him, yet that fucking grin remained strong and firm.

Fine, he'd remove the jaw too...

He forced his mouth open, shoving all his of his "Hand" inside and grabbed onto the lower mandible and quickly and harshly pulled towards him, a quick but loud snap could be heard and it was off, but he wasn't done, he then forced the jaw onto his eye shocked, over and over and over again, the eyes getting impaled and blood ozzing from the inside of the skull.

He paused for a moment as he let go of it, it felt...sick, he'd always, was this not what he wanted...w-wait...oh god...what-...what he he done?!

The thought quickly arrived in his head, he killed someone, and there was no denying the evidence, he had blood everywhere on his body, his disgsuting body that he now had, what had he became? he got on his knees as he held his face with one hand and reached out towards the dead body ahead of him, hoping he was still alive, he-

*BOOM* A loud sound came from the inside of the large building ahead of him, it was only now that he realized he was outside, he trembeled in the cold as he held onto his arms, he sheepishly got up, and slowly made his way towards the main entrance of the building, looking like a lodge of some kind, anything is better than outside in the cold, how did he even get here to begin with?

He slammed his body up against the massive doorway, trembeling with more, he was certain he was wearing clothes, he suddenly got a massive headache as he tried to remember what was the last thing he rememberd and possibly how he ended up up north, no way he'd just forget walking from florida all the way to canada, that's..just....imp..po....si......ble...

W h a t. . .

As he looked up from straching his head, he noticed someone, working on a generator, the same grin, suit, position, e v e r y t h i n g, h o w . w a s . H E . A L I V E !?!

They didn't seem to notice him, he walked back into the cold outside, uncaring about the temperature, being ingolfed by a fog that appeard from nowhere, and his scared deminor seemed to dissapear from his eyes.

Dwight POV: - "Shit- come on!-...fuck thought i head something, alright now uhhh..." -

Dwight worked on the middle gen, he knew the risks it would led him to, but this was the closest gen he found, and he hated going outside, always to cold, the entity was just messing with them at this point, maybe it grew a sense of humor? a crued one at that but still, hoping it would go easier on them...hopefully

He heard Meg's screaming a few minutes ago, but it's been... quiet...too quiet, no hooks, no gen popping, nothing, not even a heartbeat, must be Myers then, maybe scratch mirror? those are always fun, not, he despises them, they way most take plesure in what they do, the way the sneak up and the almost no warning they give, he sighed as he whished of a stealth killer that would give a loud head up that he was coming-

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BUMPBUMP BUMPBUMP BUMPBUMP

BUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMPBUMP-

*CRASH *SLAPT

Dwight - "AAAAAAAAAAAH-" -

*......THUD

*drip...drip

Dwight flintched as he heard something big being thrown onto one of the arm chairs, the forniture taking another second to fall over so he could finaly look at what was it, his heart dropped as he realize what it was.

He looked up while hyperventilating, they saw a naked...thing! with long light bornw hair slowly aproching them, it's arms and legs seeming to strech, making it tower over him even more.

With a swift motion he grabbed a hold of his head, wrapping his fingers tightly around it, Dwight paniked and began scratched it, punching, pulling, everything, anything to make him free.

He felt his body being lifted up, his legs kicking the air, his head began heating up as this things touch was surprisingly hot, he felt his glasses break and send shard onto his eyes along with the heat of this things hands boiling his eyes.

He felt his grip losen, but he soon was tossed up in the air, nearly reaching the roof, but soon after that he felt something grab his leg and pulling towards the ground, his body slammed onto the hard wooden floor, the boards below him shatered, impaling him slightly.

??? POV:

The sound of something going throught the air at a super speed was heard and a squish sound, and Dwight was dead, the thing pulled it's hands off of inside dwight's head, sending brain matter everywhere, and so did his head.

He walked over to it and picked it up, and looked at it for a few seconds, squinting his eyes and slowly turning it from side to side...and wondered...

Nea POV:

- "The fuck was that ruckus?, never heard Dwight scream like that before, looks like someone just earned themselfs a welcome to the fog present" - Nea said as she leaned behind the doorway, flashlight in hand, gotta be a new killer, something weird is going on and no killer she faced up until now had a match like this, either that or Myers is being a sack of shit and using scratch mirror, one of the other, either way, hope this person is fotogenic, cause they are about to take their pic taken.

- "KILLER, IS THAT A-...a-a--aaa-a w-w-w-w-wwee-e-ee-eed?" - She said as she turned around the corner, her confident tone of voice was replaced with stutering as she saw the blood everywhere, a body laid on a knocked over chair and Dwight standing over it, back turned towars her.

- "DWIGHT! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPEN?!?" - she yelled as him, begging for awnser, Dwight turned around but something was...wrong, he looked like he had an eye infection and-...w-what was....what was in his hands is...that...a head-

David POV:

- "Shit shit shit shit, fuck, what the hell is going on in there, why is everyone screaming" - David ran as his mind exploded with questions, whatever was going on, he needed to put a stop to it, cause it clearly wasn't helping them escape.

He came to a halt, semi drifting on the snow and saw Dwight closing a locker, ugh Dwight dwigh, always with the lockers

- "Oi! Fairfield!" - he said as he jogged towards him, and he turned around, David stopped dead in his tracks and stared at him with a confused look - "...Fairfield?" - he didn't respond...

*Clack*

*Woooooooooooooooooooooooosh*

David's heart sank and his eyes widen as he heard a metalic noise come from behind him, he didn't even turn around, he knew what it ment, hatch was open, question is, how is it open if Dwight is standing right in front of him, it only appears if one survivor is alive, then that means...

that ain't Dwight.

"Dwight" looked behind davis, eyeing the hatch, before looking back at david who had begun making a mad sprint towards it, but as he was about to reach it, he felt something grab a gold of his ankel and twisted it, david screamed as he felt his other ankel get twisted and heard footsetps going from the hard floor to the soft snow.

David crawled towards it and as he placed his hand on the edge of the hole he felt his fingers get crushed as "Dwight" closed the hatch, making David groan in agonny, but it soon turned into chukeling.

- "Well *grunt* guess ya won this round, but don't get too cocky mate, you just got lucky is all, we'll *long groan* be prepared for ya next time, then we'll see who'll have the last laught" - he still didn't responce, only stared at him, he leaned slightly foreward putting more presure on the door and DAvid grunts hard, before he leaned back and continued to stare.

- "Well?, gonna wait till i bleed out?, who shat in your bowl of cereal this morning ya lanky cunt- wha- oi! wut are- " David observed as the killer walked over to his side and began forcing the hatch open, now the hatch getting reopen wasn't hard, if ya had key that is, but this freack was prying it open with it's bare hands.

- "Dunno what your plan is but ya ain't gon-

*METTALIC CLANK*

*Woooooooooooooooooooooosh*

David's eyes widen as the hatch door, the same one that he and many others, survivors and killers alike, tried many times in the best of they're conditions to forcefully open, be opened by this lanky skinwalker fuck, rightfully he was confused with a mix for anger and jealousy.

- "WHAT THE- HOW DID YOU DO THAT!?- HEY WAIT! HEY HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?" - david yelled as the killer grabbed him by his jacket and shoved him towards it, at first he was slightly confused, but if it ment only having pain in his finger for a few hours, he won't mind.

That would be good woun't it?

David felt himself suddenly stop getting pushed, nose mere inches from the fog that lead to freedom, he looked back in an instant hoping that he wasn't planning what he thought he was, but his worst suspitions were true.

Above him stood the killed, hand on the trap door he forced open a while back, he slammed the door with as much force as he cold, the sharp metal bits along with the impact hit david lower part of the neck, he yelled slightly in pain, but the worst had yet to come.

He heard muscles snapping and his grip seemed to tighten, then David heard a something heavy land on top of the hatch followed by a large ammount of pain, he screamed in agony as he heard the slam again, and again, this was one of if not the worst death he had experienced he didn't even go numb from the constant pain, he could still feel every singel inch of skin he lost, every muscle that snapped, every bone that cracked, until-

*SNAP* *CLACK*

??? POV

...it was done, he picked up the body up and threw it away, blood driping from the new hole on the neck and wipped the liquid off his feet on the snow, as he took a deap breath, adreneline slowly decreasing as he finished his "work".

He looked behind his hands as a fog soon ungolfted him, a darker one, filled with mystery and anxiety, yet he did feel anything, he just let it happen.

??? - "Y o u a r e a n i n t e r e s t i n g i n d i v i d u a l" - a voice, a noise, whatever it was, it called it's hime without refereing to him, he turned around and saw it, it was nothing, yet everything, a dark pit of fog, void, emptiness, hairy claws reached out of him, yet he did not flintch.

- "P a r t o f y o u i s m i s s i n g, y e t y o u a r e w h o l e, h o w e v e r, y o u w e r e n o t i n v i t e d h e r e, y o u d i d n o t f o l l o w m y r u l e s" - the claws where mere inches away from his lower jaw.

- "B u t, I a m p l e a s e d, s o, t h i s w i l l b e f o r g i v e n, h o w e v e r, d o n o t r e p e a t t h e s a m e m i s t a k e s t w i c e" - the claws retreacked into the darkness as the area around him grew silent, they felt nothing towards the noise, it was nothing but that, noise, annoying noise trying to be scary.

The area around changed again, he was in a forest, it seemed like it was dusk, it was cold, but not as cold as the last location, it was just a gentle brezze, it felt nice, it feel...relaxing...but it soon went away

In the distance he saw a light, and...voices...several voices...f a m i l i a r v o i c e s, he squinted his eyes and frowns in confusion and interest, so he aproched it, slowly.

Him - "He was so ugly" -

Him - "What did we do to him" -

Him - "What he did to us...it was...it was so uncalled for!" -

Him - "Calm down we'll get him, he'll be punished" -

It was all him, just him, nothing but him, his face, grin, fingers, the voice, everything, they stood around the fire, mocking him, mocking his name, mocking his looks, promissing to hurt him, he grinned, his burnt and disfigured flesh snapping as his grin reached the top of his head...speaking of head...

*THUD*

*drip drip drip*

Everyone - "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" -

While everyone was talking, talking all that crap, the head of that version of him he snaped on the hatch, dropped on top of one of they're heads, they where kncked out cold, dropped to the groud as the rest screamed in fear.

He let out a low and distorted chukel as one of them noticed him as he locked eyes and visibly flintched, recoiling back and poiting in his direction, but by the time everyone looked, he was gone

This will be fun.

I did not expect this to take this long i spend half the day staring into the abyss wtf is wrong with me anyway yaya i finished !!!

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marxhmallow · 2 years

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Michael Myers x Meg Thomas animated chase screens/overlays for Twitch.

Laurie would have been the obivious choice for this...which is why I went with Meg XD

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#Michael Myers #Halloween #lori strode #lampkin lane #haddonfield #dbd #the shape dbd #dead by daylight #dead by daylight fanart #dead by daylight killers #Meg Thomas #Meg DBD #Laurie Strode

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vveskersbitch · 2 years

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I don’t own DBD, but I started watching people play it shortly after the Wesker chapter came out, and finding out that there was racism that just wasn’t talked about was disgusting. There are more instances than this, however I’m gonna let y’all go through them urselves.

#dead by deadlight #carlos oliveira #Carlos Oliveira dbd #meg dbd #tw racism #resident evil

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00kane · 10 months

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I don't know about you, but they are ready for the dance 👀✨🌙💖 @yearningaxe

#the huntress #deadbydaylight #meg thomas #meg dbd #dbd huntress #dbd #dance #couple #dead by daylightanniversary #anniversarydbd #annathehuntress #meganna

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imtooscaredforthis · 2 years

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Antagonist

Chapter Six: Revenge

Mentions of: Knives, Stabbing, Wounds, Homicidal Thoughts, Death, Abuse, Suicide, Neglect, etc.

A/N: Believe it or not, I’ve actually started to work on my requests again lmao so just get prepared for some of those to come out

Tags: @autisticpickle @dead-bxxxtch-walking @prettycutebunny @moonshineinasippycup @froegis

Ignoring the low ominous humming sound from the shrine, you cautiously crept through the Yamaoka estate, searching for a generator. You found one quickly, and once you reached it, you got to work, not wasting any time.

The Entity hasn’t been merciful lately, putting you through lots and lots of trials. So many that you lost count. You’re exhausted, and you want nothing more than to be at your cabin, listening to music and pretending that you’re back at home. Your real home.

You never thought you would miss it so much. And deep down, there’s a part of you that believes somehow, some way, you’ll get out of here. But for now, you’re focusing on getting through this trial as fast as you can.

You were about three-fourths of the way done with the generator when your heart rate began to pick up, hearing the sound of panting in the distance. Looking over your shoulder, you spotted Meg, sprinting down the stairs to the shrine, and away from the Killer.

The killer in question looked very familiar. She doesn’t seem as intimidating as others, considering her stature’s much smaller, and she seemed young, or at least dressed that way, with the hoodie and skirt she was wearing. But what you found the most familiar was her mask. It was made in a similar style to Frank’s and…

That’s when you realized. You had heard that “The Legion” is a whole group of people around your age who like to start trouble.

Well, fuck her then.

You thought to yourself hatefully, focusing back on the generator. While you despise all of the killers, you have a special hatred for The Legion. And yeah, maybe your little grudge against Frank might contribute to that, but you don’t care.

They’re all a bunch of punks who think they can do whatever they want. Those are the kinds of people you hate the most. You would totally beat their asses if it weren’t for the extra strength they gained from The Entity.

By the time you finished the generator, Meg was being carried over to the hook. So, you followed the killer carefully, waiting until she left to save her.

After pulling her off, you walked her over to a corner so you could fix her up. Halfway through the process, your heart rate began to pick up, and you spotted the killer charging full speed at you.

“Go, I’ll distract her.” You told Meg. She nodded, running off while you stood your ground, preparing for whatever this girl was going to throw at you.

You managed to dodge her first attempt of harming you, vaulting through a window, unfortunately, she managed to jump it after you, slicing your leg. Letting out a small cry of pain, you doubled over, watching as the girl ran past.

A small determined part of you didn’t want that to happen. Didn’t want you to let her go and hurt Meg after she had just been freed from the hook. So, you took off after the girl, shouting at her. “Over here, you bitch! Come get me!”

As she turned to face you, she suddenly stopped, grabbing her head and letting out a cry of pain. You used that brief moment as a head start in the chase that pursued, limping into a sprint.

You tried to hold her off for as long as you could, but the pain from your wound was becoming unbearable. It eventually got to the point where you had to go slower, and she caught up with you.

That same feeling of determination, anger, and hatred lingered on from before, and you knew you wanted to fight. She seems weaker than the other killers so who knows? Maybe you do have a chance.

So, when she lunged at you to finish you, you grabbed her hand, stopping her and trying to pry the knife out of it. You two struggled over it, before you tackled her to the ground, knocking the mask off of her face in the process.

Grabbing the knife from her hand, you straddled her, raising the blade above you and preparing to kill her, the only thought of making her and all those other killers pay for what they’ve done. For everything that’s been done to you. You’re going to make them sorry.

But just before you could, you looked down, staring at her face. And you didn’t see a ruthless killer anymore, no. You just saw a girl. A frightened girl. She looked just like Allison.

You dropped the knife and what happened next happened fast.

Claws broke from the ground, grabbing you and the girl, pulling you down, and everything went black.

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Darkness. It was everywhere, surrounding you, covering you. You were practically engulfed in it. You could barely see anything. You felt like you were floating. And then, you spotted a small, gleaming light.

It was followed by a bearded man, holding that light inside what seemed like a spinning metal eye. It began to spin faster and faster, until the next thing you knew, your surroundings completely changed.

Now, you were in the kitchen at your old house, on that one, fateful night. It was strange, watching yourself… gave you a completely different perspective.

________ was furious. Her mother had just been taken from her, murdered by her father. And he had to pay. He didn’t even have to worry about the consequences of his actions, considering how he had the sheriff’s department wrapped around his finger, how he managed to get them all to believe it was a suicide.

But she knew what truly happened that night, and she was going to make him pay. She pulled the knife from the cutter’s block, preparing herself before her sister stepped in the way.

“What are you doing with that knife?”

It’s so strange, hearing your sister’s voice, and seeing her like this. You want to call out to her, apologize to her, and hug her.

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” _______ hissed, turning towards the room, but her sister stepped in the way, trying to stop her desperately.

“Please, you’re scaring me. You don’t have to do this. I know you’re angry, I am too, but this won’t solve anything.” She pleaded.

“You have no idea how I feel! You’re the younger one, the favorite. You’re not a mistake like me. I’ve had to take all his shit for years and years. They never loved me. But they loved you. And I’m going to make him pay.”

But her sister stepped in the way, yet again stopping her. “If you do this, ______. You’ll never see me again. You know that right? Think about the consequences…please. Please, I can’t lose you. You’re the last person I have left.”

She stared at the door, before shifting her gaze to her sister, who was now trembling and on the verge of tears. Allison was right. She dropped the knife and walked over to her, wrapping her arms around her.

Soft sobs escaped the girl as she held her sister closely. “I’m so sorry.”

The scene continued with you two holding each other and crying, and you can’t bear watching the rest of it. You tried shutting your eyes, struggling in the darkness, before you felt something strong grip onto you.

You recognized it as The Entity’s claw, grabbing you tight and stabbing you through the stomach, making you cry out before it all went black once again.

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